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ragewerthers · 4 years

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Autumnal

Summary: All Prompto wanted to do was have a nice evening ready for Gladio when he got home from the Citadel. Sadly Ramuh seemed to have other plans in store.

But with the help of a caring Alpha, poor eyesight and a Christmas gift gone wrong... maybe this evening won't be so terrible after all?

A/n: Hello there! This is an F3S work for my friend @bgn846! I had far too much trouble deciding on which prompt to write so... I did them all in one fic! The prompts were:

'1.One of the bros gets locked out of their apartment in the rain or snow or something terrible. They call someone to come help, cuddles and fluff may occur.

2.A/B/O if you wanna try or just regular… Alpha Gladio surprises Omega Prompto with some flowers or something after a long day. This is purely an excuse for fluff and purring.

3.”Is that a boob mug?” This has absolutely no context for a reason. Hahah'

They were all so fun how could I pick?!?!? XD

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26590126

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: 4187

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“You have got to be kidding me?!” Prompto growled under his breath, his fingers fumbling inside his soggy pants pockets as he tried to desperately locate his house keys, shifting his couple bags of groceries from one arm to the other in his search. Was it unseemly for an Omega to growl? Maybe. Did he give any butts about it now? Absolutely not.

The poor Omega had found himself swept up in an early fall downpour on his way back from a quick excursion to downtown Insomnia and really, why wouldn’t it have happened on today of all days? It had been spiracorn dung since the beginning and no matter how much he’d hoped for it to get better it appeared it truly wasn’t in the cards.

Another gust of wind whipped its way along the street where his and Gladio’s townhouse resided, sending sheets of rain cascading over him once more. Why was Ramuh being such a dick today?!

He could hear other people rushing behind him along the sidewalk, seeking shelter in their own homes because they could at least remember to grab their keys from the little bowl at the front door. Hadn’t Gladio literally put it there months ago to make sure he would remember to grab his keys because he knew something like this was bound to happen?

After coming up short in searching his jacket pockets as well, the sound of something tearing and things hitting the ground instantly made Prompto want to scream. And so he did.

“Oh come on!” Prompto shouted to no one in particular. Glancing down he saw the paper bags he’d been using had become so soggy that literally everything he had bought now lay scattered along the stoop or was rolling down the few steps that led to the sidewalk. At this point, though it stung to see his purchases become waterlogged, he couldn’t bring it in himself to chase after them. If Ramuh wanted his groceries that bad he could take them! With another unseemly growl that made him feel slightly better, he thumped his head against the door as he tried to figure out what his next course of action should be.

There was always trying to call someone, but at this point his phone was probably so full of rain water it was useless. Even then who was he going to call?

Noct was in an incredibly important meeting with the delegates from Altissia. It was supposed to help rebuild some of the trading deals that had been in place before Insomnia had fallen all those years ago. He’d been working so hard to rebuild everything from the ground up and there was no way that Prompto was going to bother his best friend for something as silly as this. Besides, he could stand some soggy underpants if it meant that Noct could continue to raise Insomnia back to where it should be and far beyond it as well.

There was always Ignis, but today really would be an ill advised day to bother the Beta as well. If Noct was busy working on building trade deals then Ignis was more than likely pulling the work weight of five men to ensure that it happened. The man had become more and more reclusive when it came to his time in the archives and pulling out as much info as he could to help create a better and brighter Insomnia. And while there was definitely a reckoning coming for the Beta in the form of his three friends forcing him to take some sort of break or vacation, today was not going to be that day. That being said, he would also rather face a thousand feral daggerquills then interrupt Ignis while he was in extreme Adviser mode.

Bringing a hand up, Prompto went to wipe at his face to clear away some of the rain water cascading off his fringe, but aborted the movement a moment later. At this point it would be replaced in a nanosecond and he couldn’t find the energy to care anymore about it. With a deep sigh of defeat he took a seat on the soaked cement stoop and tried not to think of his last option.

Gladio.

Prompto gave a quiet, little whine as he thought of his Alpha. Gods he wished he could just warp back to this morning, wrapped up in the man's arms without a care in the world. It was a simpler time. A less soggy and cold time. He remembered only briefly waking to the brush of soft lips against his brow, his nose and then his own lips as Gladio promised to be back as soon as possible. The next time Prompto woke, the early morning sun had been replaced with fluffier autumnal clouds and the bed was far cooler without the living furnace that was Gladio

The Alpha had to get up early to be at the meeting with Noct and though the threat from Altissia was non-existent after everything, it still was better to err on the side of caution. And if there was going to be a force to dissuade any brazen acts of unrest, Gladio’s presence was more than capable of stopping it.

So sadly that meant enjoying a little breakfast together, or a few extra stolen kisses on the front stoop before Gladio went off were off the table for the day. Prompto found lonely mornings like this to be the roughest to start. However, he also knew that Gladio preferred them having their mornings to themselves as well and that always filled the Omega with a little extra warmth in his chest. Knowing that Gladio was going to have such a full day and that his own presence was not needed at the Citadel he’d decided that he would surprise his lovely Alpha with a nice home cooked dinner for when he returned to their cozy apartment.

Thus after spending the better part of the day buying groceries for a ramen dish he knew Gladio would love, and maybe buying a small dessert for them to share together later, everything went to heck in a handbasket.

If he’d spent more time thinking to grab his keys and check the forecast instead of imagining the smile on Gladio’s face he wouldn’t be in the predicament he was in now.

Soggy groceries strewn about the pavement, a chill settling deep in his bones and a wish in his heart greater than anything that he could just be back inside and restart the day from the beginning.

“Prompto? Prom, what happened?!” The sound of someone shouting to him through the downpour and rumbling thunder had Prompto’s head shooting up, not even realizing he’d ducked his head down to hide against his knees to begin with.

His eyes had to take a moment to focus, but as soon as the familiar warmth of the person’s hand touched his cheek he instantly sagged forward. Strong arms wrapped around him without hesitation and he felt the rain lessen minutely against his shivering frame.

“Gl-Gladio?” he stammered, nuzzling his face into the crook of his Alpha’s neck, taking in the scent of cool forests and wildflowers. A scent unmistakably Gladio’s, but with an underlying hint of firesmoke. The man was upset and Prompto hated knowing he’d caused it. “S-Sorry… sorry, Gladio. I… I was st-stupid and for-forgot my…!” His voice was cut off by a rather unmanly squeak that escaped when Gladio’s arms shifted and he found himself being lifted like a blushing bride and held against his Alpha’s broad chest, shielded from the unkind weather.

“No apologies, Sunshine,” Gladio murmured softly and Prompto felt the way his partner easily moved toward their door with him. After a little jostling he heard the familiar jingle of keys and soon they were entering into the small hallway of their home. Prompto could tell he was without a doubt drenching the little carpet they had down with the water coming off of him and he was probably making Gladio chilled by being held so close in his soggy mess of clothes.

A miserable little whine escaped Prompto without him meaning to and he felt Gladio give him a soft squeeze. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes. You feel like an ice cube,” he murmured softly and this only made Prompto frown more, especially as he felt himself being carried toward their bathroom.

“I-I can go myself… you… you were wo-working all day. I’m s-sorry,” he stammered only to find a soft kiss pressed to his forehead. Looking up he caught the small smile on his Alpha’s lips.

“Please stop apologizing, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.”

“But…,” he murmured only to find the man's lips now pressed against his own to stop him from finishing his sentence. As Gladio leaned back he nuzzled against Prompto’s nose, the deep rumble of a small purr vibrating through his chest and making Prompto’s bones feel like they were turning to liquid. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was more than enough to quiet him and make him pliant for what Gladio had to say next.

“None of that,” Gladio murmured softly as they finally reached their bathroom. “The only time you should ever have to apologize is if something is directly your fault. Do you control the weather? No. Would you have apologized to me on a sunny day? No. This isn’t your fault, Sunshine. Just a little bad luck.”

Prompto felt himself carefully set down on the bathroom counter, Gladio’s large frame moving around their small bathroom easily as he went to turn on the shower spray and grab his own towel for Prompto to use. “Why does it always seem like I have bad luck though?” Prompto asked as Gladio closed the shower curtain and turned back to his mate.

“I don’t see what happens to you as bad luck. Merely… inconvenient moments?” Gladio tried to offer, getting an unimpressed looked from his Omega as water still dripped from his fringe and down his freckled face. “Okay… so maybe some of it is bad luck. But it just means I get to come in and be your knight in shining armor and you know how much you love that.”

The cocky little smile Gladio flashed him after that made Prompto snort, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth to quiet the noise. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured.

“But I’m not wrong,” Gladio teased, stepping forward and sweeping his mate’s damp fringe to the side to press a gentle kiss to his brow. “Now go on. I’ll leave you to warm up a bit and I’ll bring in a change of clothes, okay?” With another soft kiss to the tip of his chilled nose, Prompto already felt himself warming just from the presence of his Alpha.

Once Gladio stepped out, Prompto scooched himself off the edge of the bathroom counter, moving a bit slowly as his fingers still felt a little numbed and chilled from the rainfall. Soon he was free of his soggy clothes, quickly put in the hamper, and was stepping into the wonderfully warm spray of their shower.

It wasn’t much longer that he was feeling more human and less like the Astrals personal punching bag. The feeling had returned to his fingers and toes and if he chose to use Gladio’s body wash to wrap himself up in the man's scent a bit more he was sure his Alpha wouldn’t mind. Pulling the curtain back he saw that his favorite pyjama’s, the sweats with chocobo’s on them and his favorite band t-shirt, were already on the counter waiting for him. Apparently he’d been so engrossed in getting the icky feelings and weather off of him that he hadn’t heard the door open and close. For such a big guy it always surprised Prompto how stealthy he could be. Which generally made impromptu games of hide and seek a nightmare for him because the man was a walking shadow!

Soon he was changed, his hair toweled off with Gladio’s towel and hung back up to dry. Now to figure out how he was going to save the evening from his ridiculous ‘inconvenient moment’ and do something nice for Gladio! Opening the door to the bathroom, Prompto only had a moment to think before he found himself literally enveloped in a blanket and hoisted back into the air with a squeal that would’ve put the best horror actress to shame!

Gladio’s booming laughter echoed through the hall a moment later and as Prompto wriggled his face out of the warm fabric he glared at the man. “Wh-what are you doing?!“ he squeaked, finding himself once more being carried around in his darling's arms like a bride in a quilted gown.

“Making sure my Omega is taken care of, sweetheart,” he cooed, making Prompto try to hide his flushed face in the blanket which, he realized, was radiating heat. He nuzzled his cheek against the fabric and a soft little trill of content escaping him making Gladio chuckle again.

“I see putting the blanket in the dryer for a little bit worked its magic,” he teased, making Prompto flush more, though his soft smile on his lips stayed. Soon he was being deposited on their sofa, his favorite tv show already playing and something warm and delicious smelling steaming on the small coffee table in front of them.

“Did… is that Cup Noodle?” he asked as he saw the noodles presented in a far fancier mug then he had ever realized their house had and a fork already nestled in it, only waiting for him to pluck it up to dive into the meal.

“It is. I went back out to clean up what was left of the groceries and I saw what you wanted to make,” he murmured, taking a seat beside Prompto and wrapping his arm around the man to hug him close to his side. “I know it’s not homemade, but I hope it will still do. If nothing else it should help warm you up even more.” Prompto felt his cheeks heating for the umpteenth time now at the sweetness of his mate, but also at how spectacularly he had failed. Sighing quietly he nuzzled closer to Gladio, taking in a deep breath and just focusing on his Alpha’s warmth for the moment. “I wanted to surprise you,” he whispered quietly. “You had such a busy day and… I just wanted to give you a relaxing evening. All I managed to do was make you worry about me and look after me.”

Closing his eyes as he spoke he curled up a bit more in the blanket. “I’m sorry.”

Gladio’s arm around him moved slightly and soon Prompto felt strong, calloused fingers gently soothing through the damp knots in his hair. “You have nothing to apologize for, Sunshine,” Gladio whispered gently. “And I’ll keep reminding you of that. That you don’t have to apologize for things like the weather, or dropping something, or forgetting something... until one day those apologies don’t happen anymore. Because there is nothing you could ever do that I would think you should be sorry for. You’re my sunshine. And sunshine has only ever made me smile and happy. No apologies needed.”

The soft reassurances and the gentle soothing to his hair was almost enough to make Prompto’s barely held together composure break and a quiet sniffle escaped him. “Y-You’re too good to me, ya know that?” he murmured, a watery little giggle escaping when he felt Gladio ruffling his hair lightly.

”No… you deserve the world, Sunshine. Don’t ever doubt that,” Gladio murmured softly, pressing a kiss to his temple before shifting and leaning forward. “Now. I think the noodles have cooled long enough and if you wait any longer they’ll lose their chewy integrity.”

“Chewy integrity?” Prompto questioned, bringing a hand up to soothe his hair back down and feeling the weight in his chest lifting more and more. “I feel like only Cup Noodle addicts would believe in such a thing.”

The dramatic gasp that left Gladio and the scathing look he was given had Prompto fighting another round of giggles as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth.

“I am not an addict! I’m a connoisseur!” Gladio huffed before passing over the ceramic cup, fighting a smile of his own.

“Mmhm. And I’m the queen of Duscae,” Prompto teased, stirring his fork into the noodles in search of a few veggies.

“I’m gonna tell Iggy you don’t believe in the integrity of noodles. You’re going to get such a lecture,” Gladio huffed, leaning back with his own cup and twirling a fair amount of the noodly goodness onto his own fork.

“Oooor… you’ll get an earful about your sodium intake again and… then… uh…,” Prompto paused as he turned to look at Gladio, watching as the man stared back at him in confusion.

“And… what? Everything okay, Prompto?” Gladio asked carefully around a mouthful, but Prompto’s eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to process what he was seeing.

“Is… is that a boob mug?” he asked, looking at the coffee cup Gladio was currently enjoying his meal from.

Gladio almost choked on his half chewed bite, coughing and smacking his chest before looking at Prompto like he was the crazy one.

“What?! No this isn’t a boob mug! Look at it,” he said, raising up what was clearly the mug of a female torso.

Prompto stared at his mate in disbelief before pointing at it. “I am! It’s a mug… with boobs! Where did you even get that thing?!” In the few years they had been living here he had absolutely no recollection of that hideous thing and if he had seen it, it wouldn’t have stayed in this apartment for very long. “Cor gave it to me last year for Christmas. He said it was a bag gift, which was weird because it was wrapped, but still!” Gladio groused as he narrowed his eyes at the mug, apparently trying to see what Prompto was seeing. “It’s obviously two moogles next to each other! Look! They even have their bright red noses!”

Prompto slowly started to see all the pieces coming together in this one moment and honestly, it was both endearing and hilarious. “Uh… I’ll be right back, big guy,” he said lightly, only just keeping the tremble of laughter out of his voice as he wiggled out of the warm blanket and ran to their room. Quickly locating what he was looking for he returned with his old glasses in hand and handed them to his Alpha. “Would you please, please, please humor me and put these on?”

Gladio had waited patiently for his mate’s return, but seeing the glasses instantly had him grumbling. “What are you trying to say?” he questioned, holding the glasses as if they had personally offended his honor.

“Nothing! Nothing, just… please?” Prompto asked, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes go extra wide in that way he knew Gladio couldn’t fight against… adding in a little whine making it a sure thing.

With a growl, Gladio begrudgingly unfolded the glasses. “Fine. But I’m gonna tell you the same thing I said earlier,” he reassured as he perched the glasses on his nose before picking up the cup again. “This mug is just an innocent picture of… shiva’s tits!”

“Exactly!” Prompto crowed as Gladio’s now seeing eyes beheld the world’s most atrocious mug. The absolute shock that crossed his mate’s features had the laughter Prompto had been trying to hide finally break free.

“It’s not funny!” Gladio whined, still gripping the mug in his hands and staring at it with betrayal. After a moment his eyes widened in horror. “I’ve been drinking from this at the Citadel! I brought it home because it chipped and wanted to fix it! Oh my gods I must’ve looked like such a dick!”

Prompto was positively beside himself now, his laughter high-pitched and squeaking as tears of mirth clung to his eyelashes. Oh his poor sweet Alpha!

“Y-You… dihihihihidn’t?! O-oh my gahahahad!” Prompto wheezed out, laughing so hard he was leaning on Gladio who looked like he wanted nothing more to have the sofa swallow him up. The mug was now abandoned on the coffee table and Gladio had his head in his hands.

Slowly Prompto started to calm, a few stray giggles still bubbling up as he wrapped his arm around his Alpha’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, big guy. But… I think what Cor might have said to you was that it was a ‘gag’ gift. Not a ‘bag’ gift,” he murmured softly. Gladio groaned even louder as he heard that and shook his head.

“So not only is my eyesight going, but I can’t hear as well?” Gladio mumbled and Prompto smiled gently, pressing a soft kiss to the man's shoulder and soothing his hand over his broad back.

“First of all, I was at that Christmas party and if the music was any louder you would’ve had to send flare signals to talk to anyone,” Prompto said gently, getting a little huff from his Alpha as he wrapped his arm around him and hugged the big guy closer. “But as for your eyesight… you’ve definitely been squinting a bit more lately. But… those glasses are cute on you.”

Prompto watched as Gladio’s ears tinged red at being called cute and he bit his lower lip as a smile appeared over his lips.

“Shields don’t wear glasses… and they aren’t cute…,” came the haughty little reply and Prompto found himself rolling his eyes.

“Well… my Shield just mistook a boob mug for moogles so I think there maaay be an exception to the rule,” he giggled softly. “And while I hate to argue with my Alpha… he most definitely looks cute in glasses.”

Gladio finally peeked his eyes out, his cheeks matching the light pink of his ears and making Prompto’s heart flutter a bit. Leaning forward he pressed a soft kiss to one of those warmed cheeks and finally saw his Alpha’s smile returning.

“I guess we both had a tough day, huh?” Prompto murmured softly. “I got caught in a rainstorm brought on by the rage of Ramuh himself… and you found out you’re getting old,” Prompto teased his Alpha lightly, giving his side a little pinch and earning a squeak from the man.

“Hey! I’ll show you old!” Gladio growled, quickly tackling Prompto onto the sofa and gathering up his giggling Omega in his arms, pulling him flush against his chest. “Do old Alpha’s cuddle? I think not!” he mumbled from somewhere above Prompto’s head, making the blond giggle harder as he wrapped his arms around Gladio’s waist and snuggled closer to the warmth he adored. “I don’t know. Should I do tests to find out? Find some nice young Alphahaha’s! Okahahay! I won’t! I w-wohohon’t!” Prompto squealed out as Gladio’s fingers teased at his vulnerable side, tickling him mercilessly for a few seconds before stopping.

“Shush it, you,” Gladio chided with a soft smile, glancing down at Prompto with a look that always managed to melt Prompto’s insides. The omega gave a happy little trill at that and snuggled closer as Gladio’s arms wrapped more snugly around him.

“Well… now that your Cup Noodles have lost any and all texture and you’ve managed to lure me into a cuddle pile… why don’t you get some rest, Sunshine?” Gladio murmured, the quiet, deep timbre of his voice already starting to have an effect on the Omega.

Cuddling closer and hiding his face against Gladio’s chest, Prompto felt his eyes already starting to close. The warmth of his mate’s embrace that he had missed since this morning enveloped him completely and finally, finally every bad thing from the day felt like it was starting to ebb away.

He felt Gladio shifting for a moment, hearing the faint sound of his glasses being placed on the coffee table before the man settled once more. A hand soon made its way up to his hair, gently running through it and lightly scratching over his scalp and truly, this was all Prompto ever wanted or needed.

It wasn’t much longer that Prompto found a soft purr starting to escape him and a little smile flickered over his lips as Gladio soon responded in kind. The Alpha’s deeper purr made Prompto’s mind go wonderfully fuzzy and he sighed softly.

Finally, after the struggles and ups and downs of the day he was able to be back where he had longed to be since the beginning. In the strong arms of his Alpha, a soft smile on his lips and knowing that regardless of what little turmoils and inconvenient moments happened, he would always have Gladio there to pick him up, making him laugh and offer him comfort. Hopefully he could do the same.

Perhaps he’d start by getting rid of that mug for him?

But that could happen after a nice autumn nap.

#ffxv #promptio #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #fluff #whump #my fics #I hope you enjoy my friend!#cuteness #everyone lives nobody dies au #alternate ending

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heavenofficialsbl · 5 years

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H.O.B. Chapter 12 part ii

Chapter 12 part ii: A Ghost in Red Sets Fire Upon The Military and Civil Temples part ii

I’m sorry this has taken me so long to write! I’m trying to get my sleep schedule back on track and that means I put myself to bed earlier (I usually write these before bed). Oh well, maybe I’ll get better with my time management as I do more of these. ALSO: if anyone is interested, I have an HOB discord for anyone that would like to join. Please shoot me a DM for the link <3

ALSO ALSO: Thank you guys so much for 500 followers! You make me so happy UwU <3 I didn’t think there would be this many people interested in HOB since it’s still so early into the translation, and it seems that the English speaking fandom is rather small right now, so it makes me really happy to see all of you guys enjoying the content!

Let’s get started!

OH BOY, I forgot that we had just gotten Hua Cheng’s name! I don’t know if XL is familiar with him or his name at all, but we’ll see...

Alright so Hua Cheng is translated to... Well it’s directly translated to ‘flower city’ which cracks me up. I have a feeling that this is going to somehow be connected to Xie Lian also being known as the “Flower crown Prince”. It’s funny how he had such a gentle and kind memory of HC leading him through the forest, while everyone else is on edge just at the mention of him

Daww, XL is part of the Four Famous Tales <3 That’s somehow very comforting/pleasing to hear. Even though he ended up being cast out from Heaven, he at least had some positive stories told about him

It does seem a bit odd that he hadn’t heard of these Four Great Calamities, though maybe it’s just for story-telling purposes so we can hear them explained

Oh please don’t tell me that XL is the White Clothed Calamity D: HC has to be the Bloody Rain Reaching Towards a Flower (that’s even the name of the first arc that we’re in ohoho). I’m also guessing that the Green Light Wandering Nights guy is the one who hangs corpses in the forest?

Mmmmm then maybe the White-Clothed Calamity isn’t XL, if they’re those that became ghosts

Ohhh interesting... I thought that the demon realm would be separate from the mortal realm like the Heavens are. I guess that just comes from being used to the idea of Hell though. That’s very discomforting though, as a human in this world, to know that all of the worlds demons and ghosts just live among you

Oh, I was right about something! So it is Green Ghost Qi Rong

The water demon doesn’t make hardly any trouble and still is listed first, while mister GG causes mayhem all the time and isn’t even Devastation level. People really do love having things that match lol they probably did just add him to make it 4

The White Clothed Calamity isn’t XL, but he seems painfully familiar with the name. It seems that this demon is the one who wiped out his own kingdom 800 years ago. I can imagine how painful it must be for him to hear that name. I wonder if he was extinguished right after/soon after he destroyed Xian Le kingdom, or if he died later on

Deathly Spirit Butterflies: cool as hell name

“Wan’t to provoke the least”: note, not the one the Heavens “hate the most” or the one that Heaven “considers the strongest”, but the one that they “don’t want to provoke”. I don’t know if this is a literal translation or if it was just written this way to keep the flow of the story, but to think that the Heavens are wary of HC and consider him such a great threat that they, instead of trying to destroy him, are instead actively avoiding him/trying not to give him a reason to turn on them... I think that says a lot

For XL to be as famous and Jun Wu but forced to be a scrap collector for 800 years while the other lives in luxury... oof

If one wanted to get to know a Heavens’ Official, they’d only need to take a walk, find a temple to visit, examine the god’s statue, study how they dressed, and what kind of enchanted weaponry they carried. With that, one could understand them to a certain extent

Except for the fact that we’ve explored how these thing change depending on the artist of the statue and the popularity of the Official... Artistic liberty and such

Do they think his name is fake because of how little it fits him? As for his appearance, people can lost of different personalities. I wouldn’t put it past him to change his appearance either, as he seems to be quite powerful.

Where can I get me a man who is always accompanied by blood rain and butterflies?

Of the stories that are given, I think he’s gonna beeeee probably a mixture of all four actually

OoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO oh yeah okay I have thought’s and ideas after reading that he became an official and left on his own okay yes please lets just say #heavypining

“Even if it was true, it still had to be false” xD So thats what those in Heaven find embarrassing? Interesting

Alright, so we find out that even demons/ghosts can have worshipers. We also learn that HC is probably Loki in disguise

It was almost at the point where he had enough power to cover the skies with just a single hand.

I can see why the Heavens are cautious of him. I hadn’t realized that he also had such a large following that was comparable to the Heavenly Officials’ following

He had just come out of a volcano, but that’s not important~

Okay, time to do a bit of research on poison and why it made him so formidable

*insert jeopardy theme here*

Alright so what I’m seeing about Gu is that it’s a traditional CHinese poison made by sealing several venomous creatures in a container, like snakes, spiders, and scorpions, etc., and letting them eat each other, and thus condensing the venom inside one body. It was used for things like causing disease and death, but also could possibly be used as a love charm...? this os from wikipedia:

"For centuries, the Miao, particularly Miao women", writes Schein (2000:50-51), "have been feared for their mastery of the so-called gu poison, which is said to inflict death from a distance with excruciating slowness."

Let’s go back a bit, shall we?

“...sometimes a temperamental and disagreeable teenager, sometimes a gentle, kind and elegant beautiful man, or sometimes a gorgeous female ghost with a poisonous heart.”

These things have really got me thinking now. I can’t stop reading about the poison GAH it’s so interesting!

I was confused with the wording of the sentence, “It was not a city where everyone raises Gu...” because why would someone RAISE poison? But now it makes sense, as the Gu, or Ku, is the survivor of that venomous buffet. When raised for a long time, it would continue to grown more venomous/poisonous

Oh. OH. Hua Cheng wasn’t studying Gu or making Gu, he IS Gu. Shit.

Okay he has to be Loki in disguise. To be a strong warrior and a competent scholar? Jeeze, he sounds like he really does have a lot of facets to his personality. To win in debates, you need to know when to yield and when to push. It makes me think of how when fishing, you need to sometimes let the fish swim away, but by doing that, you’re more likely to catch the fish in the end

Oh my god Hua Cheng offered his own ashes if he lost the bet, but he knew he would win xD When it says that he “openly invited” the 35 Officials, I wonder if he invited them by name, or if he just asked for 35 random Officials. I bet they were ones that were, at some point, cruel to XL huehuehue

And which 2 Officials thought he might actually defeat them? It says only 33 thought there wasn’t any chance, but that leaves two who thought he did have a chance. It seems like they didn’t participate, since it says that 33 lost the bet. I have a feeeeeeeeeling thats its XL’s two generals, because why wouldn’t it be? We need more circles withing circles, right?

In any case, people were very forgetful, in another fifty years, perhaps no one would remember it.

HAHAHA good luck with that

I can see why they don’t want to deal with him: he’s strong, cunning, and unpredictable. I doubt the Officials every get their temples burned (at least, it probably happens very, very rarely) so why would they think that HC would target the temples? They were left totally open and unguarded. What a smart cookie

I also like that he didn’t go after the two who decided not to fight him. I think that shows that he is, in a way, reasonable. He could have easily burned theirs as well, but they didn’t accept his challenge or his bet, so he left them alone.

Oh and it’s not just 33 temples, it’s all of the temples of all 33 Officials. Hoo boy, Hua Cheng, hoo boy

Jun Wu is right: don’t agree to something with such high stakes and then cry when it turns against you

Hua Cheng had also been very crafty, he only destroyed the temples and did not harm anyone.

A. GOOD. COOKIE.

Wait wait wait wait they can GO INTO PEOPLES DREAMS?! DUDE. They went into the dreams of such influential people and then lost so horribly RIP HEAVEN OFFICIALS WHO’S ARROGANT NOW BISH

So from everything that I’m reading about HC here, it seems that, and excuse me for bringing up Thor again, he doesn’t seek war, but is always prepared for it. He doesn’t openly attack people, but he’s certainly ready to fight if he needs to or feels threatened

Aaaaaaaaaaaand now a lot of them respect him. It must be such a weird dynamic between HC and the Officials: they’re Heavenly Officials for... heavens sake, and he is someone who, at least according to rumor at this point, had denounced his title as an Official and then became even stronger than many of the still current Officials. The more I read this, the more I understand why they can’t stand him. I think it’s not so much that they despise him like the 4 Clans despise WWX and want him dead, but more that they just want nothing to do with him, and are content with just staying away from him

Oh I totally saw that coming, that Mu Qing and Feng Xin were the two smart ones (or maybe they were just super uninterested) that didn’t bother with fighting HC

Op yep, it seems it was a bit of both haha they were busy and just didn’t want to bother. I wonder what their encounters were outside of the bet, since it says that they fought HC multiple times

Tadaaaahhhh- Our Highness the Crown Prince Xie Lian is totally smitten with those damn butterflies. I want to know what they do, or how HC uses them for the others to fear them that much. It says they cause “frantic devastation” so I want to see how they work

WEll I’m so glad that we’re finally getting some actual information on HC (I wasn’t expecting this much information this soon!). WE definitely still don’t know everything about him, so I can’t make a really good guess on what his personality is or anything about his character/morality, but he seems to be smart and reasonable to an extent.

Well, thanks for reading guys! See you hopefully in a few days when I get to chapter 13!

-Bee

#hob #heaven officials blessing #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #mo xian tong xiu #mxtx #hob liveblog #chinese webnovel #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #scum villain #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #xie lian #hua cheng

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mihanada · 6 years

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Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

(back to masterpost)

There is a lot going on in this chapter that is both immensely satisfying and extremely creepy.

And this arc is so tiny! Only two parts, I believe.

Chapter 61: Evil (Part 1)

Alright, this is not quite as gross as the Xuanwu chapter for me, but just in case anyone forgot, this novel is not for the faint of heart. The levity distracts from the heaviness of the rest of the content for you to also forget about the gross bits until they come up again and hit you in the face. This novel strikes a nice balance between all of these elements, which is nice.

“It’s been three months since I threw him into Burial Mound. Why are you still having dreams of him? Just how many times has it been?!”

IT SERVES YOU RIGHT!!!

Up until the icky stuff happens, that ^ is what I was whispering fiercely the entire time.

“How could it be possible? Before this, how many cultivators have our sect sent to clean Burial Mound up? Did any one of them come back alive? Now that he’s been thrown inside, his corpse has probably rotted away already.”

Whose bright idea was it to create a great big mound of CORPSES. It got so bad that everyone you sent to clean it up dropped dead. Seriously, you would think cultivators would not let something like this get that bad. Obviously they had wanted to do something about it a while back, so why didn’t someone clean it up before it became a literal hellhole...

“The people who died in Burial Mound, all of their souls would be shackled there.”

Apparently this is a thing, too.

“What Sunshot Campaign? Some Sunshot it is. Want to shoot down the sun? Dream on!”

YOUNGEST SHIDI YOUR LEGACY IS HERE.

“Wang LingJiao felt wronged, but she felt hatred as well. She put down the teacup. Fixing her hair and her robes, she walked outside with a smile.

Just as she went out the door, the smile on her face faltered.”

I’ll take this opportunity to say that I appreciate the small attempt to humanize Wang Lingjiao here. I appreciate the disintegration of hers and Wen Chao’s relationship even more, but. xD

She was one of those typical bitchy villains, but hey, at least she wasn’t totally dumb and naive enough to believe without a doubt that Wen Chao would continue adoring her. She hoped, but when it was clear that he had enough of her, she also decided it was best to derp off.

ooh the pieces are finally falling into place! Wen Xu being beheaded was mentioned during Nie Mingjue’s flashbacks.

“When they emerged under the banner of the ‘Sunshot Campaign’, nobody took them seriously.”

I wish we could’ve seen this thing form instead of after the three month time skip, but oh well.

“However, three months later, the circumstances didn’t turn out the way they expected them to at all!”

and they managed to turn the tables without demonic cultivation meddling! though that probably helped immensely, later in this chapter.

“There was none of her beloved treasures, only a pale-skinned, curled-up child!”

I’m actually wondering what the hell this was. Was she hallucinating? But it ends up in the room later...

What matter of demonic cultivation is this?? xD

it’s delightfully creepy though a bit cliche. want horror? go straight for the creepy babies.

“A white-colored child lay prone under her bed, staring into her eyes.”

what is happening, seriously

“Wen Chao shouted. He unsheathed his new sword and sliced at her, “Go away! Get lost!”

“new sword”

I appreciate that the author remembered he lost his back in the cave. xD

“Wang LingJiao’s shoulder had been gashed by the sword. Her features were even more twisted as she shrieked, “Ahhhhhh… It hurts, ahhhh… It hurts, ahhhh!!!”

the, uh, creepy and disturbing part is that she’s not actually dead, yet acting almost like a corpse being controlled (we know this isn’t going to happen yet though, since mr. Ghost General was the first).

“On the ground, Wang LingJiao had already picked up one leg of the stool, frantically stuffing it into her mouth, laughing as she did, “Fine, fine, I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it! Haha, I’ll eat it!”

I’m wondering what and how she is compelled to do this by...? It’s definitely something to do with demonic cultivation, and it’s a no-brainer who is responsible.

However, getting her to literally eat a chair leg is pretty impressive.

“Wen Chao was almost dead from the shock.”

hahaha I was also all ??? at this point. what is going on, how-

“Each carrying their cultivators, they flew on their swords in silence.”

notice that? notice it?

a certain someone who lost their golden core can suddenly fly again...

we should all wander a nameless mountain blindfolded for 7+ days

“Two months ago, the Two Jades of Lan cooperated in a surprise attack with Jiang Cheng.”

That’s pretty impressive with just three of them.

“Jiang Cheng looked at him, as if surprised that he had suddenly asked about Wei Ying. He answered, “No.”

hahaha we all know why he asked about Wei Ying...

To Jiang Cheng though, it probably is a little random.

awww Jiang Cheng is toting his sword around though...

imagine if things didn’t work out and he never got to give it back hahahaha. well, Jiang Cheng, things have pretty much been shit for you, but at least that worked out.

Like, I guess these are objectively gross. xD not enough to squick me, but yeah, pretty nasty.

However, having recently read a novel that truly had a gratuitous amount of violent, bloody, and disgusting deaths, GDC has a good balance. It’s not exactly for the shock factor, nor gratuitous. Gross, yes, but not to a pointless degree.

I’m wondering how they all died in a different manner though. We’ve never gotten to see demonic cultivation used in this way yet.

I like the bit of mystery behind it.

“She had killed herself by forcing herself to swallow the stool leg into her stomach.”

So yeah, it has to do with controlling people. They’re not dead yet when they controlled though.

“Jiang Cheng turned the corpse’s twisted face over. After he had scrutinized it for a while, he gave out a cold laugh. Holding the stool leg, he shoved it into her mouth, somehow managing to stuff the half that had been outside into her body as well.”

We’ve reached the point that Lan Wangji didn’t comment on this. Yeah, he was inspecting the talismans, but you can’t say he didn’t notice Jiang Cheng shoving a stool leg down a corpse’s throat.

this, was kind of a yuck moment.

But can you blame Jiang Cheng after the shit these people put him through. and she’s dead anyways.

“These brushstrokes were the ones that entirely changed the pattern of the talisman. Now, looking at it, the talisman stuck to the door seemed to be the face of a person, smiling eerily.”

someone has been busy~

“Jiang Cheng was shocked, “Talismans… could attract evil? I haven’t heard of anything like it.”

yes you have, once, in speculation, two years ago!

“Jiang Cheng, “Then who could this person possibly be? Amongst all of the renowned cultivators, I haven’t heard of any who can do such a thing.

Immediately after, he continued, “But no matter who they are, it’s fine as long as their objective is the same as ours—to kill all of the Wen-dogs!”

oh, jiang cheng.

“Jiang Cheng snorted, “Dark? In this world, could there be anything darker than the Wen-dogs?!”

Oh, you say that now, Jiang Cheng...

It is quiet funny and such a part of human nature for this to occur though. “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” and once the Wen sect is no longer around as a common enemy...

“This person had to be Wen Chao. But how did Wen Chao’s voice become like this? So thin and so sharp, it didn’t seem to be Wen Chao at all?”

I mean, this is terrible and all, what happened to him but you can’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction as well. that’s what you get for terrorizing everyone and murdering basically an entire clan!

I’m amazed Jiang Cheng managed to find people to recruit at all in those three months, actually.

“Wen ZhuLiu appeared to be indifferent, “Perhaps.”

those are some words of encouragement, Wen Zhuliu.

never go to Wen Zhuliu for comfort, ever.

“Wen ZhuLiu, “You need ointment. Or else you’ll be dead for certain.”

Practical, though. And oddly loyal. What is with this guy? Though, at this point, even if he abandoned Wen Chao, his life would still be on the line. All he would have is some more time to run.

“Wen ZhuLiu peeled off the bandages layer by layer, revealing the skin of the bald man. On the face, scars and burn marks scattered without order, making him look as if he’d been cooked. Ugly, hideous, they couldn’t see at all the shadow of whom he used to be!”

What in the world happened???

We better find out what demonic art thing is responsible eventually. xD

“Don’t cry. Or else the tears would make the wounds fester and worsen the pain.”

Well that sucks. They are burn wounds, though.

“Suddenly, Wen Chao shrieked, “The flute! The flute! Is it the flute?! I heard him play the flute again!”

Wen ZhuLiu, “No! It was the wind.”

I guess his flute can do more than control corpses.

“Seeing this, Jiang Cheng remembered what a plight he and Wei WuXian were in the day when they fled. The didn’t even have any food. Such a situation was karma indeed!

Heart filled with joy, the corners of his curled lifted and he broke into mad but soundless laughter.”

can you see the current Jiang Cheng in him now.

after what happened to his sect, it was just a downward spiral from there....even though he’s got his cultivation back, the experience and trauma altered his personality forever.

Everyone is unhinged in this chapter omg. Lan Wangji and Wen Zhuliu are the only sane ones.

“He threw the bun away and screamed, “I’m not eating meat! I’m not! I’m not! I’m not eating meat!”

Geez, what happened to you??

“No no no, Wen ZhuLiu, Brother Wen! Don’t go, don’t leave me behind. If you can take me back to my dad, I’ll let him promote you to the highest level guest cultivator! No no no, you saved me, so you’re my brother—I’ll let him recognize you into the main clan! From now on you’ll be my elder brother!”

what an asshole. this is the only guy who is willing to stay by your side and strong enough to do so, he could have just ditched you and taken his chances running but instead he is lugging your sorry ass around for some reason.

Come to think of it, Wen Zhuliu has a pretty abhorrent ability that is NOT classified as demonic cultivation. But perhaps that’s the reason he ended up with the Wen Sect. Who else would want to be associated with such a horrible ability? Only those with the power to suppress all opposition and no care for morals.

“Wen ZhuLiu stared in the direction of the stairs, “There’s no need.”

Once again, never go to this guy for pep talks.

“The pair of palms, on the other hand, was bare, without a single finger on it!”

It’s amazing he’s still kicking (...well...) actually.

“The person slowly walked upstairs. He was covered in black. With a slender physique, he had a flute at his waist, hands behind his back.

However, when the person strolled up the stairs and turned around, smile on his face, Lan WangJi’s eyes opened wide, having seen those bright features before.”

GUESS WHO.

(quotes from ExR’s translations)

← back・onward →

#grandmaster of demonic cultivation #founder of diabolism #mo dao zu shi #魔道祖师 #mdzs novel #gdc aka the liveblog of TEARS

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sassycassie-s-series · 6 years

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All My Fault 12

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG

Notes: (Masterlist) This one is just enough longer than usual that I feel the need to point it out XD

Tag List (Open): @batboys-and-other-messes @nanna-the-batmum @probsjosh @welovegroot

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11

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“Do you not want to put your dress on first?” Damian asked.

“Nope. Hair first. Then makeup. Then Steph’s gonna come in and help me with my dress,” I replied. “I'm not pulling it on over my head, though, so it won’t ruin my hair.”

“Tt. I see,” Damian said. “Alright. Have a seat.”

I obediently sat down in front of my desk chair in just shorts, my hoodie, and the bra I was going to wear under my gown. The hoodie was so I could just unzip it and take it off without pulling a shirt over my hair to ruin it.

Damian sat behind me in my desk chair, pulled a package of bobby pins out of his pocket, and picked up my brush and comb. My hair was hanging, wet, down my back and all brushed out. I leaned my head back into Damian’s hands. He began to run his fingers through my hair to section it off as evenly as possible.

I kept my eyes closed so I could just feel what he was doing. It was so relaxing.

While I’d been dancing with Dick in the ballroom the day before, he’d dramatically languished that he was so jealous that I let Damian play with my hair and not him. Dick complained that he’d always wanted to play with my hair because it looked so thick and soft and I would never let him. Which wasn’t entirely true, but he was exaggerating for dramatic effect. And it worked to get me to smile. Then again, my smiles came easy. Unlike Damian and Bruce’s.

I let out a little, “Hmm…” of contentment.

“Does that feel good?” Damian asked. There was no smile in his voice. Just a genuine question.

“Mmhmm,” I grunted, bouncing my left eyebrow. “Feels sooo good.”

Damian chuckled quietly, almost like he didn’t want me to hear. But when I was literally sitting with my shoulders nearly touching his shins, it would have been hard for me not to hear.

It took longer for him to do my hair tonight than last night, even though my hair was wet and staying in place better, because he was being more precise and careful. I gave him complete control over my hair and just sat there, moving around whenever his hands guided me to tilt my head a certain direction.

After maybe fifteen minutes—twenty, maybe?—he finished it off, pinning a few weaves in place, curling the few wisps he teased out of the weaves and plaits, and giving my hair a generous helping of hairspray while using his other hand to block my eyes and face from getting sprayed.

He helped me to my feet. “Take a look,” he recommended. I jogged over to the mirror in my bathroom and peered at it.

“Wow! It looks even better today!” I exclaimed. “I just wanna touch it! But I know I can’t!” I cast a bright smile over my shoulder at him. “Thank you, Damian!” I rushed back over to him and threw my arms around him. “I love it!” I pulled back. “Okay! I gotta put my makeup on. I’ll see you in a little bit, yeah?”

Damian nodded, a bit astonished at the intensity of my hug, and slowly backed out of my room. “Yes. Of course. I will be here to escort you downstairs precisely at five-fifty-five,” he replied.

“Great. Thanks again! I totally owe you one. ‘Kay see you later!” I shut the door and ran to my phone to text Stephanie. Okay he’s gone! Come help me with this dress!

Are you not doing your makeup first?

I’ll start it while you’re on your way. Can’t wait for you to see this hairstyle. It’s amazing.

I'm excited too! Be right there!

I smiled and unzipped my jacket. In my closet, I unzipped the garment bag and got the beautiful green evening gown out, draping it over my bed. In my bathroom I started my eyeshadow, peering at myself through half-lids in the mirror.

Hot dang Damian did a fantastic hairstyle. He got my hair out of my face, but made it look elegant and beautiful. My hair was always one of my favorite features about myself, and I was grateful that he was able to make it look so nice. Especially since this was my first event in this future and I usually did my own hair the same way every time.

Knock-knock!

I ran to my door and yanked it open.

Stephanie Brown, a.k.a. The Spoiler, stood there with a smile on her face. She used to be about two years younger than me. Now she was six years older. She looked gorgeous as always. Glimmering violet gown that hugged her fit figure, soft blonde hair falling in careful curls. She was a few inches taller than me.

She pushed herself into my room and into my hug. “Look at you, Cloudy!” she squealed. “You look so pretty!” She pulled back enough to look at my hair. “Oh wow. Damian’s got a good eye. That’s got, like, a perfect balance to your profile. Look at me. Look to the side,” she ordered, pinching my chin and turning my head side-to-side. “Yup. You’re gonna be a knockout tonight.” She shut my bedroom door behind her. “Now. Dress.”

“Dress,” I agreed. I picked it up off my bed and showed it off to her. “What do you think?”

“It’s gorgeous. Damian still has no idea why you picked the color you did?”

“Not a clue. Or if he did figure it out, he hasn’t confronted me about it.”

“Huh. Well. Maybe when he sees you in it, he’ll get it.” She took it from my hands and unzipped the back. “Okay. Step lightly,” she warned. I nodded, pulled off my shorts and hoodie, and gently eased into the dress. Steph helped it up over my legs and hips, made sure I got my arms into the short sleeves, and then zipped up the back for me. She turned me around to look me up and down. “I think I'm going to faint,” she teased. “You look so beautiful!” She smiled. “I missed you, y’know.”

“I know, Steph. Thanks.” I smiled.

“You gonna finish your makeup now?” she asked.

“Yeah. How much time have I got?” I wondered, peering around for my alarm clock. Where had I hidden it this time?

Steph looked at her phone. “About twenty minutes,” she said.

“Perfect. Just enough time. I’ll see you down there.”

“See you down there.” She squeezed my arms and squealed. “Tonight’s gonna be great!” With dexterity I would literally never master, she ran out of my room—in her four-inch heels. I was wearing two-inch heels that I could feasibly dance in.

Another head poked in as Steph left. “Hey kid,” Jason greeted. “I'm still legally dead so I'm heading out on patrol. Someone’s gotta. Just wanted to wish you luck.”

“Thanks Jay,” I offered, crossing over to him and giving him a little hug—just a small one though so I wouldn’t wrinkle my dress.

“Wow. You’re drop-dead gorgeous tonight, kiddo,” he said. “Damian’s gonna die when he sees you.”

I snorted. “Steph said something similar.”

“She’s not wrong. I mean, if Damian’s not already in love with you, he will be by the end of the night.”

I smacked Jason in the chest. “Jason! Damian’s not in love with me!” I retorted with a laugh. “We’re just… working on being friends. You know he and I were never particularly close when he was younger—”

“Maybe, Cloudy, but you’ll see.” He gave me a cheeky wink and moved to leave. “Tomorrow I wanna hear all about it.”

“Bye Jason,” I said.

He ducked out of my room with a sarcastic two-fingered salute. “Have fun, Princess of Gotham!”

“I'm not a princess!” I called out after him before shutting my door and going back to my makeup. Not much left now. Some rouge. Some eyeliner—not even winged. Mascara. Lipstick. Maybe a touch of perfume if I felt the need… did I put on deodorant? Shoot. I couldn’t remember.

I yanked open my medicine cabinet and popped the deodorant lid off. Oh well. Even if I already had, what was wrong with more, right? Extra protection or something? I didn’t know. I was hitting panic mode.

I went back to my makeup, going through my pre-gala checklist in my head. My hair was done—Damian did it, which was really throwing me off my groove. My makeup was in progress. My dress was on. I’d put my heels on before Damian came to get me. I didn’t need a bag or my phone because we were literally in the house where I lived. I’d come up and reapply lipstick if I needed to. I shouldn’t need to though… it tended to last for at least four hours as long as I didn’t eat anything.

Okay. Good. Calm down. No panic. Just another party. Not even giving a speech. Not in front of everyone anyway. I’d probably be explaining my fake story about being lost in the time-stream fifteen hundred times to gossips who wanted something to talk about for the next several months, but there was no podium.

I was curling my eyelashes when I heard a knock on the door. “McCloud? Are you finished?” Damian called.

“Uh… not yet!” I shouted. “Gimme a few minutes! You can go ahead and head downstairs if you wanna come back in five minutes!”

“Tt. Don’t be ridiculous, McCloud. I cannot show up to the charity ball without the lady I'm escorting.”

“Seriously, Damian! Just head down! It’s fine. Go schmooze for five minutes till I'm done. I just have to finish my makeup and get my heels—oh crap! I forgot my jewelry!” I shoved the mascara wand in the tube and dropped it on my counter before gathering up my skirt into one hand and running into my bedroom. I rummaged through my jewelry box, looking for the stud emerald earrings I’d planned on wearing—Dick had picked them out, but Damian gave them to me on my twentieth birthday.

There they were. I held them in one hand and searched for my necklace in the other. A heavy gold chain with emeralds on it. Come on. Bruce gave it to me like two days ago…

There it was! I snatched it and the matching bracelet.

I ran back to my bathroom to finish mascara and lipstick before heels and jewelry.

Mascara. Done. Lipstick. Done but a little messy—need to fix that… Okay fixed… Jewelry: cleaned off. Earrings in. Bracelet on. Little struggle with my necklace, but it’s on, I thought frantically. Heels!

I hopped into them and buckled them around my ankles.

Once I was ready, I looked at myself in front of my full-length mirror in my closet.

I looked nice.

Straightening my posture and taking a fortifying breath, I strode over to my door. I hadn’t heard Damian say anything so I assumed he went downstairs without me.

Here we go, I thought. I yanked the door open, ready to face the party.

I nearly walked into a pillar wrapped in a tuxedo standing right there. “Damian!”

^^^^^

Damian stared, his eyes widening and mouth dropping open.

He closed and opened his mouth like a fish for a moment, too stunned to fathom his racing thoughts into words. “You… you look incredible,” he finally managed to say. Stupid—stupid! You sound like an imbecile, he thought sharply.

She wore the gown he’d designed and she’d colored—it was a vibrant yet relaxed green with simple gold accents. It wasn’t a gown that hugged her entire body tightly. She hated not being able to move. It fit her torso well and hung loose down her legs. He could see the low gold heels poking out from under the hem. Her lips were a dark pink with a purplish tint. She wore the gold-and-emerald necklace Father had suggested, and the earrings Damian once gave her for her birthday. Her eyeliner made the brown of her eyes even darker and more intense. The mascara boldened her eyelashes—they were thick and dark anyway, but now they were long, black, and far more noticeable.

McCloud smiled—a bright expression that could put the entire night sky to shame. It was the same kind of grin she’d given him when she saw her properly-done hairdo in the mirror earlier. The kind that made his heart pound and his breathing falter. “Thank you! You look really nice too!” she replied, looking him up and down. “You really fill out a tux now that you’re older.”

“Thank… thank you,” he said.

How to Sound Like an Idiot 101: Try to Talk to Your Crush When She’s So Gorgeous You’re Speechless, he heard Tim’s laughing voice say in his mind.

Damian got his wits back. He offered her his arm. “Shall we?” he asked.

She looped her arm through his. “Absolutely,” she replied. “I, uh, I'm surprised you waited for me.”

“Of course,” he said. “I could hardly go down into the masses without you.”

She giggled quietly. “Thanks.”

Damian’s heart thudded against his sternum with every step they took toward the ballroom. He could smell her perfume—something floral. Jasmine, maybe. Or was it lavender? It was a familiar scent that he couldn’t place. She’d worn it before, he knew that. A long time ago for him. Not so long for her.

Whatever it was, he had to convince himself not to be intoxicated and entirely enraptured by it.

^^^^^

Damian and I reached the stairs to the foyer. Guests were arriving by the carload and streaming into the ballroom. I squeezed Damian’s arm tighter. “You ready?” I asked.

“As long as you are,” he replied.

We descended down into the charity ball.

#All My Fault #Chapter 12 #All My Fault Chapter 12 #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne Imagine #Damian Wayne FanFiction #Robin #Robin Imagine #Robin FanFiction #Batman #Batman Imagine #Batman FanFiction #DC #DC Imagine #DC FanFiction #BatFam #BatFam Imagine #BatFam FanFiction

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mariestherapeutics · 7 years

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Short Story: Cry Wolf Finale, starring Junmyeon. Genre: Wolf!AU, Fluff, Romance Word Count: 7,270 A/N: WARNING: Mentions of sex. Here's the last part to Cry Wolf everyone. ;u; I'm glad this became such a popular story, and I hope that you all continue to love and ask for Wolf!Myeon in the future during drabble games and/or requests. :')This part also went in a direction I hadn't planned it to, so it's pretty long. XD

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(♫) 'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen. Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory.

"So in lamens terms, mating season is when we get super horny and have babies." You deadpan, much to Junmyeon's discomfort.

"You don't have to word it like that..." He murmurs, blushing a deep red and looking away shyly. "It's supposed to be intimate and romantic and unifying, not wild and full of lust." He tells you.

Honestly, you're really glad that someone finally decided to give you the talk, but it wasn't until after Junmeyon's heat receded completely that it happened.

(Two days ago...)

You toss in your bed restlessly, unable to block out the sounds of nature even with your earbuds. Huffing irritably, you decide that you won't be able to fall asleep and get out of bed, wrapping yourself up in your blankets to stay warm. It was nearly mid-April, but the temperature outside was still biting.

There were nights, like tonight, where Junmyeon's dad insisted that you slept over (in a separate room than his son, though, for God's sake) for reasons he wouldn't elaborate on, but you never complained. You liked being near your mate as much as possible, so even sleeping in the same house was enough for you.

As quietly as you can manage to, you tip toe to your bedroom door before realizing the hallway light is on. When you open it, you wonder if someone just forgot to turn it off because the house is dead silent.

Curiously, you wander around the home, peeking your head into the kitchen, bathrooms, living room, and even your boyfriend's bedroom, but find no one. Concluding that you were being pranked, because this kind of thing is something you'd do, you haughtily decide to pack up your things now and just go home. If they thought they could jump scare you then they have another thing coming.

Your clothes are gathered and bundled up in your backpack, and by the time you sneak to the front door, you realize something else. The door is unlocked.

"Maybe they went out?" You wonder aloud, slowly pushing the door ajar. The chilling night air sends shivers down your spine, despite the blanket you still had around your shoulders, but you barely think about it because something catches your attention. "Mr. Kim? What are you doing out here at this hour?"

Junmyeon's dad turns around and looks at you in surprise, like he didn't notice you creeping up on him. It's a first, and it surprises you, too, because all the werewolves you know always smell you beforehand. "Oh, _____, you're up already?" He asks briskly, seeming unfocused. "What time is it?" He inquires, looking up at the sky. Apparently he makes out the time because he wrinkles his nose at you in confusion. "You should be in bed still."

"What's going on? I can't sleep with all the noise." You tell him, not bothering to hide your vexation. You love sleeping, almost as much as you love your boyfriend and family.

"I guess now is as good a time as ever to tell you..." Yesung mumbles, running a hand through his hair messily. When he does that, you see his resemblance to his son, and it makes you miss him a little. Where was your were-mate right now? His dad glances at you the second you think that, and you remember that all wolves can sense emotions, not just soulmates. You look down at your feet in embarrassment. "It's fine," He chuckles, motioning to the porch swing for you to sit. You do, pulling your feet up and under you and wrapping the blanket completely around you as he sits next to you. "I expect you're missing Junmyeon?"

You nod slightly, still avoiding his gaze shyly. "Where is he?" You dare ask.

"The wolves eat tonight." He replies.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

"I don't get it." You admit, unabashed. "You guys eat every night, I'm confused." Your ignorance and purity seems to amuse him, because he starts laughing. "What? Why are you laughing!" You complain, feeling more and more in the dark than usual.

"Obviously we eat every night, like you do," He says, wiping the edges of his eyes humorously. "But every month, us werewolves go into the forest and prey." He explains. "It's our primal instincts that come out when we do, and other than being totally stress relieving, it's a remedy for unending--"

He stops short, eyes widening and gaze turning in the direction of the trees. He sniffs the air once, twice, then sighs and shakes his head disappointingly. "That dumb ass.." You hear him grumble before he stands up. "Junmyeon's coming, but you may want to go inside before he smells you."

"How come..?" You ask unsurely, wanting to see your boyfriend but also wary of why you should leave. "He won't eat me, will he?" You ask dumbly, which makes Yesung laugh again.

"No, he's just... probably not a sight you want to see right now." He tells you. You don't know what that means, but you stubbornly stay seated on the swing and wait until you hear twigs snapping in the distance, before standing up and anticipating Junmyeon's arrival.

And like his father said, what you see is a sight you didn't want to.

You literally drop your jaw in horror.

"_____?" You hear his melodic voice call your name, and though it fills you with warmth, you can't help but step back when he approaches the porch. "I thought I smelled you. Did you wait up to see me?" He grins happily, but stops feet away from you when he sees your expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Um..." You stammer, looking for a more obvious answer. "Maybe because you're covered in blood?" You appear to be the only one rattled by this, because he merely looks down at himself and shrugs.

"It's just animal blood." He says, stepping closer. "You've seen it before, haven't you?"

"Doesn't matter," You immediately retreat, pointing at his face. "It's on your mouth, too." He halts his movements, frowning at you as he wipes his lips with his sleeve. Under the porch light, you see something different about him. His pupils are blown wide, almost covering up the brown in it completely. It unsettles you, because despite having seen Junmyeon in his wolf form, he feels more like an animal this way than ever. He looks... savage.

He wrinkles his nose at you because you're sending off some bad vibes, and you immediately feel bad for thinking that about him. You should know by now that Junmyeon will forever be part animal; it's in his blood. There's nothing wrong with him for that.

Sensing your change in attitude, he starts smiling at you again. "I can hug you because it doesn't matter, right?" He asks, taking another step.

“It does on account of you being covered in blood. And wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.” You roll your eyes when he begins to tip toe in your direction playfully. You hold your hand out to stop him, and thankfully, he does. "Shower first, hug next." You tell him, and though he pouts, he obeys and heads inside his home.

You didn't notice Yesung smiling at you until he clears his throat. "You handled that better than I thought you would." He admits, and you try to hide the swell of pride that rises in your chest. "I could tell you were conflicted at first, but you came to terms with it." He states, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I'm beginning to like you as his mate."

This catches you off guard, and you blink at him in surprise. "You mean you didn't like me before?" You ask him, and he chuckles at your reaction. Why he thinks everything that comes out of your mouth is a joke is beyond you.

"Of course I didn't," He says, "And before you bombard me with more questions, think about it." He asks of you. "My close friend brings his daughter into my home and suddenly my son is having trouble keeping his hormones in check. The next thing I know, he's telling me that this human girl, who is reckless, selfish, borderline rude, and most of all ignorant to our lifestyle," He ignores the glares you shoot at him and continues on, still smiling, "is his mate."

"Wow, must have been quite a shocker." You say sarcastically.

"Let me add sarcastic to that list of cons," He muses. "I didn't like this girl, to say the least. Yeah, she was polite around me, but she didn't respect my village's customs, and when she finally had some knowledge of what we were, she went and scared my poor son half to death by running away from him after he shifted." He looks away then, probably reliving the memory. "I told him it was too early, but he was so set on getting you to understand." He grumbles. "Anyway, after that, she was decent because she tried to learn more. She was still ignorant to a lot, but she wasn't just some city girl anymore."

As he tells his story, you feel yourself listening intently. You've never heard his thoughts on your relationship with Junmyeon before and right now you're learning a lot.

"Now I see how much she's grown, how much she cares for my son, and how much she's willing to give up for him," He finishes lightly, the calm smile returning to his face. "Of course, that doesn't mean things won't change, especially in the near future, but as of right now, I like you a little more." He winks.

"What do you mean things might change--"

"I'm done!"

"AHHH!"

You're cut off by your boyfriend jumping on your back from behind and you both nearly fall over at the impact. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and gives your cheek a lingering kiss before laughing at your shocked form. "Got you." He says, eyes wrinkled happily.

"Prey time is over, Myeon." You mumble in embarrassment. His sudden burst of affection completely blew your question for his dad out of your mind. He wasn't normally this energetic! "Now that you pups are done hunting, can I finally get my beauty sleep? I'm so tired." You yawn, wanting to turn the attention away from you and somewhere else.

"Hey, I'm a grown man now, you can't call me a pup." Junmyeon frowns teasingly. At that, Yesung pretends to gag and goes inside, excusing himself ("I don't want to hear any more of this").

"Does it hurt your pride?" You coo, pulling away to face him. He's still frowning, so you poke his nose and laugh. "I can't help it when you act like a puppy, Myeonnie. Maybe act like a man and I'll treat you like one." You don't realize your words would affect him so much, or be taken the wrong way, so when he gasps and stumbles backwards, you widen your eyes in surprise. "Hey, are you okay?" You reach for him but he moves you back gently.

"Not now," He says hastily, red-faced. "Let's go to sleep." Worriedly, you nod and follow him back inside the house. His dad doesn't acknowledge your guys' presence, paying too much attention to the novel he's reading on the couch. When you're both up the stairs, it hits you.

His scent hits you like a train.

"The hell..?" You mumble, stopping and covering your nose. Junmyeon stops, too, glancing at you bashfully. "Is that you?" And the question is all too familiar to him. He's the only pine and rain smell you love. "Why are you..?"

"I'm sorry," He apologizes hastily, shaking his head one too many times. You didn't notice the smell before because of his shower. Whatever shampoo or body wash he was using was masking it, but in the house, without the wind, it fills your body and clogs your senses, making you dizzy. It's stronger than it's ever been before, and you stare at him with wide, confused eyes as he stares back. "The run was supposed to end it, but, I don't know what's happening." You see his eyes grow wet before he says, "I think something's wrong with me," and he runs into his bedroom.

"Junmyeon..!" You say frightfully, heading to his door to follow him, but he closes it on you. "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine in the morning! Just sleep." He tells you through it. You really don't think he's okay, but there's nothing you can do if he won't let you, so you go to your room and shut the door, crawling back into bed feeling restless and irritable once more, but for a different reason.

You were fretting over Junmyeon's state of mind so much that you didn't realize how horny you had gotten. What the hell, you think to yourself. How did this happen? What triggered this change in atmosphere?

The rest of the night you spend tossing and turning, standing up and lying down, until finally, around 4:00 AM, Junmyeon's dad knocks on your door with his nose held shut by a clothes pin and suggests that you go home for the night. You don't fight him on it, knowing he'd have more knowledge than you're comfortable with about whatever's going on in your body, and since you had packed your things up earlier, you make a swift leave to the comfort of your house. There, you finally get some sleep.

(Present time...)

"So in lamens terms, mating season is when we get super horny and have babies." You deadpan, much to Junmyeon's discomfort two days later. You finally got to see him, since his dad had strictly banned you anywhere from three yards of their home with no explanation.

"You don't have to word it like that..." He murmurs, blushing a deep red and looking away shyly. "It's supposed to be intimate and romantic and unifying, not wild and full of lust." He tells you.

"It didn't feel very romantic and unifying a few nights ago," You point out. "Everything I felt then felt completely wild and full of lust." You say, using his words in quotations.

"Well, that was because..." He shakes his head, turning red again. "I was in heat. Again, because of you." He confesses, but this confuses you.

"I thought you said you could handle being in heat around me, though?" You quip, tilting your head.

"I thought so, but it was never that intense before." He admits. "I was... a unique case then. My dad said he's never seen it before." That didn't mean much to you, but you know it means a lot to Junmyeon because he looks at you with wide eyes as he continues. "Dad threatened to throw me in the ocean, did you know?" He asks you. "He said it might give me a salty smell and ruin any scent I might make." You begin to laugh, and he looks bashful. "Then I told him that you smell like the ocean, and he just left me by myself after that."

"God, you're cheesy." You cringe, giggling at him. "But I still don't quite understand how you were a unique case?" He sits there quietly for a moment, pondering something, and for a moment you think that this is going to be another thing that the werewolves would leave you out on.

But he asks you, "Remember back in December, when I told you you jump-started mating season?" When you nod, he keeps going. "Thing is, mating season is supposed to last a month, at most. Mine didn't go away in January, though." He shrugs, leaning slowly to the side until he's leaning on the arm rest of his couch. "Or February, or March, or the beginning of April."

"That doesn't sound right." You comment, and he nods.

"That's why I thought something was wrong with me." He confesses, bringing up what he said a while back. "I thought it would never end. I was scared that I'd be forever horny, forever unsatisfied until I got what my body wanted." He tells you honestly, and you appreciate it. Surprisingly, it doesn't make you uncomfortable like you thought it would. "But, my dad brought a werewolf in from another village and she did some spell thing on me. I was asleep the entire time, but whatever she did, it ended it." He concludes, looking at you for a reaction.

You genuinely don't know what to say first, though. Along with the new information about werewolves and mating season, you're also taking in Junmyeon's worries and fears about himself. "So it's over now?" You ask dumbly, and he nods. "You're..." You start, looking down at your hands. "A lot stronger than I am, Junmyeon." You admit to him, and you feel him listening to your every word. It makes you shy, and your face gets hot, but you continue. "I still feel bad for shouting at you in Heechul's car. It was completely uncalled for on my part--"

"I told you to forget about that." He cuts you off. You look up at him. Junmyeon doesn't cut you off unless he's serious about something. "I don't want you feeling bad about something in the past. We've moved past it." He tells you, shifting so that he's leaning against you instead of the armrest.

"I know, but... how can I not when you show so much self control during your heat, and I can barely handle myself when you tease me?" You flush, covering your face, mortified at yourself for saying it out loud.

And Junmyeon laughs at you.

The prick laughs.

"_____, I'm not stronger than you at all." He tells you, grabbing your wrists and shaking you lightly. "Look at me, babe," He says softly, smiling. When you do, his smile broadens. "All those times I pulled away from you, I almost didn't." He says truthfully. "You have a different, maybe meaner, way of going about it," He chuckles, "But I'm just as bad, if you ask me."

"Whatever," You say shyly, rolling your eyes at his mushiness and looking away.

"Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something related to this." He begins quietly. "I've been wanting to for a while, but I was too nervous about what you'd say." He confesses.

"You still sound nervous." You point out.

"I am." He agrees.

There's a pregnant silence, and then he interlaces your hand in his, before bringing it up and kissing your fingers. "I love you more than anything in this life, _____." He whispers. "And... you just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, but I have to ask now or else I might go crazy with fear." You weren't sure where this conversation was going, but when he says "fear", it makes you nervous. Why would he be scared? What is so pressing that he has to talk about it? "Do you know how old my dad is?" He says out of the blue.

"Um," You stammer, unsure of how this relates. "No, but he looks in his late thirties, early forties." You tell him.

Junmyeon nods, "That's what he's supposed to look like." He says. "But no, my dad is almost two hundred years old." You don't mean to, but your jaw drops before you can stop it.

"What? No way!" You exclaim. "He looks my dad's age!" You utter in amazement. "He needs to show me whatever face cream he uses to look that young." You laugh, and though Junmyeon smiles at your comment, he doesn't get off topic.

"He doesn't use any products," He says, "That's how werewolves age. By the time your dad is my dad's age, if he even gets that old, my dad will probably look in his mid-fifties." And, these words hit you somewhere deep inside, because you finally understand what he's trying to tell you.

"So, in other words, I'll be an old lady one day and you'll still look young." You say quietly. Saying it out loud is more shocking than thinking it, and you feel your throat tighten anxiously as you look him in the eye. "You'll still like me if I'm wrinkly, won't you?" You ask him insecurely, and he chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head at himself and pulling you against him.

"I'll love you until the day I die, and even after I will still think you are the most beautiful woman I've ever layed eyes upon." He romanticizes. "But... there's a way you won't have to worry about our lifespans." He adds unsurely, maintaining eye contact. "A ritual, to be exact."

And, in the few seconds of silence you share, you're suddenly hit with the memory of your dad talking to one of the villagers, in the week you first moved to this place.

"You know, there's a rumor that this village is cursed." They said. "If you wander off on that side of the forest, you'll get stolen by a wolf and be turned into one yourself."

"Heh," You breathe in disbelief. "I-I don't compute, Myeon." You say, thinking he must mean something else. "Surely you don't mean I become a werewolf, do you?"

"Does the idea scare you?" He questions, and you swallow thickly before shaking your head.

"It's just... change." You confess, looking out the window and into the forest. It feels like yesterday that you first entered it to prank your neighbors. "I made fun of the villagers for believing in that, you know?" You ask him, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah, your dad told my dad, and my dad told me, because he didn't want me associating with a," He bends his fingers into quotation marks, "Reckless, selfish, borderline rude, and most of all ignorant girl."

"Your dad literally told me this the other night." You scoff, remembering the moment. "He was throwing insult after insult at me," You complain.

"But he likes you now." Junmyeon counters.

"He told me that, too." You nod. You hadn't meant to change the subject, so, apologetically, you bring it back on course. "But... how could I possibly become a werewolf?" You ask, unable to imagine a method other than being born one.

"It's like what vampires do," Junmyeon explains. "Except, I don't drink your blood, you drink mine."

"What does all this have to do with you being in heat, again?" You say, since Junmyeon tied it to mating season primarily.

"In order for the ritual to happen, it needs to be during our mating season because... well, we need to consummate." Junmyeon fidgets, getting nervous again and playing with your fingers. "But if you become a werewolf, then we can grow old together, at the same time." He promises, squeezing your hand gently. "I can't imagine anything more perfect than living my entire life with you, _____. Don't you feel the same?"

Junmyeon knows you do, he feels your emotions exuding from your form, and this close, he can smell it, too, mixed in with your ocean and fruit scent. "I do," You breathe in, not believing you're saying this, "When did you want to go through with this?"

"Whenever you're ready, if you ever are." Junmyeon replies, and the way he smiles, you know he means it whole-heartedly. He doesn't want to force you into anything you don't want to do, even though he aches for it. "We can do it next mating season, the one after, or never. It all depends on you."

"Ughhhh," You groan, covering your face again stressfully. "So much to think about, Myeon. Thanks for dropping the bombshell on me." You joke, but you kind of mean it. "When's next mating season?" You ask him, holding your breath.

"Mine is normally in March." He nudges your shoulder with his. "This year's case was weird, though. As long as it doesn't happen again, it should be then." You nod silently, thinking about this hard. Why were you so hesitant? You obviously want this as much as he does, but something is holding you back. Maybe it's because of how you viewed the werewolves initially. Even after Junmyeon shifted for you, it took a while for you to get used to the idea that your boyfriend was half wolf. Your little sister didn't even know about all this, because your dad wanted to keep her ignorance as much as possible. Is that what you were afraid of? That she'd look at you differently if you changed?

"You don't have to decide right now, love," Junmyeon tells you, sensing your chaotic mind. He reaches up with his free hand and moves your hair out of your face carefully, like you were glass. "We have time ahead of us. Take as long as you need to think about it." He says, kissing your temple sweetly.

"I'm sorry," You apologize, wishing you could give him an immediate answer. He understands, though, and he knows you know that, so he doesn't have to say it. "I'll give you an answer tonight."

"Don't force yourself." He warns, but you shake your head at him.

"No, I just need to find something out beforehand. There's only one thing holding me back from doing this with you." You tell him, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Is it your family?" He questions, knowing you too well.

"Yeah." You murmur.

"I already talked to your dad about it." Junmyeon says reassuringly, running his thumb over your knuckles. "He said he's fine with it as long as you are."

"My dad did?" You ask him in disbelief. "I'm shocked."

"I was, too." Junmyeon concurs, smirking a little. "Until I found out my dad talked to him about it before I did."

"Your dad did?" You gape, even more surprised than before. "How come everyone seems to know about things before I do?" You cross your arms, pulling your hand away from his and frowning. "That has to change. I hate being in the dark."

"I didn't know about half this stuff until a few months ago, _____. You're not the only one." When you look at him doubtfully, he elaborates. "The tribe takes its time teaching the younger members, in case they decide to go rogue or disband." Junmyeon explains. "I immediately asked your dad about it after my dad told me it was a thing, only to find out they already had the conversation."

"What about my sister?" You ask, but already suspect the answer is no. "Does she know yet?"

"I don't think so, unless you or your dad told her." Junmyeon muses.

"So, no." You conclude, sighing. "I want to talk to her about it first." You glance up at him, "Is that okay?" Your wolf boy smiles at you before leaning down to give you a short but sweet kiss. Junmyeon didn't expect this conversation to go so well, not even in his wildest dreams. He was practically gushing happy vibes at you, making you grin just as much as he was.

"Of course it is." He replies elatedly.

"Can I come in?" You knock on your little sister's door at home, knowing she was in there because your dad told you so.

"Sure," You hear her call, and you enter, only to stop in the doorway in surprise. A boy sat next to her on the floor, where they were on their phones and what looks like sharing a bag of chips. He looks up at you, looks at your sister, then tells her he should be heading home before excusing himself and awkwardly leaving the room without looking at you again.

"Who was that?" You ask her curiously after shutting the door behind him.

"Speaking of you not talking to me enough since we moved here," She changes the subject, putting down her phone and patting the spot next to her. "Why the sudden attention? Or do you just need to ask me for help with your boyfriend?" She was obviously trying to make you feel guilty, and it was working.

"I'm sorry," You tell her sincerely, leaning against the door instead of going over. You feel like she's right. You have been spending all your free time with Junmyeon, instead of with her. In the city, you at least planned out days where you'd hang out, just the two of you. Nowadays, it's been Junmyeon, Junmyeon, and Junmyeon again. "And you didn't answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine, either." She raises an eyebrow at you testily. After a short, tense silence, she pats the spot next to her again. "Well don't be a stranger." She says. "Sit down already."

"Right." You pad over beside her before taking the spot the boy was sitting in, watching her closely. She looks at you just as intensely, before picking up her phone again.

"His name is Sehun." She says. "He's my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" You reiterate, horrified. She's just a baby in your eyes! How can she possibly have a romantic partner? Then again... you had your first boyfriend around her age. Thank goodness that never worked out. "Since when?" You ask her, trying to be a good, engaged sister.

"Around the same time you started dating yours, a little after, though." She tells you, scrolling through her social media and liking a few posts before continuing. "There are only so many teenagers in this village, we were bound to meet eventually. When we did, we hit it off really well."

"How come I never heard about this?" You laugh, happy for her but surprised as well.

"You didn't tell me when you got a boyfriend." She wrinkles her nose, looking at you in offense. "I found out through dad."

"Oh.." You look away from her eyes, unable to look at her without feeling bad. "About that, I actually did want to talk to you about him..."

"Go ahead, hit me. I'm sure nothing will shock me." She gasps suddenly, "Wait, don't tell me you're already pregnant." Before you can defend yourself and say that's not the case, she starts smacking your arm in disgust. "Nasty!" She exclaims, "Where'd my sister go? Bring her back!" She demands.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm not pregnant, would you stop?" You grab her wrists, forcing her to stop and listen. Blushing, she pulls her arms back and goes back to her phone like nothing happened.

"I didn't really think so." She tells you. "I just wanted to hit you because I was mad it took you so long to come and talk to me."

"Of course it was that." You sigh, rubbing your shoulder. When did she get so strong?

"So tell me whatever you wanted to, I'm listening for reals this time." She says, and for the first time, you think that maybe this isn't the right idea. Maybe your dad is right in thinking that her innocence should be preserved. But, you need to know how she feels about the topic in order to give Junmyeon your answer.

"My boyfriend is a werewolf." You finally confess.

"Okay." She replies.

"Huh?"

She looks at you when she feels you gawking at her. "I said, 'okay.'" She repeats, looking annoyed that you didn't hear her the first time.

"I know, I mean, that's it?" You ask her. "Where's the 'you're crazy' or 'are you kidding me?'"

"I believe you, though." She says. "My boyfriend's a werewolf, too." This time, she looks at you for a reaction, and you darn well give her one.

"Did I hear you right?" You laugh in disbelief. "That kid who walked by me is a werewolf?" She nods, and you wonder just how many of the villagers here were part of this tribe. "Well, I wanted to know how you felt about having a sibling who was a werewolf." Her eyes light up excitedly at this.

"Are you getting married to Junmyeon? Will he be my brother-in-law?" She wonders, and you flush at her accusation, though her enthusiasm for a future marriage makes you happy.

"I meant, how would you feel if I was a werewolf, too?" This makes her pause.

"Do you mean...?" She mumbles, setting her phone down again. "Are you doing the Conversion Ritual?" Damn, you didn't even know the thing had a name.

"How do you know so much about everything?" You ask her, before remembering she had a werewolf boyfriend of her own. "Has Sehun been telling you about these things?" Then, an idea hits you. "Are you two mates?"

The word makes a deep red creep into her cheeks, and she lets out an embarrassed breath of air before looking at her lap shyly. "We think so." She admits. "But he said his parents never talk about what it's like to have a mate, only that he'd know when he found his." She looks at you with helpless eyes, and you know she's in love with this boy. "He said he thinks it's me."

"How lucky is it that both of our mates were in this village?" You ask her, grinning and hugging her joyously. You're happy that, even though you're really late, you get to talk to your sister openly about this kind of thing with her feeling open to everything. "Does Dad know you're dating him?" You ask, realizing that he still thinks she's clueless to the existence of werewolves.

"No," She shakes her head, looking nervous about it. "I tell him we're just friends."

"Like he believes that." You deadpan. "Dad's not dumb."

"Well, he hasn't called me out on it, then, so I'm safe." She rolls her eyes. "And to answer your question, no, I have no problem with you becoming a werewolf. I don't even know why you felt the need to ask me about it." She tells you honestly. "Sehun said that's what most human mates do to live longer with their partner anyway, and," She pauses, blushing, "That's what I was gonna do when I got older."

"Oh, ew," You pretend to gag, not wanting to imagine your little, pure, supposed-to-be-innocent sister doing inappropriate things with a boy you just learned about. "Okay, that's enough talk about this ritual thing." You say when she laughs, but smile at her anyway. "I'm happy you're fine with it, though." You tell her, leaning your head back on her bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"When are you doing it?" She quips, her eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.

"Next March, probably." You tell her, flushing at the idea of Junmyeon and you getting so intimate. So far, the only things you two have done is cuddle and kiss. The farthest you two have gone together is you accidentally playing with his nipples (another story for another time).

You tilt your head to the side to look at your sister. "Do you know what he told me?" You ask her.

"What?" She scoots closer, a smile growing on her face to match the one on yours.

"He said, 'I can't imagine anything more perfect than living my entire life with you, _____.'" You squeal, being the girliest you've ever been in your life. It makes you both giggle, because you both know it's out of character for you.

"He sounds cringy." Your sister laughs.

"He is sometimes, but I love it." You laugh back.

(10 months later...)

"You know we don't have to do this yet, right?" Junmyeon asks you for the nth time, even though you're already at the river. "We can wait until next mating season, or the next, or maybe a few years down the road if you want--"

"Myeon," You interrupt him, hugging his waist tightly and laying your head on his chest. "I want this today. We've been waiting so long for this."

"I know," He says, hugging you back. "But I want to make sure you're sure--" He had led you through the forest, explaining how you both needed to cross the river and keep going a few miles through the next forest until you reached a clearing, hidden by a canopy of leaves. He said that is where the Conversion Ritual took place, for all the nearby packs, because it's secluded, private, and right in the middle of nature.

"I'm sure." You cut him off again, smiling up at him. And, finally, he lets himself believe you. He leans forward slightly to kiss you, but you move back. "Not yet," You warn him. "If you kiss me now, I won't be able to help myself." This makes him chuckle, but he nods in agreement and you two finish setting up the row boat before climbing into it.

You had left around noon, and by the time you crossed the river to the other side, it was mid-afternoon. You'd gotten a great deal of experience in traveling through trees since you started dating Junmyeon, but this trek was making you tired. Junmyeon promised you two were almost there around 6:00 PM, and you finally arrived half an hour after that.

Junmyeon's hand is in yours as he leads you through a thicket of thrush, and then you enter the prettiest place you've ever seen in your life. When he said "clearing", he didn't explain how wordlessly beautiful it was. The trees indeed were tall enough to make a canopy over the top, giving the area a perfect amount of shade and shelter. There was lush green grass on one side and a pool of water on the other. Junmyeon led you to the rocks beside the water, sitting down and waiting for you to do the same.

"First," He instructs when you're squatting by his side. "We wash our faces, to wash away our pasts and prepare for a new future together." He says, cupping some water into his hand and splashing it onto his face. You do the same, following his every move. "Then, we make an oath, to promise each other that we will faithfully be with one another until the day we die." This entire time, you can feel how Junmyeon feels more strongly than ever before. He's not overwhelming you with joy or excitement, though. He's giving off a steady wave of contentment. He's content being here with you. It's all he's ever wanted.

"How do we do that?" You ask quietly, feeling ignorant and shy all of a sudden.

"We just feel it." He says, and when he does, you do. You feel him feel it, too. "And then you choose a spot where you're most comfortable." He shrugs when he's satisfied with feeling. "I brought some blankets if you want those."

"Please," You laugh, not exactly being a full child of nature yet. On the grassy area, Junmyeon flattens out the cotton sheets and beckons you over. Your heart is racing, thinking this is finally it, but when he takes your hand he simply pulls you in for a hug. You hug him back silently, not saying anything out of confusion, when he chuckles.

"What are you waiting for?" Based on the facial expression he's making, you know he's being serious. Your face heats up because you're ashamed you were only thinking about doing the deed when he was obviously not.

"I just.. I thought we came here to--" You stammer, and Junmyeon starts laughing super hard, barely able to keep his grip on you as he throws his head back. "Myeon..!" You exclaim in embarrassment, burying your face in his shirt to hide your reddening face. He's still chuckling when you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

"_____, what kind of guy do you think I am?" He asks you, running his fingers through your locks gently. His hand is so warm and comforting on your head, but your heart still beat erratically. The thought was already in your head, and it wasn't going to leave it any time soon. "_____..." Junmyeon's voice is soft, his breathe fanning over your hair lightly. "I won't do anything until we're ready for this. We can even leave tonight and come back another time if we're not up for it."

For the most part you're content with just being with him like this; existing in a secluded space, entangled in each other's arms... but a small part of you is burning with a fire deep in your core, growing steadily stronger the longer you inhale his scent. "I'm up for it." You tell him surely, but don't need to. He can smell it on you, the lust you're feeling, and it's making his hair stand on end. Finally, you pull your head back to look at him, your eyes half lidded and your lips parted slightly. "Junmyeon..." You murmur, and he smiles softly at you, pecking your forehead sweetly before kissing your lips.

"Okay," He whispers, carefully leaning forwards until you're on your back. The blanket he brought is malleable on the grass, your form sinking into it and imprinting. "Okay," He repeats, his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt. He pauses there, staring at his hands quietly and you blink up at him, waiting.

"Okay?" You ask him, the edge of your mouth twitching upwards in a shy giggle. Junmyeon returns a breathtaking smile, cupping your cheek and leaning down slowly to meet your lips.

"Okay."

"Do you really have to ask me that the moment we wake? It's a mood-breaker." Junmyeon rolls his eyes dramatically, exhaling briskly.

"Sorry!! It just popped in my mind and I'll forever be anxious until I know for sure." You whine, shaking his bare shoulders worriedly.

"Orrrrrr you could wait it out and get your answer that way." He sniggers, his nose scrunching up with his grin.

"No," You complain, smiling despite yourself. His good mood is so contagious. "Please, just tell me if I'll get impregnated or not, I don't want to go home and tell my dad he'll be a grandpa in a year." You say, biting your bottom lip when your mate finally meets your eyes.

"Don't worry," Junmyeon says, lifting his hand to pet your hair. You snuggle up to him under the spare sheet he pulled out last night when the moon was high above the canopies. "It doesn't happen the first time. Pups come later."

"Pups?" Of course, why did the word surprise you? You are a werewolf now, just like your werewolf boyfriend. Junmyeon smiles endearingly at your reaction and makes a wave of warmth spread through your body. "I do want them." You blurt, and Junmyeon waits curiously for you to continue. "I do want pups with you, just not now." You say, not sure if he was worried about it or not.

"Me too." He agrees, puckering his lips cutely. You giggle at it and kiss them, before he suddenly bear hugs you and sits up. "Myeon?!" You yelp, startled by his action.

"I love you." He tells you lightly, kissing you again. "I can never tell you enough." You hate how you were never one to express your emotions like he does (really mushy), but you hope you'll be able to learn how to the longer you spend time together. Since you're part wolf now, time is on your side. At the moment though, you settle on getting flustered and blushing.

"You goof." You mutter, leaning your forehead against his.

(The End.)

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A/N: Thank you guys for supporting this short story so much, I really enjoyed creating a world like this, since it's not a genre I normally write for (werewolf, I mean). I just had to write this (despite me not supposed to be writing because it strains my fracture but heheheh whatever). <3 I hope you enjoyed!

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