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Are You Here to Stop Me? –Ch. 7 [Peony to Lotus!Verse, Yaoli]

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[Ao3 Series]

[CW: Mention of blood, canon and era typical internalized ableism and misogyny from Yanli]

"You're sure you don't need me to get your parasol, furen?"

Yanli opened her eyes to the buttery autumn sun and smiled up at her maid, who hovered by her elbow like a nervous bird. "A-Si, I’m fine--” she began to insist, gently.

But the girl was already spinning, hurrying away up the garden path and calling back over her shoulder; “I’d better get it, just in case! I’ll be right back!”

With a sigh of fond surrender, Yanli settled back into her heavily cushioned chair, hands resting on her stomach. Nothing moved inside, yet, and it was no more round than it ever was, but there was life there. Wen Qing--Qing-mei, as she had begun to call her in the weeks they had spent so much time together--was certain of it.

Yanli was certain of it, now, as well. In the weeks following the diagnosis, she had felt the changes beginning, quite apart from her the recovery symptoms of lingering wet heaviness in her chest. There was the horrid nausea and sickness in the mornings, the aversion to foods she once loved, a craving for foods of a strange combination. Her belly didn’t look any different, but it certainly felt fuller. And she was so tired. Wen Qing had assured her and A-Yao that it was normal when she was recovering as well as metabolizing for 2.

And ever since the fact had “accidentally” gotten its way around to the rest of her family, as well as the Wen, the servants, and disciples, she was being treated as if she might trip and fall to pieces at any moment--treatment which she amiably bore. Even if it was excessive. Would such pampering really go on for 9 whole months? Her health had always been fragile but now, she hardly had a moment alone!

“You’ve hardly grown at all, yet, and everyone is taking such good care of you,” she murmured down to her own belly, slowly rubbing it.

She wasn’t certain exactly how news got out, as she and A-Yao had intended to wait the 3 customary months to announce the pregnancy--but somehow, everyone in Lotus Pier now knew. She might have suspected A-Xian, with his mischievous streak as wide as the lake, or A-Cheng, who was truly terrible at keeping any secret back from his face; but it just as well might have been given away by the fact that she couldn’t stop cradling her middle or the way that A-Yao’s doting attention on her had increased tenfold.

Besides, A-Xian was far too preoccupied working himself ragged reviving poor Wen Ning, and A-Cheng too busy entrenched in the steps of that cutthroat political dance he must perform to gossip with anyone. It took all of their attention just to keep this whole affair afloat.

She let out a sigh, watching her belly rise and fall with her breath, the tiny purple beads on her hanfu sparkling with every movement. They were all now in an uncomfortable stalemate—which, she supposed, was better than one of the alternatives, being outright war. From what she heard of the initial meeting, it had been tense and heavy, just barely above outright threats. Yanli was just as happy not to have been in any shape to go to Koi Tower and have to face anyone there. A-Cheng seemed incredibly stressed about the outcome, from what she had seen of him, and Yao seemed unhappy, but simply assured her that it was to be expected, assured them all that his father was keeping a wary eye on the other Sects. Jin Guangshan was too politically savvy, he said, to act purely from anger. They still had time to maneuver. And other meetings scheduled.

Even then, they had received plenty of correspondence of outrage, from rival and allied Sects alike—some even from their own people. They had not forgotten the pain of being occupied as a Supervisory Office. The wounds of the loss of all of those in the Lotus Pier compound were not even scarred over, yet, still red and furious. A-Yao was doing things behind the scenes to work on public opinion, but had once described it as carefully walking a tightrope. Yanli would agree, and secretly add that it felt as if it were one high in the air, above crashing waters and hungry mouths. The Jiang still held a strong standing in the jianghu, solid reputation held there equally by the legacy of their parents and A-Cheng's monumental success in the rebuilding of their Sect at his age.

But the children of the Jiang knew better than anyone, save perhaps the other Clans wiped out by the Qishan Wen, to never rely on that remaining true. They were not safe yet. There were miles yet to go, in this.

She wished she could be of more help, but she was still too weak to do much else besides be led about to bask in the shade, as she did now. Today was the first time in a long time she had felt well enough to consider reading, or perhaps embroidery. Maybe even cooking something simple, if she had help. And, in truth, there was not much she could do amidst the street gambler’s Shell Game they were attempting to pull with the Wen amidst the already complicated match of go they always played with the rest of the jianghu.

And so, the leak of who told who about the pregnancy remained a mystery. It didn’t truly bother her; the excitement and congratulations, A-Yuan’s sweet, probing questions. She was just as relieved to be able to not have to keep a secret on top of the upwelling of emotions that swamped her daily. Elation. Terror. Anticipation. Pride. Anxiety. Satisfaction. And, of course, love.

Most of all love.

She had hardly been able to properly absorb what Wen Qing was saying that day, to express the elation and terror that coursed through her--and through A-Yao as well, if the shock in his pale face had been anything to go by--before Qing-mei had somehow herded him out of their room after A-yuan and closed the door firmly behind them. “Jiang-furen,” she had said, coming to sit on the edge of her bed. There was an edge of steel in her face and tone that was nowhere to be found in the gentle hands that folded around Yanli's own. “Please, speak freely. Tell me the truth. Is this what you want?”

Exhaustion had sapped into her bones, as wet and heavy as her breath. “Is…what?” she had trailed off, dizzy.

Wen Qing, seeing this, had first helped her settle back down flat onto her pillows. When the gnawing swirling in her gut and head had abated, slightly, Qing-mei continued, unflinchingly; “This pregnancy. If this isn't what you want, there are ways I can help you that no one will be able to detect. If you are being pressured by Jin Guangyao to--”

“What? A-Yao?“ Yanli had repeated on a laugh more of startlement than humor that had turned into a coughing fit.

As it had squeezed her already sore middle, a strange, aware panic had suddenly overcome her--would coughing so hard hurt the pregnancy? She had curled around her stomach and tried to stifle them, with limited success. From now on, she would be housing another that would share in her discomforts. The thought was…unimaginable.

When the coughing had finally passed, she had gasped, weakly, “Ah, oh no, no…this was planned, we both want to start…. I...we didn't expect...I'm just surprised, I suppose.”

The worried disbelief on Qing-mei’s face had made her close her eyes in weariness, praying for patience and words enough to convince her. She would not live through another well meaning woman trying to pry her marriage apart at the seams because they did not think he deserved her. How to explain to them a husband who laid every choice at her feet? How to properly convey just how safe she had been made to feel in her own marriage? The easiest love she had ever been gifted? “You have gotten the wrong impression, meimei, I'm delighted, I'm...I'm....” Going to have a baby. A baby!

The thought had made her more lightheaded still, either with giddiness, terror, or a combination of the two, she hadn't quite been able to tell.

Even then, it had taken a significant amount of effort to convince her suspicious sister-in-law that, no, her husband was not impregnating her in some sneaky bid to solidify a place of power in their Clan; no, he did not scare, control, or force her; no, he had not been the one to somehow put the idea of transferring her own core to A-Xian into her head. That had been there a while all on its own.

It was still close enough to the failed conversations she had had with Madam Jin that she might have begun to feel the same helpless frustration, if Wen Qing hadn't subsided into a still suspicious acceptance of her wishes and the quickly growing whirlwind of shimmering excitement hadn’t begun swarming through her limbs as every time she said ‘my baby’ and ‘our child’, the future seemed that much more tangible.

And Qing-mei meant well, Yanli knew. Whatever she had seen in A-Yao in their time at the Scorching Sun Palace had clearly scared her deeply, and Yanli wasn't going to dismiss that. Her husband was cunning and clever, able to change faces with the ease of a passing cloud when he needed to. She had seen it herself and she could not, would not deny it. But she knew his heart, knew that he was also kind, sweet, gentle, and frightened--she loved him for all of it. That included the parts he regretted, the parts that Wen Qing hated. Yanli would never have anything to fear from him.

She could tell that Wen Qing still thought she was either helplessly hoodwinked or naive, but she seemed at least satisfied that Yanli wanted this for herself and her family and did not bring up the idea again. In fact, each new day she got to spend with the girl, she seemed to be a little more relaxed. At least she had far more color in her face and light in her eyes than when she had first laid eyes on her in that Lanling forest, looking as much like a corpse as her brother--just a walking one. Yet, even with the improvements to her health and mood, even after weeks, she and A-Cheng still circled each other warily. They practically fled the room whenever they saw that the other had entered.

It might have been amusing if it weren’t so tragic.

How did one matchmake a couple who was, effectively, already married? Yanli thought that she might be able to have some clue, seeing how her and A-Yao’s love had blossomed with care and time, but if the two wouldn’t even share the same air….It reminded her uncomfortably of their parents’ relationship; prickly silence and separate rooms across the Pier. It raised ugly gooseflesh down her back to think of A-Cheng resigning himself to be as miserable in marriage as they clearly had been. She might not have dared to think so as a child, but after her own delightful marriage, knowing what it could feel like…she wept for her parents and all that they had become. For what they both so clearly wanted but didn’t know how to get without sacrificing parts of themselves they refused to let go of, for better or worse.

A-Cheng and Qing-mei didn’t need to love each other. Yanli knew the seed of love was there, in her brother at least, knew that yearning look in his eye. She had seen him as a teenager eagerly waiting for her eye to turn to him--a warming Wen sun, not a burning one. Everything had become hopelessly tangled with rage and regret and duty and grief during the murder of their Clan and the war. But irreparably so? She hoped not. They didn’t need to love each other, but Yanli would have them at least comfortable in their living with each other. She would love to actually host a real wedding for them, one day, in private.

What little she could do for A-Cheng, she tried, probing him gently once in a while--when he had a spare moment to visit, which wasn’t often. She complimented the clothes he had admitted to ordering for Wen Qing; robes in a spectrum of rich plums, burgundies, and muted magentas--red the undertones of each. “Did she ask for those colors in particular?”

“No.” His whole affect always sagged, dulled whenever she gently probed him about his wife and he would stare at his hands.

“Did you choose them yourself, then?”

“...Yes. I…Yes.”

She had been delighted to be surprised by this, though she shouldn’t have been--he had always been a smart dresser with a keen eye for color. Besides some of her Jiang shimei’s and the tailor, she had specifically sought his opinion on her own wedding outfit. He and A-Xian had been planning her entire wedding since they were 8, after all, he was bound to have opinions. And he certainly had--her wedding dress had had both of her brother’s stamps of approval.

Lately, when he came by, he was always well groomed, but could feel the stress humming through him and behind his tired eyes. He could act so prickly, she wondered if anyone was pestering him to make sure he slept well. If they would let themselves, she was sure a wife would be a perfect person to do so. Whenever Yanli tried, he would just say that she shouldn’t worry about him with everything going on with her, that he was sleeping fine, and would proceed to fuss over her instead.

“A-Cheng, what’s troubling you?”

“Nothing, jiejie.”

“You’re a terrible liar, sweetling.

“I don’t have the time to worry about pretending to be married, right now.”

“You could just try talking to her, you know. Just…start a conversation.”

His face scrunched up in a combination of self derision, confusion, and agony, wrinkling his nose and narrowing his eyes. Waiting, she had stroked his hand where it lay balled up on her blanket, his knuckles a pale bite against the rich emerald and purple. “I wouldn’t know what to talk about,” he had finally said, shortly, his voice more of a mumble than the gruff dismissive tone she thought he might have been aiming for.

“You could ask her what she’s feeling, how she likes it here.”

“I don’t think I want to know.” He was staring down at her bedspread, bleakly, tight lines of worry between his brows.

When she had reached up to try to smooth them away, admonishing his doubt with a gentle, “A-Cheng--” he had caught her hand and pressed the backs of her knuckles against his cheek, eyes squeezed shut. After a sharp, indrawn breath, he had announced that he needed to go--and she needed to rest. There was nothing more she could say without making him flee faster.

What a mess all of this was.

Qing-mei was not much more of a help on that front. And Yanli was even less inclined to force her, poor girl--they didn’t have the history and she didn’t want to trap her. Every time she brought up A-Cheng or their marriage or what she felt about the whole relationship, she clammed up and grew solemn. “I’m grateful to Jiang-zongzhu. To all of you,” was all she would ever say, regarding their arrangement.

At least Yanli had finally convinced her to stop calling her Jiang-furen, insisting that if they were going to be sisters now, it only made sense. She had confided in the younger woman that she had never had a little sister before, that she was excited to have someone to call ‘meimei’. At that, quite apart from her unflappable, self assured doctorly attitude, Qing-mei had offered, shyly, that she had never been a little sister before and that she found the idea quite odd. This tacit acceptance of the role delighted Yanli beyond words.

Qing-mei had taken to visiting her long past the time she had finished checking and treating her, taking tea and meals in her room either A-Yao came back or Yanli would, embarrassingly. fall asleep mid sentence. They hadn’t been able to visit like this very often when she had sheltered them in Yiling--Wen Qing would be called away and there had been work to be done, healing A-Cheng. Now, though, they had time and privacy, and their conversations would wander both wide and deep, over being elder sisters to trouble-prone younger brothers, about their shared time in Yiling, their mothers, their favorite books. Qing-mei was very clearly reluctant to confide her worries in her, whether in not wanting to cause her further stress or simply due to her own innate reservation, and so their conversations rarely included fears or the far future.

But, sometimes, she would talk about Wei Wuxian’s progress and Wen Ning. “I don’t know what I’m more afraid of,” she had whispered one evening as the sun set outside, stock still next to Yanli’s bed, staring at the screen that threw spindly shadows of willow’s fingers across like thrashing ropes. “The idea that he may never come back. Or that he might…and I don’t know what he will be.” She had turned her head then, her neck and spine braced bravely, but her large, sweet eyes shining with tears in the low lantern light. “Da-gu, he’s so cold,” she had choked, barely audible.

When Yanli had sat forward and reached out her arms, there was no hesitation when Qing-mei huddled into them, shaking silently.

Yanli herself had not yet seen what was left of Qing-mei’s gentle brother since she had landed at Lotus Pier, barely conscious herself. It hurt her heart to remember the shy, earnest boy she had seen attempting to become invisible behind his sister, despite his standing several inches taller than her at the Cloud Recesses what felt like eons ago. She hardly knew a thing about him, and all she did was through Xianxian and Qing-mei’s eyes. Hopefully there was a future possible for them to get to know each other on their own terms.

Though she wholeheartedly believed in Xianxian’s brilliance and dogged tenacity, she had to admit…a conscious fierce corpse had never been achieved before. And the work was hard and damaging. It had scared her when she had finally seen what A-Xian had looked like after a week of what was clearly just a diet of half forgotten food and resentful energy. She had found him in the family shrine just a few days ago, when it was too rainy to sit outside comfortably. The early autumn had been washing warm, wet storms over them almost daily, but often, they came and went within minutes and she would patiently await the sun beneath a tree and her parasol. That day, however, the day woke to rain, and it had stayed, churning the lake cloudy with disturbed particulates.

Though she enjoyed a good walk in the rain, everyone--A-Yao, A-Cheng, He Si, Qing-mei, Liu-popo, her childhood doctor-- had cautioned against going out in it when she was still fragile, and so her maid had helped her shuffle slowly across shining walkways and summer-verdant ponds pebbled with raindrops, huddled together under a waxed parasol and cloak. When she saw a hunched, dark shape within, she had paused at the door, squinting into the incense and candle warmed gloom within. When she recognized the set of her brother’s shoulders, she had quietly dismissed He Si with a lift of her chin.

A-Xian had looked up when she moved from the fresh, silvery air of the outside to the space of quietly splashing water and remembered prayers. Immediately, the comforting hiss and patter of rain receded even more when she slid the door shut, leaving them surrounded only by the pale darkness of the ornate lotus screen panels--a private little universe. When she turned, A-XIan was already there, helping her out of her cloak, taking the dripping parasol from her hand. “Shijie! Are you sure you should be up?” The shadows beneath his eyes were dark and he had missed a spot on his jaw shaving this morning.

“I don’t think staying in bed for the rest of my pregnancy would be good for me or my baby, A-XIan.” She had softened the already gentle jibe by brushing back the hair from his face and patting his cheek, feeling the prickle under her fingers. “Help me to the cushions?”

He, of course, did, supporting her elbow, his other hand wrapped protectively around her far shoulder. The scent that clung to him was sharp and unpleasant, wholly unlike the memories she associated with him. Long ago, she had buried her nose in the top of his little boy head, and would breathe in soap and sunshine and love--and now, as a man, he used to smell like the spices he liked to eat and something fresh. Now, he smelled like…danger, soot, blood. That alone would have unnerved her. But when they sat next to each other and her eyes adjusted, she could take in the whole of him.

“I know, I know, I look terrible. I look worse than I feel, don’t worry,” he waved off her eye’s widening with feigned ease, smiling.

He had lost weight quickly, leaving him hollow cheeked and wan. His hair was only hastily brushed, his topknot uneven, slightly lopsided, and his eyes were bloodshot. On his hands, cinnabar, soot, and old blood was smeared, half-heartedly wiped, then smeared again, darkening around his nails. “A-Xian,” she had intoned with enough force that he immediately sat up straight, sucking in his lips like a child caught out doing something he knew he shouldn’t be doing. “After we talk, you’re going to take a bath and eat a full meal outside your room. Alright?”

“Really, I’m--”

“A-Xian!” She had broken in, frowning, eyebrows drawn down.

He hunkered down, pouting as he muttered, “Yes, Shijie.” Tilting doleful eyes and pushed out lip up at her, he then whined, “Shijieeee, don’t be mad at me. I’ll do better. Sorry if I’m smelly.” To illustrate this, he theatrically lifted up his sleeve to sniff it, then wrinkled his nose in real distaste. “Ugh. Alright, I get it.”

With a sigh, she had reached for his hands. He had seemed to wake to what was on them and scrubbed his palms on his thighs before taking them. “It’s not that, Xianxian, you know that. I’m worried about you. I’m worried about both of you.”

Apparently, he and A-Cheng had also been warily circling each other, like they did after most fights. Their spats, she had heard from a combination of A-Yao, He Si, and Qing-mei were more mundane and brotherly, now, weeks later--though they ended as often with eye rolling and secret smiles as hurt feelings and tight lipped silences. It had been bad right after their return, she had heard--A-Cheng storming around with a poisonous temper for days and A-Xian working on Wen Ning all hours of the day and night, refusing to leave his room. She hated that she had to hear about it second hand, that they visited her one at a time, that when she was able to emerge from her room, they were often away, doing what they could. She wasn’t around to soothe their rough edges from grinding against the other.

Qing-mei was with her the most, A-Yao a close second, when he wasn’t helping A-Cheng or something else that needed doing around the Pier. Xianxian had only come in a few times, sometimes too exhausted to do anything but drape himself over the edge of her bed and childishly request hair stroking, which she, of course, gave. Once, a day or two after she had discovered she was pregnant, apparently deciding that she was well enough for a scolding, he had come and very seriously told her to never even think about giving him her core again. “Aren’t you glad Wen Qing said no to that nonsense?” he had demanded, frowning at her in displeasure.

Yanli thought it was rich of him being so incensed about it, but she had let it go. “I wasn’t…I don’t remember doing it. It was the fever, I think.”

“Well, don’t even go thinking it!” he had said, fierceness belayed by him anxiously petting at her arm. “Put it out of your head! Alright?”

She thought about a great many things that she didn’t share with him. It wasn’t something she thought of…constantly. Or even very often. It was just something that had reared its head when she had learned of what A-Xian and Wen Qing had done. When he had sat before A-Cheng and herself with A-Yao by his side and tried to pretend it wasn’t the worst thing they had ever heard. She felt sick when she remembered it--sick for both her brothers. She couldn’t think about it too long, or….

But she was, indeed, glad that Qing-mei had stoutly refused her delirious babble. Her core, weak and pitiful as it was, was going to have to support her and this child through her pregnancy. At least it was finally good for something.

With a start, Yanli blinked out of her hazy, sunwarmed ruminations of the past few weeks and back into the garden, now shaded a brilliant blue from the after images her orange eyelids had left. She couldn’t have been dozing long, for she could hear footsteps returning back down the path. But something in the back of her mind perked up at their familiarity and the knowledge that it wasn’t He Si’s stride. Delighted, she levered herself back entirely upright in the chair and twisted around to see her husband emerging from around the dwarf maple whose leaf edges flirted with gold. “A-Yao!”

“I’ve brought you something, Jiang-furen,” he announced with a twinkle of humor in his dimples, presenting her favorite scalloped, lavender parasol, dotted with intricate plum blossoms on a branch. “He Si was very keen that you have it.”

She laughed and shook her head, reaching out to him for a greeting kiss, which he warmly bestowed on her. He smelled and tasted lovely, like he had been walking around out in the fresh air all day. “She frets so much. It couldn’t have anything to do with you fretting so much, could it? Is she coming back?”

“I dismissed her for other duties, as I assumed you might wish to spend time together.”

Delights up on delights! “Oh, always!”

He helped her up from her chair and walked pressed to her side, his arm sure and firm around her, his fingertips brushing her belly beneath her sleeve, out of sight from passing eyes. Oh, A-Yao; her beloved, tangled up A-Yao.

Despite his calm outward face, was so clearly terrified by everything about this, including the prospect of not being by her side at every moment. He was constantly on the move, organizing and advising and assisting and whatever else his clever mind decided that they needed--but in between all this, he would appear anxiously at her side at all hours, asking what he could do, if He Si was attending to her properly, if she needed something. Come to think of it…perhaps she had better make sure her husband had no overt hand in her maid’s currently overly fretful state.

She was fairly certain he was more scared than she was about the prospect of becoming a parent, which was endearing, considering she was the one that would have to give birth and not him. He hid it quite admirably, even for him, buried underneath the more typical worry for her--and now, the baby’s--health. And he clearly planned to “burden” her with none of it. But she could see it in his eyes, could feel it in the way he held her.

When they had discovered she was with child, that night, he had asked to make love to her, and had done so exquisitely sweetly. Well, every time they had made love so far had been sweet, but that night, he had been even more tender, more warm and attentive than ever before. Every press of his skin had been gentle enough that she could barely feel where he began and she ended. Ever since then, he had been treating her as if she were made of precious glass. From him, her husband, she happily accepted the attention. The way that he doted on her never made her feel lessened, like he thought she was some incapable child or weak, silly girl. It only made her feel wanted and precious.

He had been appalled that he had let her go on the arduous trip to find Wei Wuxian, and when she had asked with her expression, smiling softly; Let me?, he had amended that he should have begged her to come back with him to Lotus Pier. She had had to remind her that she couldn’t have. A-Yao had simply sighed deeply and said that he knew. Running her hands over his jaw, where the yellow-brown ghosts of the bruises on his jaw from Zixun were finally no longer visible, she had said, “I’ll be careful now. And so should you, yes?”

He had kissed her slowly into sleep.

Now, together, they agreed to try some cooking in the smaller kitchen, so as not to get in the way of the cooks. It was the most activity than she had attempted in days, but there was no tremble to her hands and her muscles felt like actual muscles today, instead of some wet, quivering mud. Standing felt good instead of arduous. And she would never get her strength back if she lived in a chair for the next 9 months. This kitchen was more cluttered than the main one, and a little darker for the smaller windows, but by no means dirty--it also gave them the added benefit of privacy. It was because of this, she was certain, that A-Yao felt comfortable enough to press up behind her as she stood at the counter and sliced up figs. His arms rested comfortably about her waist, palms pressed to her belly and chin resting on her shoulder as he observed her work. Though his whole front pressed warmly against her back, there was no lascivious invitation in it, only closeness and trust. In public, he was not overtly performative with his affection; a supporting arm while walking here, laying a hand atop hers there. It was when they were alone he felt he could cautiously touch her more freely, as if the eyes of others made his love something lewd. Well…she supposed that might in fact be a concern for him. No matter. Whether a peck in private, a brush of her cheek in public and everything in between--and sometimes more--she adored it all.

“I’m not going to fall over, A-Yao,” she teased. “I’ll let you know if I need to sit down.”

“Of course,” he answered easily, but did not move away, instead nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

Contended, she hummed and paused in her knife strokes, laying her cheek atop his shoulder. A golden glow, at once fierce and tender, had a permanent place in her chest nowadays. It had nothing to do with her fading illness and everything to do with this bright new future she had been gifted. She was so lucky.

Outside the widow, across the courtyard, someone screamed.

A-Yao spun her back from the window as the bright afternoon outside was split with a crash, an inhuman roar, and more screams, one right after the other. Yanli stumbled, pressed herself against the far wall, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs. Icy gooseflesh cascaded over skin, her stomach knotted in fear. A-Yao, a dagger suddenly in hand, was peering out the window, motionless. She couldn’t see anything from her angle and the leaves outside, but the wild screaming, the roaring continued. The sound of running feet. “What is it?” she whispered, voice pressed thin.

He only wordlessly shook his head, scanning back and forth. A tree stood in front of the window, she knew, obscuring most of the view of the outside.

What on earth could it be? Lotus Pier was protected, there were talismans and wards and--

A-Cheng bellowed something, voice harsh with fear.

A-Cheng.

“A-Li, no--!” A-Yao’s shout followed her out the door, but she couldn’t stop.

Her brother was in trouble. I won’t be left behind again, I can’t, I can’t--

The courtyard stones flew beneath her feet, then the bridge and she could see, flashing into her mind like blinding light off of waves. A-Cheng, across the walkway, Sandu flashing in the sun, Zidian crackling. Still bellowing, pointing. Disciples running to him as quickly as the servants flooded away, wailing in terror. A towering black figure on the other side of the ornamental pond, wreathed in writhing smoke. It ripped out another unearthly snarl as it flung something big away from itself. A body, a person, flailing in midair, screaming. A snap as they crashed through a carved banister and landed in a sickening, motionless heap, a loose pink ribbon fluttering to earth behind them. “He Si!”

A hand clamped on her arm as she started forward. A-Yao had caught up. “A-Li!”

“We can’t! A-Si!” She struggled forward, clutching his sleeve, dragging him along.

Shouts and screams bled into the pounding in her ears, pulse a frantic bird in her head that shrieked. She was only across the walkway, only a dozen steps away. Clangs, a thump, a grunt--oh gods! Then she heard A-Cheng’s voice still shouting orders--not him. A-Yao’s face was sharp and hard. His other hand rose to her shoulder. He was going to pick her up and carry her away, saw his thoughts written like script across his face and she couldn’t, she clutched at him and pleaded, “No, please! A-Yao, please, please!” They couldn’t just leave her here, bleeding, in danger!

His eyes darted, then his pull changed, urging her forward, running with her instead of pulling her back. Her movements were loose with fear, jerky and wild and she nearly fell up the steps onto the walkway. Blood covered the girl's face, pooling crimson rapidly onto the shining wood around her. They bent, dragging her back to get better purchase on her limp body. Her feet dragged pitifully. Yanli’s hands were shaking so badly she couldn’t close them around her arms properly. One still held the knife from the kitchen. She had forgotten she still had it.

The girl wasn’t moving. A-Yao hefted her torso up in his arms, turned to her, opened his mouth--

A fresh wave of screams.

“Jiejie!” A-Cheng’s voice cracked from across the second bridge as she heard a shuffle of wind, a thump behind them and suddenly, the roots of her teeth ached, and that smell--the sharp, burning metal-blood smell that clung to A-Xian--flooded her.

Looking up, the sun blinded her for a split second before vicious smoke--resentful energy stung her eyes, flooded her throat--white hand filled her vision. Then, something canoned into her side, knocking her away to sprawl away from He Si. Blood and sky spun around her. Battlefield gore, fear, death choked her throat. Gasping, coughing, she scrambled, to her hands and knees, head whirling. When she looked up, her entire body went ice cold and all she could hear in the world was screaming.

It was Wen Ning, black veins sprawling across his face, the empty white holes of his eyes fixed on who he now held by the throat. A-Yao, who had knocked her aside.

No!

Even though the foul resentful energy wreathing them both, her husband’s eyes were alight with more rage than fear, teeth bared. He had already buried his dagger hilt deep in Wen Ning’s chest, right in his heart. The fierce corpse vented another noise human throats should not be able to make and lifted A-Yao, like he was light as a rag, off his feet. Thrashing, choking, A-Yao brought up a leg to kick the dagger hilt deeper, another already in his other hand.

Wen Ning’s other hand shot out, latched around his wrist. Yanli felt the snap in her chest more than heard it. His dagger clanged to the ground. She could see those fingers closing further, like a vise, crushing. A-Yao made no sound--couldn’t, his throat was squeezed, he couldn’t--he couldn’t--

Screaming--she was screaming, that noise was her--she stumbled up, forward, swinging the kitchen knife up to hack at Wen Ning’s arms, wrists, anything to free her husband. She was close enough that the writhing mist stung like nettles over her skin when something collided with her again, knocking her back from them, sending the knife clattering away from her grip. Qing-mei clung to her, dragged her back, shouting something into her ear. She fought against her, still screaming. He had A-Yao!

It had been only moments since Wen Ning had landed behind them, but time was boiling, stretching, bursting around them. No no no no no--

Crackling, blinding purple wrapped around Wen Ning’s pale throat, pulled tight and he at least dropped A-Yao’s arm, snarling, clawing at it. Zidian. A-Cheng was there, yanking back on Zidian hard enough to bow Wen Ning’s spine back. But he still had A-Yao’s throat clenched in his grip, still held him up entirely as he kicked at him, hands locked on Wen Ning’s wrist.

“A-Ning, stop! Stop!” Wen Qing cried, arms still knotted around Yanli, still dragging her back as she struggled.

The disciples clamored nearer, shouting, flinging talismans that sizzled into ash as soon as they met the corona of energy spilling from Wen Ning. Some were already limping, bleeding, and A-Cheng shouted at them to stay back. A piercing, chilling note shrieked above the clamor, freezing Wen Ning still as stone.

A-Xian.

Frantically, Yanli searched for him, found him pelting around the corner of the Banquet Hall, Chenqing at his lips. “Wei Wuxian!” A-Cheng roared over at him. “Make him stop!”

A-Xian was pale and wide eyed as his fingers flew over the black lacquer of his flute. He skidded to a halt to suck in a huge breath and trill a complicated, twisting melody that raised all the hairs on Yanli’s body. A shudder went through Wen Ning like a wave across the pond and he began to shake. A quiet, abrupt gasp broke from A-Yao’s lips, as if the fingers around his throat had loosened fractionally. But his face was almost blue, eyes rolling back--and black veins were snaking from under the fierce corpse’s palm.

“A-YAO!”

In that instant of brief stillness, like a shadow, A-Cheng rose up from behind Wen Ning, Zidian pulled taut in his hand, Sandu raised--his face was dark as a thundercloud, death in his eyes. “Zongzhu!” Qing-mei’s gasped, “Husband, please! Don’t hurt him!”

A-Cheng’s hesitated, eyes flickered, his killing intent cracked. “A-Cheng!” Yanli shrieked, fighting and thrashing, throat raw.

She didn’t even know what she was begging him to do. All she knew was that A-Yao was now just twitching instead of kicking and she could not get free.

A-Cheng’s face hardened as Chenqing’s tone shrilled up and down a haunting scale, and, with a huge heave, he wrenched Zidian back. The frozen Wen Ning toppled down sideways with the force of it, collapsing both he and A-Yao over into the ornamental lotus pond beside them with a splash. Yanli no longer had to break free of Wen Qing’s grip, for they were both racing to the pond as fast as they could.

But A-Cheng slid in front of them, flinging out his arms to block them both with his chest as Chenqing’s notes cut off, A-Xian’s panicked voice instead yelling out a warning; Wen Ning reared up from the water behind him, roaring, thrashing, and splashing.

A-Yao did not.

#Yaoli #jgy #jin guangyao #jiang yanli #jyl #peony to lotus #my stuff #rarepair #mdzs #the untamed #my fic #the untamed fanfic #Well hellooooo there :3 (said while showing up a year later with the update)#I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY I TRIED TO GIVE YOU A NICE BREAK BEFORE ACTION AND ANGST AGAIN 😬 But don't worry every little thing's gonna be alright #The next chapter will be from Xichen's POV!#I may come back and do some editing of grammar things because I've rearranged it a few times

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cyberkiss2uu · 4 months

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ok ill keep the brainrotting to a minimum but someone pleaaaase ask me ab these guys im so normal ab themm ahahahhahaa

theyre twins the boy is Xueshe and the girl is Puzui… they r Liyue characters :3 specifically illuminated beasts!

they r so tragic i think ive talked ab them a bit before but buddy ive written a like 4000+ word Ongoing masterdoc of their lore and design analysis. with several playlists. im not fucking around with these guys

basically they were. mitosis’d by Cloud Retainer and fought in the archon war and the cataclysm and ended up being Khaenri’ah sympathizers so Celestia astrally projected them into the Abyss for 500 years until they both nearly went insane and the Puzui DID go insane and lose all her memories and they break free during the upcomimg lantern rite so 😜 cant wait to see 4.4 play out and alter their lives

Xueshe’s design is waaay less thought out than Puzuis tbh i dont feel that he looks like a genshin character and i know i could do more to achieve that but. ykw xiao can have all the visual complexity in their relationship idc. um he kinda maybe has a hanfu shirt. his shirt could be tied up like hes doing archery but hes. a sword character. also hes supposed to have the same glove that Xiao does to hold their visions because i loove when matching/swapping/sharing items is used as a visual representation of a relationship idk. and he has a little fox friend named Nezha because hes a protection deity

Puzui’s has a lot of choices based on forget me nots (also called scorpion grass which influenced her hair) and me genuinely referencing hanfu and qipao.. altho ive come to the conclusion her qipao looks way more like an ao dai with the pants LOL um also her Huadian (forehead makeup) is supposed to be a forget me not and the dots on her brow and dimples are called Huadian or MianYe :3

the pibo (the silk behind Puzui) and the lingzhi (Xueshe’s headpiece) are used in folklore art and opera respectively but i thought that they would be a really interesting way to call back on how theyre like from a diff time period yk. even tho just their outfits do that but WTVRRR also the lingzhi is used for good looking generals in opera and ykw. he IS a good looking general.

theyre also classing pyro and cryo siblings yaaay overall theyre just designed to be opposites yet very similar you know how it is. when your sibling is your narrative foil when you and your sibling are doomed by the narrative

um their illuminated beast forms were also deisgned with chinese mythological creatures in mind… Puzui’s is loosely based on the Fuzhu and Xueshe’s is even more loosely based on the Tianma.. i just wanted a clydesdale ill be honest

YEAA thats def not their entire story ill circle back when 4.4 drops im just queuing a bunch of stuff rn in december. hi future people waoww

#genshin ocs #liyue #genshin impact #adepti #artists on tumblr #my ocs #jammy ocs

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asnowfern · 1 year

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The Writing's On The Wall - Chapter 3

Summary: She's a demon, he's a hunter. Their fates intertwined after a chance encounter. Can Nesta and Cassian overcome all odds to be together? Ancient Chinese wuxia AU setting/Inspired by the Legend of the White Snake. Read: AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Cassian was gone by the time Nesta got to the house the next day with Gwyn in tow. Despite the hours that passed, her fingers still tingled. She flexed them out of reflex, drawing Gwyn's attention.

"That's the third time you've done that in the past fifteen minutes," she informed her. Gwyn's eyes narrowed as she asked innocently, "Anything wrong with them?"

Nesta resisted the urge to scowl, "Nothing. Just poor circulation." She shook her hands out in emphasis, returning an innocent look of her own. Demons don't get poor circulation of course but she knew she wouldn't get called out with Emerie there.

Gwyn did not deign to look annoyed and sported a mischievous smirk instead. "So Emerie," she began casually, "Have you known Cassian long?"

"We grew up in the same village," Emerie answered, looking up from the scroll she was grading, "Why?"

"Oh, just wondering how many stories you could tell us about him."

Emerie's lips twitched, "Oh, so many," she said loftily, "But I think you're only interested in one type."

Nesta interjected at the same time as Gwyn.

"How did the both of you end up here?"/"Why isn't he married?"

Emerie turned back down to the scrolls, "Our tribe is your typical warrior tribe. Misogynistic and superficial to a fault. Cassian," she paused, considering her words carefully, "Cassian was of unknown heritage who proved himself to be easily our strongest fighter. They took advantage of that but never appreciated him so he jumped the first chance he got. I didn't know he was here until I moved here myself."

It did not escape Nesta that the backstory did not include why Emerie herself left. Nesta's thoughts drifted to the slight limp that Emerie had and the intricately designed cane that she used, and remained silent. Everyone had their own inner demons and stories, and she would respect Emerie's right to her own.

"It is a bit hard to marry when he basically adopted all the children orphaned by battlefields," Emerie continued, her tone now turned light and playful, "But a man walking with that type of swagger? You should hear the salacious gossip the housewives share."

"Nesta can tell us firsthand soon, I suppose," Gwyn added, her voice lilting and teasing.

Emerie continued, pointedly ignoring her glare as she nodded sagely, "I've never seen Cassian like that with anyone else."

Nesta felt her hackles raised and said hastily, "I'm just different from your normal girl. That's all. It doesn't mean anything."

She's a demon, he's a human. Of course she was unlike any other girl he had seen. It meant that he must be cautious and keep a closer eye. How could there be anything else to it?

Emerie snuck a glance at Nesta and Gwyn, snorting softly to herself, "Yeah, just a normal girl."

***

Nesta looked apprehensively out of the house, at the forest and lake surrounding the house dimly lit by the moonlight, a picture of serenity. The past few nights passed uneventfully - no demons, no threats. But the energy charging through the air tonight seemed to promise to change. Nesta's skin prickled, raising goosebumps. Her hand drifted to her chest, closing over where the azure pendant laid underneath her hanfu. She exhaled slowly, letting the feel of the stone pressed against her skin settle her.

Gwyn joined wordlessly by her side, her brows furrowed with concern, “The yin energy levels are unusually high tonight.” She paused and subtly sent a pulse outwards to scope the environment.

“There isn't anything out there," she frowned, "But I think I’ll spend the night here tonight too, just in case.”

Nesta sent a warm, appreciative look to her friend and dipped her chin in thanks, receiving a shoulder bump and a smile in return.

"Me too." Emerie said from behind, the delicate cane she used clattered against the ground as she joined them by the doorway.

Nesta and Gwyn shared a quick glance. Gwyn’s gaze was questioning. It’s your call, it said. If things went south, they risked exposing themselves to Emerie. They were trusting her.

Nesta nodded briskly, "We can take turns watching outside the children's rooms once they're asleep."

***

A strong energy surged through the house, jolting Nesta awake, a cold panic crept into her veins. She shot up and saw Emerie doing the same next to her.

“Gwyn” They said simultaneously before dashing out of the room.

Nesta rushed over to Gwyn who was sprawled outside the children’s room, unconscious. She shook Gwyn urgently, “Gwyn!”

“Nesta.” Emerie called out, her face pale in horror, “The children. They’re gone.”

Nesta swore, turning her attention back to Gwyn, shaking her once more, “C’mon, Gwyn. Wake up!”

Gwyn stirred before her eyes snapped out, crying out, “The children!” Her eyes darted wildly, from Nesta then to Emerie at the door.

“They’re gone.” Gwyn closed her eyes, evidently pained by the news.

“What happened?” Nesta asked, her tone urgent but non-accusatory.

“Nothing,” frown lines marred her features as she struggled to recall her memories, “I checked to make sure they were all asleep. Then, there was a flash.” Her eyes turned glassy, “In the courtyard. When I turned to look, another flash knocked me out.” She shook her head in dismay.

“Briallyn,” Nesta said decisively, “Something must have happened with Cassian to make her act out, take the kids as hostage.”

“Then we just need to get them back,” Emerie declared, stepping forward, “To do that, let’s get the elephant out of the way. I know both of you are demons so we can skip the parts where you skirt around your powers.”

She gave an unimpressed look at their surprised expressions, raising an arched brow as she said, “I’m from a village of warriors and hunters. Your auras are dead giveaways.”

“Okay,” Gwyn bobbed her head, “So no more hiding of powers.” She raised her hands, rustling the leaves around them and shot multiple ribbons of white light out, scouring the skies. “Nesta?”

Nesta was already at the centre of the room, kneeling down by one of the beds. She skirted a hand over the sheets, tracing and identifying the magic that had whisked them away. “The energy is concentrated around the pillow area where Briallyn would use to influence them and seize control.”

“To control them and move them through a portal?” Emerie guessed. “They couldn’t have left the building without us seeing.”

Gwyn smiled in satisfaction, her hands glowing in the same soft white light, “And I know just where the portal led to. It’s in the caves behind the forest. Let’s go.”

Nesta gave the emptied room a last look, the press of the azure pendant hard and unforgiving against her chest. She sent a pulse of qi through the stone, feeling its prompt returning answer rumbled straight into her heart. I’m coming. Her jaw clicked, “Let’s go.”

***

Nesta’s arms strained from Clare’s weight, the excruciating burn in her back multiplied with every step. Damned hunters and their holy arrows.

“Stop, Nesta,” Clare pleaded weakly.

“I’m not abandoning you.” Nesta grounded out, gritting her teeth with exertion.

“Why?” The question came out cold and cruel, so unlike Clare.

Nesta stopped in her tracks, the blood in her veins frozen. When she looked down, Clare’s eyes were empty and glassy, “You’ve already failed me.”

Her throat filled with pennies. Nesta swallowed audibly, whispering, “No… I didn’t know.”

Clare cackled, the sound so wicked it felt like a firm grip tightening painfully around her heart, “You knew deep down the type of person he was and you did nothing.” Tears of blood streaked her face as she continued, “You killed me.”

Nesta stumbled, falling to her hands and knees, dropping Clare to the ground. The damning words echoed in her head. You killed me.

“And now,” her former friend decreed before vanishing into smoke, “it’s your turn.”

She cried out as a hexagonal golden light caged in on her. A familiar chant lighting every nerve of her entire body in agony. “Tomas, you bastard!” she cursed.

“Not quite, sweetheart.”

Nesta’s heart stopped. No.

His face held none of the warmth Nesta was used to. His handsome features twisted cruelly as he stalked towards her, the steps slow and deliberate. He unsheathed his sword, the ruby gem affixed to the pommel flared menacingly. He stopped just outside the cage, looking down at her coldly, “Demon.”

Nesta couldn’t move as the sword brandished downwards. Everything hurts. She choked out a sob, closing her eyes as she braced herself for the blow, her hand unconsciously moved to her chest, closing in on a familiar pendant.

It pulsed, warm and grounding.

Come to the house at the southern tip of the West Lake. You will always have a friend there

I’ll come running. No matter what.

I’m coming back home, Nesta.

Nesta whipped her head up, whispering just as the sword struck her deep into her shoulder, “This is not real.”

Her surroundings melted away in a haze of silver flames, hazel eyes were the last to fade. Nesta exhaled shakily, she made to move her hand to the wound in her shoulder, where deep crimson was spreading through her white robe, only to find her movements trapped. Her cuffed wrists chained to walls on each side, forcing her on her knees.

“Really, a human?” A gravelly old voice sneered at her. “A hunter, no less. How you’ve gone soft, White Snake.”

Nesta almost gasped. Gone was the regal beauty of Briallyn. Her once thick, glossy black hair was grey and wiry, and her plump skin replaced with wrinkles and spots. Only her dark eyes remained as bright as the three spiked golden crown which sat on her head.

“Briallyn,” Nesta spat, the fog in her mind retreating. Her lips formed a taunting smirk, “At least I haven’t shrivelled up like a raisin.”

Briallyn nearly snarled at her. Nesta scanned her opponent, quickly noting the lowered qi levels and remnant injuries which were not healing. A familiar aura lingered and sparked vindication within her.

“Yes…” The mind demon rasped, her fingers gingerly running down her face, “Courtesy of your hunter. Rest assured, he will regret it." A vicious smile spread over the aged face, "In fact, you can come out now."

Cassian walked out, an unsettling mirror of the illusion Briallyn put her under - unsheathed sword in hand, his armour glimmered with the shine of blood as his face twisted with rage. Despite knowing that the rage was not directed at her, Nesta felt the same strangulating grip closing on her heart, chilling the blood in her veins.

He eyed them carefully and said coldly, "You were quick to abandon your cronies with me. They're dead now."

"You see, Nesta," Briallyn crooned, "The carnage your Lord of Bloodshed leaves in his trail."

Cassian fumed, "Release her!"

"I'm afraid," the demon crowed, her eyes gleaming, "You're in no position to give demands today."

She pulled out an inky black strand of hair from her pocket, vanishing it with a flash of her crown. Nesta's warning died in her mouth before she could even get a word out. Cassian's bright hazel eyes dulled into murky brown. Glassy and empty. His limbs went dead and his sword hung flatly by his side.

"Kill her," she commanded, "slowly." Her smirk widened as Cassian walked towards Nesta.

Nesta hissed as the sword slashed her side, drawing blood. The physical pain was dwarfed by the emotional pain she knew it would bring Cassian, to the man that she knew was still trapped inside.

“Cassian,” she breathed as his next movement sliced her thigh. The sword trembled in his hands at the sound of her voice, “I know you’re fighting it.”

“You disgust me.” Briallyn laughed shrilly, the sound echoed through the walls and grated on Nesta. “A demon showing mercy when you could easily incinerate him on the spot.”

Nesta ignored her even as her arm was split open, saying firmly, “Look at me.” She sent pulses of qi through the pendant, “You can fight this.”

The fog cleared up, replaced by anguish in the swirl of gold and brown. “Nesta,” he pleaded with horror as his hand unwittingly brought down a matching wound on her other shoulder, “Kill me.”

“No.” She said firmly, sending more qi through the pendant, “ You fight this.”

The sword quivered in mid-air before coming down on her shakily, the slice a tad shallower than the rest.

"That's enough," the mind demon said, waving her hands impatiently, "Last chance, White Snake."

"Kill."

Nesta focused her clear silver eyes on Cassian's hazel, willing them to express what she cannot say. That no matter what happens, she forgives him.

The pendant glowed hot against her chest.

"Nesta," he grounds out in effort, his sword sheathed back into his belt in favour of a dagger. "I'm sorry."

The regretful tone of his apology left her reeling. She tore away her gaze on his face, quickly darting downwards to the blade he held in his palm. A blade which was now driving towards his own heart.

The room exploded in silver flames.

A large warm frame covered hers, shielding her from the impact as Briallyn screamed in rage and agony behind them. The sound echoed in her ears until it faded and the chains which held her loosened. Leaving them surrounded by dust and ashes.

She pushed herself out of his hold. Bile coated her throat as she took in his appearance, at the burn marks which peeled his body.

"Cassian" the name slipped out, panicked and concerned.

"Worried about me, Nes?" he asked with a smile although his eyes revealed the pain he was in.

Nesta huffed, the unbearable weight pressing down on her lightened slightly, "You ridiculous buffoon." Her hand drifted to the back of his neck and beckoned his forehead to hers. Their breaths calmed down to mingle with each other.

"The kids?" She asked softly.

"Emerie and your friend got them out."

All strength left her body as she slouched into his hold in relief.

"How did you know the pendant would react?" she asked a moment later.

"I didn't," he admitted, his voice quivering along with the hands that were clutching on to her desperately, "I just couldn't accept the alternative. Besides, I knew that with me gone, there will be nothing left in your way."

"Not like that," she confessed, swallowing the lump in her throat as her heart felt the phantom pain at the prospect. She swept the stray strands of hair away and gently traced his eyebrows, "That wouldn't be much of a victory."

She stood unsteadily, hauling the hunter up with her. He swayed and groaned as the burned skin pulled and contracted with the movement. "We need to go."

She dug deep within herself to summon the qi, holding it just beneath her skin, "Hold on to me." She told him before transforming into her snake form, laughing to herself as he yelped and grabbed on to her ivory scales.

She leapt out of the window. The world passed in a blur as she sped through the air at an impossible pace. Above her, she heard Cassian's breathy exhilarated laugh.

She shot past her home to land them in the cavern behind the waterfall and transformed back into her glamoured form. She breathed heavily at the effort as Cassian gently cupped her face, "You never need to cover yourself up with me."

His gaze trailed from her face to her shoulders and down to her arms and sides. His expression turned sorrowful as he took in the sight of the dozen of wounds he inflicted on her, "I'm so sorry, Nesta."

"That wasn't you," she reminded him firmly, raising her hand to mirror his gesture, her thumb lightly caressing his cheek. "So don't apologise for it. There is a healing pool here. Just rest and heal for tonight."

"Stay with me?" He whispered, their faces now impossibly close. I just need to know that you are alright.

Nesta found herself lost in the dancing swirl of gold, brown and green. Her entire being still in anticipation as Cassian leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. A light pressure keeping the kiss sweet and comforting. Nesta's heart floated to the clouds as she kissed back, very lightly tugging on his bottom lip before he broke the kiss.

"Stay with me." He repeated, pressing her forehead to his.

Translation Notes: hanfu/ 汉服 - Traditional clothes worn by Han Chinese

"Okay."

#nessian #nesta x cassian #Legend of White Snake Inspired #xianxia AU #acotar fic #nessian fic #acotar

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roselyn-writing · 1 year

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🌻🌼Harumi Rose Hasashi HC 🌻🌼

Harumi Rose Hasashi was born on 3 May 1999

(Aliyaa x Hanzo Timeline)

🌻She is half-Japanese and half-Virginian, Which means when she grows older, She looks way younger than her real age. Yes, much like Edenians but different.

🌻 Harumi burns roses when she feels nervous or anxious. It is the only way for her to calm her nerves.

🌻Harumi is the second child of Aliyaa and Hanzo Hasashi. The first is Satoshi Salem Hasashi.

🌻After Harumi was born, Her father loves her so much that he spoils her and gives her most of the attention, Though he kept spoiling Satoshi too (his firstborn).

His first daughter died with his old family, So he couldn’t watch her grow and love her let alone spoil her. But God had mercy on him and gives a second chance to re-live these moments. (A/N: I don’t know if he had a daughter with his first family. But, let's go with this <3)

🌻Harumi and Satoshi share their parents' powers, Hellfire, and magic. He couldn’t be any happier to know his children are gifted, they have hellfire the same as him.

*When Aliyaa was pregnant he was so happy that he forgot he is the Grandmaster, He kept watching Aliyaa and protecting her. He even didn’t let her carry anything, Fearing that it was endangering his unborn babies' lives. She was annoyed but she let him help her.

*The healers told Hanzo that Aliyaa is pregnant with only one child. He was grateful for this. But the moment of giving birth, They are shocked to know there is another child in Aliyaa’s womb. And that was Harumi. Nonetheless, Hanzo is happy about this.

*Hanzo named His two children first names and Aliyaa named their second names.

*He saw so much of Harumi in his daughter so he named her Harumi. At first, he was afraid to suggest naming her Harumi but he did and to his shock Aliyaa accepted it.

*Most of the time, He got to carry Harumi as a baby. He loves her so much, He sang to her, rocked her, He carried her, He even fed her, And Aliyaa got to carry their baby-son.

🌻Harumi loves to be elegant, watering plants, Painting, cooking, sweets, writing, and helping people, She likes Japanese history and novels books, She loves to wear hanfus, and Kimonos, Hanbok and etc.

🌻Just like her mother, She loves self-care and being elegant in everything, she aspires to be like her mother.

🌻She is spoiled by her father, but he didn’t spoil her rotten, she is a responsible girl after all.

*Hanzo and Aliyaa taught their children how to use and control their powers. It was hard at first. But, now they mastered their powers.

🌻At the age of 9, Harumi showed signs of her hellfire powers, Which made Hanzo proud, she was very afraid that she started to cry. Her father immediately calmed her, He told her not to worry. He taught her and Satoshi how to master hellfire.

🌻Harumi was 13 when Takeda first came to the Shirai Ryu through his father Kenshi Takahashi, Harumi saw him as a little brother. She calmed him and played with him, she is like his older sister when he was all alone between strangers.

Takeda has grown to love Harumi and sees her as more than a sister, possibly a potential romantic partner, but he was afraid of the Grandmaster, Then Jacqui came into his life, He loves Jacqui now. It’s unbeknownst if he still has feelings for Harumi.

🌻At the age of 15 Harumi experienced her first period, she was very nervous and embarrassed, she was annoyed by the cramps in her lower belly, and she told her mother about this.

“Mom… I have something to tell you,” Harumi asked worriedly.

“What is it dear?” Her mother answered her.

“Mom… my lower belly hurts me and… Do you have a potion for me?” Harumi asked again.

“Oh, dear! This is okay, you are a woman now!” Her mother happily said.

“What do you mean by that?” Harumi asked.

“Is there blood when you pee? Her mother asked her.

“Yes.. but how did you know?” She muttered.

“Then this is what I think it is, you are having your monthly period,” Her mother replied, as she pours the tea into the cups, and sandwiches for her daughter.

“Honey, you must drink something hot and wear socks and slippers!” Her mother advised her.

“Okay, if you say so,” she told, Sitting on the bed near her mother.

Hanzo barged into the room, ”Aliyaa! Go check on our daughter if she is fine!” Hanzo commanded, he didn’t notice that Harumi was in the same room.

“Darling! You are here! how are you feeling!” He asked his daughter.

“Better Daddy!” She sweetly replied.

“I’m happy to hear this!” He muttered, then he hugged his daughter.

Then, All of them sat in the room, talking with each other and sipping tea.

🌻Once Harumi had reached 18, Hanzo was so afraid that she will start to think of love and marriage.

🌻On her 18 birthday, The gang gave her a lot of gifts. Even her other friends on her mother's side. They gave her a lot of precious gifts. Mainly older Aliyaa got her dream laptop. Hanzo gave her a traditional bow. Because he knows that she likes archery. Unbeknownst to Hanzo, Selviya gave her a magical girl brooch, To protect herself and her friends. She kept this a secret from her daddy.

Takeda once joked that her future boyfriend would be lucky if she was his girlfriend. To Hanzo’s dismay. He “gently” nudge Takeda’s elbow.

🌻She once asked if she can get a boyfriend her father immediately snapped at her. (Something all fathers would do xD) He regretted it afterward.

🌻Harumi knows that her father wants the best for her, And he knows more about life than her. She always listens to him, and she agrees with him on this. But deep down she wants to be loved like her mother and most of the girls like her age.

*Her mother once told her that she can’t love a guy without fully knowing him. Harumi agreed to this.

🌻She likes to play with her phone, computer, or even puzzle games.

🌻When she gets lonely she uses her fire powers to create a dragon made of her pure hellfire magic, she called him Allen.

*Hanzo Always calls her Shirai Ryu Princess. And she loved this and giggles when she remembers him saying it.

*Satoshi likes to pick on her sometimes, he just enjoys teasing her, Being the older brother he is.

*Jacqui gets extremely jealous of Harumi, whenever she passes by, Takeda looks at her and completely forgets about Jacqui.

🌻Harumi and Liling (Selviya and Kuai’s daughter) are extremely close friends, although these two have opposites powers, Fire and Ice being close friends.

🌻Harumi Always wonders about the other Harumi (Hanzo’s first wife). She always thinks about her, how she looks, and whether she will be jealous of her mother (Aliyaa).

She is still daddy’s girl, he loves to spoil her and makes desserts for her.

🌼She always feels like she is Rapunzel, A beautiful, young princess trapped in a temple instead of a tall tower, But she is grateful for her life since her daddy and mummy love her so much and care about her.

-One time, two foreign young handsome men lost their way to the city and ended up being near the Shirai Ryu territories, Hanzo immediately ordered them to leave, He wasn’t kind to them but his daughter was. They left the place, but tomorrow, they secretly return to the temple to meet the girl (Harumi).

-Once she saw The tall blonde-haired guy and blue eyes again, she falls in love with him, Hanzo wasn’t aware that these men are back at his temple.

“What’s your name?” She sweetly asked, waiting for his reply.

“My name is Nathan Spencer,” He replied, he is a bit embarrassed, and he was blushing while she was sweetly looking at him, offering him a lovely smile.

“What a lovely name! Mines Harumi Rose~” she muttered in her sweet sultry voice.

“Thanks!” He awkwardly replied.

Both locked their eyes for moments, Before Hanzo passes by and spotted them at his temple gates, he furiously came and ordered them to leave or things will get bloody.

“Hey! Didn’t I tell you both to leave yesterday?” He growled at the two men, The two men ran away once they saw Hanzo holding his Tānto.

🌻After this incident Hanzo reprimanded his daughter, It ended with her being unable to leave the temple without his permission let alone being near the gates.

“Do NOT go near the gates again, Am I clear? Shōjo! (young lady)” He reprimanded his daughter.

“Very clear, Otōchan,” She told him, “Good girl,” He gently said, patting her head then left.

He left, and while walking he regretted reprimanding her with his harsh usual tone, But part of him wants to believe he did the right thing.

He doesn’t want to see his daughter heartbroken because that man had manipulated her only to take her virginity, So in his heart and mind, he did the right thing.

🌻Harumi listened to her father and started to be only inside the temple, she isn’t allowed to go near the gate as her father ordered her. can’t help but falling in love with Nathan, and how hard she fall in love with him

🌻She kept studying, Training, and painting in her free time. Which made her father proud and glad.

🌼In the end, she loves her dad, mother, and her brother, She loves them all, she loves her family and everything about them <3

🌻That’s all for Harumi Rose Called by her father {Shirai Ryu Princess}🌼

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obscurecharactershowdown · 11 months

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Group D Round 1

[image ID: the first image is of Captain Grace, a girl with light colored hair, wearing a stylized blue and white pirate outfit with a short white skirt, white stockings, and black boots. she has a curled tail, resembling a cat's, and her left hand has a hook on it. the second image is of Gongyi Xiao, a young Chinese man with long dark hair half pulled into a ponytail. he wears hanfu with a flower-like design on the chest, a belt, and arm braces. he carries a sword with a large tassel attached to the hilt on his back. end ID]

Captain Grace

Captain Grace is a pirate themed magical girl whose power is to summon a giant magical ship. She is really bubbly and energetic, while also having a bit of a bad reputation at her school for being a rowdy kid. To most she seems like a delinquent, but she has a heart of gold!

Gongyi Xiao

in universe he's literally just "the protagonist of the novel but mildly worse" like im soooo sorry king youre protag minus demonic power and plot armor. he is my little meow meow even tho he showed up like 3 times total and died offscreen. i look at him and think oh my god thats what luo binghe could have been if he wasnt a protagonist. anyways i wuv his killer too but he shouldve lived. just a little dude

#obscurecharactershowdown #group d round 1 #obscure poll #captain grace #magical girl raising project #magical girl raising project limited #gongyi xiao #scum villain's self saving system #svsss #literally scanned the pic of gongyi xiao myself please appreciate my hard work

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welcometoteyvat · 4 months

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xiangling / yanfei for 25 and 2

MY GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

xiangling: people sleep on how she gets the friendship of gods and immortals just by offering them her cooking. first guoba then xiao who’s next. is xianyun’s “coming down to the mortal world” 下凡 arc gonna be her mechanical cooking pots and xiangling having a cooking competition? place your bets now. I liked her spotlight in moonchase (her scenes w keqing, madame ping, and the food survey we did around liyue) that was incredibly cute <3 this is also really random but I like that she has a dad to whom we can talk in game, and who isn’t a shitty father

yanfei: how she fits into liyue's theme of adepti adjusting to a mortal world, and more broadly, the differences or similarities between the godly and the human. also the interesting parallels between her and ganyu. also her relationships! you can reasonably connect her to a lot of characters—the chasm gang, ganyu, ningguang, keqing, zhongli, eula, etc. and they’re all fun dynamics!! I think her relationships with her father and madame ping are neat, and the concept of signing a contract to live happily is an interesting one and it fits her storyline!! i like that she's a cool side character who presents an interesting continuation of liyue's themes <33333

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

xiangling: hard to remember but I thought her story quest was really random bc I accidentally triggered it and had no idea who she was. I also was peeved that I had to pass the abyss to get her bc my team was Not well built at that time lmao. now,,, i like her! she’s incredibly cool idk.i feel like she’s still written as just a passionate chef obsessed w food in game but i will give her character depth in my head because she’s sweet and deserves it

yanfei: "thank god I got her I finally have another pyro unit besides amber!!!!! i love you thanks for saving my life random character" <- my first reaction as a New Player pulling on the standard banner, sick and tired of baron bunny's cooldown. I didn't meet her in game until the teapot quest so for a while she was just there carrying my team even tho I didn’t know much about her. now I cherish her w all my heart as a little deer lawyer w hypercompetence and flavor :) hanfu skin when

#ty for the ask <3333 #teyvat thoughts #yanfei #xiangling #i should really read more fic of them but I don’t want to filter through a million ship fics in ao3 #just to find ones where they’re only side characters or smth #like I’m sure people have written all my thoughts before I just can’t be assed to filter rip….#asks #anon ask #ask game #no shade to amber lovers im just atrocious at playing bow characters LOL yanyans auto target saved me #genshin impact

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nsk96 · 1 year

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I posted 6,445 times in 2022

That's 1,256 more posts than 2021!

252 posts created (4%)

6,193 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rurifangirl

@a-chaotic-dumbass

@spoopy-fish-writes

@yorunokatana

@anonymousgeekhere

I tagged 1,955 of my posts in 2022

#dishonored - 286 posts

#dragon raja - 229 posts

#dragonraja - 144 posts

#the outsider - 133 posts

#outsider my beloved - 109 posts

#dragon raja fan fiction - 105 posts

#corvo attano - 90 posts

#daddy corvo - 68 posts

#chime gen - 61 posts

#dishonored 2 - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 99 characters

#here’s some gold stars for you too ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

My Top Posts in 2022:

Starting a game cuz I feel like procrastinating. The most recent 5 characters in your camera roll are your new roommates:

Mine: Todoroki, “Walmart” Chime Gen, Bondarev, Yasha, and Johann Chu

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Art Help

I redid this list because broken links 💀

General Tips

Stretch your fingers and hands

Art is for fun

Never too late to start/improve

Using a tablet

Editing software: pictures & video

Moodboard resources

Comic pacing

Watercolor

Coloring

Color Theory (not children's hospital)

Gold

Dark Skin undertones

Dark Skin in pastel art

POC Blush tones

Eyes colors

Human Anatomy

POSE REFERENCES

Wizard Battle poses

Shoulders

Tips for practicing anatomy

Proportional Limbs

Skeletons

Hair Directions

Afro, 4C hair

Clothing

Long skirts

Traditional Chinese Hanfu (clothing reference)

See the full post

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It’s always: “gasp! The Outsider” this and “show yourself” and “black-eyed bastard” that.

It’s never: “hey Outsider, how ya been? You look great. Taking care of your health these days? Did you see what happened in Dunwall? I know you did but I thought we’d talk about it anyway.”

The guy obviously loves talking, like please, someone sit down and have a conversation with the precious void boi.

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So I was watching this show called “Motherland Fort Salem” and these three girls reminded me of some other group and I couldn’t quite figure out which group

Until the other day when I saw a post about some of my favorite childhood cartoons and realized��

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My #1 post of 2022

Okay why didn’t anyone warn me of the drastic changes WEBTOON made to their app?

What the heck is this shit??? Coins?!!

I left the app alone for one year and this shit happens? I barely have time to read so I’d binge when I get time!

I’m just trying to pick up where I left off and now I have to wait a whole day just to read another chapter? 😩😭

Like damn bro, I was always happy with just the ads😭

102 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#I can't believe I reblogged that many dishonored posts in just a few months lawd have merthy #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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ako-kipali · 1 year

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I posted 285 times in 2022

That's 181 more posts than 2021!

92 posts created (32%)

193 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ako-kipali

@tamisdava2

@longlostpath

@dasha-through-the-snow

@bogkeep

I tagged 220 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 112 posts

#my art - 34 posts

#art fight - 19 posts

#artfight - 19 posts

#meiker - 14 posts

#fanart for others - 10 posts

#digital art - 8 posts

#meiker.io - 5 posts

#gif - 4 posts

#dress up game - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#the characetrs wanted to develop this ina slow burn and i jsut tried to push it further along to reach them just even just kissing

My Top Posts in 2022:

Attack on DarkQueen_200 Who really deserves more attack based on sheer drive to make as many good attacks as possible, go follow them! https://artfight.net/~DarkPrincess2001

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Just my pretty boy with stinging nettles

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SO MY BELOVED FRIEND DID THIS ART PIECE IN RETURN.

LOOK AT THEM.

LOOK HOW PRETTY MY BELOVED BIRB MADE MY KIDS LOOK.

ABSOLOUTE MADLAD.

The ocs are Oyen(the fire boi) and Anue (the human girl) Their story is complex and I enjoy them and their developments.

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My #1 post of 2022

Happy new year’s y’all, What’s this here you ask? New son? New son.

This is Mo Gin. He is a modern rich boy and knows that he looks especially good in hanfu and will take advantage of that.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i saw this once and didnt immpediatelly make it into a post #and then this thing was obscured and inaccessible until today on the 15th

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emrinalex · 9 days

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Dear Xiao Zhan & Wang Yibo,

Hi. You don't know me because I am a slightly eccentric, white, retired lady with a spoiled Shih Tzu and dubious eyesight...but i digress.

As you two may recall, you both shot to fame in The Untamed (or CQL, as you probably know it better).

I watched your show in 2022, at which time I could not spell Beijing, let alone find it on a map.

Actually, it turns out - amusingly enough - i had the entire country of China in the wrong place in the map in my head (the same one where Reno NV is 5 miles from Las Vegas)!

I had China & Mongolia and Siberia/Russia completely flipped about. Who knew the Himalayas weren't near Shanghai! Not me!

Anyway,

Where was I? Oh, your live drama series. I'm a pushover for cute people in hanfu. And, see, I know translations are tricky to do well & can be awful (looking at you, Netflix).

So, i thought to myself, oh, it was somewhere in Episode 20 (around the time i wanted to punch Wei Ying in the face for being mean to Lan Zhan who had just spent 3 looooonng months in the wilderness with Jiang Cheng, aka "Grumpy Bro").

I thought: Self, if you could learn a bit of modern Chinese, you wouldn't be dependent on subtitles!

Yes! A brilliant idea!

And then i thought: Self, if you knew some Chinese history and some things about Chinese politics and culture, both ancient & modern, why if you did that, the drama (and Lan Zhan's speech patterns) would make more sense!

So, i hit the library. I googled. I watched history vids. I read articles.

And here we are, 2 years later, and I am still clueless why calling Lan Zhan "gege" (elder brother) is such a turn- on, but then, I don't get all the biting either. I just roll with it. Kind of like Wei Ying.

Fun fact: The Yangtze River is 6300 km long. It flows from a height of 5 km in the mountains all the way to Shanghai, where it dumps into the ocean in the same place it has for the last 11 million years. Except the Three Gorges Dam (built on ancient earthquake subsidence and fault lines) is stopping the silt from flowing into the area, so eventually poor Shanghai is going to sink beneath the rising tides of climate change. (Sure hope you guys don't own real estate there. Unless you want to swim in your livingroom).

Then there were oracle bones, the meaning of li, Confucious, chengyu, & the entire Han Dynasty, which gave me my favorite emperor, who is (given name) Liu Bang (劉邦). He was not a noble or even gentry. He schmoozed his way, more or less, into a job as a county deputy sheriff who was kind of lazy and drank a lot. A screw up (probably his) in a group prisoner transfer led to him becoming a war lord & then emperor of China. What's not to love!

So, thanks for it all, guys. I started out just wanting to fan girl you, and now I'm at least half-way into an associate degree in China, um, stuff. A bit eccentric of me, yes, but it keeps me off the streets and out of the pool halls, so i can't complain.

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yovodoes · 9 months

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Some Hanfu pose references ..!

by yours truly,,, these photos honestly made me feel magical (& maybe worthy of being an inspiration) <33

#chinese hanfu #hanfu fashion #汉服 #hanfu #hanfu references #art reference #yovo does a face #your hanfu girl <3 #traditional dress #chinese culture

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dolldepository · 3 years

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1/3 doll patterns *WIP*

Beth Alvarez (https://www.ithilear.com) Thank you very much for allowing me to post a direct link to your patterns!

*Please check the youtube videos for instructions on how to assemble the pieces and drop a nice comment!

*Size reference: Iplehouse EID man ~71cm

Iplehouse EID man yoked dress shirt // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man basic tee // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man Rune’s jacket // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man Rune’s pants // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man Rune’s shirt // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man vest // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man fantasy/pirate waistcoat // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man Rune’s masquerade coat

Iplehouse EID man laced breeches // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man yukata // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse EID man moto jacket // Youtube tutorial HERE

*Size reference: Iplehouse SID man ~63cm

Iplehouse SID man poet shirt // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man necktie // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man kurta (shirt) // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man casual/pajama pants // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man basic tee // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man vest // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man jeans/pants, no yoke // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man fantasy/pirate waistcoat // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man Vahn tailed waistcoat

Iplehouse SID man boxers // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man yukata // Youtube tutorial HERE

Iplehouse SID man sherwani (long coat-like garment)

*Size reference: Fairyland Feeple65 female ~62.5cm

Feeple 65 Firal’s dress // Youtube tutorial HERE

Feeple 65 laced skirt // Youtube tutorial HERE

Feeple 65 fantasy tunic // Youtube tutorial HERE

Feeple 65 simple waist cincher // Youtube tutorial HERE

Feeple 65 laced bodice // Youtube tutorial HERE

Feeple 65 reglan sweater // Youtube tutorial HERE

Feeple 65 mage robes

Feeple 65 high collared dress // Youtube tutorial HERE

Feeple 65 halter top/brassiere // Youtube tutorial HERE

*Size reference: Iplehouse nYID female ~58.7cm

Lined ballet flat shoe // Youtube tutorial HERE

Basic leggings // Youtube tutorial HERE

Cheongsam // Youtube tutorial HERE

Panties // Youtube tutorial HERE

Corset // Youtube tutorial HERE

Basic shirt

Hanfu // Youtube tutorial HERE

Fuzzy boots // Youtube tutorial HERE

Fantasy boots // Youtube tutorial HERE

Yukata // Youtube tutorial HERE

SMARTDOLL official patterns- Offered on the webpage

Smart doll patterns - Includes sets for men and women, just scroll down the text to find the links to the file.

Not clothes but the Smart doll page includes 3D printable parts.

Dolls West Designs free patterns recovered thanks to the wayback machine. Please go to the website to access the patterns as every pattern has a link for each size.

Pencil Skirt for Iplehouse BJD Females (nYID, SID, EID)

Panties for Iplehouse BJD Females (nYID, SID, EID)

Trouser pants for Iplehouse SID female

Trouser Pants for Iplehouse EID (female)

Trouser Pants for Iplehouse nYID (female)

Resin Rapture has several free patterns for Iplehouse dolls. Some of their patterns include tutorial, others don’t, but they are pretty self-explanatory. Pay attention to the “SEWING MATH“ category in case you want to resize a pattern to better fit your doll if it isn’t for their size exactly. Link HERE

The patterns available are:

KID pants

JID boy pants

JID girl pants

EID/SID/nYID man pants

EID/SID/nYID girl pants

EID/SID/nYID skirt

EID/SID/nYID top (girl)

EID/SID/nYID babydoll dress

KID/JID coat

FID man trunks

FID curvy top and leggings

Flat shoes for girls

#1/3 patterns #1/3 bjd #1/3 #doll pattern #doll resources #bjd #iplehouse #smartdoll #feeple65 #fairyland #EID #SID #nYID

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papirouge · 2 years

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Africa doesn't need a tradfem movement. Most African aunties can already cut vegetables by hand without a cutting board in 10 seconds. The whole "trad" movement is a very western one for euro/whites who've lost their traditions and are now dependent on Hello Fresh or microwavable meals. But if a black girl wanna wear pink and be into the more stereotypical soft 'european' feminine type of fashion, let her.. i mean everyone borrowing styles from each other anyway

As far as I know I never said Africa "needed" tradfeminism 🥴. I just pulled out cute pics of traditional African outfits that I dread wearing on the regular (a shame Europe weather is nasty and it's cold 2/3 of the year 😭).

Also I never aimed to prevent any Black woman to endorse the European brand of traditionalism, I-.... Anon, I BEG YOU to level up your reading comprehension and stop shoving in my mouth things that I never said 💀 That being said, now we're talking about it, I find...... interesting how the brand of African traditionalism is overlooked by the Black trad scene. 99% of the time, they'll endorse Western traditionalism aesthetic. Like the hanfu movement is getting big into the Asian community, I wish the African diaspora would look into the gracefulness of African traditionalism as well. I might be a bit based, but I think Afro trad is more ace and hits home more than any Western tradfashion would EVER. I mean .. that's the stuff MY ancestor were wearing 💜

Unfortunately for many trad people, this type of fashion is looked down as being "savage" and not as dainty & delicate as Western fashion tradstyle..... Decolonization of the mind is much needed.

#answered #tradfem

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mmoutfitters · 3 years

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Do you know any dresses for girls/robes for men that give off ancient asian royalty vibes?

hi! sorry this took me so long. this one was kind of hard. i had to do a bit of research and a lot of the CC items I found are buried under ads. Asian is also kind of broad, but hopefully this at least points you in the right direction.

- sgly-wenwem, palacesims4, zouyou - these tumblr blogs have a ton of Asian inspired outfits and content.

- sims 4 studio wcif thread is where I started. some of the links on there do use adly so use with caution.

- there is also a site called game.ali123, which I think is popular in China? it’s in Chinese, but there is a ton of Asian CC on there. some you have to login to download, and I didn’t (and personally wouldn’t) do that, but the ones I did download without needing to login seemed fine. but again, use at your own risk.

here are a few in game that worked for me. hope this helps.

1. Dang-eui Hanbok 2 2. Chi-Sims Chinese Duijin Rujun 3. Kimono 4. Hanfu Dress 5. Wenwem Dress

I also want to disclaim that I am not Asian or of Asian heritage, and my response to this prompt is purely based on research via google. Please let me know if any of this information is incorrect and I will gladly update :)

#wcif #asian #culture

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ashley-jones · 2 years

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Love of Flower Blossom

Chapter 3

Possibly Family

Warnings: Death, blood, fighting, past parental manipulation, gaslighting, long chapter, Xue Yang teasing & insane self

Blood flowed from a cut from the assassin's blade. He didn't even have to cause pressure for a wound to appear and bleed. The winter girl could feel the blood leak down her chest, head leaned back against the wall watching the male from a corner. Wrists bound behind her, and mouth gagged keeping her silent.

'so much for asking my questions..' she thought. Her icy eyes where glaring at him, and if looks could kill he'd be dead by now. "Your father really wants you dead. He believed you to be a son, oh how wrong he was." he coldly spoke. "I'm almost tempted to toss you to his kingdom to show his bastard daughter." he slowly added. Frost shook her head glaring up at him, body flinching back when he placed the tip of his blade in the middle of her throat.

"but that's not my mission." he mumbled. He lifted the blade and before he could slit her throat, an arrow flew through the air and stashed into the wall. The assassin had been cut off looking back at the arrow with look of confusion. During his distraction, Frost pushed herself up and ran for it, body squeezing out the half open door and running into the woods.

Rocks cut into her bare feet, blood smearing her ankles and soles. Loose branches cut her pale cheeks, causing more blood to slowly drip down her cheek mixing with fallen tears. A male dressed in an angelic white Hanfu came into her line of sight. But her body collapsed to the forest floor, her feet numb from the constant running and walking the past few days, her mind hazy from the lack of rest.

Hands came into her line of sight, the makeshift gag being removed allowing her to take in a large breath. She felt the ropes being removed from her wrists, body being lifted into a bridal position. She looked up at him meeting his brown eyes, but slowly her eyes closed, head falling against the males shoulder no longer capable of fighting.

"My prince! You found the girl.." Hitomi called out. Both him and Esji where out of breath, having ran to the angelic male. "You allowed her to be captured by the man assigned to kill her. How idiotic can you two be?" the male questioned. His deep voice sent chills down both guards spines, slowly following after him once he began the journey back to the kingdom.

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Icy eyes opened slowly, gaze cloudy with sleep, body sore and filled with ache. Shifting slowly feeling the comfort of silk and cotton around her. A sweet smell of sweets and spicy scent of oakwood and arrows filled her senses. She was in a large room, a middle table sitting close to her with a white and blue laced pillow laid on the floor, scrolls and books where nearly stacked in the corners.

Slowly sitting up, Frost positioned herself so her bat feet where touching the wooden floors. A beautiful silky white Hanfu sat loosely on her body, bandaged wrapped around the soles of her feet and ankles. Lifting her fingers to her cheeks, nails tracing a bandage along her cheekbone.

"I'm glad you're awake." came a smooth voice. The girl turned her head finally spotting the male sitting at one of the tables writing across a scroll. "Where am I?" she questioned. Her voice was horse with sleep causing a dry feeling in her throat. "You're in the Chen clans kingdom. I'm glad I was passing through the forest in time of your attack, if not I'm afraid you'd be dead." he softly spoke.

"Chen.. Clan.." she whispered. She quickly stood only to stumble and fall to her knees, a pained whine leaving her. The male was quick to stand gently lifting her up like she weighed a feather and laid her back down on the cot. "You're in no shape to be moving around yet. Your body is exhausted and needs to rest." he lectured.

"Y-you don't understand.. t-this king wants me d-dead, I cannot b-be here.." she quickly stuttered. "No harm will come to you... Sister." he whispered. Her iced eyes widened when he said sister, staring up at him then looked away staring at the ceiling. He chuckled fixing her Hanfu and tucked her hair properly so it wouldn't pull. "I'm the oldest of your three brothers and 1 sister, I'm Kuragari." he whispered. She looked up at him once more, cheeks a light shade of pink. "Frost.." she whispered.

'I have three brothers, and a sister?!?' she questioned herself.

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After a few hours of rest, Frost was up and moving looking through the areas Kuragari recommended. She's only seen him and then maids, but other than that she hasn't met any of her other brothers, or any of the higher ups of the clan.

The sounds of metal flashing caught her attention, drawing her towards a balcony. Pushing the glass open slowly and stepping outside, looking down into a courtyard, 2 males surrounded by others dressed all in white stood with their swords out.

A tall male with dark hair walked up and stood slightly behind the icy female. "Do you know how to duel?" he suddenly asked. It made her jump in surprise quickly looking back towards the male. "Um.. I only know what my mom had taught me." she softly spoke. He hummed stepping up so he was standing beside her looking down at the group. She stared up at him, his headband catching her attention, but she didn't question it, instead slowly looked back down the dueling group.

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After a while Frost was introduced to her two other brothers, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng. The two where polar opposites, Jiang Cheng was strict and always on point, while Wei Wuxian was a troublemaker and a pinpointed trickster. She was still yet to meet Yanli tho.

Jiang Cheng shook her hand, while Wei Wuxian hugged her tightly, even lifted her off the ground with a bug smile begging for her to come on a short mission with him, Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan, which she kindly accepted.

She's heard of the possessions of clans, even seen it with her own eyes in the village she lived in. Eyes white as snow, and brains torn from their bodies creating a dark emptiness. They grab and infect others like the living dead, tearing them from their insides out, leaving nothing but a path of blood.

"The Yin Iron? I've heard of it before during my early studies with my mother's. It's a piece forged in two halves of mysterious metals, and when it's activated all corpses within that certain area come under the control of the Yin.." Frost softly spoke as she walked with the three boys, standing between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian. "You're mother was very smart I take it." Len Zhen spoke. Frost hummed softly with a slightly nod. "She was a teacher of history before she got pregnant with me." she spoke.

"Hah! It looks like we won on the family part! Maybe you can trace some of the disciples when we get back!" Wei Wuxian spoke up. His arm wrapping around the shorter girls shoulders with a big smile. She looked up at him smiling softly then looked ahead, staring at the Yueyang Chang Clan mansion. "No knocking." Jiang Cheng spoke. "There is.." Frost whispered. Two knocks hit on the large doors, Lan Zhan held up a bag that began glowing blue, she was confused as to what it was but didn't question. Instead she watched Wei Wuxian cast a spell to open the door.

A smell pushed through the door, her hand coming up and covering her mouth and nose, not from the smell but the two bodies clothed in red hanging from the wooden stakes. She placed her arms down and crossed it over her stomach, having seen this before. "Such a massacre.." she whispered. The four walked up the steps slowly entering the clans mansion, looking at each of the bodies. Each separating to check for any lasting survivors.

Kneeling down and fanning her Hanfu out she gently pulled a woman's kimono looking at her throat. Memories of the same red markings around the woman's throat ran through her mind. 'Possession.. But what or who killed them all?' she thought.

Standing up she looked to the tip of the building, making eye contact with a smirking male. "Who do you think did this?" Jiang Cheng questioned. Frost pointed up causing the three males to look up finally noticing the sitting male. "Hello." The boy spoke with a smirk. He stood up jumping from the roof and to the ground, stepping towards the four.

"It seems the fun is already over. But maybe you can give a but more of an entertainment." the boy spoke. He had a child like persona, eyes big and wide like a child waking up to a new pet. His smirk was childish but sadistic at the same time, sending shivers down both Jiang Cheng and Frost's spine. "It's rude to stare!" he childishly called out. "You murdered a whole clan, what do you expect, a reward of sorts?" Frost spoke up.

The boy looked at her, stepping down a few steps and leaned forward meeting her shorter form. Her skin was ice, a freezing cold temperature running off her body. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng could feel it considering the both stepped away shivering. "Impressive.. You don't even need a blade, you are your own weapon." the boy whispered. Her icy colored eyes never left his, face stoic and emotionless, body refusing to show any type of weakness in front of the killer.

The boy burst into laughter leaning back and smiling at the girl. "I like you!" he called out. "So short and cute but yet so brave! It's adorable!" he spoke. "I challenge you first." he suddenly spoke firmly. "That's unfair. You should choose someone better, and make it more fair. You have a sword, she does not." Wei Wuxian spoke. "Of course she does, its under in a holster under that dress of hers." The boy spoke.

Frost looked up, the smiled stepping back and pulling her dress to the side pulling her long knife from the silver holster Hitomi had given her. Letting the dress fall back into place, her smile never leaving. "It still quite unfair.." she softly spoke. "Too bad, it seems we won't be much of an entertainment as you thought." she added.

Lan Zhan stared at her then looked up realizing what she was doing. She was distracting the boy as a male dressed in black drops down behind him. 'How did she know someone was coming?' he questioned. He watched as Wei Wuxian pulled her back with them, in which she smiled softly bowing her head. "I believe you might have saved our asses from turning out like the clan.." he whispered. "I could feel the air shift meaning someone was coming, so I thought it be best to distract him instead of instigating anything.. There is a time for a battle and this was not one of those times. The souls are not yet rested, they don't deserve more trauma than they've already gotten.." she softly spoke.

Jiang Cheng smiled at her words, realizing her true care for other people and lost souls. He looked at Wei Wuxian who was staring down at their sister with a smile. The two of them were very much alike, not only did they share a few features, more than half siblings probably should. But soon it hit him, and made the white dressed male look towards Lan Wangji, who was already looking at him.

'You learn something new everyday..' Jiang Cheng thought.

Once returning to the Lotus Pier, Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian convinced Frost to meet their father and Yanli. She was highly hesitant, considering the king was the one who supposedly sent the assassin to cut her head off, but the boys reassured her that he would do no such thing.

She stood outside her head downwards, when a female came up to her smiling brightly. "You must be Frost.." she softly spoke. The female looked up staring at the beautiful girl. "Ah.. Yes." she quickly responded. Yanli smiled before reaching forward hugging the younger tightly. "It's lovely to finally meet you! I've always wanted a sister!" Yanli happily said. Frost was surprised by the hug, but slowly hugged back with a soft smile. "It's lovely to meet you Yanli.." she whispered.

Yanli moved back smiling softly, carefully grabbing her hand and bringing her inside smiling at her brothers and her father. The grand master looked towards the two girls, a smile slowly appearing. He stepped off the small stage and walked towards the two girls. He bowed his head to Yanli then reached forward touching Frost's cheek. She moved slightly before slowly relaxing, eyes staring between him and Yanli.

"You are freezing.." he whispered. She held onto her inner sleeves finally looking up at her father. "I was born in the North my lord.." she softly spoke. "My blood has run cold instead of warm." she softly added. "You speak rather elegantly, you've been taught well. You're mother was a very long woman." The grand master looked between both Wei Wuxian and Frost as he said this.

"I was told you wanted my head." she suddenly spoke up. "I was attacked in the woods by an assassin, Battosai I believe. He said he retrieved an order from the grab master to take my head." she spoke. He stepped back lowering his head, his children looking at him and the young iced female. "It was not me dear.. Possibly my wife, Madame Yu. No matter the mother of my children, I would never stoop so low to harm them. You're all dear to me in your own ways, even if I choose not to show it." he slowly spoke.

She looked under at him then lowered her head in a respectful bow. "I was told you were ruthless, but it seems I've heard wrong.. Thank you for allowing me into your home and welcoming me a bed. I have been stuck in isolation my whole life, and to be surrounded by such caring people has made me quite happy." she said. Wei Wuxian smiled grabbing her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind, hugging her against his chest. "She so sweet it's adorable!" he loudly spoke. Yanli smiled holding her sister hand, while Jiang Cheng watched with a small smile.

Wei Wuxian walked out with Yanli and Frost by his sides, arms wrapped around both them. "Wei Wuxian and Frost are full siblings aren't they father?" Jiang Cheng questioned. The grand master hummed watching the three leave to change. "What will mother think?" the boy questioned. "We will find out. But Frost seems to be a strong girl, I have a feeling Madame Yu will not phase her." the master sternly spoke.

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Frost took Madame Yu's insults better than any man ever could. The girl sat on her knees, politely staring at the woman, never once interrupting her rants, of even showing any sign of offense to the word bastard thrown at her and Wei Wuxian. Her hand had snuck around Wei Wuxian's wrist holding it carefully, his eyes sad and pained, and when he looked down at her she bowed, hair falling and covering a comforting smile.

Wei Wuxian shifted his wrist and grabbed her hand holding it between their legs. Her hand was warm to the touch, no longer a freezing cold like it has been every time he's touched her. He lifted his head watching as Madame Yu stormed off, hand gripping Frost's tightly before standing and pulling her along with him. The insults where throne towards them and she can just sit there like it was completely normal. He wanted to know more about her mother, and why she was placed into isolation, and he felt like he was the only one who could ask.

He pulled her into his personal Chambers, sliding the door shut and turning away from him. She looked up at him with a soft expression, hand slowly sliding along his back and moving in front of him. "Are you okay?" she softly questioned. "No. How can you just sit there staring with such a polite status as she insults you?!" he called out. She sighed quietly bowing her head staring at the floor. "I can do it because I'm use to those types of insults. After a while you become use to them, and soon they don't even phase you anymore." she softly spoke.

Wei Ying didn't like that answer. She shouldn't have to be use to it. They were children, they didn't deserve to be called out for what their parents did. She took his hand and sat down at the small table in the middle of the room. "When I was young, my mother wasn't the nicest person. She had a very sweet personality, and never showed any sight of anger, but she was a very manipulative woman. When we went into the village at the bottom of my home mountain, I was always referred to as the bastard of Lotus Pier. I never understood it until my mother explained it, but after she did she began calling me it as well.

Anytime I'd want to go out and explore she'd stop me and gaslight me into staying, reminding me that no one in the world would ever actually want me because I don't share the queens blood, but instead a concubines.

2 years after she died I had no choice but to result into a different village, hence the one the guard took me from. The insults never ended, and soon they didn't even phase me. So I can sit there with a smile because Madame Yu is correct but wrong at the same time. I'm capable of seeing what she thinks and how the thought of her lover being with someone is doing to her. She can't take it out on anyone else, so she takes it out on the children.. It's how it is, there is nothing you can truly do about it.." she explained.

He looked at her before looking down with sad eyes. "I want you to come with me and Jiang Cheng to the Wen clan mansion, it's a meeting with other clans seeking peace and hostility.. But.. Len Zhan is there, and I'm worried he may be hurt.." he shakily spoke. Frost smiled at the mention of Lan Zhan, having seen the connection between the two the moment she saw the two. "I'd love to come Wei Wuxian.." she whispered. "But two favors if I may.." she softly spoke. He looked up nodding for her to continue. "Can I have a new Hanfu, preferably like yours but possibly more cooling.. And a sword." she softly spoke.

He smiled and nodded holding her hand, before gently pulling her to him, arms wrapping around her from behind and pulling her back to his chest. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, laying her head on his shoulder. "I saw the way you and Xue Yang where talking to one another. Don't tell me my sister is falling for that crazy guy." he joked. She hummed shrugging her shoulders looking up at the ceiling. "I doubt it. He just has a fun personality." she whispered.

The two sat there in silence, his chin was pressed into the top of her head staring off into the distance. Her head laying on his shoulder, soft breath fanning on his neck, her heartbeat calm as she slept soundly against.

"I'm happy to have you here little sister.." he whispered.

#the untamed #ashes of love #rurouni kenshin #jiang cheng #xue yang #battousai #nijiro murakami #dori sakurada #kdrama fanfiction #kdrama #jdrama fanfiction #jdrama #wang zhuocheng #love at first sight #enemies to lovers #best friends to lovers #lan zhan #lanling jin

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Cute Little Princess

Anonymous said: Anything with phinks please 🥺 I love this big dumb gym rat sm

Type: Phinks x Princess Reader

Au?: None (Is in the same timeline as N.E.R.D.S)

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: Angst

Author Note: Oof you give me my boi Phinks and say anything?! Get ready my friend cause I know the perfect thing 😤👏👏. Also I used a small reference to my one of my favorite childhood shows if anyone can catch it. It’s very small though.

So today’s a Tuesday, an average taco Tuesday for mister Phinks Magcub. Well that’s what he would like to say right now.

“So Mr Magcub, you’re a wealthy businessman from the Mimbo republic?�� A women says, laughing before taking a sip from from her expensive wine.

“W-why yes I am ma’am.”

Why couldn’t the boss have picked Nobunaga or even Machi for this mission? Phinks was currently stuck in the Royal Castle of the Fushi Empire. Chrollo had wanted someone to get close to the royal family in order to collect information on where their famous Dragon Eye collection was located. And of course, Shalnark, being the ass he is who was originally chosen, had to drop out at the last minute. So, Phinks had to cover for him.

Phinks is snapped out of his thoughts as the Emperor puts down his wine glass. He wipes his stubbly chin with a cloth before looking at Phinks.

“So, Mr Magcub, you said you are interested in marrying one of my daughters, if I’m correct? Which one catches your eye?” The Emperor questions, moving his hand to point at his 3 daughters. The golden robe the emperor was wearing flows in the wind from an open window as he does so.

Phinks turns to look at the girls in front of them. They were all incredibly beautiful but one had caught his eye since he first stepped into the room. It was the youngest daughter of the Fushi Emperor, (Y/n) Fushi. No one could lie that the lady was absolutely gorgeous, with locks that look like pure silk and bright diamond like eyes. She also wore a very nice light jade green and white Hanfu that made her look like a little princess. But, as much as Phinks want to choose her, he knew that the best choice for the mission would be the eldest daughter, Himiko.

“I actually like your eldest daughter, Himiko. Her long blond locks against her pink kimono really catch my eye.” Phinks says, smiling at the princess. Himiko and the middle sister giggle like crazy and whisper to each other. He’s now actually thankful that one of the old men back at Meteor City taught him proper etiquette and how to be a gentleman. Cause if he didn’t, he probably would be hanged by now.

The king chuckles at his daughter’s antics. “Well Mr. Magcub, I’m sure my daughter would love to be your bride.”

Phinks smirks to himself. What a sucker. “Please, no need for formalities, call me Phinks.”

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“So, did you finally get it?” Phinks says as he leans against the windowsill. Watching the greens of the prestigious castle garden move under the moonlight gleam.

“Yeah we got it, it was pretty easy too. The Dragon Eye collection is in fact already back at the base. Also the Boss wants you back by sometime tomorrow or the day after that. So you’ll probably want to get a move on.” Nobunaga's voice says from the phone.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I’ll be there.”

Phinks hangs up the phone and lets out a sigh. Finally, after 2 weeks stuck here, his life will go back to normal. He could finally get out of this uncomfortable green tang suit he’s been wearing. Huh? It’s you again. Phinks looks out at the window as you begin to climb the garden wall. While he’s been here, Phinks has noticed that it’s a nightly thing you do; you climb the wall, leave for hours on end and come back tired. What are you? One of the twelve dancing princesses?

He truly wonders what you go off and do. Phinks suddenly smirks to himself. Well, it is his last night here so it wouldn’t hurt to follow. Who knows maybe you're some secret stripper or lady of the night? He whistles to himself at the thought. Man that would be awesome if that is the case. He surely hopes so.

And, in a flash, Phinks is out of his bedroom, with his small bag of stuff slinged over his shoulder. After quietly jumping through the trees, he is following you down the winding streets of the capital city. It was pretty easy too since you're not wearing a cloak, after all there’s really no need for it in the first place since no one knows what the princesses look like.

You, the youngest princess of Emperor HuinYa Fushi, was slipping past people in the crowd, wearing an old Hanfu from one of the servants. Your heart is pounding as you look past the many street lanterns and open shops for the night. No matter how many times you sneak out, it nevers gets old. Afterall, you believed this sight was much more beautiful than being back at the castle. Trapped like a bird in a cage. You, honestly, just wanted to explore the world, seeing everything it has to offer. The good and the bad.

“Miss! How about a nice refreshing Bing Tanghulu? It’s only two for 25 quien.” The salesman shouts, pointing a candied strawberry skewer right at you. The man’s silliness causes you to break out in a giggle and you reach into your pocket to grab some money. Once you have the 3 silver coins needed to buy them you go to give it to the salesman.

“Here—“ “Here. She’ll take two strawberry ones and I’ll take a grape one.” You freeze as you are cut off by a man’s deep voice and an arm slinging around your shoulder. You look up as the mystery man who holds out two of the sticks to you and gasp in shock. “Phinks?!?”

“Hiyah sweetheart.” Phinks says and smirks, taking a bite out of a candied grape. You shakily grab the two sticks from him as he leads you away. How did he know you were here? Did he follow you? You look around worriedly. Wait, is your whole family at the market tonight?

“What are you doing here?!” You whisper-shout. You were probably ghostly pale from worry, though that is probably hard to see due to how dark it is out. But still, you don’t want your father to find out you're sneaking out every night. He won’t ever leave you on your own again, if he found out.

“I should be asking you the same thing.”

“W-well…” You just sigh in defeat causing Phinks to chuckle. Oh god what a mess you got into. You better hope your father and sisters aren’t actually here. You're suddenly startled as Phinks ruffle your hair.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, It’s just me. I just wanted to see where you run off to every night. Mind showing me what you do?” You bite your lip as Phinks says that. It would be fun for someone to join you for once. But… could you trust him? He might be your sister’s fiancé but they have been only engaged for 2 weeks. He’s also acting differently right now than what he is usually like. “Come on. Lead the way?”

You look up at Phinks as he pats you on the back. You guess, it wouldn’t hurt for some company for one night. Right? You giggle and grab him by the arm, dragging him down the street. “Ok! Come on then. It’ll be fun.”

Phinks smirks as he runs with you. You even looked gorgeous running through the crowds under the blurred red and yellow lanterns. He kind of wondered what it would be like running with you hand n’ hand after some sort of robbery or heist. That would be fun but oh well, at least you’re showing him what you do for fun.

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This is not what Phinks expected when you said this is what you do for fun.

“Kick his ass, girl!!”

“Come on!! I bet a lot of money on that guy.”

“Hell yeah!”

There he was standing on the sidelines in an underground small stadium, watching a princess he found cute as fuck in an illegal underground fighting match. Who knew you were an enhancer as well. Phinks is knocked out of his confusion as a rumble shakes through the arena. You had just roundhouse kicked the guy out of the rink and right through a stone wall.

“And that's match! (Y/n) wins by K.O!!” The referee announces, holding up your arm. The crowd breaks out into cheers and boos. Phinks grumbles, some of the people who bet on that guy were just sore losers.

“Phinks!” Phinks looks up to see you running and leaning on the railing of the fighting floor. Damn. Phinks felt like he was melting into the floor as you came up to him. You honestly looked like his dream girl; You looked so cute with diamond shining eyes, your fragile doll-like features and your silky hair pulled out of your face. But, with you covered in sweat, bruised up a little and covered in the blood from the other guy, you also looked so hot and now ten times better than he first met you in his opinion. “W-what did you think?”

Phinks chuckles as you look nervous, waiting for his opinion. “That was awesome. Good job! I didn’t even know you knew nen.”

“Ah-h yeah. I got initiated into it after some of the older members gave me a heads up for a championship match I was supposed to take part in. I was honestly so thankful for them.” You say, remember back to about 2 years when this had all started. Wow…it had really been that long ago. Oh, wait a minute! “Phinks!”

Phinks hums in response and raises an eyebrow. You blush in embarrassment and look down, fumble with the rope like railing. You can’t believe you're about to ask this, “D-Do you wanna do a match?”

Phinks is shocked for a minute before smirking and jumping up over the rope. You light up like a kid on Christmas as soon as you see him step into the ring. “Sure sweetheart. But, I ain’t going easy on you.”

“O-ok! Hey Ref, I have a challenger!”

Phinks smiles as he watches you run off to the ref to explain the match and your challenger. Honestly, he’s positive at this point that you're his dream girl. He suddenly frowns as he realizes something.

He has to leave tonight…. crap.

“Phinks!!” Phinks looks up as you stand on the other side of the ring. “Ready?”

Phinks smiles and nods. The match bell rings signaling the fight has begun. He’ll deal with that problem once it comes. But right now, it’s his time to have fun.

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“Awww man!! I can’t believe you beat me~ I for sure thought I was going to win.” You whine as you and Phinks make your way through the now dark and practically empty streets. All the lanterns were out so the only light provided was from the big full moon dropping into the horizon, though you didn’t mind since it was such a clear night out. A perfect night to watch the stars. Well, it technically would have been but you were so distracted by the fun you were having that you didn’t realize how late it is. The sun will break over the horizon any second now and you better get back to the castle.

Though that was the least of your concerns, Phinks was acting weird. He hadn’t answered you or smiled at all since you two started walking back to the castle. The only thing he did other than walk behind you and act like a puss is he kept on weirdly checking his phone every couple of seconds. Like he was waiting for something. Did something happen while you weren’t looking?

You hear a small grumble from him as he checks his phone again. That was it. You’ve had enough of his antics. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to face him. “Phinks! What’s the matter with you?”

Phinks blinks a couple of times before pushing past you, grumbling something under his breath. That ass! You weren’t having any of that so you grabbed onto his arm and pulled him down onto the ground. Phinks glares at you as he lands on his ass, “What the hell was that for?!”

“That’s for not listening to me! Now, what is wrong with you? I thought we had fun tonight.”

Phinks tches and mumbles, “Well it’s not like it’s ever going to happen again.”

“W-well why not?!”

“It’s just not alright!” He shouts, brushing himself off as he stands up from the dirty ground. You glare at the man in front of you, a golden hue surrounding him since the sun has just begun to rise over the horizon.

You were just so confused as he just stalks by you again. What did he mean by you two wouldn’t do this again? Of course you two could. He’s going to be around the castle for practically 3 months before he gets married to your sister. “Of course we can do this again!! We could do this every once in a while or even every night. Your marrying my sister in 3 month—“

“I’M NOT MARRYING HER!” Phinks shouts angrily, stopping in his tracks; His back facing you. You froze in place.

“W-why not… I don’t understand…”

Phinks chuckles darkly at that and he reaches to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning the collared shirt. “Of course you don’t…well I’m going to spell it out for you, sweetheart.”

With a flick of his wrist, Phinks pulls down the top half of his green tang suit down. You gasp a little as you see it. In the golden light of the sun, you see a big spider tattoo with the number 5 on it. He is…

Your throat and lips suddenly felt very dry as you attempted to speak. “Y-you’re part of the phantom troupe... So, you were after…”

“Yeah. I was after the Dragon Eye Collection this whole time. And now that we have it, I’m leaving and never coming back.”

You stood there frozen as you watched him finally turn around and walk past you. You stare at the ground unable to look at his face as he places a warm hand on your head.

“I was going to walk you back but I doubt that’s needed. So long, (y/n).”

And like that Phinks is gone. Yet you could still feel the strange warmth that his hand provided on the top of your head. You laugh for a second before hot bubbling tears cascade down your face. How strange this is. How strange it is that a man you’ve only known for two weeks has made you this happy in one night. More happy than you’ve ever been.

You curl down into your knees as you sob. It hurts. Your heart really hurts. You’ve never felt so lonely and empty before.

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Phinks walks through the bamboo shoot forest outside of the capital city. He’s lost in his thoughts when suddenly his phone finally dings. He looks at it for a second before he finally chuckles.

“Too late for that now, boss.” He mumbles to himself, looking at the text written out.

Boss: Well based on what you told me, since she can take care of herself she is fine to stay, but she also can’t interfere with troupe activities. Bring her at the meeting tomorrow so the members can meet her. I’m honestly curious as to why you picked her.

It was honestly way too late. Maybe if he hadn’t told you right then and walked you back to the castle then, maybe you two would be together right now? No, it would be inevitable at that point. He would have to leave eventually and he highly doubts you would go with him. You're a princess after all and he’s just some pathetic street rat.

Phinks sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair. Man, you really drive him crazy.

“Phinks!!”

Phinks blinks as he hears a faint voice yelling in the distance.

“Phinks!”

There it is again. Wait, he recognizes that voice.

“(Y/n)!” Phinks run off in your direction as he sees you also alone in the bamboo woods with a backpack on your back. You smile, with your tears streak cheeks stretching, as you also run over to him. Clutching onto him like your life depended on it. Phinks finally smiled for the first time that morning as he heard you mumble 5 magical words into his jacket.

“Don’t leave me behind, idiot.”

Maybe, just maybe, hope wasn’t all lost for that spider.

Bonus:

“Crap another group of guards. This is the 10th search group out to look for you today.” Phinks mutters angrily, as you two hide from them in a bush. You sigh, kind of sad that you were making Phinks go through all this trouble for you.

“I’m sorry Phinks. Maybe I really should have stay—“

“Don’t you dare say that, sweetheart. Now that you're with me you aren’t ever going back.” You blink a couple of times before giggling and holding on to him tight.

“Thank you Phinks…”

“Hey Paul. Did you hear a giggle over there just now?”

You and Phinks freeze. Crap!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #phinks magcub #phinks #phinks x reader #hxh scenarios

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