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samsvenn · 2 years

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SAKAMAKI BROS BODY HEADCANONS! :D

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐡𝐮

His body’s strong and he has muscles, but they’re not defined. Faint lines show they’re there, but it’s mostly just due to metabolism.

The guy barely walks or runs, I doubt an eight pack’s there. I don’t even know why Rejet decided to put on their canon art that Shu apparently has abs but go off

He has very broad, classical shoulders; think of Shang from Mulan. Because of his developing trauma with depression and apathy, Shu took sword fighting less seriously in his middle teens so there was ligament straining not too long after. Beatrix, being extremely fearful for Shu’s future, began to be extremely strict with warm up stretches before and after training sessions.

Doesn’t shave often. His face? He’ll try to make the effort. Uses straight razors because he hasn’t caught onto gillette and has slept through every innovation the shaving industry’s accomplished. Plus it only takes ten seconds max to replace the razor with a brand new one and the blade’s cheaper.

But anywhere else? Shaves every two-three months minimum. The longest he hasn’t gone is eight years. Do what you will with that information

His legs are his gems and his calves are impressive. They’re the most toned part of his body. Shu likes to sleep barefoot because socks get uncomfortable to sleep in when they’re moist with sweat so there’s a tan line from his ankles and where his pants end.

Yes, he has a happy trail.

𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

Although he started late into swordfighting, his body’s much more built than Shu’s because Reiji’s been fairly consistent with his training. No stagnancy, just enough recovery periods before he gets back on his feet.

An athletic build. He doesn't really have the muscular physique of a footballer, but equivalent to that of a fencer’s.

Loves the feeling of his soft, shaved, moisturized skin rubbing against the material of his clothes or his silk sleepwear. He keeps it a secret but the amount of unscented lotion this man has would have you confusing him for Laito.

His abdomen is much more defined than his chest.

Reiji has stretch marks around his shoulders. When he got into swordfighting, Reiji was obsessed with surpassing Shu in such a short amount of time that his skin was stretching far too quickly for his own good.

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

The classic basketball athlete physique; not too muscular, but good enough in areas that need it. His lower body’s better than his upper body mainly because Ayato kept losing to Subaru so he decided to up his footwork.

His figure's pretty common in the basketball community, but the only singular difference between them and Ayato is that he loves showing off his toned body whenever he gets the chance. A little sneak peek disguised as him readjusting his shorts, taking off his basketball jersey to wipe sweat from his forehead, cheerleaders swoon over him and he knows it.

His body’s physically better at sports than all of the triplets. He can run faster, jump higher, his endurance is pretty amazing, you get the gist.

Ayato’s body is the most toned in the family because in his diet regime, he cuts rather than bulk. Ayato loves himself and doesn’t understand why he’d sacrifice his present muscles to gain more protein and bigger muscles, only to pile months of cutting for the newer, bigger muscles to show.

Simply put: He’s lazy and doesn’t want to sacrifice his good looking body when his body’s the “best it is now”.

When he started to lose muscle definition because there was a 24/7 takayoki all-you-can-eat buffet place and the grand prize was a three month 70% discount card, Ayato legitimately broke down crying because it was either his body or takayoki that had to go.

𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨

Naturally has the body type that current popular models want: androdygenous, but not really. Cordelia’s genes really came through because his body is scarily symmetrical.

Religiously shaves, dermaplanes or waxes, depending on how large the coverage is.

Every part of his body’s been moisturized to perfection. Every part.

His figure’s pretty lanky despite being shorter than Reiji and his pants don’t help but add to that illusion. Laito’s stomach and v-line are more prominent than any muscles in his body, due to his night time ‘hobbies’.

His chest is the weakest in the family. At first they all agreed it was Kanato, but Laito and Kanato might as well in the same category if they weren't gonna sugarcoat anything at that point.

Gets confused for a girl a lot. When people see his back profile or are behind him, it just reasonably registers in their heads. It also might be due to the erotic pilates that his ass makes it harder for people to not notice he’s a guy at first glance.

Has a bumpy, v-shaped mole under his left ass cheek. He likes to cop a feel every once in a while. This became an inside joke between Subaru and Laito that the V is missing two curves or, ‘3’, to complete a heart; a joke that Laito needs to be dicked down or cowgirl-ed.

“Heheh… Oi Laito, found those two curves yet?”

“Do keep asking me in the hopes you’ll find some yourself, Subaru-kun?”

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨

Very doll-like to the point where it’s uncanny valley levels. Not a single blemish, pimple scarring, it’s so freakishly unnatural to the point where it’s unnerving.

His physique’s quite scrawny in vampire standards. It’s almost impressive that in a society full of hulking, domineering monsters, Kanato’s body is considered a miracle with how dainty, coquettish; and dare I say angelic, it is.

Kanato’s skin looks unnaturally translucent. In room lightning, you can easily see blue veins running under his boney arms.

When he stretches, his bones (especially his ribcage) look like they’re going to pop out of his skin. The worst offense to this is that if he’s wearing a thin cloth material such as silk, nylon or finely compressed cotton, it really does look like his bones are protruding from his body.

The only Sakamaki that can’t grow body hair. It never really introduced itself during puberty. Kanato has a love-hate relationship with this because it’s made him feel left out and made him feel that he was stripped out of his masculinity. All his other brothers got their chance, why didn’t he?

At the same time, he’s relieved. It brings him closer to the unreachable perfection of what a doll looks like; docile, cute and decievely kitsch.

Gets dysphoric quite often. Should he hate his hair? Should he love it? He’s the only one who inherited it, so does that mean that he should be proud of the love it brought? Was it even love?

Why does he feel like this?

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮

The skin on Subaru’s hands aren’t even. There’s deep slashes of discolored scarring that spread out like electricity.

Gets red easily. Whether it’s caused by rashes, irritation, gashes or vampire allergies, one speckle is enough to make him look like a lobster.

There’s large dots that are speckled and look like freckles or ladybug spots on the back of his legs. They’re actually small scars caused by Younger Subaru landing on a bed of thorny, white roses while escaping his tutors to visit Christa.

Ranked as the second best body in the family. He carries the title proudly.

The only reason he’s not first is because the family discussion was about who's got the most defined body, not really on who’s got the most muscle mass.

Really fits the young, rebellious rogue image; strong, well-built and rough around the edges. There are times where he wonders if his mother would be happier if he portrayed a more princely image that’s reminiscent of Karl’s earlier years.

Maybe it's for the best that he didn’t.

His forearms are bigger than his calves.

Chest and arm gains for days. They make him look more intimidating and it removes any soft features he inherited from Christa. Subaru has the biggest developed chest, but not necessarily the broadest. That goes to Shu during his swordsmanship days.

Loves the way his arms make his prey gulp in fear. The mere thought that they’re antipicating what those arms of his are gonna do to them gets his blood going.

He doesn’t see himself the way his mirror does. Whenever he does catch a glimpse of himself, there’s always two common sights he’ll see: a disfigured, male version of his mother or his crying child self.

What these two have in common is that there’s this imminent feeling that something’s horribly ‘wrong’ within Subaru; a deep-rooted defect that can’t be loved.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 6 months

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Sakamai Brothers - Part.1 - Celebrating Halloween

warning : fluff

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Shu : Shu would not really be interested in Halloween. Rather he slept through it the last years and was fine with it. No one rang the bell at the villa anyway and his brothers were not really interested. That is why the villa did not get any decoration or sweets. Let alone any horror movies were running. But when the new bride arrived, things changed and when he heard all the rumbling and searching, he couldn't sleep. When he found her, however, he had to smile in surprise. In her room there were several costumes and fabrics scattered around and in the middle of it his bride wrapped in fabric in which she had become entangled. ,,Did you try something to lure me here?" he asked and couldn't help grinning when he saw her flushed cheeks. ,,Yes-no...can you please help me Shu-san?" she replied and the blond sighed before closing the door and helping her out of the cloth. He didn't miss how her heartbeat went up. She therefore continued to teaste before he understood for the first time what she actually wanted to do. Sewing a costume. Which turned out to be more difficult than it was. ,,A princess? Well, go ahead," he murmured and lay down on her bed and she watched him dozing, but couldn't help imagining how she would look on the outside. As the firstborn, he would be entitled to such a pretty, delicious princess. ,,I'll celebrate the feast with you if I can have you for the night" he suggested, even though they both knew it wasn't a suggestion. That he would take her if he also wanted something. She would even end up dressing him up as a prince and they would stay together in his room. He enjoyed the way her fingers ran over his body as she dressed him in the costume she had also sewn. Knowing that he enjoyed having her on him. As a royal couple she had her candy and he as a prince had his princess. ,,My very own candy" he murmured to her and pulled her closer to him.

Reiji : Halloween or Samhain as it was properly called is not foreign to the glasses wearer. The second oldest, to his regret, knew the modern, knew Halloween as it had degenerated. He knew that his bride liked the festival, the customs and the costumes. To his regret, she didn't seem to have heard the story behind it. Not knowing what the deeds were behind it and how it had changed to this current festival. Which is why he went to her room, knowing that she had bought sweets and filled them into bowls that looked like pumpkins. Ridiculous. A knock on her door and a ,,Come in" later the man with glasses was in her room. In his look was clearly the rejection before he paused, however. ,,Did you make this?" he asked, looking at the chemical test tubes and her clothes. He saw the detail of the work, the fabrics must have been expensive. She nodded hesitantly before handing him one of the jars. ,,I was inspired by books you once gave me Reiji-san...for Halloween a disguise is important" she said and saw him looking from the glass to her. His lips almost formed a little smile. He was pleased that she had taken her time. She did what she was told and was educated in such arts. ,,Come to my room in an hour and I will tell you something about Samhain," he said, glancing at his pocket watch before giving her a nod and disappearing from her room. Knowing that he had seen her joyful look. The two of them found themselves in the room of the glasses wearer. Even though she was wearing the alchemist outfit, she was pleased to see that the older one had a small pendant in the shape of a pumpkin on his suit. With a sweet tea on both of them, they sat across from each other while Reiji recited mythologies along with the history of the festival at some point. His pink eyes went to her and had a satisfied expression as she flinched in fright every now and then. A festival that was celebrated for the two of them.

Ayato : Halloween. Was another festival like any other that people celebrated what was made for him. The king himself, however, always seemed to look forward to Halloween in particular because he had his own candy all to himself. He would be at Hallwoeen no matter if it was already tomorrow or already at night only at his bride. ,,Another party for Ore-sama, so I get to decide what you wear and help me with my costume," he told her as he interrupted her in the middle of her own costume. He took her by the hand and pulled her behind him. ,,Ayato, I'll be happy to help you with my costume," she tried to convince the redhead, but he didn't seem to hear her in his anticipation. But when they landed in the kitchen and she saw how everything was already laid out for Takoyaki, she knew she wouldn't be able to finish her costume. ,,Make me Takoyaki and then I'll drink your blood and then we'll watch a movie" he listed all the things and she could hardly keep up. At least she had enough time for the takoyaki and a few more snacks. Until Ayato took her together with the snacks and the Takoyakis to his room. Without paying attention to the others who were clearly awakened by his stomping and noise. He took her to the bed and watched a scary movie which he found boring. But as soon as he put his teeth into her shoulder and ate his own sweet food, he didn't seem to mind anymore. At least Ayato who had dressed himself as a king was satisfied and Halloween was celebrated.

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risukadarlin · 2 years

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[piofiore no banshou] vol. 4: yang - track four

4; epilogo del 1927. -yang-

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What?

It’s still nighttime.

I thought I’d entertained you enough tonight.

Do you still need my attention?

How very unusual.

Hm?

Why did you wake me up if you don’t want me to play with you?

I thought you already knew.

I don’t hate mornings and I don’t particularly like sleeping.

I do not like, however, being interrupted when I’m doing something.

Being woken up so violently isn’t fun, even if it is by you.

I hope you have a good reason for this.

Oh?

The date changed?

What about it?

I heard the brats are at the pier.

I assume they’ll be there all night.

The city must be full of people looking to party.

They may cause some uproar.

But I don’t believe they’ll die without a fight.

Don’t worry about them.

Rui’s with them today too.

I’m certain they won’t do anything to ruin our reputation.

Hm?

Why are you sulking?

Are you upset because we slept through the final moments of the year?

Yes, I did bring you to bed, but you’re the one who fell asleep.

Did you want to go into town with those brats?

Were you looking forward to the countdown and the fireworks?

How old are you, again?

I thought you were an adult.

Or have I been sleeping with a child?

Don’t look so upset.

It’s only the last night of the year.

There’s nothing special about it.

The calendar has nothing to do with whether people live or die.

Even if the year is different, the sun will rise and fall just as it did yesterday.

That’s the same for tomorrow and the day after too.

Every day will be “today”.

That’s all.

There’s no reason to treat it like a special day–!

I’m an idiot?

How brave of you to say that.

But I like that.

I like it when you curse at me.

One of my hobbies is rubbing people the wrong way, but…

I especially like doing it to you.

I always have.

Oh?

So what if I do nothing but tease you?

My parents' home? That’s far away.

We’d have to cross the ocean.

It’s not easy to get there.

You’re still upset about what happened last year?

No, it’s two years ago now.

I admit what I said was rather cruel.

But I didn’t say it to hurt you on purpose.

Then and now.

What are you doing?

Come here.

Warm me up.

I’ll freeze over.

Look.

It looks the same as any other night.

The number of people in the street…

The amount of noise they make…

They’re the same as always.

But this block will become much livelier when the Lunar New Year comes.

If you’re so desperate to go to a festival, I’ll go with you then.

Oh, you didn’t know?

Where I come from, we follow the Lunar Calendar.

It’s not that different from what they do here.

We set off firecrackers and fireworks on the last night of the year.

I heard it was originally a ritual to celebrate the year’s successful harvest.

It’s quite similar to your idea of pascua - Easter.

It’s a time to honour your family.

But I have no family.

And I wouldn’t care even if I did.

You know Lao-Shu didn’t do much to celebrate last year.

Now that I think about it, Yuan always prepared for it so diligently.

He lit red paper lanterns and made special dishes.

I can’t quite remember what.

I wasn’t able to taste food back then.

I do remember there being pig’s feet, though.

Some regions see fish as a good luck charm.

Some begin the year with sweets.

I remember sweets that were supposed to look like ancient currency.

Ask our chef if you want to learn more about it.

Okay then.

If you want to make food for me, I’ll allow you to.

There’s also a custom of giving money to kids.

Fei and Lan always remember that, even if they don’t celebrate any other aspect of it.

It’s not the Lunar New Year yet but I’m sure they’ll take this opportunity to ask for pocket money.

I do give them change quite often.

But that kind of money is special to them.

I can’t remember if it’s January or February this year.

Anyway, wait until then if you want to celebrate the new year.

I can see why they call this place the Windy City.

The climate here is awful.

In the summer, it’s clammy and humid and hot.

If only it was such fine weather all year round.

But in the winter, snow piles up and it's so cold that drift ice floats down the river.

I have no clue how they built such a city in such a land.

Have you enjoyed the New Year’s air enough yet?

I’m going to close the window now.

If you get too cold…

It’ll make your wounds worse.

This isn’t the most convenient city on earth but we’ll move cities as soon as we finish our work here.

One day, we might miss these cold winter’s nights.

You finally look like you’ve cheered up.

I do find that cute.

If you’re that desperate to go outside…

That’s right. I’ll take you around Chinatown.

Oh? I’m glad you think so.

Celebrating here with me is much more worthwhile than making a fuss in town.

Shall we have a drink?

I’ll act like someone who cares about the New Year, just for you.

All celebrations call for alcohol, not just the Lunar New Year.

Your country has quite the same habit.

On the subject of similarities…

Apparently Italians wear red underwear during the New Year.

We did the same thing where I’m from.

Red is a lucky colour, after all.

It’s supposed to ward off evil.

I’ll be sure to prepare some for you, seeing as you’re so excited for Lunar New Year.

Don’t pull such a sullen face.

Just drink.

You’re strong, as usual.

I do like that you’re not a lightweight. Where I’m from, people judge your worth by how much you can drink.

At some banquets, you’d be forced to drink bottles of alcohol much stronger than wine.

If you get too drunk and embarrass yourself, people will see you as useless.

Have you finished?

Then let’s go back to bed.

I’m going back to sleep.

Sometimes you say such childish things.

You want us to chat before we sleep?

Fine then.

Chat, hm? That’s right.

Let’s talk about philosophy.

Do you believe the future is set in stone?

Do you think everything was decided beforehand by God and can’t be changed by humans?

I know many people believe that.

They call it fatalism.

I see.

What do they teach you at church?

“Everyone has some kind of fate”?

I see.

So you believe everyone has their own fate but it’s up to them whether or not it actually becomes their reality?

If that’s true, that means someone decided their fate for them without their input.

I don’t plan to believe in or follow such a notion.

I don’t care about the opinion of anyone but myself.

My past, my future, my everything…

I don’t plan to allow anyone to influence them.

I control them myself.

I’ll live how I want.

I’ll obtain anything I set my sights on.

Even if that angers God.

I don’t know where I’ll end up.

So far I’ve done nothing but climb in rank but I don’t care about social standing.

I don’t plan to stay with Liu Fang Fui forever.

All I know for certain is that I’d rather die in a place of my choosing than live somewhere forever just because I was born there.

I live only to obtain the things I want.

I don’t plan to change that.

I’ll use my life for whatever I want to.

And one day I’ll die because of it.

You should do the same.

You won’t have time to pray to God.

You won’t return to your hometown.

One day, you’ll die by my hand in a foreign place.

Are you unhappy with that?

Of course you’re not. That’s why you’re my woman.

I hope you’re looking forward to it.

I’ll give it to you.

I’ll give you an end.

Yang.

Nobuhiko Okamoto.

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satan-chillin · 3 years

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Spirited Away

Wei Ying, abandoned and homeless in the middle of a snowstorm, is spirited away by an entity that must have been the White Ghost.

He's brought home.

(Or WenZhou adopts WWX. The Fic.)

Also available in Ao3

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Wei Ying exhaled hotly against the cusp of his palms and shivered.

The snow had raged for days without letting up, and the cold did nothing on the itchy scabs of dog bites on his arms and the hunger squeezing his stomach. Wei Ying hunched into himself further. This would pass, though whether it was the snowstorm or the pain of his wounds or the hunger, he couldn’t say.

Carefully, he broke half of the molded baozi and then broke the half again into two; this way, the baozi would last him another three days. Hopefully, the remaining pieces wouldn’t be spoiled by then.

He was thirsty after a single bite that it took him to eat. Nothing filling, as usual, but it would be enough for now and something that sleep could improve through the night. The upside of having a snowstorm was the lack of nocturnal predators also hunting for food, therefore less to worry about whether he’d wake up mauled on the sidewalk. Curling himself into a ball in order to preserve what little body heat that he could, he prepared for sleep. He tended to sleep easier these days, tired and worn out as he was even without moving about much.

Wei Ying must have fallen asleep immediately that night and was quickly lulled into a dream because the next thing he knew, he could make out a vague shape of someone approaching him.

White. White as the storm of snow. Long white hair and robes billowed in the harsh wind. A ghost, Wei Ying thought immediately. He had heard of tales of a white ghost around the town, one that would eat unruly children who strayed out of their beds late at night. He used to believe that the white ghost had yet to find him, though now that he was found, oddly enough, he was not afraid.

Not when a pale hand reached for him, tender atop his head. Blearily, Wei Ying stared at the face and couldn’t seem to focus on anything else aside from the sudden warmth coursing from his head to toe. If the White Ghost would eat him, he wouldn’t mind as long as he got to be this warm forever.

“Sleep, little one,” came from a voice that was seemingly carried by the wind. “I’ll bring you home.”

Home. Wei Ying would love to go home.

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Wei Ying woke on an actual bed and with a man hovering over him by the bedside.

“You’re awake,” said the stranger with a tentative smile. He made no move to come closer, looking unsure the longer Wei Ying stared at him, the silence spanning between them. “I brought food.”

Wei Ying did not shy away from the tray laid before him. He took a bite out of the bread and drank deeply from the cup of tea. He almost choked if not for the man’s sudden alarm, gently patting his back and encouraging him to eat slowly. He reached for the soup before Wei Ying could, taking a spoonful and blowing before feeding it to him. Wei Ying obediently opened his mouth, delighted at the right temperature of the soup.

By the third spoonful, the man sheepishly brought down the spoon, murmured an apology, and asked him if he’d rather eat by himself. Wei Ying did not mind one bit, did not understand what the apology was for, and boldly requested to be helped with the soup. Something shifted on the man’s expression, his previous smile turning soft and sure when he assisted Wei Ying with the food, occasionally pausing to let him drink the tea or take a bite of the bread first.

“I’d get you more, but maybe later, once your stomach settles,” the man said. “It’ll hurt if you suddenly eat too much.”

Wei Ying remembered the baozi he kept under his robes, though upon touching his clothes he discovered that they were no longer the dirty ones he had slept in for as long as he could recall. The one he was wearing felt nice and soft and clean, something new and in the color of light blue with long sleeves that hid the bite marks on his forearms. He checked on his scabbing wounds and stared at them in wonder seeing as they were almost gone.

“A good friend of mine is a healer. He came by last week to take a look at you,” the man told him. “And Lao Wen made sure to apply medicine on them every day.”

Wei Ying did not know this Lao Wen—and what did he say? “Last week?” he asked, voice hoarse from sore throat. Wordlessly, the man handed him a cup of lukewarm water.

“What do you remember?”

“Snow,” Wei Ying answered. “Lots of it.” He frowned to himself, mind clicking on a significant memory. “The White Ghost came for me last night.”

The man blinked, a hint of amusement in his raised brows. “White Ghost?”

Wei Ying nodded eagerly. “It must be him because of his white hair. He also wears white. They say he eats unruly children who don’t return home in time.”

That earned him a snort, a grin lighting up the man’s face. He had a pleasant face, Wei Ying realized. “Ah, Lao Wen doesn’t eat unruly children, I assure you, not when he can be unruly as a child himself,” he said with a shake of his head. “He brought you here roughly three weeks ago. From what I understand, it was a long journey back from where he picked you up to here, and you had a fever during the trip.” He glanced at Wei Ying’s thin wrists peeking from his sleeves. “Ten days later, he arrived home with you.”

Oh. So this was the home the White Ghost was pertaining to. Wei Ying’s eyes darted around the room. It wasn’t cold here despite the snow he could see still falling outside the window that painted a night sky, and there was food.

“You’re in the Four Seasons Manor,” the man said as if reading Wei Ying’s mind. “Forgive my manners, my name is Zhou Zishu. Later, you’ll meet Lao Wen. What do I call you?”

“Wei Ying. My name is Wei Ying.” Wei Ying liked Zhou Zishu already for the sole reason that he did not ask where his parents were; he honestly had no idea. “Can I live here?”

“Of course,” Zhou Zishu said without hesitation, though his palm hovered uncertainly over Wei Ying’s head as if silently asking for permission. Wei Ying beamed up at him, inching closer to his side that had Zhou Zishu smiling. “This can be your home, Wei Ying, if you want.”

“I do!” It wasn’t as if Wei Ying had anywhere else to go, and it must have shown in his face judging from the flicker of Zhou Zishu’s expression. “I will help around, I promise!”

Zhou Zishu tsked amusedly. “Don’t make that promise when you haven’t seen the entire place yet.” He stood. “It’s better if you go back to rest, but I won’t stop you if you want to stretch your legs.”

Wei Ying felt the length of time he spent lying down on the bed through shaky knees, and Zhou Zishu was instantly there to carry him instead in his arms. Wei Ying automatically circled his neck, hooking his chin on Zhou Zishu’s shoulder.

“Right. You can stretch your legs later. I’ll carry you for now. Is that alright?” Zhou Zishu asked him. “If you fell asleep, then I’ll bring you back here.”

Wei Ying gave him an affirmative, liking the sound of that. Zhou Zishu swaddled him with a thick blue robe that was twice Wei Ying’s size before bringing him outdoors where the breeze swept the last dredges of snow. A firm hand stroked Wei Ying’s back comfortingly as they took a sedate trip around the manor. Zhou Zishu explained to him which was which, whose room was whose, pointing at specific locations. Later, he would let Wei Ying pick out his own room.

Wei Ying could not pinpoint what hour it was in the evening. It was quiet enough that he’d think only Zhou Zishu originally lived there; he did mention that he had some disciples and that if Wei Ying wanted he could join them once he recovered.

“But I already recovered,” he protested. “I can join them tomorrow.” He looking forward to meeting other children that he couldn’t wait to play and train with them.

“Not yet, brat. Give it another three days at least.”

Wei Ying pouted. “A-niang said my golden core is strong so I heal quick.”

“Golden core?” Zhou Zishu paused, thoughtful. “Your parents are cultivators?”

Wei Ying nodded. “They left for a night-hunt. They never came back.”

A frown creased Zhou Zishu’s forehead before a sigh escaped him. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure they were good people.”

His parents were never called ‘good’ by anyone who took one glance at Wei Ying, who was a homeless boy anyone would take pity in and promptly forgot once they crossed over to the next street.

“Do you want to be a cultivator like them someday?” Zhou Zishu asked.

“Maybe,” Wei Ying muttered. “I don’t know. Are you also a cultivator?”

“No. The Four Seasons Sect is not a cultivation sect. Not that kind of cultivation, at least. Though I can teach you its foundations: martial arts and the way of the sword, and help you develop your own body and spirit in order to prepare both for cultivation.” Zhou Zishu peered at him. “How about that?”

If Wei Ying couldn’t learn cultivation here, then that meant he would have to eventually leave and learn somewhere. Wei Ying did not want to, not so soon. His hold tightened, though Zhou Zishu hardly minded.

“Don’t overthink. You’re young, it won’t happen for years,” Zhou Zishu reminded him. “I’m a strict teacher, Wei Ying. I won’t deem you ready unless I say so.”

“Okay,” Wei Ying whispered elatedly. He would be a good student… or not if it meant staying here longer.

“And there’s also Lao Wen. He also teaches here.”

Wei Ying blinked at Zhou Zishu. “The White Ghost?”

“White Ghost doesn’t sound bad as far as titles go.”

There was a new voice from behind. The same white robes and the same flowing white hair from Wei Ying’s dreamlike memory. Like a floating ghost, he was quiet when he approached them, and Wei Ying stared at how the faint moonlight was caught at the White Ghost’s head.

The White Ghost pursed his lips at Zhou Zishu. “Isn’t it past bedtime for sightseeing?” At Wei Ying, he smiled fondly. “How are you, little one?”

“I’m good!” Wei Ying said, perhaps with a cheer that the White Ghost did not expect. “A-Shu toured me around the manor.”

“ A-Shu?” Delightfully, he addressed Zhou Zishu, “I see you already endeared yourself to the child you thought I kidnapped.”

“You—Do you even know his name before you picked him up?” Zhou Zishu demanded. He sighed exasperatedly at the shrug he received in return and the conspiratorial smirk the White Ghost shared with Wei Ying. “This is Wei Ying, Lao Wen. Wei Ying, that man you called the White Ghost is Wen Kexing, but he’s known as Lao Wen.”

“Wei Ying,” the White Ghost—Wen Kexing—Lao Wen—tested his name. “You have a good name, little one.” Delicately, he tucked a stray lock of Wei Ying’s hair behind his ear. “You can call me Lao Wen.”

“But you don’t look old,” Wei Ying pointed out. “Can I call you A-Xing?”

Wen Kexing’s laugh rang like a chime in the silence of the evening. “This little one is not shy at all.” He grinned. “I think we’ll get along really well.”

“He has a name,” Zhou Zishu interrupted. “And don’t encourage him to be troublesome!” he reprimanded. “He’s going to be a promising student of mine.”

“Aiyah, A-Xu, can’t he be both? Besides, he’ll be my student too, and I’ll teach him the ways of a proper gentry.” Wen Kexing winked at Wei Ying. “Would you like that, little one?”

Wei Ying believed he would. His father had mentioned studying before, though his mother would rather he play instead, so he never had the chance to actually sit down and learn, either alone with his father as his tutor or with other children.

He wondered for a moment whether this was also a dream. The last time he closed his eyes to sleep, he was alone outside the cold, freezing and starving and with no one to call; then he woke up somewhere warm and big and comfortable with two nice people, and more he’d meet tomorrow.

A part of him thought he might have been truly eaten by the White Ghost that night, though if he was, it would not be A-Shu carrying him but his quiet father who preferred smiling that private smile of his than speaking, and the one with the nice-looking face and draped in all white would not be A-Xing but his mother from his vague memories of her.

Maybe someday he’d see clearer faces of his parents, but not anytime soon when he had just committed A-Shu and A-Xing’s faces to memory and when Wei Ying started to picture himself growing familiar with them instead.

Wei Ying grinned excitedly at what tomorrow would bring. “I’d like that.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #shl fic #shan he ling #cql #cheng qing ling #mdzs #untamed fic #crossover #wwx gets adopted by wenzhou #wenzhou #wen kexing #word of honor #zhou zishu #the untamed #wei wuxian

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southslates · 3 years

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this must be my masterpiece / ao3 / 2040 words / one-shot / post-canon / kanej / rated T / super fluffy first kiss

Kaz felt ridiculous. A large part of him wanted to throw all his plans in the fire and simply go to Fifth Harbor and await Inej there. But the smaller part of him, the one that loved her more than so many other things in the world, wanted to be what she deserved.

He stood in front of his mirror and took in a deep breath, adjusted his tie. It was purple—it made him look like a magician’s stereotype, but it was her favorite color, so he could deal with it. The hat she’d gotten him from Novyi Zem two years prior sat snug on his head, and he ran his hand through his hair underneath it. He normally wasn’t terribly comfortable with his hair, but Inej had cut it the last time she’d been here, six months ago. It was neater than it’d ever been if a bit long at the edges.

She needed to give him another haircut. Kaz looked down. When he faced the mirror again he was grinning. He sighed and placated his lips into his normal frown and grabbed his cane and the list he’d spent the night scribbling on. Inej wouldn’t dock for another few hours and he didn’t trust any of the Dregs to carry out this task for him, so he’d have to find what he needed himself.

He struggled down the steps in his crispest suit, stopping in Per Haskell’s office to quickly meet with Anika. She was his swiftest lieutenant and sharp as well—she absolutely knew that his absence tonight was due to Inej’s return, but at least she had the good sense to not comment on it. After Kaz finished gruffly reminding her of the schedule for the Crow Club he swept out the door and into the crisp Kerch afternoon.

His first stop was the Financial District—he frequented there often enough to see the Exchange, but it also had a bustling marketplace. Even the cruelest of the merchers had to eat. A quick stop at a winery and then at a grocers had him find what he needed, and he quickly went back to the Slat and snuck around the back to his rooms to drop them off. Then he made the trek to the Geldin District to see the florist.

He’d put in an order for two shipments of flowers three days prior. One was a cart of Ravkan geraniums and the other was Shu irises—Inej had written that she’d grown fond of them two months ago, and he’d noted the fact. The bright red and white flowers were awaiting him at the door, and he dropped his payment out using credit. The florist didn’t want her customers to see him lurking about her shop, he thought grimly, even though he’d likely paid her daily salary in the exorbitant and exotic blossoms. He couldn’t find it in himself to care too much; they both had accomplished what they wanted.

His last stop was to buy new sheets and sweets; he grabbed those and went back to the Slat once again. His leg throbbed as he scaled the wall up to his room, but he couldn’t go through the main building again, not while everyone there thought he was away.

He slid into his room and caught his breath, then moved to open the door he’d had Jesper and Wylan carve into the roof. It was a way to get to the Slat’s roof—the three of them had spent a month leveling the shingles on the top of building and laying concrete over a part of it. The view from the Slat wasn’t terrific, but it was home—it oversaw the constantly busy streets of West Stave, and Fifth Harbor gleamed in the back.

The Slat was where Kaz had taken Inej home all those nights ago, after he'd bought out her indenture. It was where he had given her a knife and taught her how to shoot a gun and heard her cry over her first kill. The Slat was where Kaz had spent days watching her feed his crows and laugh in the window, where they’d slept next to each other for the first time, where they’d become partners.

Kaz knew Inej hated the Crow Club for what it meant. But the Slat had always just belonged to the Dregs—it was where she’d become the Wraith, and it was where she kept coming back. Back to him. He knew he couldn’t live here forever. He’d already bought and started to run three other casinos in the area and an actual apartment called his name. But he’d made so many memories here. And—

He wanted to make more. Dusk was on the horizon. Kaz rested for a moment before he tugged up everything he’d bought and started to arrange it on the rooftop. He set out the sheet and then champagne he’d dropped in an ice-bucket in his room, and then Inej’s favorite Kerch sweets and the cold cheeses and sausages he’d picked up from the grocers.

He'd picked up candles, too, from his room, and set them out but didn’t light them; it wouldn’t do to set his entire building on fire. He laid out the flowers, alternating them across the sheet and the rest of the room in a pattern. It was a little bit too strict, but Kaz liked it when things were in order.

Kaz set out a matchbox and then slid back down into his room. He took his hat with him and held tight to his cane as he slid down to the ground floor once again. His leg was killing him, but he wanted the night to be perfect. Inej would be here soon. He needed to get to Fifth Harbor.

He did, his gloves almost suffocating around his wrists. He didn’t like being in them around her much, anymore, but it was still nighttime, and he still enjoyed his reputation as Dirtyhands. It had been six years since he’d marked this same pattern to the Ferolind and ended up running back to her and carrying her onto the ship. It was the first time he’d almost felt her. He’d carried her. He’d called her an investment, too. He still caught flack for that.

He tilted his head down so that nobody could see the small movement of his lips at that thought. Then he winced at the tightening of his leg and bit his lip and pulled himself to the docks.

Kaz had been slowed down a little by his leg—he hadn’t quite accounted for the toll his earlier travels would have taken on it. But he was standing there when The Wraith pulled into the harbor, wearing his best suit, and best hat, hiding a quirk of his lips. There wasn’t quite a way for him to explain the euphoria he felt when Inej came back to Ketterdam—a part of him felt whole, as though the world had been broken but fit back together perfectly. He would have hated to admit that dependence years ago, but now he embraced it, unabashedly. He missed her, and he enjoyed having her back with him.

Life was too short to pretend the opposite. Life was too short—

Kaz Brekker gathered his courage and stood with a stone face as Specht tethered the boat. It was a moment later that Inej leapt to the deck and then off of it.

They made eye contact from feet apart, and Kaz’s world stopped. He knew what he had to do, and he wanted to do it so, so terribly. He’d planned and thought his way through this night every night for the past six months.

He’d take her back to the Slat, as he always did, before she headed to Jesper and Wylan’s in the morning. They’d stay up all night and drink and talk. Inej would tell him of her adventures and he’d listen, enraptured, as she detailed out the worlds she’d gone to with him. She’d ask him to talk about the club, and he’d ignore her.

The first year they’d held hands during that conversation. Then they’d progressed to holding each other close—first with armor, then without it.

As Kaz saw Inej across from him—saw her tired and bright eyes, the curl of her hair, the smile in her eyes—he lost his mind. He wanted to step forward but his knee buckled a little, and Inej—his Wraith, always observant Inej—gestured for Specht to go below decks as she stared at him with that sparkle in her gaze.

Specht snorted as he went, and Kaz couldn’t find it in himself to care. Inej ran towards him and he dropped his cane as she came close to him, drew her up into his arms. She pressed close to him, her arms locking around his middle and her face into his shirt. They weren’t touching through clothing, but they were close enough.

After a moment Inej hitched herself up, and Kaz leaned against the docks’ railings as her legs closed in around his waist. He kept her wrapped around him, her face pressed into his collar. Her hair brushed his chin, and he held in a shiver. They stayed that way for a moment until she breathed into him, fogging up the air.

“Hello, Kaz.”

Kaz lowered his face into her hair, pressed his lips to the crown of her head. He wanted to be close to her. “Hello, Captain Ghafa.”

“I missed you,” Inej laughed into him, and Kaz pulled her face away from him and then to him again, until their foreheads were pressed together. With her lifted up a bit, they could see eye to eye. He couldn’t help himself. He was smiling like an absolute idiot. Curse you and all your saints, he thought.

“I missed you too,” he whispered, breathing a puff of air into her face. She laughed at that, and he smiled louder, and that was the end of it.

Kaz had planned out his first kiss with Inej to the moment. He’d take her back to the Slat and they’d sit on the roof and eat sweets and pop a bottle of champagne, and they’d be surrounded by flowers and candles—like his father used to do for his mother. He’d have Wylan set off fireworks at three in the morning, between the shadow and the soul, and then he’d kiss her. Eight years after he’d met her, he’d kiss her.

He'd never wanted something so terribly. He’d never fucked up his plans so royally. There, on Fifth Harbor, the place where they’d left on the defining voyage of their lives, the place where he’d carried her bleeding and then lost her, foreheads together, he pressed his lips to hers for the first time.

It was a dark night, and Kaz was grateful that nobody could quite see them, because he lost his mind after that. Inej pressed back after a moment, just their closed-mouths touching, and jumped off of him, touching her lips and smiling at him. There’s the laugh, Kaz grinned, and he felt as though he was a boy again. He hadn’t felt the waters. He felt as though he was Kaz Rietveld, as though his world and innocence hadn’t been stolen from him.

“I—” he started, then didn’t know what to say. Inej kept her arms around him.

“You really missed me, didn’t you?” she teased. Kaz almost turned red.

“I—I had a plan,” he breathed out. “I was going to—it was going to be different. I had wine and your favorite chocolates and irises—”

“White irises,” Inej laughed, and he scrunched his brow together and leaned down and pressed their foreheads together again.

“Yes,” he said crossly, “white irises.”

Inej looked up into his gaze, searchingly, as though she’d found salvation in a demon. And then she reached up to lay a hand on his face and stood on her tip-toes and kissed him again, lips to lips. “I think I love you, Kaz Brekker.”

He reached down and held her hand. “I know I do.”

It wasn’t what he’d thought, but it was just right.

#kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone #crooked kingdom #dee drabbles #dee writes #kanej fic

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adiabolikpastel · 3 years

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Title: Lunar Eclipse Masquerade

Karlheinz pt. 3

Rating: NSFW | PG-18

Word Count: 1,947

Pairing: Karlheinz x Skye (m/m)

ღ As the part unwinds, Skye is finally able to take a breath. Though maybe there is something else on Karl's mind, as the moons affects finally seem to reach him. ღ

Mun Yu: We did it! These are the last pieces of the LEM story. The end to our Lunar Eclipse. I hope that you have enjoyed the ride, and gotten to know the stories on this blog better! Tune in at the end of it all for Authors Notes!

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Despite what most people think, demonic beings are very social creatures. The elites hold countless balls and parties, celebrating their immortality together, and entertaining one another with stories. Typically, they are done in celebration for something – though this is not always the case. All types of beings from across the Demon Realm will come if the host is of high enough prestige.

There would be no such host if it was not for Karlheinz. Seated as the head of the Bat Clan (vampires), Karl’s reach spans far. Being the widow for the former Demon King’s daughter, and having children of the first blood, an invitation from the Vampire King is not one to refuse. Though why would you? In his immaculate castle within the Demon Realm, Eden Castle, it is always quite the spectacle. While the celebrations held in his Human World mansion are nice, nothing compares to a true night of pleasure within the true home of the King.

On this night, there was to be a Masquerade in honor of the first Lunar Eclipsed Moon in over two years. While this night may serve each species differently, the idea to celebrate its return was simply too tempting. For this reason, Karlheinz took it upon himself – or rather – his house, to host the event. This extended to his offspring as well, regardless of their personal agenda. Members of every social elite race accepted the offer, and gathered for a truly unforgettable evening

While he was sure others had a marvelous time at the event, Skye was exhausted. It was one thing to organize and watch something happen from afar. Being one of the hosts was completely different. There was never a moment of peace. At any time someone would come up to speak with Karl, and he would have to smile and pretend to be interested.

It was enough to just be seen and not heard. How did his wives ever deal with this? Then again, they were probably all bread for this kind of thing. After departing from Shu and his new bride, Karl had insisted on taking Ajax and his wife with him on a tour. But not before getting Burai – what were these three frat brothers?

To see Karlheinz in this light was rather amusing. Not that he was very different, but one could tell that the three men had a special bond about them. Perhaps that wasn’t something Skye could understand. He wasn’t too keen on the history here in the Demon Realm, but he did know that there used to be battles constantly. These three must have been allies through all of that. Or perhaps they were enemies which Karl subdued? Skye wasn’t sure which.

“And then, wouldn’t you know it, Meteo surprised us with a visit! It was glorious to see him! Xyander and Xylon met him for the first time. Hard to think they are already three and never met their brother. My son has been so busy – but Stevi and Helios were excited to see him. Little Onan was sleeping, but I am sure they are having a great time while we are away.” Ajax prattled on and on while they walked through the castle. Skye couldn’t help but roll his eyes, just how many kids did this guy have?!

“Dear, you speak of our children much too much. Your castle is beautiful as always, Karlheinz. Thank you again for allowing us the honor of visiting. Even if it was just to swoop away with our daughter.” His wife chimes, wearing a smile, but her words drip with venom.

Karl laughed slightly at her, Skye could tell that it was mostly in triumph. “Now Catalina, we both know that Ajax would never simply give away something so precious. Callista will be well taken care of, of that I assure you.” Karl offered her comfort, but it was more so in an attempt to get the matter dropped. He had won, there was no sense in her dwelling on the past.

“Honestly, the fuss you all make over children.” Burai finally speaks. “That is why you have them one at a time. Devote what you can, then move on.”

“That is an interesting stance, though, given your record my friend – I wouldn’t lead with it.” Karl states, in reference to Burai being not only his friend, but his ex-father-in-law.

“I would choose one child every century- millennia even - over the amount you both have.” The Demon shivered, disgusted by the idea it seemed. “They are simply a means to an end. We must produce them to preserve the line and power, but nothing more.”

“That is not true! My children bring me such joy! You cannot say that you feel nothing when you look at your son now!”

“I won’t comment on that.” Burai simply answers, as Ajax berates him with further justifications of his unending love for his offspring.

Skye walks quietly next to Karl while the demons talk amongst themselves. He was ready to retire for the evening, and as they came back into the ballroom, he was glad to see most of the guests had gone. Especially at least half of Karl’s sons – all that remained were Kanato, Shu and Reiji… wait! Was Reiji seriously trying to take Shu’s dance!?

“Well isn’t that quite the problem.” Karl muses beside him. “Seems those two just cannot get along.” Skye knew that this had to be part of a larger plan. Karl doesn’t simply do anything. There is always a motive.

“Callista my dear!” Ajax’s voice boomed from behind them, the large demon B-lining straight to his daughter. He did not seem upset by her daughter being in the arms of someone other than the man he had just left her with.

“It is still a mystery how that man became a Demon Lord.” Burai comments stepping up to Karlheinz. “He is a fool.”

“Some just have other reasons for fighting. He is plenty powerful to make up for the fool. Not to mention his wife does a fairly decent job keeping things in check.” He shrugs it off, watching the ever doting father collect his daughter. “What of you? Any plans I should know about for a future love affair?”

Burai scoffs, “My last child is still alive, so do not count on it.” He says, gesturing to someone. Skye looked in the direction, hoping it would be Alrick. To his surprise, a woman seemed to respond to the signal. She was dressed in a floor length gown, but not something fancy, something closer to a maid’s outfit really. Was this a familiar? Her appearance was almost human; very bland everything. There wasn’t even a demonic presence about her.

“You have summoned me, Lord Burai?” Whoever this was, they were most certainly a servant. Not looking up even slightly, that was some quality training.

“We are leaving.” Burai dictates, the young maid bowing and excuses herself. “You celebrations are nice, however, please do keep me off any intimidate affairs. I have little time to deal with such things.” Almost as quickly as he finished his sentence the strange woman was back, and helping him put on his coat. Perhaps she was a familiar.

“You are the last person I would want to have anything intimate with, my friend.” Karl waves off the demon lord, and escorts Skye to the head of the room. Skye looked back at the Snake demon to see if Alrick was going to show up.

Instead, he saw this supposed happy bachelor prude, actually link arms with the servant! What a hypocritical- oh god was that a kiss!? Skye couldn’t believe it. Even if it was on the hand, that ass hole. Giving everyone the ‘oh look at me – I’m all business. Big bad demon lord’. He couldn’t wait to tell Alrick about it later.

“You are quite distracted. I think that’s enough sharing you for one day.” Karl’s voice brings Skye out of his train of thought. “Come, we shall retire for the evening.” His voice was soft, as if he was purposely only allowing Skye to hear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to imply something, my king.” Skye knew that there was no way this night was not going to end without the two of them becoming intimate. Honestly he was pretty tired. Not to mention, it was his impression that the Bloody Moon was supposed to affect the bat clan. Here the night is over and Karl’s been the same. Rip off.

Karl laughed a little at Skye’s comment, “Haha, you know me too well.” He moves a hand around Skye’s waist, holding him close. Within moments the two of them were moved out of the ballroom and into their room. Well, this was the room they typically fooled around in. Skye knew this wasn’t Karl’s room – he actually doubted that the man slept at all.

Skye smiles up at Karl and moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge, crossing his legs. “I must say, that was fun being your little arm candy ~ I don’t think there was a single person who missed it.” That thought sent shivers up his spine. What a thrill it was to be seen. Not to mention seen by all those stuck up demons who would normally look down on him.

Karl watches Skye bask in the afterglow of their appearance. What a strange creature he was, actually wanting to be the center of the universe. Yet at this moment, Karl felt like that role suited Skye more than any other. “Yes, you were magnificent, my siren.” His praise seemed to affect him, as their eyes were soon looking over one another.

With a smirk on his face, Karl summoned his magic to disrobe the cape which was draped over his shoulder. Whilst he undid the buttons on his vest, and loosened the tie around his neck. “So well in fact,” He stepped out of his shoes, and allowed magic to take his discarded clothing off to be hung up. “I believe you deserve a reward.”

Skye was entranced by Karl’s mystical display. God it was always so hot to watch him strip. Way better than doing all that work himself. Just as Skye was about to do the same, Karl suddenly dipped down and knelt before him. “My King…?” Skye’s eyes widened. This man was not about to do something stupid, right?!

With a small laugh, Karl slowly started to take off Skye’s heels. “Your expression dictates you were thinking something absurd.” He softly kisses the top of Skye’s foot. “I am rewarding you for all the hard work you did for this night, not punishing you.” There was a hint of melancholy to his words.

Karl had no interest in submitting another to the role of his ‘wife’ again. The title was nothing but a front anyway. He had not loved anyone. Still loved no one. These ‘feelings’ for Skye - if they were love, Karl would have no idea. Their time together was an end to boredom alone. The means to a release. Though if that were completely true, Skye wouldn’t be as involved as he was with Karl’s professional life.

The boy was more than just his assistant here. In the Human World, he was even Tougo Sakamaki’s new face. People saw him more than they did the politician. Once Skye had finished school, he came onto the alias’ line of work, and began working as the personal secretary for the famed politician. Karl was sure that Skye would even be a nurse for Reinhert if he had asked.

Skye let out a soft mew in response to Karl’s gentle touches and kisses. This was new, he was never this gentle. It felt nice, especially since his feet were killing him from the heels. Beauty was so painful. He was happy that things were like this, how silly to think that Karlheinz would even consider a marriage. Well, it wasn’t like he honestly thought about it - it was more just the shock of him actually kneeling.

Though now that he got a good look - the sight of the Karlheinz was worshiping his feet. “Heh, my king~ I have to admit, mhmm, the sight of you down there… is really turning me on~” He says, moving his other foot to locate Karl’s groin.

Karl simply focuses on his task at hand. Slowly. Sweetly. Moving his lips up from Skye’s foot, up his leg. “Mm! My King… if you tease me so much I - ah!” Karl moves to just behind Skye’s knee - one of his biggest weak spots. Skye bites back another moan.

“Now that wont do.” Karl suddenly speaks and looks up at Skye. His eyes are full of desire. Hunger. Lust. “I want to hear you. Every sigh. Gasp. Moan. You will not hold anything back. In return, I shall spoil you. Every. Inch.” He smirks, wetting his lips, and picking up Skye’s other foot. “So. Be the beautiful siren you are meant to be. And submit yourself to my will.”

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dboliklover · 4 years

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Tainting The Angel So That She Falls: - Sakamaki Brothers

These ended up being long - typically for me - but since I’ve been a bit slow in pumping out content lately (*cough* here is a link to chapter 2 of my Yandere Zuko x Reader x Yandere Azula fic that has been occupying my time. Chapter 2 has links to both the Prologue and Chapter one at the start of it) I decided that I’d publish these seperately for each boy as I write them, and add links to the other boys’ headcanons as I write them. So far I have Shu and Reiji done. Will add Ayato’s, Laito’s, Kanato’s and Subaru’s shortly, I’m working on Ayato and Laito’s ones as I publish these.

Shu

You were a righteous angel. A high-ranking celestial presence amongst filth of the Earth

Everyone, including yourself, believed you were incorruptible. You were the perfect, ideal angel; one of God’s favourites, even.

The first time you met Shu was when he was a young boy. You had landed on Earth during a mission and fell in a forest near a village, where two young boys rushed over to you, asking if you were okay.

You noted one was a vampire but felt no malice from him - if anything he was even pure of heart for a being such as himself.

He was friends with a human child, too, so you figured that you wouldn’t even try to harm him. He was young, and perhaps there may be some good to come from him in the future.

They helped you, and then you assured them you would be well.

The vampire boy was on your mind for several days, but then you moved on with your existence onto other matters.

Seasons passed as fast as decades and you were back in the same place as you had been a century or two prior, this time having heard reports of “dark influences” across the town, you were tasked with helping a junior angel learn how to ‘take care’ of ‘demonic’ beings as her supervisor.

In order to do this, however, you soon found you’d have to “fit in” with the other humans - most notably - an academy for teenagers.

The idea was less than entertaining for you. The thought of pretending to be a 16-year-old Girl, to you, was...not ideal.

Still, you and your assigned lower-rank angel (who was basically your student, really) disguised yourselves as students to track down specific otherworldly beings and ‘destroy’ them.

The moment your eyes met with his, you knew who he was. He’d grown well, at least on a physical level. Then again it had been at least two centuries since you had last seen him when he was oh-so-tiny and young.

His eyes were tired - a tiredness of the soul, hardened by life.

You didn’t think he knew who you were, though.

It was bittersweet for you. You’d let him be when he was a child but now he had become a fully grown vampire - and your new task was to rid of him.

But you were dutiful, and so that was exactly what you were going to do.

Posing as a young teenage girl, you attempted to try to get close to him, it was no easy task; he couldn’t know you knew who - what - he was, and he couldn’t find out you weren’t a human.

With time and much effort, you managed to “get to know” him. Did you feel bad for lying about who you were? Perhaps a little, but it was in the name of the divine.

As time passed, it got harder to lie to him, not because he was more suspicious of your intentions but because you found yourself actually beginning to like him, feeling emotions that were certainly forbidden.

Any advances were ignored by you and you feigned innocence and naivety that you were none the wiser of his attempts. They weren’t exactly subtle - he had the filthiest of minds, you found. But with every month you spent on Earth befriending him, the harder it got for you to try and kill him - and his brothers.

What you couldn’t have expected was that he was going to trap you in your own web of lies. You were alone with him in the Music Room after almost an entire year on Earth. Your assistant angel was beginning to become worried - wondering why the two of you haven’t killed the vampires and moved on with your task, yet.

You assured her that time held little significance in the scale of things, but that was a lie towards the divine, now. The truth was you desired more time with him.

He was strange and unbecoming and yet you found yourself falling for him - disgusted by yourself for it. He was a creature of the dark, and you could never be. You reminded yourself of the fact you’d have to betray him.

And in the Music Room, you were as he slept by the windowsill. The two of you sat in silence, no words required, and with a burdened heart you pulled out your heavenly blade and stood carefully, ready to strike him while he was still docile. He was a tired individual, so you hoped to make this quick and that he wouldn’t fight back.

Just as you swiftly moved your arms down to strike him in the heart, his hand grabbed your wrist with bone-crushing tightness. He scoffed and opened on of his eyes, as though this was nothing more than a small annoyance.

“Did you actually think it would be this easy to kill me?”

His words tore through you and you desperately tried to get your wrist out of his grasp

“I know who you are, (Y/N).”

Freezing and wide-eyed you stared at him. He manoeuvred the blade from your hands so it fell onto the floor and pushed you away, then pulled you up only to pin you against the wall, glaring at you.

Tears welled in your eyes, and you found yourself unable to fight him; you didn’t want to hurt him.

He seemed to realise this, realise you could destroy him where he stood but you were emotionally unable to bring yourself to do it.

You were in love with him.

He kissed you. Bewildered you tried to push him back but then found yourself falling down into temptation, seduced by this gorgeous creature of sin.

It wasn’t until after the fact that you realised your mistake, but it was too late; your excellent pure wings that you’d been hiding in your human form revealed themselves by force, the glamour you held over them breaking. You gasped and wept in desperation was they rotted from a snowy white to a deathly black.

You have sinned.

And Shu wouldn’t have it any other way.

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He comes to, thrashing, in a room he does not recognize. For a moment, he sees dark stone and believes himself back in the Xuanjing bureau dungeon, but he isn’t there, cannot be there. The bed beneath his shoulders is more comfortable even than his own, blankets grey in the unlight and softer than anything he has ever touched. He pulls them closer around him, shivering, trying to push back the

Cold tearing into his flesh as he runs after Jingyan, but he is still standing, still here. He has not lost his one, stolen chance. Jingyan’s face is a mask of fury, and this is the iron will that carried them both out of hell, that bought every moment Mei Changsu has, but it will steal Jingyan’s last living breath and he will let it. he will throw his own life away, will destroy everything they have worked for, will die if Mei Changsu does not stop him.

He has been Mei Changsu for so long, and this body has known nothing else. He would say that he left Lin Shu behind in the underworld, but what rises in his throat now is not Mei Changsu’s measured scholar’s voice. This is the young general screaming commands on the battlefield. This is the younger cousin screaming after the brother of his heart. This is the entitlement of a child who has never been denied anything, screaming desperation at a god in his own garden. Jingyan stumbles to a halt He should be killed for this, executed on the spot for his disrespect, but that has never mattered and it does not matter now. He sees Jingyan give, just a little, and he knows that he has won.

The blankets don’t help. He cannot be cold in this place, in the underworld that knows neither season nor sensation, and yet he is. Jinling’s winter sinks her icy talons into his chest, closes her fist around his heart. His flesh is flayed open and screaming. He never brings this much pain to the underworld, and the idea of what must await him in his living body sends him reeling. Wei Zheng lives, and he made this trade knowingly and gladly. But there was always a cost.

Mei Changsu has spent the past several weeks waiting. Waiting through the long night for the new year, waiting for the Taihang thieves to report back. Waiting for Yan Que’s reply, and then for Yan Que’s signal. For Xia Dong’s acquiescence, for Gong Yu’s report. This process has required every piece of his skill, and all of the coalition that he has spent so long to build, but in the end required nothing of him personally. Even Jingyan, held at such a careful distance, had had his own role to play, his tightrope performance for the emperor, so counter to his nature.

Jingyan must be back in his palace by now. They are none of them out of danger yet, but the time of greatest risk is over. Xia Dong is well prepared, and Gong Yu is confident. Their own trap is set to spring. No matter what happens next, nothing irrecoverable can now be lost. With this in mind, Mei Changsu empties his house, and sets himself at the door to wait. It will not be long now.

Someone is watching him. Mei Changsu knows the feeling of eyes on him, the aura of power that settles over him like sunlight. He reaches for a clever word, but he cannot even open his eyes, much less speak.

The little black pill is smooth under his fingers. He can feel Xia Jiang’s eyes burning on the side of his face as he waits for his decision. He turns the pill again. At some point, Xia Jiang will break. Xia Jiang is accustomed to quick results. Mei Changsu is dead. He is accustomed to waiting.

The pill steals the light. It is as dark as the halls of death. He is caught in a rush of morbid curiosity. What harm can it do to his living, dead body? Will his flesh know poison, as it does not seem to know sustenance? Will it taste of anything other than the blood on his tongue? Will Lin Chen allow his second death? He has been promised the time he needs, but with Jingyan so close perhaps that promise is fulfilled.

He has apparently found the end of Xia Jiang’s patience. As he rolls the pill a final time, Xia Jiang’s hand closes on his wrist, lifting and twisting until he is caught on his knees. Every instinct in him screams to fight back, but this is not a body that fights. His indifferent, taunting words have made Xia Jiang fear him. The impotent clawing of his fingers will do nothing of the kind.

The pill is pried from his clenched fingers, but something else is happening. Xia Jiang’s grip shifts, untwisting his arm even as fingers press into the soft flesh of his wrist. It is not so painful as it was, but he cannot move, and there is something unnerving in Xia Jiang’s sudden stillness. The pill drops, forgotten to the floor. Mei Changsu raises his eyes. Xia Jiang stares down at him, wrist still clutched in his hand. There is a new kind of fear in his eyes.

There is a hand on the back of his neck. Mei Changsu shudders as relief flows through him like water. The ache is still there, clinging to his bones, but now he can open his eyes. He can even turn over. As expected, he finds Lin Chen leaning over him, the ends of his hair trailing to pool in the collar of Mei Changsu’s robes. His eyes are endless and unreadable. Mei Changsu lets his own eyes drop.

“How long have I been here?”

Lin Chen laughs, but he does not take away his hand, which now rests just at the juncture of Mei Changsu’s shoulder, thumb resting lightly on his throat. With the pain held at bay, Mei Changsu is able at last to give some consideration to their surroundings.

“Is this your bedroom?” The question tumbles rather stupidly from his lips, but he doesn’t have the energy to regret it. He had not thought Lin Chen slept at all, anymore than his guests did.

“So it would seem.” The wry, ironic twist of Lin Chen’s mouth reminds Mei Changsu rather forcefully of the beginning of their friendship, when Lin Chen was forever laughing at him for his living assumptions. He is quite certain, actually, that Lin Chen had laughed at him for assuming that he slept. So he does not sleep here, but then sleep is not all one might do in a bed.

Lin Chen’s hand is still curled against his shoulder. His eyes are endless and dark, watching his face. Mei Changsu closes his hand in the collar of those white, white robes and pulls him down and into a kiss.

He can feel the surprise in every line of Lin Chen’s body as their lips meet, but it only lasts a moment. Then Lin Chen’s hand trails up his throat to sink into his hair. His lips move with just the slightest hesitation, but they part as Mei Changsu presses forward, welcoming him in. His mouth tastes like solace.

#Nirvana in Fire #langya bang #Lin Shu #Mei Changsu #lin chen #xiao jingyan #new chapter sunday!#enjoy!

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barnesthesarge · 5 years

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A Bit Rusty

Shy!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky’s new to the team but doesn’t know how to warm up to you.

Warnings: swearing (the usual), angst, fluff!!

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The welcome ceremony of Bucky being a new Avenger was short, much to his liking. He was a changed man, a man who’d gone through many phases of life but still had plenty left. He was pleased to be in his current stage, finally feeling like he was righting his wrongs, and doing something meaningful with his time.

He was starting to like being social over the isolation he kept himself in Wakanda, and although he was constantly at Sam’s throat, the two were becoming friends. He was friends with Nat, and the two often cleaned their weapons together, and friends with Wanda who always had Vision around, and Tony even liked to joke with him. The only person Bucky was still wary of, was you.

You were never mean, and you certainly weren’t intimidating like Natasha, you were quite the opposite. Dorky and sweet, incredibly smart and very beautiful. You somehow managed to make Bucky lose his train of thought just by entering a room, of course you didn’t even know. You were absolutely oblivious to his little crush.

So when you entered the kitchen and Bucky stopped telling his embarrassing story about Steve, eyes fell on you. “Morning.” You smiled awkwardly, feeling scrutinized.

“Hi Y/N.” Sam stood up and followed you to the coffee maker.

“What were you guys talking about?” You asked with a tiny giggle as Sam kept trying to steal your coffee mug.

“Oh, Tin-man was just telling me an old war story of our stupid friend Steve.” You swatted his hands away and looked over his shoulder at Bucky, who watched you both with a tiny smirk.

“Tin-man huh? You let him call you that?” You teased Bucky and his smile dropped into a frown.

“I don’t need permission from him to do anything.” Sam took a sip of your coffee and cringed, “Ew, too sweet Y/N.” He sat back down and you leaned against the counter nervously.

“Are you guys doing anything fun today?” You asked and gulped down your coffee, turning around to make another cup.

“Not really, you?” Sam piped up, you saw him shoot a strange look at Bucky out of the corner of your eye.

“I think I might go to the library, it’s nice having these days off where I actually get to enjoy myself.” You chuckled, mixing creamer and sugar into your second cup.

“Hey, Bucky didn’t you say you needed to turn some books in? Why don’t you go with Y/N.” He suggested, you turned to look at Bucky who in turn looked at you with a terrified expression.

Bucky’s jaw went slack for a moment, “Actually I’m not finished with my books.” Sam frowned.

You took it as a hint, “Yeah, I’m gonna go, see you guys later.”

You placed your mug in the sink and rinsed it out, retreating to your room to think about how Bucky definitely hated you.

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The next rainy Sunday morning found you excited for the Avenger’s movie marathon. Last month it was Harry Potter, but today was Star Wars. It was a new thing Tony decided to implement, since now there was two old men on the team, and Natasha who never watched movies. Tony was even able to drag Peter to the marathons, who always brought good snacks to share with you.

“FRIDAY, close the curtains.” Tony called out, the blackout curtains slowly went down, “Everyone ready?” He asked, earning many yes’s.

“Wait, I need to go to the bathroom!” Clint whined and exited his blanket tent he built around him and Nat, chasing it to collapse. She grumbled angrily as he sprinted out of the room.

You were comfy between Steve and Sam, Bucky on the other side of Steve. You shared a blanket with Steve and used his shoulder as a pillow. “Oh, while we wait, here’s your candy Y/N!” Peter tossed some chocolate and some skittles to you.

You gasped, “thank you Pete! If I could I’d hug you.” Peter grinned, nodding while Clint stumbled back into the room and rebuilt the fort.

Tony sat down and started The Phantom Menace, sitting beside Peter and stealing some of his candy. You relaxed into Steve and watched the movie, eating some Skittles and slyly giving some to Sam.

You were just getting to the middle of Revenge of the Sith when you started to fall asleep. It wasn’t intentional, because you loved the Star Wars Prequels the most. Steve was just so warm and comfortable you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t even hear him whisper to Bucky: “Hey, can you switch me spots? I’m dying of a heat stroke over here.” Bucky obliged and Steve leaned you onto Sam’s shoulder.

You noticed the difference in a couple minutes and grumbled, switching back to Steve’s side. You figured Steve had changed his position, because suddenly he smelled better and was even comfier than before. You wrapped your hand around his bicep and the other around his forearm and fell right back to sleep.

“Sam.” You heard the urgent plea and opened your sleepy eyes, you looked up at Bucky who looked down at you nervously, Sam pulled you off Bucky and onto his shoulder instead and Bucky left the room.

A sad sigh escaped your lips and you leaned against Sam, Peter left the room so Tony paused the movie. “Quick break time, Y/N wake up.”

You groaned and went into the kitchen for another soda, Bucky was talking to Peter in a hushed voice and Peter nodded at him, mouthing ‘sure of course Mr. Bucky’ and he walked up to you.

“Y/N can I sit next to you?” He asked, “Ned is really into these movies but I’m not, maybe you can teach me more about them!” You looked up and saw Bucky gauging your reaction.

“Of course Pete, lets make some popcorn.”

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You woke up early and decided to make breakfast for everyone, quietly tiptoeing through the hallway into the kitchen. It was seven am, just thirty minutes until everyone was awake.

You lined bacon on tinfoil and set it on a timer in the oven, and then started on French toast that would later have fruit and cream cheese topping. At 7:25 you started the coffee maker and then waited. Like clockwork Natasha and Sam both came into the kitchen, Sam sporting a childish-grin.

“Good morning Y/N.” Sam dove right into making himself a plate, pressing an appreciative kiss to your cheek, while Natasha waited patiently.

“Thank you Y/N.” The redhead bumped her hip onto yours softly and made her plate, taking a quick bite of her bacon before she settled at the table.

The elevator beeped and Steve and Bucky got off, “Ooh, what’s this?” Steve peered over your shoulder, “I’m so glad I just worked out.” He grabbed a plate and handed one to Bucky who stood hesitantly to the side.

“I’m not really hungry.” He mumbled, pouring himself coffee.

Steve shot him a bewildered look, “You we’re just begging me to call it quits because you were starving, don’t be bashful and eat.” He demanded.

You made your own plate and sat down, ignoring the sting. Bucky didn’t bother putting anything besides blueberries on his French toast with two pieces of bacon. He sat as far away from you as he could.

Later, Clint came out and ate greedily, while Sam somehow convinced him to wash everyone’s dishes. You let Clint take yours while Tony strutted in to make more coffee.

“Wait who made French toast?” He asked, Steve replied saying you did and he smiled. “Angel Y/N, what would we do without you.” He patted your head affectionately as he passed by.

“Does this mean I have another dish to clean?” Clint groaned, “Wait! I wasn’t even the last to eat now! Tony is! No fair!” Clint stomped out of the room dramatically.

“Y/N, what’re you doing today?” Steve asked.

“Nothing, I figured I’d make everyone breakfast to say I did something.”

“Would you like to go window shopping around Brooklyn with me and Bucky?” He offered and Bucky stiffened in his heat.

“Oh that sounds lovely, but I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense, we’d both love if you went.” You nodded.

“Alright, when do you want to leave?” Steve gave you his signature smile and said in an hour.

You rushed to go change and shower, and once you were done you went to go tell Steve you were ready. His door was a crack open, you raised your fist to knock anyways but stopped when you heard loud voices.

“—Well I don’t want her going!” Bucky growled, “You said this was for me! I can’t believe you would invite her when clearly it’s the last thing I’d want.”

“Buck, come on! You just need a push in the right direction, remember? Those were your words just this morning!” You peaked to see flailing arms and Bucky’s upset expression.

“Yeah well I didn’t mean invite her to witness my episode of seeing what Brooklyn has become over the course of 70 years! You’re an asshole. I don’t even want to go! You guys go.” He grumbled, poking his metal hand into Steve’s chest aggressively.

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna keep brooding? Whatever Bucky, see how far it gets you.” Bucky went to step out of the room and turned back to face Steve.

“I don’t want her around me Steve. I can’t make this clear enough. The only thing she ever does is make me uneasy. Have fun in Brooklyn.” The door opened all the way and Bucky froze, seeing the tears in your eyes and how deflated your posture was.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to list—I’ve tried to make you like me..I’m sorry.” You stepped back before he could see you crying and went straight into your room.

You couldn’t get the horrible image of his shocked face, knowing that you heard his angry tirade about you. You sank against the door and cried for a long time. You hadn’t been disliked in so long, and you hated how sensitive you were.

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After a long day and night of refusing to leave your bedroom, even for dinner, you slept in until nine. You wondered just how long you were willing to isolate yourself, when there was a knock on your door.

You walked in front of the door, “Yeah?” You spoke into the intercom.

“Can I come in?” Steve asked, you clenched your jaw and opened the door.

Steve came in and shut the door behind him, sitting down on your bed. You crossed your arms and sat down next to him. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“It’s not like you were the one talking about not wanting to be around me.” You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You realize you only got a snippet of that conversation right?” You shrugged. “I didn’t mean to leave my door open in the first place, but Bucky came in yelling so I got distracted. You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Yeah it makes a difference whether he says it behind closed doors or somewhere I can hear it right?” You stood up and paced away from the bed.

“That’s not what I mean Y/N.” You looked at Steve, who held a strangely guilty expression. “Look, Bucky..he’s a bit rusty with uh..” Steve licked his lips, “ladies.”

“What on earth are you going on about Steve? Barnes talks to Nat and Wanda just fine! He doesn’t have to like me Steve. I just wish that you would stop making excuses for him. Maybe it’s good I heard what I heard so I can stop trying so hard to be his friend!” You spat.

“Woah woah Y/N. Not trying to make excuses, look he doesn’t see you the same way he sees Natasha or Wanda. He’s friends with them but with you—“

“He doesn’t like me.” You finished for him, “Of course he doesn’t see me the same way.” You moved to stare out your window and bite at your lip upset.

“He actually likes you, like a lot.” Steve stood up and walked to stand beside you, “Bucky always asks about you, he always tries to secretly stare at you. He’s just so bad at admitting he likes the way you try to include him even though you don’t know him. And he doesn’t know how to flirt anymore, because that man died from falling off a train.” You looked at Steve weirdly, who was now watching you with a clouded stare.

“Steve?” You waved a hand in front of his face, squinting at him, “That’s kind of weird you know all that about Bucky.”

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I can tell you about how he can’t stop thinking about when you fell asleep on his shoulder during Star Wars. Or how he likes that you read a lot too, he also tries to figure out what you’re reading to try and get to know you, and—“

“Steve what the hell.” You stepped away from him, “You’re overstepping way too much. You’re acting weird.”

“Listen to me Y/N, Bucky said he doesn’t even deserve to be close to you because of all the shit in his past, maybe that’s why—“

“Stop talking.” You growled, “If Bucky wanted me to know he would tell me, this is wrong Steve.”

“I guess you’re right, but see Bucky does want you to know, let me just..” He reached up and pulled off one of Tony’s prototypes for hologram disguises, and you felt energy course into your hands to defend yourself from whoever was using Steve’s face to get in your room to kill you.

Except under the mask was Bucky, with his hair pulled into a bun, an anxious expression on his face. He scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry I just didn’t think you’d let me in if..” he looked into your Y/E/C eyes and froze for a moment until he looked away, “If you saw that it was me.”

You pulled the energy back into your hands and got out of your defensive stance, you turned away and crossed your arms again. “What the fuck.” You mumbled.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t know how to treat a crush anymore and I also don’t know what dating is like now...I just figured maybe—“

“Just shut up.” You turned back to face him and he immediately looked away, “Look at me.” You demanded.

Bucky’s shoulders went rigid, “I’m sorry.” He said again, he tapped his foot anxiously, “I’m not the man who fought alongside Captain America... Definitely not the one who gets the girl anymore.”

“Bucky, you realize that if you just, I don’t know, talked to me then we could’ve become friends, and I’d be more than willing to help you?” Bucky’s eyes dropped to the floor again, “Stop looking away you’re driving me crazy. This is all so sudden! And crazy! Why—“

“Because I didn’t know what else to do!” His eyes clamped shut, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell.” He opened his eyes again and stepped closer to you, “I have no idea what I’m supposed to do about this.” He gestured between you two.

“There isn’t a this Bucky.” You shook your head, “I would’ve helped you figure it out too.”

“Would’ve.” You heard the disappointment in his voice and wanted to kick yourself. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“Quit it, just—sit down.” Bucky sat on the bed while you paced back and forth in thought, “You’re telling me this entire time you pushed me away and blew me off because you didn’t know how to flirt with me?”

Bucky nodded slowly, “I just can’t believe you didn’t notice. Everyone has been teasing me about it since forever, and that’s why Sam and Steve always try to push us together.”

“Maybe you should’ve listened.” You fidgeted your hands.

“Yeah I know, but I don’t even know how to act around you. You’re something else Y/N. I’ve never met anyone like you, you’re so beautiful and so smart, and sweet to everyone, and I’ve seen you take bullets for the team—I just wanted to...” His eyes fogged up, “I just wanted you to be my girl.” Bucky didn’t even look into your eyes, “But between all the things I’ve done and my inexperience with dames, I know I’d never get far.”

“You haven’t even tried.” Bucky looked up at you sadly.

“Can I try now?” Bucky had a strange-almost pleading sound to his voice.

“Well according to you—and Steve—you have no idea what you’re doing, so how are you gonna try Bucky?” He blushed.

“I’m gonna ask around. And I’m gonna research it online, maybe I’ll go to the library and see if they have dating manuals.” He missed your silent laugh.

“Bucky you’re killing me, did you really just suggest a dating manual?” Bucky looked at you self consciously, “Why don’t you and I just go to the library together, and we can actually talk, and get to know each other.” You suggested and he beamed.

“Yes! Okay, Y/N lets go on a date!” You rolled your eyes, “Okay yeah I went too far on that one, Y/N, lets go hangout at the library.”

“That’s better. Just..don’t ever dress up as Steve again.”

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Six months later you and Steve were in the kitchen making cupcakes for everyone, he bumped his hip on yours and smirked, “So you and Bucky have been getting pretty close.”

You huffed, “And? What about it?” You cracked an egg and levitated a stray shell out, tossing it in the garbage, while Steve began mixing it.

“He seems really happy s’all. Are you guys getting serious?” He asked, his curious protectiveness kicking in.

You leaned against his shoulder and smiled to yourself so he wouldn’t see, “Yes.”

Steve dropped his big spoon in the bowl and turned you to face him, “Y/N, please tell me you aren’t going to—“

“Steve quit it, he’s not your baby, or your bitch. I’m not going to hurt him.” He nodded.

“Do you want to marry him?” He questioned innocently.

You blushed, “Why do you want to know? Did he put you to this?”

“No Y/N, I just want to know.” He stammered.

“I don’t think Bucky is ready for marriage.” Steve stirred the batter thoughtfully for a moment.

“Have you asked him?” He looked at you with a tiny smile.

“Why would I ask him that?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, “I think someday we could get married, but for now I just want to live in the present. I love Bucky, but it’s just one day at a time, ya’know?” Steve nodded.

“For what it’s worth, he’s never been stable with a dame, so something tells me he wants to marry you t—“ Steve walked into the kitchen and the Steve mixing the bowl froze.

The Steve that walked into the kitchen stared before getting ready to attack, but the one mixing quickly pulled off his mask and you sighed. “Bucky what the hell?!” Steve growled, smacking him on the arm harshly.

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t pretend to be Steve anymore.” You whined, “Why are you asking me abou—oh my god.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows and Bucky blushed a dark crimson.

“I’m so confused..” Steve eyed you both carefully, “Is there something you guys want to share?” He started to smirk.

“Steve get out.” You ordered and he sighed and left the room, “Bucky is this your way of asking me—“

“Doll I just wanted to see if you would ever be willing to get married, just wanted to see if I got the right girl on my arm..” The door opened again and Steve grinned like a child.

“Wait, you were borrowing my face to see if Y/N would marry you?! Holy shit! Y/N please tell me—“ Bucky shoved him back out the door and you giggled.

“Bucky I’m lucky to have you, and I love you, but I promise that if you ever decide to dress as Steve to ask me an important question like that again I’ll destroy you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him slowly.

“So the answer is someday?” Steve had his head popped in the doorway.

“Yeah.” Bucky replied and kissed you again, causing the door to shut quickly with a cheer, and Steve’s footsteps running to Sam’s room. “Next time I might have to be Natasha just so you’re not onto me.”

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A/N: Hehe I hope you guys liked this one, it was super fun to write. Anyways I wanted to end this by saying I’m headed off to college on Sep 20th and after that I’m not sure how often I’ll update, but since writing is like ,, my biggest passion, hopefully as often as possible. That being sad, college is expensive so if you wanna support me, my ko-fi is in my bio (-; all my taglists and requests are open! 💜

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emjenwrites · 5 years

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Written for @zoyanazyalenski‘s Zoya Week. Day six (27.07): romantic entanglement. I’m sorry for posting so late in the day. I wish I had an excuse, but I’ve just been failing at being productive all day.

This Nikolai/Ehri engagement is almost ridiculously angsty so of course I’m into it. Enjoy. :)

Zoya paused just inside the doorway of Nikolai’s chambers to watch the trio of simpering noblemen finish dressing him. It was a bizarre sight. Nikolai had dressed himself for as long Zoya had known him and probably would have done the same today as well, if it wasn’t such a grave social error for the king of Ravka to dress himself on his wedding day.

Nikolai looked up and saw her. Carefully, he disentangled himself from the noblemen. “Thank you so much for your help,” he said in his smoothest politician voice. “But I believe Commander Nazyalensky needs to speak to me for a moment. You may leave.”

The noblemen simpered and bowed for almost five minutes before they left. Finally the grand doors swung closed behind them and Zoya and Nikolai were left alone together.

They stood separated by the width of the room, staring at each other, neither of them quite knowing what to say. There was a distance between them now that there had not been before, not during the early years of Nikolai’s reign, not during their time in the Fold. No, the distance was new and it was insurmountable.

“Well,” Nikolai said after what felt like an unfathomable amount of time. “Is everything going alright?”

“We’ve only had to escort two people out for public drunkenness too rowdy to be acceptable,” she said. “I’m sure the number will rise as the day goes on.”

“It just has to stop at twenty-five and I’ll be a happy man,” Nikolai said. His tone was light and laughing. If Zoya hadn’t known what a good actor he was she would never have considered whether he was anything but excited for his wedding, as it was she wasn’t sure he wasn’t actually excited. “What’s your bet?”

Tamar had started a betting pool about how many drunk people would have to be escorted out over the course of the wedding festivities. “I didn’t place a bet,” Zoya said. She hadn’t had the heart to do it, which had worried Tamar especially since Zoya was pretty sure the bet was entirely meant to cheer her and Nikolai up.

“Oh,” Nikolai said. For a second he looked crestfallen then his mask settled in place again. “Well, then you should make sure that only twenty-five people get escorted out so I can win.”

“I’ll do my best,” Zoya said, her voice flat.

Nikolai just looked at her for a moment then he turned on his heel and strode to the window and stared out it, hands clasped tightly behind his back. “You know,” he said. “When I was gallivanting around the high seas as Sturmhond we had a cook who liked to hand out advice unasked. Once he told me that getting cold feet was the easiest way to tell that you shouldn’t be marrying someone in the first place.”

Zoya crossed the room to stand before the window, next to him but separated by a few feet. “Are you?” she asked. “Getting cold feet?”

“I don’t know,” Nikolai said. “Kind of hard to tell if your feet were never warm in the first place.”

“This was your idea,” Zoya said.

“Not originally.”

“No, but you chose Ehri.”

“I did,” Nikolai agreed. “You’ve never told me how you feel about that.”

Horrible, absolutely horrible. But that wasn’t what he was asking. She shrugged trying to seem nonchalant. “I don’t think we could have found a match that was completely risk free, but this marriage most likely will solve our Shu Han problems as long as Ehri doesn’t decide to do something drastic.”

“I don’t think she’ll try to kill me if that’s what you’re suggesting,” Nikolai said. “She’s not stupid. She knows that if anything happens to me she’ll be on the top of the triumvirate’s list of suspects, and--though she won’t admit it--I think she knows marrying me is the only way to keep from meeting a sticky end of her sister’s making.”

“I know,” Zoya said. “This is going to work.”

“It has to,” Nikolai rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Just tired,” Nikolai said. “I barely slept last night.”

“You know you can’t sleep tonight,” Zoya pointed out. The monster had been subdued in recent weeks, but Zoya suspected that said more about Nikolai’s strength of will than anything else, especially since they were still chaining him up at night on his request. Since they obviously couldn’t chain him up or drug him into oblivion on his wedding night, the only precaution they could take was for him to simply not sleep.

“I’m not going to fall asleep,” Nikolai said after a moment. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Forgive me for being worried about you dozing off and then turning into a bloodthirsty monster and eating your bride,” Zoya snapped. Perhaps she’d intended it to be something of a joke, a line of their old banter, but it came out brittle.

She and Nikolai stared at each other for a stretching moment then, almost as one, they looked to the ornate clock affixed to the wall counting down the seconds until the wedding would begin. They had minutes.

“Nikolai-” she said, uncertain about what she was going to say.

“Zoya-” he said at the exact same time.

And then one or both of them had closed the space between them and they were kissing. It was not a particularly gentle kiss; it was rough and desperate. They clutched at each other, their hands tangling in their carefully arranged hair and clothes. It was a kiss that tasted of loss and regret and finality. Nikolai would not cheat on Ehri, regardless of how he felt about her, and even if he would, Zoya refused to be the other woman. This was their first kiss and their last, and they both knew it.

Eventually they ended up just clutching each other. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder and he did the same--he had to bend over a little, but she wasn’t that much shorter than he was. They did not speak; there were no words for this. They simply stood, breathing each other in. Nikolai was wearing a different kind of cologne so he didn’t smell like himself, the realization was like a knife to the guts.

Someone rapped sharply on the door. They jerked back to the real world and leaped apart. Zoya was full of raging, spiraling emotions. She wanted to punch something or scream. Maybe even burst into tears.

“Yes?” Nikolai called, his voice rough. He looked as fragile as Zoya felt. It was one of the only times Zoya could recall seeing him without any mask at all. He ran both hands through his hair, messing it up even more than Zoya had.

“It’s time to leave,” Tamar called. She didn’t open the door, providing them both with a small but invaluable amount of privacy. “But I can stall for a couple more minutes if you need me to.”

“Stall,” Nikolai said. He still hadn’t managed to get his voice under control. “Thank you, Tamar.”

They listened to Tamar’s footsteps fade as she hurried away, no doubt leaving Tolya standing outside the door. Zoya looked into one of the room’s full-length mirrors. The updo Genya had put in her hair was ruined, but Genya rarely used products if she could help it. Zoya could pull the pins out and brush it out before the wedding started and none of the audience would be any wiser. “You should fix your hair,” she told Nikolai, her voice was as rough as his. “I’m going to go fix mine.”

“That sounds good,” Nikolai said. “I’ll-” He paused, rethought whatever he had been about to say. “That’s good,” he repeated.

They stared at each other, each waiting for the other to say something, but there was nothing to say here. Nothing at all.

After what felt like forever, they both nodded seemingly as one, then Zoya turned and left the room before something happened to make it even harder.

#zoyaweek #the nikolai duology #king of scars #zoya nazyalensky #zoyalai #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x zoya #fanfic #mine

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lexiy-dreyar · 4 years

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baby bean birthday~ (prt1 maybe idk)

words: 1361

characters: ivey, el, amaniz, phe, vivi, sinwa, lexiy, star, void,nkita, monos, chara, ???

t/w:none

a/n:yeah sorry for posting this late i’ll add the art later

Amaniz hummed happily as she eats her breakfast as her mother did her hair, she looked to the side seeing the blue-haired bear walk-in “hey uncle nkita how are you today?!” she asked cheerily “eheh im doing well im gonna go visit void” and star tod-” he was cut off by his brother “star?! Your gonna visit her?” he asked excitingly “yeah you both wanna join?” nkita asked “hmmm can I mom?” she looked up at her mother “yeah sure we’ll all visit her” the blonde agrees “yay!” amaniz cheered running up to her room to get dressed

“You ok lex?” nkita sat next to her “yeah im fine…..just….thinking” she sighs into her hands “have you slept?” he asked “no…” “have you eaten?” “...bearly…” “have you drunk water?” “...kinda?.....” nkita frowned at her answers “lexiy...you have to take care of yourself if not for your ideals but for amaniz” he sighed helping her into her wheelchair “I will just need to know a few things before im sure I can get back into the swing of things” she smiled “Ok let’s go!” amaniz smiled as she started pushing her mother’s wheelchair

They all walked to the sixth floor into the room “knock knock” Monos peaked in seeing a sleeping void and still under intensive care star. They walked in “hey uncle voiiiid wake up” amaniz harshly shook him pouting “hmmm….” he pulled amaniz onto him “soft..” he smiles softly making the small girl laugh “uncle it’s me! Time to go” she booped him “uh? WAIT-” he shot up flinging the young girl off the bed “oof!!” “wait it’s May 16?! I get to leave to celebrate her birthday yay!!” he cheered like a little kid “eheh has star woken up yet?” Monos asked “umm yes she did actually it wasn’t for long but she did laugh at one of my jokes-” Monos rushed over to stars sighed “you look like your getting better” he smiled softly as lexiy frowned “is something wrong?” amaniz asked her mother “yeahh... I know I was first to clock out then void but there were only two monsters left and when I clocked out I took down the second one and im sure void easily bet the last before he got flicked…...but star is as powerful as me so even she could have finished it off….and she took the least amount of damage...which means she was using her magic power for something else….presumably to keep me and void breathing before back up arrived….and yet” she was cut off by Monos “she’s still low on magic power which isn’t normal...if she had an anti-magic tumour they would have told us about it” he rubbed his chin

“Looks like we got our selves a mission~” void smirked looking at lex making her smirk “yeah~” “Heyyyyy!!! It’s my birthday can we go to my party now?” amaniz whined “im sorry sweetie lets go~” lexiy cheered “hm” void was helped up by void “eheheheh i finally get to go outside again” (2021 mood) void smiled “you guys go on ahead I’ll stay here for a bit” Monos pulled up a chair “OKI! We’ll be at the beach house!” nkita called out as the group left the room.

“Woooow look at her big cousin what happened?” he heard the hellish voice of his little cousin “this is the love of my life sadly hurt because of my incompatibility to protect her” he mumbled “oh you fool its so obvious why this year was so tough,” she said annoyed “you d-” he looked behind him then noticed she was gone “damm...come on Monos use your brain,” he told himself before hearing the tv switch on “breaking news emergency request for guild wizards to help solve the recent town massacres. But with are powerful wizards out of commission we are calling out to any willing wizards to guard the following cities!” the news anchors voice rang through his ears “the wizard saints are out?...wait job season is for every wizard alive that’s in a guild or group which means…” his eye widen “you finally noticed with job season being impeccable hard for everyone so that mea-” he was cut off by his phone ringing “huh” he picked it up “Hello?” he answered “mono dude you’ve been at the hospital for almost an hour you good?” void asked his voice coming through his phone “oh I’ll be there soon hold on” he hung up. He looked back at star then looks back at the tv before picking up his bag and rushing out the hospital.

Amaniz gently hugged ivey “I am no regretting giving you those hug coupons” he groaned as she hugged him tighter “eheheh deal with it ivey” phe smirked as she had a slice of cake ‘you kids are so cute too bad’ they all looked at amaniz “did you say something?” el asked “hmm? What no I didint..did I??” she panicked sightly “no I dont think so” vivi mumbled “oh well movie time!!” amaniz cheered as the other kids joined her cheer before crowding around the tv.

Nkita smiled upon the seen thinking back to when something similar happened- flaaasshhhhhhhh back by like id years-

He slowly woke up to the soft snores of his brother and little cousin. He slowly sat up hearing the soft crackling of the fire “hmm..chara? What’s up?” he slowly crawled out sitting next to the white-haired demon “I dont know what to get for your cousin for her birthday….” she frowned making him laugh “ a flower would do fine..she loves them” he pat her shoulder “you sure?” she looked at him nervously “yeah of course” he smiled before shu hugged him “oh thank you nkita!” she smiled softly, the bluenette blushed before gently running his fingers through her Pure white hair, soft purrs slowly turning into soft snores. -~~~~- “Hey i called that snack” phe tried to grab ivey “too slow bitch” he taunted snapping nkita out his memories “eheh you kids have fun ok?” nkita yawned “where are you all going?” el asked “we have to go check on a few things you guys stay here ok?” lexiy ordered as they left.

…

“So do we sneak out”ivey sat up “negative” vivi glared at him “oh come ne were in the magic part of town! We should explore the forest” phe smirked using her creepy voice. Making el cling to the birthday girl “i-i dont think we s-” “only for an hour” amaniz slimed wanting a little danger for her birthday “ok so how do we get out” ivey said ignoring sinwas and el’s protests. “Follow me!” amaniz chimed as she walked upstairs the others right behind her “my mom’s room~” amaniz opened the door revealing the blonde dragonslayers bedroom “oh wow...less sluttier then i thought it’d b-” amaniz smacked him “shush you!” she glared “any way we can climb out her window, and get into the forest!” she explained to her boring magicless friends

“I-i dont think we should i-it seems like a bad idea” el chimed in with vivi and sinwa nodding in agreement “you scaredy cats we’ll be back in an hour vivi time us ok?” phe pouted before climbing down the window the other following in suit.

Much to phe and Ivey’s disappointment there weren’t any magic monsters “g-guys I think we should-” “split up! Great idea” phe an ivey interrupted him making the young boy cry inside slightly “i dont know about splitting up this place could be a death trap for all I know” amaniz warned “pfftt you, big baby, you just dont know how to have fun” ivey smirked at her “well I thi-” crunch-, a loud crunch scared the group making them all jump “w-w--w-w-w-w--wwait was that,” el said in fear clinging to sinwa “oh its just this” ivey shoved amaniz out the way picking up a small necklace with the ying-yang on it “oooo pretty” phe smiled at it “we should return into its owner you cretens” vivi scowled as ivey mimicked her. Amaniz slowly picked up the necklace…..

#to be continued #ivey selbon #vivi tatumi #el zxorc #phe annotomi #sinwa multy #amaniz drayer #amaniz's friends #lexiy drayer #star drayer #void-senpai #nkita #monos #???#fairy tail oc #fairy tail oc's #oc #oc birthday #birthday fic

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dreamingsushi · 5 years

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Before we get married - Episode 1

Before I start my recap of this episode, let me mention that it is not the first time I watch it! I first had a look at it a few weeks ago with a friend and I must say it was quite a weird experience. Anyways. Whan I saw the previews of the drama, I was quite intrigued by it because the theme and the plot seemed a little bit different from what we are used to and I thought it would be interesting to watch. We’ll see from now on.

The first episode starts slowly by outlining for us the characters. On one side, we have Chu Kehuan, apparently a very successful business man, while on the other side we have Zhou Weiwei, your average white collar it seems. Both main characters have their first encounter in and out of a cab. Zhou Weiwei is hurrying out of the car while Chu Kehuan is trying to get in. On her way to meet some director, Zhou Weiwei bumps into a kid on a skateboard and spills the whole content of her purse including the taxi bill. Since she needs to keep it to get reimbursed by her company, she runs after it. That little piece of paper does have a will of its own as it flies from left to right back and forth. Naturally, it’s Chu Kehuan that picks it up for her and as a quite arrogant little rich guy, he makes fun of her.

There, I’m already a little bit disappointed : the male lead is a rich little jerk and the female lead is scrapping every penny to live. I wish we wouldn’t have the rich-poor pattern, even though I don’t think Zhou Weiwei is poor, from her apartment and job I guess she would be from the middle class.

Destiny could have stopped her magic right there, but after they part and Chu Kehuan get in the cab, he finds Zhou Weiwei’s red planner. Instead of asking the driver to wait and to get off the car a few seconds to hand it back, he keeps it. That scene is really weird. It’s like “Oh! A planner! Nice, I’m going to keep it!” Maybe Chu Kehuan is just a really indifferent person?

Well not when it comes to his work and his opponent. Apparently Chu Kehuan is the run for a CEO position against Shu Mingge, another investment expert I believe. To build up the tension, we have then getting set up in their office, as if going on the finals on a box-ring. I think the whole preparation could have been edited out, it’s a waste of time.

We switch right away, before knowing who is going today’s big bet, to another office filled with overexcited workers trying to buy some camera that’s at a really good price. Nice product placement there! This scene is to introduce another character though and probably the most boring character ever : doesn’t own a credit card, believes cellphone is enough to take pictures, paper money is better than virtual money. I think we have here a guy very much in love with money.

Better news! That office is also Zhou Weiwei’s office and boring guy... Well it’s obviously her boyfriend. While on the bus, previously which I didn’t mention, she texted him, saying she wanted to meet with him after work. He answered : “Even though today is a week day that we are not appointed to meet, I also want to see you.” I can’t stand the guy already. He is a bore.

Up till now, it seems I really hate that show... Well it only has been 12 minutes, maybe it’s going to get better!

Another little scene of the competition between Chu Kehuan and Shu Mingge. Chu Kehuan is obviously losing with the value of the stocks he invested in going down, but he looks quite confidente still. Pass.

Good. Zhou Weiwei finally realizes that she lost her planner. She goes to her roommate asking about it. Han Kefei really is portrayed as a sex-addict. Earlier in the morning, she’s showering with a guy that slept over, now she’s in a conference room trying to seduce (it looks a lot more like she’s forcing him to be there though) an employee. Shouldn’t a manager like that be fired? Why is she doing this in the conference room? Why is she so violent about it? I mean, what is happening there... Abusive boss in every way and Zhou Weiwei just tells her “you even eat what’s raw.” I know they are roommate, but shouldn’t she report her to high ups? I really don’t understand a thing about this. Why is everybody so abnormal?

Again to the competition, Shu Ming gets cocky and naturally, that is when his stocks start dropping as Chu Kehuan’s are climbing higher. No big surprise. Lots of shocked faces, lots of slow motions to show the face expressions. And finally, Chu Kehuan looks human and he waves his fist for victory. So unlike him, but thanks for the effort for not being too sure of yourself.

And what better to celebrate this big win than playing tennis with a friend! I must agree with you, being a CEO is the best. Money making wise. Workload wise, I can’t say. And is anywhere better than the locker room to look through Zhou Weiwei’s planner? He says he’s looking so he can find her, but by the way he’s flipping through, he’s going way too much in detail. Her name and phone number are probably on the first page... Ah, no, her business card is a the bottom of the planner. Good job. I must remark here that it looks like a bullet journal and I really love that because I love bullet journaling myself. Bonus point for the bujo.

Well it seems Zhou Weiwei has a really bad memory and that’s why the planner is so important to her. During her meeting, she can’t open the ppt for her project because she doesn’t remember the password for it. The meeting is about to be cancelled when she is called by... no one else but Chu Kehuan! So nice of him to bring the planner to her at her office building. Not nice of him to try to hit on her. Is it true that in western country, inviting somebody for coffee means you want to hook up? To me it has always been a way to thank somebody for something they did for me. I don’t know, maybe I should change my thanking methods... Well, let me tell you that we are going for another love-hate relationship. No clichés. But at least, the meeting is saved.

So on her date with her boyfriend, she is clearly embarrassed by how cheap he is. Then a collegue pass by the street and the try to hide : turns out it’s forbidden to date somebody from the company. What a crappy rule : where do you expect your workers to find their partner if not at work? Anyways. It’s their three year anniversary, they are happy and the best way to celebrate is... by scanning old receipts to see if they can win some money. Haha, Weiwei’s face is so funny, how romantic. She definitely hates that her boyfriend is so cheap. I can’t believe she still puts up with him. Well at least it’s to buy a house together, I guess he is serious about her at some point.

Oh... I totally forgot. The guy started dating her because on their first date, she paid her part of the meal they had together. Darling, dump him. This is so cringy, it’s not romantic.

Her three year anniversary gift? A cup he bought with points he saved... CHEAP. CHEAP. CHEAP. And when she wants to stay the night, he says no because it’s not Saturday and they agreed they would spend the night together only on Saturday. DUMP HIM. I know she most likely will somewhere in the future, but it’s already taking too much time...

At least she is unhappy with it so after she leaves she goes to a solo KTV. I so want to try these, it’s like my dream. Naturally, outside the cabin, BAM! Chu Kehuan is there. Fate is really strong between those two already, they bump into each other pretty much everywhere. Kehuan obviously also thinks so. Three meetings in one day, that’s an amazing fate. But he needs to ruin it by reciting by heart everything he saw about Weiwei’s finance. He is so annoying. Weiwei’s reaction in that particular moment the most realistic part of the whole episode so far. I have to congratulate Puff Guo for her acting, I enjoyed it very much. Well actually, even though Weiwei’s reactions are most of the time weird, I have to say the acting is on point. At that point, I think the script is just strange.

Anyways, she gets mad and when she tries to go, she rips her shirt open. I watch the scene a few times, I don’t get how it happened, she didn’t touch anything. Maybe it was too tight on her, I don’t know. Anyways, her underwear is showing, she’s shook. For the first, Kehuan acts like a gentleman and cover her breast with his jacket. If they were a couple, it would be such a sweet moment. Please redo it 15 episodes later. Thank you goodbye.

So she goes back home, tells the story to her sex addict roommate, gives herself a pep talk in front of the mirror : girl, it’s about time you realize you’re not happy. Kehuan is annoying, the character is so unrealistic to me up till now, but at least, he knows how to turn somebody’s mind upside down.

The next, dear Kehuan keeps on calling Weiwei on the phone. It’s really childish honestly. Doesn’t he have anything more important to do? Like, maybe... I don’t know... working? Well at least we know he has a party that night and he makes his subordinate make sure that Weiwei attends. Naturally, because it’s fate, the guy knows Weiwei’s roommate, seems like they had a thing sometime. Well anyways, he convinces her to make Weiwei attend the party so they can find her a boyfriend. This is so twisted.

So they go to the party, Weiwei tries to leave when she sees Kehuan, her friend threatens her to end their friendship if she leaves, twisted, twisted, twisted. Lots of wine drinking. Somebody teach them how to drink wine. Please. I don’t even drink wine and it bothers me. And then they... THIS IS TWISTED OKAY? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS DRAMA?? They bring a crane game. It Kehuan grabs a teddy bear successfully, he gets to sleep with any girl he wants at the party. IT’S DISGUSTING! I JUST CAN’T. NOPE. THIS IS WRONG!!

As expected, he grabs one. I don’t need to see the reste of the episode to know who he will ask out. Yuck. Dude, your morals are wrong. Yup. Of course, she doesn’t want to. So instead he gives her three chances to grad a teddy bear to refuse him? Okay. NO. And the crowd is cheering so she wouldn’t catch it? What is this? This is so inappropriate. I don’t think something like that should be allowed in a drama. And it wouldn’t be a drama if she didn’t loose. They end up in a BDSM room and I am just thinking... what the hell am I watching... At least, he just handcuffs her to the bed. AS IF THIS WAS NOT BAD ENOUGH ALREADY... He leaves the key hanging too far away for her to reach it. In the process, we learn that he has a girlfriend. Poor girl, I wouldn’t want to date somebody like that. Dirtbag.

After he leaves her like that, he sees on his phone thousands of phone call, from whom I assume is his girlfriend. I feel another twisted relationship coming. Maybe it makes him regret or whatever, but he goes back to free Weiwei.

She runs to her boyfriend, but she can’t bring herself to tell him what happened even though she insists on staying over even though it’s not a Saturday night.

Kehuan gets home to his girlfriend, locked outside because she forgot the door’s key. I can already tell the relationship is so unhealthy. She basically worships Kehuan and if she could, she would be his slave. That’s really not a good start. I can already see he’s bored with her. Two unhappy couples.

The episode ends on Weiwei deleting Kehuan’s invitation on a social media to be friends or to follow her, I couldn’t recognize the app.

Overall... This is twisted. I will try the next episode, the preview are still intriguing me, but so far I am not enjoying it so much. I hope it gets better soon. If ever you decide on watching, just be prepared : this drama is kinda more adult like. It is definitely not for a younger public.

Thanks for reading, see you on another episode!

#我们不能是朋友 #before we get married #drama #drama recap #drama review

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earthpodd · 6 years

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Chapter 4 – Ea, the Sword of Rupture

This is the last instalment in the Sword of Rupture arc. Next chapter we will start with a new arc, and the plot thickens, guys. Also, sorry for the wait.

Prologue, Parts I, II, III.

Read on AO3.

Here we go, @bl-gifs , @andwebegin .

After Kun Lun left his house that evening, Shen Wei was left alone with his thoughts. He was a man of eccentric beliefs, but none of them were exactly related to a divine figure, rather they were tied to the webs of destiny. This time, though, he wondered if there was someone pulling the strings, making all of this into a big plot for amusement. The archaeologist couldn’t explain what he saw, couldn’t make sense of it, in truth, he couldn’t even believe it and all of that was driving him to the edge of a breakdown, which was uncharacteristic of him. He had always been a composed man, able to face anything with a gentle smile and a clear mind, no matter how troubling things got. Scolding himself for his thoughts, the male moved to stand in front of the bookshelf in his bedroom. His digits skimmed through the spine of the books as he read the titles looking for a specific one, ‘The Order of the Guardian’. The book told tales of a war that happened over ten thousand years in the past between humans and Dixing-ians, a species that looked just like humans, but came from another planet and could develop abilities beyond the human capabilities. Despite most people’s belief that the tales in this were all truthful, Shen Wei had always treated it as a work of fiction. To him, it sounded more like the town’s biggest market strategy to attract tourists. He didn’t know why he felt like reading it all of sudden, but maybe it was his subconscious plagued by wishful thinking, believing that it would provide him with answers.

Removing the book from where it was located, Shen Wei returned to the couch where he and Kun Lun had previously been seated in and reclaimed his spot on it, opening the book to read. He was not really in-depth with the story, just merely passing the pages to see if there was any mention of the Sword of Rupture. It could help if he knew more about the relic, but what he found instead was the mention of a familiar name, Kun Lun. That could be a mere coincidence, but seeing the detective’s name being mentioned in the book made Shen Wei’s eyes widen slightly. The male pushed the frame of his glasses further up his nose, adjusting them against his face, so he could properly read what was being said on the book and try to make any connections. Sadly, for him, the story didn’t delve much into the personal stories of anyone, it just told their deeds and how the war was ended with the agreement between humans and Dixing-ians.

Seeing no more mentions of Kun Lun in the book, the archaeologist decided to drop the reading and get some rest. He was not one to ever go to bed early, but he felt drained with everything that had gone down since he met the detective. With a sigh, Shen Wei changed into his pyjamas and fell onto the bed, wrapping the covers around himself as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. His glasses were removed when he turned off the light of the lamp on his bedside table. Despite his best efforts, the man couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep immediately, which was why he grabbed his phone to shoot a text to the other man.

From: Shen Wei

To: Detective Kun

We will talk to Huang Jin tomorrow. I have a plan.

11:35 p.m.

From: The Great Kun Lun

To: Xiao Wei <3

why r u still awake

did u miss so much u couldn’t wait till tmr

11:36 p.m.

From: Shen Wei

To: Detective Kun

I just wanted to inform you, so you wouldn’t make any plans.

11:35 p.m.

From: The Great Kun Lun

To: Xiao Wei <3

im sleepy now

we can talk abt out daet tmr

11:36 p.m.

It took Shen Wei some time to decipher Kun Lun’s texts, but once he did, he decided to stop bothering the man, who was probably only half awake at the moment. Not everyone had the same sleeping habits as he did. The archaeologist placed his phone back on the bedside table and turned to lie on his side. His efforts were directed towards trying to fall asleep. Like the detective had said, they could discuss all of this in the morning. There was no reason to overthink. With that in mind, the male finally managed to fall into the warm embrace of slumber.

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“Hello!” The voice greeted, making Chu lose his composure for an instant. “So, you are the famous Chu Shu Zhi. Changcheng has good taste.” The female was quite humorous and chuckled delicately as she stepped aside to welcome her guest inside. “Are you disappointed that he wasn’t the one to greet you first?” The boxer was yet to say something, but once he recovered from the momentary stupor, Shu Zhi subtly shook his head, features hardening to cover any trace of embarrassment the woman’s question could have caused on him. “You must be his aunt. The one that was asleep when I came here to drop him off last night.” His tone was not outright rude, but it was laced with suspicion. A mere defence mechanism against the nervousness he was feeling. Guo Li Min chuckled again and nodded. One of her palms came to press against the male’s shoulder blade, urging him inside. “Come on, the dinner is not ready yet, but everyone is waiting in the living room.” The auntie smiled and then pointed in the direction of the room where Chu had been with Guo and his uncle the night before. As if only now remembering the box in his hand, he extended it towards Li Min. “I brought dessert.” The message was delivered straight to the point, and finally, he cast his gaze elsewhere. “I’ll go put in the fridge. You go on along first.” Once again the woman gestured towards the living room and then left the boxer alone. Shu Zhi took a deep breath and only then did he force himself to move towards where the hosts were waiting for him.

When Chu entered the room, Guo was the first to stand up to greet him. The boy rushed to his side as if they were long friends who had not seen each other in ages. It was strange, but he didn’t stop Changcheng as the writer came closer, welcoming him. “Chu Ge, you really came.” He said, as if he had spent the whole day doubting the boxer would stay true to his word. “Didn’t I say that I was going to come?” Shu Zhi looked at Guo in a stern way now, and then looked away to greet the boy’s uncle with a glance and a nod of his head. When he made to move and take a seat by Guo Ying’s side, Chu felt a tug on the bag of his shirt and found Changcheng looking shyly at him, and despite the huff he released, the boxer still followed the writer into the couch opposite Guo’s uncle. They sat side by side with not much space between them, since this couch was smaller than the other one. Shu Zhi was about to comment on that when Guo Li Min entered the room, sitting beside her husband. Her gaze was friendly when it landed on him again. “So, Chu Shu Zhi, tell me more about yourself.” Chu didn’t have much to say about himself, and if he were to be honest, that was never something he had had to do before, so he was a little lost on what to say, something that was probably translated to his expression. “I’m a boxer, I work at Dragon City Boxing Academy, I live at Crown Street and that’s about it. There is not much to tell.” A shrug is added to the end of his sentence, and despite not having said anything exciting he can see how giddy Guo has become by his side, so he glances at the boy questioningly. Before any of the two can say anything, Li Min continues her quest of getting to know Shu Zhi. “What about your family?” The boxer instinctively swallowed in dry when he heard the question. His expression soured visibly and he avoided looking anyone in the eye, even if they had no way of knowing how sensitive of a topic that was. “They are all dead.” He said, in a voice that sounded more scolding than anything else. It would probably ruin his image in the eyes of Guo’s family, but he couldn’t help himself.

A long moment of silence passed between them, and from the corners of his eyes, Chu could see Changcheng hesitantly reaching for him and with brimming tears in his eyes. What is this dumbass even crying for? It’s not his family, he thought, but even then he could feel something softening inside of him at the sight. The quiet was disturbed by the voice of the maid, announcing that the food was ready. They didn’t touch the subject of the conversation again, but also didn’t say anything else as they made their way over to the dining room. The room was actually kind of cosy, Shu Zhi noticed as he took his place by the table beside Changcheng and facing the writer’s uncle and aunt. There was still tension in the air and no one seemed to want to address the elephant in the room, so they just proceeded like that. Food was served, all delicious looking food. “You know, Changcheng helped me cook all of this.” Guo Li Min said after a little while, trying to bring the mood back to a lighter tone. Chu turned his gaze to look at Guo again, only to see that the boy was wearing a proud, albeit shy smile. It made him feel some kind of weird palpitations inside of his chest. “You helped make all this?” He asked, in a faked tone of disbelief, just so he could tease the younger male. The writer eagerly nodded to indicate that yes, he had helped make the food. The boxer wondered if it was because of him. “Let’s eat!” Guo Ying said at least, bringing everybody’s attention back on the food. And then they started digging in.

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When they met up the next day it was already past noon. Shen Wei had been busy all morning running errands for the museum, even though he had asked for a leave. Kun Lun on the other hand slept late until he got a call from the other male asking him to meet at the archaeologist’s workplace at one in the afternoon, which gave him about half an hour to get ready and presentable enough for them to meet with Huang Jin, though this time he didn’t bother wearing a suit, just a button up and pants should be enough. Shen Wei was waiting for him at the museum’s entrance, he was dressed in a different suit than the day prior, but this one didn’t seem as new, that wasn’t to say that the man didn’t look just as stunning, though. The detective had to take a double take, his breath catching as he gazed at the man who had plagued his dreams, though in those dreams there was far less clothing involved. “You look too handsome, Xiao Wei. Are you trying to seduce me?” Those were the first words to leave Kun Lun’s mouth when the archaeologist approached him. He loved how the other male would always discreetly avert his gaze and shy away whenever he complimented him. “Are you ready to go?” Shen Wei asked and only then did the detective notice that the other man was not wearing glasses. “Say, Shen Wei, why do you not have your glasses on today?” He asked in curiosity, though he was a little distracted by how long the archaeologist’s eyelashes were. Shen Wei seemed like he was caught by surprise and instinctively smiled, shyly, lowered his head slightly and directing his gaze to the ground. “I seem to have scratched them somehow, so I had to wear contacts today.” Kun Lun, for his part, just nodded along, finally turning to walk back into the car, though not without commenting first. “You look good without them, too.” The archaeologist stopped at the car’s door, looking at Kun Lun at the other side, though he didn’t really say anything, even if words were at the tip of his tongue, ready to come out, but he swallowed them down. The detective looked back at him, chuckling faintly for a moment before opening the door to the driver’s side. “Aren’t you getting in Xiao Wei?” Shen Wei smiled, perhaps a bit timidly, but did exactly that.

Just like the last time, the drive to Huang Jin’s place didn’t take long. The only difference was that this time around the vendor was not expecting them, so when the maid welcomed them at the door, they were made to wait in the living room while she checked if her boss could meet with them at that moment. Kun Lun looked around them at the room with an analytical gaze, though he didn’t seem to be very appreciative of the decoration, that is, until his gaze landed on Shen Wei and he delivered that mischief filled smile that was one of his trademarks. “These rich people spend too much money on stupid things.” And with that he fished a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping and then immediately sticking the candy between his lips as he kept looking at the archaeologist. “Some people compensate the emptiness of the house with decoration.” Shen Wei states matter-of-factly, but his attention is drawn to the way Kun Lun’s tongue is seemingly caressing the underside of the lollipop in slowly timed leaps. The detective doesn’t stop there, not now that he got the other male in a trance, so he circles the round candy with the tip of his tongue between wrapping his lips around it. Kun Lun applies light suction to the lollipop, only interested in the sound his action triggered and in the way the archaeologist seemed to swallow hardly while watching him. Sadly, they are interrupted by Huang Jin who came to greet them in person. “Gentlemen! I didn’t expect to see you two again so soon.” The vendor said, walking towards the two males and offering his hand in a greeting. “What can I do for you?” At first, both men remained silent, but then Shen Wei stood up, getting at eye level with Huang Jin and smiled reassuringly. “We would like to take another look at the sword.” The vendor looked at him in suspicion. He no longer seemed all that friendly. “Why? I thought everything was settled yesterday.” His tone was more accusing than inquisitive, but the archaeologist didn’t let himself be intimidated by that. “Mr Jiang said he has received another offer for the sword, but there can’t possibly be two Ea’s, so one of them must be a copy.” Shen Wei used the name of the owner of the museum to draw credibility into his words, but he also used all of his confidence into his speech, seeming apologetic at the proper time, as if he was ashamed of having to do such a thing. Huang Jin didn’t seem pleased, but he still conceded in the end. “Of course, of course.” He said, in a tone that made it obvious that it was against his will.

Anticipation had built inside of Shen Wei, and as they walked up towards Huang Jin’s office, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would have the same reaction upon touching the sword. Or even if Kun Lun, who had stayed silent during the conversation downstairs, would see anything. Upon entering the room they were told to sit while the vendor went to retrieve the sword. Not long after that Ea was brought to them. As they had agreed before, Shen Wei would be the first to touch the Sword of Rupture, pretending to be analysing it, and if he saw anything he would pass the sword over to Kun Lun to see if the detective would have the same reaction. So when Huang Jin opened the lid of the box where he kept Ea, the archaeologist approached the desk and took the relic into his hands. Even though he was more prepared for it this time around, it still took him a second to compute when his sight was suddenly replaced by that of a vision of the past.

Shen Wei was laid on a stretcher inside of what seemed to a laboratory. The archaeologist had wires attached to his body and looked like he was unconscious. Zhao Yun Lan was bent forward his nose almost touching the other male’s own as he smelt the unconscious man. The Chief was startled when the professor suddenly opened his eyes and then tried to play nonchalant, leaning back and looking sheepishly as if what he had done wasn’t completely weird, and even creepy in a way.

As he turned the sword over in his hands, the scene changed.

It was evening and they were inside a taxi. Zhao Yun Lan seemed like he was intoxicated, either that or profusely sleepy. The Chief dropped his head to Shen Wei’s shoulder, seeming comfort for a nap, but the professor didn’t allow it to go on for long, he gently extracted himself from the contact and place the other male’s head in an upright position, though he kept watching Yun Lan with contained adoration. Finally taking pity on the man, he went and pulled the Chief’s head back on his shoulder, which caused warmth to spread across his cheeks.

Shen Wei gulped soundlessly and bobbed his head in a nod, which was the planned signal for Kun Lun. His sight didn’t get back to the present time until the sword was off his grasp, but then his gaze was automatically directed to the detective, whom had an unreadable expression upon his features. In order to not let Huang Jin become suspicious, the archaeologist turned to him with a small smile. “It seems to be legitimate.” He said, nodding his head at the vendor, but Huang Jin didn’t seem to be looking at him, but rather at Kun Lun. “Why is he crying?” He asked, forcing Shen Wei’s head to quickly whip around to look at the detective. A sudden protectiveness broke inside of him, making him quickly unbutton and remove the top of his suit, so he could use it to take the sword from Kun Lun. The archaeologist rushed to deposit Ea back in the box where it was kept. “What happened to him?” Shen Wei ignored the vendor for the moment and, instead, walked back to the detective’s side. “What did you see?” He asked, face full of concern as one of his thumbs brushed against the corner of Kun Lun’s eyes, wiping the tears from there. “You were hurt… on the ground… There was… a lot of blood… I was chained to a pillar and… and there was someone hurting me, but then you got up… and stood in front of me to… protect me. I think you… died. I couldn’t see the rest.” The detective’s sentences were fragmented, as if he couldn’t say it all in one go. He also seemed so hurt. Huang Jin cleared his throat behind them. “What’s happening here?” He demanded, bringing the attention onto himself. Shen Wei turned to face him with a serious expression. “Let me ask you something.” He started, taking a couple steps closer to the vendor, features hardening. “Do you see anything when you touch this sword?” This time around the archaeologist was the one using an accusing tone. He demanded the answers as if entitled to them. Huang Jin seemed caught off guard by the way he cowered back closer to his desk, sweat pooling at his forehead all of sudden. The vendor raised a hand, using a single finger to tug at his collar, as if the shirt was suffocating him. “W-What kind of things?” The attempt at playing dumb only earned him a glare from Shen Wei. “Who sold you the sword?” He asked, taking another step closer to force a response out of Huang Jin. “His name is…”

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The rest of the meal was spent with light conversation going around them. Sometimes either Guo’s uncle or aunt would ask something about Chu’s life, but they steered clear of the family subject in order to not make him upset. Another thing was how much happier Changcheng looked. Even if the two men before them were really not together, Guo Ying and Guo Li Min that it would be just a matter of time before they delved into that kind of relationship. The writer had clear adoration and admiration for the older man, which he displayed without an ounce of shame. Shu Zhi, for his part, seemed very protective of Guo, even if he played the part of a cold and distant person. The boxer never allowed any of the elders to look down on the boy, no matter what, but he was also not directly nice towards Changcheng either, it was all in the small things. Eventually, Guo Li Min got up to fetch the dessert, and they kept chatting for a little while longer before finishing their meal and returning to the living room.

“Wait here. I have a surprise for auntie.” Guo Ying said as they arrived at the living room, leaving the others to make themselves comfortable. Guo Li Min seemed happy with the news, so she was wearing a smile on her delicate features, and her tone was light and laced with excitement when she talked. “I wonder what he got this time.” She started, and then gestured towards some of the decoration, as if to bring attention to them. “Auntie likes collecting antiquaries, so uncle always brings her new things when he comes across them.” Guo explained, looking at Chu, who had his eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation. The boxer then took a better look at the items around. They went from antique vases to painting and other stuff he couldn’t exactly name. It didn’t take long for Guo’s uncle to come back with a packet in hands. Standing up, Changcheng took the packet from his uncle, opening it curiously. “What is this?” The boy asked as he glanced at the golden shard, which was heavier than it looked. “It’s a piece of King Arthur’s Round Table.” The older male replied, full of pride in his voice. The writer’s eyes instantly widened and he quickly picked up the relic from the packet. In an instant, everything around him shifted, and Guo was no longer among his family, but instead, in a place he didn’t know. He was seeing himself walking by the riverside, a bag hanging to his side, but the weirdest part of the vision was the faint smile on Chu’s face and the way the boxer pulled him into a tight hug. Flabbergasted, Changcheng yelps loudly, hands being thrown up in the air, dropping the shard of the Round Table, but luckily for him, Shu Zhi’s reflexes were fast enough to catch it before the relic hit the ground. Just like the boy, the boxer was plagued with a vision from the past. Chu saw himself seated on a leather couch, a genuine smile playing on his lips as he looked at Guo, who had a similar expression on his face. Their hands were linked in a discreet hold that made him feel warm on the inside. The vision was broken when the golden piece slid from his hand to the floor, but the boxer picked it up again, not caring that he was basically lying on the ground by this point. He wanted to see what would happen next, but this time the shard showed him something different. He was seated behind a desk, looking at three other people. One of them was Changcheng, lying on a leather couch, different from the one in the last vision. There was a man he didn’t know talking to Guo, but next to them was Shen Wei, the man that had helped him a few years back, when he didn’t know what to do with his life. This time what pulled him from the past was a hand shaking his shoulder. Shu Zhi looked up at the owner of the palm touching him, it was the writer. The realisation that such a weird thing had happened made him scan the room around him. Both the boy’s uncle and aunt were staring at them in confusion, and even concern, but he didn’t have time for that. The boxer stood up in a single move, and then his fingers came around Changcheng’s wrist, tugging the younger male with him as he left the living room. The shard was left on a cushion on the sofa. He heard voices calling for them from behind, but paid them no mind.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Chu released Guo from his grasp. He could see the writer was slightly scared by his sudden action, but decided to brush it off for the moment. He had more concerning matters at hand. “You saw something when you touched the shard of the Round Table, didn’t you!?” His words were more of a statement than a question, but still, he was pleased by the fast response when he saw Changcheng nodding slowly. “I-I s-saw us h-hugging, b-but we looked d-different.” The boy seemed to still be in a state of shock, but Shu Zhi couldn’t blame him. “I saw weird things as well, but I know someone that might be able to give us answers.” The boxer was staring blankly at nothing as he said that, and it made Guo worry for him, but instead of saying anything, the boy just tugged on Chu’s shirt to keep himself grounded. This dinner had taken a turn of events he had not expected, and he also wondered who Shu Zhi was talking to. He figured he would find out soon, seeing as the boxer was now tugging him towards the front door.

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Zhang Shi. That was the name that Huang Jin had given them, causing a bolt of rage to fall upon Kun Lun, because that was the same person that had hired him to investigate the stolen sword. Shen Wei tried to calm him down, but in the end, it was to no avail and they just ended up leaving the vendor’s house to go after Zhang Shi. The detective was particularly not fond of being played like that and he wanted answers as to why that… psycho would do such a thing. Despite his best efforts, the archaeologist didn’t let him drive, which was why he was currently seated on the passenger’s seat, face closed off and forehead resting against the closed glass. It had started raining, which was such a cliché thing that it made him feel like he was in some sort of Korean drama. “Are you sure he really lives there?” Shen Wei asked, throwing a glance at him, but Kun Lun didn’t bother looking back when he responded. “I met him there three times already. I think he was just waiting for when I was going to find out about his little game.” His voice became progressively angrier by the end of the sentence and he even slammed the side of his fist against the car window. “Huang Jin has probably already called him, so we need to be careful when we get there.” The archaeologist reasoned, though deep down he was more concerned about how the detective was feeling. Kun Lun had been in a bad state ever since he touched the sword. The detective just opened the glove compartment of the car, exposing a gun. “I can use that if he tries anything.” Shen Wei didn’t like the idea of that, so he decided that he would do everything possible to make sure things wouldn’t escalate to that point.

The rest of the ride was made in silence and Shen Wei almost missed the light banter Kun Lun would always bring up or the way in which the detective would find ways to shamelessly flirt with him. This change was not one he appreciated, it made his heart feel tight and filled him with worry. When they pulled up in front of a modern mansion in the richer side of town he noticed how Kun Lun didn’t even think twice before picking up the weapon and exiting the vehicle, leaving him to emit a deep sigh and then follow behind the other male. He was sure things were not about to go well in this meeting.

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daisysouthmoore · 6 years

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Warnings: Explicit (18+) language and eventual smut.

My submission to ‘Negan’s Valentine Challenge’ hosted by the very talented and very sweet @jeffreydeanneganstrash. Thank you for having me!

Category: Angst, Song Prompt: ‘Kiss It Better’ by Rihanna

KISS IT BETTER - PART 1

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Valentines Day… The one day of the year dedicated entirely to lovers. The air of my apartment was sweetened with fresh flowers, assorted chocolates and a spritz of expensive perfume but I was alone. Meanwhile, just outside my window, the night was softly lit by candlelight and I could hear the distant whispers of sweet nothings while couples wrapped themselves in the warm embrace of love and romance. If you’re a mistress like me, however, you’re left cold and alone. You have to fend for yourself because Valentines Day is the one night of the year when bad husbands everywhere return to the arms of their wives.

On this particularly love filled evening I was both alone and ‘hangry’ and of course, every restaurant in my vicinity had a waitlist. The thought of standing around for an hour to dine alone in a room filled with the men I’d slept with and their unsuspecting wives was far too painful to bear. Or maybe that’s exactly what I should have done. Maybe I should have put my best dress on, draped myself in all the jewelry they’d given me and bared it all. I should have relished in their nervous and suspicious glances. -But I’m not that cruel, so I ordered Chinese instead.

It would take just as long for my Mu Shu chicken and extra egg roll to arrive, but at least here in the comfort of my own apartment, I could watch TV in my new lingerie. It was black and sheer. Made with expensive and delicate lace. It was a gift from a successful banker I’d met a few weeks ago. He was spending the evening with his wife at the Ritz.

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I’m sure by now I’ve disgusted you. It’s okay, I disgust myself but I wasn’t always like this. Three years ago I was finishing up school. I was still living off ramen but I’d landed a job as an intern at a well-known PR agency. I had all these goals and all the dreams to fuel my journey, but somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I veered off and sold my soul to a devil in a business suit who told his friend, who then told his friend, and his friend. As word got around about the pretty young assistant I quickly learned that the devil came in many forms, in many suits, and he had many bargains. Now I have a job but I certainly didn’t end up where I expected. I’m not necessarily proud of where I am but I don’t want for anything anymore. At least nothing material anyway.

Somewhere in all the possessions I’d accumulated in those three years I’d found something of true value. I met someone and it meant something. He was another man in a suit but he stood out from the rest. He was single for one thing, but he was also far more charming than the others. He reminded me that the devil was in fact just a ‘fallen angel’ after all. He could easily coax you into thinking he was an angel. He looked like an angel but that didn’t make him any less dangerous. In fact, he was the most dangerous one of all because he didn’t want my soul. He wanted my heart.

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An hour later there was a knock at my door and I thought my Chinese feast had finally arrived. I slipped into a silk kimono robe to conceal my new lacy garments and rushed over with a wad of cash in hand. To my surprise and dismay, it wasn’t my Mu Shu. Instead, I was greeted by a large bouquet of pink peonies. There was only one man who knew my favorite flower and he had no damn business sending them.

“Special delivery for Miss… Sugar…” The delivery man trailed off and squinted like he was confused.

“Sugar Tits’.” I snatched the clipboard from him and scribbled my signature so hard I almost pierced the paper.

“That’s a new one.” He laughed as we exchanged the cumbersome bouquet. “Happy Valentines Day!” He turned to leave.

“Yeah, thanks.” I rolled my eyes and kicked my door closed.

I set my fluffy pink peonies on the table with the rest of my ‘wish-I-was-there’ flowers but all the long-stemmed roses seemed to dim in comparison. I thought about texting him to say ‘thank you’, ‘hi’ maybe, but my hands got clammy and I stopped myself. It was stupid. God, I could give a list of all the reasons why it was stupid. Trust issues, commitment issues, all of the baggage… -Oh and the fact that he’s a total asshole. He’s a cute asshole though… He’s also still set the bar for the best sex I’d ever had in my life. So I turned off my phone to resist temptation.

When my food finally arrived it was short an egg roll but by then I was starving and I didn’t care to mention it. I immediately cozied up on my couch, clutching a fork, a takeout box, and a bottle of wine from my gift pile to wash it all down. I didn’t even bother grabbing a glass. As I took a swig straight from the bottle I tried to focus on the slasher movie on television, but my eyes drifted over to the flowers again. I’d left them sitting on my dining table, still wrapped in cellophane and tissue paper. I should have put them in water but I figured the sooner they wilted, the sooner I could throw them away and forget about them.

I turned to my television again when eerie music started to play. It was building up to one of those pop out and scare you scenes. I slurped up a mouthful of greasy Chinese and chewed vigorously as I watched with unblinking eyes. Any second now the woman on the screen would come face to face with the killer and the suspense was already making my heart race. All the sudden there was another loud knock on my door and it startled me out of my skin. I clutched my chest and gasped, nearly choking on my food. I rushed over expecting my extra egg roll but instead I was faced with the only thing more frightening than a blade-wielding killer. It was Negan.

God, he was gorgeous… His dark hazel eyes were deeply wrinkled with age but they glimmered youthfully with a hint of mischief. His inky hair was freshly faded and combed back without a single strand out of place. His graying beard was neatly groomed. He was wearing a well fitted black suit, hemmed and pressed to perfection, gently hugging all the lean and chiseled lines of his body. He must have just gotten off work and he’d already loosened his tie for the day. I could see a few dark hairs peeking out from beneath his white collared shirt. He was effortlessly sexy. Shit.

“Happy Valentines Day, baby.” He grinned as he looked me up and down.

“What are you doing here?” I asked clutching my robe tightly closed.

“Didn’t you get my text?” He asked.

“My phone’s off for the night.” I said shortly.

“Oh good. I want your undivided attention.” He said.

His dark eyes trailed down my neck and came to rest on my bare shoulder. He licked his lips as he reached up and slipped his long fingers beneath the silk of my robe. In a slow and deliberate motion, he brushed my skin and lifted the delicate fabric back on to my shoulder. His touch grazed my collar bone and a shiver ran through me. A small smirk spread across his lips until dimples formed beneath his black and white scruff.

“No. Absolutely not.” I reached for my door to retreat back to the safety of my couch.

“Come on, darlin’. Don’t be like that… You don’t really wanna spend another Valentines Day all by your lonesome do you?” He grinned.

I reached to slam my door closed but he easily blocked my attempt and stepped inside anyway. I used to swoon over how bossy and presumptuous he could be but at that moment I just wanted to punch him in his stupidly handsome face.

“You haven’t thanked me for the gifts yet.” He said deeply.

He came forward pulling a box of chocolates from behind his back and he stood unnecessarily close. So close I could smell the cologne on his skin and it instantly fogged my mind with memories. His rich musk always reminded me of the woods. Dark, deep and mysterious. One could easily get lost in him. It was just one of the many things about him that lured women. Lots of women.

“I’m not accepting them.” I shoved the box of chocolate into his chest.

“Why not? You’ve accepted the rest.” He motioned to the gifts around my apartment and shoved the box to me.

“Those don’t come with strings attached.” I shoved again.

“Oh, right. Those are from your ‘business partners’.” He condescended. I scowled as I snatched the box from his hands and immediately stormed toward the trash can in my kitchen.

“Hey, hold on now. -Hey! That’s a hundred dollars worth of Belgian fuckin’ chocolate!” He stomped after me in a few long strides.

I froze for a brief moment. To be honest, his words were tempting, but I shoved them in the trash anyway. I’d just changed the liner so I figured I could fish them out later after I got rid of him.

“You ungrateful little asshole…” He grumbled as he reached inside and pulled them out himself. “At least try one first.” He opened the box.

Inside each morsel of rich chocolate was uniquely different. They were little bite-sized works of art that looked like they were detailed by hand. They were so beautiful I was afraid to touch them. So Negan picked one for me. He parted his lips so that his mouth was just slightly ajar as he brought the chocolate up to my lips. I instinctively mimicked his mouth to accept the treat but just before I took a bite he pulled away suddenly. He brought the chocolate back to his own smirking lips. He was teasing me. I sighed impatiently before he chuckled inwardly and brought it back to my frown. I snatched it away with my own hands this time and popped it into my mouth.

It was silky smooth and so luxuriously creamy. As it melted on my tongue a pleasant burst of salted caramel tickled my palette. I closed my eyes so he couldn’t see the way the taste made my eyes roll into the back of my head. It was almost orgasmic and I couldn’t resist the small smile that followed. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.

“How is it?” He asked with a proud grin.

“S’okay.” I shrugged but snatched the box from him.

Negan watched as I made my way to my dining table. I swung by my living area first to snatch up the bottle of wine I’d been sipping from. I was going to need it. Wherever this night was headed, it wasn’t going to end well. It never did. I took a seat at the table and started rummaging through the rest of the chocolates. I took another swig from the bottle and Negan chuckled as he joined me. He didn’t sit. He just leaned against the edge of the table and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It was his usual power stance. Casually comfortable and yet you could tell he meant business.

“You know, peonies are hard to find this time of year.” He fiddled with one of the ruffly petals. “Most girls get… roses.” He smirked as he motioned to the rest of my bouquets.

“Did you get the rest of your girls roses?” I raised my brow.

“Well, some of them anyway.” He laughed to himself but I found no humor in his joke. It was still a sour subject to me.

“I’m sure one of them did at least.” I said bitterly.

“You’re still mad about that?” He laughed.

“You mean the reason we ended it? Yeah. I’m still mad.” I said as if it was obvious.

“That wasn’t the only reason. You know that.” He shook his head and tilted his chin down ruefully.

“Why did you do it? If you knew I would find out. If you knew it would be the end of us, why did you do it?” I asked.

“Because I was angry.” He said succinctly and it enraged me.

“Because you were angry? You were angry so you fucked around with another woman!?” I shouted.

“You’re not really in any place to judge there, doll.” He said harshly.

“Fuck you! I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about us!” I shouted.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes and look around you! This is us! These other men have always fuckin’ been here! It’s never been just the two of us!” He shouted.

“And why!? You never gave me any reason to trust you! All you did was string me along! You played your stupid mind games! You toyed with my head! You-!“

“You are not the only victim in this fuckin’ relationship! Alright!?” He slammed his hand on the table to silence me and I jumped.

This very moment was all too familiar to me. We’d reached this point many, many times. In the past, I would have purposefully pushed him over the edge. Back then I would have tested him just to spite him. The rage he was capable of was frightening but Negan would never put his hands on me. I knew that and maybe that’s why I was so bold. -But now there was nothing to fight about. We had nothing left worth fighting for. I suppose we never did. As the silence between us drew on it was clear we were both only mourning the death of our relationship. It was over. The air was calm again but now it was heavy with grief.

“Were you really that miserable?” He asked deeply.

“Not always. Not at first.” I admitted.

“If it was so bad then why’d you stay?” He asked.

“Because I loved you, Negan.” I said.

“And now?” He asked.

“I… I love the memory of you.” I said and I saw physical pain furrow his brow.

“Jesus Christ! What am I fuckin’ dead to you?” He was suddenly angry again.

“No, I didn’t mean-“ I tried to double back but the damage was already done.

“After all the shit I’ve done for you! I’ve been generous as fuck to you! Hell, I spent 300 goddamn dollars on fuckin’ flowers and candy tonight alone!” He threw his romantic gestures back in my face, just like he always had.

“I never asked you for any of it!” I snapped and threw the entire box of Belgian chocolates at his feet. He just laughed.

“Trash your shitty little apartment if you want to! -But you were more than happy to spread those legs wide fuckin’ open the first time you peeped my fuckin’ credit card!” He threw a low blow.

The intensity of the pain and anger I felt in that moment was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was a concoction of resentment, accusations and guilt, the loss of something that might have been love if we’d ever given each other a chance. He had every reason to lash out but he knew what he was saying was out of line. He said it to hurt me and in that moment all I wanted to do was hurt him back. So I reached back and swung my hand, slapping it hard across his face. The stillness and silence that followed left the air so dense that I felt like I might suffocate.

When Negan slowly turned to face me again the darkness and anger in his expression pierced the pit of my stomach. I gasped when he suddenly reached out and took hold of my chin. He clutched my jaw so tightly in his grip that it almost hurt. There was a fire in his eyes that made my skin hot. I felt the sudden and intense desire to taste him again. I knew his skin would taste better than any chocolate money could buy and I was willing to surrender to him. -But he shoved away from me. When he turned to leave my heart dropped because I knew it would be the last time.

“Negan, wait! Please don’t end it like this!” I hurried after him.

“Oh, I didn’t fuckin’ end it like this, baby. You did.” He said yanking my door open.

“I’m sorry! Please, don’t go! Don’t leave me alone here like this!” I begged.

“Fuck you. Go lie down in your bed of fuckin’ roses.” He slammed the door behind him.

Continue to PART 2

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