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tianhai03 · 2 years
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guys wake up new C coloring pic just dropped <333 have some teefs i drew awhile ago that i probably never posted here
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Can i request Rei Sakuma, Leo Tsukinaga, and Izumi Sena (Separate) react to seeing their s/o run to the playground before they could walk past it after their date? I imagine the reader asking rei if he could push them in the swings. Thanks in advance!
Rei, Leo, Izumi - Seeing their S/O run to a playground 
Characters: Rei Sakuma, Leo Tsukinaga, Izumi Sena
Genres: Fluff
Small “tags”: Canon Universe, Mentioned dates, playground, comforting, swings, see-saw, playing tag, overthinking a lil’, Rei's old man mentality, everyone is just a big kid at heart, every scenario is a reader of diff personality I- /sobbing/
TW: None!
A/N: REI SAKUMA MY BELOVED orz (my cabbage may be staring daggers at me rn but omigoodness someone requested for the Rei of sunshine thank you)! 
Ooo a lot more requests too, I’ll probably be posting and clearing off the short scenarios and HCs first as the others will take a longer time! Sorry to the anons who submitted earlier but will be having their request fulfilled much later - I’m not ignoring them, there’s none that I think should be ignored or dropped yet! Just need some more time to make sure the story’s good enough, please bear with me!
I think I may have gone a little off topic here and there in this one… Head empty only multiple Enstars scenarios that I think too much about- I hope you still enjoy it, though! (You can clearly see my bias toward Rei I think I’m sorry I love this old man) 
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REI SAKUMA 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
— Naturally, being an idol and a unit leader, Rei had a lot on his plate. 
— But that wasn't going to stop him from spending time with you, his beloved! No, sir, when Rei Sakuma sets his mind on something, nothing can get in his way. And in this case, you were that something.
— You were pleasantly surprised with a date at the new dessert shop that opened nearby! The self-proclaimed vampire really knew how to take care of you and your sweet tooth. 
— Due to the male's whines about the bright, scorching summer sun, both of you stayed in the cool, air-conditioned shop till the sunlight started to wane, offering a cooler atmosphere to walk home in, which you took. 
— He holds your hand loosely, giving you the chance to pull away whenever you wanted, not that you normally would.
— Oh! What do we have there? You perk up when you spot the bright colours of the playground, and even more so at the empty swings swaying slightly in the wind. Swings! Your absolute favourite!
— You just couldn’t resist - you hadn’t been on a swing in so long, you were so deprived of the fun of playing one - and so you tighten your hand around Rei’s, dragging him along. Swings required 2 people to play, after all!
“Help push me? Please?” Oh, how could he not? There wasn’t even any need to act cute, though, in his eyes, you were so naturally adorable that it made everything you did seem cute. He loved you too much to deny anything of you, especially a simple request like this.
“Hold on tight then, sweet thing,” He nips at your earlobe as he speaks, enjoying how your ears turned red at the fleeting action and nickname. The brunette grips the sides of your seat, walking backwards to pull the swing back before letting go, relishing in your little “Wooo!” sounds as you swing forward. “You really enjoy this, don’t you? Perhaps we should come here more often.��
“Because it’s fun!” You said, stretching your legs out as the swing swung forward again, and tucking them in when it went backwards. “Have you never played on one before?” 
“Kuku, certainly not. Ah, but I do remember pushing Ritsu on a swing once, when we were much younger,” Rei reminisces, a wistful note in his voice. “The person behind has to be the stronger one, isn’t that right? To be able to push the other forward, to catch them when they fall backwards…” 
“Wait, wait,” You slow the swing to a stop with your feet against the playground floor, turning in your seat to meet his ruby-red eyes in a frown. “So you’ve never played on a swing because you’ve been going about some philosophy with how a swing works and you think you always have to be the stronger one?” 
“When you say it like that, it doesn’t sound too good, does it?” 
“Rei. Rei, my love, my sleepy vampire, my old man, this, a swing, is but a simple child’s play - there’s nothing deep behind it!” 
“If you say so, my beloved,” He shrugs, bending over to pull the swing back again. You sigh at how he dismisses your words, releasing your grip on the chains to cup his fair face. 
“And you, don’t think you always have to be strong. No one can be strong all the time, yeah?” Rei hums in agreement, or in satisfaction of having his face warmed by your hands, you didn’t know. “Rely on me too, alright? Love isn’t all about giving, giving, and giving.” 
“I didn’t exactly mean that - you know how this old man talks.” 
“Still, my statement stands.” 
You stare at him stubbornly, refusing to release his head from your hands, until he gives a small laugh. Pale hands reach up and hold your hands, pulling them away from his face a little to press kisses onto your palm, smiling against the skin. 
“... Thank you, my love.” Short, simple words, but it was more than enough to convey his feelings. “So, I assume you’ll be the one pushing me after you’ve had your fun on the swing?” 
“Hm hm! If you want me to!” You lean forward to bump foreheads with him, smiling. Rei releases your hands after one last kiss, allowing you to hold onto the chains of the swing once again. “So stop being a moody old man and let’s continue playing!” 
“Of course.”
He starts pushing you on the swing in a languid, rhythmic manner, your laughs and his chuckles filling the air in a joyful melody. 
“Haha… Even this old man feels young when he’s with you~”
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LEO TSUKINAGA 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
— With you two being morning people and somehow sharing a single braincell, you had both suggested meeting up at the nearby park for a morning stroll at the same time, laughing at the unanimous decision made between the both of you. 
— To spend the first few hours of this pleasant day in each other's company was like a dream, your boyfriend humming little tunes in the late dawn of winter, tiny fangs showing when his signature smile adorns his face, dragging you closer to him. 
— Leo's arm finds its place, draped over your shoulder to keep you right there, right next to him. You, obviously, had nothing against that. He was warm, and you loved him - there was no reason to escape from his grasp. 
— Except maybe one. Your eyes lit up when you saw a playground, conveniently devoid of children since they were all at school at this hour. Twisting your neck to look up at your boyfriend, you stare at him, wide-eyed, while he meets your gaze with a curious smile. 
— That was the only warning he got before you were gone from his side. He certainly wasn't expecting you to suddenly dash over the playground climber and nimbly climb up onto it. But he wasn't complaining! With someone like you by his side, his world was never devoid of surprises or happy laughter - the latter was now prompting Leo to run over and see just what you were up to.
“Haha! I claim this castle!” You proclaimed, waving your arms around at the structure you were on, leaning over the railings a little to look down at your boyfriend proudly. He only returns the smile, arms akimbo as he starts playing along with the little drama game that you initiated every so often. 
“If that is your castle, my monarch, then as your knight, I naturally have access to it!” 
“Uh oh - Then, out of here, I shall go!” Leo’s shoes made little “thunk” noises when he climbed up onto the playground climber, while you made your quick escape down a small slide that you couldn’t really slide that well on. It wasn’t meant for rowdy teenagers like the both of you, after all, but was that going to stop you two? No!
Your boyfriend made it down the slide with much difficulty too, immediately springing to his feet to chase you around in circles, snow crunching under your feet as you called out mocking comments.
Realizing this was going nowhere, with you expertly outrunning him all the time, Leo had a change of tactics. The sound of footsteps behind you slowed to a stop, followed by his bright voice. "Hey! Hey, look here, look what I found~!" 
Turning around, you see the orange-haired male crouched as if he was about to pounce, emerald eyes glinting with mischievousness. 
A small scream rings through the air as he tackles you into the snow, your voice accompanying him in laughter as Leo encases you in a tight hug and rolls all over the cold ground, leaving a trail of flattened snow. Thank goodness the two of you were wrapped up in heavy winter coats, or you’d be freezing by now!
Though, being with Leo, your music-loving ray of sunshine, you didn’t think you could ever feel cold. Even with your current position, lying on your side in the snow, you could feel his warmth from the arms around you and his breath mingling with yours as you both giggle from the activity. 
“Tah-dah, I've found the light of my life!” He boasts, squeezing you into an even tighter hug and snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. 
“Noooo! Let me go!” You wail in mock protest, struggling against his strong grip. Boy, for a baby-faced composer who hardly worked out other than idol practice, he was freakishly strong when it came to hugs.
“No can do! I- Gah??!” Anyway, a small surprise attack on his stomach with your fingers was all you needed to get the ticklish man to loosen his hold on you, hands pulling back to push your hands away. “Ha- Stop- Haha-!” 
“And I’m free, once again!” Your jubilant theatrics continued, rolling away before getting up and dashing to the other end of the playground as Leo let out weak laughs, recovering from your “brutal” attack. He rolls onto his back and flops his arms on either side, chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. “Hey hey, not coming to catch your runaway monarch anymore, my knight~?” 
The boy sits up at your provocation, jumping up to his feet with an energized grin yet again, chasing after your light as he always had.
“Run all you want, your majesty! Your knight will always be with you, one step behind!”
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IZUMI SENA 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
— Izumi, being the high-standard romantic that he is, arranges for a candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant downtown, of all things. 
— As expected, you only stepped out of the restaurant - with your boyfriend linked to you by your hands - when the sky was pitch-black, with yellowish lights from lamposts and cars illuminating the roads. 
— Wanting to spend more time with him, you suggested walking home together! Your knight amicably agrees with his charming smile, squeezing your hand in a small show of affection. 
— Both of you share a conversation, chatting about what each of you had been doing in the time you’d been away from each other, resting your head on the other’s shoulder as you two strolled through the dimly lit streets.
— And then! Watching a deserted playground come into view, you were struck with one of your “silly thoughts” - as Izumi called them - shaking the male’s hand off to run over, knowing that he would follow your steps without questioning you. In the beginning, at least. 
“What are you doing?” The question comes out as he catches up to you, with no bite behind his voice but instead genuine confusion. He was a little more used to how you acted on your whims by now, but still-! 
“See-saw!” You stepped aside and flourished your hand at the fixture in the playground that had caught your eye. It was a favourite game of yours, the feeling of bouncing up and down into the air while someone else on the opposite side similarly went up and down in tandem with you, alternating between who was in the air and who had their feet on the ground. A game perfect for two! 
His eyebrows creased, eyelids fluttering at you as he blinked. “And…?” 
“Let’s play, let’s play!” 
“In these??” Izumi waved down at the clothes you were both decked out in. Formal, elegant, and restricting. Entirely unsuited for playing like kids, as you’d suggested. “There is no way-” 
You place a finger to his mouth, shushing the silver-haired male and earning a comical glare from him. 
“Don’t frown so much, you’ll get wrinkles on your face!” A laugh escapes from you, your hand finding his again to drag him to the awaiting see-saw. “Here you go,” You sat him down on one end of the seesaw, patting his shoulders in satisfaction before running over to the other side to sit down. 
“How does this work, anyway?” Izumi questions, folding his arms as you hike your leg over the seesaw, holding the handlebar but not sitting down just yet. 
“You’ll see!” 
“What do y- Ahh?!” He lets out a surprised and utterly undignified screech when you plop down on your side of the see-saw, pushing your weight down on the fixture and lifting his side into the air. The male scrambles to hold onto the handlebar like you were doing, looking down at you angrily. “Give me some warning before you do that, ugh!” 
“Aha, sorry…” You said sheepishly, looking down almost immediately after you barely glimpsed his glaring pale blue eyes, ashamed. Why did you do that? Because you thought it’d be funny to scare him? You bit at your lip worriedly, hunching your shoulders. Maybe it would be best to get off this silly see-saw and head home instead of wasting any more time here… “Ah-?” 
The ground suddenly moved away from you - no, you were moving away from the ground, the board beneath you lifting up. You looked up at the other side of the see-saw, where your boyfriend was, seeing him leaning back to apply more weight to hold you up while he watched you with concern. 
Your eyes met, and Izumi’s gaze hurriedly shifted to a nonchalant one, looking as though he wasn’t worried about your reaction just a second ago. “You wanted to play, didn’t you? Get on with it already then, it’s getting late.” 
A smile returns to your face. Truly, no matter how harsh or cold your lover was, underneath all those layers and facades held a warm and gentle love for you. 
“Mhm!” You hum in response, and the creaks of the see-saw filled the air, a rhythmic harmony to the melody of your joyful giggles and his fond huffs. 
“You’re really childish, you know?... Whatever, as long as you're happy.”
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imminent-danger-came · 9 months
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Anon chilling on the precipice of madness again, and I’m so glad you liked that last ask! Truly, there is much joy to be found in discussing how much we enjoy (*cough* are dealt immense emotional damage on a daily basis by *cough*) the monkey show. Also, since I apparently can’t stop bugging you, for clarity’s sake I’m going to call myself Unhinged Anon if I submit any future asks lol. 
As always you make excellent points, and I am very normal about you bringing up the ‘MK smiling at his reflection’ thing because the motif of reflections in this show (see also: S2E5, S3E4, some others I’m probably missing, and especially S4E1) doesn’t make me even the tiniest bit insane. Nope! Not at all. But this time, it’s actually something you said in the tags that launched my marbles into the stratosphere for me to never find, because now I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want, like… a Sandy spinoff series or something. 
And I don’t mean a lore-heavy, epic adventure rich in heavy themes and conflicts like we have in the main series, just with Sandy at the center instead of MK. I want Sandy's series to be almost exclusively season one-style laid back episodes. But the good kind of laid back episodes, you know? Stuff like S1E6&7, that a lot of people dismiss, especially on a first watch, as nothing more than filler but actually serve as a subtle expansion/exploration of characters (“I also summoned monster trees with my stress, so. Should I see a doctor? We’ll worry about that later” still haunts me) and dynamics hidden under the guise of a silly little adventure with funny jokes, great animation, and fairly low stakes. 
I want to see what an appointment with Sandy’s therapist looks like, or even just the shenanigans he gets up to during those episodes where he’s mysteriously absent and only Tang seems to notice. 
I want to see Sandy teach Tang how to make tea, and maybe nerd out about those theories Sandy mentioned having about the gang's whole deal with the OG Companions.
I want to see Sandy’s endless teddy bear energy clash with Red-wants to seem intimidating but will also grab his new friends warm milk if they ask-Son. 
I want to see Wukong forced to have an extended conversation with Sandy, or really anyone from the team that isn’t MK or actively yelling at him, and getting to really see how they work off of each other. 
I want to see the secret ‘how do we help our clearly not okay friend?’ talks Mei and Sandy have behind MK’s back whenever he starts acting weird, and all the gossip that goes on during the yoga sessions they start doing together after Mei gets the Samadhi fire. 
I want to see Sandy talking with the little girl that LBD possessed, especially since something kind of similar happened to him during season 4, and accidentally becoming her new (and favorite) giant blue uncle. 
I want an episode of MK and Sandy hanging out. Just chilling on the boat, playing with Mo, going for a little walk around town until BOOM! Sandy brings MK to his unsuspecting therapist, who’s about to get the most interesting case of their career. And maybe, if we’re allowed a little angst, a discussion about how scary it is to be born with a lot of power that not only can, but will, hurt a lot of people if it isn't carefully controlled. About how they’ve tried, and failed, to avoid causing pain. About wanting to never cause pain, and how the futility of that sentiment almost outweighs the importance of trying anyways. 
And above all, I DEMAND a Pigsy-Sandy origin story! 
Anyways, this is basically just me edging ever closer to the brink of madness after you accidently inflicted No Thoughts, Only Sandy syndrome upon me with your last response. But, it's also an invitation to gush about Sandy some more, if you want, and also share anything you would want to see in a hypothetical Sandy show!
Unhinged Anon I got you, here's a motif post where I have every MK reflection in the whole show.
AND “I also summoned monster trees with my stress, so. Should I see a doctor? We’ll worry about that later” HAUNTS ME TOO. There's something about the way those shots are set up, cracking from blue to gold:
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MK also becoming a "master of focus" in this ep, with focus becoming important later in episodes like 1x09 and 3x11/12 with Mei.
BUT ANON.
Imma use this ask as a spring board for one of my fav personal theories, which is this: OG Sandy, from the original jttw pilgrimage, is also our current day Sandy!
I'll probably throw this into an official theory post later, but for now I'll go into this theory underneath the cut:
First, let's start with 2x08 To Catch a Leaf, during which Sandy has several PTSD flashbacks:
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So, the first one is some sort of battlefield, and the second one...
Is of Zhu Bajie?
Now, we know Pigsy has never worn an outfit like this based off of this comment in 4x05:
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Pigsy: "Blue ain't really my color, but it beats looking like that monster, Zhu Ganglie."
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The Pig Demon in that flashback from 2x08 HAS to be Zhu Bajie of the original jttw pilgrimage. But why would Sandy have a memory like that?
Next is the fact that while everyone else in 4x09 Roast of the Monkie Kids is compared to their past life, Sandy notably isn't.
Tang knows friendship, but unlike Tang Sanzang isn't studious.
Mei is bold and brave, but lacks Ao Lie's caution.
Pigsy like Zhu Bajie is stubborn, but he has the heart his predecessor originally lacked.
Yet this is all Subodhi has to say to Sandy:
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Subdohi: "You have nothing more to learn my hilariously blue student! Another star for you!" Sandy: "Dooww thank you wise master!" Subodhi: "But! You're far too nice for your own good." Sandy: "Uh huh, you noticed!"
(4x09 Roast of the Monkie Kids)
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It's exceedingly strange that in an episode where Subodhi breaks down everyone's character arcs, Sandy is told he's all good. He has nothing more to learn, and no more character development to go through.
Unless of course...Subodhi quite simply couldn't compare Sandy to his past life because there was no past life to compare him to.
Another detail in s4 that's always intrigued me is how Sandy is brought back to himself from Sha Wujing in 4x06.
Pigsy's heartfelt speech on the legacy of their past lives not defining their current one, or how they're not monsters, doesn't work. It's instead Mo offering Sandy wholehearted love that brings Sandy back:
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Which, of course Sandy has a close bond with Mo, but Pigsy's speech wasn't anything to scoff at either:
Pigsy: "No. No! Just cause we look a certain way, cause our monster ancestors were, well, monsters, none of that matters! I won't let his legacy define mine, and neither should you! Your the strongest, the biggest, the bluest guy I know! But all you've ever used those muscles for is to help people in need—your friends. That don't sound like a monster to me." (4x06 Show Me the Monster)
As far as we know, that should have been the exact thing Sandy needed to be freed from his past life, and yet it wasn't.
That would be because, at least under the confines of this theory, the guy Pigsy is saying Sandy wasn't like was indeed who Sandy used to be. Yes, Sandy has far outgrown the person who fought to establish his own place in the world, learning that "hurting others isn't a measure of one's strength". But here's the thing, who you used to be matters. Unlike Pigsy's relationship with Zhu Bajie, Sandy's relationship with who he was in the past can't as easily be written off. It's still a part of him.
There are also certain other details. like the fact that Sandy knows his way to Flower Fruit Mountain in "A Hero is Born", or how he's so knowledgeable on ancient powerful remedies like the crimson jimson weed. Of course these details could be chalked up to plot convenience—which is by no means a flaw or complaint—but I've always wondered if there was anything more to it.
But, Sandy's more laid back reaction to most things has always intrigued me, and it would re-contextualize certain scenes like this one from 2x10 in a fun way:
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Pigsy: "No! What could have been so important that you'd leave MK alone to face that- that thing! You're supposed to be his mentor-"
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Sandy: "ENOUGH!" "I think we should give Mr. Monkey King, a chance to explain."
(2x10 This is the End!)
Of course with this theory comes a few questions, like why Sandy didn't meet the same fate as the other pilgrims, or why he wouldn't let Sun Wukong know he was alive, or why he would bother to pretend he wasn't the OG Sha Wujing at all. And honestly? I don't have an answer to these questions!
But what I do know is that Sandy's friends are greatly important to him-
Sandy: "Hurting others isn't a measure of one's strength—took me a really long time to realize that. As long as I'm doing something to help out a friend, I don't mind what it is! I just want to be there for 'em when they need me. Cause at the end of the day, helping my friends is more important than anything else in the world!" (2x08 To Catch a Leaf)
-and losing them would affect him greatly.
Whatever happened to the og jttw crew, that could very easily be the reason Sandy was "the most dangerous, deadly, rage filled warrior [Pigsy] ever [knew]". Based off of that 2x08 Zhu Bajie flashback, Sandy could very well have watched his friend die.
But, now that Sandy has his friends back in his life? Of course he's going to do whatever he can for them!
Which would include anything from making tea to breaking his vow to never fight again.
And please for the love of god give us a Pigsy - Sandy origin story. I'm begging. WHAT IS THEIR HISTORY MAN. WHY DID PIGSY KNOW HOW TO COMMIT A JAILBREAK.
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summonerscenarios · 1 year
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Hi there! This is my first time submitting requests and stuff and I'm not sure if you're still doing these but if you do, Cthugha and Akiha Gongen dating a tsundere MC?
Welcome, welcome~! Apologies that your first request took so long hun but I'm still learning more about these two. With that being said I hope this was well worth the wait (also idk why it was so hard to pin down a tsundere personality but i gave it a go lmao)
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Cthugha
From the offset things are heated - literally. Your attitude comes off as hot headed to those who make a habit of stepping on your toes or bothering you with something longer than a few words. Cthugha’s whole protagonist spiel almost certainly ticks that box, so it’s safe to say that things don’t necessarily end the most amicably. It’s not as though you intend to come off so callous, but it’s hard to get used to someone who’s so outwardly expressive and loud (though at this point you’re sure you should already be used to it considering just how many big players have been pushing your buttons with their attitude since you first appeared into this world).
That seems to put a bit of a damper into his mood, and you almost feel bad for the old one since he doesn’t seem too used to the whole friend making thing, much less someone who makes no attempts to be welcoming to people you’ve just met. That thankfully doesn’t last for very long before he’s springing right back into action, seemingly emboldened by some internal motivational speech as he seems more determined than ever to earn your respect and trust. You almost swear you hear something about character archetypes and story arcs, but if it makes him happy you’ll humor this dragon transient just this once - besides, Ryota’s always telling you to give people a chance and not to cut them off so quickly.
When you start hanging out more and more often you begin to learn more about him, namely the lack of interaction with others for millenia longer than you’ve been alive, alongside his penchant for treating everything like a hero story arc as a way to mask his self consciousness with a heroic bravado. Once you begin getting past all of that you slowly begin to get a feel for what he’s really like; Cthugha tries really hard to be someone that people can look up to and fawn over, and time and time again it’s rarely ever ended as well as he’d hoped. And yet despite all of this you’re one of the first people to give him a chance, the one person who at first acted brash and hostile in an attempt to ward him away. You’re not sure if it's that or just the fact that he’s so set on wanting to impress you, but those feelings of tolerating him morph into something fonder, something that you can’t quite put your finger on until it’s staring you in the face.
The first time those walls of yours finally melted Cthugha was absolutely smitten, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s down bad for you. It wasn’t as though he’d done anything particularly funny or outlandish, but it must have tickled you the right way as the sudden snort of laughter has him freezing in surprise, almost not believing his eyes and ears when you chuckle and lean up against his side so casually. You must not have realized what you were doing at first until you’d caught the therian looking at you, your face turning a pretty shade of pink as you straightened back up, doing a poor attempt to hide your face as you try to deny it in the first place. It’s such a small glimpse into what you’re like beneath that rough exterior, but Cthugua is absolutely in love, squirreling away that little image in his head like a CG to cherish later.
There are a few times where he fumbles, and worries that he’s locked himself out of your route by doing something to upset you; where he begins to doubt if you really enjoy spending time around him. He’s not used to opening up but you can see the change a mile away whenever he gets like this - Cthugha’s nowhere near subtle when he’s worrying, and the more he gets worked up the clearer it becomes before you have to all but drag him to sit and calm down before he ends up burning holes into the floor from the constant pacing. These times you’ll need to ease up on the tsundere attitude to offer him some reassurance - sure it’s not the most aptly worded but if it comes from the heart in your own way you’ll have him blubbering and cuddling up to you in no time looking for comfort.
When one of you gets flustered over the others actions it almost always triggers a chain reaction. It’s easy to work Cthugua up - he’d made the move to hold your hand once and he’d burned up so bad that you’d spent a good few minutes having to physically cool him down before he nearly ended up setting the place ablaze. Both of you are still getting used to affection - you because you’re still learning to open up and express your boundaries more confidently, and Cthugha because he’s got to be really careful to curb that explosive personality of his and outlet it in a way that doesn’t cause such a physical reaction. Needless to say that being in a relationship with the old one is a learning experience in and of itself. Give him some time though and once he’s finally got it under control you’ll be hard pressed to get him away from your side - Cthugua loves spending time with you, even if it’s just being in your general presence if you’re not in the mood for being doted on. 
Akiha Gongen
The trope of opposites attract couldn’t be more applicable than you and Akiha Gongen, even before a relationship blossoms. Akiha is open and inviting, almost always beaming brighter than anyone you’ve met and eager to please and make people happy even if it’s at his own expense more times than not. This rarely ever helps him in the friendship department, as you’ve seen first hand that he struggles to interact with said friends thanks to his rule and generally emboldened vibe. You on the other hand couldn’t be more different - people should be put off by your harsh and usually rash personality, and you make very few attempts to curb your tongue around people who haven’t earned your respect and friendship. And yet time and time again people flock to you like moths to a flame, lured in either by the people they see in you or some otherworldly force that somehow gravitates them in your direction. 
It’s frustrating, but there’s a small mercy in the fact that Akiha isn’t one of them, or at least doesn’t go outwardly proclaiming it every time you see him like some of the others do; maybe it's that which gives you pause, your usual icy tone leveling into something a little calmer. And it doesn’t go unnoticed either - the Summoners are shocked when they see you around him, watching what took them a good few weeks to accomplish happen within a matter of days - your trust is not easily earned, so the fact that he manages to get you to warm up to him so fast is a testament to just how lovable this big guy is.
Your bluntness and generally walled off demeanor doesn’t deter him in the slightest because he knows that beneath all of that initial coldness is such a warm and bright spirit, he just needs to figure out how best to earn your trust so you feel comfortable showing off that side more often! At least that’s what he reassures himself once he starts making a habit of spending time with you. It’s hard enough not to fall for that warm open act, but the fact he’s trying so hard to make a constant effort to win your attention and affections only makes it all the harder to not find yourself smitten with the tengu - not that you’ll willingly admit it.
His smile is infectious when he’s happy, and when you start going out rest assured every single one of those smiles is directed at you. It’s flustering to be under that much constant attention, but your embarrassed grumbles to stop looking is only met with even fonder looks content just to see you preen under the attention. 
One of Akiha’s biggest weaknesses however is his concept of personal space when it comes to affection - when he gets too happy or excited the first thing he’ll want to do is pull you in for a hug, burying your face into his chest and cuddling you every chance that he gets. If you’re the kind of person who’s alright with affection this is fine, but it certainly takes some getting used to. The first time he let it get the better of him you’d brought him a gift - only a small trinket that you’d happen to spot in the shop window that made you think of him - but it’s as though you’d given him the biggest declaration of love with how he reacts. There’s no time to react before he’s scooping you into his arms, practically twirling you around and almost sending the gift flying as he all but smothers you in praises and thanks for such a thoughtful present. Thankfully he learns quickly, but it gets to the point that you can always tell when he’s yearning for affection, the none too subtle puppy dog eyes wearing away at your stubborn spirit before you finally cave and give him the all clear to be free with his affections.
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mingiswow · 2 years
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Boyfriend!Han
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⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.
quokka boy™
we all know for a fact that he is a dangerous one
because he’ll approach you slowly
and start by making you laugh and feel comfortable in his presence
so just like my mom always says:
he’ll make you laugh, then laugh and laugh a little more, and when you see you’re naked in his bed
you were one of the newest additions on their team in jype
so when you were introduced to him and the boys he felt how uneasy you were
not only because of them
but because it was your dream job and you were really afraid to ruin everything
and he might not seem like but he is very observant
so when he saw your nervousness, he came to talk to you
and even offered to show you around the building
all the time he was saying silly things and telling silly stories about what happened in those places
“This is our main practice room. once I tried to do a backflip alone and almost broke my neck in here”
and you know the drill… you guys got closer and closer
to the point where you developed feelings for each other
but he was too oblivious - or in denial - of his own
so when the boys set you two on a secret date, he felt his heart swell
because you looked so so beautiful
and he never thought you’d feel the same as him
because we all know how insecure he is
and he always thought you would never date someone like him
but look at you two
all lovey-dovey after you started dating
Han is the typical clown boyfriend
he makes you laugh just to see your smile
and he loves how your cheeks get all puffed and red from laughing so much
is his favorite look on you
and the most common thing with you two is one starting laugh and the other follows suit and when you see you are laughing at each other’s laugh for half an hour
he is the type to enjoy home dates
he’ll always have some new ideas
cooking, playing games, watching movies, reading books, building legos
you name it
he talks a lot
so you expect him to vent a lot with you
be a good listener to him and you guys are good
he is also a good listener
but sometimes he can’t take things seriously and crack some jokes in moments that shouldn’t
which can lead you to be mad
but he’ll always apologize
it’s just his way of dealing with problems
also I don’t feel like you guys fight at all
besides these moments when he can’t take things seriously
he’s pretty chill
since he vents a lot with you, you always know how to help him
he is very good at communicating with you
so you always know how he’s feeling as well
he loves giving you gifts
it’s just that everything reminds him of you
you probably have a whole shelf full of little figurines, toys, and trinkets he bought in different places for you
he loves giving you flowers
so when he’s away because of work and you told him you were a bit off he instantly sent you flowers
and they always have some meaning behind
he loves calling you different names of flowers that mean love
so expect being called daisy, tulip, rose and even daffodil lol
also receiving said flowers
Han is really big on pda
he doesn’t give a single fuck
he loves holding your hand, fingers intertwined
hands on your knees, on your tights, waist
hugging
kissing
omg he is a kisser
he loves kissing you all over your face, neck, arms
his kisses are as cheeky as him
so sweet, tender and childish
but whenever you guys are alone things change
NSFW from here on
my job here is to bring sub jisung agenda
he’s a switch tbh but leans more to submit
he is a very whiny and loud sub
he loves to whine and complain about how bad you are to him
yet he’ll take everything you give to him
like I said he’s loud and he loves being loud
to the point you have to gag him not because you love the drooling mess he makes but so he can be quieter
and he loves every second of it
unlike everyone thinks he’s a brat, he’s not
he’s a very good boy
because he loves the praising
he might come undone untouched with just praise and degradation
speaking about that: he loves it
call him your dumb little slut and he’s yours
but on days he doesn’t feel like subbing he is more on the vanilla side
sweet lovemaking
taking his time with you
kissing all over your body
but don’t expect him to go down on you every time
but he loves using toys or his fingers
he takes pride in them
another one that’s not a big fan of aftercare
he just likes to hug tightly around your body and fall asleep
oh! and expect morning sex the next morning because he definitely had a wet dream about the prior night
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Southern Hope (Arthur Morgan x Female Reader)
❝ If by any chance...in another lifetime, we happen to see each other again, I'll come and find you. And I'll make you fall in love with me, over and over again ❞
In which romance novelist, Mary-Beth under the pen name of Leslie Dupont, writes a coming of age love story based on her favourite gang members in the past, You and Arthur.
Trigger Warnings; Violence | Blood | Angst | Sexual Intentions
A/N: This is a project I've been working on for quite a while. I had the idea in mind when I had the chance to experience the musical composition of Aaron Copland's quintessential American Dream, 'Appalachian Spring' -one of my favourite pieces with such a beautiful storyline. And I wanted to retell it in the form of a book that is available on my Wattpad (ongoing) for you to enjoy from Mary-Beth's POV. I hope you show love to this book as much as I loved writing it. Have a sneak peek at the prologue!
Read on Wattpad here for more chapters to come!
PROLOGUE
Leslie Dupont; Mary-Beth Gaskill
Lemoyne, Saint Denis
November 1907
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“Mademoiselle Dupont, we expect your next manuscript to be submitted by next summer. Now is not the time to be reminiscing.”
Here we go again
Mary-Beth sighed as her editor, Céline Laurent, had warned her once more for not meeting the deadline to her books. She was in a crucial position in her life. After her debut as a romance novelist, The Lady of The Manor was an instant best-seller across the country. It was the kind of thing she specializes in, silly ol’ romances.
“I promise you, I’ll get it done by then.” Or maybe, at least not for now. She shouldn't have promised something she couldn’t keep, especially in the meantime.
“I’ll take your word for that, if you don’t meet the deadline by then. Y’know what will happen to your contract, Leslie.” Céline stood at the door frame of Mary-Beth’s office with hands on her hips and raised eyebrows.
She knew exactly what she had meant. In fact, she knew the consequences on the back of her head when she first signed that contract with her publishing company. Two more books were requested of her. Or else she would be evicted of her apartment and be forced to live along the streets of Saint Denis for the rest of her life. A life of luxury slipping between her fingers.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mary-Beth disclaimed, the moment her editor slammed the door as she left her office. Heaving yet another exaggerated sigh, she crosses her arms on the grand rosewood desk, flopping her head on top of it. “What am I going to do now…” She murmured into the crevice of her arms.
Mary-Beth was in the middle of a major writer’s block for a few months now. She lost sight of that imaginative space of hers, consisting of the most swoon-worthy romances to the picture-perfect life she portrayed through her characters. A part of Mary-Beth that her readers absolutely adored. But, her head was now a clouded space of everlasting void. It was difficult for Mary-Beth to come into terms of writing again, but she couldn’t quite identify what had put her into this position.
Once she gathered the courage to write again, it all came crashing down like violent tidal waves when she came face to the daunting blank page of nothingness —almost drowning her.
It was as simple as that. Come to work, have a cup of tea, sit down, and a blank page.
Every. Damn. Time.
Maybe it was because she was already nearing her mid-thirties, and she hasn’t found someone to sweep her off her feet. Maybe it was when she first held Tilly’s baby that she found the need to be a mother someday. Maybe it was the overwhelming response towards her writing, she felt the need to hide away into an abyss. Or maybe she couldn’t stop thinking about the time she had come across John again after so many years that the memories just come flooding back.
Or maybe, just, maybe. It was because it’s November.
The most dreaded time of the year. November, in which the seemingly fearsome Van der Linde gang had officially broken up. Guns were fired, ties were broken and deaths were grieved. An unforgettable, painful memory.
She would often think about campfire songs, the girls and, Miss Grimshaw’s constant nagging about undone chores. Oh, how best of friends Céline and Miss Grimshaw would have been if she had heard Mary-Beth had been slacking again. It was her coping mechanism, think more about the good times to get rid of the bad ones.
Mary-Beth remembered when she took in her hands at being a matchmaker. Prancing around the camp, she would eye her two best contenders. You and Arthur.
She knew from the start when you had laid your eyes on each other for the first time, she could see through the inexplicable connection in between. You were both extremely awkward when it came to small-talk or addressing each other as you walked by across camp. However, it never stopped Arthur to come to camp as soon as he could just so he could see you, even just for a second.
The conversation would often start with Arthur while on his way to Dutch’s tent,
“Hey,”
“Hey.”
“I’ll leave you to it then.”
“Yea sure…”
—and that would be it.
At the same time, every single day, at the course of sunset.
You poor socially inept fools.
Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen would always see the interaction happen in the middle of their afternoon chores. Grinning from ear to ear. They would elbow each other whenever there was something different about the correspondence.
One time, you would walk past him, suddenly kissing him on the cheek and scurrying away.
Arthur would stop in his tracks, stunned, with a hand-over where your kiss tingled on his skin. Then he would look back at you as you laid down, smiling to yourself against a tree with a book in your hands. And Dutch would yell his name, knocking him out of his stupor before he noticed he was staring for a little too long.
The girls would start applauding for your heroic performance, it was like a groundbreaking plot twist Mary-Beth couldn’t wait to write about when the idea came into mind.
The both of you were like a walking excruciating slow, slow-burn romance novel. That was when Mary-Beth would cue in her entrance as matchmaker as soon as the interaction slowly died down. Your story had to have a happily ever after in her book.
She would pester you and Arthur separately, mentioning each other’s names and slipping in hints of romantic intentions from the other side so the both of you can address whatever this relationship was.
Mary-Beth knew it was a mission accomplished the night Sean was rescued back to Horseshoe Overlook. When she stood aside of the camp watching Dutch and Molly ballroom dancing into the moonlight, she caught a glimpse of you and Arthur behind them. Running into the woods, hand in hand, giggling to yourselves like prepubescent teenagers.
After that night, it was a considered job well done when your chance encounters slowly turned into planned ones. He would take you on dates, and you would show him affection like nobody’s business. A perfect couple, your American dream.
Until it became a nightmare.
And Arthur had passed,
your Arthur.
Ever since then, Mary-Beth wondered what had happened to you. Were you still alive after all these years? She couldn’t imagine how hard you must be coping with the news. Or what if you didn’t know at all? Even when she asked John and Tilly, they said you disappeared that night he passed.
Not even a single trace. Where were you?
Mary-Beth dismissed the thought out of her head, lifting her head away from the desk. She had to let go of these memories for her own well-being. For what seemed like yesterday were merely years ago. But it couldn’t have hurt to reminisce just a bit, for old times sake.
The story of You and Arthur was unwritten, left to collect dust from the lack of content. The perfect example of a sepia-tinted photograph, forgotten. Mary-Beth believed the both of you deserved something much more than a devastating ending. She wasn’t as ruthless as the other authors she had met that held an iron fist when killing off their characters. Mary-Beth wasn’t like that.
And the idea came to mind. She was a romance novelist for a reason; to fulfil all the possibilities for the unconditional love you shared.
And so Mary-Beth picked up her beautiful fountain pen,
She began to write on the great desk in her quiet room.
To write the most beautiful story of the century,
You and Arthur. Arthur and you.
A perfect couple. The American Dream.
A life that could have been so much more,
A life to remember…
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if you’re open for regular requests i’d love to request lil scenarios of the boys learning english alongside their english-speaking s/o! this is totally self-indulgent i’m doing the TEFL program and i’m going to south korea next year to teach :)
first of all, that’s amazing omg!! congratulations my love, i hope you have the best time over there and please don’t be shy in sharing your stories with us!!! i tried to stick to the boys actually learning english with their s/o but i strayed from that with a few members just bc i ran out of ideas lol but i hope you still enjoy!
fair warning....i’ve never ~seriously~ tried to learn korean, so i’m not entirely certain of the parallels between korean and english. i just hope these are wholesome enough to override that lmao
namjoon:
“You know,” Namjoon looked up from his phone, “I understand expanding your vocabulary, but why are there so many weird slang words?”
“Kids these days?” You shrugged, the man chuckling in response before flipping his phone around to show you what had puzzled him.
“If something slaps, that’s...good?” He wondered, watching as you suppressed a smile at the tweet he was showing you.
You could tell by the profile picture that the user was an ARMY, one of the many fan profiles on the platform, and the tweet was written completely in English.
Although there was a ‘Translate to Korean’ option readily available with just a tap of his thumb, you knew Namjoon never missed an opportunity to challenge himself to be able to fully comprehend what a native English speaker was trying to say.
You nearly snorted at the tweet’s content, smiling as you read it out loud.
“The Dis-ease bridge just saved my life. Seriously, this song slaps.”
Glancing at Namjoon, he raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for you to translate and explain what that could equate to in Korean.
“It’s definitely a good thing, Joon. They love it.”
At your interpretation, Namjoon grinned, nodding to himself as he pulled his phone back in front of his face to scroll through more reaction tweets to the new album release.
seokjin:
“What the hell is that?”
You picked your head up from your sketchbook when you heard Seokjin whine from beside you, eyebrows knitting together at his distressed tone. Taking a glance over at his laptop screen, you found his mouse bouncing from letter to letter on one of his weekly english lessons.
“What is that, like 15 letters? How do you even use that in a sentence?” He went on, obviously flustered by the word on the screen.
Pulchritudinous.
You placed your hand over his to stop his panicked counting of the letters, causing him to look over at you with a sigh as he frowned.
You nearly giggled at his reaction, but the genuine fear in his eyes made you stifle it as you soothingly held his hands in yours. 
“It’s just an over complicated way of saying beautiful. I don’t know why they’re teaching you that, nobody ever uses it.” You assured him, his eyes going down in size a bit at your words before he nodded.
Watching as a smirk tilted his lips, you raised your brows at the sudden expression.
“What?”
“Well like, I could say I’m...that?” He said, eyebrows raised cockily as he gestured to the long word stretched across the screen.
“Well it’s actually not used like,” you paused, giving in with a shrug as you grinned back at him.
“Sure, love.”
yoongi:
“Why did I skip English class all the time?” Yoongi sighed, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he plucked at the skin in frustration.
“Because you were trying to be a rebel.” You answered without looking up from your phone, the man obviously not liking your answer as he reached over to where you were laying beside him to pinch at your hip.
Yelping, you scooted across the mattress to get away from his hand, whining his name with a scoff before looking over at his notepad.
“What are you doing, anyway?” You asked, leaning on your palm as you scanned the rows of scribbled English letters written on the page.
“I’m trying to get better at writing.” He admitted shyly, a small grin on his face to match the fond one on your own. 
“Aw,” you pouted, Yoongi raising his eyebrows at your tone, “but I like your chicken scratch.”
“You’re such a brat.” He chuckled, adjusting the velcro on his brace with a grunt.
Since Yoongi’s shoulder surgery took away obvious straining activities like dancing and performing, he’d turned to studying English from the comfort of your bed during his recovery as one of the only safe activities he could partake in for a while.
It was now one of his favorite past times, learning new words and phrases he could potentially use in the future. It worked for you both because it took his mind off the pain and kept him motivated, and since you could speak both his and your language, you could help him out whenever he got stuck on something.
Usually he did lessons verbally on his phone, but it seemed today he had taken the old fashioned route.
“Your handwriting really isn’t bad, Yoongs.” You observed, the carefully placed tails at the end of each ‘a’ making you smile out of fondness for the man.
“My man has the prettiest handwriting.” You cooed, pushing a strand of his stark black hair out of his eyes as he blushed down at his notebook.
“Stop that.”
hoseok:
“Hey, babe?” Hoseok called for you, listening to your footsteps growing closer before you popped your head into the kitchen doorway.
“Yeah?”
“I’m having a little trouble.” He gestured to his open laptop on the counter, you recognizing it as an assignment from his English course.
“What happened?”
“Pronouns. Pronouns happened.” He pouted, his disdain for the new chapter quite obvious as he stared down his computer screen.
“What about them?” You asked, stepping closer to the man sitting at the kitchen island and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“I need to make ten sentences using proper pronouns and I feel like I’m doing it all wrong.” He explained, causing you to hum as you looked over his sentences.
“These look great, Hobi.” You smiled as you glanced over the first three he’d written, flawlessly executed on the document.
“Can you help me with the next one?” He wondered, you nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool next to his.
“What do you want the next one to say?” You asked, watching as he glanced off to the side in thought, slightly squinting his eyes at the tile floor beneath the sink.
“My house is next to,” He spoke in English, pausing as he searched his brain for what pronoun to put next.
“Theys?” He answered as more of a question, then shaking his head as he switched back to Korean, “wait, no.” He sighed, placing his chin in his hand in thought before glancing over to you.
“I know it’s wrong, I just don’t know what the right answer is instead.” He explained, you shooting him a loving smile as you pushed the dark raven hair off his forehead and pressed a kiss to the newly revealed skin.
“I’ll help you, Sunshine. No worries.”
jimin:
Flopping onto the bed, you let your tired body fall on top of Jimin’s hoodie clad chest, his arm encircling your body as he mumbled a soft greeting to you.
“Hm, what are you learning about today?” You nuzzled into his chest, peering at his phone propped up on his thigh.
“Animals. Birds, mostly.” He answered, briefly turning from the screen to press a kiss to your head before focusing back on the row of English words matched with pictures of popular birds glowing from the device.
The first was a robin, the next a blue jay, and then a dove.
You listened as the virtual instructor prompted Jimin to repeat after her, spelling out the letters before stating the whole word. You smiled as your boyfriend followed instruction, pronouncing the words the best he could after the microphone chimed for him to do so.
“D-o-v-e. Dove.”
“Dove.” He repeated, smiling to himself as the app announced he got the point with a little heart.
“That’s cute.” He went back to his native language, you humming in confusion as you lifted your head up off his chest to look at him.
“The heart?” You asked, reaching up to twist a stray strand of hair out of his eye as he shook his head.
“Dove.” He said again, making you tilt your head, not knowing what he meant.
“It sounds like ‘love.’” He connected the two English words, you smiling fondly at him in response before scooting up the bed to kiss the tip of his button nose.
“You’re so cute.”
taehyung:
Three knocks at the door announced someone’s arrival to your bedroom, causing your head to lift from the novel you’d been so immersed in. Taehyung was home, but you’d wanted to give him space because you knew he needed to work on lyrics for his mixtape in order to submit them on time. 
“Hey,” he poked his head in with a small smile, “can you help me with something?” He asked sheepishly, stepping further into the room when you nodded.
“Of course. What is it?” You set your book down, marking your place before closing it to pay full attention to your boyfriend.
“Well, I’m trying to write this verse in English and,” he trailed off with a shrug, “you know.” He finished, you nodding in response with a gesture for him to come sit next to you.
He eagerly walked over to you with his notebook in hand, lowering himself to the mattress before rolling his way over to where you were leaning against the headboard.
Honestly, Taehyung’s English wasn’t bad at all. He was insecure about it, but you’d never really understood what the reason for that feeling was. His vocabulary was more than decent, his comprehension was good, and his pronunciation was great for having such a thick accent.
But there were many times where Taehyung came to you for guidance, as you were a native English speaker yourself.
And so, as he rested his head on your shoulder confiding in you about everything he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, you patiently took him through what would work and rhyme best, smiling as he hummed the melody to himself to see if the phrases would work in his creation.
jungkook:
“Baby, can you read it to me again before we go on? Just one more time.”
You glanced over at your boyfriend in his makeup chair, several employees bustling around the man as they attempted to get him ready to go on stage while they had him seated.
With his arm extended backward to where you stood behind his leather chair, he offered his phone to you while shooting you a grin through the reflection in the mirror.
Taking the device from his hand, you opened it to the notes app where he’d written what he wanted to say in his statement on stage in just a few minutes.
You were in London tonight, which meant that all of the boys had been rehearsing their English so that they could communicate easier with their audience.
Jungkook, ever the over-achiever, was determined to do the toughest English tongue twister he could possibly find. Not only that, but in a British accent for his British ARMY’s.
“Betty bought a bit of better butter to make her bitter butter better.” You read from the phone, barely able to read the sentence yourself before you glanced up at Jungkook through the mirror again.
You watched your boyfriend nod as his brain took in the words you’d just said, taking a deep inhale before he began speaking the phrase back to you.
You gawked as the man effortlessly repeated after you, a few of the makeup artists stopping as well as Jungkook raised his eyebrows back at you.
“Was that okay?”
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yourmoonanon · 3 years
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chained
pairing: monster!Techno x monster hunter!reader rating: this is p*rn. straight p*rn. 18+ a/n: started this and could never find the time to finish it, so I decided to wrap it up and post it as a valentines day present!! (& perhaps write a sequel when the semester is over,,)
While the stories rang rampant in the village, songs of death and blood sung as soft lullabies to peacefully sleeping children, you never in a thousand years thought that you’d walk across him - let alone walk across him and survive.
"Fuck!" You yelped quietly, attempting to shake off the burning sensation in your hand as you closed the cell door, locking it closed. Well, you thought, at least it works. Uninjured hand on your hip, you stared proudly into the secluded cave at the unconscious body lying in the makeshift dungeon you built. Netherite bars split the dim cave in half, doused in enchantments to burn the flesh of those who dare escape. Iron used to be strong enough, yes. But not for him. Not for your next target, the one the King himself hired you to capture. The other half of the cave was dolled up: a couch sat comfortably in front of the roaring fireplace, the handstitched rug providing one of the only colors in the room, the bookcase fitting snug from floor to ceiling. Whether making your guard space visible to the prisoner was to psychologically fuck with them, or just your building style, even you didn't know. Water dripped rhythmically from the ceiling, providing a metronomic background as you cleaned, tossing any evidence of tonight’s kidnapping in the fireplace. Your mind couldn't help but drift as you worked, thinking of the next few nights to come. The next few nights you had to watch him, getting him as weak as possible before the guard force came to lead him to execution.
Ever since you were a child, you heard the stories of him. The stories of the blood monster that lived in the words. The one to be feared above all, his bouts of murder occurring haphazardly whenever he saw fit. The village you grew up in only knew of two colors – snow white and blood red. The folktales of stumbling upon him told in taverns over a round of barley, torch illuminating the protagonists' walk home barely giving a glimpse of his face before his teeth were in the poor victim’s neck, being shred to pieces. Some say he was a shapeshifter, appearing in the form of your darkest nightmares. Some say he was spawn of the devil -- perhaps even the devil himself. Some say he was an old villager gone crazy, dousing himself in the strangest potion concoctions that could only be explained as science gone wrong.
You watched him from your place on the couch, book in hand as the body in the cell stirred awake, groaning as he sat up. 
Unless your darkest nightmare was a handsome hybrid who dressed himself like royalty, you could safely reject that theory. Despite the gash at his forehead from taking your axe handle to the head, he was... pretty. He didn't look like the monster you had psyched up to chase. Fear flittered in your chest as the thought of you capturing the wrong person slipped into your mind. Shit. What was the king going to say if you captured an innocent ---
“Who are you?” 
The thought was quickly shut down as he leapt against the bars, baring his teeth and sending you a primal growl. His hands sizzled against the magic, but he didn't seem phased, adrenaline pumping and ready to kill, eyes flaring a dark black.
You remained silent, ignoring the thump of fear and your own adrenaline in your chest, eyes casting themselves back to your book.
He stood, hands unfazed to the bars magic, staring at you for hours.
Pretty, but creepy, you thought as you stood up, returning the book to the shelf once finished. 
You should have known not to turn away from him, not even for a second.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention as you felt his towering presence behind you. You were sure he could hear the hammering in your chest, fear radiating off you in waves. Just run, you idiot, why can't you run? A soft whimper slipped through your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as slow hands grabbed your wrists, bringing them behind your back. His grip was harsh as he used your arms to pull you back against his chest, muscles flexing against your touch. A shiver ran down your spine as your bodies met. He was hot. Oh so hot, heat encapsulating you like a cape.
"What do you want?" you managed to croak out, taking a shaky breath as he chuckled darkly behind you, body moving as he did.
"I could be asking you the same question, little one." His finger traced a trail down the side of your neck, smiling as your body ached to submit to him, your neck tilting to give him more access. "But I don't have to. You reek of what you want. I can practically... taste it,"
He trailed the same finger down, down, past the skin of your ribs, down and over to your thigh. You silently cursed your body as it disobeyed you, legs parting ever so slightly, practically begging for more of his sharp touch.
"I don’t think you quite understand the power I have over you," he hummed, taking in a deep breath as waves of desire ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. "I could snap your neck and be on my way back home. You don't think you’re the first hunter the king has sent after me, do you?" You remained silent. "You poor, little naïve human."
"Why don't you just do it then?" You mumbled, a small part of your mind screaming how that option would be much less humiliating then this.
"Most of my attempted assassination's haven't been lead by someone quite as... captivating as you," he mumbled, slowly bending down to run his long tongue down the side of your neck, following his finger's earlier trail. Your head fell back on his chest, letting out a soft moan as his mouth worked, his tusks a wicked intruder as they bumped against you. "I must admit, it's been rather fun sitting in that cell, watching you read as I thought about which position I would take you in first."
Your eyes shot open as you felt cold metal at your wrists, a loud click echoing off the walls as he cuff yours hands behind your back with the ones from his cell, the chains clearly snapped through at the ends. He held the heavy weight of the chains with ease in one large hand, almost like a leash, his other coming to rest at your stomach. Almost like a leash, you whimpered at the thought, visions of him forcing you to the ground flooding through your head, giving you whiplash.
"Yeah?" he mumbled, tugging on the chains lightly. "You like being chained up? Want me to take you back home and keep you like this?"
You whimpered, trying to focus on anything other than the heat of his breath on your neck, attempting to convince yourself this was just a dream. An incredibly, extremely hot dream.
His knee made it’s way in between your legs, pressing up harshly, successfully drawing out the noises you tried so hard to hold back. You couldn’t help but grind down on his thigh, his skin so warm and inviting. 
“That’s right, darling, enjoy yourself...” The cocky smirk is evident in his voice, but still you can’t stop yourself, rocking your hips down as he lifts his thigh up every time to meet them. “You’re such a good little thing, huh? Thought you’d put up more of a fight than this. Gave me one hell of one with your axe.”
“Should have fucking killed you when I had the chance,” you breathed out heavily, attempted confidence falling at the wayside.
The next two seconds felt like minutes as he pushed you over the back of the couch, a sharp claw ripping your pants in two before sliding into your already soaked heat. He moved quick, holding the chains that still bound you between his teeth for a moment just to bring a free hand down on your ass sharply, slapping in quick succession. Moan after moan was ripped from your throat as he worked, his long finger hitting so deep.
“You think you should have killed me, huh?” He gruffed teasingly, adding a second finger, scissoring you wide open. “Then why are you so fucking wet already?”
Your eyes rolled back in your head as he hit the perfect spot over and over and over, never letting up. Your thighs shook as he never let down the pace, pushing his chest against your back, the chains biting at your skin with how tight he wound them. His mouth found it’s way to your skin again, sharp teeth grazing against the skin of your ear as your vision grew blurry, hips bucking back against him as he made you cum with just two fingers. 
He let out a satisfied hum as you clenched around his hand, ears buzzing at the pretty sounds he could make you sing. Before you could even recover, he pushed you forward further, fully bending you over the couch. He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it up and propping it against the edge. You only just stopped shaking as he bent down, his tongue beginning to lap at the mess his fingers caused. You gasped as he pushed forward, tongue thrusting in and out, realizing the middle of his tongue was split. Your mind fell blank as he worked, each side of his tongue working against you so well, his name finally falling out of your mouth.
He growled heavy in response, lapping at you faster now, attempting to tattoo your taste on his tongues. “Say that again,” he demanded, running a sharp claw up your leg, just enough to leave a red mark. His name tumbled from your mouth over and over as he worked you through your second orgasm and into your third, the vibrations from his dark chuckles shaking your body, making you tear up at the overstimulation. Your legs spread further apart when he pulled away from you, hips seeking his touch, begging for him to fill you up.
A sudden set of voices emerged from the entrance of the dungeon, pulling your senses together, blood rushing hot to your cheeks. Oh, fuck. The guardsmen. 
You expected the god behind you to become angry, possessive even, leaping forward to rip their throats out, for how dare they interrupt while he claimed what was his.
Instead, he laughed. 
“Looks like we’ll have to finish this another time. You know where to find me.”
And with that, he was gone - leaving you chained and desperate.
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youarejesting · 3 years
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Sly like a... ? Part 25
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[Full Masterlist] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All (Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
Authors note: Sorry if the last chapter felt rushed. I was told it seemed a little rushed.
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Seokjin catches your hand before you leave the garage pressing his lips softly to yours, his hands running through your hair. Fingers brushing against your ears, you felt your tail curl around to brush against his and he didn’t flinch. Massaging your ears softly makes you whine softly enjoying the feeling. 
“What had I been scared of, you aren’t scary.” Seokjin said, brushing his lips against your jaw and breathing against your ear, “I never knew you would be this cute when you submit to me.”
He nibbled on your ear and pulled back with a brilliant smile, “Eyes blown and lips swollen, you are a vixen” he paused pulling your hand up to kiss the back of your hand. His eyes reserved closing over the emotion that had been their moments after breaking the kiss. “Unfortunately, I am not the only one who feels this way so I will fight fair and give you the choice.”
Confused about what he meant by, not the only one. You knew the boys were affectionate but none of them had expressed feelings as fervid as this. They were all soft and gentle like they enjoyed your company and your guidance as an owner. Right?
Never had you tried to influence their feelings or falsify your own. Always telling yourself you were being professional. Of course, now seeing how you had overstepped so many boundaries. If you had truly been professional in maintaining a business environment you wouldn’t have climbed into their beds.
Cuddling wasn’t on the recommended list of things one does to establish good work relationships, this was all your fault. Too many lines had been blurred.
Walking into the living room you saw Felix there with the boys, Taehyung and Jungkook engulfing you in a hug. “We don’t care, please don’t kick us out, we all love it here and you have done so much for us and we want to make your dream come true. We love you and can’t live without you.”
“Felix explained everything thoroughly, we are sorry you had to go through all that on your own.” Yoongi smiled softly from the couch, “I am happy to listen and talk more about it whenever you want, you have helped me so much and this is exactly what I want to do. I want to help, I never want people to feel alone. We all agreed that what you are doesn’t matter to us.”
Hoseok pulled you into a hug, “Even though my instincts say not to trust a Fox or any other predator, I trust you and everyone in this house with my life and I love the family we have created.”
“I think I have made a mistake.” You whispered, “I think I was trying to make you all feel at home and loved, safe, and build a relationship of trust. I hope you all feel that way but, I also realized that it isn’t very professional of me and I can’t have every hybrid I work with grow attached to me. Did I lead everyone on?”
“Not exactly, judging by your reaction you had no clue meaning your intentions weren’t negative. Your intentions weren’t to manipulate us. You are correct, you should in fact learn to detach somewhat, especially if you will be working with many more hybrids like ourselves in the future.” Namjoon explained shuffling his feet, “That being said, I believe we all respect you greatly, and whether our feelings are for you as a person or as a savior we are yet to find out.”
“Please don’t leave us,” Jungkook said softly, “We won’t bother you, just let us stay.”
“I don’t want you to be conditioned to think I am perfect, I don’t want you to think you have to like me because I took you in. I just want to help. You become independent so you can grow and work and have your own families.”
“But I don't want another family.” Jungkook huffed, “I want this family, it’s all I know.”
“Jungkook, I-” Taking a deep breath you hummed, “I think we have gotten very close and I think we need to take some time to really think about things. It feels like Stockholm syndrome, and I am not just talking about you, I am talking about myself.”
“I am attached to all of you, I am growing too attached that I don’t see myself in the future without you. I was thinking about the future of the program and I just assumed you would all be working alongside me and we could come home together.” You rubbed your forehead, a tension headache blooming across your skull.
“I can’t tie you down because I want you to stay with me, not when you don’t know me properly, my bad habits and pet peeves. We are in an ideal situation where money is no issue and we are practically living a never-ending vacation. It can’t all be good things. There has to be trials and tribulations, we have to see each other fall apart and learn to mend one another to know if we should be in it for the long run.”
“I think that is really wise, and some really great points,” Yoongi said, placing his hand on Jungkook’s head pulling it onto his shoulder, “From what I gathered it isn’t a rejection, it is the foundations of a plan for the future.”
“It still hurts,” Jungkook’s lip was jutted out as he sniffled into Yoongi’s collar, “It hurts so much Hyung, my chest is tight.”
“It will hurt,” Yoongi said, “Let me pour you your first drink. It will help you let it out.”
“I will take a drink.” Seokjin smiled, “Something to ease the tension.”
Hoseok looked at you and gave you a hug, “they will be okay, you have been doing an amazing job, of course, it’s an uncomfy feeling but you have given us more than just your friendship and respect, you have given us each other, never forget that without all this and your passion we seven would never have met, successfully cohabitated or become friends.”
“You gave me friends,” Taehyung smiled, his tail hanging eyes shaded by his fringe “a purpose, even though grandpa was supportive of my decisions I have more freedom, a goal, a future beyond the limited time I had with grandpa, You gave me brothers, I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Most importantly you made me feel like I was worth something, that I was special and I could reach my dreams. You made me feel loved. Even if you don’t feel that way truly towards me, it was still nice to experience that feeling for the first time.”
“You gave us a safe environment to explore feelings we never expected to feel. I thought love was stupid and debilitating. I thought everyone was stupid and all that mattered was my books, and studies, I was searching for something, learning and absorbing everything I could to fill the void. But no matter how smart I was, I never realized that what I was looking for was a simple feeling I had looked down on. I have filled some of the voids, because not only did I find romantic love, I found platonic love. Even the slight tension of heartbreak is a feeling I had never felt.”
Namjoon was deep in thought before adding, “I don’t know when I shut off my emotions but, I had become a mannequin, a shell of a person with no objective. Now I have grown branches, flourishing relationships, and strong bonds deep in this earth. I have a function, a value in life.”
“You are all getting really deep,” Felix said, “It is strange but I admire your courage to talk about these things with one another. I want to know as your dad, that I approve of these boys and any of them would make a good son-in-law. If you were to ever wish for a relationship with any or every one of them I approve.”
Felix’s eyes sparkled mischievously, “I mean, maybe it’s because your dad has been through a lot, seen a lot in life, maybe you can call me hip, or open-minded but why limit yourself to one person. Something I have learned through my many hundreds of years is that we can love many people at once and as long as everyone is on the same page honest, trusting and comfortable. Of course, respecting people's boundaries and capacity to love others is important.”
“Maybe it is my experience talking but I can see these foundations amongst you all, the bonds you all share are strong and everyone is caring and respectful towards one another. I think definitely letting yourselves grow is important. This house is your safe place and the open communication really allows for everyone to explore?”
Felix left after his small speech, kissing your cheek and whispering how you looked like you didn’t want to choose. All stunned at his proposition, Yoongi agreed, “He has a point having more partners means more people to share your troubles with, more personalities to mesh with, if you don’t like someone's hobby, there is someone else in the group who might like the same thing saving you from something you dislike.”
“Of course, there are always pros and cons to everything.” Namjoon reiterated, “We could discuss it one day if things seemed to go that way but again for now we should all focus on the program, just long enough to allow everyone to think seriously about their feelings as unbiased as possible.
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You apologized to Seokjin that you couldn’t sleep in his bed tonight and he smiled, “That’s okay, I feel like I have received enough comfort and attention.” 
Assuming he was talking about the kisses the two of you had exchanged in the car and garage away from prying eyes. Mind reeling, did you truly have these feelings for them, or was it manifested from the program? Did you truly like them or did you like the attention? Did you love them or was it the idea of love that you loved more?
Laying on Jimin’s bed, his things packed ready to move into Hoseok’s room, your things in the corner ready for you to take the room for yourself. Thoughts of your best friend, you hadn’t seen it but you wondered if he loved you like the other hybrids. He had been jealous of the other’s affection but you had felt that before when he would talk about his hybrid friends growing up. Never wanting to be left behind or replaced. Never wanting to lose him. Pressing your face in his pillow the subtle scent of his hair products eased you like he was there beside you.
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Carrying groceries into the house together. The seven bustling to help put things away in the kitchen. They seemed more confident, more mature and you couldn’t help but blush as they grazed past you, pheromones mingling in the space naturally, letting each other feel safe and loved. There was no need to control their pheromones as they had become comfortable with one another. It was more natural for hybrids to communicate in such a way, you even found yourself letting your feelings show this way. 
“We have work tomorrow,” Namjoon smiled, almost dropping the eggs as he carried them to the fridge, “The new intake of hybrids is coming in, which means we have a lot of paperwork and emotions to deal with.”
“I can’t wait to see them, they are always so small?” Jimin giggled “Reminds me of when Jungkook started university.”
“He was still big back then, too muscly.” Hoseok joked poking Jungkook’s abs making the younger man giggle. 
“They grow up quickly though, last year's graduates are out in the workforce now.” Seokjin smiled softly, taking the eggs from Namjoon before they were broken. “I saw Soobin, the bunny hybrid who graduated last year, is doing really well. He opened a bakery.”
You went to your room and Taehyung poked his head in. He saw you working and borrowed a moment of your time for a kiss before heading out once more. He was always so physically affectionate and it was nice. There was playful banter in the kitchen between Jungkook and Seokjin, the latter arguing that ‘Ramen will spoil dinner.’
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yandere-sins · 3 years
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The Exception
My friend let me try playing Hades on her switch and well... I kinda liked it. Namely, I liked all the characters, so my brain went like “what if they were yandere” and I had an idea for this story that I threw together this morning before working on the Fox Wedding (: The latter isn’t done yet, but this sure is, so who knows, mayhaps some of you will enjoy it! Just tried to answer the question how we could get Thanatos to whisk us away.
Characters: Yandere!Thanatos x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Blood, War, Wounds/Impaling, Major Character Death (???) or well dying, I read into greek history for almost an hour but if I gotten something wrong then so be it
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Thanatos had seen enough of the world to know that he didn't want to stay on the surface forever. 
The current battle spreading before him was a mere reason to sigh deeply as he watched bodies fall left and right, their souls soon leaving to a better, or perhaps worse, place. It was mandatory he stayed, but Thanatos was well aware of which side was winning and which was losing. It was his duty and his work to know these things, even though it didn't make the fighting any less futile in his eyes.
Letting his gaze wander over the battlefield, he watched the red splatters on the ground, heard the crushing sounds of iron against iron and the cacophony of fearful and devastating screams. He still couldn't believe Zagreus would want to come to such a place. A place where there was futile fighting and too much light, but perhaps, it was a world that fit the Prince of the Underworld, as he was the same, even if Thanatos only recognized this fact bitterly. 
Finally, the battle was closing in on its end, just like the hundreds of people that found their death because of it. The ones who weren't dead yet slowly but surely started to hesitate and retreat. Even as the personification of death, Thanatos reckoned that a pointless death was scary, even though so many humans chose it over desertion. Their death was inevitable, preordained by Thanatos sisters. Still, he had seen many hold on to the last sparks of hope that they could escape Thanatos' grasp. 
And then, on the other side of the coin, were those that practically would have offered their life to Hades and fought to the end.
You weren't an exception. Yes, your quest and pride were your downfall, and by the gleam in your eyes Thanatos could tell you knew. You knew and recognized that you'd die. However, as if you were spiting him personally, you still continued to fight ahead of everyone else, gaining questioning glances from your comrades and contempt from your enemies, which you pulled to the ground one after another and sending them to hell. 
Many before you had this overzealous compulsion to make that best out of their inevitable demise. Thanatos would admit that yes, most had a good reason for it, like saving their family or fighting for their own life. Others simply lucked out on the gift of pride and ignorance, forcing themselves and occasionally many more lives with them into the deep, dark pits of death. 
What was your reason? Thanatos wondered. 
He still had time before he needed to take action, he could allow himself a short - minuscule, really - different thought than his upcoming work, and you presented yourself so nicely to him as the incarnation of death waited for the end of today's battle. It wasn't often that he had the leisure to let his thoughts wander, so Thanatos intended to use these few seconds, which would fall under the radar, to still his curiosity.
By the looks of it, you weren't an inexperienced fighter. Or perhaps, you were just a farmer judging by your muscles. Surely, you seemed enthusiastic about your task, so were you fighting for something more significant than the glory of your country? Family? A loved one? Thanatos couldn't help but be curious about what your drive was, as he had seen so many reasons, yet they were all the same. Perhaps, yours was new?
Even so, you were graceful as you swung your sword around. What did he know about footwork, but at least, yours seemed to pay off as you weren't dead yet. When one of your foes managed to smack off your helmet, Thanatos believed that was it, but alas, you regained your strength, charging at the very same attacker. 
In a way, fighting was like an elaborate play. The only difference was that neither of the parties knew the other one's move. The person reacting better was the winner. He couldn't find joy in watching wars, but even Thanatos had to admit that it was a joy watching you. Even if you lacked the enthusiasm as the heroic shades that lingered below, like Theseus, had, you fought a fight worth mentioning in the books as well. 
Every move you made, Thanatos could see the calculations in your eyes, that keen shine reflecting in them. The sun seemed to break through the clouds just to reach out to you, making your armor sparkle in its rays. Yes, you were a formidable human, and Thanatos caught himself thinking that it was a shame you were fighting even if you looked so beautifully while doing it. 
Taking another deep breath, he could see the swirls in the air left by it. While the winter wasn't affecting him, no matter how little clothes he wore, Thanatos felt a second of pitiful understanding for everyone who had to fight in those conditions. Undoubtedly, the cold armors, freezing hands and weapons, and frozen ground were another nemesis for every soldier out here. Even if their bodies stayed warm from adrenaline and running, it certainly was another reason many of your human bodies gave out quicker, merely submitting to their fate. It was fair enough for Thanatos. It meant his work was over faster, and judging by you being circled and the other soldiers at your side beginning to see the end coming towards them with long spears and sharp swords, it was all over soon. 
You had fought bravely, that much he could give you. Perhaps you had impressed him enough to put in an unusual good word for you with Hypnos, who'd pass it on to Hades himself, granting you a shot on being put into Elysium. But your fate had long been decided, and as you fell to the ground, the battlefield erupted in victorious screams, announcing your time of death. 
And also, his start of work. 
As the winners retreated one after one, happy whenever they found a friend that survived too, Thanatos passed by them and onto the battlefield instead. Unseen by the human eye, he began his duty of reaping, one soul after the other, as mangled and frustrated over their death as they were, following his orders as he shushed them away. Usually, some pleaded and bargained with him for another shot of life, but even if Thanatos had wanted, there was no way for him to help them. But that day, everyone seemed awfully aware that there was no negotiating nor mercy waiting for them as they looked at his figure, frightened and frustrated. A pointless battle, with meaningless deaths, brought forth the self-pity in them, but this wasn't the first battle Thanatos tended to, so he felt nothing akin to that. It also wasn't his duty to take care of the souls gathered here, as it was Hermes' job to lead to them. 
He had something very different on his agenda. You. 
It was unfortunate for both of you, but when he reached you, you had yet to breathe your last breath. One eye slowly and in pain, opened, the other one damaged from the blow to the head you had received. However, as you looked at him, serene clarity laid in your gaze, and you recognized him, mayhaps by the giant scythe he carried around. Your stare was clear and less afraid than he expected you to be when acknowledging him, but you closed your eyes as a cough overcame you, hot, red blood dripping down your lips. 
"Guess that's it," you croaked, and Thanatos could only stare. Conversing… wasn't his strong suit, and there wasn't exactly a reason to talk to you.
"Are you going to kill me?" you continued, undeterred by his silence, and Thanatos weighed his actions. "No, of course not," he eventually spoke, shaking his head slowly, the hood on his head shifting along to his movement. 
"Ouch, that's cruel. You'll just wait until I die like this?" 
Your words were nothing he hadn't heard before, and he didn't feel offended by them. However, he didn't expect your lips to briefly curl into a smile, adding a jesting notion to what you said. Even that wasn't new, but… it struck a chord inside the usual stoic bringer of death. "I can't end your suffering," Thanatos explained, hoping you'd simply know about the unspoken rule that he couldn't harm you. 
"I think, I get it," you heaved, feeling worse by the minute. "You are just making sure I know I am supposed to die here."
That assumption wasn't wrong, even though there had been more playing into his service than just that. Too many kept trying to escape their fate, and sort of, Thanatos was just checking and cleaning up what would be left. You still had some time before your organs would fail and finally take you to the grave, different from the other souls that were already leaving for their new home. 
"No, you will die here," he retorted firmly. 
"I could," you chuckled, followed by another painful cough. 
"Don't test me, Mortal."
In between deep breaths, you allowed yourself a short laugh. Just like him, you were probably aware that there was nothing worse that could happen to your situation, so his threat was just a way he hoped to shut you up with. In silence, he watched over you, until eventually, your eye opened up again. This time your gaze was searching for him - or something really - but your sight had already begun to cloud. No matter how proud and achieved you are in life, in the face of death, everyone looked the same.
 "I think I did a good job. You know, fighting. Thought that if I already had to do it, I might as well give it my damn best."
More coughing. Thanatos watched the puddle of blood around you grow by the second. The spear inside your body must have been stirring up your insides the more you talked. Thanatos had expected something like this, you, young as you still were, had been led by the belief that doing your best could make up for the fact that you'd die. "But in the end, it was worth nothing, right? We lost after all."
Thanatos could only stare as he wondered what you expected him to say. He came here, knowing your life would end here, so really, the hope you had put into yourself didn't have the same disappointment to him now as it did to you. And yet, as he listened to you, seeing your body battered up with cuts and bruises, for the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to pity for you, and you specifically.
"Why did you fight then?" he asked, perhaps against your expectations. 
"Why? Because they told us too. The King ordered us to fight this battle, and only he could have known how many soldiers our opponent would bring."
"You could have run." Thanatos tried to stay as detached from you as possible, though it didn't quite work, your words taking their influence on him. "Can you?" you retorted before letting out a long sigh. Death was near, literally as well as figuratively. 
"Can you run from your duties? You don't have to do this either, do you?" 
"I do--"
"Really?"
There was no immediate response this time, your question justified, despite your little mortal soul undoubtedly never understanding the burdens on the shoulders of Gods. The world would stop if they all decided to not continue their work and fulfill their duties and expectations. If Thanatos stopped, no one would die anymore, and but the suffering of everything would never disappear too. 
"Dying sucks," you whispered, turning your head away. 
"I reckon," he muttered indifferently. Not like he could talk about it from experience. It must be painful, dreadful, and, depending on the circumstances, frustrating too. Right now, though he couldn't imagine the extent, you must have felt so hopeless and so, so scared. There wasn't much other reason for your banter.
"Thanatos… I always thought it was a pretty name, even if everyone feared it." Regaining his attention after finding himself momentarily lost in thoughts, he looked down at you again, watching as your eyelid closed slowly. "Say what you want, but you can't blame them for fearing death, and alas, me."
"Perhaps if they talked to you, they wouldn't be so afraid."
"Meaning you don't feel so afraid anymore?"
A smile danced over your lips once more, a truly unusual sight for a soul so close to their end, and especially after talking to him. Hypnos often teased Thanatos with being too formal and dutiful to be amusing, and Hades beware, comforting. Though he didn't care for his twin's words, yours did make him feel... happy. 
"Let's go then," you whispered, and Thanatos kneeled down, his hand falling to your wrist, listening to your pulse. Even with the feeling of your heart still desperately pumping blood through your body, only to lose it through your wounds, you didn't utter another word afterwards. You undoubtedly were dying, but perhaps, for now, you were merely unconscious as your lungs didn't stop reaching for air, and your heart used all your strength to function. 
Once more, the sun broke through the clouds, shining down right at you two, bringing Thanatos into the predicament of being blinded as it reflected off your armor. Perhaps he understood it now. Understood how unfair it was that someone like you, innocent and kind, was doomed to die out here. How awful his job on this day was, forcing him to take you to Tartarus and put you before the judgment of the god residing there. 
So what if... he didn't. 
He couldn't heal your wounds, nor make you feel better. But what he could do is battle the fate, earn the scorn of many, but at least, even if he took out the spear from your bloody body, you'd live. You'd live to tell your tale, and who knew, even he could apply some bandages, so maybe you'd recover some. 
It was a risk, and one Thanatos did not like taking, nor found pleasure in executing. But you couldn't refuse to come to this battle, whereas he, perhaps, after all these years, could refuse to do his job once. For your sake, and unbeknownst to him at that time, for his own even more.
His scythe disappeared in favor of Thanatos grabbing for the dreadful spear. Never before had he experience the kind of sound a wound could make from so close, and by the gods, he hoped he never would again. It was just your luck that you were unconscious, or the pain would have perhaps killed you faster than your wounds.
Leaning down, he scooped you up, his hand sullied with your blood and the dirt on the ground. The snow wasn't cold when he touched it, but your body was warm in his arms and still alive. Your threat of fade wasn't cut yet, and he wouldn't do it. With you in his arms, he stepped back, looking into your sleeping face before he retreated from the battlefield with a quiet, "Let's go."
No, the surface wasn't a place Thanatos liked to linger. It was too loud, too wrong, and too bright. But to see your smile, lively and happy, one more time, he didn't need to stay above ground. Where you were going, it was dark and, at times, lonely if you weren't a being born there. But you'd also be safe and alive for as long as you wished to.
And Thanatos would be with you, even if everyone would turn against him and his decision, for all eternity if he must.
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napeoftheneck · 3 years
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The Rule of Beasts (Eren Yeager x Warrior!reader)
MAJOR ATTACK ON TITAN SEASON 4 SPOILERS !!!
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Hey bestie! Sorry this took so long, writing for Eren is a STRUGGLE on its own but pairing that with a Marleyan reader makes it seem like I’m writing the 95 Theses. I’ve done it though! I just want to thank you guys for requesting despite having no teaser to see what I write like! I appreciate it. Hope u enjoy :)
Title: The Rule of Beasts
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Blood, canon-typical violence, war, depiction of depression/trauma/PTSD brought from war, swearing, major injuries, Eren is mean as hell in this (I use she/her pronouns for the reader in this as it was in the request! If you want any changes, please feel free to dm me or submit an ask!). ALSO, the quote used for the title is one I've seen EVERYWHERE, but I can't find who originally said it. If anyone knows, let me know!!
Major spoilers for Attack On Titan season 4 below the cut!!!
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“We’re not friends. We were never friends.”
Since your return to Marley some years ago, those words persecuted you like a condemnation. The dismay they brought you was incessant, though it was nothing compared to the agony concealing it brought.
Reiner seemed to be handling it well. He could look his mother in her wavering eyes and recount the story of the potato girl with little faltering and he could sit before Gabi, Udo, Zofia and Falco to give impudent answers on the spot.
You were nothing akin to it.
Upon your return, you were no longer the dominant and capable warrior sent by Marley to scour Paradisians. You were a husk.
The way they gawked at you, whispering as you passed and lowered their voices to a soft, below-octave hum as if you could break if they spoke any louder told you everything about how they had seen you now. Now, alongside Reiner, you were shaken.
You were a child that allowed herself to be shaken by the horrors of a war you weren't prepared to fight in. Not alongside Reiner, anyway.
The fact that you had survived had been a testament to nothing. It meant nothing.
Without your frequent appearance past public displays of your status, you meant nothing. When you returned home, your facade crumbled. You were plagued with thoughts of what you had done to them - to him.
You slept and dreamt of the moment where Eren Jeager had confided in you and you looked him in the eyes and swore to cleanse the world of those beasts that killed his mother. You shared tender moments with him knowing that those beasts were your friends - that they were you. You nodded along as he spoke of a world where you could live together, peacefully, without Titans. Meanwhile, your true allies would be waiting for you that dawn to plan how you could ruin them more.
Whenever you dreamed (it wasn’t often) it was of him. Sometimes it would be of moments you weren’t present for - of the moment he heard your name when listing missing soldiers. Often, it wasn’t.
“Don’t touch me, don’t even-don’t even look at me! You took years of my life from me and I’ll never get them back. Do you understand that?!”
There it was again. It happened every time. You were on the branch, you felt the thick air heave through your lungs, yet you felt like you were drowning in it.
You knew the situation well now. He had no hands to fight you with. Ymir watched from beside him. If you looked up, Reiner would be stood tiredly, Bertholdt would be slumped against the trunk. “(Y/n), just let it go.” He would sigh, raking a large, scarred hand over his face.
You wished you listened. You never did. No matter how many times you’ve dreamed this dream, you never said what you needed to. You always said the same thing; “Eren,” it was always so tired. Your vision would always fade. “I wrote you a letter every day where I told you everything in vivid, drawn-out detail - I confessed to everything - but I couldn't ever show you. I couldn’t hurt my friend like th-“
“We’re not friends. We were never friends.”
A loud, echoing roar sounds from beyond the stage before you and you are momentarily struck from your daydream.
The declaration of war was upon you and, deep down, you knew something gruesome, something catastrophic would come of it. You weren't dull. Yet, there you sat, complicit. The crimson band around your arm burned your skin even under your coat like a crucifix upon the skin of the unholy.
You are grounded now, suddenly conscious of where you were.
The coldness of the night bit harshly your nose and ears, tearing you from whatever remaining stupor that had a hold on you.
Your eyes snap upward, toward the piercing flashes that now emitted from under the stage. People clambered around you, squealing and shoving their way past you. You angle your head to see what had caused such a commotion, but it didn’t take you long to discern the state of the audience.
Rubble, blood and fleeing townspeople flooded it.
From your spot behind the stage, you could see the resulting catastrophe clearly. However, it’s when you look up that left you staggering backwards.
Him.
It was unmistakably him, though the attack Titan looked much larger than you retained. It was much greater, now, because you were below it. You were at its mercy.
No longer, like before, were you in his territory. You weren’t the charlatan among others, he was. Because he didn't belong here. He was a threat to your people, your land; no longer to his own.
The fear made the damage look grim; it made him look massive.
Eren was in there.
You think of it and suddenly you are 15 again. Suddenly, you are brushing his hair, coaxing him to sleep through rough rain and thunderstorms. You suddenly feel his arms around you again, you feel the warmth from the night of your graduation.
You fought with yourself, biting back the feeling of familiarity, of recognition.
He wasn’t your friend anymore; he was the enemy now.
You didn’t want to fight him.
You just watched him kill what seemed to be hundreds of your people, and you were certain he had brought his own people with him, but you couldn't find it within yourself to do what you knew you must.
Someone grabbed your arm, and you momentarily tear your eyes from the familiar beast.
“Ms. (L/n)! You’re safe!” You don’t recognise the woman speaking to you, but she grasps your sleeve as though she knew you well. Her hand was coated thickly with crimson. A child weeps behind her dress. She weeps something about having lost her daughter to the rubble and she begs for you to do something.
Your expression hardens as she’s whisked away by a guard, who orders something about getting to safety. You watch her disappear into a large crowd as you search your pocket for the familiar coldness of your switchblade.
Eren Yeager had killed your people.
He had, in this stunt, mowed through thousands at this point and surely would do what he could do to make his destructive way to your friends.
You flick it along your palm.
Violence for violence was the rule of beasts. You would get to him before he could.
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leahseclipse · 3 years
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Distant memories
Masterlist
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: Spencer is older and slowly notices that he's developing memory loss. One day as you come home, you find him frantically sketching his best attempt at his favorite memories with you.
Category: Angst / fluff
Warning: some angst, memory loss,,
Word count: 2.6k
Requested by @imagining-in-the-margins
A/N: I'm uh- wow, I'm writing a fic for one of my favorite authors, so I was all stressed and happy when I wrote it- but, I also thank her because it allowed me to write about a different subject that I wouldn't have thought of before now. (Don't forget to check her work btw!)
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It's been a while since everything began fading away. He doesn't seem to remember, he tends to forget facts, what he wanted to do, where his favourite book is among all of the fifty others on the shelf.
And even though he didn't say a single word about it, you knew something was wrong.
He never forgot anything.
He'd even remember the emplacement of the scissors that was on the shelf of the bathroom behind the three boxes of medication and under the creams, and he hadn't remembered, you would have kept looking for another hour.
His memory never failed him. He remembers every single detail, from the blue pencil in the back of his desk that's under the pile of books, to the shirt that's in the closet behind a multitude of jackets, he would even remember the exact hour of each one of our dates, while you barely remembered the date.
Something was wrong, and he wouldn't tell anything.
Most of the time, you both were busy with work, which left little time to have conversations.
He wouldn't even talk about it when he had free time at work, he'd either leave you on read, or try to talk about a completely different subject.
You had asked about it to his colleagues, but you'd receive the same words you thought about.
'He doesn't want to talk about it.'
'He hasn't said anything.'
'I think something is up, but I don't know much.'
He would never say anything. No matter how hard you, or his coworkers tried.
Spencer was not acting like his usual self, you've known him long enough to know it. It wasn't really obvious the first day, and if it was, you hadn't really thought much, it would happen sometimes when he would really get tired, he would just forget some little things, and it would usually get better after a good night of sleep; but it didn't get better.
Emily had said to me that he forgot the password of his computer. He never did. He could even type it while talking with someone, thinking of another subject, he would type it in two seconds, but he didn't. He had stared at the screen for a minute before slowly typing it with hesitation.
He brushed it off when Emily had noticed it.
He didn't want to talk.
He never did.
You could see that it bothered him. He wouldn't appreciate it when he couldn't find what he was looking for.
But you didn't know anything, you didn't have anything to prove he was having trouble remembering. You could see it, but couldn't confirm it, he wouldn't say it to you.
He always talked to you about his problems, even if he usually was the type of person to keep everything inside; but, he had mentioned that as he trusted you, and appreciated talking with you, he'd always talk about what was on his mind, because he knew you'd always listen, and that you understood him.
And these last days, it was the opposite; he would get upset when you'd try to talk to him, get stressed about the tiniest thing, he was struggling, but kept closing the box with a key you couldn't reach.
The key always worked, but it just broke. From the moment he had stopped opening himself to you, it was like he had changed the lock. You couldn't understand him like before.
No one could understand him.
Every time you'd try to talk;
'It's nothing.'
'I don't want to talk about it.'
'I'm busy y/n.'
'I had a tough week.'
He'd stop the conversation.
There was nothing you could do at this point. You could only wait.
Wait in silence, until he decides to talk.
If he ever decides to.
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This week wasn't a busy one this time. Various members of the team had sent messages to you throughout the week; either pictures of them in front of the tv, at parties, outside, they all enjoyed it as much as possible.
It wasn't exactly the case for you. You always had something to do, and your superiors never liked when the work was given late.
You couldn't go home early tonight, so you had texted Spencer so he wouldn't worry.
'I can't go home at 8 today, I have too much work, might go home at 9 or 10. Love you.'
After it, you didn't know if he had answered or no; you had turned off your phone before being seen by your superior and went back to work.
You couldn't stop worrying about him the whole time. You knew deep inside him that he wanted to talk about it, he wanted you to know, but he never would.
Two minutes felt like four, you couldn't stop looking at the clock, couldn't stop wondering when the work would stop.
You had to go home, talk to him. It had to stop, he was being too hard on him, all of this was being too stressful, he'd keep everything inside, you had to get him to talk.
You couldn't stand seeing him like that anymore.
The worry on his face when he couldn't remember where he had placed his book, the stress he felt when he didn't know what he had done earlier, you could see everything. It had lasted long enough for you to notice something was up.
You weren't being your usual self as well, you'd never rush at work, would always take time to talk to everyone, wouldn't arrive late to work, try to leave early, even if it probably was nothing compared to what had changed with him.
You already were ready to go from the minute you had typed the final letter and submitted your work; turning off the computer before rushing out of the building.
The reason why you were in a hurry was mainly because you wanted to see Spencer, but also because you couldn't wait to go home. It had been a long week with all that had happened with Spencer and the amount of work, so going home was relieving.
You couldn't stop but feel stressed the minute you stepped out of the car, heading the direction of the entering of the building.
You would wonder if you would finally manage to talk with him without him stopping the conversation or avoiding the subject as soon as you'd mention something having to do with what he was experiencing.
The sound of the elevator grabbed you out of your thoughts before you stepped out, standing in front of the door while reaching out for your keys in your bag.
You took the keys in your right hand, turning it two times, the click of the door shortly being heard.
You had taken off the keys out of the lock, tossing them on the shelf next to the door.
"Hey Spence, I'm home!" You said, heading towards the living room, assuming he'd be here, when you had seen him, sitting down on the floor in front of the low table, he looked like he had been crying. He was frantically sketching something on the piece of paper laid down in front of him.
"Babe, what are you doing?" You interrupted, as he looked at you with red puffy eyes, a stray tear coming out of his left eye.
"I can't remember. I can't."
"What can't you remember?" You asked, settling your bag onto the floor.
"Everything…I think. I can't seem to remember one of our dates. I've been trying for days. I can't remember it fully. I always think that I'm about to remember, but it's fading away."
You felt helpless at this moment. You didn't know what to do.
You were completely lost.
At this moment it felt like you couldn't do anything but watch him gradually lose his memories in front of you,
One by one.
You quietly walked in the room, walking to the table as you glanced at the paper.
"I...um, do you want me to help?" You asked again, watching him giving a small, but enough understandable nod. "Do you remember a little something from what you're thinking about?"
"...I think it was on a day off."
"Oh, right. That day. It was in January of last year, around the beginning of the month, I think. It was at the park right down the street. One of the rare days where we both had a day off. We didn't want to go too far, so we just went there. And it was enough. We spent hours talking, then stopped, we just stayed by each other for an hour. And it didn't matter to me, because I was with you." You told, wiping a tear from his cheek, as he took your hand before you had the time to take it off his face.
"Wasn't it...raining?"
"Yeah, just a bit at the beginning. It got worse at the end, we had to run back to the apartment with only your jacket on top of our heads to have a sort of umbrella. And even though I just wanted to change my clothes and jump on the couch, you had taken me on your shoulder and rushed me to the bathroom to take a warm bath so we both wouldn't get a cold. You were so worried the next day, even though I had insisted that I was fine."
"I always got worried for you. Even when you were perfectly fine. I'd worry every time you didn't answer one of my texts."
"Yeah, you'd always call all panicked." You chuckled, furrowing your brows in worry when he turned his face away. "Look at me Spence. Tell me what's wrong, you know you can tell me anything, hm?"
"I'm just so...sorry. I should have talked to you; but a part of me was terribly afraid. I couldn't seem to accept what was happening, I thought it would just go away. But I kept forgetting our most important moments piece by piece, every day, and I knew it wasn't going away, it's invading every memory like a computer virus. It's deleting everything on its way. Every memory we've spent building, it's going away. What am I supposed to do y/n…?"
"You were scared, and that is completely normal. I definitely would have reacted this way too. But, I told you , it's going to be okay. I'm here."
"But y/n, that's not fair. How am I supposed to comfort you by telling you stories, throwing random facts whenever you'd ask to, remember a memory when you'd mention it, I'm gonna keep forgetting it, and that's not fair to you. I can't accept the fact that I'm making you endure that, I-"
"Spencer Reid. You're not making me endure anything. I don't have an eidetic memory, but I still can remember some. I still can remember them for you. I can tell everything I know to you. When you'll forget one, I'll keep remembering it to you, as many times as you'd like me to. And that will be okay. Everything will be okay. Because we're in this, together. I won't leave, I'll be here with you." You said, smiling at him. "Do you have something else on your mind?" You asked, when you had noticed he seemed pensive.
"When you came to the bureau...for the first time, do you remember it?"
"Yeah. Um, back there, you had longer hair, they stopped at your shoulders, and I kinda miss them. It was in the afternoon, and even though I was supposed to come the next day like you had told me, I didn't really have a choice, because you had forgotten something at home; And as it was my first time at the office, no one knew why I was here. My name wasn't anywhere on the list, you had forgot to put my name on it. I had to discuss for a good one hour before you came here."
"...I think you had a blue top on."
"Yeah, a dark blue. The one I wore when I had met you just a few months ago."
"I'm sure you were beautiful. You still are."
"That's the first thing you told me, and the first thing you tell me everyday."
"That's because I want you to know it. You're the most beautiful girl I have laid my eyes on."
"And you're the most handsome man I have ever seen." You smiled, as you rubbed his cheek with your hand to comfort him, encouraging him to talk.
"...can you promise me something?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Despite all what's going on right now, will you still love me?"
"Always. You don't need to worry at all. I will always love you. Nothing's gonna change that."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing." You had assured, while you came forward, bringing your lips to his to kiss him gently before stepping back to look at his tear stained face. "Everything's going to be okay, don't cry."
"Okay, I'll try not to."
"Good, because you know I don't like to see you sad, it breaks my heart every time. So, we're not going to be sad, we're going to be happy, spend time together, make new memories, and take days off because who cares. You're more important than my work, you're more important than anything to me, because you're my everything."
"You're way more than my everything to me. You're even more important than my own life. I will never stop protecting you, loving you, no matter what." He said, as he brought his hand to my face. "We said that we weren't going to be sad, and you look like you're about to cry."
"No I'm not."
"You are." He argued, whilst a smile had drawn itself on his face. "You can't lie to me, you've never been good at lying."
"Okay, I was about to cry."
"And we said that we weren't going to, you remember?"
"I remember. Not like you."
"Hey! That wasn't nice." He pouted, pretending to be mad at you.
"That was fun!"
"Oh, you wanna play?" He challenged you, suddenly wrapping his arms around you, pausing for a split second before he began tickling you.
"Spencer! Stop, no— I'm going to kill you!" You didn't manage to place your sentence correctly, it was impossible at this point, you were laughing so hard. "Okay— okay! I surrender!"
"Oh, you do now? Finally. You're being a loyal wife for once." He joked, knowing that it would make you react.
"Loyal wife? Shut up genius!"
"You know that it's bad to be disrespectful to your husband. You really should be ashamed." He lectured, dramatically putting his hand on his chest. 
"I'm gonna show you what's bad." You answered, taking a pillow from the couch before throwing at him.
"You're— you know you're not gonna win this pillow fight."
"Then try to defeat me."
"Oh, I will." He specified, walking towards you before he took another pillow, initiating the fight.
The rest of the night had gone by simply with pillow fights, kisses and hugs.
Only joy.
No tears.
You had made each other swear to not cry, and you were the one that insisted the most.
From now on, you'll make sure that he won't be sad again, you will stay by his side, remember him one of your dates, or two, or all of them. You'll do everything to make him happy, because god knows how much you like to see his smile.
And seeing him smile is what you want to see the most.
There will eventually be bad days, but you'll be here. You'll always be.
No matter what.
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Nuada’s Date
(Requested by @thepjofanqueen​:  Hi I’d like to request a Prince Nuada x reader where he has trouble admitting his feelings so he just kisses the reader and maybe takes her on a little date )
(A/N): Again I am sorry for being late and if this story is too fluffy. other than that I hope you enjoy
Warning: Grammatical Error, mostly Fluff, Angst if you squinted your eyes.
Word Count: 5,355
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Nuada moved swiftly around the training room with his staff held tightly in his hands as he struck the dummy around points that would have been fatal to an actual living being. He stopped on his tracks having enough training for today, as he turned around to leave to his room his eyes scanned the room and he could see the glances he got from the other agents. All were impressed by his skills, however, there was a specific pair of eyes that he wanted to be trailed on him but unfortunately, when he found her she was focused on her own training with a colleague of hers. His brows furrowed in annoyance as he took his belongings and marched out of the training area to his room. She never looks his way when he does something that is worth attention. Nuada's eyes widened slightly as he realized what he had just thought. He groaned at himself.
 "Why do I still keep thinking of her?" He asked himself as he reached his room.
 It all started when he first started going on missions with the Red Demon and the walking fish. He thought her to be only an extra agent that was sent to make sure they get the job done. However, she turned out to be one of the few essential workers whose importance could reach the Demon's. He was impressed by with her not only when they were on missions but when she voiced her opinion confidently or presented alternatives on how they should deal with a creature, which saved not only the humans but also other creatures lives, or when she defended the other creature's actions to Manning through meetings that he couldn't come up with a reply except "We protect humans, it's our job.". Those thoughts of her made a small smile spread unconsciously that he had to force away when he realized it.
 Even if she is a human she's still a selfless, strong, and smart one. He respected (Y/n). That's what he thought at least. he was sure that the only emotion he had for the human was "Respect", which he gave it only to a few but then other feelings started to erupt within him that confused him greatly. He wanted to hear her voice more, wanting to smile whenever he saw her happy and wishing pain upon whoever dared to anger her or make her frown. He doesn't remember when did he start feeling like this towards her, but what he knew is that it is driving him crazy. 
 A knock pulled him out of his thoughts and when he snapped his head to look at the door he could already tell who was it.
 "You may enter." He called. The door opened and it was as he suspected his dear sister Nuala.
 "Good evening, brother." She greeted with a smile.
 "Good evening." He greeted back with a nod before turning back to resume changing his clothes.
 Nuala's smile vanished from her face and was replaced with a small frown when she heard the tone of his voice.
 "Brother..." She called again as she took a step forward, Nuada hummed as a respond not facing her yet, Nuala dismissed the act. "Tell me what is bothering you."
 "Nothing is bothering me." He answered, which made Nuala chuckle. Nuada turned to look at his sister with a raised brow. "What is so funny?"
 "That despite having both mental and physical connection that allows us to experience whatever the other is feeling you still try to hide from me." She said with a smile.
 Nuada's brows furrowed in annoyance at her words, he knew that the only person he can't hide his true feelings from is his dear sister. Nuala sat on his bed and patted the area to her left, seeing no use in hiding he submitted and went to sit beside her.
 "Now tell me what is troubling you, dear brother." she started gently. "What makes you feel so many things at once?"
 "It is more of "Who is"." He answered with a sigh.
 "A person?" Nuala perked up at his answer. he nodded. "Who is it?"
 He didn't answer. Nuala looked at her brother with a look of bewilderment, he has hint foreign look on his face that she saw him wear a very...very long time ago when they were just kids. He used to have that look whenever he gets caught after causing mischief... Her dear brother was feeling embarrassed. Nuala had to bite her lip to she won't smile, fearing that Nuada would misunderstand her delight for a mockery.
 "Who is it, brother?" She asked again after a long silent pause.
 "It's... a.. a human." He struggled as he forced out half the answer as he titled his head down, to hide his face with his hair. Nuala's eyes widened.
 "A human?" She asked again unsure if she heard right and he nodded confirming it.
 Nuala couldn't hide the smile anymore as it spread across her face. She was feeling so happy at the moment because of two reasons, the first being that she identified the feeling that he was struggling with as love and the second was that his love interest was a human which was very intriguing.
 "I am so happy that you found someone to love brother." The moment those words left her mouth Nuada turned sharply to her with a look of displeasure.
 "I do NOT love a human!" He spat his words with disgust. 
 Sensing his sister's jolt of fear at his outburst Nuada forced himself to take deep breaths to calm himself but he doesn't seem to be able to. He turned around to the door wanting to leave, Nuala opened her mouth to call for him but she didn't get the chance.
 "I need to meditate in the fresh air and clear my mind, excuse me." He said before leaving the room with Nuala who was concerned by her brother's behavior.
 --- 
 Nuada walked down the halls after returning from his meditation feeling a bit better of everything that happened today. all he wanted now was to return to his room and enjoy a good night's sleep.
 "Nuada!... There you are!"
 ...Or maybe not.
 The Elf didn't need to turn around to know that the caller was none other than Hellboy. When he got close enough Hellboy wrapped his arm around Nuada's neck surprising him as they continued walking.
 "I have been looking for you everywhere man, where were you?" Asked the demon.
 "I was meditating outside." Answered Nuada as he tried to pray the red demon's arm away but to no avail.
 "Say how about you come over for a while I want to talk to you about something." Said Hellboy ignoring Nuada's previous answer.
 "What do you want?" Asked Nuada as he tried to stop but he was forced to continue moving.
 "You will find out soon."
 That's the only answer he got as he was forced to take different routes that lead to where Hellboy took him. Nuada just gave in and went along wishing for everything to be over already. It didn't take long for them to reach the library and when the double doors opened Nuada was surprised to see that they weren't alone. His sister, the demon's spouse, and the fish were here as well. When Hellboy finally let go of him Nuada looked around the room at everyone before turning back to the demon.
 "What is the meaning of this?" He asked not liking whatever they were planning.
 "Relax princy, we are here to help." Said Hellboy as he made his way to where his spouse sat.
 "Help me?" Nuada asked raising a brow in confusion. His eyes scanned the room again and he could see that everyone was looking at him with excitement that worried him.
 "Yeah, Nuala told us you have an interest in someone." Said Liz with a smile.
 Nuada's eyes widened before looking to his sister with dangerously narrowed eyes, that didn't phase Nuala, who kept a smile.
 "I thought it would be a good idea to get the help of the others since they as well experienced love." She explained to him. Nuada almost growled in anger at the word "Love".
 "I do not love her!" He exclaimed at his sister, but no one was phased by his outburst.
 "Oh, it's a girl." Said Hellboy with a grin.
 "Yes, a human girl." Said Nuala with a nod.
 "Nuada loves a human girl." Said Liz who was surprised.
 "Does she work here?" Asked Hellboy. 
 "That is none of your business." Snapped Nuada at him, getting more irritated by them.
 "How interesting." Mused Abraham and when everyone turned to him they saw he already placed his hands on the glass towards Nuada. "She does work here, a close colleague in fact."
 That was the last straw for Nuada, he pulled out his blade and marched towards Abraham's tank. 
 "Get out of my mind you damned creature-"
 "Whoa Whoa Whoa!!" called Hellboy blocking Nuada's way, to protect Abe. "Calm down there, blue didn't mean it."
 "If he dared to go into my mind again I will not hesitate to slice him into-"
 "He has feelings for (Y/n)." Said Abraham interrupting Nuada's threat.
 Everyone was surprised by the discovery they turned to look at Nuada only to see him frozen in place staring at the ground with wide eyes. He has been found out.
 "You like (Y/n)?" Asked Hellboy with a grin.
 "I'm leaving this place." Said Nuada as turned on his heels to leave the library. 
 "Brother wait!" Called Nuala but she was ignored.
 The prince was so angry and dare he say also embarrassed at being found out. he just wanted to be alone, not even want to be near his sister for a while, this should have been a secret between them, but she went and told... Them. Nuada's thoughts were cut off when he felt arms wrapped around him and left him up, he knew by the brute action it was the demon but what shocked him is the fact that he was caught off guard.
 "Let go of me you brainless-"
 "Yeah yeah just set down and shut up for a sec would ya." said Hellboy before forcing Nuada to sit beside his sister.
 "Brother I am sorry for planning all this from behind you back." Said Nuala sincerely as she placed her hand above her brother's. "I just want to help reach the one you love and be happy."
 "I don't love her." Said Nuada his voice a few more irritated.
 "What do you feel towards her then?" Asked Liz.
 "Respect, that is all I feel for her." He answered.
 "Liar." Said Nuala and when Nuada turned to face her he realized that his hand is still linked with his sister's.
 He quickly pulled his hand away making Nuala flinch.
 "I'm sorry it was by accident." She said honestly.
 He knew it was a habit his sister could never control but it still annoyed him at times. Nuada looked up to them seeing that they all were eager to know more, there was no chance of escaping, he knew that, and so with a sigh of defeat, he decided to just give in and get over with it.
 "Yes, but I still don't understand what I feel towards her." He confessed. "I didn't lie when I said I respected her, but respect isn't the only thing I feel, there are more but I don't know what they are, these feelings are so foreign to me."
 Silence filled the room as they all were surprised that he confessed the truth, Hellboy broke the silence.
 "She accompanies almost your every thought, you will complain about her but you know that they are empty complaints, you try to impress her without even realizing it, and lastly the mere mention of her name makes you feel... weird in here." He finished point to his chest. Nuada's golden eyes widened at his words.
 "How did you know?" Nuada asked Hellboy chuckled at his reaction.
 "Because that's how I felt towards Liz at first before understanding what it was." He answered.
 "I felt the same thing for Nuala." Said Abe from behind the glass. "I always tried to find what she liked to I can try to like them to and hope that the common interest would bring us closer."
  "You didn't that, I liked you from the first time." Confessed Nuala with a smile. 
 Abe stammered in embarrassment at her words making everyone laugh in the room except for Nuada who was deep in thought.
 "What if the feeling I have for her not "Love" but something else?" He said making them stop laughing and look at him confused. "How can I confirm it?"
 A grin blasted across Hellboy's face.
 "I know just the thing!"
 --- 
 You walked down the hallway your head bounding from the lack of sleep. you wanted nothing more than to take a day off and spend the day sleeping but you couldn't last time you took a day off an Elven prince broke in and almost killed Red. You shock your head of the thought of the handsome prince and tried to concentrate on what you have to do today but your thought kept drifting to him. images of him training invaded your mind, his body was built yet he moved so gracefully. Another image of him with Nuala and being a good brother, or him being good with animals. You couldn't help the blush at the thought of him or know how to deal with the butterfly in your stomach whenever he was near. You can't ignore it.
 You have a crush on Prince Nuada the rightful king of the Bethmoora clan, a strong warrior with a good brain on his shoulders and that damn charming smile.
 But you have to get over such a silly crush. because not only was he out of your league but also because he loathes humans. He does work alongside you and even protected you a few times from death or fatal injuries but that's only because he is forced to. there was no way in hell you can be with Nuada. 
 You were pulled out of your thoughts when the opposite side of you Nuada was walking towards you. Speaking of the devil. You suppressed your blush and forced yourself to look professional, you prepared yourself to give a greeting of some sort, a simple "Good morning" would do, he never was a talker and you are a human so he will probably ignore you, maybe just a polite smile with a nod would do. However, with all the thinking you did, you didn't prepare yourself for him walking straight towards you. Did he want something? did you do something?... How do you look do you look? do you look tired? you hoped not. You stopped in your place, and he slowed down as he came closer to you confirming that he did want something from you.
 "Good morning Nuada." You greeted with a smile, thankful that your voice didn't give away the nervousness you felt.
 Nuada just stood there staring down at you as if he was thinking something over. Despite the smile that you still kept your anxiety was growing. what did he want?. He took a few steps closer to you, too close for your liking, and before you could question him he placed his hand on your right cheek which made you freeze at the contact, but what really caught you off guard is when he leaned forward and connected his lips to your own.
 Your eyes widened with shock as you let out a small muffled sound of surprise. Your (E/c) stared back to his golden once, he looked so calm. The kiss wasn't a deep one, just a simple one. when he pulled away he closed his eyes as if in deep thought before finally speaking.
 "Tomorrow evening I will take you somewhere so we can spend some time together so we can get to know each other more, don't worry about "where" just wear something nice and wait for more to get you." He then turned to walk away. "Have a good day."
 You just stood there your mouth hung open trying to process what the hell just happened.
 "...D .. Did he just...order me out?"
 --- 
 you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, your (H/c) was done the way you like it and wore a halter (F/c) dress which was below your knees. you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself for your "Date". You had no clue what to expect today all you knew was that you had to look nice, because of that you decided to look casual for whatever he had for you in store. Just then there was a knock on the door making your heart jump.
 He is here.
 You another took a deep breath to calm your self before walking to the door and opening it. You opened your mouth to greet him but your voice didn't come out. Nuada was wearing black and red royal clothes with the golden seal of his clan on his abdomen. He was well dressed and looked elegant, a true prince charming standing before you. 
 "You... look beautiful." 
 His words broke you our of your train of thought. you looked up meeting his golden eyes that stared down at you with a soft look. You blushed slightly at his comment. 
 "Th... Thanks!" You burst out but clear your throat trying to look calm. "You don't look bad yourself."
 You said with a grin, causing him to show a grin on his own at your words. Your heart skipped a beat.
 "So..." He offered his forearm like a gentleman. "Shall we?"
 You were surprised by the action but smiled none the less to him before hocking your arm to his. As you walked silently your mind kept wondering about your choice of clothes. Nuada looked as if he was dressed for a ball while you looked like you were going to a hangout. Maybe you should have changed? is it too late to ask to go back and change? what would you change to?
 ...Wait a moment.
 "Nuada..." He called he turned his head to you. "Where are we going?"
 Your question made a troubled look to cross his face for a just a moment before he looked back forward with his nonchalant stare. He stayed quiet for a moment before he finally answered.
 "I don't know as well." He confessed.
 You raised your brow in confusion at his words. how can he not know? you wanted to ask him further but you stopped when you were met with the double doors of the library. How did we get here so fast? You heard a sigh and looked back to Nuada and saw that the troubled look was back on his face. He stared at the door, contemplating if he should go in or not. In the end, he placed his pale hand on the handle and twisted the nub opening the door. Your eyes widened slightly at what you saw.
 The usually messy library with scattered books and the dusty statue was now clean and organized, the desk and chairs there were in the small circle of books were replaced with a dinner table for two with a patch of red roses in the middle. the light from Abe's now clean blues waters gave the sight a more beautiful touch. 
 "N...Nuada this looks... so beautiful." You turned to look up to him with a smile. "Did you do all this?"
 "Hmm... I.. had some help." He said with a hint of hesitation as is he was unsure which was unusual on him but you didn't care as you walked into the room with Nuada behind you.
 If you had glanced back you would have seen the shocked look on Nuada's face. 
 After he confessed his feelings towards you, each one of them started babbling pieces of advice on what he should do. His sister and her lover had said to try and befriend her first and built our relationship from there. I rejected that because I didn't want and wait until I am too late. Elizabeth said to ask her on an outing... "A date" for us to set together and get to know each other more. I liked the idea because it will show my intentions with her from the start and will make things easier. Hellboy advised me to just kiss her and my feelings for her will be clear. Of course, the others and I rejected the idea, because it was wrong to just go and kiss someone without consent. so the plan was set, they well prepare a dating environment for us and all I had to do is "Ask her out". That was the plan. However, when he stood so close to her he couldn't help his feelings as it pressured him to act on the red Demon's advice give in to the temptation of the kiss and as a gentleman, he was ashamed of such action...
 Well... almost ashamed.
 You were so amazed by everything around you, it must have taken Nuada a lot of work to make this place look so nice. you reached for one of the chairs but Nuada beat you to it as he pulled it for you. you blushed at his action remembering why you were here in the first place.
 "Thank you." you said as you sat down.
 "My pleasure." He said with a nodded and a smile before sitting in front of you.
 a weighty silence filled the room as none of said anything, but the silence was short-lived as soft music started to play. Did he time the music player?
 "Thank you for accepting my invitation..." He said earning your attention. "Even though it was in such short notice."
 "Oh.. that's alright, But I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by it." 
 "I'm deeply sorry for that." He immediately replied.
 "Again it's alright." You said as a bashful smile crossed your face. "Because... it made me happy."
 You could see how your answer made Nuada's eyes widen slightly at your answer as he was not expecting it. a soft smile broke on his face.
 "I'm glad-"
 "W...Would you like some drinks!" 
 Both you and Nuada jumped at the sudden interruption. you turned your head to the side to see none other than Abe standing there, wearing a tuxedo that was wide open around his neck so it won't press against his gills, and you didn't need glasses to see that he looked so anxious and how clear it was that he didn't want to be here. you glanced at Nuada and saw how shocked he also was by Abe's presence which meant that he didn't force the poor thing to act as a waiter for them.
 "What... are you doing here?" Nuada asked between his greeted teeth. you can see how hard he was trying not to blow up in front of you.
 "uh...Hmm.." Abe struggled to talk, then he lifted a bottle of red wine with a weary smile. "Uh..D..Drinks?"
 Nuada snatched the bottle from abe's arms, making the blue creature flinch.
 "Leave." The prince ordered as he stared daggers into Abe.
 Abe wanted to say something more but quickly left because he was afraid of what to come. Nuada placed the bottle down on the table, before looking back at you. his anger was replaced with a troubled face.
 "I'm deeply sorry." He muttered looking down at his plate.
 "Did you..." You didn't say any more just gestured to where abe left indicating what you were asking.
 "Oh no!" Nuada quickly answered, almost looked offended. "I am barely able to stand seeing him around my dear sister let alone force him to serve through our..."
 "Date?" You finished seeing how he trailed off.
 You almost swear that you saw a golden blush on his pale cheeks.
 "That's what you humans call it, Yes." He answered with confidence. You smiled making him almost lost his demeanor.
 "So tell me, your majesty, what do you call it." You asked jokingly but he didn't seem to get it.
 "Please, call me by my name." He requested politely. "And there are two words that I think are proper for what we are in now."
 "Oh really?... and what are they?" You asked curios.
 "The first word is "Wooing"...."
 He reached for the bottle of wine and opened it with ease, not struggling with the crock, he poured for you first before himself, filling the glasses to half. and he did it all while keeping a charming smile your way. You were definitely wooed.
 "A... And the other word?" You cursed at your self for letting your voice break, But Nuada seemed unbothered.
 He put the bottle aside and held his wine glass up to you. his golden eyes were staring through you, one of them was clear to you the other hidden behind the liquid causing the redness of the wine to mix with the gold of his eye.
 "The other word, my dear... is "Courting"." he continued, as he brought the class to his pale lips. "Which if things went well tonight we might reach it."
 If you were doubting his intentions towards you before you didn't anymore.
 "Oh..." That's all that you could say as your face burned red at his words. he just chuckled at your reaction.
 But again your special time was interrupted.
 "Hold her hand." Someone whispered from above you.
 You and Nuada kept eye contact, you were holding back laughter because you knew who's that voice belonged to and Nuada was clinching his glass as his eyes narrowed in annoyance. You both looked up and kneeling in front of the second-floor railing is none other than the red demon himself who was grinning down at you both. 
 "Hey Red." you called waving your hand to him.
 "Hey (Y/n)." he waved back to you.
 "What are you doing here?" Asked Nuada as he massaged the bridge of his nose, trying to calm the headache.
 "Being your wingman." He answered simply. making you giggle.
 "I don't need your help." retorted Nuada as he glared up at Hellboy.
 "You sure did when you took my advice to kiss her." 
 Your giggle died as you looked up to Nuada whose eyes were widened at being found out. His golden blush was clear now as he looked down avoiding your eyes, your own blush returned. Did he come to Red for relationship advice?... And acted by it!?
 "Please leave..." Nuada muttered but he was ignored.
 "did you like the food?" Red continued. "I thought stake was the best choice for a romantic dinner."
 "You prepared all this?" You asked with a raised brow.
 "Hell yeah, I did..." he paused as he thought it over. "Well, I got some help."
 "Some help?" Called Liz from a place behind you. "Me, Abe and Nuala did all the work!"
 Just on cue Nuala and Abe who was still wearing the tuxedo came out following after. Liz and Red were bickering again and you just stayed silent staring forward at Nuada who was burring his face in his hands, giving up on what is happening around him. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to see Nuala smiling down at you.
 "Hello (Y/n)." she greeted you. "It is a pleasure to finally meet my future sister in law."
 Your eyes widened at her words before she enveloped you in a hug and when you glanced at Nuada from the corner of your eyes you can see him bury himself further in his hands at his sister's words.
 "Everyone please calm down-"
 Abe piped in trying to calm Hellboy and Liz but his voice added more to the noise, and Nuala also was telling you of how excited she is for the time you will spend together. Everything around you was too much to handle. you thought that you will have a nice night with your crush, but now you just wanted to go back to your room and forget this night. 
 "ENOUGH!"
 Nuada's voice boomed around the room as he slammed his fists on the table, causing the objects on it to fall off and everyone to stay in silence the only sound going around is the sound of the background music. Nuala pulled herself away from you as she stared worriedly at her brother. Nuada was huffing while clenching his fists tightly. Without another word he marched around the table, gripping your arm forcing you to exit the room along with him, leaving the rest standing there stunned. You struggled to keep up with Nuada as he took you with him to god knows where.
 "Nuada..." You called but he didn't answer, you called again this time louder. "Nuada you are hurting my arm."
 At those words, Nuada froze in his place as he let go pf you as if you were fire. You rubbed the sport he held, hoping that a bruise won't form.
 "I'm deeply sorry..." He breathed out. 
 You looked up to him and in his golden eyes, you could see that he was... ashamed.
 "It's ok." you said. "It didn't really hurt I just said that to make you stop-"
 "No I didn't mean-... well I am sorry for that-..but I am sorry for...for this night-" He stopped himself, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths to collect his thoughts.
 "What I want to say is, I am sorry for everything that accrued tonight." He started as he opened his eyes to look at you. "Tonight was supposed to be special between us. I didn't lie when I said that I wished to court you someday because... I have these feelings for you that I had for a long while now and still don't understand fully... But what I do know is that I want to know you more and grow closer to you."
 "Then... why didn't you say that from the start?" You asked.
 "Because I didn't know what to do." He admitted. "I never felt this way towards anyone through all these ages I lived..."
 "So you went to Red for advice?" You retorted making him chuckle.
 "A truly horrible idea I must confess."
 You both shared a small laugh when you laughter died down you looked down at your watch then back to Nuada.
 "You know, there is still some time." you informed. "Do you wanna spend it together?"
 "Actually, I do." He grinned as he offered his hand, wishing to lead you again.
 You smiled before taking his hand and walked together. Once again Nuada started leading you through the hallways and this time you didn't need to ask as you knew exactly where he was taking you. After convincing the guards that you were only going to take a few hours, you and Nuada exited the building and were welcomed by the stary dark sky and the soft sound of crickets.
 With your arms hocked together, you and Nuada walked around the premises while talking about interest, what you like and dislikes, and your lives before the B.P.R.D. There were a few times where you stopped because a guard dog ran up to you both, the first time gave you a mini heart attack because you thought that it will attack Nuada but was surprised when you saw how it greeted Nuada like a long lost owner. It was a cute sight to see the known dangerous warrior be adored by the dog and him spoiling the animal with praise and scratches. You of course had to swear to never tell a soul of what you saw.
 You swore in exchange for him to take you on another date without acting on another of Hellboy's "Advice", which he agreed to wholeheartedly with a wide smile.
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Delight in Misery (ao3) - part 1, part 2, part 3
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Sometimes, Lan Wangji would weigh the various downsides of being injured against each other to see which one was the worst.
It was not, in Lan Wangji’s opinion, the pain.
After all, he’d long ago learned to cultivate through suffering, subjecting himself to discipline and the bite of the Cold Springs. Yes, the wounds of the discipline whip took a long time to heal, a constant throbbing agony, but Jiang Cheng faithfully applied a salve to them twice daily (sometimes after kicking the bed to get Lan Wangji’s attention if he happened to be in a stupor, because the man had no notion of grace) and prepared for nourishing soups and bitter medicines to help ease the feeling.
It took Lan Wangji months and an unfortunate incident with Jin Ling sliding himself forward on his belly towards the kitchen with remarkable speed to realize that Jiang Cheng prepared the food and medicine himself. It was supposedly to protect Lan Wangji’s privacy and better keep the secret of his existence, according to a flustered Jiang Cheng upon being confronted, but Lan Wangji knew that he was lying.
Lan Wangji had good hearing, after all, and Jiang Cheng sometimes left the door to his room open a crack, especially if Jin Ling was asleep in his crib in the corner, and, well –
Jiang Cheng talked to himself when he cooked.
(“Damnit, jiejie, did you have to pick the world’s most finicky recipe?” he’d grumble under his breath. “So many onions! I swear you secretly increased the number just to make me cry more – is that why it never tastes like yours?”
A pause.
“I didn’t mean it, jiejie. I know you’d never mess with your recipes, you always said that making us food was how you showed your love for us…what do you mean the soup’s just like me? I’m not finicky.”)
That had eased the pain even more. To know someone cared enough to –
Lan Wanji didn’t say anything about those conversations, or the worrying things they suggested about the state of Jiang Cheng’s mind. After all, a man was entitled to his own grief; wasn’t that how they’d ended up in this situation to begin with?
Anyway, if he were to start hallucinating Wei Wuxian, he’d probably talk with him, too. He’d never stop talking to him.
Of course, he thought, no one would notice it if he did. The conversations would entirely consist of him listening and occasionally grunting in acknowledgment while Wei Wuxian chattered on and on –
He didn’t hallucinate.
No, no matter how bad the pain got, Lan Wangji remained painfully lucid, excessively sober.
There had only been once that it truly got to be too much for him, and he asked Jiang Cheng to bring him wine to drink in an attempt to not think about it –
Jiang Cheng refused to tell him what he’d said or done that night, telling him that nothing of interest occurred, but he never brought him any more wine, either, so Lan Wangji didn’t believe him in the slightest.
He didn’t ask again.
(No one ever answered Inquiry, either)
So no. It wasn’t the pain that was the worst – whether the physical pangs of his body or the mental lashing of his endless heartbreak, he could, and would, survive.
Nor was the worst part the forced bedrest.
After all, staying still for long periods of time was nothing to a member of the Lan sect, and the immobility allowed him time to contemplate his thoughts, turning them around and around in his head until they were as smooth and polished as a stone washed by the river.
He had a lot of thoughts.
Very few of them were good ones.
It might have been too much, if he’d been alone and in seclusion – if Jiang Cheng wasn’t always blowing into his room like a hurricane, loud and always blowing hot and cold; if he didn’t have A-Yuan coming to him for lessons, regular as clockwork; if he didn’t get Jin Ling dropped into his lap whenever Jiang Cheng was otherwise occupied. But even when they weren’t around, there was always fresh paper and ink if he wanted to write, his guqin close at hand and a never-empty pot of incense…even a weiqi board that they sometimes unmercifully tortured.
There were books as well, of course; all the books that the Jiang sect’s recovering library had to offer. By being conquered, the Jiang sect had escaped the fate of the Lan sect, and while their official library had been plundered of all its manuals and textbooks, many of the personal books remained – especially the ones hidden in the walls or ceiling by mischievous children.
Sometimes mischievous adults.
Lan Wangji read the stories to a fascinated A-Yuan and Jing Ling. Sometimes, if it was a good day, Jiang Cheng would come by as well to tell stories of memories that the stories evoked – that this one was the one Wei Wuxian had insisted on hearing every single night until they were all sick of it, that that one had been purchased on an outing to an especially boisterous market town downriver, that yet another had been read to him first when he’d been sick with a cough and Wei Wuxian had never let him forget how he always seemed to cough whenever the love interest’s name was mentioned.
(If it was a bad day, Lan Wangji would read the stories at a louder volume, trying to drown out the sound of sobs from the room across the way, and ignore as best he could the smell of bile and blood.)
Yes, the bedrest was manageable. Fine, even.
No, Lan Wangji thought, reaching the same conclusion as always – the worst part of being seriously injured was, without a doubt, the getting better.
“Time for physical conditioning!” Jiang Cheng crowed, looking far, far too cheerful about it.
It wasn’t even as if he had any room to complain about Lan Wangji as a patient! Even in the worst days of the injury, Lan Wangji hadn’t once complained about needing to turn over to avoid getting sores or to the endless sessions of acupuncture designed to help maintain his internal stability, he’d submitted to Jiang Cheng helping him stretch his arms and legs without anything more than a grunt of pain – he’d even carefully maintained a regular circulation of qi throughout his body to prevent his muscles and bones from deteriorating too much no matter how bad his mental state would sometimes get.
Lan Wangji had always intended on subjecting himself to a harsh physical regimen to regain his fitness once his wounds were not so dire that excessive movement would rip them open or cause his qi to become unstable. Yet Jiang Cheng took a truly gruesome joy in (unnecessarily) forcing Lan Wangji to do things, things like walk around the room, or lift weights, or – now that he was doing better – exercise.
And he was being such a pest about it, too.
He’d forced Lan Wangji to start by doing the horse stance again, like a child.
In fact, he seriously suspected that A-Yuan’s conditioning training routine and his own were identical, a suspicion supported by the way A-Yuan would mimic him and claim he was just practicing.
“It’s good that he’s so diligent,” Jiang Cheng said with a suspiciously straight face. “And has such a reliable role model.”
Lan Wangji glared at him, exhausted and pushed past his limits from the last hour of performing the most painfully basic sword exercises to re-habituate himself to it now that his back was most of the way healed. “Get lost.”
Jiang Cheng exaggeratedly brought his hands to his chest as if in shock. “It can’t be! Have I reached Wei Wuxian levels at last?”
Lan Wangji, who’d been trying to slowly execute a maneuver he’d had down since he was younger than A-Yuan was now, missed a step, then turned and glared to cover up his amusement.
(Any mention of Wei Wuxian had once immediately summoned a flood of sorrow and regret, but Jiang Cheng simply brought him up too often; Lan Wangji had by now become somewhat inured. He thought that Wei Wuxian’s spirit, wherever it was and however resistant to his summons, might enjoy that.)
Jiang Cheng squinted at him with a suspicious expression. “I think you found that funny, but with an ice-block like you, it’s impossible to say.”
“Feel free to chisel an expression you prefer.” Lan Wangji finished the maneuver and started it over again. The scars on his back pulled, but held without breaking or bleeding anew; it had been nearly two years since the discipline whip had fallen on his back, and while he was still far too weak to risk going out, it meant – irritatingly enough – that Jiang Cheng was correct and this level of exercise was indeed appropriate.
That didn’t mean Lan Wangji had to like it.
“Can I? You mean that you come in an option other than ‘mildly peeved’?”
“‘Faintly murderous’ is also available. Continue on your present course to see it.”
There was a snort from the door, a voice so familiar that Lan Wangji continued another five steps in his current maneuver before realizing that the voice shouldn’t be there, that it was familiar from his memories of Gusu rather than his present day at the Lotus Pier.
His fingers tightened around Bichen. “…Brother.”
Jiang Cheng had finally told Lan Xichen that he knew where Lan Wangji was, and apparently the entire thing had been a fiasco of such epic proportions that he refused to speak of it again.
(The few hints he’d given of the situation suggested that tears might have been involved, and possibly a black eye or two.)
Of course, he’d then followed it up by banning him from the Lotus Pier until Lan Xichen felt that he could come visit without immediately demanding (or requesting, which was more likely) that Lan Wangji return to Gusu with him.
Lan Wangji hadn’t been especially impressed with that requirement, given that he’d already told Jiang Cheng that he would not succumb to any such requests; it had led to several days of cold war between them until Jiang Cheng broke and confessed that he assumed that Lan Wangji would want to leave the second he laid eyes on Lan Xichen and so was postponing it as much as possible.
Lan Wangji had magnanimously forgiven him, since in truth he’d been a little concerned about the same.
He turned around.
Lan Xichen’s eyes were wet and glistening, his body a little thinner than Lan Wangji remembered, but it was still him in all the important, fundamental ways. His elder brother, who loved him, and Lan Wangji was suddenly full of so many feelings that he couldn’t even begin to understand them, much less express them.
“You know, I think I hear someone calling me urgently,” Jiang Cheng – who must have known that Lan Xichen was visiting, since entering the Lotus Pier required reporting his presence to the Sect Leader – said, turning and fleeing from the room at once.
“Coward,” Lan Wangji said mildly, knowing that Jiang Cheng’s cultivation was sufficient to let him hear the word without him having to raise his voice.
“Don’t blame Sect Leader Jiang,” Lan Xichen said, and his voice was warm as the summer days of their childhood. “I came several days ago; he had no idea of which day I would finally work up my courage to see you.”
Lan Wangji blinked, surprised. “Courage?”
Why would his brother require courage to see him?
“Wangji…” Lan Xichen’s hands were clasped together in front of him, a sign of anxiety. “I was worried you were still angry at me. That I would come, and you would turn me away.”
Lan Wangji would not have extended the invitation if he hadn’t been willing to see him. “I would not have turned you away.”
“But you’re still angry,” Lan Xichen said wisely.
Lan Wangji shrugged, meaning a little, meaning the love of my life died alone and you lied to me about it, meaning that I understand why you did it does not lessen how I feel about it.
“I am sorry,” Lan Xichen said. “I was wrong.”
Lan Wangji was surprised. He knew his brother well enough to know he would never say the words merely out of guilt or convenience or a desire to make peace; to say them aloud, he would have had to think over his actions, truly think them over, and to decide that he had in fact been wrong.
Lan Xichen saw his surprise and ducked his head a little. “I confided in my sworn brothers, and each one of them told me, in very different terms and for very different reasons, I was an idiot,” he said. “Even if I feared for your life, even if I doubted your choices – you are an adult, and I treated you like a child. I broke your trust. It was wrong, and I should not have done it.”
They were still in dispute as to the quality of Wei Wuxian’s character, then, but – Lan Wangji could live with that. It seemed more real, somehow, than a complete turnaround would have been.
“You are forgiven,” he said, and mostly meant it. The remaining part of that ‘mostly’ was only a scar, and could be – and would be – ignored by strength of will. And then, because he did love his brother no matter how much pain he had caused him, he added, “I missed you.”
Lan Xichen rubbed his eyes, which caused a dull ache in Lan Wangji’s chest. “I missed you too, Wangji. I – oh, I was so worried!”
Lan Wangji took an automatic step back from the unexpected exclamation, but he supposed it was reasonable. He had disappeared with his back still torn open from the discipline whip, and he had become feverish to the point of fainting – yes, worry was a reasonable reaction.
Especially since Lan Wangji had stubbornly remained missing for two entire years.
“I meant you to be,” he said honestly, because Lan Xichen deserved to know that his perfect little brother had an unexpectedly spiteful side to him.
Lan Xichen smiled at him, unbothered. “I figured as much, when we couldn’t find you no matter where we looked – the cultivation world is not so large that you could go unnoticed, even hurt and suffering; you must have found a place to shelter. We were fairly sure you weren’t dead, and that meant it had to be intentional. I was angry, for a while, but eventually – well, in the end, I’m just happy to see you.”
Lan Wangji was happy to see Lan Xichen, too. He’d missed his big brother, so calm and gentle; that he was angry at him did not mean that he did not love him, that he didn’t want him around.
It was a sudden breath of wind on a pleasant day, a sudden gust of Gusu tranquility in the middle of the now-familiar ruckus of the Lotus Pier.
“Can I serve you tea?” Lan Wangji asked, suddenly full of the desire to show his brother his room here – to show him that he hadn’t suffered during this time. He wanted to show him the weiqi board so that he could laugh at the appalling (and yet disturbingly successful) way Jiang Cheng played, to show him the books and the sandalwood incense that reminded Lan Wangji so much of Gusu that there was no way that Jiang Cheng hadn’t ordered especially for him, to let him meet A-Yuan and get punched by little Jin Ling who was too small for his version of his uncle’s temper to be anything other than cute.
To show him that the Lotus Pier was not merely a shelter for Lan Wangji, but a home.
Lan Xichen nodded, and they went.
Lan Xichen seemed pleased with Lan Wangji’s room, nodding in approval as Lan Wangji showed him around. But when there was nothing else to be pointed out, he looked sidelong at Lan Wangji and murmured, “Sect Leader Jiang informed me that I was not to raise the possibility of you returning. Was that your will, or his?”
If he’s keeping you here by force, I will put aside all etiquette to fight for you, he meant, and Lan Wangji was touched.
“Both,” he said. “I am not ready to return to the Cloud Recesses.”
They both knew that it wasn’t his injuries that were preventing him.
“You like it here, then?”
“I do.”
A pause, and then – “I’m glad.”
They had tea, then, and spoke of other things. Lan Xichen, always the more talkative one, told Lan Wangji of the way life in Cloud Recesses had at long last started to resemble the days before fire and war, of the rambunctious child that their uncle had adopted and couldn’t seem to bring himself to scold, and even of the way his sworn brothers who could scarcely tolerate each other had managed to come together in agreement to help him search for Lan Wangji.
“I may have let them search a bit longer than I needed to,” Lan Xichen confessed. “Things were getting bad for a while there, very bad – did you hear about Xue Yang?”
“Mm. Disappeared before trial.”
“Yes, in the end. Before that, though, there was a period when da-ge’s temper was getting worse and worse, and A-Yao was doing everything he could to irritate him while pretending he’d never done anything wrong in his life, which of course irritated da-ge even more…I honestly thought one of them might try to kill the other. But then I ended up having a small fit while the two of them were bickering, and by the time I recovered they’d somehow managed to get over the worst of it.”
Lan Wangji raised his eyebrows.
“I think they realized that I couldn’t handle losing either of them at that time,” Lan Xichen said with a shrug, indicating clearly that the fit in question was not a subject that was open for discussion. “I’d had the abrupt realization that I really might never see you again, if not even they could locate you...it really was a surprise that Jiang Cheng turned out to be such an accomplished liar.”
“Did he actually lie?” Lan Wangji asked, truly curious. The Jiang Cheng he knew was a horrendous liar, but surprisingly good at omitting details.
A Yunmeng trait, according to Jiang Cheng. It made Lan Wangji wonder what secrets Wei Wuxian might have been keeping hidden behind his smile.
“Well, he was very good at misdirecting away from any direct questions, at any rate,” Lan Xichen said with a smile that was a little tense around the corners. Lan Wangji suspected that he hadn’t quite forgiven Jiang Cheng for his part in hiding Lan Wangji, for all that Lan Xichen would never permit himself to seek revenge for the slight. “Often with anger, or with bluster…do you truly enjoy his company?”
“Very much,” Lan Wangji said, and almost chuckled at Lan Xichen’s somewhat disbelieving face. “Was his confession to you as much of a disaster as he made it sound?”
“There were tears,” Lan Xichen said. “And not just mine.”
Lan Wangji hid away a smile.
In return, his brother’s eyebrows went up. Lan Wangji didn’t blame him; he knew that Lan Xichen was not accustomed to his ever-serious younger brother smiling, even a hidden one.
Lan Wangji did not know how to tell him that the only way to put up with Jiang Cheng for any period of time was to learn to find his antics funny – how to tell his brother that he’d smiled more, here in the Lotus Pier, than any period of his life to date.
Even the parts with Wei Wuxian in them had been too full of confusion for smiles, confusion and love and denial. He dearly wished that Wei Wuxian could see him now, occasional smiles and lowering himself to engage in banter with Jiang Cheng – he thought Wei Wuxian would like it.
He thought, perhaps over-optimistically, that Wei Wuxian might have liked him. This version of him.
There was a familiar creak, then, and Lan Wangji shook his head, even more amused.
“He’s about to kick the door open,” he told Lan Xichen, who looked even more surprised at the unexpected prediction. “He always does.”
Sure enough, a moment later, Jiang Cheng burst into the door like a blast of the south wind, hot and blustery; his arms were unsurprisingly full of children.
“You forgot to stretch before you left the training field,” he said conversationally, which was a tone that, to judge by Lan Xichen’s expression, sounded to a normal person like an angry, dismissive growl. “You get an extra hour of acupuncture as penance. Also, I hope your bonding time has been enjoyable, because it’s over now - I need you to watch the kids before they ruin my trade agreements.”
It was a demand, not a question, and Jiang Cheng didn’t wait for an answer: a moment later and he was gone again. But now there was Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui there, looking curiously at Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji nodded at them to indicate that his presence had been sanctioned.
Lan Xichen, in turn, recovered himself quickly and smiled at them. “My name is Lan Xichen,” he said, opting for a far more informal introduction than would normally be appropriate. “You can call me Uncle, if you like. What’s your names?”
“I’m Lan Yuan, uncle,” A-Yuan said formally, and tried to salute the way Lan Wangji taught him. “And he’s Jin Ling. He’s not yet two, so he doesn’t bow yet. Hanguang-jun, should I take him to paint?”
Lan Wangji nodded his permission, so A-Yuan took Jin Ling by the hand – not hard, since Jin Ling was not-so-subtly trying to hide behind him to block Lan Xichen’s curious gaze – and led him over to the corner of the room where they’d stored all the children’s supplies.
“Lan Yuan,” Lan Xichen echoed, and turned his eyes on Lan Wangji. “I’d heard of him before. The stories made him out to be the product of some sort of tragic love affair or a mistress of Jiang Cheng’s. I hadn’t put it together with your presence here before. Does that mean…?”
Lan Wangji nodded, confirming Lan Xichen’s suspicions that he was the one raising him – that he’d agreed to share his surname with him.
“Where did you find him?”
Lan Wangji shook his head, refusing to answer.
Lan Xichen nodded slowly. There was a little pain in his eyes: they had once been so close that there had been no questions that wouldn’t be answered, or subjects that couldn’t be discussed, like Lan Xichen’s breakdown or Lan Yuan’s origins. “You’re right; it doesn’t matter. If you say he’s a Lan, then that’s enough for me…I’ll have him included in the family register at home, if you’ll consent.”
Once in the register, Lan Sizhui would have the right to wear the cloud-patterned forehead ribbon. It would give him the backing of being a member of the Lan clan, with all the responsibilities that came with it – the ones Lan Wangji was trying to teach him, and which he could learn better in the future if he went to the Cloud Recesses to learn.
It would be good for him to have that option.
“How will you explain it?” Lan Wangji asked, meaning I don’t want them to know I’m here.
Lan Xichen smiled faintly, and that was agreement – reluctant agreement, but agreement nonetheless. “I wasn’t planning on explaining it.”
For once in his life, Lan Wangji was almost looking forward to hearing the gossip.
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