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clickityweasel · 2 years
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hmmm neons.....  (+ refs used from an absolute ass quality netflix stream)
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robintherobiner · 1 month
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i know the fandom likes to make Jack out to be a terrible dad but i personally enjoy to imagine him as a man who's just not that smart, but tries his best.
Tim, like six years old, angry that he wasn't allowed desert before dinner: I hate you! I wish lived on my own and never saw you or Mommy again!
Jack, tearing up and booking flight tickets: Okay kiddo, love you.
Janet, giving birth: AAAAARGH. LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME, YOU COWARDLY BITCH. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTS A BABY SO BAD, YOU SHOULD BE GIVING BIRTH!
Jack, tearing up and booking gender reassignment surgery: Okay darling, love you.
Nurse, glancing at his phone: You.. you know that surgery wont make you able to carry a child right?
Jack: Yes it will, it gives me a vagina!
Nurse: ...you know you need a uterus to actually carry the baby right?
Jack: What the fuck is a uterus? WAIT I CAN SEE THE BABYS HEAD OH MY GOSH JANET DEAR YOU'RE DOING SO WELL!
Tim, age 15: Dad, i'm glad you're trying to be better now but... Why did you and mom neglect me for so long?
Jack: You told us too! I wanted to raise you, i was a stay at home dad, but you said i was horrible and that you wanted to live on your own!
Tim: ...
Jack: Obviously that was irresponsible so we sent you to boarding school, but we only visited a few times a year to respect your boundaries. I would send you back, but I was in a coma so i'm allowed to be a little selfish and spend time with my baby.
Dick: Didn't your dad just wake up from a coma? And he's already got a girlfriend? No offense but-
Tim: My mom told him to.
Dick: Timmy, sometimes men lie-
Tim: No, literally, it was in her will. She literally told him that if she died first, he had to get a new partner, because she knew he'd die alone without her.
Dick: What...
Tim: Also, i was the one who chose Dana. She's great! Mom said I had to pick a blonde because yellow is his favourite colour.
Tim: Dad, why is the only picture of Mom you have framed one of her in a bikini? Do you not have any others?
Jack: I do, i have hundreds! But this was taken on the day she proposed to me! Well, i have more from that day, but they're not safe for little eyes.
Tim: Thats both the most romantic and disgusting thing i've ever heard.
Jack, puling out a picture of Janet sobbing and very obviously screaming: I have this picture of her on my bedside table though, its from when she found out she was pregnant with you! Two of the best days of my life!
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nincompoopydoo · 2 months
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CAUGHT IN A CROSSFIRE
BETRAYAL — ; PART 8 / 9
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PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 2.7k SUMMARY: Awakening in an unfamiliar setting with restored memories, you encounter someone familiar. However, a lingering sense of betrayal clouds the reunion. Meanwhile, Theseus uncovers a concealed message in your letters, hinting at the potential discovery of your location. A/N: Hi everyone! I know I said I was going to put this on permanent hiatus until I was ready to pick it up again, but your girl finished her degree (kinda did badly, but glad it's over!), and now I have ample time to put all my energy of my one brain cell into finishing this series before I fall into depression again lol. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this and thank you for all the love for this series and my baby, Theseus <3 I'm also sorry for ending it with another cliffhanger haha WARNINGS: Angst. Kinda scary shit (I literally scared myself while writing this lol) no beta we die like men. MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST
Your environment is an enigma through the lenses of tunnel vision—hues of darkness circle in textures, contrasts of colour that dance along with your darting eyes. Your slow mind tries to keep up with your sight, unravelling the mysteries of your surroundings.
You first notice wood. Brown, battered, dim–a wooden beam trailing along the expanse of plastered white walls, grimed with dirt and age. Through blinkered sight, you catch a glimpse of light, dim orange hues casting fluttering shadows on the wall. You see it now, a flame dancing upon melting wax perched on a rustic candlestick. 
Flame. Fire. Heat.
You remember it all now.
Inferno swept through the foundations of your tiny household, leaving you and the fragility of your lungs gasping for air as you stumbled around for an exit. Yet, things were dense, billowing colours of deep grey and red, blinding your vision. You still feel the parchedness scratching down your throat. 
You remember how your hands clambered to grasp something before falling to your knees. You remember how your environment began to twist and spurn before your very eyes, vivid colours of the blaze swirling.
Then, everything went black.
…You…
You remember emerald cobblestones—a mesmerising golden statue.
You remember the warmth of the colour red – the trees in fall, the crackling of a fireplace, a desk with scattered papers across its surface. 
You remember.
Theseus.
Dim blue eyes. Sad. Freckled cheeks. Flushed. Brown hair curled and tumbled in autumnal hues. Trees. Barcham trees that line the sidewalk are carpeted in autumn gold. The tenement. His home. Warm, petite, charming. Gardenias. Tea. Your suitcase. Magic.
Little glimpses of returning memories flood your whirling mind like gushing water. It’s overwhelming. For weeks, you sat with a sense of longing, a missing piece, settled within the depths of your mind. And now, it all traces back to the odd familiarity of the man you met on the bus. Perhaps you recognised the glint in his eye when his eyes met yours or the patterned freckles along his cheeks, tinted in blotches of red from embarrassment.
You remember.
Your elbows immediately shift under you, perched as you rose midway, wondering yet blurry eyes moving along your surroundings. You’re in a room, and it’s not your own. Small, humble, solid walls encircle your surroundings. You have seen places like these during the war. You push yourself up, weight now on your splayed-out palms on what you realise to be a settee. It creaks at your very touch, and every little shift echoes throughout the room.
Its walls are far from pristine, with petite flowers scattered across the yellowed wallpaper with tears at its curling edges, perfectly still yet timeworn.
Your eyes trace the trails of sunlight that glow through the room, diluted by a translucent curtain that hangs before a window, shadows of a tree swaying in the gentle wind.
There’s a bed on the far left of the room, narrow and meticulously made with a quilt reminiscent of autumn hues. You can barely distinguish its patchwork from where you are, and it itches a part of your brain – a sense of familiarity.
Before you can make sense of that feeling, you are overcome with searing pain. Tearing through your head and coursing through the very confinements of your skull as if something was begging to break free from the back of your mind.
Eyes squeezed shut, you cannot help but bring your palms to the sides of your head, the heels of your hands harshly pinned to your temples, yet all you see are flashing lights dancing around in the darkness. 
Then, a flash. White. Blinding.
At that moment, you found yourself transported to an apartment. Yellow-bricked, warm honey-coloured hues of Autumn. Golden, falling leaves. Bright eyes, cheeks tinged with a touch of red. Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun. Like you hold a weight of significance, a tapestry to his existence.
“I know I’ve said this a thousand time before, but I’m sorry. Truly. You don’t deserve to be involved in this.”
You feel yourself smile; tears threaten to slip from your saddened eyes. 
“I would usually say it’s alright, but I don’t think I can say it for everything that has happened. But, thank you.” 
A hand reaches for his, gentle and soft to the touch. You feel his fingers twitch under your hold.
“Truly.”
Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun.
Theseus looks at you…
Theseus…
Suddenly, you find yourself in a narrow bus. You see him blinking wide-eyed at you, his expression paled. You had said – no, asked something. 
“No. I don’t think we do.”
You see it, the pain in his eyes, the sadness in his tone. It clenches your heart, but you don’t know why.
That was the first time he had lied to you.
You hear your name.
Distant but frantic. It repeats again and again and again.
A grip on the curve of your shoulders, and you find yourself back in the narrow, unknown room you awoke in moments ago.
But then you see his eyes, his tousled hair. It’s him who calls you.
“Theseus?” you breathed, disbelief flickering in your wide eyes. Without a second thought, your hands reach out to grasp his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his dress shirt as if to ground yourself in the reality of his presence. A counterpoint to the disarray within your mind.  
But as Theseus meets your gaze, a furrow forms on his brow, and a shadow eclipses the warmth in his eyes. The frown, subtle yet profound, settles an uneasiness in you. Your grip weakens.
“We need to go. Now.” His tone is cut-throat, laden with urgency, and you cannot help but jolt at his words. You find your fingers slowly releasing their hold as the weight of his statement settles in the room.
He pulls away and reaches for your elbow, swift and deliberately, that reflects the gravity of the situation. His touch is so firm that it prompts you to stand. Questions hang heavy in the air, but you know you’re in some kind of trouble. Yet, you catch your eyes lingering on the dark look in his own, and you can't help but think he's changed since you last saw him. Since you last remembered him.
Something feels…wrong, but you don’t give yourself a chance to even think about it before you’re being led out the door. 
The narrow corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit, bricked walls with a single lamp casting a glow across the space, revealing its worn walls and your flickering shadows. The air is cool, carrying a faint scent of dampness that permeates the space. All you hear is footsteps reverberating along the narrow passage, echoing against the walls. You realise you are underground and feel your stomach lurch at that thought, making your skin crawl.
“Come on.” Theseus pulls you along, the grip on your elbow never weakening. You can feel the tension emanating from him, the stiffness in his movements, the rigidity of his jaw.
You find yourself staring at the back of Theseus' head, studying how the dim light catches on his hair. He seems so different.
“Where are we going?” You finally ask.
He doesn’t respond.
Theseus continues to pull you down the corridor, and you take the time to scan your surroundings despite the quickened pace. You see the occasional rusty pipes that snake along the ceiling, contributing to a low mechanical hum and the flickering of overhead lights that seem to swing periodically at a light rumble that makes the ground shake for a second or two.
Then, he eventually comes to an abrupt halt, revealing a dead end. Your feet stagger back, trying to stop yourself from bumping into him. You see Theseus' brows furrowed in thought, eyes darting between the walls, searching. His fingers trace the rugged surface and abruptly pause as you catch sight of a carving on a specific brick, nearly invisible.
Theseus taps it, and a warm glow emanates from the wall. The carving becomes illuminated, and the wall seems to dissolve into seemingly ethereal dust. It shines golden under the dim buzzing lights. What once was a wall reveals an entrance to an alleyway; it greets you with a rush of cool air and the sounds of the city.
You step through the entrance after Theseus as he beckons for you to follow hurriedly. Yet, your focus is elsewhere as you close in on the intricate symbol carved into the brick. As you inch nearer, the features sharpen, and a sudden recognition sparks within you.
It's a Gardenia, delicately depicted.
Gardenias always had a particular significance in your life, and it’s all because of your mother. That same Gardenia on your mother’s necklace is an heirloom that spanned many generations. It was important and personal to her, and you don’t know how or why it is doing here.
Flowers for your mother – a bouquet of Gardenias.
The bigger picture materialises as if the puzzle pieces are beginning to click.
Your place in the unfolding mess remains unclear, but it hints that you've anticipated the arrival of this revelation for a long time.
Theseus is calling for you, a slight note of panic in his voice, but you ignore his calls, remaining rooted in place. As you watch the glow that details the symbol disappear, you wonder if Theseus knows everything, even though you swore you never told a soul.
Unless…
You still don’t know how you got your memories back.
As you finally turn to Theseus, there’s a gripping sense of uncertainty. His approach, marked by a frustrated expression, erodes the strong familiarity you once held for this man, a trust built in such a short time. With each step towards you, that trust begins to dissipate.
That vulnerability quickly turns to anger – betrayal.
“What the hell is happening, Theseus?” you question fiercely, pressing him for an explanation. 
Again, Theseus dismisses your insistence and attempts to reach for your arm, but you instinctively step back, maintaining a wary distance. 
“Answer me.” you insist, voice growing louder, eyes boring into his.
His gaze lingers on your face, and you watch his expression harden, jaw tense.
“Look, you’re in deep trouble right now and it’s best we leave right now he’ll come looking for you.”
He.
Not they. Not she.
Not The Restoration Movement. Not Morrigan.
Something is very wrong.
And his eyes. You can’t quite place it, but something about the look in his eyes has shifted. They look so different.
In moments like these, you aren’t sure what to do, but you know to trust your gut. Your mind races at the possibilities of how this could all end, and the only thing you can think is to run.
And so, you run.
Theseus believes he has only survived through self-deceit – the deception of his ability to stay grounded and keep his emotions at bay. His heart was never to be trusted, never to give in or give up. Yet, how does one cope when a situation relies on promised perseverance but is tangled amid his emotions he suddenly lacks control of in your presence?
Theseus knows there was something between the two of you, but he will never admit it despite his now aching heart caused by your sudden disappearance, even though you might as well be considered dead to the muggle world. The thought of your death pulls his thoughts to the night he first met you, how an unforgivable curse nearly struck you, how you looked at him, knowing you couldn’t have survived if he hadn’t been there in time. 
Merlin, he hopes you aren’t dead.
No, you’re not. He knows it. You’re relentless. So relentless that death would never want to claim you without a fight. So relentless that you manage to squeeze yourself into his thoughts at every waking hour. Every fibre in him wishes he hadn’t let you slip away that day, wishing he hadn’t abandoned you, betrayed your trust.
He wishes you hadn’t agreed to leave.
To leave him.
Now all alone.
Alone.
Theseus was never certain of his feelings for you when you were ambling within the expanse of the four walls he calls home. Whether affections were simply out of pity or was it his admiration for your entire being, your perfections, blemishes, and everything in between. Yet, at this very moment, he couldn’t be more unequivocally sure that his affections are true because presently, you have consumed all his waking days and nights, leaving a hollowed space perhaps once filled by your presence. The constant worry in his brow made his eyes tired but sleepless due to his fear of the worst for you.
Dread fills his senses, and tears threaten to seep through the cracks of a carefully sculpted, hard-headed man he had spent years practising, performing as a so-called war hero. Theseus never let himself cry, especially over you, not even when you parted with a touch to his cheek. Not even when he set his eyes on you again and you were completely unaware of him. 
Yet, it’s the possibility he has lost you forever that he’ll never see you again. Never.
Theseus breathes a shaky breath, fingers clamped in his trembling hand as he tries to remember what he’s been told to do. To find you. To stop Morrigan. To stop whatever mess he has landed you in.
No, you’re not. You’re not dead. He reminds himself again.
The sun had set moments ago, darkness creeping between the cracks of light, shimmering from the candle alight by his tableside and the flames of the fireplace. Its crackling grounds his very notion of stirring into panic. Theseus finds himself tucked in the same corner of his living room, and his couch now houses a collection of books and particular pieces of evidence of your whereabouts.
He merely fears this has everything to do with Morrigan, the Restoration Movement, your supposed living brother and perhaps your mother – also dead. Theseus gains a strong premonition, a gut feeling that your disappearance is all a part of a larger plan than he had initially expected. Your disappearance may have caused a flurry of commotion amongst the Aurors. Still, the ministry has its sights on the movement rather than your supposed connection as more than just your brother, which Theseus feels strongly about. Yet, with Travers breathing down his neck to arrest Morrigan and her acolytes, Theseus needs solid evidence rather than vague instances and misdirected clues that all seem to lead to spiralling trails.
Frankly, his career is at stake, but he couldn’t care less.
He just wants to see you again.
Theseus heaves, fingers carding through his deep brown locks when his eye catches sight of the only two letters that he found to be related to you in one way or another. He finds himself drawn to it, finding the letter from your brother within his grasp for what seems like the millionth time this month. The same words, again and again, were already engraved in his mind.
When he shifts his elbow, the letter catches the candlelight from behind, and something immediately seizes his attention. Something he hadn’t recognised before now.
Inscribed in the very material of the parchment – the symbol of a Gardenia, its intricate lines glowing against the candlelight, seemingly burning. Theseus props up in his seat, back straightened, shoulders tensed, and eyes wide.
Bloody hell…
He scrambles for the other letter, holding it up against the light, eyes settling on the darkened edges of the page only to discover the very same symbol.
A Gardenia.
How could he have been so blind?
It must have been instinct when he decided that the two letters were puzzle pieces meant to be joined. Theseus would try anything at this point.
Seemingly, luck was finally on his side when he pressed the letters together, above one another – new words formed before his eyes, written with burning lines, every curve of each letter appeared between the gaps of the original text to only form a new paragraph.
Sister,
If you're reading this, I'm likely gone, and you're in trouble. Morrigan and The Restoration Movement hide a darker truth. Their agenda involves our mother and a woman named Miriam Monet. I'm unsure of the details, but Miriam plays a crucial role. Stay safe.
As his eyes shift down the page, his heart nearly stops when his name comes into view.
To Theseus,
If you see this, my sister is in danger. You know more than you think.
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tojivu · 1 year
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PICK YOU UP AT 8.
a/n hahah Hi
warnings/tags dates with genshin men. gn!reader. includes zhongli diluc childe xiao thoma. a little favouritism in childe LOL sorry. petname ‘baby’ used in childe’s. mentions of wearing a dress in xiao’s.
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ZHONGLI never lets the romance die. you’ve been together for a while now, and he has never disappointed you in that time. candles, picking you up in his car, getting out of it and opening the door for you—dates with your boyfriend are truly the highlight of the week. due to his busy schedule at the funeral parlour, he often leaves you alone in the wee hours of the night; but he never lets you go a week without a date where it’s just the two of you. he values you greatly and it shows in the way he puts so much effort into these special nights, and he’d often ask you how you liked it afterwards (if there need be improvement, though rare).
“hello, dear. ready to go?” he’s walking you to his car, your arm around his—and you nod.
you wonder where he’s taking you this time, since it was his turn to pick this week; but you don’t really care. anywhere with zhongli is fine with you, even if it was a junkyard and you two spent the night eating chips & watching the stars.
he ends up taking you to a fancy restaurant in the city, in a high rise building—he pulls the chair back for you, and you’re speechless at the view. the city lights were bright, and you could see cars commuting multiple floors below. it overlooked many of the other buildings, but what caught your attention the most was the night sky.
“the view is so.. stunning, zhongli—how did you get a spot here?”
“anything for a beautiful view, y/n.”
you notice he’s not even looking outside, but instead staring right at you. you don’t know why, or maybe you do and you’re just shy: but something’s telling you that it’s not the city view he’s talking about.
DILUC never understood the appeal of date nights before you came along. he thought they were pointless, spending money to do something outside the comfort of your own home seemed like just that. it was only until you expressed your need for quality time that he finally gave it a try. having a busy schedule, he wasn’t sure when to take you out—but when he finally did find an opportunity, he found himself enjoying it much more than he thought he would. ever since then, he’s been picking you up from work at least once a week and taking you out to somewhere new; diluc’s never one to disappoint.
work ended late into the afternoon and you were starving. your coworkers waved you goodbye as they entered their taxis home, and you were just about to book a ride too—but a few seconds later, you see a familiar white car stop in front of you.
the window rolls down, and you see your boyfriend in the driver’s seat. what an extravagant entrance, you think, and you find yourself snickering at him.
“what’s so funny?” he asks, blank and deadpan expression worn.
“nothing. where are we going now?”
“you ask this every single time; you wouldn’t know.”
“i thought so.” you smile. it’s amazing, how someone could know so many places. at least now, you’ll have more places than just your shared apartment to make memories in.
you get in the car, and you both drive off.
CHILDE plans the most obnoxious, extravagant dates. he knows that you think it’s cringe, but he loves seeing the embarrassment on your face when he appears at your doorstep in his finest suit with the most colourful flowers, a sign in his left hand saying “will you go on a date with me?”. you could say it’s not surprising, a man of his nature doing such things—yet it’s sweet, not more sweet than cringeworthy, but still sweet nontheless. you were the lowkey, stay at home with pizza and binge movies type: after all, that was what your ex boyfriends had given you—but it’s childe, so you can always expect something more.
it’s a rainy friday night and childe hasn’t texted you. you’re sure he’s up to one of his stupid antics again, but a part of you thinks he’s probably swamped with work and can’t text you. it disappoints you a little, but it can’t be helped anyway. there’s always next week.
just then, your doorbell tune plays. you get up from bed, excited, but then you remember you ordered food an hour ago. could be the delivery guy, childe wouldn’t just appear at your door during a thunderstorm without telling you he’ll be late, right?
but you open the door and see him, drenched from head to toe, holding a bouqet of flowers (that were also wet). “i’m so sorry baby, i got caught in the rain while buying these.” he explains, using his free hand to move the hair away from his face.
it’s safe to say you two didn’t have the expected date that night. but he’s here, in your home, snuggled up next to you—he’s warm from the shower you told him to take, so you don’t really care; a break from the glam once in a while isn’t a bad thing.
XIAO is never late. he plans down to the minute, every detail in his mind—it always goes according to his plans whenever you two are out. usually, it’s always him who handles the where, when and how. you were never the type to plan ahead, often throwing yourself out there and seeing where it took you—and always the one following others plans and agreeing with everything. it was a friday night and you’ve gotten sick of the restaurants; you’ve sworn that you visited one of them at least more than 5 times in a month already.
you’re tempted to ask xiao to change it up a little, but it’s last minute—you’re getting ready and he’s on the way. you’re sure he would get mad, who wouldn’t? he’s booked a reservation, he’s wearing his nicest suit and you’re in your prettiest dress, it’d be a bit rude; but you’re sick of the monotony, work has got your legs sore and there’s nothing you want more than to lay in bed with your boyfriend.
xiao shows up at your door, and you hesitantly speak up before he takes your hand. “can we just stay in tonight?”
“tired today?” he smiles, expression soft and understanding—and you’re immediately relieved.
the night definitely did not go as xiao envisioned, but it’s okay—he’s with you, still, and that’s all he needs to check off his list.
THOMA grimaces at the thought of sitting across his lover, eating and just talking. that is the most boring thing ever, he would say; and that’s not because he doesn’t enjoy conversation with you, it’s mostly because there isn’t an opportunity for him to see you laugh or smile until your cheeks hurt at a dinner table. you won’t see anything funny at a fancy restaurant that would make you burst out laughing—and thoma loves that most about you, how your voice jumps an octave when you’re laughing and smiling, how your eyes sparkle most in those moments, or how you clutch your stomach when it’s too much to bear. there’s no fun in it, he would tell you time and time again.
due to this, it was clear what he needed to do. rule number 1, no dinner dates at fancy 5 star restaurants (unless you’re really craving a good steak). the weekend arrives swiftly, and you know your boyfriend is going to surprise you with a new adventure. this time, it’s going hiking and ziplining.
“oh, but we’ll be going together!” he responds, all cheery when you tell him you’re not a big fan of heights.
“that doesn’t make it any better.”
“are you sure? we could hold hands—“ thoma adds on, clearly convinced this was the most romantic thing to do with your lover.
“we are going to a restaurant after this. and i’m going to talk the entire time.”
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140323 — omg this was shpposed to go up 2 months ago but i got swept up in so much :,, anyways not proof read as always don’t comment anything mean or else it’s another hiatus ok bye
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dangermousie · 10 months
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Oh, brother...aka keeping it in the (royal) family
I recently realized that for some reason “multiple brothers one girl” seems to be a popular category in costume dramas. I am not sure why such sharing is necessary in a polygamous society for fancy royals each of whom can get himself a whole harem, but I am not complaining that it appears any remake of the Hollywood classic “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” would clearly be changed into “One Bride for Seven Brothers, and Some of the Brothers Spit Blood and Die” if it were a cdrama. Here are some of the dramas at issue. 
Liu Shi Shi appears to be the queen of this subgenre to such an extent that I am vaguely wondering if it’s in her contract. We are gonna start with THREE of her dramas:
Bu Bu Jing Xin - Liu Shi Shi has not one, not two, but THREE hot royal brothers, played by Nicky Wu, Kevin Cheng and Lin Gengxin, pine for her time-traveling self. Since this is an exquisite (no, seriously, it’s amazing) period piece about loss and longing, she ends up with none of them, instead of a hot vagely-’cesty gangbang as one might expect from that set-up.
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Lost Love in Times - poor Liu Shi Shi, she’s a sexy witch having to pick between William Chan and his shady brother Joe Xu. To make it even trippier, the two actors look like each other, to really hammer the whole “siblings want her” theme.
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The Imperial Doctress - why bust what’s not broken? It’s the true and tried Liu Shi Shi and hot royal brothers formula. She’s a doctor who spends most of her time practicing medicine, escaping barbarians and creating feminism, not noticing that as she pines for one royal brother played by Huang Xuan, another royal brother, played by infinitely hotter Wallace Huo, is pining for her.
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Gong/Jade Palace Lock Heart - if Liu Shi Shi is the queen of that set up, Feng Shao Feng is the king, what with this and Military Seal, both of which star Yang Mi. Clearly, there are worse ways to make a career than stealing Yang Mi from a royal brother. Here, Yang Mi is a spunky time traveler in the middle of Kang Xi’s sons’ fight for the throne. She first falls for Four but ends up with Eight. In between, she offers to bang Four to save Eight as one does. Gives a whole new meaning to sharing is caring and “have you brought enough for the entire class?”
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Legend of the Military Seal - Yang Mi and FSF strike again. FSF is madly in love with his brother’s wife, and since she’s not afflicted by blindness, she shares his feelings. Surprisingly, but delightfully, happy ending ensues. 
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Who Rules the World - more like which brother rules awesome Zhao Lusi’s heart. Going by the rule of “hottest brother wins,” Yang Yang gets the girl in a drama that is pretty yum yum.
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Colourful Bone - one hot seriously whumped out royal brother and one whiny immature one, oh who should the heroine pick? This drama stands for the proposition that you should protect and save abused people, especially if they are hot men, since they will always turn out to be an emperor in disguise. This drama btw is one giant kinkfest for yours truly.
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The Eternal Love - you could make THREE whole seasons out of timetravel and brothers into the same girl, who knew.
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Dreaming Back to the Qing Dynasty - if you’ve seen Gong or BBJX, you know the drill. Horde of queued brothers queueing for the heroine.
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(Mine and all my brothers’, that is -Ed.)
Princess Jieyou - Yuan Hong narrowly escaped the curse of fancying his brother’s woman in BBJX, being about the only sibling not in love with LSS in that one. But clearly, you can’t fight fate and shortly thereafter he’s got to be a sister-in-law luster in a drama of his very own. He is a barbarian general who falls in love with a woman only to discover she’s to marry his brother. Angst and deliciousness and eventual happy ending (the husband fulfilled the uglier brother’s duty by eventually kicking the bucket.)
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The Promise of Chang’an - if you want to watch brothers with the same woman but no happy ending, and have already watched BBJX, I present this recent drama where Cheng Yi gets to, as always, suffer beautifully watching the woman he loves marry his annoying brother. Pretty much everyone dies at the end of this one, going off to a great big threesome in the sky.
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Twisted Fate of Love - will Sun Yi pick the delicate Tan Jianci or the sexy as fuck bastard that is Jin Han? Being a smart woman, she picks the latter and my hormones rejoice.
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Go Princess Go - this is a drama that parodied every cliche there is, so why not brothers into one woman? Who is actually a man in a woman’s body making it even more delightful!
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Ashes of Love - even being divine, with women from three separate realms available will seemingly not prevent love interests being a scarce resource leading to sibling love rivalry. Deng Lun and Luo Yunxi duke it out ostensibly for Yang Zi but in reality for who can suffer more prettily. Deng Lun might get the girl, but LYX wins the suffering crown, so it all more or less evens out.
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Princess Silver - are siblings in love with the same woman not spicy enough for you? How about TWINS in love with the same woman? One awesome (Aarif Rahman) and one psychotic (Jing Chao) want our heroine and both marry her at one point. Only the awesome one gets to bang her though. (But the psychotic one gets to stick meathooks through his brother in compensation for not being able to stick...ummm...meathook through the heroine, so it’s all OK.)
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Secret of the Three Kingdoms - and now we are gonna go REAL PERV! If twins are not enough for you, seekers of strong sensations, how about IDENTICAL twins? Ma Tianyu replaces his dead identical twin brother as the last Han emperor and gets to woo Wan Qian (whose plan it was in the first place.) At least she doesn’t need to get used to a new face?
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We are gonna end here and not get into father and son sharing the same woman a la Empress of China.
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(Congrats to Aarif Rahman for getting to bang both his brother’s and his father’s wives on screen. That is an interesting niche.)
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smalls-words · 1 year
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Fulfil Your Oath pt. 6
Summary: Diana vs Ares. What's the worst that can happen?
Pairings: Diana x Handmaiden!Reader, Steve x Diana, Diana x R x Wonder Men, Diana x Ares (half-siblings)
Warnings: Lots of blood, lots of explosions, lots of shouting and lots of angsty fluff :)
A/N: Ta-da! Idk how I feel about the ending but I still love it :)
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*not my gif*
Colour drained from Diana’s face. “You… No… Stop lying!”
“My dear, I don’t want to fight you. But if I must…” He gripped the lasso in both of his hands and a bolt of electricity shot Diana down whilst destroying the watchtower, appearing to those on the ground as a light blue supernova.
Diana rolled for a moment before she saw a trail of blood crossing in front of her. She reached out and touched it, a vision in her mind flashing of you and Ares fighting before he stabbed you in the chest.
Wind picked up, under Ares’s control and the base alarms began to sound as Diana stood. Her eyes followed the trail of blood that led to a small hangar, but she was stopped by a swirling piece of wood from the watchtower.
Inside, you lay as still as possible, trying to get your breathing under control whilst you bled. Your hands were tied with metal poles whilst you were gagged with a cloth and chain wrapped around your head.
At the sound of familiar footsteps, you kicked over a box of empty shells, alerting Chief and Sameer to your presence. They observed your breaking body in disbelief, but helped you up onto your legs before Chief undid your gag.
“Ares. Ares is here, Ares is Sir Patrick!” You told them, making them look at each other in shock.
“I need to find Diana, I need to protect her.” 
“Neither of us are strong enough to untie you, Y/N.” Sameer sighed. “It’s like handcuffs, but with no keyhole.”
You looked at Chief and he shook his head too. “I’m sorry.”
“Chief, I felt it. I felt it up there, with Diana. Please, let me hear your thoughts. If I am to die tonight, I need to know.” You begged.
He hesitated at first, but then surrendered to your pout. “I believe you are the child of Aphrodite. Your love knows no bounds, your will neither. You could control this entire army base if you so desired.”
You looked down, contemplating his words as Ares’s seemed to match them. *But I knew that if only you could see what the other gods could not, then you would join me, and with our powers combined, we could finally end all the pain, all the suffering, the destruction they bring. And we could return this world to the paradise it was before them.*
You looked back at Chief before wincing, your armour still stained red. “I need two things from you: I need to get a connection to the base’s alarms and I need to be patched up.”
Despite your persistence, Chief’s healing herbs could only do so much. You thanked him anyway and wrapped a bandage underneath your armour before cleaning it, wanting to appear strong to both your enemy and your love.
Sameer found a control room and let you and Chief stand in it, your sight set on the microphone connected to the speakers. “You said I could control this entire army base if I desired.”
“Yes.” He replied simply.
You took a deep breath and pressed on the red button, the alarms stopping for a moment. “Um… Attention all soldiers, this base is now under attack. You need to leave.”
You lifted your finger and shrugged at Chief, but a bullet grazing past your cheek had you put it back on. 
Deep breaths, Y/N.
Chief watched as your eyes seemed to sparkle with an iridescent lighting, turning around and putting earplugs in just to be safe - he hoped Sameer had given the others to Steve and Charlie.
“Soldiers, gather in the hangars without weapons. Be quiet. Be still. Your Goddess commands you.”
You stepped back, your eyes returning to normal before you looked at Chief; a wide grin grew on his face as he pointed outside. The gunman that had shot you instantly dropped his weapon and made his way to the nearest hangar.
“Now to find Diana.” You declared with a smile.
“Go get her.” Chief nodded, giving you a hug before you sped out of the small room.
A thundering boom rang over the base and you watched Diana fall into the ground. You sped to her side, watching her eyes come back into focus before you answered her silent question with a nod.
You stood, standing in front of her, watching Ares form armour from the melting metal around him. A hand on your shoulder alarmed you, but when you turned you were faced with Steve.
“I have to go.” He muttered, pointing to the plane.
You nodded. “Go. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. I will make sure of it.” 
He nodded, gulping down his worries. “Look after her. She’ll need someone on the other side of this.”
“I’ve been looking after her for the better half of my life, Steve. But from today… I get to do it slightly differently.”
He nodded again, facing Diana this time. You didn’t listen to his proclamation of love because Ares crept closer and closer, summoning metal shards to create swords. Just as Steve launched himself onto the plane, you lifted your plated forearms to block Ares’s attack.
“What kind of god are you going to be, Y/N?! Desire?! Lust?! Fornication?!” He delved into your skin, making you angry.
You kicked him hard in the chestplate and he dug his hands into the tarmac, looking at you through the Y-shaped gap in his helm with a blazing anger. He stood easily, a smug tone to his movements before he whipped a chain around your leg, throwing you into a car.
“You will help me destroy them, Diana… or she will die.” He declared, glaring at your princess.
She tackled him and they soared above onto the top of a hangar, looking towards familiar shouts as another hangar went up in flames. You spotted the huge chunks of shrapnel flying towards Chief, Charlie and Sameer, the three too dazed to see it coming.
You caught it easily in your grasp, throwing it to the side before your heavy breathing alerted Chief. “Your wound is holding you back, Y/N. You need to conserve your energy.”
You puffed out a sigh of annoyance, looking down at your wound.
“Y/N?!” Diana called out for you as she stood alone on the hangar roof.
Your eyes widened. “Princess, look out!”
She turned around only for her throat to be in Ares’s hand as they soared into the air before he threw her against a tank, the wheel links ripped out from underneath to wrap around the princess. He slammed her down into the ground, winding her easily whilst he watched you speed to her side.
“Diana, breathe. Come on, push it out and then breathe.” You held her head, sighing slightly when she breathed in.
The links compressed against her body before her arm broke free, but it was not enough. 
“Y/N!” She yelled out worriedly as you were swept away into Ares’s grasp, a small yet thick piece of metal from the tank links tightening quickly around your throat.
“Di… ana…” You choked out, reaching for her but you needed the air, using all of the strength you had to push against the metal.
Ares grinned down at you. “It is futile to imagine you can win.” 
He turned to look at Diana, struggling to breathe as the links compressed her even more. “Give up, Diana. It’s time to choose. Your life… or hers.”
DIana watched you try to keep your eyes open, your fingers bleeding against the metal as it cut through your skin to choke you. 
You watched her try to speak, her chest cracking under the pressure of the tightening links like a boa constrictor. 
You gave her a small smile as tears pricked your eyes. “I’ll swim and sail… on savage seas… with ne’er a fear of… drowning.”
Her eyes widened at your swan song, listening to every note and change in pitch. 
“And gladly ride… the waves o-of life… if you would mar-ry me…” You coughed, taking a huge gasp for air.
“No scorching sun nor freezing cold… could stop me on my j-ourney…” Your voice cracked as you looked towards the princess, an idea coming to your mind as your final breath came.
“Because you now have my heart… and I’ll love you for eternity…” 
Your hands grew limp against your neck and your eyes fluttered closed, your body shuffling to the ground in an unconscious state. 
“NOOO!” Diana roared in agony, power surging through her body as she ripped herself out of the metal links.
A shockwave of explosive proportions passed over the German base as she came to your side, ripped off what now looked like a metal collar cinched into your throat, and checked your pulse.
She couldn’t find it.
Her head turned to face the soldiers, who’d now been freed from your power, and charged them as they shot at her. She deflected bullets back onto themselves, punched through skulls, snapped guns in half before her speed knocked them back with her own sonic boom. 
“Yes, Diana! Take them all! Finally, you see.” Ares smiled gleefully. 
“Look at this world. Mankind did this, not me. They are ugly, filled with hatred, weak, just like your handmaiden. Gone, and left you nothing. And for what? Pathetic!”
Diana tackled him to the ground and punched at his helm, stunning him for a moment before he kicked her off into the same tank that had crushed her, killed you. 
Ares ripped open a car from behind and out tumbled Dr. Maru, rolling with the wind under Ares’s control before she came to Diana’s feet. 
“Look at her and tell me I am wrong.” He chuckled, manipulating the wind to expose the poisoned and rotting skin beneath her mask.
“She is the perfect example of these humans and unworthy of your sympathy in every way. Destroy her, Diana. You know that she deserves it. They all do.”
Diana dug her hand into the wheels of the tank and lifted it above her head, watching the fear fall into Maru’s eyes as she shuffled away from the princess. 
“DO IT!” Ares bellowed.
*Diana… don’t.*
Her head turned to see you shuffling along the ground, leaning on your elbow before it collapsed from your weakened body. Blood trailed down your neck from the metal collar and down your leg from your reopened stomach wound.
But you were alive.
*Don’t do it. Diana, despite our short time here, we have seen what humanity is, what it always has been. Yes, it can be destructive, hating and weak, but they can be creative, loving, strong.*
“They will wreak havoc upon this world, Diana, unless you help me stop them!” Ares roared.
Diana’s eyes fell to Maru, hatred building within her again as she strengthened her hold on the tank.
*Look at me, my love.*
She did, with a shock in her eyes. *What?*
*You are my princess, my love, my Diana. Don’t do it, because if you do, you will be no better than Ares. This is not how it should be.* 
Her mind absorbed your words, letting them ring like church bells. You smiled to yourself as you watched her armour begin to glow, a smile forming on her lips. 
“You’re wrong about them.” She looked at Ares, a frown upon his features.
She threw the tank to the side, letting Maru run free. Her feet led her to you, standing in front of you before she walked towards Ares. “They’re everything you say, but so much more.”
“Lies!” Ares scowled, forming blades of metal shards in the air that launched towards her. 
You did not fear for her life. You trusted her with it.
The shield created by the crossing of her bracelets disintegrated the blades, almost stopping time as Ares hovered in the air before she threw out her wrists and launched him backwards, his helm removing on impact with a car.
“They. Do not. Deserve. Your protection!” Ares hollered, summoning a bolt of lightning to his grip.
Diana simply caught it in her bracelets, some of it bouncing onto a nearby car.
She smiled at the power her bracelets now contained, the crackling energy wrapping around her forearms and tickling her skin. “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe.”
She turned her head to look at your dishevelled form, still smiling at her all the while.
“And I believe in love.” She smirked as you thanked her with a bow of your head.
“THEN I WILL DESTROY YOU!” Ares howled as he summoned more lightning to his body, his metal armour catching almost sixteen lightning bolts. 
He threw it all at Diana, but her crossed bracelets absorbed the concussive power and diverted it to her body armour, a loving smile across her lips before she turned to Ares.
“Goodbye, brother.” She promised, taking a leap and bound to hover in the air before she crossed her bracelets.
The lightning ripped through Ares’s chest, making you cover your eyes from the sheer brightness of the explosion. 
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As the shaking of the ground began to fade, you removed your shielding hand to see a huge crater in the runway of the base. You watched patiently as Diana hovered down, her boots clanking against the tarmac before rhythmically walking to you.
You looked up at her as she knelt next to you quietly, moving your back ever so gently into her arms. Her thumb caressed across your cheek as her fingers lay against your jaw in a practised motion. “Are you okay?” 
You nodded softly, pressing your hand against her armour. *With you, I always will be.*
Her forehead fell onto yours and she swooned at your warmth beneath her touch. “I love you, Y/N.” 
*And I love you, Diana.* You crooned, her eyes falling to your lips before rising back to your eyes.
“May I kiss you?”
Air chuckled out of your nose, tickling her lips which she then wet with her tongue. *You may.* 
She sealed her exhaling breath against your lips, a deep hum reverberating through her chest. Her soul filled with peace, her heart with love, and her mind with you. She gently pulled away when she felt your chest start to shake, concern filling her eyes as you coughed hoarsely.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” She murmured, noticing how bloodied and beaten you were.
She picked you up in her arms and found a blanket within a nearby car, wrapping you up in its warmth. The sound of shuffling boots had your attention, your smile brightening at the sight of your friends.
“You don’t look so good.” Sameer teased.
“Are ya kidding? She looks like she’s been through hell and back!” Charlie exclaimed, making you chuckle.
“Her throat is damaged.” Chief pointed out to the three men, watching you nod.
“She says she’ll need a few days.” Diana spoke for you.
“You need it.” Charlie smirked.
The men helped you and Diana back over the hill towards the horses, all of them a bit skittish until Diana and you calmed them. She didn’t let you ride Pepper, encasing you in front of her with the blanket securely tied around you, preserving your warmth.
“How are you feeling?” She asked softly by your shoulder, resting her chin on it.
*Tired. But I'm happy.* You replied shortly, leaning back into her.
“I’m glad you are, my love.” She kissed your cheek.
You looked towards the lonesome motorbike that stood still on the hill, a fire burning a patch of grass around it. You’d never admired Steve, but his sacrifice had saved the world - he’d earned your respect as a soldier.
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Three Weeks Later…
*DIANA!* You called out as you jolted awake in your bed, pain shooting through your body before a hand came to your chest.
“I’m here, Y/N.” She murmured, a thin layer of sweat soaking parts of your sleeveless shirt.
She immediately pulled you into her arms and let you sob. Your dream was nothing of the sort - nightmares fuelled with Ares taking her away or torturing her in front of you, Steve keeping her as his own. 
Your sobs were also painful to hear, your throat still mending itself ever so slowly. “I-I thought I lost you.” You croaked.
“You’ll never lose me, darling.” She replied, planting a few kisses on your cheek as she took away the tears.
“I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.” 
You nodded silently; her assuring words were the only thing that calmed you down lately. 
You were thankful for Etta, who insisted you called her that now, as she had helped set up this little farmhouse. There were many animals to look after, some including Pepper and Honey - Diana’s horse - whilst cattle roamed the fields around.
Celebrations after the war ending in a surrender from Germany were held, and still being held in the main cities of the world. Many drunkards could be seen tottling along the roads at night, whilst young lovers and married couples were reunited over and over again.
“How are your stitches? Don’t tell me you’ve ripped them again.” Diana warned playfully as she sat up, the dark hours of the night not helping her see.
But instead, she felt along your stomach and smiled when she felt none had ripped, but there was a little bit of blood that escaped from your scabs. “Come on.” 
She guided your tired form to the bathroom, the lights like a blinding flash to your eyes when they came on quickly. “Mmmm.” You grumbled, but Diana simply chuckled and led you to sit on the countertop.
She lifted your stained shirt over your shoulders and threw it in the garbage along with much bloodier shirts and even some pants. She cleaned up your skin before moving to leave, your hand catching her wrist.
“Don’t gooo.” You groaned, but she placed a gentle kiss to your glabella before descending into the dark bedroom.
She came back with a fresh green shirt of her own, watching it slink over your body as two sizes too big. She pulled you away from the wall and supported you via her strong arms holding your lower back, her forehead pressed against yours.
“What happened in your nightmare, my love?” She asked softly, not wanting to trod on your boundaries.
“I didn’t have you.” You sighed, leaning into her palm against your cheek.
She caressed your skin before placing feather-light kisses all over your face, making a few croaking giggles escape your throat. She then wrapped you in her arms, an embrace you always gave her when she came home from working in the museum. 
“You’ll always have me. You have my heart, Y/N.” She murmured against your neck.
You hummed at her words, nuzzling into her warmth with a satisfied sigh. She chuckled softly before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter, lifting you by your thighs to lie you down in the king-sized bed.
“I love you, Y/N.” She spoke whilst wrapping the sheets tightly around you, pulling you even closer to her.
“I love you more, Diana.” You kissed the skin of her collarbone whilst snuggling against her, closing your eyes to be led into sandman’s realm.
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Taglist: @frog-bread , @blackcatlogy , @mutlifandomloverblog :)
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hey-im-okay · 10 months
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Its a book of all things that catches Wylans attention, its got a beautiful cover, the characters look interesting (one of them reminds him of Jesper) and the background is wonderful, covered by a large forest with blooming flowers of all colours, sadness fills him as he realises he will never find out what the story behind the cover is.
It’s times like this that remind him about his inability to read, since escaping his fathers men his main focus had been trying to survive and other than when Jesper found out about it he hadn’t had to think about it, his powders and bombs are labelled with music notes that he doesn’t think twice about and he’s rarely ever given anything to read and when he does get given something he just pretends to not know how the words are pronounced until Kaz takes it off him.
He stares at the book, squints at the words on the top of the cover, trying to will the letters still so he could try and make them out, it doesn’t work. Sighing, Wylan turns away from the book and back to the powders in front of him, picking out a few and then turning to the vendor to pay, he glances back at the book and as a last minute decision he grabs it, paying for it along with the powders.
He walks away, smoothing his fingers over the cover, he sighs again, he might not be able to read it but at least it’s pretty. He places it carefully next to his powders in his bag before continuing back to the crows.
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As Wylan walks into his workshop he almost jumps out of his skin when he notices Jesper standing in the middle of the room by the table that’s covered in chemical viles, not expecting him to be there.
“Jesper! I thought you were with Kaz?” He says, walking closer to the man currently smiling at him, stopping a few steps away, it makes Wylan feel all soft inside and he ducks his head to hide his own smile at seeing his boyfriend. Jespers smile widens and he closes the space between them and wraps his arms around Wylan in a embrace, he’s smiling down at him when he answers. “I was, we finished early so I came here to see you.”
Wylan wraps his arms around Jesper. “Well as much as I like seeing you, you’re going to be pretty bored, I’m just trying out some new chemicals.” He quickly pecks Jespers lips before moving away towards the table to start unpacking his bag (and to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks).
He takes the bag of his back to place it on the table, he starts to unpack the new powders as Jesper replies. “Hm, maybe but at least I can make sure you don’t blow any of your fingers off.” He laughs, joining Wylan by the table, making sure not to touch any of the bottles, Wylan turns to glare half-heartedly at him. Jesper, laughing lightly at Wylans offended face, walks behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, Jesper presses a light kiss to Wylans neck, startling the merchling causing him to knock over the bag.
Wylan holds his breath as the bag falls off the table and onto the floor, the things inside falling out and spreading across the floor, hoping that none of the last few bottles inside had broken. He moves away from Jesper to pick up the bottles, inspecting each bottle he picks up carefully, making sure there’s no cracks in the glass. “Shit- sorry Wy.” He sees Jesper out of the corner of his eye crouch down to help pick it up.
“What’s this?” Wylan looks up to see Jesper pick up the book he’d bought, Jesper stands up to look at the cover, he hadn’t even noticed it had fell out of the bag also. “O-oh. Um, well…” he stands up, heart in his throat. What if Jesper thought he’d been lying about not being able to read? “Did you buy this?” Jesper asks, tilting his head while looking at Wylan, clearly confused. Wylan ducks his head, face flushed with embarrassment as he starts to fidget with his hands. “I liked the cover…” he says quietly, he wanted to die he felt so embarrassed, of course Jesper asked if he bought it, Wylan doesn’t even know why he bought it! What good is a book to someone who can’t even read it?
“Wylan…” Jespers voice, soft and suddenly sounding closer made him lift his head, finding Jesper standing closer to him. Jespers eyes were soft and caring as he held up the book, the cover facing Wylan. “You bought it just because you liked the cover?” He asked. “Well, the uh, forest looks pretty and I liked the colours of the flowers. The characters looked a little interesting too.” He mumbled, confused by the question, wondering why it mattered and why Jesper wasn’t just giving him the book back, “do..do you want to know what the story’s called?” Jesper asked hesitantly, as if not sure if he was allowed to read the words to Wylan.
Wylans eyes sparkled in excitement at the thought of knowing what the book was called, it made Jesper relax slightly to see there was no anger or offence on his face at the suggestion. “You’d tell me?” He asked like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to know something as simple as the name, he was bouncing slightly on his feet, rocking so slightly at the movement. “Of course!” Jesper smiled, “I’d read you the whole book if you wanted!” Wylans eyes went wide, his mouth slightly open in surprise.
Jesper was sure he’d offended Wylan then and started rambling “I mean I don’t have to if you don’t want me to! It’s fine! I’m sorry I-“ “You would…?” Wylan cuts him off, voice quiet and disbelieving, “Read to me, I mean” He clarifies. Jesper gently kisses him, pulling back after just a second. “Wylan.” He practically whispers, putting the book down to hold his face in Jespers hands, “I would read every book in the world to you if you wanted me to.”
Wylan stares at him for a few seconds, eyes starting to get watery, he looks for anything that suggests Jesper is lying to him. When he doesn’t find anything other than love, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before falling into Jespers arms, head resting on his chest. “Please.” He mutters.
Jesper smiles wide, kissing Wylans head before pulling him towards the bed in the corner of the room, picking the book as he goes, sitting against the back of it and then patting the spot next to him telling Wylan to sit. Wylan sits next to him, cuddled up to his side.
“The evergreen.” He reads, He opens the book, making sure Wylan can see the page despite it not mattering. Jesper begins reading and Wylan let’s his unshed tears fall. He never thought he’d have this, someone to read to him, too many times he’d been told no one would put up with his inability to read, by his father and tutors mostly. And yet here he was, curled up on his bed with his boyfriend reading to him.
Wylan had never felt more at home.
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lord-of-snrland · 1 month
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Follow-up! >:)
These ones are by @recklessidi0t
Some of them have a bit more text because they're based on jokes we made. And I think the context makes them even better.
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Gyuri! This is my current profile picture on this account. He looks so serious, poor wifeless man.
I love the way his cape (cloak? Idk) falls over his arms, the epic scythe, the fluff, the colours all look so good... overall really epic!
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This is Luthor! It was before I posted anything of him in colour (and I think I actually still don't have a full up to date drawing of him in colour... oof.)
I love how silly he looks. His expression is adorable. Also the way he has his pinky finger up like a fancy motherfucker while holding the trash bin killed me. I'm making that pose canon. Also I think his suit looks radical.
[Context: this was an inside joke that he's spiritually a Florida man (like Reckless' slime guy who's literally a Florida man lol). So here he caught a crocodile in a trash bin. Like the Florida men.]
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This is Gyuri... again! (I couldn't shut up about him for a while...)
He looks so adorable here, I wanna pick him up and give him kürtőskalács and tell him maybe I'll give his wife back if I'm in a good mood.
Note from the future: I wrote this long ago but kept it in my drafts. I have since made a deal with the rat man that I have to bring back Gyuri's wife if he brings back Hew. You win this time...
[Context: a joke, again. I wrote this dumb little dialogue to highlight how pathetic he is: Gyuri says: "PREPARE TO DIE!" and Peko says: "It's not my fucking fault your wife died" and he makes the "🥺" face and then the crazy mf actually drew it. And it looks awesome.]
They are also an art god, they draw so fucking well (you can already see though)! So you should go check out THEIR characters too!
I am ALSO behind on drawing YOUR guys. 😔
Bonus - stupid meme I made:
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titsgirlbuffy · 1 year
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any thoughts on how spike and angel show their genders when they where human vs vampires
Yes!
So it's really fascinating to me what bits of how they present themselves do or don't change through the centuries. And I can't tell which bits of this is for, like, internal reasons, and what's a response to the changing cultural ideas of what makes a man.
We've talked before about how Spike (as a vampire) seems to see himself as a masculine object - talking about himself as the corpse of a man (like in Once More With Feeling), like he's being animated by his obsession with Buffy as much as he is by the vampirism. And with the whole "I know I'm a monster, but you treat me like a man" thing too, for Spike the vampire there's this recurring thing of A Man being not something he Is so much as something he'd like to be.
I've only seen the one scene of him as a human man so some of this was outsourced to @transangelus who's watched Buffy many times. But the thing about human Spike is he also tied a lot of himself to the women in his life, clinging both to his mother and to the women he tries to seduce with terrible poetry, even (especially?) when that's unsuccessful. Spike as a human man is... not wholly successful just in general, actually.
From an article on Victorian masculinity and how it affects our present understanding, "Victorian public school boys were strong, stoical and athletic – ready to die for their country, but not to talk about their feelings." Now, that sounds like pretty much the opposite of what we've seen of William Pratt, a man who was:
Not a successful poet
Wrote primarily about his emotions
No indication that he was good at sports
Not physically intimidating
Left handed
Bad at seducing women
Bullied by other men
Defined by his relationships (and lack thereof) to women
I don't think I'd say Spike was "womanly" as a human, but he wasn't living up to what it meant to be a "man".
A lot of that is tied to not being physically powerful and not having a girlfriend - the reverse of which is pretty inherent to his vampire self. But somehow, as a vampire, he's Still drawn to nonconformity, wearing his woman's coat (stolen from Nikki Wood's dead body in the 70s), painting his nails black (the most masculine colour he could have chosen but like... this is during the era of "metrosexual", when even the fact that he puts products in his hair could be taken as a non-masculine trait), naming himself after a Thing Of Violence rather than keeping the cool manly William the Bloody, generally doing non-masculine stuff he wouldn't have had a chance to do as a human man. I think the main difference between his modern vampire self and his Victorian human self is that now the non-masculine facets of Spike's presentation are a choice rather than a failure. Every time he insults a man for being effeminate, it feels... well I'm not sure Exactly how self aware Spike is, but it feels like he's trying to get under their skin more than legit pick on them for being girly or gay yk?
Angel's pretty similar in some ways. Seen as a failure by his parental figure - that failure being tied to masculinity (direct quote from Angel's human father: "It’s a son I wished for – a man – instead God gave me you"). But from what we saw of Angel as a human... unless I'm missing some history info about 1700s Ireland, there's nothing non-masculine I can see! Angel as a human:
Used a man's name (Liam - the Irish version of William, interestingly)
Kept his hair long (in fashion at the time)
Regularly had sex with women (from an article about masculinity in this time period - "From around 1720 [...] the dominant, hegemonic man is no longer defined by his house-holding status and his good domestic and Christian order but by the fact that he desires and has sex only with women.")
Angel as a human didn't seem happy, or even content, with his masculinity. He sought for it and, like Spike, was accused of falling short. And I hate to say any bullies were right, but I Do think the "not a man" accusations were speaking to something inherent about Angel rather than any failures to live up to a cultural standard of masculinity.
Vampire Angel is interesting. I mean, taking the name "Angel" (not the most masculine of names) is one thing, but even (especially?) while soulless his masculinity is... not quite right, I'll say.
Angelus kept his look pretty much the same throughout his relationship with Darla - and while that shifted from being classically masculine to being more effeminate as the centuries passed, since he was going around with a 1600s women (who wouldn't care about such things) and acting as the family patriarch, any nonconformity was way less of a big deal. But once he gets a soul? He goes right back to forcing himself into cultural norms.
In the 50s he cut his hair and dressed like a greaser. In the 70s he kept it long but started wearing low cut shirts and leather jackets - possibly his least conformative souled era and it went badly enough to send him back to eating rats in the sewers. In the 90s and early 00s - with a brief break for Angelus to wear some eyeliner (imitating Spike? Imitating what he believes to be corruptive?) - he puts on such a strong facade of masculinity that the man posing as his Swami asks "Why do you hate yourself?", before saying that Angel consists of "The image you work so hard to create and the real you." (personal note - Angel refers to his demonic side as "it" during that conversation). Combined with how many times he's given the opportunity to take on something feminine and either Immediately reacts with fear and anger, or tries it out very happily before someone else sees or questions? Plus the refusal of the titles man, boy, Mr..... I can only see Angel's masculinity as an intentional facade covering something he's terrified of. Two things, actually. The internal calls to the feminine and to the demonic.
So... yeah! TL;DR - Human!Spike = struggling man tied to relationships with women, Vampire!Spike = successfully nonconforming corpse seeking personal masculinity in relationships with women. Human!Angel = successfully masculine in theory but somehow still not allowed into male socialisation, Vampire!Angel = deeply concerned with emulating an ideal of the Normal Man, repressing womanhood and evilness as if they equally reveal him as something other than what he strives for
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alphawolfstabs · 6 months
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SONGS FOR STUILLY. AGAIN. ‼️ [saying this now, a lot of these lyrics are toxic as all hell, but so is stuilly, so it checks out-]
• Let’s kill tonight [panic at the disco] [this songs repeats a lot so-]
“You’re the galantine. Cold and alone, it suits you well.”
Stu as he talks about/to Billy.
“Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight. Show them all you’re not the ordinary type.”
This could go either way with these two.
• Stockholm Syndrome [Muse]
“I won’t stand in your way, let your hatred grow.”
Stu talking to Billy after what Maureen did.
“And she’ll scream, and she’ll shout, and she’ll pray. And she had a name- yeah she had a name.”
Also about Maureen, could either be Stu or Billy tbh
“This is the last time I’ll abandon you. And this is, the last time I’ll forget you.”
Billy as he speaks to Stu [I think of the kitchen scene..]
“And we’ll love, and we’ll hate, and we’ll die. All to no avail.”
Either one of them, after the kitchen scene
• This is Love [Air traffic Controller]
“You’re no good you’re no good, you could kill me and you should.”
Stu speaking to Billy.
“You must like being the victim, you’ve done nothing to get out.”
Billy at Stu.
“You’ll forgive me if I promise, and do nothing but the same.”
Also Billy at Stu
“Yeah I know wrong I know right, but I just love to pick a fight. I can sleep with one eye open, if there’s any sleep at night.”
Billy coded again
“I got my knife, got my gun. Let’s see how fast you can run.”
Billy speaking to Stu, because he would absolutely mess with Stu in the Ghostface costume
“I was good but then I quit. Everyone that tried to fix me, knows that I can’t change a bit.”
Billy coded
“I’ve got no shame, got no pride. Only skeletons to hide.”
Hmm either one of em tbf-
“Yeah once you think you’re in control, you’ll believe that we are partners and you’ll feel comfortable. Oh then the darkness rolls in and you’ll forget who I have been.”
Billy to Stu, kitchen scene.
• Psycho [Muse]
“Love, it will get you nowhere.”
Stu coded.
“Come to me now, I could use someone like you. Someone who’ll kill on my command, and asks no questions.”
Billy getting Stu to help him commit to the murders
“I’m gonna make you, I’m gonna break you, I’m gonna make you- a fucking psycho.”
Billy coded
“Your mind is just a program and I’m the virus.”
Billy coded again
“And you will kill on my command and I won’t be responsible.”
Billy when he has Stu commit a good portion of the murders
“I’m gonna make you, a fucking psycho- your ass belongs to me now.”
Billy coded
“You fucking psycho, your ass belongs to me now.”
Also Billy coded
• The Handler [Muse]
“You are my handler, I will execute your demands”
Stu following Billy
“Leave me alone, I must disassociate from you”
Billy in return to Stu
• Wolves without Teeth [Of Monsters and Men]
"Open my chest and colour my spine. I'm giving you all"
Stu showing his devotion to Billy.
"Swallow my breath, And take what is mine. I'm giving you all"
devotion
"I'll be the blood, If you'll be the bones."
could be seen as compromise- still devotion though
"Haunt me in my sleep. You'll sailing from another world, Sinking in my sea."
"You're feeding on my energy, I'm letting go of it"
"I can see through you, We are the same. It's perfectly strange. You run in my veins. How can I keep you, Inside my lungs. I breathe what is yours, You breathe what is mine"
Stu as he knows who/what billy is, and he's not off putted because he loves it.
• Partners in Crime [Set it Off] [self explanatory.]
"You'll never takes us alive, We swore that death will do us part. They'll call our crimes a work of art"
"This, the tale of, reckless love. Living a life of crime on the run"
"And if the heat comes close enough to burn, Then we'll play with fire."
"This is the night the young love died, Buried at each others side. You never took us alive, We swore that death would do us part"
[reblogs appreciated but not at all forced! <3]
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Watch Kenjaku legit step in between Sukuna and Yuuji next week cause at this point I believe anything could happen lmao
I always wonder, with all the allegories Kenjaku has going on surrounding birth, pregnancy and fetuses, does this favoritism towards Yuuji also come from the fact that they gave birth to him? Unconciously, idk. There's multiple factors including his own selfish agenda, or the fact that after 9 children Yuuji is the only one Kenjaku found not a failure etc., but carrying a child, giving birth and possibly breastfeeding might've had an effect on them.
Anwyays: I find it extremely interesting that Kenjaku didn't intend for Yuuji to stay as a vessel. Clearly Yuuji having a body strong enough to host Sukuna was the overall idea, but they really make it sound like they were really letting Jin Itadori pipe them just for the hell of it just to see what would come out of that lol. Cause really, beyond hosting/repressing Sukuna (which Yuuji has semi succesfuly done until... uh... now...), Kenjaku already said they don't have a specific role for Yuuji to play and want to see whatever he does next.
Also R.I.P Itadori Jin, Choso would have imprited on him like a baby duck.
I'm not entirely sure Sukuna will seriously try to kill Yuuji. He generally prefers to toy with and torture him, and watching Megumi be possessed while being powerless to do anything about it is way more cruel than killing him. Yuuji wants to die anyway. But speaking of, Kenjaku has to become a bit more careful with Yuuji. In the past they could count on Sukuna reviving him or someone else like Yuuta stepping in and healing him, but now that will become more difficult. Not saying they will pamper him in any sense of the word or jump in front of the gun so to say...just maybe keep a closer eye on him? But I think they're gonna do that anyway for multiple reasons.
Yes, I think having given birth to him and him being their biological child has some influence on them. They also call themselves Choso's parent and there still seems to be some Noritoshi DNA swimming around in them (which gives them immunity against the Death Painting poison), but they don't call the Death Paintings their children or acknowledge any kind of close personal relationship because well...there isn't one. They didn't birth them or father them, they simply arranged for the abuse of the Mother and then added Noritoshi's blood. Much more hands-off than Yuuji's case. No playing house and teasing the father-in-law. And then there's the failure on top of it. When Choso isn't screaming in their ear, they generally don't seem to think much about that experiment, just "that happened, that sucked, anyway-". They make jokes about it instead of seeming upset.
So in that sense Yuuji is their only living child and he's getting the favourite treatment (not always a good thing with Kenjaku). I also think they would have fucked Jin either way. Maybe they wouldn't have necessarily had a child with him, but he's their type: guy with colourful hair, more slender than muscled body and pretty face. counting Mahito and Kashimo too here because I'm biased They were having a little fun at work you could say. Given their domain, I also don't think this was their first pregnancy. They've been alive for over a millennium, contraception wasn't always that good and they clearly are attracted to men. Things happen. And who knows how many times they practised for this experiment. I don't think even they could make Sukuna's perfect restricting vessel or whatever else Yuuji is supposed to be on first try. All these kids would of course be long dead and I think they were always more of an absent parent/mother anyway. Whatever happened to those children could also influence how they feel about Yuuji now. But we will probably find out more about it when they meet him again and/or we get to why they picked Kaori and Jin specifically (if they picked Jin at all and didn't just do it with him because he was available and desperate for a baby).
Another thought, in Shibuya they also said "things born from me can't exceed my own potential" with a kind of faint expression. The English translation uses "create", but in Japanese it's 生まれる which straight up just means "to be born". There are a lot of pregnancy allegories in their speeches, they don't always get translated though, like in ch 202 when they say the cursed spirit will be pregnant/swollen with the cursed energy of a hundred million people.
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I think this could for one, refer to past experiments that involved them giving birth, which clearly didn't go very well or it's what they might ideally hope for Yuuji to achieve. Although judging by their expression there's not a lot of hope. This phrase of course also includes the Death Paintings, but since they don't act this depressed whenever else they are brought up, I don't think that's the full picture. In that case, they didn't birth anything anyway, which might have been the point. They thought things would go better with minimal involvement from their side, but that didn't help either. But maybe Yuuji will manage to surprise them and prove them wrong.
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kptssecretsanta · 3 months
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Merry Christmas, @monochrome-crisis!
Dear @monochrome-crisis, I have really enjoyed writing this for you, and I hope you like it. Your prompts were delightful and it was a lot fun playing around with these two. Happy Holidays if you observe, and happy fic-gift-day to you if you don’t! Best, your anon gifter. 
TAGS: established relationship, secret relationship, arranged marriage, road trip, sort of, running away, 
SUMMARY: Chay stands quite still and watches him for several seconds, but it doesn’t help to make the jumble of nonsense words rearrange themselves into useful sentences in his head. 
“I’m sorry,” he says slowly. “An inauspicious start to what, precisely?”
“Why, to your marriage, of course!”
*****
can’t let this wait one more day
It’s Tankhun who accidentally breaks the news to Chay, on a rainy October afternoon when he’d expected to face nothing more challenging than a couple of hours playing the new Spider-Man game. A problem with his XBox has him venturing down to Arm’s office-cum-armoury-cum-tech lab, where he finds Tankhun sitting cross-legged on the floor, cutting pictures of floral arrangements and men in alarmingly colourful suits out of a vertiginously tall stack of bridal magazines. He snips some of them out with painstaking precision, and scratches the scissors angrily across others, his choices made according to some arcane and unknowable criteria. The images that survive his process are passed to Arm, who dutifully and efficiently pastes them down into a pastel pink, faux-fur-covered scrapbook.
“Khun? Is everything… Are you ok?”
“Auhhh! My favourite brother-in-law!” Tankhun cries at a volume that isn’t quite ear-piercing, but is certainly louder than required given the three of them are alone in an echo-y room, and Chay’s ears are less than thirty centimetres away from his mouth. “Everything is so much more than fine! It’s all wonderful! Practically perfect, in fact! Only do say you’ll let me dress you, nong, it would kill me to see you walk down the aisle in someone else’s shoes! And you wouldn’t break my heart like that, hmm, not on your wedding day? It would be a harbinger of so, so much bad luck! Such an inauspicious start, no?!”
Chay stands quite still and watches him for several seconds, but it doesn’t help to make the jumble of nonsense words rearrange themselves into useful sentences in his head. 
“I’m sorry,” he says slowly. “An inauspicious start to what, precisely?”
“Why, to your marriage, of course!”
***
“Nothing is set in stone,” Arm promises him, trying to calm him down while Tankhun flaps off to find Porsche. “It’s just an idea, at this stage, that’s all. Just something that was suggested - really, it’s more like it was vaguely alluded to - at the last family meeting. It doesn’t mean you have to marry anyone you don’t want to.”
The atmosphere in Arm’s little misery-bunker has always been a bit sad, but it’s never felt quite as overwhelmingly damp and awful as this moment in time. 
“I know you mean well, but ‘we might not marry you off against your will’ isn’t actually as reassuring as you seem to think it is,” Chay points out. He’s just pleased he can still form coherent words; that must mean the worst of the panic attack is subsiding.
“Yeah, that’s fair,” Arm says, and Chay tries very hard to find the deeply sympathetic look on his face comforting instead of terrifying. 
***
Chay: hey 
Chay: u busy?
Chay: i need to see u its urgent
Chay: ive run away im at the boba place 
Chay: the one with the cute plants inside where you kissed me that time 
Chay: pls don’t take long they’re cutting me off
not my secret bf: be there in ten
***
Macau picks Chay up in his older brother’s convertible, stolen for the occasion, and drives off without any questions. The extent to which he’s ride-or-die is, in Chay’s opinion, one of his absolute top-ten best traits. At Chay’s request, he heads out of the city, no particular destination in mind. He doesn’t say anything until they’re far enough out they’re relying on headlights, and the sound of rain on the windscreen is louder than the traffic. 
“Whatever happened, it’s ok, babe. I promise.”
“You won’t say that when you know!” Chay cries. “Hia wants me to get married, Cau, it’s really serious!” 
“What?”
“That’s what Arm said. And Khun! I’m sorry, babe, I know he’s your cousin, but also. What the fuck? How could he know something like that and not tell me!” Chay’s voice rises frantically, reaching a fever pitch as he vents his frustration at once again being the last one to find out important information about his life. “Oh my god, what if it’s to some disgusting greasy old man who wants a good little wifey, that Kinn needs to sign some business deal with?” Chay says suddenly, face awash with horror. 
“Ok, first of all,” Macau says, glancing over at Chay from the driver’s seat of with a grin of a distinctly gremlin-y variety creeping across his face, “if Kinn needed someone to sign a contract that badly, he’d just break their fingers until they signed it.”
“That’s not reassuring, Cau.”
“And second of all,” Macau presses on, ignoring Chay’s point completely, “I’m not gonna let you marry anyone else, so it doesn’t matter anyway, hmm?”
“You really think they’ll listen to you?”
Macau frowns, impish grin fading as quickly as it had appeared, and clicks his fingernails on the wheel, the way Vegas really hates. “I dunno. Maybe? And if they don’t, we could just… leave, I guess.”
“I’m not - listen, babe, I love you, but your uncle kept my mum locked away in an attic for eighteen years because she married the wrong guy, so like. I don’t have that much faith in Kinn or Korn or Vegas to be super chill about someone trying to leave the family.” 
Macau shoots him a quick glance, eyes slicking sideways before snapping back to the road. “Well, if you put it like that…”
“Look, you don’t have to come with me,” Chay says, voice laced with grim determination. “I know you – all your family are here, your whole life is here. But I think I have to leave.”
“Ok, ok. But you don’t have to go now,” Macau says. “We can come up with a real plan, take a little time.”
“I can’t go back. I can’t walk back in there. I can’t spend another second there.”
Macau swerves suddenly and pulls up on the side of the road, switching the engine off but leaving the headlights on, so the curtains of thick rain ahead of them are illuminated in their glow. Turning to face Chay, he reaches over and takes his hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing gently. 
“Hey,” Macau says softly, which catches Chay’s attention more than any amount of screaming would have. “I’m sorry my family is such a fucking nightmare. I’m not - of course I’m not gonna make you go back. If you wanna leave tonight and never come back, we can do that.”
“But?” Chay asks nervously. Macau lifts a questioning eyebrow. “It sounded like there was a ‘but’ coming next.”
“Nope,” Macau says easily, shaking his head and letting Chay see the truth shining bright in his eyes. “No ‘but.’ I’d follow you anywhere, Porchay.”
“Cau…” Chay says, releasing the name like an invocation into the night air. 
Macau stares at him, gaze far too intense to bear for long, and then he turns to look out at the road spilling away into the darkness ahead of them. “Chay, you know, we could - if you want - they can’t make you marry anyone if you’re already married.”
“Fuck.” Chay lets out a breath, a long, deep exhalation that carries away half the tension in his whole frame. “How are you so perfect when your family is so…”
“Shit, no idea.” Macau laughs and it’s not pleasant. “This is why I didn’t want to tell them about us. They ruin everything they touch, and I wanted to try and keep you whole as long as possible. So I’d get it, you know, if you don’t want - augh!”
Macau shrieks a little, very bravely, as Chay throws himself across the centre console and clambers eagerly if awkwardly into his lap, winding long slender brown arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely until one of them accidentally jams a knee into the horn. 
***
The hotel is not quite clean enough to be boring, and just a little too rundown to be charming. It’s the last place anyone would ever think to look for them, which means it’s Macau’s new favourite spot. He pays for one room, daring the older man behind the desk to say something about the way he has his arm wrapped around Chay’s waist, fingers tapping out a gentle rhythm on his hips. Chay’s arm is draped over his shoulder in turn, so he can lean easily into his side, soaking up his warmth. 
There’s a horrible pause where the guy hangs on to the key a little too long, and then Macau tips his chin up defiantly. His hand closes around the key and whisks it away from him. 
“We can find it ourselves,” he says. It’s not until they’re halfway down the hallway to their room that he realises the guy had absolutely no intention of helping them with their bags. 
Not that they have bags, per se. Chay has his old school backpack with him, which he’d hurriedly stuffed with a couple of pairs of underwear and some clean socks, a spare power bank for his phone and laptop, and more snacks than Macau’s seen in one place outside of a child’s birthday party. 
Macau, on the other hand, has his phone, battery currently hovering around 19%, and his wallet. 
“I thought,” Chay says defensively, when he catches Macau eyeing his stash, “that I might have to get the bus somewhere.”
Macau shrugs out of his bomber jacket and tosses it haphazardly across the room. “You shut your mouth. My fiancé doesn’t take the fucking bus.” 
“Fiancé,” Chay murmurs to himself, rolling the word around his mouth. “Shit, Cau. Are you sure?”
“I am if you are.” Macau swallows and ignores the too-fast beat of his heart. Chay’s hand wraps around his wrist, fingertips pressing gently against his pulse point. Macau loves his touch so much; he hates why they’re here, but he’d be lying if he said he hates getting this much attention from Chay all at once, after months of existing from one stolen moment to the next.
Macau’s vague idea of showering and then planning the rest of his life is quickly shelved. He’s too busy letting Chay tumble them into bed, rolling over so Chay can pin his wrists and grind his hips down. Chay licks into his mouth and then laughs at the dramatic whine he lets out when he pulls away again too soon. It’s just for show; they both know Chay would never leave him so unsatisfied. 
They make love on scratchy sheets in a cheap hotel on the outskirts of the city, because neither of them could bear to drive any further, because they both need to get their hands on each other, because Chay doesn’t mind being Macau’s dirty little secret but he’s damned if he’ll be anyone else’s husband, and because Macau has had a lifetime of watching his family destroy every good thing that wanders into its path, and he’ll be damned if he lets Chay be their next target. 
As they fall asleep curled into each other, all warm skin and slow breathing, soft lips and steady heartbeats, Chay gives Macau the other reason he couldn’t marry anyone his hia chose for him. “I want to wake up next to you. Tomorrow. All my tomorrows.”
***
Arm wakes Chay gently, shaking his shoulder and stepping back discreetly as his eyes flutter open. Years of practice avoiding the flailing arms of a recently-roused Tankhun, Chay assumes. 
“Shit. How did you find us?” he mumbles, pulling the sheets over his head. 
“I don’t know where to start. You and Khun Macau have about twelve trackers between you, not counting your phones and his credit card.” Arm tugs the sheet away and turns his tablet around; it’s a mass of blinking dots concentrated in a small cluster. 
“Where’s Macau? What have you done to him?” Chay cries when he realises he’s alone in bed. 
“It’s ok, Khun Chay, he’s just getting coffee,” Arm says. He sounds calm, but Chay’s seen him like this before and knows it doesn’t mean he’s not alert.  
“If you try and keep us apart, I’ll scream so loudly that everyone in the hotel’s gonna think you’re murdering me,” Chay says. “I’m a singer, I can do it, phi. My lungs can do things you wouldn’t believe!” He’s aware that he doesn’t look all that threatening, probably, sleep-dopey and with his hair all mussed up, but it’s worth a try. His hia raised Chay very carefully, though, and the second most important lesson he ever taught Chay was not to back down from a fight he believed in.
(The first lesson was not to start fights you can’t win, but Chay is deliberately choosing to ignore that.)
“Ah, no, it’s ok, nong,” Arm says quickly. “Look, here’s Khun Porsche, I’m sure he can explain it all better than I can.”
As the door opens, Chay snorts the snort of a man who has a deep fraternal understanding of Porsche’s ability to explain anything at all. 
“Hia!” Chay leaps off the bed and strides angrily across the room, shoving at Porsche’s shoulder before the door has even swung closed behind him. “You son-of-a-bitch! You couldn’t even tell me to my face, what the fuck!” 
“Chay – ” 
“No! NO!” Chay pushes him again, hot tears of frustration welling in his eyes and making his brother’s face mercifully blurry. “How dare you? I had to find out from Tankhun, of all people?! And it’s not until I leave that you suddenly give a damn what happens to me? Get out of my way, I’m going to find Cau and if you try to stop me, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll. I’ll fucking bite you, I don’t know!” He’s properly crying now, beating his fists uselessly against Porsche’s chest. 
“Chay,” Porsche says again, far more gently this time, and he catches Chay’s wrists before pulling him into a tight hug. “Chay, it’s ok, it’s all ok, I promise.”
“Hia!” Chay squeezes out between loud sobs. “Hia, please.”
“Arm,” Porsche says, craning to speak over Chay’s head. “Arm, I think you need to go fetch Macau now.”
***
“The thing is, Khun Chay, that while the relationship between the major and minor families is much closer these days – ”
“You mean because hia and Khun Kinn can’t keep their hands off each other,” Chay asks. He knows that’s not really why, but it’s funny to see Arm trying to work out how to answer the question in front of Porsche. He’s currently sitting on Macau’s lap, arms wound around his neck, and while he hasn’t actually growled or snapped his teeth at anyone who comes near them, his demeanour is carefully cultivated to suggest that he might.
“Uh, yeah. Yes. That’s not how I’d – but yes, I suppose Khun Kinn and Khun Porsche do have quite a noticeable physical connection,” Arm admits reluctantly. “And it’s good that they’re married. That’s great! But obviously there’s the deposed remnants of the former minor family to consider – oh. Umm. Sorry for your loss, Khun Macau – but the point is that now we all have some distance from the attempted coup, Khuns Kinn and Porsche thought that, uh.”
“They thought it would be convenient to get me married off, I know.”
“No, hang on, it wasn’t - it was just a silly thing Khun suggested, and Kinn said it - ok, yeah, he said it would be convenient, yeah, but we weren’t going to actually do anything about it!” Porsche throws his hands up in exasperation, nearly knocking the tablet out of Arm’s hands. “You didn’t have to run away on a whim, Chay!”
“Hang on, what does this have to do with Vegas and I?” Macau asks, at the same time as Chay mutters ‘It wasn’t a whim!’
“What do you mean?” Porsche asks him, leaning forward with genuine confusion on his face. (Chay recognises it from the days when he used to ask Porsche for help with his algebra homework.) “It was – the plan was – well, no, it wasn’t a plan, but Khun’s idea was that you two should marry each other.”
“Oh shit,” Macau says, squeezing Chay’s waist tightly. “Oh, shit, babe! Do you know what this means?!”
Chay wriggles around in his lap to face him, disbelief and hope warring on his face. “Is he saying what I think he’s saying?”
“I think he’s saying that they’re not gonna stop us being together, actually,” Macau says. He reaches up to stroke Chay’s face gently, running the back of his knuckles reverently along his cheekbones. 
“Hang on,” Porsche says. “Hang on, are you two – is that why you shared a room?!” He turns to stare at Arm accusingly; Arm quickly buries his head in his tablet and starts tapping away furiously. Porsche tuts and turns back to the disgraced runaways. “Macau! Did you fuck my brother last night?”
“Of course not!” Macau says quickly, and then his little gremlin grin returns. “Fun fact, phi, your baby brother is a very talented top.”
“Gah, shut up, shut the fuck up,” Porsche shouts, then covers his ears and starts humming when Macau opens his mouth to elaborate. 
“Stop antagonising him, and I’ll stop Tankhun from dressing you in cerise on our wedding day,” Chay murmurs to Macau, slapping a hand over his open mouth. Macau licks his palm, mostly out of habit, but nods his agreement. 
“It’s ok, hia, you can listen again,” Chay says. Arm leans over without looking up from his tablet and taps him on the shoulder. “I said, it’s ok. We’ve decided to take a rain check on the eloping plan today.”
“Oh, Khun Nu will be so relieved,” Arm says. “He was so worried.”
“Aww,” Chay says, willing to be far more lenient now things are going his way. “He was worried about Cau and I? That’s so sweet.”
“Oh, yes.” Arm pauses briefly. “Well. That, and he was worried he’d ordered a custom Armani for nothing.”
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ballplayersxo · 7 months
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I agree that people shouldn't just assume a black athlete doesn't automatically like black women but we can't ignore history and evidence that's staring us in the face. Black athletes choosing white woman has nothing to with how fine they are or black women's low self esteem but that society props whiteness as the most desirable for both men and women so both are seen as status symbols. A white woman who's a 4 has more social currency than a black/latin/asian woman that's a 10 because she's white. Reducing it to woc just having low self esteem or a fine babe is a fine babe when black men including black athletes have basically said this is and research into dating habits prove it is a little gaslighting but I used to think this way until I read research papers on it. It's actually an interesting topic to read about.
you’re not wrong and i agree with beauty standards/white supremacy impacting dating habits/desirablity, however i don’t believe in automatically subscribing to these ideas by default. i’m doing a sociology + women’s studies minor so believe me when i say i’m more than familiar with these topics as well, however i don’t believe in internalizing them. doing that just makes them win. like i said, we can recognize patterns and act accordingly, but we have to be very careful in how we talk about desirability because bw and girls on this page should not internalize the idea that their colour alone is gonna rule them out as an option. are things more difficult for us because of these standards? absolutely, but should we lay down and die and become depressed when we aren’t “picked” by a certain athlete? should we assume that we are going to be seen as less attractive automatically? i don’t think so.
i think bw and girls should strive to look their best and believe they are the most beautiful since society wont do it for us. there’s always gonna be people who overlook us, but that doesn’t mean we have to use those histories to project the future. look your best, shoot your shot, and see where things take you. at the end of the day theory and practice are two very different things, so be careful not to academia your way into a negative self-perception.
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cottonkendi · 2 years
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My Princess
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MASTERLIST
Akashi Senju x f!Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Established Relationship
Warning: Spoilers, Cursed words, reader is tall cause i’m not.
Synopsis: Your ruined date with your beloved girlfriend.
a/n: posting a random fic from my drafts because I'm still writing the last bonus chapter ksksksk
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Shuffling around, Senju can’t help but tug on her skirt, scrutinizing her reflection as she tries to decide whether she should wear this or that.
Have her hair up or down.
Makeup or no makeup.
Sneakers or heels.
God.
She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do now that she decided to change it up a bit for your date with her. It’s the first time she’s dressed like this. What if you make fun of her? What if you don’t like it?
Oh my god.
What if you like it BETTER than her usual outfits?!
Senju feels like she’s about to lose her mind, the date taking a toll on her more than actual gang issues.
Grunting, she finally gives up on glaring at herself and opts to just ask the opinion of her brother and his friends.
Stomping downstairs, she spots the three men lounging in the living room, talking about future plans for Brahman. They all look so serious and into the conversation but alas, Senju doesn’t care.
She’s the leader of Brahman, she can stop a Brahman meeting whenever she wants.
So, with absolute no shame, she strides in the middle of the room, hand help up in front of her brother’s face which successfully makes the conversation die down.
“Yes? Do you need anything?” Takeomi asks, removing the cigarette between his lips as he looks up at his sister who looks exceptionally dressed today.
Nodding her head, she lowers her hand and gives a little twirl. “Do you think Y/N’s gonna like this?”
The three men are left to watch her walk around the living room, absolutely clueless on what they’re supposed to be criticizing.
Upon the men’s silence, Senju faces them once more, irritation starting to grow in her chest at their blank looks. “C’mon! Is it a good outfit or not? You think she’s gonna like it? Should I change back to my uniform? Tell me! Takemichi helped me pick this ‘cause he said that his girlfriend likes these kinds of things so I trusted him but what if Y/N doesn’t like it?”
Insecurity bubbles in her chest when the three grown men all look at each other, still clueless on what to say after her little rant about what happened the other day when Takemichi went out with her.
Just as Senju was about to give up on getting their insights, they decided to speak up.
“The colour looks nice.” Keizo comments though he looks like he’s not sure on what he just said.
“The skirt goes well with the top?” Wakasa mumbles, also a little confused.
Lastly, Takeomi sighs, standing up and heading to his sister.
He didn’t think that there will come a time where his sister will actually ask him about fashion advice and yet here he is. At the age of 27, with his friends surrounding him, he’s met with his sister going through her teenage problems.
So, with all the wisdom he’s acquired throughout the years, he shares his wisdom.
“Look, Y/N won’t probably care-”
“That’s not helping! You’re making it look like she doesn’t care about me.”
Maybe he wasn’t so wise afterall.
With a deep sigh, Takeomi slumps his shoulders, crossing his arms against his chest while closing his eyes in exhaustion. He’s supposed to be thinking about what to do for the upcoming gang war, not think about what to say about his sister’s outfit.
“Alright, here’s the plan. If Y/N doesn’t like your outfit or makes you cry, we beat her up-”
Damn, Takeomi just can’t talk today.
With the front door swinging open, Takeomi gets cut off once more, your form appearing in front of the four stressed out gang members while you greet your girlfriend’s brother. “You’re planning on beating me up? That’s not very nice, old man. Besides, how are you gonna beat me up when your arthritis kicks in every few minutes?” You tease while quickly walking over to your girlfriend, eyes widening a little at her very cute outfit, reminding yourself to mention it later when her protective older brothers aren't around before throwing your arm over her shoulder and pressing a light kiss on her head.
With your intimidating height, a centimetre taller than Takeomi, it’s become a habit of greeting her with a kiss on the head instead of the lips due to multiple reasons.
One being you like teasing her about how your back aches too much when you try to bend down to kiss her.
Second, the three adult men in the room with you right now can’t handle seeing you kiss their ‘younger sister’ on the lips. You call bullshit. They’re probably just jealous that their younger sister has someone to kiss unlike them.
You usually get hit on the head everytime you say that though, so you opt to just stay quiet for today, already running late for your little date with Senju.
“I’m never nice when it comes to you. You always give me unnecessary stress. You shave off years of my life with every word that comes out of your mouth.” Takeomi points out, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he gives you a look, already trudging to the couch where his friends are.
You would’ve been very offended if you didn’t know just how fond the three men are when it comes to you. Having known them since you were 10, you know that they’re all just emotionally constipated older brothers who are too awkward to actually be sincere with their feelings.
Again. You stay quiet, opting to not get hit by the ‘God of War’, ‘White Leopard’ or ‘Redcliff’ or whatever nickname they got when they were younger. So, with a cheeky smile, you wave goodbye, leading your quiet girlfriend out of their house.
Though before you can actually leave the threshold, you can hear Wakasa reminding you of their ‘rules’. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Looking back, you show them a pout to which they cringe at. “Does that mean I can’t even kiss Senju?”
“Shit.” You whisper under your breath, hurriedly leading Senju to your motorcycle when you see a glimpse of the two men - Keizo decided that he will not be taking part in today’s clownery - running towards you with what looks to be a pair of slippers, ready to hit you with the power of gang veterans in their veins.
Quickly getting on the bike, you make sure that Senju’s ready before driving off, a sigh of relief leaving you when the two men watch you in disdain, a few feet away from where your motorcycle was parked.
It only took a few minutes for you to arrive at the shopping district, planning on being the cliche girlfriend and buying the both of you matching rings just because you think it’s cute. It will also be useful during gang fights.
Once parked, you help Senju off the bike and start walking to the shop. Though while doing so, you try to keep a close eye on your unusually quiet girlfriend. She’s been like this ever since you arrived. It worries you.
“Senju, are you alright? You’ve been unusually quiet. Did I do something wrong? Did I piss off Takeomi too much today?” Concern washes over you when you try to make her look at you only for her to deliberately look away.
Chewing on your lip, you lean down, hands cupping her face and forcing her to look at you. “Senju, will you talk to me, please? What happened? What’s bothering you?”
With her big blue eyes staring right at you, she gives you a few seconds of silence before answering. “Did you notice?” That’s the only thing she asks you which only makes you more confused.
“Notice what? That you’ve been very quiet? Yeah, I did notice.”
A pout makes its way to her lips at your answer, arms crossing as she gives you a look. “So you didn’t notice at all.” Clicking her tongue, she looks away from you. “And to think I spent so much time picking my outfit.”
At the mention of the outfit, your mouth forms an ‘o’, realization hitting you hard. “Aw, princess~ Of course I noticed your new outfit. I just wasn’t able to mention it at first since I was worried about you being unusually quiet.” Hugging her, you lightly nuzzle her hair, enjoying the soft and bouncy feel as you play with it a little. “You don’t have to be all sulky, little princess~”
Senju hugs you back as soon as you do, pouty lips against your neck as you lean down for her. “Did you really notice it?” She asks, voice sounding all cute and pouty. It makes your heart all excited and mush at the same time.
You really do have such a cute girlfriend.
“I did~ I was thinking that you probably bought it recently since I don’t remember seeing it in your closet whenever I come over. I was also going to ask if you wanted to buy some more clothes today for our date since I was planning on going on a shopping spree with you, buy all those mint chocolate ice cream~ ”
At the mention of the ice cream, her eyes immediately lit up, cheeks puffing as she looks up at you, lips turning into a grin as she ever so carefully wrapped her arms around your neck as best as she could. “Are you really?” It almost looks like her eyes are sparkling as she waits for you to answer.
Rolling your eyes, you pinch both of her cheeks which makes her drop her arms off of your neck, sparkly eyes dimming down a little as she gives you an annoyed pout. “You big baby, only loving me for free ice cream, eh?” Gently pushing her against the wall behind her, you tower over her small form as you let go of her cheeks and rest your arm above her head, further making her look even smaller. “Be honest, I’m not just your ice cream momm-”
Before you can even finish your sentence, you feel a swift but weak kick on your side, the sudden attack making your body go on autopilot as warning bells sound in your head. Hands automatically form into fists as you punch the person who kicked you.
You manage to land a swift punch to their head, successfully knocking them down to the ground.
Peering down on him, you glower on the dishevelled blond, barely hearing Senju’s shocked yelp. “You got a problem, huh? Tell me, what gang are you in. Your boss sent you to get me?” You start interrogating, further intimidating the petite boy before you though you’re slightly amused when you see him trying to hide his fear.
Scoffing, you’re about to squat down and take a hold of his hair when Senju wraps her hands around your arm, stopping you from your usual interrogation tactics for Brahman. “Y/N, don’t! That’s the new recruit, Hanagaki Takemichi, he’s the former Toman member that I was telling you about.”
“Takemichi?” Looking down at the quivering blond, you squint your eyes, seeing the scar on his hand, remembering the little story that went around 2 years ago about him stopping the Moebius VS Toman fight.
You’re not sure just how accurate the storytelling was, especially when you’re faced with the supposed hero of the story who looks like he’s about to throw up from fear, but you decide that you’ll just ask him later.
Humming, you finally let Senju pull you away, letting Takemichi stand up and brush his clothes off.
Once he’s finally not shaking, you start asking him questions, your hand resting on Senju’s shoulder, pulling her closer to you. “So, why’d you kick me, Takemichi? You wanna get up the ranks in Brahman already? If so, you should have just sent me a request, I would’ve taken you on in the underground ring.”
At your words, Takemichi’s eyes comically widen, his head vigorously shaking from left to right while he shakes his hands in front of him. “No no no! That’s not it! I just, I saw you cornering Senju and thought that you were trying to kidnap her or something. I thought that you were from Rokuhara Tandai.”
Unexpectedly, a laugh bubbles in your throat, amusement flashing in your eyes as you see Takemichi still watching you.
By now, Senju has let go of your arm though she’s still glued to your side, a relaxed smile on her lips as she rests her head under your arm. “You don’t have to protect me from her, gofer, she’s my girlfriend. She’s the interrogation specialist of Brahman that I’ve been telling you about.” Your girlfriend proudly explains which only makes your heart hurt ‘cause how is your girlfriend so cute and badass at the same time?
Unlike her brother who’s about to fall over from hypertension and arthritis.
Snorting at the thought, you feel Senju nudging you with her elbow as she gestures over at Takemichi’s outstretched and shaking hand.
“Oh right, sorry. I was too caught up with my thoughts. L/N Y/N, Brahman’s Interrogation Specialist, Consultant and Senju’s 2 year girlfriend. Nice to meet you, former Toman Captain.” Shaking his hand, you almost cringe at the feeling of his sweaty palm.
Subtly wiping your palm on your shirt, you offer another smile. “Well, it was nice to meet you but we really need to go, we have a date to get to-”
You’re cut off by your phone ringing in your pocket.
With an annoyed sigh, you remove your arm from its resting place on top of Senju’s head and take your phone, an annoyed groan leaving your lips when you see Takeomi’s number. Pressing ‘answer’, you quickly put it to your ear.
“Takeomi, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to worry too much when we’re on a date alone. You don’t have to follow us around like a weird overprotective brother-”
“No time for jokes Y/N, Rokuhara Tandai members are on their way, the two of you need to get back here. Now.” The call ends before you can say anything else.
Clicking your tongue, you put your phone back in your pocket, eyes meeting Senju’s worried blue irises. “Guess we won’t be having our date today then. Rokuara’s on their way.”
Takemichi lets out a surprised squeak as Senju starts leading the two of you back to your motorcycle, all signs of excitement for your supposed date now gone with the mere mention of the rival gang.
Looking back at the blond, you gesture for him to go as well. “You should either go to the hideout or go back home, the fight seems like it’s about to get bloody.”
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myeoning-call · 1 year
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𝒜 𝒮𝑒𝒶 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇
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Full of sharks? So what? You were determined this time to dive in and find the treasure. It was a personal challenge; and eternal glory as being the one who found it when displayed in a museum was totally your style.
Meanwhile in the depths of the mysterious ocean other things more dangerous than just sharks swam by...
𓆠 AU: Merman!AU 🧜🏻‍♂️ / Treasure hunter!AU 🤿 𓆠 Pairing: Suho (EXO) x Female Reader   𓆠 Genre: Fantasy/Suggestive 
Masterlist
As part of The SMCU collab organised by @taem-min​
- The theme of this collab is SMCU. That is, you are required to pick a member from SM Entertainment, pick a MV, and base your story on the storyline of the MV. You an also use some of the bigger theories around which the SMCU is based on.
“A Sea Flower” based on ‘Countdown #Suho’ Teaser and ‘Electric Kiss’ MV by EXO
𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠𓆠
Maybe the impulse didn’t make you think that it wasn’t such a good idea to be with two total strangers in the middle of the ocean who offered you the boat ride for really cheap. You didn’t really know what they were saying as you didn’t speak the language, but the way they started laughing and making very uncomfortable hand gestures suggested that right now you weren’t safe. Your phone of course had zero coverage and it was either them or the waters infested by sharks.
What to do? How could you be so reckless?
“Please don’t come closer!” You begged, extending your hands.
They both laughed louder coming for you. This was it. When you felt one of the men at your back typing your poor wrists together while the other licked his lips, disgustingly so, you decided that it was far better to die by hungry sharks and not be touched by hungry men. This couldn’t be happening.
“Look!” You genuinely yelled when you saw something shiny and pink swim underneath the boat.
They both saw it and for a moment they let you go to look over the gunwale after they both gasped. You could’ve tried and found something to defend yourself with, but instead, you were just as hypnotised going to the gunwale yourself to try and catch a glimpse of the moving sparkly thing that went from side to side.
What was that thing? Was it dangerous?
You went to look inside your bag for your camera to catch something, anything while it kept moving, but just when you were ready to take a picture the boat seemed to have bumped into something, making your camera fall overboard.
“MY CAMERA!” You screamed remembering the endless instalments to finally make it yours.
As you extended your arm uselessly the sparkle got more visible, as if not afraid of being filmed anymore coming closer. One more bump on the boat and you were next in the water feeling a pull of your arm and an indescribable speed, bubbles and lack of oxygen…
Was this your end?
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“But you have to understand that because your tail is one of the rarest in our species, you’re the one who must always and at all costs stay deep in the ocean.” Minho reprimended. “My tail is a dark purple and easy to camouflage. There’s no other reason why I was chosen as a safety keeper, Suho.”
“I don’t care! I hate it here like this! I don’t want to just be the prince of the seven seas who hasn’t swam outside the palace grounds.”
“Suho.” Xiumin cleared his throat. “Ahm… your tail literally glows in the dark and it’s freaking pink.”
“Thanks for reminding me. I totally forgot about that.” Suho replied sarcastically, making all the guys laugh.
“Not only his tail.” Kai added innocently. “His full body is so-”
“Kai!” Taemin yelled. “Keep quiet please.” He whispered for his buddy to not add anymore salt to the wound.
“Not everyone can have these pretty dark colours.” Minho joked.
“You should be busy thinking about your marriage though. Why are you all so upset all of a sudden about your situation, Suho?” Sehun inquired.
“I’m not getting married to a mermaid I don’t know, and before anyone cleverly asks me to get to know her. It’s a no! NO~!
“I think we should let Suho rest for a bit.” Minho suggested pushing everyone outside Suho’s chambers.
No one seemed to understand what was going on with Suho lately. It wasn’t the issue with his glittery scales or his body that irradiated light everywhere he swam. Suho’s heart was feeling tight lately, so tight that he felt he was going to explode if he didn’t just swim out of his window and to the surface that moment.
Suho watched his friends leave the palace as he swam upwards. He never in his entire life dared do such a thing disguised, needless to say he would never have thought of doing it in the presence of all the palace, including his friends and the safety guards. He heard numerous calls from everyone, even the danger wave calls were set off, who only sea creatures could hear knowing something big was happening.
Suho was determined to at least die this way and not just in his chambers from heart pain, and his decision wasn’t in vain.
After swimming kilometres and losing a dozen safety guards in his way, he finally felt at ease when he devised what he heard and read about. A boat floating above him sent him calling waves. Indescribable ones that sounded in his ear. Female fast heartbeats of fear. Each one calling his name asking to be rescued by him and only him. Suho had never felt this way like at that very right moment. Not when he had all the mermaids of the kingdom and the far seas attend the ball his father had organised. Every mermaid of every colour and shape was there, and even if he undeniably liked the attention and how all eyes were on him, what he was feeling right now was stronger than all that, a hundred times stronger.
Suho needed to meet the source of all the feelings he was feeling.
He swam right and left hearing the pleas of a female in danger, most probably what they called a human. The horror stories about the species that killed all living things in the ocean as well as trash it and make use of it cruelly. Surprisingly the only other species to have been known to mate with the merfolk according to history. However, never presenced by any of his ancestors or the royal family.
Suho felt uneasy. How could he possibly get outside the water? He couldn’t breathe there and maybe he’d die if the burning light from the golden sphere where humans got their energy from. It was said merfolk couldn’t be exposed to it. Even with all those dangers, Suho was still wanting to see this female calling him.
Unknowing of what else to do Suho hit the boat with his tail with all his power. He swam to the other side hitting again making a small artefact fall in the water. He caught it getting extremely close to the surface, and just then he saw a glimpse of the female calling him, thinking, if he cannot go to the surface, he’ll make sure to bring her instead.
She won’t be needing that golden burning thing, all she needed was right beneath her.
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“Shhh. Don’t move a muscle, there are two hungry massive sharks outside.” You heard a melodic voice and a pair of arms around you. These ones were soft to the touch and welcomed.
You didn’t move. You were just appreciating how you were underwater, unneeding oxygen, understanding a language that you didn't speak, and how despite how strange this all was you felt at ease being hugged by a sea creature. You could appreciate the sparkle as well.  He literally eradicated light. Everything around you was shining somehow. That's how you felt safe even though there were sharks outside of the cave you were in with this creature that had human arms but a fishtail. You had a million questions but you didn't want to disturb your saviour/capturer.
“They’re not going to move anytime soon. Your odour is way too strong.”
Did he mean you stinked? You knew it wasn’t time to get offended, afterall, you didn’t know what was holding and giving you the ability to breathe underwater.
“I’m going to have to get out and distract the sharks. Stay here till it’s safe to take you back where you belong.” He explained.
He removed his arms from around you feeling your chest heavy and choking. You turned around to face him with a million thoughts combined. How was this creature so absolutely mesmerising? How did he lit the cave with his existence? How did he have such beautiful human features but a shiny fishtail? And why did you feel like you were drowning?
“You can’t breathe.” He stated looking worried. “Alright, I’ve never done this before in my life, but I know it works. Will you let me?” He pointed at your mouth. “I just want to help, I have to put my mouth over yours-”
He didn’t finish his sentence when it was you who attached your lips to his like a passionate kiss position. He corrected you by taking control, opening his mouth in a way that your lips were no longer visible. He blew on your mouth feeling instant relief and the ability to breathe even better than when he had you between his arms. He detached himself relieved knowing that it worked.
“I’ll go fix things. Please don’t leave the cave until I’m back.”
You nodded watching him swim with such elegance, his tail blending with the water making it glittery. The sharks following him hypnotised.
You rewinded everything that happened in the last 30 minutes, and it made absolutely no sense. The silence and the darkness of the place you were in not helping the cause and your nerves.
How were you able to swim the way you did and more importantly, breathe underwater? Were you just kissed by a merman? Or better said, did you just kiss a merman? What was happening? What was this situation?
As your mind went crazy with questions you were faced by yet another out of this world creature, just like the one you just  kissed. This one seemed bigger but just as handsome. He was tan and his tail was a dark shade of purple. Handsome and breathtaking, however his demeanour was not as friendly, no kisses were to be exchanged with this one. His frown visible and the sharp, harpoon pointed right at you.
“Are you a human? How are you able to breathe? Did you creatures manage to create an artefact that allows you to breathe like we do? Or are you perhaps not a human? Identify yourself right this instant!”
“I am a human. A good human though.” You extended your hands in front of you. “One of your friends gave me the ability to breathe underwater and even speak your language. I’m harmless, I come in peace.”
“Suho? Where is he?” He came closer with the harpoon almost touching your throat. “If you touched a single scale of him I’ll make sure to make you suffer before I send you back to those savages.”
“No, no no no. You got it all wrong. I fell off my boat and some sharks were coming and then, Suho? Is that his name? He just offered his help and he asked me to wait here. That’s all, I swear.”
“MINHO!” You heard Suho yell swimming right in front of you in a protective manner. “Put that thing down! Now!”
“How can you trust those creatures? Have you not learned anything? You even gave her powers! Your parents wouldn’t be so happy to learn all this.” Minho sighed, lowering the harpon.
“It just happened! I didn’t plan this.”
“Would you care to explain? What made you do such a thing?”
“I need to see some things, Minho.”
“And I need to report this to your father.” Minho swam away.
Suho held your wrist swimming behind him. “Listen to me, friend!” He stopped him from swimming any further. “Nothing is going to happen to me.” Suho smiled. “Give me till darkness, and I’ll be back.”
“If by the dark line you’re not back, I’ll tell your father.” Minho threatened. “And you.” He pointed at you. “Don’t dare…”
“Minho.” Suho held both his forearms for him to look at him. “Trust me.” He hugged him, squeezing him exaggeratedly making you giggle.
“Hey! Stop it! Your female creature here might get the wrong idea.”
“I love you.” Suho blurted.
“Yeah yeah. Just be careful.” Minho swam away giving you another show with his beautiful dark purple tail, as if turning the water into a darker shade as he swam away.
“Are you alright?” Suho asked you. “Can you still breathe alright? Anything hurting you?”
You shook your head. “But I guess I can’t stay here forever.”
“I guess not. You don’t even look like the humans I’ve seen above us. I look more like them than you do.” Suho scrunched his nose thinking.
“That is because I’m not from Korea.” You explained. “The land above us is called Korea. I come from a very far land, very far from here.”
“I see.” He nodded his head. “My name is Suho.”
“I’m ___, very nice to meet you and thank you for saving me, Suho. But why did you? I didn’t think your kind is real, meaning that humans usually have accidents like mine and they’re never saved by merfolk.”
“Do you trust me?” Suho asked, taking your hand. “I mean, I just like you said broke all the rules to save you, so you should trust me.”
“I do trust you, but I won’t forget what I asked you. I need an answer.”
“Then come with me. I’ll swim fast, so it might be too much for your wrist. Would you like to ride on my back?”
“Oh?”
“Are you shy? After you kissed me?” He smirked.
You looked away covering your face. “I was short of breath.”
“Alright, that excuse can work. So I’ll be the one bringing you to my back. Unless you want me to hold you at my chest.” He pointed and you followed his hand and you wished you didn’t.
So distracting…
“I guess I’m also good to look at even for your kind.” He smiled beautifully. “That’ll make things easier for me, because you’re very nice to look at even without a tail.”
“Alright, so if we’re going to be swimming I need to take off a few layers of clothing, and as you’re a merman you won’t be scandalised.”
“Clothing?” Suho scrunched his nose in question.
“These things that I’m wearing. I can’t move.” You explained removing your jacket, your shirt and even your pants looking like you were almost fighting with them, Suho finding it extremely amusing and laugh worthy.
“Do all humans undress this way?” He covered his mouth.
“It’s because I’m wet. Fabric is super hard to remove wet on the body.”
He nodded amused with all the information you provided.
“Now I’m free.” You announced coming closer behind him, feeling a little bit embarrassed, even though he wasn’t a male of your kind, you thought he still was a male.
A very powerful one at that.
“You’re taking my back then?” He asked, pulling your arms at his neck. You confirmed bringing your knees at his sides, an action he flinched from finding your bare legs attractive in a very strange way, indulging the feeling under his fingertips. “Hold on tight.” He announced swimming at the speed of wind.
You were unable to see anything despite your new acquired underwater vision. His speed was indescribable, so much so that you figured you could have travelled across the seven seas feeling the water getting warm and cold and everything in between.
“Suho.” You rested your head on his shoulder, your voice sounding cute and desperate inside his ear. “Are we there yet?”
Suho stopped to look at you. You were extremely dizzy from the movement, perhaps Suho underestimated that you were still human no matter what powers he gave you. He lifted you bridal style slowly swimming upwards till you were out of the water. He swam further to the deserted shore pushing you with his hands till he no longer could push, his body completely out as you lay on the white sands.
“We are, open your eyes.”
You slowly did sitting upwards finding yourself in a paradise-like place, all while Suho was on his belly looking at your face as he folded his arms.
“Where are we?”
“This is the only human world place I am able to see. It’s because it’s virgin and no real threats can be encountered.” He explained making eye contact with him for the first time out of the water. “I have tried some of your delicious food and even the heat of that thing I can’t look at. Did you know merfolk think we burn if we get out of the water?” He stopped talking as he smiled. “Why are you looking at me like that? I thought you got used to my shape already.”
“It’s because I feel I’m dreaming and I don’t want to forget the features of the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” You simply stated.
Suho smiled, turning around, propping himself till he was seated next to you. “I could say exactly the same.”
“I don’t believe you, you merfolk are beautiful, even your friend Minho, so your girls must be stunning.”
“They are but no nothing caught my eye like you did.” He admitted looking ahead.
“So, do you kiss? As an act of affection? Can I kiss you, Suho, even though I’m not short of breath?”
“Kiss?” He rubbed his chin. “I’ve only heard of married merfolk kissing as an act of affection, and we… well we’re not even the same species, having said that I know that soon you’ll have to really place your lips over mine to be able to breathe. Saving me like I did.”
“But that’s still kissing.” You smiled. “We can do it for saving and pleasure purposes.”
“Then so be it.” He leaned over capturing your lips himself. “What else is to do?” He broke the kiss feeling energetic, just then you realised he had gotten rid of his fish tail being replaced by a pair of very human legs, and…
“SUHO!” You pointed, covering your mouth after gasping at his bareness and the new addition at his crotch area.
“Wow!” He admired. “It’s hard.” He commented feeling himself. “I guess you can teach me how to use this.” He smiled at you pulling you underneath him.
“NOOO!” You yelled at the top of your lungs when the alarm of your phone rang. “WHY CAN’T I EVER FINISH A DAMN JUNMYEON DREAM!?”
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You were beyond pissed that morning. Ready to fight the people on the bus while you commuted to work.
Work…
Where your colleague and researcher was none other than Kim Junmyeon. Gay and taken by Choi Minho. Both sent from Korea for six months and your frustration was like no one’s when he directed you a greeting.
Today it was busier than usual, a full school was visiting the marine research centre and you couldn’t stand anything or anyone, so you decided to have your lunch at the canteen at the very far tables next to the kitchen where it was stuffy and humid, where no one would bother you there, right?
“Escaping the little children?”
You were startled by his melodic voice and cute English making you choke on the cereal bar. A nut landing just right at his shoulder when you turned to face him while his boyfriend laughed over your misery.
Perfect, the day couldn’t go any worse.
“I’m sorry.” You stood to wipe his shirt.
“Don’t be. My mistake after all.”
“Are you sick, ___? You have such dark circles.” Minho mentioned lowering his tray in front of you on the table taking a seat uninvited.
“So smooth, asshole!” Junmyeon slapped his back. “Don’t mind him, ___. I apologise.”
“Not at all. Your boyfriend is right. I had the most roughest night last night.”
Minho pushed his chair backwards, laughing loudly, almost falling to the floor. “WHAT?”
“Ahmm, Minho is not my boyfriend. What makes you say that?” Junmyeon frowned after he rolled his eyes at Minho’s behaviour.
“What, babe? Come here.” Minho kissed Junmyeon’s cheek.
“Fucktard! Stop it!” Junmyeon pushed him. “I’m serious, ___.”
“It’s exactly that.” You explained. “You’re so… close.”
“We’re both straight and single.” Junmyeon defended.
“Wearing makeup, kissing your friends, sleeping in the same bed and even having showers together doesn't make a person gay. We don’t have fragile masculinity.” Minho added.
“Choi Minho.” Junmyeon ran his hand over his face. “Can you please stop?”
“I don’t know how it is over in Korea, but I swear you’re fine being open here.” You took your tray aiming to leave.
“Minho.” Junmyeon spoke, holding your hand. “Can you please leave us alone?”
You looked at his hand holding yours puzzled. You watched Minho take his tray winking at you taking his leave.
“What the fuck?” You pulled your hand free taking your tray sprinting out of the canteen even before Minho did.
You went to the quiet room, where the fish tanks were lit and felt nice and quiet. You wanted to understand what just happened. Maybe you were imagining things. Did Junmyeon hold your hand asking Minho to leave?
“___.” You heard him from the door, almost asking permission to enter. “Why did you leave?” You turned to face him watching how he came towards where you stood.
“I’m just stressed. I apologise if I made you uncomfortable.”
“I'm not uncomfortable.”
“I don’t understand anything.” You held your temples. “I’ve liked you since you set foot in the research centre. I’ve been dreaming of you every night without a grand finale. You’re just so… close to Minho so I assumed you were together and you just turned everything upside down as if nothing.”
“I like you too.” He held your chin. “Can I kiss you?”
He didn’t expect a reply and instead he tilted his head giving you an Electric Kiss.
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A/N: So here it is mersuhito. Like the endless stories about him in my head ㅠㅠ
Thanks for reading!
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My 2013 Hipster soul would die that I'm admitting this, but I have realised that I am a Standard Issue Bisexual Woman.* I will progress with some facts about myself that I deem relevant to proving this point.
Physical appearance:
Nose ring(s) - I have a nostril hoop and a septum ring (and too many ear piercings).
Coloured hair - presently, my hair is my natural blonde because I needed a break from dying my hair, BUT usually, my hair is a fun color (I like pink and purple on myself the most).
Tattoos - while tattoos are very common now (perhaps like the above two bullet points), my current tattoos are a saguaro cactus, the goddess Athena, a celestial snake, and a sword which I've been told is extraordinarily Bisexual™️.
Clothes - I generally wear either waisted mom jeans / jorts with a Hawaiian shirt OR I dress like a '70s witch (think Stevie Nicks but in '70s orange / rust as well as black).
Interests:
I'm a historian specialising in women's history, in particular during Ancient Greece, the Tudor Period, and the Regency Era. Need I say more?
I sew historical costumes (but recreationally and paid for a theatre), and I used to be on cast at a Renaissance Festival until I moved for college.
I both write and read avidly; presently, I've been gouging myself on Dramione fanfiction (both writing and reading).
This one might be a little out there, but hear me out. Rock climbing, specifically bouldering. This community is (in my experience as a climber in California) filled with hippie, granola bisexuals of all genders and (unfortunately) toxic straight men.
Additional Facts:
My partner is also bisexual.
We (I) have a cat.
Favourite (Romance) Tropes:
Enemies to Lovers - I feel that the majority of female readership looking for this dynamic is probably queer. I think a lot of us are Austen-lovers at heart, so who can resist a good old Lizzy / Darcy romance?
Idiots in Love - aren't we, the chronically indecisive and burned-out ex-Gifted Kids who are natural people pleasers, unable to recognise the difference between 'just being nice' and flirting?
Basically to sum up the previous two, Slow Burn.
Basically, I wish I could say I'm Quirky and Unique, but unfortunately, I picked the Basic Package when I got my membership papers for the Bisexual Club.
*My pronouns are She/They. Calling myself a woman is the easiest thing, though that doesn't fully represent how I feel about my gender.
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