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mochegato · 4 years

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Covert Dating

Written for the Jasonette July First Date prompt.

This was it. Marinette had managed to get out of the house without Adrien knowing about it so she could have her first date with Jason. Not that she didn't want Adrien to know about it, it's just that she absolutely DID NOT WANT ADRIEN TO KNOW ABOUT IT. At least not until after the first date… or tenth, you know, whatever.

Adrien knowing meant endless teasing, “knowing” glances, waggling eyebrows, and in-no-way subtle references. Adrien knowing meant an attempt at a shovel talk, which as humorous as it would be to see Adrien attempt to shovel talk a man twice his size, and as flattered as she would be that he tried, no. Just No. She was nervous enough about this date. She had waited long enough for this date.

She and Jason had been building up to this for months. They had first run into each other a few months ago at a coffee shop they both liked and started exchanging courteous nods and discrete, longing stares whenever they ran into each other, eventually building up to smiling at each other and occasionally making funny faces to get the other to smile. But they only really started talking a few weeks ago when she sat at his table and started up a conversation. He looked shocked for a few seconds but then grinned that heart-stopping grin of his and started responding. After that they chatted and flirted whenever they were both there until they finally took the next step, or rather he did, asking her on a date just after she knocked a would-be mugger on his ass after he had attempted to take another patron’s purse.

Hmm… should she be worried that violence seemed to be the tipping point for Jason? Nah, she was going to assume it was because he liked strong women, another bonus to add to the growing list of impressive things about him.

Jason was absolutely amazing. He was funny and he was smart and he was handsome and he was so sweet to her. He cared about others and she had seen him stand up to a few people he thought were acting improperly, which they were. He was interested in her and he had always been more than willing to listen to her and encourage her. He seemed to return the favor and would talk to her about his days and trust her with some of his secrets too. They had built up an immense amount of trust in a very short time, which was frankly a little alarming but also comforting, like being with Jason was right.

They had taken so long to get to this point and now she was completely enamored with Jason. She needed this date to go well. She didn’t need outside interference messing it up. And if Adrien messed up this date, she was not going to react kindly. Which would be a problem because blood was a bitch to get out of carpeting.

She had taken all the necessary precautions. She had smuggled her clothes for the date out of the apartment the morning before and hidden them in her office so she could leave straight from her office that night. She then told Adrien she had to work late, which wasn’t unusual for this time of year so he shouldn’t be suspicious, plus it was kind of true. She had worked late on some designs before getting ready for the date, so it wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t ideal getting ready in the office, but she made it work, not that she needed a lot of space or time, really.

She had opted for casual elegance rather than fancy, which would seem out of place in the small, cozy restaurant they had agreed to meet at. She had chosen a loose silk shirt with red detailing and black tailored pants paired with red flats, in case they wanted to go for a walk after the date, and bright red lips, in case he needed something to focus on during the date. The killer red leather jacket she had designed and created, inspired by Jason, tied it all together and was hanging on the chair behind her. It wasn’t her regular style but she liked the end result and if it made Jason speechless for a few seconds, even better.

The waiter brought a glass of water for her while she waited. She thanked the waiter and brought the glass up to her lips to take a drink then thought better of it and set it back down. Her phone pinged almost as soon as her hand left the glass. She looked down and saw a text from Adrien.

‘Too scared to actually take a drink?’

What? No. She was NOT too scared to take a drink. That's not why... Well, kind of. It wasn't her fears that were getting to her it was her anxiety, which was caused by fears. It was a fine line, really.

She knew everything was set for them to have a great date. They had great banter, they trusted each other, they were attracted to each other (if the lingering stares he gave her were any indication), and they were both interested in the other and single. She knew she had no reason to be nervous and as soon as Jason got there she would relax, but anxiety didn’t always need a reason to take over. So she focused on controlling as much as she could in the hopes of repressing her anxiety. She had chosen the perfect outfit and done her makeup flawlessly. And her lipstick! She couldn’t take a drink before Jason even got there because she didn't want it smudged before he could... wait… What the Fuck!! How did he… Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.

Her head whipped up as she looked around the restaurant. There were a few couples laughing and gazing lovingly at each other, quite a few people on their own watching their phones as they ate, a group of three at another table partially hidden behind menus. They were a bit suspicious, but the blonde in that group was a girl and the boys both had black hair, so they weren’t Adrien. She looked behind her and saw someone grinning at her.

Well, fuck. Apparently not all the necessary precautions then.

Because there was Adrien in a “top notch” disguise; dark glasses, baseball cap, a black mustache, seriously? A black mustache with his blonde hair? That looked… natural, and was that a trench coat!? Yep, that was a trench coat. WTF Adrien! That idiot has absolutely no chill. None whatsoever. Not too surprising really, being the drama king that he is. No blending in unnoticed skills either, which is, you know, a bit surprising considering all the times they snuck out together and that he was Chat freaking Noir. Apparently all his stealth was used when he was Chat and he had none left over for Adrien.

Marinette glared at him and was about to start threatening him when she heard the bell from the door opening. She turned around in time to see Jason entering. Adrien momentarily forgotten, Marinette relaxed and gave a beaming smile, standing up to greet him.

Jason walked in and scanned the room narrowing his eyes then rolling them and started muttering under his breath. Her anxiety ramped up. He didn’t seem to be in a good mood. Shouldn’t he be happy to be there? Granted she was nervous, but she was also really excited and happy. She couldn’t be the only one that felt that way about first dates. No, Adrien said he felt that way whenever he went on first dates too. Jason just looked annoyed. Oh God, what if he had changed his mind? What if he didn’t want this date anymore? Before she could spiral further, his eyes landed on her and lit up, “Hey Pixie,” a smile spread across his face and his shoulders relaxed as he made his way over to her. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her, “Damn, you look amazing. But then you always do.” He gave her a hug and kissed her cheek before sitting down.

She blushed slightly then responded when her heart calmed down a bit, “Thanks. You look good too. But then you always do too.” She noticed his eyes shifting around the room with suspicion. “Hey, Jason,” she started hesitantly, concern and a bit of worry etched in her face, “is something wrong? You seem… distracted?”

He sighed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be distracted. I want to focus on you and making you blush more,” he grinned when his words worked and Marinette blushed again. “It’s just… there’s a creep in the corner in a trench coat making me nervous.”

“Ahh,” she shifted nervously. She was going to kill Adrien. “Do you want to go someplace else?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Marinette started to gather her things. “Normally, I’d consider staying just so I could watch him and make sure he doesn’t do anything that I might have to…uh, stop,” he stuttered over his words and hoped she didn’t notice. “But I see several of my family attempting to hide over there,” he said indicating a table to their left with three people hiding behind their menus, “and they can keep an eye on him.”

She stopped and looked at him with an amused glint in her eye, “Your family was worried about me?”

“No, maybe for you but not about you. They’re probably more curious who I was able to convince to go out with me, since I wouldn’t tell them about you, BECAUSE IT IS MY PRIVATE LIFE AND NONE OF THEIR FUCKING BUSINESS.”

The three at the table she had noted before slunk down a bit further in their seats until the older man spoke up. “Hey Little Wing, what are you doing here? What a coincidence, huh?” he said sheepishly.

Jason rolled his eyes and took a deep steadying breath. “I hate my family” he muttered to her under his breath.

“Huh, maybe your nosy, intrusive family should join the creepy guy’s table. They can chat about violating other people’s boundaries.” She giggled with an amused smile. “The creepy guy in the trench coat is my overprotective, mother-henning brother, who somehow found out about this and wanted to make sure you weren’t a serial killer or rapist.” She seemed to think it over quickly and consider all the possible ways that could backfire on her, “On second thought, they shouldn’t meet. We should keep them far, far apart. They can meet at the wedding.”

“Wedding huh?” He said with a smug glint in his eye

Marinette’s eyes went wide and her cheeks turned a bright red color that would make Rudolph proud. “It’s an expression?” She offered weakly putting on the jacket she created for the date.

“I think we should probably have at least one date before we run off to Vegas...” He started smugly, until he looked down and finally took in the jacket she had put on. His eyes widened incrementally and he lost his next words and breath for a few seconds, “…although, I can get us a jet on short notice if this date goes really well.” He leaned closer to her and lowered his head so he was just a few centimeters away from her ear and whispered, “You look really good in that jacket. Red is a good color on you.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it. You inspired it after all.” She grinned up at him and it was his turn to blush. “Although I think you’ve been keeping things from me. You know people who would give you rides in their private jets with no notice? I feel like I should have mentioned as part of the dating package. I might have asked you out sooner.” She gave him a mischievous grin as she slung her purse over her shoulder.

He rolled his eyes at her, knowing better than to take her seriously. “You know I don't actually own the jets, right?”

“Even better. I’ve been told maintaining a jet is a bitch.”

“Oh, so you know people private jets too.”

“I might know a few. But no one who would just give me rides whenever I ask.”

“That's a lie!” she heard yelled from the back of the restaurant.

“SHUT IT, AGRESTE.” She yelled back at him. “You weren’t invited into this conversation.”

“Hey, you’re here to watch her? We’re here to watch him. Wanna watch with us, Blondie?” the blonde girl from Jason’s family table loudly called back to him.

“Sure,” Adrien responded grinning excitedly and getting up and sitting at their table.

“Oh my God, they’re joining forces. What do we do?” Marinette whispered in not-so-mock concern.

“Run away. My motorcycle is right outside. I know a different place we can eat. It’s a nice, family place. You like Italian, yeah?” Jason said conspiratorially grabbing her hand and entwining their fingers as they made a break for the door. Marinette giggled and Jason smiled at the sounds of protest that came from their friends and family.

Continued in Covert Romance

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octania · 4 years

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Benimaru Shinmon x Reader / Obi Akitaru x Reader - Falling in love (HEADCANONS)

How would Benimaru and Obi react on falling in love with their s/o (a.k.a. you my fiery thirst ladies 😃 )

Word count: 1.4 k

Warnings: None (damn , that is so not typical for me 😂 )

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Benimaru Shinmon

He is a literal embodiment of the permanent denial. In fact, his lazy side would try to repress the feelings he had developed for you just because it seems like too much work. Dates, talking, walking… all takes time that he already does not have. But if only it was that simple. He was not being emotionless, he was just so phlegmatic till now and nothing has disturbed his half-asleep core so deeply as love will, he just didn’t see it coming.

Soon he would find himself patrolling around your side of the neighborhood more than usual. Not only that part, but around your house specifically. He is not a stalker, not even close. There is nothing bad in checking if everything is ok, right? Right. And him being concerned about your well being is a part of his job as a Captain in Asakusa. The fact that his heart would skip a beat when he gets closer to the parts where you might just walk by, even thought you would never notice because his poker face is always on point, is something he just intends not to acknowledge. Well, at least he tries, until he actually does manage to walk in the right moment when you were just on your way out, and you smile ear-to-ear when you see Waka, bowing slightly in respect and asking him how he is, then he needs to give all of his straight not to blush and stutter when he talks, so he just casually nods, bowing his head, and continues his walk.

He looks back. He always looks back. You don’t see it, but when he deals so poorly with your every encounter, he gets mad on himself for being so foolish, walking a bit more before his red eyes peek over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of your shape just for one more moment. And this time, far from all preying eyes, he smiles.

He does not take advice. But not because he thinks he knows the best, it is just because he does not talk about the fact that he is in love in the first place. But Konro noticed it almost from the start. But he knows Benimaru well enough to know that facing him with this head on, will result in nothing but…no, just nothing, that is a right word. He would not deny it, but he would not confess either, he would just stare with a blank expression as always, looking so disinterested in the topic, the person that is trying to help him would end up feeling like an idiot for even trying.

Luckily, Konro is patient. After some time, he approaches this with caution. It would start as a innocent conversation when he gets back from the market with fresh supplies, making small talk about what was happening in town, the crop quality this year, who has he seen there…. He would mention you, still taking the supplies from the bags, just glancing at Benimaru’s reaction unnoticed. As always, Waka would not react, just listen as he did till now. Konro would continue, saying how you helped him pick the fruit, how polite you are, patient, people love you…nothing, reaction pure zero. Until he says you sent your regards to the captain. The eyebrow narrowed, and the corner of the lips twitched. He had him, almost. He continued by saying how he thinks you are single, and that is a miracle and not to say, a waste. But when he turned, Benimaru was gone. Damn, still to forward.

The town had festivals even when there was no Infernals, obviously. Just a small celebration with some fireworks, music, food and…drinks. Beni loves his sake. He is not a drunk, not even close. He drinks rarely, and only to make him relax. And we all know what that means, a big bright smile on his lips. Imagine what will happen when he is in this state, and finally he sees you, and you smile at him. It would be almost hilarious how he would smile back, and just…just keep smiling, looking at you. You would ask him if he is ok, and what you got for an answer would be the most adorable thing ever. His would nod fast, cheeks red a bit from sake and a lot because of you. You would laugh as he offers you a cup, and you accept. As he pours you a cup and hand it to you, he would lean, almost touching your nose with his, staring with half close eyes at you while now you are the one with burning cheeks. You could feels his warm breaths on your skin and his delightful smell, his eyes enchanting and hypnotizing you, as you share this moment of pure intimacy.

Obi Akitaru

You didn’t see a gentleman on the move, until you saw Obi being in love. That man would unleash the sweetness and caring that is unknown to this world.

When he would realize he is in love with you, he would be your shadow. But not in a yandere or weird way, no, it only means you would never again carry something heavy on your own, struggle with any problems alone or even being bored. He would be there, ready to help however he can or entertain you and make you laugh.

He is not pushy, no matter how he would like to spend every second with you. He respects your privacy and would only be there if you want him. And oh boy, you do. It is not coincidence that you just happened to apply to work in 8th Fire force station, when it is not even close to your home. And being around him whole day, made his job to make you his a lot easier.

He would bring you coffee, lean from behind you to place it on your table so you can see his strong arms stretching, every muscle showing from that fine long workouts he does. The sight makes you shiver, blushing like crazy, but you just can’t stop staring. You eyes follow the trail of his biceps to his rock hard shoulder, all the way to his jaw, and you swallow because damn..that man is one hell of a eye candy.

He would wear perfumes. No, not in that overly used or tasteless way. Just enough so when you two are alone in the gym, and he does that push ups next to you on purpose so you can once again go nuts over his perfect body, he would completely shatter your senses when you smell that manly scent. You want to lick him head to toe, and he kind of hopes that soon you will.

He would carry little thoughtful gifts, but he is smart about it so the others in the force don’t become suspicious right away and start teasing him. He would buy you a flower, but also for the other women in the force. But yours would always be special. It would be more beautiful, have s sweeter smell and be some exotic type that really is unique. While all of the ladies go crazy on how kind their captain is, you and you only would get a shy but lovingly gaze of his dark caramel eyes.

He would be more protective of you then others, if that is even possible. You know his big dedication for his team and that is sometimes overly concerned for their well-being, but when his heart belongs to you, damn, you didn’t see protective yet. When you would go on a most easiest missions, he would be always right next to you, even sometimes put a hand around your waist and pull you back behind him even on a slightest sign of danger…or sometimes none. Then, his cheeks would turn dark red in a moment, as he nervously smiles and starches the back of his head. “I am sorry, I thought I saw something.”- he would apologize, earning the questioning gaze from all, except you. You would return a soft and gleeful gaze, saying gently – “ Thank you for watching over us so much!”. On your words, his heart would melt, and he would just fall even deeper in love with you, knowing that you are his soul mate and he swore to himself that he will never let anything happen to you.

He would take advice, open-handedly, once that the word about his crush is out. Well, kind of out. Everyone know except for you. First it would be noticed my Hinawa, who would confront Obi about it. Saying that it is inappropriate, making Obi lowering his gaze and a making sad expression combined with embarrassment. But after stating that out, Hinawa’s next words would shock Obi to the core. “You are going completely wrong about it. First you should take her to dinner, then get the know her on a more personal level, then ask her how does she feels about you two being colleagues, then ask her out again if that goes well…..” Hinawa would not stop listing the appropriate steps for this, and it would make Obi filled with happiness as he could not wish for a better friend. He would take some advice Hinawa gave, but not all because they were really sounding like he read it from a manual, and there is no fun in that. Others would slowly pick up your situation and give him a tip or two also, saying what they learned you like, the places you mentioned that you would love to visit, what are your favorite hobbies, songs….he almost knew all of this already because Obi was a great listener. He remembers small details about you and stores them in his brain forever, because what is more important than the preferences of his one true love.

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atknz · 3 years

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* miguel bernardeau , cismale + he/him | you know santiago atkins, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, two months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to i wanna get better by bleachers like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole ( golden cross necklace squeezed between his fingers to suppress anger, a worn out book of mormon hidden beneath his nightstand, a tired smile & weary laugh echoed down the halls ) thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is JUNE 25TH so they’re a cancer, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

tw for . religion, religious trauma, repressed gay ness, suicide

TLDR: dumb but kind jesus lover who doesn’t know being bisexual exists. IF YOU WANT TO SIMPLY SKIP TO CONNECTIONS AND PERSONALITY, FEEL FREE TO DO SO!!

insp. jason from bare: a pop opera, shelby from the wilds.

santiago was born to marina ruiz in 1996. a low-income waitress from madrid, spain. his father is unknown. one day, when marina was at work, she served a group of young men who described themselves as members of the church of latter day saints (mormons), they were american men sent to madrid to carry out their mission of bringing as many people as possible to jesus christ. they were nice, tipped well, and invited her to church. feeling down on herself, marina figured there was no harm in doing so and her life was completely changed when she became a full fledge member of the LDS church. santiago, two at the time, had no choice but to follow in her footsteps.

life for the two wasn’t bad afterward. marina met a man, Beck Atkins, who quickly became a father figure for santiago. the two fell in love, got married merely five months into their relationship, popped out about four more kids (in which she legally changed santiago’s last name to atkins so that it wouldn’t be obvious he was from a different relationship) and, when santiago turned seventeen, the family of seven set their sights on SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH - beck’s hometown.

santiago was in utah for a year before starting his very own mission. he branded a name tag that said ELDER ATKINS, suited up and was shipped to north carolina with a companion, elder brett, as the two went door-to-door in an attempt to save the lives of residence in NC and bring them closer to jesus christ. between all of the door slams, threats to get off the lawn, and being made fun of, the two always wore a smile and shared a laugh. as thick as thieves is how people would describe santiago and elder brett - which is known to happen when you’re with each other 24/7 and sharing bunk beds.

“ one thing led to another and soon i would discover: i was having really strange feelings for steve (elder brett) ”

hi if u guessed that bi-repressed santiago would soon fall head over heels for his companion, you’re abso-fucking-lutely right. however it wasn’t unrequited, the kiss behind the church van four months into their mission taught him that, but santiago was a coward. as much as elder brett was prepared to stand before the church and declare his love - santiago was certain it was a phase, he’s liked girls before, he’s just confused. besides, the scripture, he thought, was very, very clear. so they hid it for another year and eight months.

SUICIDE TRIGGER WARNING: long story short: in a para i’ll get into some day, elder brett had had enough of the secrets, the lying to his family and lying to himself about who he was, at the end of their mission he told santiago he wanted to come out - with or without him - and santiago freaked. he knew it wouldn’t take long for the church to put two-and-two together, and had some extremely harsh words to say to his boyfriend about the decision. about how he was only bored, there were no girls on the trip, he didn’t actually love him, no one could actually love him. but santiago didn’t know that elder brett was dealing with other demons and, essentially, that came as a last straw for the him. he just remembers a stream of tears pouring from his eyes on his way back to salt lake, the crush of a hug from his mother and father as they apologized for what happened to his friend. ( in which his dad so lovingly added that elder brett may not make it to the celestial kingdom after ruining god’s plan by ending his life too soon. ) END TRIGGER WARNING

he stayed at home for a few more years, until remembering a place in NC called irving that he and elder brett felt was quaint and cute, deciding to move there officially in late may.

BRIEF PERSONALITY AND HEAD CANONS.

kind, almost to a fault. he truly is full of love, light, and care. he’s constantly wearing a smile on his face, loves to give hugs and advice and wants the best for everyone. HE WILL GIVE YOU A HUG UNANNOUNCED

kind of an idiot who is shit at context clues, always finds it strange when people are mean. has never touched a drop of alcohol and doesn’t swear. catch him saying “frick” religiously

jesus christ is his best friend.

has a dark side with an insane amount of anger issues ever since he was a kid. it’s one of the reasons his mother thought the church worked so well because they taught him how to suppress that emotion and... smile instead of feeling it. which obviously isn’t good, as he could have a tendency to black out and realize he’d completely smashed his tv to bits or punched a hole in the wall.

he’s not 100% sure of his sexuality. he knows he’s into guys so he basically decided that must mean he’s gay but is extremely confused because he also finds himself having crushes on women. someone sit him down and tell him that bisexuality / pansexuality exists bc he’s HARMED

CONNECTIONS

he was on his mission in / around irving two years ago , 2019 - knocking on every door and asking if he and his companion can share the story of jesus christ with them... so pls give me a connect of someone who either entertained the idea, slammed the door in his face or threatened him to get off their lawn.

bad influence. he never touched a drop of alcohol, doesn’t cuss, doesn’t even drink coffee. pls he’s so boring

bible study friends lmao

A FRIEND WHO HE CLUNG TO!! their personality doesn’t matter but it’d be hella cute if they were usually irritated by santiago and he had no idea. he’s like haha ur so funny when ur mean i love u <3

BASICALLY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

TBA IM SO TIRED

#i can write this i've read scriptures from the book of mormon #irvingintro #am too tired to finish writing connections...#this was too long im sorry?#/////#suicide tw

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evak-elu-nicotino · 4 years

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Another Nicotino fic

Smut ensues.

Please be nice to me haha.

I’m a sucker for this ship, you guys. I also have an unhealthy addiction to Martino’s character.

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Sweat glistened across his forehead, and he smashed his lips against Niccolò’s, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He whispered sweet words into his ear, which made Niccolò chuckle. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest”, he said, muffling the sounds coming from Martino’s mouth by slipping his tongue between his lips. Marti moaned, low and hot, in-between kisses. The temperature in the room was so incredibly high, Martino thought, he was actually surprised that they didn’t burst into flames yet. Niccolò slipped a hand under his shirt and Marti cursed and panted, short of breath. His hot palm against his warm skin definitely did things to him, affected him more than he could ever put into words. Nico’s mouth against his, his hand against his abs, and the sounds he made…They went straight to his dick every time, which made Marti’s head feel light and dizzy with desire. He needed to breathe, or this would be over way too soon. Pleasure was burning low at the base of his spine, in his stomach, in his lower half, and blood was definitely pooling south. Yeah, he was gonna have a problem very soon, and soon enough Niccolò would smirk like he always does whenever Martino’s aroused like this. As if he was reading his mind, Niccolò crashed his hips against Marti’s, which him made inhale sharply. “Oh my God, Nico, you’re gonna kill me”, he panted, low, hot, against his mouth. Niccolò was looking at him with half-lidded eyes, and lust was written all across his face, cheeks burning. His hands slipped on the curve of Martino’s ass, and he closed his eyes. He was gone. The friction felt actually way too good, and the desire almost burning inside him was on the verge of exploding. He rolled his hips tentatively and that movement made Niccolò whimper. Martino kissed him again, long and hard. “You feel — ah fuck !” Marti slipped his hand between them and reached the elastic band of Nico’s underwear, stroking the skin just before his boxers. Nico’s eyes opened all of a sudden, and Martino shivered. His boyfriend was the picture of debauchery. Cheeks flushed, lips open, short of breath, and his eyes were darker than ever before. “Can I ?” Nico just nodded, pleasure clearly taking him over. Marti slipped his fingers around his dick, and Nico shuddered, gasping into his mouth. “Oh my God Marti…”

He jerked away, tangled in between his sheets, sweating like he just run a marathon. His alarm just went off, and light was pouring his bedroom. Wow. So that was his deal now, he was just gonna have wet dreams of Niccolò, like when he was 14 and had to change his sheets every fuckin’ week ? Slipping his hand under his boxers, Martino just let his dream replay in his mind until his back arched against his sheets, eyes shut, white pleasure sparkling behind his eyelids.

“Oh my God”, he thought way after his orgasm, “no way I’m gonna tell Nico about this. I know we’re together and that’s allowed, but I couldn’t just tell him that I just jerked off on my own thinking about some wet dream I just had about us.” That would definitely mess up his mind.

Marti wiped himself clean, rearranged his bed sheets, and sat back down against the wall, eyes closed, willing himself to cool down. Niccolò definitely was on his mind permanently, even in his dreams. They didn’t go…all the way yet, and that was yet a conversation they were gonna have to have at some point, but Martino could tell how much his boyfriend was affecting him. This was all so new to him. He never got to that level of arousal and excitement with a previous girlfriend, so this was definitely new territory to him. Dammit, he never even slept with a girl. Sure, he kissed some, and certainly not the ugliest ones, but that was that. Not even a handjob of o blowjob, nothing. He didn’t really know how to tell Nico, though. His boyfriend was definitely more experienced than him, he already told him that he had previous experiences with boys and girls alike. So yeah, he would definitely what to do. For some reason, that made Marti calm down. Niccolò wasn’t the kind of guy to force himself on someone, and the bond they shared was definitely respectful and deep, deep enough to have those kind of conversations.

Marti got up, walked to his bedroom door and checked in the kitchen. Mamma Rametta was gone for the day, and he picked up his phone and called Niccolò straight away. He picked up on the second ring. “Hey beautiful, how are you ? - Hi, I just woke up. It’s Saturday after all ! Do you come over ? My mom won’t be home until after seven, she has a long day at work. - Sure, I’ll be there in 10. See you bello.” Niccolò hang up the phone and Martino looked around him. Alright, time for some quick cleaning before Nico arrived, and then they would talk. God knows how Marti needed to.

The bell rang exactly 9 minutes after Marti hang up the phone, and he smiled. Always on time, this boyfriend of his. He opened up the door, and saw Nico’s face smiling up at him. He slipped his hand on the back of his neck, and nuzzled his hair with his nose. “Hi honey”, Niccolò said. Marti’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing the nickname, and his smile grow. They kissed lovingly, greeting each other slowly, actually taking the time to enjoy the kiss. Nico’s licked into Marti’s mouth, and he shivered. Nico moaned, and Marti’s dick twitched into his pants. Okay, wow, he needed to talk before anything happened, because this was getting too much too soon, and he wanted to have a clear mind for that conversation. “Come inside”, he said, stepping back from Niccolò. He raised his eyebrows, smirking, and Marti smacked him on the arm. “Not what I meant, you idiot”, he laughed upon closing the door behind them. Nico sat on the couch, and Martino flopped down next to him. “Hi”, he said, smiling up to his dark-haired and tanned-skin boyfriend. God, he was gorgeous. Nico was mirroring his expression, and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, quiet. “Do you want something to drink ?” Marti said, tearing his gaze from Niccolò. He chuckled, and declined. “Well, I actually wanted to…talk to you”, he said, clearing his voice, suddenly nervous. Nico’ gaze on him softened, and he perked up. “I’m listening honey, tell me what’s on your mind”. Martino kissed him, just because he could, and also because he was way too sweet with him. He hesitated. Could he mention the dream though…? Looking up at his boyfriend, seeing the tenderness in his eyes, he just went for it. “I woke up this morning to a raging boner from a wet dream I had of you. Well, of us, I mean”, his words cascaded out of his mouth and he whimpered, closing his eyes. Oh my God, what was wrong with him ? If only the floor could open right now and swallow him whole, that could actually save him from his red cheeks and the embarassment he felt. Against all odds, Nico barked out a laughter. He was actually crying from laughing too much when Martino opened his eyes, smiling a bit himself. “Yeah, I kinda have to admit, it’s pretty funny when you put it that way”, he said, voice low, still a bit embarrassed though. Niccolò put his hand on his shoulder, and Martino repressed a shiver. “Hey, happens to me as well Marti, don’t you worry about it, it’s…quite healthy, from what I’ve heard,” he chuckled, smile playing on his lips. “And when one have a boyfriend as hot and beautiful as you, it’s not really surprising now, is it ?” Marti looked at him disbelivingly. Him, hot and beautiful ? “Have you looked in a mirror recently ? ‘Cause you’re the one who’s hot and beautiful, not me”, he said, voicing this own thoughts out loud before even thinking about it. Nico was so close to him now, he could actually count Martino’s freckles on his nose and cheeks. “Now now, Marti. You clearly don’t see yourself as I see you. Because you’re the hottest person I’ve ever dated, boys and girls included. So underestimate yourself, huh ?” “Really ?” he whispered, still unable to believe Niccolò. Martino knew he wasn’t ugly, but the hottest ? Really ? “The hottest, I said”, Nico said, low and hot into his ear. His smile seemed to mean something Martino didn’t understand. And then, Niccolò took his hand and put it on this thigh, next to his crotch. Oh. Yeah. Martino definitely understood the playful smirk on his boyfriend’s lips now. He raised his eyebrows and kissed him passionately, popping open the buttons of his jeans. Niccolò sighed into the kiss, and closed his eyes. Yeah, Martino was definitely the luckiest guy on the planet.

#skam #skam italia #nicotino #my fic #niccolò fares #martino rametta #gay couple #OTP #1515 words

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muselover1901 · 4 years

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Sunshine

Hey! I know it’s super late, but AnS Week just happened to coincide with the hardest week of my semester thus far, so writing took a backseat to other life things. But behold! I have produced one piece! I couldn’t have done it without my amazing beta/supportive soul sister, @puffdragongirl. Thanks also to @akagami-no-rae for checking in with me last week to make sure I was doing okay. You two ladies are both amazing humans and I am so grateful for you. Anyway, here’s the story! Inspired by the song Pinô by Otto Totland. Will eventually be posted to AO3 once fully beta’d.

As the sun sent warm, dappled patches dancing across her head, Shirayuki sighed. The mountain air was a little chilly, but that suited her just fine. The cold northern air was well worth the escape with friends.

Ahead of her, Obi juggled a small stick between his fingers as he absentmindedly gazed over the foliage in an attempt to appear at ease. Shirayuki knew this wasn’t truly the case, as he hadn’t completely relaxed in all the years she’d known him. Always being at least a little on edge was not only part of his job, it was just the kind of person he was. She smiled at his effort.

Obi was also keeping an eye on Mitsuhide, who was just a few paces ahead of him and taking unusually long strides in an attempt to keep up with Kiki, who was outpacing them all despite her smaller stature. In his haste, Mitsuhide tripped over an exposed root and Obi chuckled to himself.

“Need a hand there, Mister?” Obi teased, eyes crinkling with the smile he tried to repress as Mitsuhide turned to glower at him, responding with a retort of his own. Kiki ignored them, as usual.

Although she was happy to see Mitsuhide and Kiki getting along, Shirayuki had to admit that since the day she heard about Kiki’s failed proposal, she’d felt her heart sink a little every time she looked at the two of them. She’d never been very good at picking up on romantic intentions, but she always thought their chemistry was obvious. And now that Kiki would be living primarily at the Seiran estate, things somehow felt even more melancholic. Starting next week, the little group she had come to love so dearly would be separated again.

Separation was nothing she couldn’t handle, though. Glancing to her side, she smiled as she noticed Zen savoring the mountain breeze, eyelids gently sliding shut and a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the wind ruffled his hair. She and Zen had been separated for quite a long time, and had both grown considerably since they began their relationship, but some things had never changed. They still found solace in the wild. They still blushed at least a little when trying to be affectionate, but now that they both lived at Wilant Castle, they were actively trying to get better at that. Most importantly, they still inspired each other to be better and work harder, and Shirayuki was extremely grateful for that.

Her new position as ambassador to the pharmacies in the northern region suited her quite well, as it let her travel and interact with patients while giving her the means to tackle bigger issues, like improving the quality of care for patients in more rural regions and developing better technologies for creating medicines. However, the new workload was even more intense than it was during her time as a researcher in Lyrias. She and Zen had been spending their evenings after dinner working in the library, with books and documents sprawled across every inch of table surface they could find. Shirayuki always brought warm cups of tea to help them stay relaxed, and every once in a while, Zen would encourage her with a hand on her shoulder or a quick peck on her cheek.

As much as she loved their little routine, she loved moments like this more. She reached out and grazed her fingers across Zen’s knuckles, silently asking for him to clasp her hand in his. He happily obliged, pulling her closer as they continued to hike behind their friends.

“I think we’re getting pretty close to the top now,” Zen mused. Shirayuki squinted and tilted her head to get a better view of the path ahead of them. Sure enough, the trees thinned, exposing an expanse of flat, weather-worn stone where they could picnic before heading back down.

“We should probably catch up to the others,” Shirayuki suggested, shifting her bag to relieve some of the weight on her shoulder. She hadn’t intended to, but she ended up collecting quite a few specimens along the trail, so she had fallen considerably behind. Zen had been kind enough to dutifully stop with her every time she darted off to take a cutting or seed sample.

“Yeah,” Zen interrupted her thoughts with a grin. “Let’s go!” He took off at a sprint, clutching her hand tightly and tugging her along with him. Shirayuki yelped and laughed as her legs struggled to keep pace.

Ahead of them, Obi was investing his full attention on ribbing poor Mitsuhide, whose face was turning red with embarrassment. As Zen and Shirayuki approached, Zen inexplicably slowed and silenced his footfalls, creeping like a cat over the pebbles and sticks of the trail in an attempt to remain unseen. Shirayuki looked at him questioningly, but Zen held a finger to his lips and tilted his head toward the assassin-turned-knight. Mischief glinted in his eyes as he mouthed, “Grab him.”

Shirayuki couldn’t help but smirk as she realized what Zen was trying to do. Obi had long since been the trickster of the group, and he took great pleasure in the pranks inflicted on his unwitting victims. However, because of his constant vigilance, he was notoriously hard to surprise. Nearly every attempt to get back at him and catch him off guard had failed.

But now, they had an opening. Obi was fully absorbed in bothering Mitsuhide, slinging comments about how his pace seemed incredibly slow for how tall he was.

“My pace is perfectly fine for my height,” Mitsuhide countered, stiffly facing forward.

“I don’t know,” Obi sneered, “you sure you’re not just getting old?”

As Obi chuckled at his own joke, Shirayuki zeroed in on his hand, swinging lazily by his side. Now was her chance. With a quick glance to Zen, who nodded his assent, she dove for Obi’s hand and clasped it roughly in her own. At her touch, Obi went wide-eyed and ramrod straight. He didn’t get a chance to react more than that though, because Zen immediately bolted, dragging both Shirayuki and Obi along with him this time.

Once Obi got his feet under himself, he took in the situation and smiled. Mitsuhide, oblivious to what had just transpired, continued to banter.

“I might be older than you, but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m outpacing you.”

“Psh—at least I’m doing my job!” Obi snickered. Mitsuhide turned to roll his eyes, but was surprised to see Obi tightly holding Shirayuki’s hand as Zen led them all barreling toward him. Before he could make a witty retort, Zen reached out and grabbed him too. The four of them went flying past Kiki in a blur of childlike abandon.

Kiki continued her steady pace, watching her friends tripping and laughing like idiots as they ran to the picnic site. A faint smile softened her face, and she sighed before running to catch up with them.

Clasping her hand around Mitsuhide’s, her smile became a full-fledged grin.

“Whose idea was this?” she shouted over the ruckus. Kiki leveled her gaze at Obi, who shrugged in an attempt to appear innocent. Next, she looked to Shirayuki, who had peeked her head around Zen to grin back.

“I’m just an accomplice, I swear!”

Kiki’s eyes settled on Zen, who was smiling and panting and looking utterly found-out. She smiled back at him.

As they reached the picnic spot, they all let go and collapsed into the soft grass, chests heaving and grinning like children. Shirayuki couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt that free with her friends. The sun warmed her face as she propped herself up to take in the view. All around them were delicate white Yujou daisies, which Mount Hiatari was famous for. Once picked, they were rumored to become imbued with a special kind of magic that would fate two people to become eternal friends. Shirayuki didn’t believe in magic, but the sentiment behind the story resonated with her. She would always stand with Zen, Obi, Mitsuhide, and Kiki regardless of the circumstances that sought to separate them.

Smiling, she plucked a flower and shuffled over to Kiki, who was softly toying with the blades of grass growing a few inches from where her nose lay. Shirayuki silently tucked her daisy into Kiki’s ponytail before bending to pluck another. Kiki looked up at her and smiled warmly. Mitsuhide gazed out over the mountainside at Wilant Castle in the distance, but was startled to find Shirayuki tucking a flower behind his ear. Running over to Obi, Shirayuki pulled another flower, but perhaps a little too hard, because the roots came out along with a thick clump of loam. Obi looked at her skeptically as she dusted it off and removed the roots before tucking it behind his ear.

Selecting one final flower, Shirayuki turned to Zen, who had been watching her attentively the whole time. The corners of his eyes crinkled as she placed the flower behind his ear and ran her fingers through his hair before shyly looking at the ground. For some reason, affectionate gestures had always flustered her more when they were directed at him. After all this time, she still wasn’t that great at romance.

A tickle at her ear snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Zen gazing at her lovingly, a daisy of his own settling into her red hair as he thumbed her cheek gently. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the top of her head. Shirayuki sighed.

A sun-warmed breeze ruffled their hair as the five friends gazed out over the landscape, silently reveling in the peace of the moment. The pressures of day-to-day life seemed so far below them, up here on Mount Hiatari. And they knew that no matter what the future held for them, they would always have the memory of this day. They would always have each other.

#answeek2019 #day 1 #sunshine #OT5 FEELS #I can't help myself I love their frienship so much #zenyuki #but it's pretty tame tbh #there's so much fluff here #hiking #fluff #flowers #there's a little flower meaning stuff thrown in here too #the names I picked for the flower and the mountain have meanings too #Yujou is one way of saying friendship in Japanese #and Hiatari means sunny place #so please enjoy the friendship and sunshine #fanfiction #Akagami no Shirayukihime

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arcanesupern0va · 5 years

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Rick In The Water; Ch4: Pornostartrek

Summary: W H E R E A R E Y O U ?

A/N: Awwww, shit, who wants some Rick POV? Is it you? Cuz that's what you're getting! What's that? You also want Rick to fight against feelings? GUESS WHAT I HAVE FOR YOU THEN. ehehehehehehe. CW: Discussions of death, suicide and all manner of death Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 5329

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|Ch3: Neon Moon|

I woke up one morning, two weeks after being dosed with truth serum, to Ryan sitting with his back to me, rocking back and forth slowly. I desperately wanted to just roll back over, to just ignore him and go back to sleep but he caught me before I had the chance.

“(Y/N), we need to talk,” he said sadly, and my stomach dropped. My mind raced with whatever I could’ve possibly done to upset him. Sure I’d been spending most of my time hanging out in Rick’s garage, but with my entire day open ever since my salon had to let me go, what else was I supposed to do with my time? Nevermind the fact that I was becoming just as addicted to his presence as he had admitted being about mine, as though his admission made it okay.

“Uh, okay. What’s up?” I asked as casually as I could. I sat up, pulling the blanket up to cover my naked form to give him my full attention as he stood up and started pacing the room.

“Are, are you happy being married to me?” His voice was raw as he spoke. “You’re just never home, and when you are, you’re so distant. I’m starting to think you don’t love me anymore.”

I went into panic mode, prepping myself with my finger on the metaphorical trigger of Rick’s panic button. Was this finally the time? Was this going to be when he snaps? “Of course I love you, Ryan,” I murmured, but as soon as the words left my lips, I knew they weren’t true. I hadn’t loved him for a long time and no amount of mental dampening would ever change that. Unfortunately, judging by the look on his face, he was coming to a similar conclusion.

He never got the chance to try to confirm his fears as a portal opened up in our bedroom, Rick stepping through, looking at me frantically.

“Nova! Nova, I need you to come with me!” he pleaded, grabbing me by my wrist and pulling me up from my bed and toward the glowing green orb.

“W-wait Rick! Where are we going?” I demanded, yanking my arm out of his grasp to cover my now exposed nude form. He gave a frustrated groan, averting his gaze.

“L-look, something’s not right with Morty! I just need your help.” he explained, annoyance seeping into his panic.

“And you were going to drag me off to help him in the fucking nude?” I asked hysterically as I started digging into my closet, looking for something to return my dignity.

“Is Morty okay Rick?” Ryan asked, his voice dripping with concern. I pulled on a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt, slipping on my trusty running shoes,

“He’s not going to be if Nova doesn’t hurry the hell up,” Rick said, panic taking over his voice again as he watched the window nervously.

“I’m here,” I announced. “I’m ready, let’s go.”

I followed him to the portal, sparing a glance to Ryan who watched sadly as I disappeared through it. I knew that conversation wouldn’t stay unfinished, but at least for now, I wouldn’t have to deal with it.

The portal dropped us into a small apartment, with Morty nowhere to be seen. I scanned the room, quickly realizing this was a den of a man who had all but given up. Old take-out tins littered the floor, mixed in with crushed beer cans and trashed gadgets. The room was dimly lit, making it hard to decipher much of the filth spread across the room, but I could make out a picture resting on a filthy pillow on an even filthier couch. I squinted, attempting to make it out but try as I may I couldn’t see anything other than a feminine figure.

“W-where’s Morty?” I asked nervously, but Rick’s face no longer wore a look of panic. Instead, a watery smile was spreading across his face as he gazed lovingly down at me before pressing his mouth to mine, kissing me desperately. I pulled away, shocked at the brazen assault.

“I missed you so much Nova; I thought I would never see you again,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine.

“M-Missed me?” I sputtered, pulling away from the desperate man in front of me. “Rick I just saw you yesterday. Circling back, what the fuck was that kiss?”

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes as he started pacing. “Goddammit,” he swore in frustration. “I just, I was hoping you and your Rick would’ve crossed that bridge by now,” he rambled, wringing his hands together.

“ My Rick?” I demanded, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Nova, I’m sorry,” he raised his hand to my face, his wrist opening up to expose a small aerosol can. It sprayed mere inches away from my face, making my head spin. “I’ll explain, I promise. Just not right now.”

And everything went dark.

+Rick+

Where in the hell was Nova? Usually, when I saw Dipshit’s car pulling out of the driveway, she popped up like clockwork. I wracked my mind, thinking of something I could’ve done to upset her, and while there was more of a list than I’d like to admit none of it wasn’t recent or offensive enough to earn me her version of the silent treatment.

Maybe she had laundry to do or something. She’ll be here eventually.

I turned back to my workbench, going back to the atomic speaker I had been working on, but I couldn’t quite focus. I had felt the alarm from rubbing her panic button, but it had been one of the many comfort alerts, nothing that would signify something was wrong.

If she wasn’t here in an hour, I was going to go check on her.

*+*

Ok. where the fuck is she?

I stormed up to the house, preparing to give her a piece of my mind for making me worry about her. Sure, I had only waited forty-five minutes, but my brain decided to take me down the dangerous path of immediately jumping to the conclusion that Ryan had done something to her. I rapped on the door, peeking into the windows as I tapped my foot impatiently. Her car was still in the driveway, she had to be home.

Thirty seconds.

A minute.

My mind raced with images of her being knocked out, hurt or god forbid dead. I pulled out my portal gun, opening one to her room and stepping into it. There didn’t seem to be any signs of a struggle, but her phone was still on her bedside table. That was… weird. I sat down on her bed, turning the screen on to find a text from Ryan.

“I hope everything’s okay with Morty, we’ll have to pick up where we left off when you get back. I love you.” My nose wrinkled in disgust at the message as I tossed it back onto her bed, but its importance wasn’t lost on me.

“I hope everything’s okay with Morty.”

The fuck did that mean?

I opened another portal, this time into Morty’s bedroom. Summer meant the kid was still sleeping, so I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently. He awoke with a horrified gasp as I glared down at him.

“Wh-where in the fuck is Nova?” I asked him urgently. Shit man, dial it back. She was probably fine.

Right?

“I-I-I don’t know?” he exclaimed, confused. “I haven’t seen her since last night.”

“So you didn’t talk to her or anything? Telling her something was wrong?” I grilled him.

“N-No!”

Well, fuck me running.

“Well she’s not home, and there was a message on her phone, hoping you were okay.” I spat at him, panic starting to consume me. I pulled out my flask, taking a soothing swig from it. If I wanted to figure out what the fuck was going on, I needed to keep a steady head.

“Why were you going through Aunt Nova’s phone?” Morty asked angrily.

“Everyday, Morty, every fucking day Nova shows up after her idiot leaves for work.” I shouldn’t have to explain this. Morty knows she’s at the house almost every goddamn day. “She didn’t show up today.”

“O-okay and? She has a life, Rick,” Morty reminded me viciously, “Maybe she had other shit to do?”

“Okay, that could be true Mo-uuurp-ty.” Pausing to take another swig, I considered his response. “Then what’s up with the text message. What- how are you logicing that one out genius?”

“I don’t know, Rick! Maybe she lied to Ryan, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Except with how docile he is, she doesn’t have to,” I shot back at him. Even though Morty’s explanations made logical sense, something just didn’t feel right.

“I-I-I don’t know Rick, maybe it’s just habit at this point,” the boy grumbled, climbing out of bed and pulling on his jeans. “I’m sure she’ll be over later, th-then maybe you can act like a clingy bitch to her and not me.”

“I-I-Wha-Fuck you, Morty,” I stammered, “I was worried about her, her fucking husband happens to beat her from time to time. Or are you going to keep ignoring that like everyone else in this fucking house does? Th-th-that makes me a clingy bitch? Paying fucking attention?”

“Uh, a little bit Rick?” He glanced over at his clock. “Ryan’s only been gone for an hour. You’re in full-tilt panic mode a-a-after an hour? Plus, if your mental dampener is working so well, why are you freaking the fuck out?”

“I said it wouldn’t work forever Morty,” I spat at him. “I-if his internalized, repressed rage becomes too much for it to handle, i-it’ll short out and it’s all going to come out at once.”

He didn’t respond, so I followed the boy out into the kitchen, letting my mind go wild with potential scenarios. Beth entered after us, an annoyed look on her face as she read a message on her phone.

“Dad, could you not be portalling into Nova’s bedroom?” she sighed, ”Ryan just texted me to ask, he said you scared the shit out of them.” She rolled her eyes as she tossed her phone on the counter. “What were you doing over there anyway?”

“I-I wasn’t there? At least, not when Ryan was,” I assured her. “I went over there looking for her, but she wasn’t there.” Her phone buzzed again and she sighed as she picked it up to read the new message.

“Well, yeah, he said you showed up, freaking out about Morty and disappeared with Nova,” Beth quickly looked her son over. “What’s wrong with Morty?”

Oh, fuck me.

*+*

“I fucking told you, Morty!” I shouted, dragging him behind me into the garage after assuring Beth her son was just fine, for now anyway. “How many times are you going to doubt my judgment?”

“When you stop being completely erratic,” he mumbled. “L-look, clearly one of the other Rick’s kidnapped Nova. Do- do you think it’s because they want something from you?”

“Yeah, and they’ve already got it,” I growled as I opened the small metal cabinet I kept all of my anti-Rick technology. Fuck, I didn’t want to have to explain this to Morty. Jesus Christ this was going to be awkward.

“Th-There are some Rick’s- on the citadel Morty- that developed a romantic relationship with Nova. Those Rick’s lo- care about their Nova’s like they’re the physical embodiment of a Blips and Chitz or something.” Attaboy Rick, compare her to an overpriced fucking arcade, that’s what she deserves. “So either you’re right, and they’re holding her for ransom, which would probably be an easy fix or some heartbroken stupid ass Rick lost his Nova and came for ours. And that asshole is no-uuurp-ot gonna wanna let her go.”

Morty processed a moment, before a look of confusion passed over his face. “I-I didn’t see any Nova’s at the citadel when we were there.”

“Well Morty, if you weren’t so n-narcissistically focused on yourself and all the other versions of yourself, you would’ve seen her. Sh-she was there, you just-- just had to pay attention,” I insisted. I could feel my throat tighten, her absence felt like a glaring hole in my side. I slammed the metal cabinet shut, tossing Morty an anti-Rick pistol of his own and downing the remnants of my flask before pulling out my portal gun, punching in coordinates for the citadel.

God fucking dammit.

I opened the portal to the citadel, stepping through and immediately groaning. How fucking narcissistic was I to have so fucking many statues of myself in one city? Morty hopped through the portal behind me, eyes wide with wonder as he looked around, still utterly fascinated by this hellhole.

“C-come on Morty,” I ushered him past a Batman Rick and Robin Morty as we cut down a small alley, headed to the one place I did not want to go.

The Council.

I gave the Rick at the front desk a brief rundown of the situation, as he typed into the computer in front of him and gave me a number. Seventy-seven of… thirty. Fucking bureaucratic nonsense. This was going to take forever. I refilled my flask at a complimentary cooler, taking a swig. Ah, the space equivalent to vodka. It had been awhile. I paced back and forth as we waited… and waited… and waited.

What was happening to Nova? Was she okay? What the fuck was the fuckwad doing to her? Jesus Christ, when did I become such a fucking baby?

Thirty-one.

Thirty-two.

It had been half an hour and only two Ricks had gone in front of the council. Why wasn’t this a higher priority? Didn’t those assholes have a Nova of their own? They didn’t deserve her if they did.

Thirty-three.

Thirty-four.

Another thirty minutes. At this rate, if the Rick that took her was going to do anything to her, he’d already would’ve had time to wine and dine her. Would she know it wasn’t me? I mean, there was no way for her to tell if he didn’t tell her himself.

Thirty-five.

Thirty-si-

Fuck this.

I barged in front of Number Thirty-Six Rick, dragging my Morty behind me as forced my way into the Council Hall. “The fuck are you doing?” Thirty-Six Rick shouted at me.

“Wh-whatever parking ticket you got will have to wait,” I told him angrily. He followed me into the hall, the five Ricks sneering down at us.

“Rick N-682, to what do we owe the honor?” Riq IV asked smugly. “Rick J-384, we’ll be with you in just a moment. return to the waiting room.” Rick J-384 started to argue, earning him a one-way ticket out of the hall, courtesy of the Soldier Rick stationed by the door.

“You assholes owe me after that Evil Rick shit,” I started viciously.

“You got your one free Morty coupon N-682,” Rick Prime shot down at us. “What more do you want?!”

“SomeRick came to my dimension and kidnapped the Nova from it.” My heart raced as the Ricks started murmuring back and forth, some wearing actual looks of distress.

“When did your Nova go missing? What is your relationship status with her?” Riq IV asked finally, his tone significantly less venomous than before.

“Sh-She’s my neighbor. Spends a lot of time around m-my house.” I did fucking not want to get all in my confusing fucking feelings about her with this asshole. “She’s one of the Nova’s that married Dipshit, what’s his name, Morty?”

“Ryan.” Morty sighed.

“She married Ryan.” I spat his name out. “U-usually she shows up every morning after he leaves for work but when she didn’t show up I went to check on her and she wasn’t there.” My heart raced as I rambled. “Beth got a text from Dipshit saying I portalled into their bed-bedroom and took her because something happened to my Morty, but I was never there.”

“Y-You let your Nova marry that fuckwad?” Quantum Rick asked furiously.

“I-I didn’t have much choice. I wasn’t around when that happened,” I admitted. “A-anyway, that’s not important. What’s important is someRick took her for Rick knows what reason and I have no idea where she could be.”

“Alright N-682,” Riq IV mediated, “Computer! Bring up reported Nova d-deaths in the past six months.” The huge screen to the right lit up with images of beaten Novas, apparently taken out by their Ryans, a Nova that was smashed in a car accident and countless other heart-wrenching scenarios.

“Wh-what the fuck are you Ricks doing to your Nova’s?” I blurted out, horrified at the images I was presented with. Morty covered his eyes next to me, unwilling to see his beloved Aunts in such horrendous situations.

“What is the likelihood of your Nova not knowing the Rick she’s with is not you?” Riq IV asked, pointedly not looking at the screen himself.

“H-How am I supposed to know? I don’t know what the asshole is doing with her!”

“Computer! What Ricks did the d-deceased Nova’s belong to?” A list of Ricks appeared on the screen, along with the cause of death associated. “Computer, run a filter for Ricks who’s Novas were killed unexpectedly but also romantically attached.” The list shortened considerably, only four Rick’s remaining on the screen. The computer printed out the list for Riq IV who looked it over before passing it down to me. “Here’s a start N-682. Two of these Rick’s live here on the citadel, the other two in their own dimensions. Keep us updated on your findings. Good luck.” I grabbed the list out of his hand, opening a portal to head to the first Rick.

*+*

“Y-Ya know Rick, seeing Au-Aunt Nova like that…” Morty trailed off as stepped through the portal to the first Rick on the list’s home on the citadel.

“It fucking sucks doesn’t it.” I hissed at him, unwilling to sort out how that might be traumatizing the kid,

“M-maybe it is good you did make that dampener,” he murmured. Ah, he was starting to see sense. It’s about fucking time.

“W-Well yeah. Like I said, I’m not the biggest fan of domestic abuse,” I relented.

“Oh give it up Rick, I saw your face too when those d-dead Novas came up on the screen,” Morty chided. “Y-Y-You looked fucked up too.”

“Wh-what do you want from me, Morty?” I asked venomously, stopping at the stoop of the small house.

“You care about Nova. M-m-more than you’re willing to admit,” he probed viciously,

“Wh-Whate-*uuurp*ver you say, Morty,” I dismissed, ending the conversation with an urgent knock on the door. Morty conceded but still eyed me smugly.

What in the hell did he want from me? Nova mattered to me, sure, but he was making it out to be way more than it was. Sure, I liked having her around, but if worst comes to worst I could just go get another Nova, they were just as replaceable as Mortys. Or Jerrys. Or hell, Beths.

Goddamn, you’re full of shit old man.

The door opened and a solemn-looking Rick greeted us disdainfully. I resisted the urge to blow past him and scream Nova’s name, hoping she would reply. Emotional thinking like that would only get us killed. Instead, I had to lie. But, hey, I was good at that, I lie to myself every goddamn day.

“Hi, we’re here on behalf of the council, may we come in?” I asked, putting on a very professional front.

“Wh-what do you assholes want?” he grunted in response.

“Just a moment of your time Rick,” I glanced down to the paper Riq IV gave us, “T-394. Just some routine questioning. In and out.” He relented us, leading us through his dingy home. My eyes scanned every room we passed, falling on a picture of this Rick and his Nova. It was obvious she had been the one to take the picture, judging by the irritated look on his face. T-394 noticed my pause and turned to look at me.

“She died a couple of months ago. Car accident on the citadel,” he explained thickly. “What did you want?”

“M-My Nova just went missing,” I admitted softly, before shaking my head and clearing my throat. “We were wondering if you had heard anything about anyone kidnapping Novas.”

“Why in the hell didn’t I think of that?” T-394 said, irritated. “Look, no. My Nova was the only person I’ve met that was even remotely irreplaceable. Besides, Ricks don’t let them go willingly. And for the Novas that never met their Rick, those are few and far between at this point.”

“The Novas that didn’t meet their Rick?” Morty asked.

“Most of the time, Nova ends up hanging around with Beth but there are a scarce few whose parents moved them across the country or Beth and Nova just weren’t friends. Rick’s that lost their Novas used to go after them, trying to rekindle the relationship but it doesn’t always work,” I explained, exasperated.

“How’d you lose her anyway? Are you sure she didn’t just run away? Some Novas do that you know,” T-394 scoffed.

“She didn’t- Nova didn’t fucking run away you dick,” I bit back, “Some fucking Rick appeared acting like he was me and said something was wrong with Morty so she went with him.” T-394 nodded but didn’t speak. “If I come back here, after going through all these other Ricks and she’s here, I’m going to kill you, you know that right?”

“You’d kill me if she was here right now anyway,” he retorted, unfazed. “I’ve dealt with my Nova dying. I moved on.” The look on his face, however, completely refuted his claims.

“Yeah, whatever you say. You better hope I don’t have to come back here,” I threatened darkly, pulling out my portal gun, pressing in the coordinates to the next Rick.

“Oh, fuck me, buddy.”

“Yeah, fuck you.”

*+*

The next Rick lived in a high rise in the city. Morty and I took the elevator to the top floor, ignoring all of the Rick bums sitting outside on the street.

“H-How are there Rick Bums? Aren’t they smart enough to just leave and go back to their dimension?” Morty asked.

“Life on the citadel is preferable for most Ricks, but some have a hard time making a life here. L-look, I’m not here to teach you ethics, Morty. Figure it out on your own,” I told him harshly.

“Jeez Rick, if this Rick that has Aunt Nova is in love with her or whatever, isn’t she gonna be okay?” Morty shot back.

“Yeah, that’s if Nova doesn’t fight back or do anything that could possibly be construed as an escape attempt.” My heart was racing again, and I quickened my step at the thought. “We don’t know anything about this Rick, Morty. He could be a fucking psychopath.” We approached the door, knocking urgently. The Rick that answered had long blue hair, and instead of the usual Rick attire, wore a long Hugh Hefner-esque cigarette jacket and lounge pants. Ugh, the upper-class Ricks were the fucking worst.

“The fuck do you want middle-class Rick?” he barked from the doorway.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my temper as I went with the same line from before. “We’re with the council of Ricks, may we have a moment of your time?”

“Fuck off. The council knows not to bother me,” he dismissed, moving to slam the door in my face. “You’re not from the council.”

I caught the door with my hand before pushing my way in. “No, I’m fucking not but someone fucking took my Nova and I am going to find out who one way or another.” Hugh Hefner Rick stepped back in shock, clearly not used to people standing up to him. He sighed, allowing Morty to follow us into his disgustingly decadent apartment. Long mirrors hung from the walls in a horrendous display of vanity, along with an advertising standee for Jerryboree. “Wa-Wait, you’re the Rick that came up with Jerryboree? I-I don’t give praise often, but that was ingenious.”

Hefner Rick shrugged, glancing over at the standee with irritation. “Y-yeah, bigger headache than I anticipated.” He walked over to a small stand with crystal bottles of various sizes and poured himself a drink. “Now what’s this about your Nova being kidnapped? How the fuck did you let that happen?”

“I-I didn’t let anything happen,” I roared. I was really getting tired of having to explain this over and over. “SomeRick came into her house, pretending to be me, told her something about Morty being sick, or hurt or fucked up or something and she went with him.”

“A-And you think I had something to do with that? My Nova died from an overdose,” he said flatly. A horrified look formed on my face and he continued, “This life ain’t for everyone. I can’t have someone that can’t hang holding me back,” he shrugged again, lighting a fury within me.

“Oh, so you’re one of those Ricks,” I challenged him, completely disgusted. Morty looked between the two of us, looking confused so I elaborated. “Most Ricks lo- care about their Novas, but then you have these assholes who use them and throw them away like garbage.” Venomous hatred was coursing through me as the Rick in front of me made no attempts to defend himself. He knew what he was.

“It is what it is,” Hefner Rick confirmed nonchalantly.

“Let’s get out of here Morty,” I spat at the other Rick one last time before opening a portal back downstairs on the street. I paced angrily once it was closed behind me. Morty watched me cautiously, trying to think of the right thing to say.

“R-Rick, we should probably get to the next one,” he said in what I assumed was an attempt at a comforting tone.

“Fucking dick. H-How do you just let someone like her just fucking die like that?” I shouted, drawing attention from the other Ricks and Mortys passing us on the street. “She deserves better than that. There are Ricks that would kill, o-or kidnap to have a Nova in their life. And he just- he fucking let her die? I should go back up there and kill him myself.” Ricks and Mortys were stopped in their tracks, as Morty pulled the paper out of my pocket, looking at the next destination. I let him pull the portal gun out of my pocket as he fumbled to punch in the coordinates.

*+*

As we appeared in this dimension, we were immediately greeted with its resident Rick and Morty. They eyed us suspiciously as I glared down at Morty.

“You’re not supposed to portal directly into a Rick’s garage,” I chastised him before looking back up to the Rick. “Rick U-679, I’m Rick N-682, I just had a couple of questions for you,” I told him, dropping all pretenses of the council. I was running out of time.

“I don’t have anything to say to you fucks,” he growled back at me.

“Your Nova died not too long ago,” I posited, ignoring his slight.

“Yeah, what of it?” he asked defensively.

“My Nova was just kidnapped and I wanted to know if that would be something you knew anything about,” I accused. It was either him, or the last Rick and my patience was running thin.

“I haven’t left the house in weeks. My Morty can tell you,” Rick dismissed, turning around with a wave of his hand. This dimension’s Morty nodded, rolling his eyes.

“He really hasn’t. Ever since Nova died he’s been hyper-focused on trying to figure out how to resurrect her,” this Morty explained,“We’ve even got her corpse downsta-”

“Shut the fuck up Morty,” U-679 shouted, delivering a blow to the back of his Morty’s head. “Look, I want my Nova back, I don’t want some fucking hand me down that doesn’t know me from the Rick she knew. Now, get the fuck out of my dimension,” he snapped.

I opened my mouth to continue, but Morty U-679 shook his head fervently. I rolled my eyes, portalling back to the citadel.

“This last guy, W-358 must be the guy Morty. Are you ready to fuck this asshole up?” I asked, pulling out my laser pistol, checking to make sure it was working properly.

“D-Do we have to kill him?” Morty asked hesitantly.

“For all the headache I’ve had to go through, yeah, I’d say we have to kill him,” I assured him darkly.

“It’s just- aw jeez Rick seeing those two Rick’s who lost their Novas, it seems like they were just hurting,” he reasoned, rubbing his hands together nervously.

“I fail to see how that’s my problem, Morty. It’s simple. You don’t steal from another Rick.”

“I-Is that all Aunt Nova is to you? A possession?” Morty accused me. I stopped my inspection to look at him, narrowing my eyes at him as I spoke with as evenly as possible.

“Of course not Morty,” I fumed, “Y-You just don’t get it, Morty.”

“No, you don’t get it, Rick,” Morty argued back. “You c-care about Aunt Nova. Why can’t you just admit to it?”

“I-I already did?” I shook my head at him, going back to my pistol.

“Y-Yeah, you try to make everyone think she’s just something of yours with your ‘my Nova’ this and ‘my Nova’ that, but you are going insane not having her here. I can see it on your face and in your rage about how that rich Rick, as you said, threw her away like garbage,” he ranted.

“L-Let’s just get your Aunt back okay?” I said dismissively, stowing my pistol back into its holster. “You can get all worked over feelings and shit when she’s safe.” I opened a portal in front of us, preparing myself for a fight as I stepped through.

Holy shit, was I unprepared for what I walked into.

Rick W-358 was perched at his workbench, slumped over the table. Oh, and his entire fucking head was disintegrated from the laser contraption secured with a metal clip to the side of the desk. Something awfully similar to the one I had at home. Jesus.

“H-Hey Rick!” This dimension’s Morty was calling from elsewhere in the house. I grabbed my Morty, pulling him out of view from the garage just as he entered the grisly scene. “Hey, Ric- HOLY SHIT,” he shouted. My Morty and I shared a glance as W-358 Morty screamed for his mom. I opened a portal, disappearing on the other side.

“H-Holy shit Rick,” Morty gasped, bending over a trash can to vomit. “H-Holy shit. Don’t you have one of those at home?” he asked me with a horrified look. “W-Were you gon- A-a-are you gonna-”

“N-No Morty!” I sputtered. “I mean, it’s there if I e-ever needed it, but I have no immediate p-plans to.”

“Jesus Christ, that poor Morty,” he lamented.

“Y-You’re missing the point, Morty. That Rick obviously didn’t take Nova,” I changed the subject, lest I end up losing my breakfast too. “So that means either one of the Ricks from before, or someRick completely different.” I sat down on a nearby bench, resting my head in my hands as feelings of hopelessness finally crashed over me.

“S-So we go back to the Council. O-Or, m-maybe you could create a device to g-go through each dimension to find her. There’s gotta be something we can do,” Morty reasoned desperately.

There was nothing Morty could say that would make me see sense, nothing. It was the gentle alarm going off in my cybernetic arm that finally washed those helpless feelings away.

Nova’s panic button was going off.

+Ch5: I Wanna Be Yours+

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I Don’t Love You

Chapter 4: Desire

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Her blood boiled when she saw her sect leader’s pale face in the arms of Zewu-jun. She didn’t know what was going but by the troubled look in the noble cultivator’s face, it was obviously something that Jiang Wanyin did. Wen Qing had no doubt about it.

The door to the outer chamber was opened wide as Lan Xichen carried the man in purple robes in his arms. Wen Qing opened the doors to the inner chamber and let Lan Xichen laid Jiang Wanyin down on the bed. She checked Wanyin’s pulse immediately. The pulse was lower than normal but stable; the blood circulation was slow with signs of poisoning.

She needed to check about it all with Lan Xichen but for now, she looked at him and said:

“Tell the servants to call my brother and bring all the herbs with him. I need him now!”

Lan Xichen nodded and walked out to tell the servants.

Wen Qing opened the outer robes that had been constricting her sect leader’s body. She wiped him from all the sweat he was accumulating and opened her case filled with long hair-like needles and pins. She started with three long pins placed on the sect leader’s stomach, a few shorter ones on the chest and the arms.

Everything was placed in its position. She closed her wooden case and debated on placing a needle on the sect leader’s forehead to keep him asleep but that would be reckless. Since she didn’t know what actually happened, it wasn’t a risk worth taking when it came to Jiang Wanyin.

When Lan Xichen returned to the room, Wen Qing told him to sit down and asked him:

“What happened? I didn’t remember he was looking this pale in the afternoon.”

It didn’t sound like a question; she tried to mask the annoyance she had inside, yet it did nothing to help. The man in front of her should already know that she wasn’t annoyed at him, but at the idiot who was unconscious and lying on the bed.

The idiot that Lan Xichen loved.

“It was poisoning,” his voice was clear. “He drank the suppressant after drinking alcohol, and it didn’t go well with him.”

Wen Qing clicked her tongue, making a tch noise as the irritation in her heart grew. This wasn’t the first time it happened, but she didn’t know since when did this man begin relying on alcohol for sleep.

“Did he throw up?”

Her eyes glanced at Lan Xichen then returned to her sect leader.

“No, he would’ve felt better if he could get it out of his system.”

Wen Qing sighed and pressed her fingers between her eyebrows. The frown was getting deeper but it slowly disappeared when she saw the noble cultivator looking at Jiang Wanyin with such gentle eyes. She failed to see what Lan Xichen saw in him that made him love the stupid and reckless sect leader. Yet, it was probably the same thing that made her unable to ignore the sect leader too. No matter how much problems he created for himself, health-wise.

“What was his initial condition and why did you give him your spiritual energy?”

Lan Xichen looked at the lady physician and turned his eyes away again when he had learned the look in her expression. Though she didn’t want to admit it, physician Wen Qing was worried, borderline panicking. The calm in her face was a calmness of a physician that had seen worse in her life and knew what the priority was first.

“Wanyin’s body was cold, so I transferred some of my spiritual energy to keep him warm. His heartbeat was irregular but seemed to have steadied over the time,” he paused and placed his hand on the open palm. Jiang Wanyin’s hand was damp but wasn’t as sweaty like before.

“It’s probably better to get the toxin out of his system as soon as possible.”

Wen Qing clicked her tongue when she heard that. She knew what she should do and how she should handle it. There shouldn’t be any worry in that field.

“How did you know the toxin was formed because of the mix?” Wen Qing asked; it almost sounded like an interrogation.

“The small paper in his hand was crushed. I can only assume that he was taking it recently,” Lan Xichen explained. From the look in the physician’s face, he had passed all the questioning she had.

The lady physician sighed when Zewu-jun explained everything she asked clearly. She didn’t have to worry as much if Lan Xichen was the one Jiang Wanyin chose to be his partner, but she knew the man himself hadn’t made any decision about that. The strong belief Jiang Wanyin held about Lan Xichen and the past Lianfang-zun was almost ridiculous to her, yet she couldn’t hold it against him. If it was true, she couldn’t do anything else except support whatever decision her sect leader decided.

A sigh escaped her mouth as the door opened and showed her little brother’s face entering in. Wen Ning carried a big wood case with him and placed it on the floor before greeting his sister and Zewu-jun.

“Sister, Zewu-jun…” Wen Ning bowed then looked at the sect leader Jiang on the bed, unmoving.

The sister sighed and walked toward her brother, already giving all the symptoms from her observation and the one Lan Xichen told her. It was almost like a test for Wen Ning, but he had become accustomed to this over time.

While the two siblings were doing their things, Lan Xichen moved his seat closer to the bed. He held Jiang Wanyin’s hand and kept transferring his spiritual power to his beloved. The worry in his heart ceased when he noticed Wanyin’s body was getting warmer as he kept transferring his energy. Lan Xichen hoped that he would wake up soon, so they could talk about it.

It didn’t take long for Wen Ning to grind all the herbs he needed for the sick sect leader. When he turned around, he saw how tenderly and lovingly sect leader Lan was holding sect leader Jiang’s hand. He blushed when Zewu-jun caught him staring. He brought the bowl of mixed herbs and placed it on the table near the bed. He began taking out the needles and pins, and put them inside a small bowl to be tossed later.

The older sister and Zewu-jun were watching him the whole time, and it made him a little self-conscious. He tried to ignore it as much as he could and when he was done collecting all the needles, he looked at his older sister with a nod.

“We need to wash him, so if you don’t mind stepping out for a while,” Wen Qing was looking at Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen smiled and stood up, saying:

“It might be difficult to move him around, I can help.”

She didn’t answer immediately; instead, she kept looking at Lan Xichen for a good while before nodding and hummed her answer. Zewu-jun’s help wasn’t something she needed since they had done this many times before, Jiang Wanyin’s weight wasn’t something new anymore to them. However, the anxious look in his eyes told her something else. It told her of how much he actually cared for the person he loved to the point of breaking his sect’s rules.

Yes, she was born and raised as a Wen but didn’t mean she didn’t know about other sect’s rules. Wen Qing had heard many times about Gusu Lan Sect’s rules and their motto of being righteous. The significance behind the forehead ribbon was known to almost all sects, and that included her and Wen Ning as well. Now, she wondered if this was Lan Xichen’s way of showing his passion and love toward the one he loved, even breaking if it meant breaking the rules he held dear in his heart.

Just how many rules had Lan Xichen broken because of Jiang Wanyin?

Wen Qing moved from her spot and took the basin filled water with some clean cloths. She placed it on a different table and directed Lan Xichen to get the unconscious man to sit, so they could open and change his clothes. Wen Ning scrambled to get the clean inner robe from the wooden wardrobe, one just enough to give warmth to the sect leader’s body.

Lan Xichen did exactly what the physician told him to let Jiang Wanyin leaned on his shoulder and untie the white inner robe. After he was done untying and undressing, he grabbed the wet cloth from Wen Ning’s hand and began wiping him clean. His eyes turned wide when he saw the long scar across his beloved’s chest. It wasn’t the same scar as the ones he saw on Wanyin’s back; this one felt painful just from the look of it. His hand moved and felt the raised skin against the wet cloth; he wiped it gently like it was a fresh scar still trying to heal.

The older sister saw everything in the cultivator’s face, the changing expressions and the gentleness in his hand. The warmth in those dark golden eyes as he watched for the man in his arms and the love he was pouring in every movement of his hand. It hurt how Jiang Wanyin chose not to believe in this.

It hurt because she knew just how much Lan Xichen loved Jiang Wanyin, and he tried to show it all but to no avail. Jiang Wanyin was too stubborn to accept the fact that he was and could be loved by someone else.

Too stubborn to accept the fact that he deserved to love and to be loved.

Lan Xichen’s hand moved and held the body against his arm as he tried to clean Jiang Wanyin’s back. Another fresh cloth was given to him and he tenderly mapped out all the scars on the man’s back. A few small scars with other long ones were carved on the skin and he felt it, all of them as he wiped them off. The red marks he saw this morning had turned into a darker shade of blue, and all he could do was quietly rub them off as if trying to take it off from his beloved’s pale skin. He tried his best to repress his other negative feelings.

Once he was done, Wen Ning gave him a dry cloth to dry their sect leader. Lan Xichen did what he was told and dry the man he loved slowly like he was trying to find a connection between all the scars and small marks.

Silence filled the air the whole time he was doing it. His careful yet elegant movements, and the looks on his face, he was giving too much away but what else could he do? This was the man he loved.

Jiang Wanyin was the person he loved. And, the siblings knew that much about him.

A long and deep breath escaped his mouth quietly as he dressed the man in his arms with a night robe. Lan Xichen raised the right arm and slid the robe in, and he did the same with the other one, covering all the scars on Jiang Wanyin’s back for none to see. His eyes turned to the lady physician and she nodded, giving him a confirmation before he laid down the man back on the bed.

Wen Ning took a handful of herbs into his hand before rubbing them onto the sect leader’s chest and abdomen. The movement of his hand was careful as Zewu-jun kept an eye on him. He looked at his sister once he was done and moved away.

“Hold him up,” Wen Qing said to Lan Xichen who was still by the bedside. “We need him to drink this too.”

Lan Xichen nodded and carefully lifted Jiang Wanyin up. The cup was pressed against the lips and slowly it was gone. He held him there for a moment, wiping the soft lips with a smaller cloth before lying him back on the bed. He stood still by the bedside, looking at the siblings and wondering what else he needed to do.

“We’ll let him rest for now. You should rest too, Zewu-jun, I’ll keep an eye on him,” said Wen Qing as she watched her younger brother took care of his herbs and equipment.

He hummed and looked at the person he loved. The paleness in Wanyin’s face slowly fading in exchange for a healthier color. The frown between his eyebrows was no longer there, leaving him with a peaceful look as he slept. Yet, all these didn’t convince him enough to leave him alone.

Lan Xichen knew that it would be better for him to leave and let the lady physician took care of him but he couldn’t. No matter how much his reasonings told him to leave, he didn’t move. He wanted to stay there where he could see his beloved with his own eyes and believe that he was alright.

Jiang Wanyin was alright and safe from the harm’s way.

“Allow me to stay, Lady Wen Qing,” he asked. His long fingers brushed against the hair that was covering his beloved’s face. “I will call you when something happens.”

Her hand froze and the bowl filled with needles almost fell if Wen Ning didn’t grab it on time. She wasn’t expecting anything for sect leader Lan to say something like that. It took her a while to realize the bowl in her hand was gone and she was staring blankly at her little brother. The younger brother smiled and took care of the needles.

Wen Ning said his greetings to his sister and Zewu-jun before walking out to give some space for the two to talk. He could sense that it was something important and he wasn’t needed there anymore.

“Why would you want to do that, Xichen?”

Wen Qing asked and heard the door closed with a quiet thud. There were only the three of them in the room now: two sober-minded people and one knocked out on the bed.

The question made him smile because he had heard it many times today. The reason why he was doing what he did for this man.

“Do you always have to question my reasoning, physician Wen Qing?”

There was no malice in his words and she understood that. She had been asking him all day with all the ‘why’ behind his actions, and there should come a point where it ended. Perhaps those whys would end here when she really knew the intention behind this person.

“It’s easy to mark him when he’s unconscious,” the physician explained; her eyes looking at the sleeping man. “I can see that you love him as a future partner and an alpha. Can I trust that you won’t force your way in?”

The question was valid in her stance. It was a question about Jiang Wanyin’s safety, something that should not be taken lightly especially for her. What she told him never passed his mind, not for a second. He loved him but he wanted to mark him when Wanyin himself was conscious of his decision.

What Lan Xichen wanted from Jiang Wanyin was his consent and approval. He wanted it all to come under no pressure from anyone else, only from the man himself. He wanted Wanyin to know that he was loved and could be loved by someone despite all his strengths and weaknesses.

“No, who am I to dare do such thing to Wanyin, physician Wen Qing,” his voice was calm and soothing.

It was never in his intention to hurt Jiang Wanyin. They both had been through pain enough for someone they love.

Wen Qing smiled, knowing that every word that came out from Lan Xichen’s mouth could be trusted by her. It saddened her knowing how painful these two young birds’ love story turned out to be like this. Yet, she knew the pain and trauma inside her sect leader’s heart was something he had to deal before he could accept someone else’s love. She wanted to apologize, bowed down to Jiang Wanyin’s feet and apologized for everything her clan did to him, but she knew it wasn’t something that he wanted. Besides, it wouldn’t bring back his family.

So, all she could do was to look after him like a family. Or, like a replacement of his past family…

“I believe you,” she finally replied; it felt like she could finally breathe again after holding it for a while. “Go and see your kids before their night-hunts. They’re probably wondering why this idiot sect leader isn’t there, and tell them to take care of the kids.”

Her words were clear-cut, and he nodded in agreement.

“The two of them are no longer kids, Lady Physician.”

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

“Wangji isn’t but Wuxian is still one. Probably getting worse as we speak,” Wen Qing glared at him. “Go! And come back before I need to leave.”

Lan Xichen covered his quiet yet polite giggles and excused himself, leaving Wen Qing by herself to look after Jiang Wanyin for a moment.

Wen Qing sighed after she heard the door closed and looked at the sleeping sect leader. Jiang Wanyin’s face was no longer ashen pale but he would be once he woke up again. He still needed to get the toxin out of his body and it might be rough for him. The new dose she gave to him might need to be replaced for a while, she didn’t need to see another stupidity like this in the future. She would give him the previous dose of suppressants and hoped his body would adjust slowly to that after this incident.

She took a breather, in and out as she kept staring at him. It calmed her knowing there was someone who really loved him for who he was. Wouldn’t it be easier if they could just confess? If Wanyin could be honest with himself for once and pursue his happiness?

Maybe it wasn’t that easy after all… Not when he had to take care of everything inside himself first.

“You deserve to be happy. Don’t punish yourself for the past,” it sounded like a quiet plead. “You deserve this happiness, Jiang Cheng.”

Everything was dark when he opened his eyes and laid there, blinking. His heart was beating fast as his lungs gasped for air to calm his nerves. The robes he wore was drenched in sweat, adding to another cause for his bad dreams. He laid still. The twitches in his muscles tingled and made him unable to move from wherever he was lying down.

He closed his eyes again, a frown formed between his eyebrows. It had been a while since he had gotten such a dream, and he didn’t understand why it decided to appear now. The dream about his family’s death, the fire that engulfed his home, and the dream about the ugly scar on his chest. The scar that constantly reminded him of his failures and weaknesses.

Jiang Wanyin sighed and opened his eyes again. The surrounding around him wasn’t as dark as he first opened his eyes, perhaps his vision had gotten adjusted to such darkness. He took another breath, in and out, and tried to figure out where he was. Everything around him looked familiar from the painting on the wall and down to the chair beside him, except for the person who was sitting on the chair. This person he wasn’t familiar at all.

The man was slumped against his bedside, not too far from where he was lying but enough not to disturb them both. The dark hair was long and messy while the white ribbon on his forehead looked familiar to the Gusu Lan sect. It reminded him that it could be his brother dressing up like a Gusu Lan disciple just because he could.

One of the man’s arms was supporting the head that had laid down with eyes closed and breathing still. The other was holding his hand, not too tightly or loosely. He tried lifting the hand away but failed. The hand wouldn’t budge and he didn’t want to wake this person yet.

Jiang Wanyin fell back to the comfort of his head pillow and stare at the man’s face. The soft features of his eyelids and the contented smile on his face reminded him of Lan Xichen. The man who was always smiling, no matter what others threw at him. It was a miracle that Zewu-jun could smile like because if it were him, he would have used zidian on them out of irritation.

Another heavy breath came out as he kept looking at the peaceful face beside him. If only he could wake up seeing such a face in front of him, he would be very happy. Seeing the peaceful face of a man that he loved every day…

It caught his breath. He couldn’t think about something like that, not in this lifetime or in the next. How could he dare to think that he could have a happy ending when his parents and his sister couldn’t? Who was he joking with… He didn’t deserve this happiness. Out of anyone, he was the last person who would dare to think of such an ending for himself. His life had no future like his brother.

Wei Wuxian deserved this bright and shining happiness. After all, he had sacrificed everything and even died because of it. While him, his greed, envy, and arrogance had once blinded his eyes from seeing the right and wrong. Who was he to think that he deserved such happiness? He didn’t deserve or need it. He couldn’t be any more selfish than he was now. His sect and people needed him… They needed a strong leader who was willing to throw everything for them, so that was what he was going to be.

Another heavy breath escaped through his mouth. The warmness this hand gave to him was something he wanted but not he needed. His people needed him to be strong, they didn’t need to see what he wanted for himself. Besides, it was impossible to think that anyone would accept him anyway. Even the matchmaker had given up on him, after all an omega man and a leader like him…

“Wanyin…”

He couldn’t finish his thought, only stared at the man’s sleeptalking. How nice would it be if he could marry Lan Xichen… That man had gone through so many hardships, even betrayed by his own trusted brother and still, he opened himself to the people. He believed in the goodness of everyone’s heart and tried to see that instead of the bad. While him, it took him a while to even call Wei Wuxian as his brother again and accept him back in Lotus Pier.

But, Lan Xichen must have hated him now. It wasn’t entirely hard to hate Jiang Wanyin because he himself hated him. If it was that easy to hate himself, imagine how easy it was for others to hate him.

He breathed in and out again, trying to clear his mind from all the thoughts. Everything would be fine, they were leaving this morning back to Gusu, so he didn’t have to worry about this until later. All he wanted and needed to do now was to go back to sleep, and he did.

Jiang Wanyin closed his eyes and felt the long fingers holding his hand tighter. It warmed his heart and he wished for this hand to always be there for him. Even if it were only in his dream…

The morning greeted him again with a bright and harsher light. He blinked a few times before fully opening his eyes to see the ceiling of his room. It calmed him knowing where he was.

He took a deep breath and let it out. The light shining through the window was warm against his skin like the hand that held him the entire night. Though the person wasn’t there anymore, the warmness lingered and made him smile.

Yesterday was such a terrible night, wasn’t it? The way things just went wrong, and how his physician would probably send someone to make sure he was taking his medicine correctly too. He was such a mess, or he had always been a mess since the beginning.

He smiled despite knowing he would get scolded by a particular someone. It was nice to not have a nightmare once in his lifetime. Besides all the yawning and the aching in his body, he felt better after the second round of sleep he had. He was sure that his physician would force him to rest again in the afternoon.

Jiang Wanyin pushed himself up and leaned against the wall behind him. His lower back began throbbing but it wasn’t a problem for him. All he wanted to know was what time it was and who was with him last night (because he refused to believe it was Lan Xichen).

A quiet knock came and the door to his inner chamber opened. The sight of purple robes with a ponytail entered his room. He carried a basin and some cloths in his hands.

Their eyes met and the man almost lost his balance, trying to catch the flying clothes.

“Sect… Sect Leader Jiang.”

It was Wen Ning, and he did look good in their color.

“I’m awake,” he said and noticed the soreness in his throat.

Wen Ning nodded, saying:

“I...apologize for coming in without permission,” he stuttered while looking down to the ground, afraid to meet the eyes of the sect leader. “I deserve to be punished.”

Jiang Wanyin sighed when he heard that. None of his disciples wanted to be punished, yet this one asked for one. Wen Ning did nothing wrong by entering his room; he probably didn’t know that he was awake. It was a coincidence, not his fault.

“I accept your apology. Your punishment is to look after Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui whenever they are here,” Jiang Wanyin paused, thinking for a little bit before continuing. “That includes going to night-hunts with them.”

Wen Ning stared at him, his eyes opened wide showing every emotions and confusion in his head.

��What? Any complaints?” Jiang Wanyin snapped but his stomach was saying something else.

His stomach felt like it was stabbed multiple times and all he could do was curled himself. His throat began to hurt and the retching came back to him like last night.

Wen Ning immediately jumped and ran toward his sect leader, giving the empty basin in his hand to the other. The dry cloths were left on the bedside as he rubbed sect leader Jiang’s back as he relieved everything into the basin.

It was acidic and painful. Jiang Wanyin felt like his throat was slit and drained. The retching didn’t stop after he threw everything up. It kept coming to him and he tried to hold it in before it stopped. He leaned back, catching his breath and spit the remaining feeling in his mouth to the basin.

Wen Ning handed a cup to the sect leader and was quickly downed to clean whatever remained in his mouth. Once he was done, Wen Ning gave him the dry cloths to wipe his mouth while he took care of the basin. When he came back to the room, the sect leader had already closed his eyes and looked like trying to calm himself down.

“How are you feeling, Sect Leader Jiang?” Wen Ning asked, giving him a cup of warm tea to the leader’s hand.

Jiang Wanyin held the warm cup on his hand and focused on his breathing. No matter how much he wanted to reply, he was more afraid of the gagging to come back to him. He drank from the cup slowly and held it there. The aroma of this tea wasn’t something he was used to drinking, maybe the kitchen staffs were trying something new?

Wen Ning took the cup away when the sect leader placed it down. He smiled when the cup he got was empty. It seemed that Zewu-jun was right for serving this kind of tea, he’d definitely let him know how sect leader Jiang finished the whole cup without throwing up.

“Sect Leader Jiang?” Wen Ning called again, and this time all he got in reply was a heavy breath.

“I’m fine,” sect leader Jiang said. “What happened last night?”

Wen Ning hummed, thinking from where he should start telling him. Since Zewu-jun and sect leader Jiang didn’t seem to currently have a good relationship, he was trying to be careful to not mess things up further. So, he started with:

“Zewu—,” no, he should try again.

Wen Ning cleared his throat and tried again.

“My sister told me that you were poisoned, Sect Leader Jiang. Zewu-jun brought you to the room while my sister took care of the toxin.”

Should he tell him about Zewu-jun staying up all night to take care of him?

“I don’t know what happened after. Sister told me to mix up the herbs and gave it to you before I went back.”

No, maybe he shouldn’t. What if it made their relationship more complicated?

“Zewu-jun was here this morning to take a look at you. I—,” Wen Ning wondered if he should ask. “I can call him back if you want.”

His body tensed as if he were about to get punished. Wen Ning waited for the word or hand to come but it never came. All that came was a heavy breath and a groaned.

“No, they are be leaving soon. Don’t call him back,” Jiang Wanyin commanded.

He felt gross after throwing up but surprisingly, his robe was dry, unlike last night. Did the siblings change him in the middle of the night? Or was it his brother, Wei Wuxian?

Wen Ning nodded and sat still. He wondered what else he should do to make his sect leader better.

“Did you go night-hunting last night? With Jin Ling and your nephew?”

The question caught him off guard. How was he supposed to leave knowing that his sect leader might need anything from him at any time?

Wen Ning blinked a couple of times before answering:

“No,” he replied. “Sect Leader Jiang needs my medicine and I can’t abandon my duty.”

His hands were gripping his robes hard. He tried his best not to tremble in front of the sect leader but it seemed to be failing fast. The fear inside him was slowly inching out, trying to eat him alive.

The sect leader, on the other hand, grinned when he heard that. It was refreshing to know that Wen Ning could finally talk to him back without falling apart. He knew he didn’t give them a good first impression, even blamed Wen Ning for the death of his sister and her husband. And, he wished to change that. It wasn’t his fault after all. He was simply at the wrong time and place.

“You finally speak your mind in front of me,” Jiang Wanyin sounded proud. Though Wen Ning wasn’t exactly like a little brother, he could look like one to him. “Don’t be afraid to speak your mind. Use your voice confidently.”

Wen Ning looked at him and his hands were no longer twisting his robe. He gave the sect leader a wide smile. The fear inside him disappeared as he watched the sect leader.

“Am I allowed to take a bath? I can see that your mixed herbs are still on me.”

Wen Ning nodded with excitement. He was glad that his herbs worked though it was painful for his sect leader.

“Yes, Sect Leader!” He replied, a little too loud than he expected. He lowered his voice immediately, “I will let my sister know that you’re awake. Please excuse me.”

Jiang Wanyin nodded as the man walked off and closed the door. He sighed, leaning back on the wall for a second and appreciating the silence. He closed his eyes and wondered what his mother would say if she knew he was sheltering the clan who killed her… He laughed, knowing that his mother would probably whipped him while yelling:

“You’re such a disappointment!”

He sighed, his fingers playing with the ring on his finger. He was such a disappointment. Not even now, from the day he was born.

Jiang Wanyin was a walking disappointment the moment he was born into this world. But, he did not regret saving the Wen with him.

He never did.

Their walk to the morning meal was quiet. Today was their supposed departure day but his heart felt heavy for some reasons. It didn’t seem right for them to leave just yet. He didn’t know why, he just knew.

He turned to his side and see his husband’s face. Lan Wangji’s face was still and peaceful, a total opposite from his. The curve on his lips was different from years ago when Wei Wuxian first saw him in the Mo Village. His husband was grieving then, and he had put him under many difficulties during their journey but here they were. Yet, he was the still same from all those years ago, only Wei Wuxian was able to read his husband’s expression a little better than before.

When Lan Wanji turned to see him, Wei Wuxian looked into those golden crystals. He wondered why did it take him all these years to realize his husband’s feeling toward him. If he did realized it earlier, could they avoided all these mess that he made?

Wei Wuxian let out a heavy breath, decided not to pursue that thoughts any further. The past should stay in the past, and he should focus on fixing his relationship with Jiang Cheng. After all, that was only thing he could do for now.

“Wei Ying.”

He smiled, still looking at his husband as they walk.

“Yes, Lan Zhan…”

Lan Wangji held his arm and stopped them from walking. He bent down, closing his eyes before pressing his lips against his husband. A few smooches were left before they broke the kiss with Lan Wangji staring at him.

“Oh, naughty Lan Zhan wants attention in the morning,” Wei Wuxian teased, looking around to see if there were anyone else besides him. “Good thing no one is here. What if others see you doing this, Lan Er Gege?”

Wei Wuxian giggled, pressing his lips against his husband’s soft lips again. Lan Wangji kissed back, his hands were on his husband’s back and holding him close.

“Okay, before you can eat me all you want,” Wei Ying broke their kiss. “Tell me what did your brother say about my brother?”

The light golden eyes were still looking at him, as if telling him to quiet down. So, Wei Wuxian kissed him again for the last time before they started walking again.

“I’m worried, Lan Zhan. I’ve never seen Jiang Cheng like this before, okay, maybe once after the Wen destroyed Lotus Pier. But…” Wei Wuxian held his thoughts and looked into his husband’s eyes. “But, there’s no such threat anymore. What else is he worrying about?”

Lan Wangji let out a silent breath and planted a kiss on his husband’s forehead. Their hands were intertwined now, as if offering comfort to the other.

“Brother had an arrangement with the past Sect Leader Jiang,” Lan Wangji explained. His voice was calm and collected, though he knew it wasn’t in his place to explain anything.

“Arrangement? With Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu? What kind of arrangement, Lan Zhan? I’ve never heard of this before.” Wei Wuxian was surprised, more shocked at the revelation. Jiang Cheng never told him anything about this, not even when they were kids. Did Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu arranged it without telling them at all?

“Wei Ying, calm down,” was all Lan Wangji could tell him. He himself didn’t know the details of the arrangement since it had gone cold, but why did big brother suddenly bring it up to Jiang Wanyin?

“Lan Zhan, what kind of arrangement is it? Is that what’s troubling Jiang Cheng?” Wei Wuxian continued to ask but got no response from the older. All he got was silent as the answer.

It wasn’t particularly a silent. Wei Wuxian noticed the slight change in his husband’s face when he asked his questions. The older man was thinking about it too, and seemed like they both were pretty clueless about the matter.

“It was an arranged marriage,” Lan Wangji responded, and it stopped Wei Wuxian dead on his track.

This wasn’t the first time he heard about arrange marriage. His sister, Jiang Yanli and her husband Jin Zixuan’s marriage was supposed to be an arranged marriage before Uncle Jiang broke it off. It was his fault really. Had he not punched Jin Zixuan on his face, maybe they would get married earlier. But, in the end, they still married each other out of love, so his actions didn’t do much to severe the relationship. (He still felt bad about it though)

“My guess is between my brother and yours?”

Lan Wangji nodded, giving him a quiet:

“Mm.”

It was obvious because who else was there. If Madam Yu had already arranged for shijie to marry Jin Zixuan, it left them with Jiang Cheng assuming this was before he came into the family.

Wei Wuxian sighed, if this was the case, what was bothering Jiang Cheng this much? Zewu-jun was such a nobleman and responsible too. If he weren’t with Lan Zhan, Zewu-jun would probably on his list of men he wanted to marry. Thank goodness and heaven that he married Lan Zhan in the end though. He might prefer Hanguang-jun than his brother by a slight bit. But, really what bothered his brother so much about it?

“Then, last night. What happened last night?” Wei Wuxian pressed. “Jiang Cheng didn’t look good, his face was as pale as ashes, and it seemed to get worse when brother-in-law was there. Did something happen between them?”

Lan Wangji pondered in telling his husband about last night. He didn’t want his husband to worry but he knew if he didn’t tell him, Wei Ying would continue to worry for the rest of the day. Or, for the rest of the time until he knew what happened. There was no way Lan Wangji could win against his husband in this matter.

“Brother said it was poisoning,” Lan Wangji explained. “Jiang Wanyin took his medicine after drinking alcohol.”

Guilt started to sink in. Wei Wuxian didn’t notice that his brother was taking any medication at all. What kind of medication did he take? And, why was he the only one out of the loop in this? He frowned, thinking back to what happened before and after their evening meal.

“Wei Ying, morning meals first.”

Lan Wangji’s hand was on his husband’s waist, pulling him closer and hugging him.

“Not your fault, Wei Ying,” left Lan Wangji’s mouth.

Wei Wuxian smiled at the words. His husband did know him very well though he wasn’t telling him about the guilt that was eating him inside. What a husband he had and wish the same for his brother too…

“Thank you, Lan Zhan. Let’s go eat before the kids finish all our food,” Wei Wuxian said, walking with his husband’s hand on him. The unsettling feeling inside his heart was still there, but he ignored it for now. It wasn’t in his place to say anything about his brother’s life but if he could shoulder some of the burdens, he would.

After all, Jiang Cheng was still his brother and family, no matter what happened to them before.

#mo dao zu shi #xicheng #魔道祖师 #曦澄 #lan xichen #jiang cheng #nora's writing #i don't love you fic

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Dedicated to @blake-belladonna-defence-force, for never gettin tired of my requests and always givin me Bumbleby fluff/angst when i most need it. As a fellow writer, i am obliged to return the favor without you asking me. I mean, respect, right??

So anyways.. Uh.. Please enjoy readin :>

Almost (Sweet Music) [Hozier; Bumbleby]

The golden-haired brawler leaned by the bar's counter, her lilac eyes seemed to be caught in some kind of trance. She stared at an enamouring sight not too far a distance. Her partner actually socialized much more now -- talking and laughing giddily with Atlas's huntsmen and huntresses that shared the same interests as her. And, some moments afterwards, the raven-haired beauty even took the opportunity to dance with the members of Team JNR and FNKI.

Yang never felt one end of her lips move upwards, a small smile etched on her mouth as she looked down at the moderately swished beer in her mug. What she did feel, though, was the presence of her younger sister. Lilac eyes that were previously trained in glanced towards the person beside her.

Ruby sported rather a huge grin as she greeted her older sister. "Hey, Yang!"

Faint smile changed into a sly smirk, her yellow-painted prosthesis ruffling the red-dyed hair of Ruby. "Hello to you too, sis." Laughing at her whines and grumbling, Yang settled her lower back once more on the polished counter. "How's your night going so far? Really looking forward with you making a move at Weiss."

The silver-eyed girl blushed furiously as she rubbed the back of her neck. It only made Yang giggle more. "I'm… uh, not…. She's too, um…"

As her voice failed her, her older sister just beamed at her, taking a sip of her beverage. "It's so funny seeing you all flustered up, Rubes." She sighed dramatically and engulfed the shorter girl into a bone-crushing hug. "My baby sister's all grown up and havin' crushes!"

"Yang -- OW -- put me down! Can't -- breathe!" Ruby managed to squeak out, randomly slapping Yang's arms and pushing her head. The blonde laughed once more before acknowledging her sister's pleas. And as soon as she got withdrawn, Ruby inhaled a lot of oxygen deeply to reclaim the lost air in her lungs. "You seriously need to stop doing that, sis. My ribs are already fine as they are, thank you very much."

"See? Ice Queen's really rubbin' off of ya. You can't convince me otherwise." Yang chuckled. Her heart fluttered inside her chest, knowing Ruby can finally focus on something rather than having her mind always scattered all over the place.

Ruby dejectedly sighed. There was no way she can turn this tide back. Arguing with the golden-haired brawler will get her nowhere. Honestly, it's like joking with a bear.

So instead of going against it, the silver-eyed huntress decided to go with the flow of the current.

"Well, what about you, sis? Let's take the spotlight off me and talk about you," Ruby said, a glimpse of slyness hinted in her voice. "Your eyes always seem to be always glued on… say… a certain Cat Faunus?"

The smile on Yang's face was wiped out and was immediately replaced by a dark tint painted on her cheeks. She felt herself sweat slightly from the heat overtaking her body. Her mouth bobbed opened and closed like that of a fish, yet not a single word was spoken. She tried to think of a great retort, but found nothing.

"I-uh… this is so unfair, Ruby! You can't turn on me like that!" Yang finally stuttered and exclaimed. Whilst Ruby just laughed heartily in return.

After that, Ruby continued. "If you really like her that much, might as well do something 'bout it, sis. Don't 'friendzone' yourself, thinking she doesn't deserve someone like you. And when you're flustered -- which is all the damn time -- go through with it. Don't let it stop you."

Yang stood there in shock and awe. Hearing those words coming out of someone younger than her -- especially her sister -- left her with an incredulous expression on her face and her prosthesis theatrically set on top of her heart.

She gasped, exaggeration displayed. "When did you get all so poetic, lil' sis? It scares me, if I'm being honest."

Ruby smirked. "Great then! 'Cause heads up, she's already flagging you down." She gestured towards Blake. Lilac eyes settled on golden ones, watching the faunus wave her hand and smile at her.

Yang swore she heard Ruby tell her something else, but she was ensnared in a trance that made her vision blue everything else but her. Her jaw slackened; her hand holding the empty mug became wimpy and shook. But it wasn't because of the bad, terrible shaking that was left by Adam. It was because of a good, nerve-wracking anxiety this beautiful raven-haired girl gave her unbeknownst to her knowledge.

Once Yang took a deep breath and finally calmed herself down, she placed the mug down on the counter, leaving the bill with it. She sighed hopelessly.

If only you knew what you did to me, Blake -- wHOA!

Her daydreaming was cut off in a rather -- might I say, curt way -- by a random, middle-aged brunet. She tried to reason with him, but was intervened once more. "Go in there, girl! The song's gon' start any minute now." He stated with so much glee, proved by the wide grin on his mouth.

"I -- what?!" was all that Yang could say before finding herself trapped in the middle of the music pub, surrounded by smiling and excited people. Her eyes searched for Blake, and they found her purposefully sauntered near the front row of mixed folks, brandishing a Machavellian grin of her own.

The golden-haired brawler barely managed to register what was happening when the resonating sound of semi-acoustic guitar being strung in a jazzy-folky way, its music just loud enough for everyone to hear. Yang circled the area and saw two figures with visible smirks on their faces. Ruby and Weiss were just beside the long-haired brunet singer plucking his way through the guitar slung over his shoulder, their arms crossed and watching the two love-drunken idiots intently.

Clapping and snapping of fingers soon followed, the familiar song finally having a name. Both of them looked into each other's eyes, already knowing what one meant. They joined in the clapping, feet unconsciously gaining speed steadily. Inches apart, Blake mouthed words at Yang.

Just like we practiced?

Yang smiled and nodded.

Just like we practiced.

I came in from the outside, burned out from a joyride

She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway

Played by the bedside, is "Stella by Starlight"

That was my heart, the drums that start off "Night and Day"

Only two words were able to describe their movements. Graceful and fascinating. At first, the idiots were insecure and not sure about their actions (especially Yang). But after some of the lyrics were sung, both hummed along the tune and began to ease up their tense selves. By the next words, Yang gave up and sang along excellently. Fast movement shifted to a slower one.

Same kind of music haunts her bedroom

I'm almost me again, she's almost you

Blake's golden eyes widened at Yang's voice. She never heard the blonde sing before, so this really was a pleasant surprise. She thought it was sweet -- almost like honey. The raven-haired girl could not contain herself any longer and sang along with her.

I wouldn't know where to start,

Sweet music playing in the dark

Be still, my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me

Pulling each other's body, foreheads touching and noses brushing, lithe body against well-built, athletic. They repeated several motions, only altering some parts of it to make them look new. Perfect, they both thought. Just perfect.

I wouldn't know where,

I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't know where, I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't

I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't know where, I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't know

The song skipped to their supposedly "solo part". As kinsfolk around them carried on clapping, Yang did the first part. Growing up in Patch, she learned this amazing way of dancing known as Ceili dance. Tapping the heel, ball, and midsole of her boots on the ground quickly, made a thumping rhythm that accompanied the song's beat very well. People gasped and "wowed" as she did all that with her hands behind her back. Even the repressed nerd was amazed by this, garnering a triumphant smirk on Yang's face.

Second part, and Blake happened. With her gifted flexibility and dexterity, her movements were like that of a snow or leaf letting itself be cradled away by the wind. She looked so light on her feet, it was hypnotising. Years of yoga and contemporary dancing showed its resulting fruits.

Watching her made Yang practically melt right then and there. Her knees felt weak and were starting to buckle from the view she was being gifted by the Gods. She felt as if she'd just fallen in love over this elusive faunus all over again.

The Very Thought Of You and Am I Blue?

"A Love Supreme" seems far removed

"I Get Along Without You Very Well, " some other nights

The radio news reader chimes

Reporting "Russian Lullabies"

She'll turn to me awake and ask, Is everything "Alright"

Yang, being the stronger of the two, lifted Blake to the air, earning a yelp and a giggle from her, and so does the people surrounding them. The Cat faunus suppressed her laughs using her hand, meeting lilac eyes as she looked down on her partner. Yang gazed at her lovingly, and she realized something. So… this is what it feels like to be… in love? She asked herself, the grin on her lips fading into a faint smile as she was lost in thought. It feels like… you're on top of the world.

At the realization, her smile returned. Now, it was doubled in size.

I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart, "

Don't ruin this on me…

Chorus was sung over and over again. Final actions were made and done. Yang and Blake both exhausted themselves, for by the last word they were both panting and breathing heavily. They were so close -- Blake's hand resting on her partner's shoulder while the other was held by another warm hand. Yang's prosthesis securely held her in position just on top of her hip. Staring longingly into each other's eyes, the blonde asked for permission. The raven-haired girl just chuckled and sighed.

"Well?" She prompted gently, and Yang was more than happy to oblige.

Leaning in, the taller woman captured the shorter's lips. Soft and innocent, they warmed into each other's touch a few seconds later. Humans and Fauna alike whooped and cheered for the two huntresses. Others were encouraged to do the same thing, while the others just smiled at the scene in front of them.

=\/=\/=\/=\/=\/=

The kiss did not become heated in any way, and after several hours of enjoying the rest of their night off, the bunch of huntresses left filled with joy and love. After all, two new pairs of lovers found a way to exhibit to the world that gender and race do not matter. What really matters?

Love.

#bumbleby #whiterose #crumbs #fluff #oneshot #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #ruby rose #weiss schnee #rwby #rwby v7

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