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The Messenger (2)

RW Repurposed: Messenger (2)

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Zen is slowly learning how to interact with one of the many scavenger tribes within Chasing Wind's facility ground, being one of the most advanced Scavenger tribes, they are more open-minded and welcoming. However, will Zen be as lucky as the other less advanced tribes?

We'll have to see~

QNA for the blog is still open! You can ask the characters that are present in the comics as well!

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Suddenly house husband Repurposed CW @revolvius / @rw-repurposed

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Skyglider and Repurposed Chasing Wind

The two of them finally meet.

If only they know what would happen next...

Skyglider is by me Repurposed Chasing Wind's design is by me.

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Ah shit, here we go again...

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A Plausible Link (babygurl)- @toxictoxicities

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A piece for my dearest pookie and bbg @revolvius xoxo kisses making out with you DLL style <3

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Summary: Teddy is a former thrall turned vampire hunter. After a decade of chasing her revenge, she gets wind of a group of Hunters keeping an all-too-familiar monster in their custody. Now finally, after ten years waiting, maybe she'll finally get some answers.

And much needed payback.

Pt 2 | Vampire Hunter AU

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, non-graphic mentions of torture, violence, imprisonment, starvation, dehumanization, 'it' as a pronoun (only used by one character), referenced past captivity and enthrallment

Teddy left Will to watch the truck while she made the journey into the compound alone to pick up the vampire. He seemed to understand, and didn’t argue or ask why. Just turned up the radio, and leaned back the passenger’s seat to nap until she showed back up to drive them home.

The Hunter Teddy had talked with on the phone—Brooks—led her on a meandering path through the repurposed factory. Past living and dining areas where many Hunters gathered in their off hours, and past the armory in the factory’s basement.

Down, again, to a sub basement that reeked of must and rot and worse. Long used to it, Teddy simply studied the layout, mapping her path back out to the surface, a habit ingrained after years of training in a place not that different from this one.

Brooks led them to what looked like an old walk-in industrial kiln, now fit and reinforced to work as a containment cell. The box was covered in locks and seals, both magical and mundane, layered intricately with each other in a masterful weave.

Brooks glanced over his shoulder as he worked to unlock the cage. “So uh, if you don’t mind me asking, why this one?” He shrugged, clearly asking out of boredom or mild curiosity. “We don’t get many transfer requests out here.”

“Got a score to settle with it.”

Teddy didn’t elaborate, but Brooks didn’t push. The man just nodded, clearly accepting that as answer enough. “Fair enough. Still one less leech I gotta keep tabs on.”

The final lock released with a dull clack, and the Hunter trailed a hand over the wards. They shimmered, pulsing a deep crimson before fading again. Reaching for the handle, Brooks paused long enough to glance at Teddy.

“It shouldn’t give you much trouble, long as you keep it restrained. It’s been here long enough it knows how this shit works by now. We’ve mostly been using it for training and educating new recruits. Put up a hell of a fight when we first processed it though.” Brooks shot Teddy a conspiratorial grin. “I mean, damn. Should’ve seen that motherfucker in the first couple weeks. Had the whole crew taking bets on how long it’d take to finally break it.”

Teddy’s face stayed emotionless, though her eyes flicked to meet the Hunter’s. “How long did it take?”

“Four months, one week, and three days is when Nadia officially called it but—” Shrugging, Brooks gave the door handle a firm yank. The heavy metal groaned, a deep metallic wail like a thing in pain, and swung open to reveal a box of pale firebrick. The creature lay chained on the floor inside. “—between you and me, I don’t think it has yet. You can see it in its eyes. The way it looks at you sometimes.” He shook his head. “Nah. Might be too weak to fight, and smart enough to mind its manners, but there’s a spark of something still in there. Don’t give that motherfucker an inch, unless you’re prepared for it to take it.”

Teddy stayed quiet long enough the Hunter just shrugged again and led them into the tiny room. He strolled inside, aiming a heavy kick at the creature lying curled up on the floor. The vampire grunted, chains rattling with the impact.

“Alright leech, up. You got a visitor.”

Slowly, the vampire moved to comply, pushing himself stiffly up and settling into a kneeling position, bound hands resting on his thighs. He didn’t look up or move beyond the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed air Teddy knew for a fact he didn’t need.

Inclining his head, Brooks stepped aside to let Teddy take the floor.

She’d waited for this moment for over ten years. Before she’d even known she was waiting for it, before she’d been able to hope this kind of reversal could be possible for a vampire’s thrall.

Now that she was here, standing in the room with one of her former masters—one of the keystone pillars of Jericho’s coven, his bloody right hand, his former lover, one of only a handful left that had still been unaccounted for, and the only one left alive who could tell her what she wanted to know.

Teddy still couldn’t believe it was real.

This was a victory. Retribution a decade in the making. Closure.

She drew in a breath. Then stepped forward, heavy black boots thudding hollowly on the bricks. The vampire stayed quiet as she approached, kneeling and hunched forward like just keeping himself upright was a monumental effort. He stared at the filthy floor in front of his knees without acknowledging either of the two humans in the room.

If she hadn’t gotten confirmation of his identity beforehand, Teddy wasn’t sure she would’ve recognized him. Naked, emaciated, filthy, muzzled, bound in iron manacles and so covered in marks of abuse it was a challenge to find an untouched patch of skin. Even the color of his hair was impossible to judge from the matted, shoulder length mess it’d become.

Teddy held her breath. Silence followed. The kind of heavy, pressing quiet, like watching lightning flicker on the horizon before hearing the thunder. A static charge to the air.

She let out the breath in a rush, heart hammering in her chest. Desperate. Frantic. Hopeful.

Furious.

“Mal.” His name dropped from her lips like a condemnation, and that got his attention. He slowly lifted his head, meeting her gaze through a tangled curtain of hair with wary confusion. “Today’s your lucky day, bloodsucker. You’re coming home with me.”

AN: So this is apparently the second time I independently had more or less the same idea. Teddy (and Will) end up in a kind of antagonist role with Mal, and the story progresses as a back and forth between both these povs as they navigate this reversal, and all deal with the messy consequences of the choices they've made and the lives they lived.

If you really want to boil it down to basic tropes I suppose it'd be whumper turned whumpee?

I'm pretty happy with the direction this one is going, I am pondering continuing it. The next 'chapter' would be Mal's pov, so probably much heavier on the whump than this one lol.

Edit: added links to header since this is now an official series

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this is for the lovely cece! (@shuatm) surprise i'm sh(elle), hence the 🐚 emoji for when i was messaging you as your secret santa <3 i hope you really enjoy this fic! i really liked the mistle-foe game you played with your friends so i repurposed it in a way to fit the fic! and aside from the fic, i hope your christmas and holiday season has been lovely so far and you have great energy coming into the new year

and thank you to my friends in the @k-labels server who worked alongside me for the past days while i was getting this done! shout out to davin (@renhaissance), soul (@l-luvr), kana (@luvhyun3), freya (@angelwoozi), and zoe (@badwithten) who were all there at some point while i was writing this so thank you for playing a huge role in me finishing this fic!

pairing: high school!joshua x fem!reader; academic rival!joshua wc: ~5k genre: fluff ; some swearing, but no trigger warnings

The second you feel an icy, dripping sensation down the back of your neck, it’s over for him. You whip your head around and scrunch your nose, balling your fists to edge the urge to scream. “I’ll kill you, Joshua Hong!”

“You can’t kill me, I’m half your grade!” He yells behind his back as he starts tripping over his feet before Joshua goes into a full sprint—as much as he can run with snow on the ground.

With your scarf thrown around your neck, it coasts on the wind behind you as you start to run after Joshua, weaving through the crowd of students waiting for their rides home at the end of the school day. You yell out warnings to passersby, more so for yourself so you don’t jinx anything and fall flat on your face.

You know you’ve caught up to his figure when you grip a hand on the shoulder of his black puffer. “Gotcha!”

…And that’s not the face you were looking for when you are met with the soft face of Jeonghan, one of your classmates. “Sorry, Hannie, you weren’t the person I was looking for. But I’ll see you later!”

Your eyes squint as you see Joshua’s face beyond the scope of Jeonghan and before he can accept your apology, you’re already moving forward with fire in your eyes. The satisfying crunch of fallen snow can’t be more satisfying than the punch you’ll throw toward Joshua’s chest in a few seconds—

“Wait a minute, (Y/N)!” Joshua’s desperate voice is accompanied by his open palms protecting his chest. Your lips purse toward one side of your face as you hold yourself back from moving. Any closer and you’d be in his face. “You can’t kill me because one, our final project is still not done and I’m literally half your grade, and two, we have to get going—everyone’s waiting for us to draw the names for Secret Santa.”

With a roll of your eyes, you let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. You’re spared,” and with a sailing fist to his bicep, “for now.”

“(Y/N), ow. That actually hurt.” Joshua pouts, but he still leads the way toward Seungcheol’s house, the location of the Secret Santa drawing and exchange for the past four years. Now that you’re all seniors, you’re sure the burning thought on everyone’s minds is where the future will take you all. But the thought of the future can’t overshadow what’s in front of you, and what’s in front of you is Joshua Hong, the guy you’ve been chasing after in each class since freshman year.

His tongue-in-cheek bickering has accompanied each assignment you’ve had, and when you get even a point lower on a test, your blood boils in your chest when his condescending voice sings, “Maybe you can do better next time, I’ll teach you if you want.” 

How you ended up being in the same friend group as your academic rival was lost on you, yet your dynamic with Joshua has never changed throughout the years. 

“You had to be nice to each other at least once, right? Like maybe when we first formed the friend group?” Seungkwan reasoned when he brought it up to you earlier in the semester. Everyone was there except Joshua, who had soccer practice. “Joshua’s one of the nicest people I know too!”

“To everyone except me! Believe me,” you scoff at Seungkwan’s frown. “I’ve tried to be nice to him, but sometimes he’s just so insufferable,” you argue on your lonely island of one. From the corner of your eye, you could see Mingyu and Wonwoo share a look, and you huff. “I’m being serious! Like no way someone is just their mama’s boy who always goes to church is so nice all the time.”

“Sounds like you’re projecting,” Vernon chides as one of his eyebrows lifts up. “We’ve been friends all this time, and you still can't get along with him. Have you even tried to put in any effort?” 

So maybe you've put in a good 5 percent of effort to be nice before you start being catty, but it's also on Joshua to be nice to you too! Like he’s being right now as he lets you go ahead of him when you approach Seungcheol’s door. 

You tiptoe in, but there’s no use when Seungcheol yells, “Finally! We’ve been waiting for too long.” He emerges from the other room and his eyes almost bug out of his head when he sees the sight ahead of him. With a low whistle, there’s a smirk on his face that you want to get rid of. “Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas, am I right? Can’t believe I’m seeing a Christmas miracle.”

“Fuck off, Cheol.” Jabbing your thumb in the air behind you, you explain that you weren’t planning on coming in together. “But this kid wanted to throw a snowball at the back of my neck.”

“Hey, it was just so tempting considering the first snowfall was yesterday.”

“What’s so tempting is me punching you for real.”

Joshua’s face gets increasingly closer to yours, finding a way to tick you off further. “Oh? Why don’t you do it then?” You can feel his breath on you as he taunts you.

You start walking over to where you hear the rest of your friends, but Seungcheol grips your shoulder. “Uh, uh, uh. Look up.”

You and Joshua tilt your chins up to the ceiling, green leaves tied together with a red bow taunting your whole being. 

“Mistletoe…” Joshua whispers as he dissects the leaves with his vision, as if it'll slowly dissipate the longer he looks at it.

“Like hell, I’ll kiss Joshua.” You shove Seungcheol lightly, pushing your way toward the living room where your friends’ faces lighten up at your appearance.

“(Y/N)!” Seungkwan exclaims happily. “Did you get stuck under the mistletoe? I heard a little bit of what you were saying at the door.”

“Yeah, (Y/N) didn't wanna kiss me, their loss,” Joshua says as he shrugs himself around you, tossing his backpack on the ground and joining Seungkwan and Vernon on the carpet. 

With Seungcheol following not soon after, he yells, “Mingyu, how many times have I told you not to put your feet on the coffee table?”

Mingyu puts his feet back on the ground. As Joshua, Seungkwan, and Vernon sit around the coffee table to discuss the physics test they just took, Wonwoo and Mingyu sit on one couch, and Seungcheol makes his way to sit beside Jeonghan (who somehow made it there before you and Joshua) on the other couch. 

You take the last seat near the fireplace, kicking off your shoes and curling up near the heat. You've always loved Seungcheol’s house. During the holiday season, you loved to help his mother hang stockings on the mantle and ornaments on their tree. Her highest compliment was her loving how you arranged the poinsettias on their dining table. It’s a good change of pace from what you're used to.

“Who’s ready to pick?” Seungcheol pipes up once individual conversations die down.

“I mean, it doesn’t matter because we’ll know immediately who (Y/N) has,” Joshua jokes and Vernon dabs him up for that.

You can’t help but roll your eyes and say, “Yeah, let’s just start before Joshua has anything else to say about me.”

Just like last year and the year before that, Vernon takes a beanie out of his backpack to serve as the selection bowl. Each person rips a small slip of paper from Jeonghan’s notebook and writes their name down. Again, the thoughts flood your head, wondering if next year will be anything like this when you all go down your different paths.

“Everyone put their names in the hat,” Vernon puts his arms out, and everyone reaches over to drop their paper in.

“Hey, watch it!” Seungkwan glares at Jeonghan when he feels his head jostling from a push.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Jeonghan says but still laughs heartily as he settles back into the couch before Seungkwan can launch himself to get in a punch. Even though Jeonghan is older than him, Seungkwan’s hands and feet are ready for anything, especially if it’s Dino, the youngest friend in their friend group.

Mingyu leads by pinching the fabric closed and shaking it. With his eyes closed, he opens it back up and selects a slip out of the hat, slower than ever.

“Does he know that this isn’t the Triwizard Cup?” Vernon quips, and you can’t help but laugh. Everyone else starts erupting, whether it’s in chuckles or complaints, and one of Mingyu’s eyes slowly opens.

When he figures out who he has, he nods with a smile and passes the hat to Wonwoo. It keeps going on and on until it’s Joshua’s turn.

While you hope you don’t get Joshua, you do hope that he does get you. Out of all the boys, Joshua is the most thoughtful when it comes to gift-giving. Three years ago, as freshmen, you received the best gift you’ve probably ever gotten.

“This is a huge package,” you mutter to yourself, and you glare immediately at Seungcheol before he says any “that’s what she said” jokes. As you’re removing the wrapping paper, you’re wondering what you could have done in your life (and past life) to be the recipient of such a big gift.

“You’re taking so long, (Y/N),” Jeonghan complains as you try to remove the wrapping paper all in one piece. Even the wrapping paper is beautiful with metallic gold and silver lines running along it. “You’re not even going to keep it!”“You don’t know that!” You yell back. 

He totally knows that you won’t.

As you speed up the process, you open the box and are met with a Studio Ghibli movie poster for your room, a stunning stationery set, and an Animal crossing figure for your favorite villager. You’re ready to move on and guess who gave you your present, but you notice one last small box in the corner of the package. 

When you pick it up, the suede container is so enticing, but you want to savor the moment. You lift the top off.

“(Y/N), you’re going to catch flies,” Vernon laughs.

“What is it?” Seungkwan leans over, and when his eyes catch what’s inside, he knows why you can’t help dropping your jaw.

You unconsciously rub your neck, running your finger over the gem and the initial of your first name attached to the chain. It has always been your favorite gift, even if your rival was the one who gave it to you. 

Joshua loves to act like he has everything under control, so when he pulls his slip of paper, the smile on his face never fades. There is no scrunch between his eyebrows or nose. He’s the poster boy for calm, cool, and collected.

Right after him is you and you’re determined to be just like Joshua. He passes you the hat, maintaining eye contact for probably the first time in a month before he goes back to joking with Jeonghan about your facial expressions.

You choose the slip of fate after swishing your fingers around. Before you open it, you swivel your head to check if anyone’s looking and lean back in your chair.

The folds get straightened out and your heart rate rises, by a lot, and your eyebrows pull up toward the top of your forehead, and—

There’s no way…you got Joshua? 

You’ve crossed off each day on your calendar, and today is no exception. Before you leave your bedroom, you take your red pen and cross off on December 19th, the last day of school before winter break. Underneath the number, a reminder is written about the Secret Santa exchange.

There’s no need to ask you how you feel about being Joshua’s gift-giver this season, especially given the fact that you could very well be his last one too. In the conversations that you overhear (not eavesdrop), he’s told Vernon and Jeonghan that he’s in talks with an entertainment company in his mother’s homeland. He wants to make a name for himself and try it out for a year. If it works out, he’ll keep going. If it doesn’t work out, he’ll apply to UCLA or UC Irvine just like everyone else.

What an extravagant plan for a gap year, huh?

Either way, you want to make this the best Secret Santa any of your friends have ever seen. 

Bless the soul of your teachers, who seem to want to work less than the students, and you breeze through the day with a full stomach from the holiday parties in each class period. At the end of the day, the school assembles in the auditorium for the annual senior superlative Christmas show.

Seungcheol sits on a throne as the star of the show, Santa Claus—as if he could have been anyone else. Mingyu and Wonwoo opted to be Santa’s security and stand behind him with black vests and shades, arms crossed as if they were monitoring the situation. Vernon hangs out on the edge of the stage with Jeonghan and Seungkwan, who are all gingerbread men. You’re sitting in the back of the stands, ruffling your wings when they call out the names of the angels. The one you want to laugh at is Joshua, whose been appointed as everyone’s favorite red-nosed reindeer. 

The show goes off without a hitch, and you can’t say you were surprised when your ears perked up when you hear your name called…in conjunction with Joshua’s.

“Been working since freshman year for this very moment,” Joshua quips as he slings his arm around your shoulder to pose for the photographer. This very picture will be going into the yearbook with the description “Best School Rivals.”

“I’m clearly the better one,” you roll your eyes after the flash goes off.

“In your dreams, (Y/N),” he says behind his shoulder as you both head back to your seats.

There’s not much left in the school day when the show ends with all the seniors thanking their teachers with words and gifts, so you’re ready to exchange your halo and wings for comfier clothing to go to Seungcheol’s house for Secret Santa.

“Ah, (Y/N), don’t change until after the exchange,” Jeonghan tells you as you clean out your locker for the semester.

You’re still placing books into your bag when you ask for the reason.

“We need to take pictures! We’re only seniors once,” he cites the reason for almost every single stupid thing the boys have done to excuse their actions. “If you’re ready, then we can go to Seungcheol’s together?”

You scan up and down the locker before you grab the Christmas bag at the bottom of it. You shut it afterward and say, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

When entering Seungcheol’s house, you’re careful with where you stand and with whom. You’re certain there can’t be any mistletoe above the door frame, but you never know, so you make sure that Jeonghan walks ahead of you. There’s a breath of relief you’ve never felt before until you saw there was no green bouquet taped to the wall of the front door.

Just when you think it couldn’t get more festive, there’s more baubles and ornaments on the Christmas tree, a strip of hanging lights around the mantle, and is that even more tinsel?!

“Your mom has outdone herself, as she always does,” you muse as Seungcheol brings out bowls of snacks and sets them on the living room table.

He’s still dressed in his Santa costume, somewhat, as his jacket and thick belt rest on one of the chairs. “Do you expect anything less from her?”

You pluck a piece of popcorn from the bowl and shake your head with a chuckle. “Where’s everyone else?” You ask, your eyes peering at the backpacks surrounding the coffee table. You place yours near theirs, but the gift bag stays with you.

“Changing back into their costumes because Jeonghan told Seungkwan that he wanted to take a picture and everyone already came here changed out of them.”

Classic.

One by one, the boys come back to their usual spots, adorned in the very same costumes as they wore on stage with small modifications here and there to look less dressed up.

When Joshua comes back to sit on the floor near you, you call his name. When his head turns toward you, you can’t help but tap the end of his nose. “Your nose is still so red.”

“Really?” He scrunches his face as he pulls out his phone to view his reflection in the camera app. “Fuck, I tried using Cheol’s face soap too.” He groans and shakes his head. Glancing down at the bag you’ve placed in your lap, Joshua purses his lips. “Who’s it for?”

“Tell you as soon as you tell me, Hong.” You point your chin to the box near him. “Who’s the lucky person with your gift this year?” There’s no malice in your voice.

“Someone you know well.” He chuckles at the gears turning in your head, rendering you more confused.

Now that everyone settles into their seats, Jeonghan says you all should take a picture before the gifts are revealed, and insists further when the sounds of grumbles fill his ears.

The group shuffles into positions, and you slide down to sit next to Joshua, which may have been the wrong decision because he leans over to attempt to peer into the bag.

“What the hell, Joshua,” you mutter. “I knew someone was going to try to do that so I put way too much tissue paper in here.” You press the top shut, sticking your tongue out at Joshua before it’s time to pose for the picture.

Jeonghan takes charge of the running back and forth for the timer, something everyone is beyond used to by now.

Vernon’s the first to say something when the dust of picture-taking settles. “Are we gonna start or what?” Everyone places their gifts on the coffee table, sizing up what could be theirs.

Seungcheol and Vernon go head to head with rock paper scissors. (A game that’s actually fair since the last time they tried to settle things with an arm wrestle, Vernon yelped so loud.) Vernon wins best 2 out of 3, so he searches for the tag that’s his.

“Sweet,” Vernon talks to himself as he opens the box and finds a beanie and a chain resting on top of a hoodie. “Can I guess…” He surveys his options. “Mingyu?” The guy shakes his head. “Wonwoo?”

“Yep, I got you.” Vernon walks over to give his gift giver an appreciative hug.

Seungkwan’s turn is a blur because you know you’re up next after him. All you know is that Mingyu gave him a Starbucks giftcard and a new equipment bag for his upcoming volleyball season.

“It’s (Y/N)’s turn,” Seungcheol sing-songs with a bit of a naughty grin. Your stomach drops a little bit, and then even more as you realize the very gift meant for you is the gift Joshua was holding.

Your very wish had come true.

“You really got me, Joshua?” You look to him before you pick up the gift and he nods with a smile that you usually don’t see when it comes to you. It’s in beautiful wrapping paper, just like last time. You wonder if his mom’s the one who wrapped it this time and the time three years ago because knowing that Joshua absolutely sucks at knitting does not give you the most hope.

To prevent this time around from being a repeat, you rip the paper, even though you would have loved to repurpose it in some way, shape, or form. It’s a box, similar to the one that Vernon had from Wonwoo, and you remove the top.

Your hands fly to your chest as soon as your eyes took in the sight. Pictures upon pictures pasted on top of each other, all forming to create a heart. The words on top make out the words “You’re the best, (Y/N)” and now your own heart is in your throat.

You scan the poster, recalling the memories that come with the pictures. There’s one off-guard photo that you never even knew existed from when you and Joshua actually spent time alone together and you didn’t explode somehow. It was a biting winter day just like this one and you threw freshly-fallen snow into the air, smiling as the snowflakes drifted wherever the wind took it. You’ve never seen such a natural smile and yet, here it is in this very picture.

“There’s some other things underneath the collage,” Joshua says, his voice coming out gentler than you expected.

Keychains for the people who have already committed to their colleges—Vernon’s heading to NYU, Cheol and Jeonghan are both going to Berkeley, and Wonwoo’s going to UC Irvine. (So many smart boys you’ve got in the group.) There’s one more, a keychain for Pledis Entertainment.

“It’s to remind yourself of me,” Joshua explains. “I’m not going to college yet. Or ever, depending on how this whole idol thing goes.” 

“You’ll do so good, Joshua,” you whisper because that’s as loud as you can get without your tears overflowing. You continue to move on with the gift, finding a pair of the cutest frog plush slippers, an apple pie candle, and a slip promising you that he’ll make you cold cider before the season ends.

Lastly, a sealed envelope rests at the bottom of the box and Joshua implores you not to open it in front of everyone and just wait until you’re by yourself. “Just wait until you’re home.”

The other boys ooo-and-ahh, especially Seungkwan who wants to know why. “Secret feelings maybe?”

Cheol snorts and says, “Maybe a copy of his perfect grades.”

You smile at Joshua before putting everything back into the box and placing the top back. “Thank you, Joshua.” 

The group continues with Mingyu, but your mind is still stuck on Joshua. This whole time, you’ve been shitting on him and he created you such a beautiful ensemble of presents. There’s not necessarily a pang of guilt, but more so a pang of “I’ve always seen Joshua as an academic rival, but why am I so committed to the bit?” and your eyebrows furrow at the thought.

You try to connect back as it’s now Wonwoo’s turn, but you can’t fully tune back in until it’s Joshua’s turn.

“How did we manage to have each other?” Joshua muses, concluding that the bag in your lap was for him.

He pulls out the tissue paper, commenting that you definitely put too much in here, but he finds the last piece and places it down. 

Your heart beats faster, and you can’t tell if it’s from seeing his hands dip into the gift bag, or the way his hair parts, or the sheer anxiety that you didn’t pick the right presents especially knowing he gave you amazing ones.

Regardless, nothing beats the way his smile grows wider than when he pulls out your gifts in a line. 

“Wow, this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says about a rabbit polaroid picture holder. 

“This is your favorite, isn’t it?” He asks about a book you gifted him after you reading it in class piqued his interest.

“I love this scarf!” He exclaims, the colorful fabric pulling apart as far as his wingspan will allow.

Despite only giving three things, Joshua pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hands rub up and down your arms.

When he lets go, you kind of wonder how it would have been to stay in the hug longer but your brain doesn’t stray for too long when Joshua thanks you profusely for the gifts. “These are all so thoughtful, thank you (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome, I’m glad you like them.” 

If only you could see the shock on everyone else’s faces as they watched this scene unfold, but even after Jeonghan and Seungcheol unwrap their gifts, the question bearing on your mind still bothers you.

“How did everyone else manage to get someone different, but Joshua and I got each other?” You ask, pointing to the two of you. While Vernon’s clasping his chain on and Seungkwan’s pressing his new tangerine pin next to the other three he has on his backpack, Seungcheol and Jeonghan try not to make eye contact. Mingyu and Wonwoo suddenly increase in volume.

“Hey! For real,” Joshua agrees with your question. “There’s no way this happened by chance.”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and all of a sudden, it’s so easy to make eye contact because the 6 of them look toward each other for an answer to produce.

“It was his idea,” both Seungcheol and Jeonghan say at the same time. Your mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words to say, but there are none.

“I mean, okay, it may have been my idea,” Jeonghan admits, scratching the back of his ear. “We all just kind of wanted to see you guys be nice to each other for once, instead of at each other’s throats for the rest of the year.”

Vernon adds, “Yeah, you're probably going to kill each other for the top 2 rankings, but you're friends before you guys are classmates.” He grips Joshua’s shoulder. “And dude, I know you don’t really feel that way about (Y/N). You’re only rude when you’re around her.”

“We know how you truly feel about (Y/N). You li—” Seungkwan’s eyebrows wiggle and Joshua physically lungs at him, pressing his hand to his mouth. With Vernon in the middle trying to lean back so he doesn’t get weighed down by Joshua’s body, it looks like a weird family photo.

After a moment, Joshua straightens himself and takes a deep breath in and out. His composure doesn’t dismiss the fact that his face is redder than the remaining face paint on his nose.

Mingyu jumps out of his seat, pulling on Wonwoo’s arm. “Ah, I have a phone call to take! Wonwoo has to come too.”

“I didn’t hear your ringtone go off.” Wonwoo narrows his eyes, but allows himself to be dragged away into Seungcheol’s kitchen across the house.

“Cheol, I’m hungry, do you have food?” Vernon perks up, looking at his friend. “Seungkwan’s hungry too.”

“There’s chips right there?” Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, but sighs. “Fuck it, come on. Jeonghan, I know you’re hungry too.” He herds the rest of them into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

You’re dumbfounded with the way you’re just left with these feelings that swirl around your head. “Did you know?”

“About this?” Joshua points to the gifts. “Not at all. But now that I think about it, I probably should have guessed.” He laughs and there’s a relieved look on his face when your stone face relaxes.

“Thank you for the gifts again.” You say to fill the space of silence. “Kinda sad you’re not staying here.”

“There’s still one more semester left. You can’t get rid of me just yet.” Joshua shifts to sit directly across from you. “Even though they arranged it to be this way, I’m glad I got to be your Secret Santa.”

You smile, looking down at your hands. “So what was Seungkwan talking about when he was talking about feelings?” You watch the pads of your fingers dance with one another as you wait for his response.

“Well, yeah, it’’s true that I don’t hate you. I don’t hate anyone, but well, I can’t tell if you hate me or not.”

Your face falls, finally feeling that pang of guilt. “I think I just got so caught up with being the best that I never really considered how you felt. I…” your voice trails off. “I don’t hate you, Joshua.” Your voice gets quieter and quieter. “It’s kind of the opposite, I think.”

“What?”

You groan, finally looking at him in the eye. “This is going to sound so stupid, but I think my feelings took the wheel and I was rude to you to mask how I felt about you.”

“What kind of feelings are we talking?” Joshua cocks his head, being careful with the moves he puts forward.

“Ugh, I don’t want to say it, but I like you?” Your statement comes out more as a question, but the confirmation is rock solid.

Joshua runs his hand through the locks of his hair as he tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I’ve liked you since the moment I met you, (Y/N). Freshman year, biology class.”

“No way.” You laugh in disbelief but your tone gets more serious as you continue, “You let me speak to you like that even though you liked me?” Your palm flies to your forehead, fingers clutching your hair. 

“It was kinda fun. Teasing you and all that.” Joshua chuckles. “But yeah, I’ve liked you since then and I thought maybe I could say something about it before senior year ends. That’s what’s in the envelope.”

All of a sudden, scurrying footsteps tiptoe on the floor of the living room and the only thing you see is Seungcheol violently tossing something green and running away immediately after.

It lands in Joshua’s lap. It’s a green bouquet, wrapped in a red ribbon. “Mistletoe, good one, Cheol,” Joshua yells in the direction of the kitchen with no response. “Well, if we have mistletoe, we can’t disappoint.” He shrugs as he holds the end of the mistletoe above your heads.

“I guess not,” you reply with a grin before licking your bottom lip, taking one good look at him, and at last, pressing your lips to his. 

(You know the saying, keep your friends close and your rivals closer? Thanks to this Christmas miracle, you finally believe it.)

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[azul1462]

I saw a cool Chasing Wind design and wanted to draw them with my design, but then it turned into this.

Cool CW design with the four eyes belongs to @rw-repurposed

#rain world #iterator #chasing wind #grey wind

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

85 (Struggle/Fighting Back) for anyone you deem fit!

(additional car bronach gundabad stuff! (sorry corunir you mostly got plinkod here to plinko est by extension))

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It had almost been an easy thing, shutting the door and leaving her there, with the stone and Olcrith’s body and a way out of the tower. If his chances of slipping back into the ranks of the Angmarim of Tûr Fúar unnoticed are slim, hers are worse, and one of them at least must escape. They came for information and information they found, but all of this serves no purpose at all if they are both taken captive.

“There! That’s the one!” Damn. The tower is large enough they had managed to avoid the guards who had escorted the last party from Barad Gúlaran- until now, at least.

He leads them on a great chase through the tower, down into the depths where cobwebs and crumbled stone give way to the bones of the older fortress on which Agal Dûn was built. He slips down human-sized stairs carved into far larger blocks of stone until the halls become winding tunnels that run down into the heart of the mountains. He is still pursued, and so he does not stop- not until he comes to a wide, high-roofed chamber with a shallow, ice-cold stream cutting through it. He hears the voices beyond it too late, and sees the Angmarim waiting there only when they round the great, pale green stone that rests in the center of the great chamber.

“Claghórd! Deal with him!” And- oh that was Ásachal, wasn’t it? What exactly has he wandered into here?

But he has little time to ponder it, with the Warlord before him and his pursuers behind. He draws a heavy dagger from beneath his stolen robes. It looks pitifully small beside the greataxe that swings for him.

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The old rooms repurposed as cells in the higher levels of the tower are cold and empty, and he takes what solace he can from the fact that he’s alone. The cold gets into him too quickly without the heavy Angmarim robes; his shoulders and wrists ache with it, even without the chains they haven’t yet bothered with.

They are still fighting over what to do with him. He might laugh to find them proved so thoroughly fractured, but he is cold and getting colder, and they have shown no great desire to care for their prisoner.

Some must want him interrogated, he’s sure. He thinks that the obvious choice, but the High Priestess had wanted him killed out of hand, and the gardeners had spoken of promising experiments, and at least three other influential sorcerers had sent messengers to stake their own claims. He is not consulted, naturally.

He has had time to consider the great stone in the depths, and he does not care for the conclusions he draws.

It had not been unlike the Stone of Erech, massive and smooth and heavy with a sort of presence that is not easily described. He had believed it only the presence of the Dead, in Gondor, but Esterín had described it similarly even after their departure, and had said it was not unlike the stone locked in the ice-canyons of Forochel.

Small wonder that Ásachal was so dismissive of Olcrith’s experiments with the purple gem.

He is glad Esterín escaped- hopes she did, that she has taken the stolen stone and all that they learned and sent word to their friends and allies- but the presence of an intact Vandassar he dearly wishes she could have learned of first.

Servants of the fractious factions of the Iron Crown come to see him. They ask him the same questions. He gives them all different answers, and wonders if it will do any good at all if they are sharing so little with each other already. One brings down a staff with some glinting purple jewel that glares at him like an angry eye. Another brings a different staff, one that calls up visions of the dead behind her and only sits outside his prison and watches him until he squirms beneath the eyes of friends long gone and a slow, suffocating pressure that closes around his chest.

What that one wants he never does learn, left insensate in the freezing room until some other group of Iron Crown acolytes with pale silver threadwork on their purplish robes prod him awake, hissing at him to be silent or suffer their displeasure.

“It’s clear,” one of their number hisses down the chilled halls. “Hurry.”

He stumbles as they go, cold and numb and still half-lost in a world swimming with the faces of the dead- Lorniel and Areneth and Palandur and more, so many more. By the time he is pulled around a corner and wrestled into a too-large robe like that of the Angmarim around him he has mostly come back to himself, for all it still feels half a dream.

“Are we sure about this?” one of them asks nervously.

“Quiet,” another hisses. “Ugarad said we have some use for him at Bagud-dum.”

Not a single encouraging word in there, Corunir thinks with just a touch of wildness. He lets them drag him through the halls to yet another hidden door that lets them out into the cold wind of Câr Bronach, the stars bright above them and the Drearspire above lit by the haunting blue dead-lights. They keep to the shadows of the tower as long as they can before breaking for a tall spur of rock where they stop, panting, and watch the tower nervously, though no pursuit comes. Corunir sighs deeply.

“Quiet, you.” And because he is still off enough that the dead-lights of the fortress catch and hold his eye too long and light-headedness catches him when he turns too fast and the cold’s teeth are still lodged deep in his bones, he does as he is told. Maybe when we are further away, he thinks, and lets the nervous Angmarim lead him through the Sorrowglen.

It must be near dawn when they stop their halting flight near the pass to the Welkin-lofts, looking about with tired, anxious eyes. For a moment he has no hint as to what they have seen, wearier even than they, if more accustomed to it.

There is static in the air, a building charge that tastes of something familiar and greatly welcome. She should be well away from here, he thinks, and at the same time I am glad she’s not. The Angmarim draw into a tight clump, spells of their own on their lips, and he takes his chance.

There’s less strength than he would like in the blows he throws at his nearest captors, but their exhaustion and surprise makes up for it. Two of them stagger and it’s just enough of a window for him to shoulder them aside and run. Lightning blasts the ground behind him, scorching the ground black and throwing splinters of stone in all directions. A familiar figure steps, sparking, from behind a stone and he can only laugh in desperate relief.

#ask games #my stories #est #corunir #you shake tur fuar and five different angmarim factions fall out #gundablock this tag #the est + corunir collection #anyway. got those taken care of :) #corunir is having a relatively chill time for being in angmarim jail tbh #(this would likely not have continued once they got him to ugarad and his drugoth party tho)

[sonicasura]

Peluda!Wind

The last Link in our Chain who hasn't gotten an inhuman version. I won't lie that it was DIFFICULT thinking what I could make Wind as the other choices either have not enough info or just didn't fit my idea.

Today I finally found one in the form of the Peluda (Spanish for Hairy One) or La Velue (Shaggy Beast in French). A fur covered serpentine like creature bearing poison tip spines can breathe fire and caused floods. Even though this creature originates in France, I'm using Peluda name as it's shorter and easier to remember.

Hatched from a strange egg his Grandma found outside her house one day. Wind instinctively took on a Hylian form just three weeks afterwards. His spines didn't grow in until he was 8 and they can be flattened against his back when not in use.

The effects of Wind's poison varies on how big the dosage is but it's instantaneous either way. Small: Hallucinations. Medium: Full body paralysis. Large: Calcification of all flesh.

His fur is sun blonde in color while his scales are a royal blue. Wind is a draconic long necked Peluda and is around the size of a large elephant at his current age in LU. His Hylian form has some Peluda traits such as a few small spines, some fur on his back, claws and sharp teeth.

Has difficulty swimming in Hylian form and can only doggy paddle since it's the closest to swimming in his true form. As a Peluda, he can outswim the fastest speedboat and catch up to horses quite quickly on land.

Everyone on Outset Island knows about Wind's true nature so they're quite protective of him. Anyone looking for the Shaggy Beast is always led on a wild goose chase especially since the Fishmen like Wind too. He sheds both scales and fur which is repurposed into different items for the islanders.

He doesn't shift into his true form much when off his home island especially around the King of Red Lions. Their first meeting was already awkward as he shifted back to his true form halfway through the Helmaroc King's sendoff and nearly crash into said ship.

Will sneeze fire so Wind often runs to some non-flammable location or place the instant he feels an itch. His tail will materialize with a harsh enough sneeze. Linebeck learned that bit the hard way as five seconds later he had to be fished out of the sea from a sudden tail slap.

Quite a few other people and races know about his true form such as the Goron, Rito, Koroks, Anouki, Yook, Linebeck, Tetra alongside her crew, etc. After the events of Phantom Hourglass, charms based on Wind's true form were made and seen as good luck charms. (Linebeck definitely started it.)

Once becoming apart of the Chain, Wind was actually nonchalant about his Peluda nature. Only Time and Warriors knew as the Sailor was less hesitant to use it during HW's events. He just kept it to himself until there was a situation that needed such power. Wind did scare the absolute shit out of any Downfall Era Zora dumb enough to drag him in the water before then.

He took on his Peluda nature when the group got stuck in the middle of a monster ridden sea too dangerous to sail any boat in. Wind was definitely a little shit about it even as he ferried the group to safety.

Hyrule had some issues interacting with the Sailor afterwards considering how hostile dragons were in his era. This just gave Wind more incentive to help the Traveller feel comfortable around the nicer members of the draconic species.

It isn't uncommon for a few Links to sneak a little nap on the Sailor's back as he can carry his fellow Chain members while they travel. If he's shedding, Wind lets the group use his shed fur and scales too. Items made from his fur are very durable, waterproof, fireproof but also cold resistant. Anything made from his scales is resistant to fire, ice and much more durable than the average counterpart.

Wild might've wanted to see what Wind could do in his true form once. Both were never allowed to be left alone together again afterwards. Just know Wind invented Hyrule's version of the Loch Ness Monster as a byproduct.

Overall, it felt like the Chain had gotten one sassy teenage Peluda instead of a sassy juvenile pirate. Warriors did try to ground Wind once. Captain found himself grounded by a large tail instead for horrible self care.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule!

#legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #loz link #legend of zelda link #linked universe related #lu wind #linked universe wind #peluda!wind #mythology #sonicasura #personal headcanon #loz ww #legend of zelda wind waker #loz phantom hourglass #legend of zelda phantom hourglass

[rw-repurposed]

My Own Path

RW Repurposed: My Own Path

Chasing Wind realized how hard it is to pave his own path away from his old purpose of solving the great problem. His old duties kept haunting him despite his progress on the repurposing program.

Sometimes, a path cannot be created when there is a wall blocking it. What he needs is a breakthrough.

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Artwork and Comic List

#rain world #rain world downpour #rain world repurposed #rain world art #rain world fanart #chasing wind #repurposed chasing wind #rw chasing wind #ask chasing wind #rain world chasing wind #seven red suns #no significant harassment #five pebbles #looks to the moon #unparalleled innocence #iterator #rain world iterator #iterator rain world #rainworld iterator #iterators

[toxictoxicities]

So I've been discovering Head Canon Voices for Emergence Iterators...

Repurposed Chasing Wind and Zen @revolvius / @rw-repurposed

#shitpost #toxart #rain world #rw #emergence #rain world au #APL #A Plausible Link #Chasing Wind #Repurposed au #RCW #CW #repurposed Chasing Wind #Zen #Slugcat oc #Snooter #Noodlefly oc #Breeze #this is beautiful #I love this #its so stupid

[revolvius]

Chasing Wind/Repurposed Chasing Wind

The main antagonist of Rain World Repurposed!

Yes, that is the main title for Skyglider's series. And Chasing Wind (Well, the repurposed form of them anyway) will be the main antagonist/villain of this fan series!

More to come, but here is Repurposed Chasing Wind!

#rain world #rain world downpour #rain world iterator #iterator #rain world art #rain world fanart #iterator rain world #rw iterator #iterators #chasing wind #grey wind #repurposed chasing wind #rain world repurposed #iterator oc #reference sheet #artwork #art on tumblr

[unknowncreations]

WIP

This is everything in order of what I am gonna be doing and which ones i'll post and work on first. 1) Survivor group drawing ( already in the works, please continue to send me those survivors, if you see this and haven't sent me a survivor please reblog this with the designs or go onto my blog and find the survivor group thing and send me the designs there ) 2) Hunter group drawing ( This one will be first before monk unless the monk group drawing gets a random spike of sent designs, besides that I have an already planned out idea for this one ) 3) Monk group drawing ( Unless this one does not get much people by the time I finish the survivor group drawing and the Hunter group drawing then this one will be last place for now, but besides that I plan it to be the third group drawing collab i make ) 4) Finish drawing gourmand, artificer, rivulet, spearmaster, and saint 5) Going from the first to the last in order for group drawings or what I have planned: Gourmand, Artificer, Spearmaster, Rivulet, Saint ( things might change depending on which one is more popular ) 6) Artificer kids, nightcat, and enot group drawings all around the same exact time i am planning, the artificer kids group drawing is gonna hold a lot of lore that is not gonna be explained till a while later if you are interested in that. ( the lore is about MY version of artificer kids and who they are, it will be interesting to see how people react, no spoilers tho~ ) 7) start making the fucking iterators 8) group drawings for iterators 9) ship group drawings 10) continue to simp over Rainworld Repurposed chasing winds shirtless pictures (.....)

#unknown #unknowncreation #rain world #rainworld #rw downpour #WIP #art group drawings

[ask-fivepebbles]

[PRIVATE BROADCAST] - Looks to the Moon, Sliver of Straws

LTTM: I see. And, I must apologize for causing so much trouble. I truly did not wish to overwhelm him or insult you.

LTTM: My memories are not what they used to be; it may be for the best if you explain the situation to the others, as they have even less context than I do. I'm sure Sig is giving Pebbles grief as we speak.

LTTM: All that aside, it's good to have you back, Sis.

SOS: Of course, I'll gladly do so, and as much as I'd love to give Sig a piece of my mind since he's the one who ultimately made Pebbles run off, I won't.

Sliver smiled happily

SOS: I feel the same Moon, I'm so happy to be back

Sliver turned to everyone, trying to get their attention

SOS: Alright everyone, I know at least some of you are way out of the loop at the moment, so I'm going to explain everything as best as I can without getting too confusing, hopefully. Wind, please help me fill in any blanks I might make

CW: Of course, plus you tend to go on long tangents at times

SOS: Shut it, Wind. Anyways, hello, I'm Sliver of Straw. I didn't actually die, I made a mobile puppet based off Pebbles' original puppet and faked my death as the head Ancients didn't like my beliefs on ascension. So I faked ascension so they wouldn't suspect I tried to copy what Pebbles had originally attempted to do. I had to go into hiding to avoid the Ancients and then continue to hide for Pebbles sake. He would've essentially violently blown up if I showed myself to him before he regained his memories

SOS: Pebbles was a first-generation iterator experiment. The Ancients wanted to see what would happen if they used an already existing sentient being as a core for an iterator instead of making a whole new sentient being like the rest of it. Pebbles was a being from the Void Sea known by his followers as the Seer. He volunteered to be the test subject, trusting the Ancients to respect him and his wishes if he decided he didn't want to continue

SOS: He became the iterator of the city his followers lived in. His existence was heavily guarded, Wind and I only knew of him as we were his local group and were told we couldn't tell anyone else. Pebbles was dubbed Five Pebbles and given a prototype mobile puppet made just for him as he refused to be kept in one room like the rest of us since he preferred the freedom. Over time, Pebbles grew bored of the experiment and asked to finish. Unfortunately, the head Ancients didn't want to give up a "very valuable" resource. Pebbles' followers attempted to sever the ties his puppet had but failed. This ended up in the head Ancients decommissioning Pebbles and later repurposing him into the Pebbles you all know and love, with his memories of his past corrupted and locked away so he'd think he was simply a normal iterator

CW: That's about it for Pebbles, as you've experienced the rest. I would like to note that Pebbles isn't the only iterator to be repurposed. I was originally Grey Wind, but between the times of Pebbles' death and Sliver's "death," I had to be decommissioned as the land I was built on was very unstable. I was repurposed and rebuilt into your local group as Chasing Wind. Sliver came to live in my can with me while occasionally returning to Pebbles' old city where his followers still live still. Pebbles is coming to my can so Sliver and I can check to make sure he built his puppet correctly, though Sliver can do that now, I suppose once Pebbles returns. He and Sliver are going to visit Moon before leaving to Pebbles' city so he can check on his people, and then he may stay for a little while but will probably end up returning to the area of our local group later on

SOS: He definitely will. He never likes staying in one spot for long when he can explore instead. Apparently, Void Beings don't get to see much of the surface from in the Void Sea. Oh, and before I forget, Pebbles and I are platonic partners. It's like dating, but friends, if that makes sense?

#asks #anonymous #rain world #rain world askblog #rain world au #rw sliver of straw #rain world sliver of straw #rain world chasing wind #rw chasing wind #rain world grey wind #rw grey wind

[knightfeared]

*darker vibes ➤   @ambrosius-goldenlion / AMBROSIUS.  [ ; ]  ❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

During nights like this. Ones that mirrored those few before the ceremony that'd changed everything - when the wind was far too calm, barely present in the offered chilly breeze needed to chase the heat of the evening away - when the silence of the city felt so smothering . . . thoughts were most likely to run rampant. Free with little to no distraction to guide them away, able to draw forth the worst memories from one's own mind - replay them endlessly on loop with a critical eye that conjured the worst criticisms of one's self.

Those were the true monsters, the beasts within that were hardest to fight & scare away.

& for Ambrosius, he had bouts following it all where his devotion bled into something far more deeply rooted, entwined tight in guilt, something pained at what he'd done, what he hadn't. Ever the perfectionist since his youth & for as long as Ballister had known him - he always had been far too hard on himself. All Ballister can do is hold him close, partially propped up in bed against the headboard with the other resting against him, listening to the steady thump of his heart beneath his ribs as a reminder they'd survived, that any fears held about accidentally killing him that day were better left forgotten & eased back to rest.

He continues to comb his flesh & blood hand through Ambrosius' hair, noting how it'd been steadily growing longer - there wasn't a need to keep it so shortly shorn or well maintained now that their positions as Knights were still up in the air, needing deciding on what the entire thing would be repurposed into following the fall of the Director & the challenging of the Institute's present purpose.

But before he can grow more engrossed in his own thoughts, Ambrosius’ words cleave through the air like a blade, seeking out his very heart in a way that makes it stutter. He pauses, frozen for a moment as he peers down at the man, lips pressing together, brows knitting tight in concern, but all it draws is the tightening of arms around his mid-section, the curling of Ambrosius' frame as he shuffles in as close as he could like Ballister would disappear between his very fingers like sand in a turned hour-glass.

"Love, no." He sighs, switching to stroke the warmed pads of his fingers along strong cheekbones in a slowed motion, paying delicate attention to the space just beneath his eyes in some semblence of soothing reassurance. Though his following laughter is more of an uneasy chuckle, he keeps his voice softened as he continues. "You don't need to do any of that. I'd like you in one piece, alive & well, thank you."

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED IC. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ INTERACTIONS. ❜┊ #AMBROSIUS GOLDENLION. / AMBROSIUS GOLDENLOIN. #MUSE: [ BALLISTER BOLDHEART. ] #❝ A city between our hands like a fractured bond. ❞ . [ AMBROSIUS-GOLDENLION ] #BONKS U CAUSE OW???