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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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Sins of the Father

Genre: Mafia Au

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: Soon after your second birthday, your parents were killed and you were adopted by your father’s best friend, taken away to their home country where you lived your life in peaceful ignorance. As far a as you knew, your parents simply left you large fortune to be released to you once you reached your twenty-third birthday. At least, that’s all you thought you were inheriting. When a famously ruthless mafia boss discovers your existence, you are left at his mercy. While under his roof, you learn more about your father than you ever wished you had, including the part of your inheritance that made you the most valuable person in the underworld. Hidden in a bank in New York City were files that held the darkest secrets of the mafia families and everyone in their pocket. With another terrifying leader’s eyes trained on you, you’ll learn to watch your back… and guard your heart, before your father’s past becomes your doom.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I Final

You weren’t left alone forever. After crying for so long, you fell asleep on the floor in front of the window. Only pure exhaustion kept you from staying awake, from staying out of your dreams. If you’d had the ability, you would have never fallen asleep again. Because you already knew how cruel your own mind could be.

It was no surprise to you that the same reoccurring dream came back in full force as you slept on the cool carpet. The warmth you felt being in Junmyeon’s arms again wasn’t real – and it might never be. But you let yourself relish in the dream that you knew would bring more tears once you were awake. Though you couldn’t make out what he was saying, there was a comfort in Junmyeon’s whispers as he ran his fingertips down your cheek.

The softness you’d grown accustomed to was back in his eyes. Those brown eyes that tonight had looked at you with such cold emptiness, distancing himself from you were back to their familiar loving glow. How easy it was for him to just let you go on that balcony, to turn around and walk away, leaving you with the very monster he swore he would protect you from. But that was a different Junmyeon.

No.

That was Suho.

The real Junmyeon was the one your mind was conjuring up behind your closed eyelids. The one who spoke about his mother like a loving son. The one who made you tea and carried you to your bed after you’d fallen asleep on the couch. The one who kissed you and held you close, saying how much he loved you over and over again so you would never forget it. That was the truth you so desperately wanted to hold on to.

But that truth was ripped away from you once more by the slamming of your bedroom door against the wall as it was shoved open.

With a gasp, you shot up, heart pounding in your chest. Junko stomped towards you, his signature wicked grin on his lips. In one swift motion, he pulled you to your feet and pinned you up against the window. The cold glass stung at your exposed skin, but your focus was on the monster who was just a hair’s breath away.

“You’ve gotten very good at games,” Junko sneered. His grip on your wrists was tight, making your fingertips turn blue. You didn’t struggle against his hold, knowing it was useless. “Such a far cry from the timid deer at the casino. Too bad Junmyeon already knows his place. I might have to teach you yours.”

You swallowed thickly, fearful of what exactly it was that he had in mind. But to your surprise, he let you go and took a step back. The flash drive was still in his hand as he held it up, inspecting the shiny plastic in the dim moonlight.

“Leave it to your father to come up with something like this,” he murmured. Pocketing the drive once more, Junko turned on his heels and marched out of your room. He paused only for a split second to turn to the guard posted at the door. “Make sure she stays in here.” The door slammed shut behind both of them, making you flinch.

Now you really were trapped. All hope of being rescued was gone and you simply needed to be resigned to your fate. Sliding down the wall to the floor, you sighed.

Welcome to your new prison.

You felt like Mr. Winchester’s mad wife, locked away from the world as you slowly went more and more insane. But your own spiral was quieter, more internalized. To the household staff, you were simply not talking, staring out the window day after day, unmoving, barely touching your meals that were brought to you, only showering if one of the maids coaxed you out of the chair and to the bathroom.

You’d failed. You’d failed your father, someone who had believed in you without really knowing you. Junko now truly had all he needed to expand his empire and hurt even more people that you cared about. And there was nothing you could do about it. You were locked away where you couldn’t even try to find out what your husband was planning next. At least he’d left you alone.

That was the one silver lining in your sentence. Junko hadn’t come to check up on you since that night. You were hardly sleeping so you knew he wasn’t coming in when a normal person would have gone to bed. The space next to you remained empty night after night. Truly, your only saving grace.

“Madam.”

It took effort, but you were able to peel your gaze away from the window to look at the maid who’d whispered to you.

Tian was a sweet girl, always approaching you cautiously, never forcing you to take a bite. She’d draw you a bath when she felt it was time for you to wash again rather than just closing the bathroom door behind you and hoping you’d take the next step and start the shower head. None of the other maids were cruel to you, Tian was simply the kindest.

But when you met her eyes, expecting her to say a bath had been drawn and you’d better get in before the water turned cold, she simply pointed to the tray with her eyes. You frowned, unsure of what she was referring to. The food was more or less the same as it always was-

Wait.

Tucked underneath the steel rice bowl was a folded piece of paper. Before you could even reach for it, Tian was already out of the room.

Ignoring the food, you ripped the paper away from its hiding space and quickly unfolded it with clumsy fingers, desperate to see what secret it held that Tian deemed worthy of the risk.

Master Lee is planning something. You need to get out. Door will be unlocked.

Planning? Of course he was planning something. You already knew that. But what could you do?

The note said the door would be unlocked. Was she giving you a chance to escape? Or to discover what exactly Junko was preparing?

Ripping up the paper, you flushed the pieces down the toilet to get rid of the evidence. A new surge of energy was coursing through your veins. The motivation that had been missing for the past week was now back and stronger than ever. Screw Junmyeon. You didn’t need him to stop Junko.

With quiet steps, you tiptoed to the door, pressing an ear against the painted wood to listen for anyone who might be in the hallway. Nothing caught your attention so you slowly opened the door, only poking your head out to see if the coast was clear. It was completely deserted, so you took the chance and left the room completely.

You knew exactly where you wanted to go first. It was the biggest risk and you’d already been caught there once before, but you didn’t care. You were ready to face the consequences if you were discovered. That room was the only place you knew you could find something – anything – to help you get inside Junko’s head.

By a miracle, the study door was open and the room empty. At a quick glance, everything seemed to be in perfect order; nothing laying around, the computer was locked, and the flash drive was nowhere in sight. Maybe some of the drawers would hold new clues.

Just as you rounded the desk, however, voices reached your eyes, signaling that someone was coming. You were self-aware enough to realize that hiding directly under the desk was incredibly stupid, but you only had a split second to make a decision and that was the one you went with. You shoved yourself back under that cramped space as far as you could go and prayed that you wouldn’t be caught.

“I’m not changing my mind,” Junko snapped, his voice very close to where you hid. You could see his shadow creeping under the desk, making your heart race.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” you heard Quan ask. Brave him to question his boss. If it were anyone else… it certainly wouldn’t have been pretty.

“I have no choice,” Junko growled back. “With what was in those files… this will just be easier. Taking out Junmyeon and his men will be easy enough. Just ambush them at the warehouse they think is still secret, light up them up with bullets and drive away.”

“The others… they’ll know it was you.”

“I dare any of them to try and touch me.”

Quan didn’t answer for a moment, just letting Junko’s declaration hang in the air. That arrogance was going to come back and bite him some day. At least, you hoped it would.

“When do you want it done?” Quan finally asked.

“Tonight.”

Footsteps alerted you to Quan’s departure, but the shadow indicated that Junko was still in the room. The floor squeaked wherever he stepped. Someone was really looking out for you as he never crossed the threshold that would give him the perfect view of your hiding spot.

Eventually, Junko left the room and you could breathe at a somewhat normal rate again.

He was going to kill them. He was going to kill them all. Gone was the talk about having Junmyeon watch as his hard work and family’s legacy crumbled into dust. He was just going to wipe them all out. Even if Junmyeon had abandoned you, neither he nor any of the others deserved to be slaughtered.

You needed to do something. A distraction, maybe? Something that would occupy everyone’s attention and maybe give you more time to figure out how to warn the boys about Junko’s change in plans. But what could you do?

Fire.

How that solution popped into your head, you didn’t know, but that hard to control element should be enough to put off Junko’s plans. Not to mention, you would enjoy watching this place burn to the ground.

Now the tricky part would be getting to the kitchen. That would be the easiest room to start the fire in-

No. Maybe just once source would be quickly subdued.

Crawling out from underneath the desk, you started searching the drawers. The liquor was easy enough to find in the bottom drawer, the glass rattling together when you pulled it open. You took out one of the more full bottles of brandy and went searching for a source to start the fire.

Gotcha.

Right in the other bottom drawer was a case of cigars and a box of matches to light them with. Wasn’t that the rule of cigars? Matches only to preserve the taste?

You didn’t know if that was right or not, but you were thankful that Junko didn’t hold his throat or lungs in very high regard.

After uncorking the brandy, you poured a good amount on the corner of the rug. You splash some more around the room to give the fire a little more fuel and then you turned to the matches. Your hands were shaking slightly as you pulled out a match and closed the tiny box back up.

The first two strikes failed to result in fire. Taking a deep breath, you calmed your system before trying again.

And you had fire.

Careful to be a good distance away so you didn’t get caught in the flames, you dropped the blazing match onto the soaked rug. Almost immediately the flame transferred to the carpet, lighting it up. And then you ran.

If everything worked out in your favor, you wouldn’t be caught on your way down to the kitchen on the first floor. But just as you were reaching the bottom of the steps, a whole group of guards were running by. One that you hadn’t seen much of before stopped and looked at you. It was over.

“Madam, please go back to your room,” he asked nicely but authoritatively. “It’s not safe out here.”

You frowned. What was going on? What did he mean it wasn’t safe? They definitely weren’t running towards the fire. “Is something wrong?”

“Everything’s under control,” the guard insisted. “Please, go back to your room.” He didn’t wait to see if you obey before following the others out. Strange, but you didn’t have time to stop and think about what had the guards on the move.

You made it to the kitchen without any other run-ins. Tian was at the sink, rinsing off dishes when you entered in.

“Madam, what are you doing here?” she gasped. She ran up to you, grasping your shoulders. “You should be long gone by now.”

You shook your head. “I couldn’t just run away. But Tian, you have to. And take as many of the others with you as possible. I started a fire in the study and I’m going to start one in here.”

Tian looked at you with glossy eyes. “Oh, madam….I wish I could be as brave as you.”

“You already are,” you replied honestly. Taking her hands, you shoved her towards the exit. “Now, go!” Thankfully, she didn’t need to be told twice.

Alone once again, you looked around the kitchen. The stove would be the best place to start and a grease fire would be the hardest to put out in a panic. As quickly as you could, you turned every knob to the stove top on the highest setting and then searched the cabinets for the oils. When you found the vegetable oil, you unscrewed the cap and started pouring it all over the heated surface. Then you got as far away from the oven as possible while still staying within the kitchen walls. You hovered around the doorframe, watching as the oil started to bubble and then smoke. The first few flames were small, dancing against the smooth black top to an unknown rhythm. Then the flames burst into a creature that terrified you. Panicked but satisfied, you ran out of there.

In the hallway, you found a frantic Tian.

“What are you still doing here?” you yelled.

“I can’t find Lorie!” She was crying and shaking. You should have had the staff evacuate before you started the fires, but that would have alerted Junko and the guards. “There’s gunfire outside! I don’t know what to do!”

“Gunfire?” You held Tian’s face in your hands. “Tian, I need you to breathe. What do you mean there’s gunfire outside?”

Tian pointed towards the back of the house with a trembling finger. “I don’t know, but all the guards ran out there and I heard loud pops! Everyone else went out the front!”

Did he really-

You shook that thought away. Junko had plenty of enemies that might try to strike against him. There was no reason to follow that hope.

“Go join the others outside,” you ordered. “I’ll go find Lorie.”

Reluctantly, Tian agreed, nodding before running towards the front door. You made your way up the stairs. Smoke was already filling up the hallway and flames licked out from the study. It was spreading fast and you needed to hurry.

“Lorie! Lorie!” There was no answer. You headed for your bedroom first, knowing that she was often the one who changed your bedsheets. But the room was empty. Each room checked after that was also void of life, only filling up with smoke as you opened the door. Your voice was becoming hoarse after calling out to the young maid over and over again. Every intake of breath was making you cough, your lungs screaming for uncontaminated air. But you had no choice. You needed to check the other side of the hallway, closer to where the fire was.

It had now spread to the walls and the smoke was thicker, blacker, making you bend down just to be able to keep going. Your eyes stung. Little droplets of water started sliding down your cheeks, but you wiped them away and headed forward. You only made it about halfway through the hallway when your legs gave out. Your mind was starting to fog up and shut down due to the lack of real air. A few more crawls forward and you slumped down to the floor.

Junmyeon sat on the couch, fingers folded in a way to support his chin as he stared down at the swirling pattern in the rug he’d picked out when he first moved into this penthouse. The feel of your arms around his waist still haunted him nearly a week later.

God, he wanted to hold you back so badly. But he couldn’t. He had to keep up the façade that he’d given up, that he was conceding to Junko. That was the only way he could think to get Junko to not focus on him and instead keep his eye on his plan, his suspicion kept to a low level. It was hard to not reach out and take the drive that you held out for him, his prize he’d been working towards all these months. But the real torture was walking away from you, leaving you hostage to that bastard. He wanted to rip you away, hide you in a place that Junko would never find you, but that was no way to live. He needed to make both of you free from him forever. He just hoped that you’d understand.

“Junmyeon?”

Torn from his mindset of self-hatred, Junmyeon looked to find a very determined Chanyeol all strapped up with weapons and ready to go.

“Everything’s set?” Junmyeon asked. Chanyeol replied with a hard nod.

“Finally!” Jongdae yelled as he jumped up from the armchair.

“Let’s go.” Junmyeon slowly rose from his own seat and headed for the door, all eight men behind him and ready for a fight. They’d already been over the plan a hundred times, there was no need to voice it again now.

There was a road that crossed behind Junko’s mansion with plenty of trees for coverage and a hiding spot for Sehun. He was the most skilled with a rifle and Junmyeon needed his trusted sniper. Instead of taking the two SUVs, they opted for the blendable, less operative looking compacts. Of course, that meant less room for them to maneuver if they ended up in a shootout while still in the car, but they couldn’t risk being spotted too far out.

The car ride was long, grating at Junmyeon’s nerves as they went along. But irritation and the drive to get to you only increased once Jongdae pulled over to the side of the road and cut the engine. No words were spoken as they all filed out of the car. Each of them were dressed in black gear that resembled the special force’s uniform. It certainly felt like they were going to war.

Spread out in a line, they trekked through the woods in the direction of Junko’s house. As the trees began to thin, they slowed, regrouping to prepare for what they were about to do.

Looking at each of his men, Junmyeon sighed. They weren’t all fighters, killers. Yixing’s job was to heal, not harm. Kyungsoo preferred to be behind a computer screen and Baekhyun was the clown of the group, playing tricks and mocking the others. But everyone was quick to agree when Junmyeon proposed going after you and ending this. They hated Junko and they hated the idea of you suffering even more.

Without being told, Sehun climbed up a sturdy-looking tree, finding a comfortable branch to lay on and set up his long range rifle. Into the small microphone on his wrist, Sehun whispered, “All sights aligned. Three guards are wandering around the back from what I can see.”

Junmyeon didn’t hesitate as he brought his own comm up to his lips. “Do it.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It wasn’t like the movies when that rifle when went off and only a soft snip was heard. While it wasn’t exactly a sonic boom, it was still enough to make Junmyeon flinch. He never got used to the sudden sound of a gun being used. Several minutes went by as they waited for more possible opponents to arrive.

“They’re headed out now.”

“Take out as many as you can,” Junmyeon ordered. “Chanyeol will help.”

All too eager to get started, Chanyeol loaded up the magazine into his own, specially made rifle and called out to Sehun which one he was aiming for in his comm so they didn’t waste time hitting the same guard. When six others had been taken down and no more came out, it was time.

Junmyeon turned to the rest of them. “Remember, whoever finds (y/n) first, you get her the hell out of there, no matter what. I’ll find Junko and end him.” Everyone nodded. They knew Junko was his.

At his signal, everyone took off across the backyard, guns out and ready just in case more guards arrived. However, the real party was waiting for them inside.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, bullets began to rain. They barely found cover in open rooms to avoid being hit. Junmyeon fired back, hitting one guard in the leg, taking him down. It was a good thing the covert part of his plan ended back in the woods.

“Junmyeon! Look!” Jongdae pointed down the hall past the guards. Smoke and flame was leaking out of one of the rooms. What the-

“Well, look who decided to bring themselves to me!” Junko shouted as he pushed his way past his men. The firing had stopped as almost everyone present was either running low on ammo or out completely. Junko crossed his arms, pride smeared all over his face. “That was very kind of you. Saves me the trouble of going to your little warehouse to take you out.”

The warehouse? How did he- the files. That must have been in the files. That warehouse had been secret since his father first bought it, well before Junmyeon was ever born. How did your father find out about it?

Looking down, Junmyeon recounted all the shots he’d fired off. One bullet left. And he knew exactly where he wanted to put it. “Tell me, Junko, did you set your own house on fire?”

Junko frowned. “What are you talking about?” When Junmyeon pointed in the direction of the flames, Junko followed with his gaze. “What the hell? Quan! Go see what’s going on?”

But the guard didn’t make it two steps when the room exploded. The force sent them all to the floor. Cracks formed in the walls and bits of plaster and wooden splints from the beams fell from the ceiling. Junmyeon couldn’t help but laugh.

Junko didn’t take to kindly to that, randomly firing the gun in his hand towards Junmyeon.

The bullet struck his arm and he hissed as the metal tore through his skin and muscle. Blood pored through the wound. Junmyeon tried his best to press his hand against the hole to slow down the bleeding, but he doubted it was doing any good. Hopefully this would end before he lost too much. Either that, or he was dead anyway.

“Where’s (y/n)!” he demanded. He needed to keep his focus on you. That would keep him going, keep him fighting.

“I think she’s the least of your worries right now,” Junko chuckled.

Junmyeon pushed himself up to his feet and made a dumb decision. He fired his last bullet, merely scraping Junko’s side, and then he charged.

Junko was shocked by the wound in his side, giving Junmyeon the distraction he needed to pounce and wrestle the gun away. He wasn’t able to pick the weapon up himself, but he did get a nice punch in to the bastard’s jaw. That’s when it became an all-out brawl.

Putting more brute strength behind his punches than he ever had before, this was one fight he would not lose. Each knee to the stomach, each punch to the face, each hit he took was worth it. He could get back up again. He had to.

Junko was tiring out, but he wasn’t giving up. Losing was never his strong suit. “You.” Hit. “Just.” Kick. “Don’t.” Punch. “Know when to quit.”

Using his height to his advantage, Junko slammed Junmyeon down on the ground and dug his foot on the wound in Junmyeon’s arm. The latter cried out, unable to hold back the pain. Everyone else around them was at a standstill, guns aimed at the opposing side, but no one willing to make a move. They didn’t want to take the risk of a bullet. Besides, this was something to be settled between the leaders.

“This is it, Junmyeon,” Junko gloated. His breath was raggedy, hindered even more by the smoke drifting into the area. “It’s over. And I’m going to enjoy watching you-” He never got to finish that sentence. Deep red began to spread over his white shirt, growing by the second, spreading over his chest. Nothing else left his opened mouth as he fell to the floor, eyes void of life.

Realizing that their leader was now dead, the guards that used to follow Junko’s every order dropped their weapons and held up their hands in surrender.

Yixing ran to Junmyeon’s side, helping him up to a sitting position. Looking around, Junmyeon only saw faces that were just as stunned as his. “Who did that?”

“That would be me.”

Hearing the voice behind them, the guards spread out and Sehun, along with a very terrified looking girl, stepped forward, the barrel of his rifle smoking.

“I thought I said Junko was mine?” Junmyeon growled. The youngest of his friends just shrugged. Oh well, he couldn’t turn back time. And the bastard was dead, nothing else mattered.

“Please, sir!” the young girl shouted, grabbing his attention. “He said you came to find the madam! You have to find her!”

Junmyeon scrambled up to his feet, ignoring the pain in his arm as he ran up to the maid. “Where is (y/n)?”

“S-she went to go look-k for one of th-the other maids,” the girl stammered. “I think she went upstairs, but there’s another fire. She started it in the study.”

Wait… “She… she started the fires?”

The girl nodded.

Taking off towards the stairs, he ignored the warning cries of his men, taking the steps two at a time. “(y/n)! (y/n)! Can you hear me! (y/n)!” He almost turned right on instinct since there was less smoke in that direction, but he just barely made out a figure lying on the ground in the other hallway in the corner of his eye. “(y/n)!”

He ran to the figure, relieved when he saw it was you, but that was quickly replaced by new fear when you didn’t stir at the sound of his voice. Scooping you up, he pushing through the smoke, bypassing Yixing at the bottom of the stairs and heading for the backyard where the air was cleaner.

As carefully as he could, he laid you down on the grass then motioned for Yixing to check your vitals. Your chest was moving, which was a good sign, but you were still unconscious and unresponsive to his attempts to bring you back to awareness. They wouldn’t know the extent of the damage until you woke up. If you woke up.

“You just couldn’t wait for me a little longer?” Junmyeon whispered as he stroked your face.

“You didn’t exactly give her a reason to hold on,” Jongdae pointed out bitterly.

Yixing frowned. “As much as I’d like to add to this conversation, I really need to get her back to the house and to an oxygen tank. I think she’ll make it, though.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Junmyeon lifted you back up and started carrying you to the woods where the cars were waiting on the other side. His arm was screaming at him, but he didn’t want anyone else holding you, so he would take the pain. Now that you were back in his arms, he wasn’t ever going to let you go again.

#exo #exo mafia au #exo mafia!au #junmyeon x reader #kim junmyeon #suho #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo gang au #exo gang!au #exo series #Sins of the Father

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skycanvas-and-swayingmoon · 5 years

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Fanfic ramblings again (’cause I don’t know how to do a review gdi).

Side by side - by Lesbo, which assumes the scenario in the morning after ch.291. Mainly inward feelings of Guan Shan, with a little fluff element to boot.

In view of the situation after the new chapter, I would expect Guan Shan to wake up yelling and swearing; but when you think about it, a Guan Shan with a calmer reaction is also endearing. He is, after all, totally not that type who would be crossed and rage over anything.

So, as mentioned, the text's focus revolves around the interpretation on the innermost feeling of Guan Shan.

The Guan Shan in this piece of writing wakes up with a bit of a daze, with the first thought being “this mansion on the mountain is haunted”. With the realization that it is no other than He Tian beside him, Guan Shan feels the situation is quite bit comical. Indeed, a rich bastard squeezing on the small space of the furniture; no longer a young kid, yet cannot sleep alone.

Seeing He Tian’s sleeping posture, Guan Shan recalls on several occasions how the former cannot have a good sleep. He goes on wondering why he would choose him to accompany him in his sleep, to why He Tian would always take the initiative on approaching him.

He actively searches for the answer. He knows however, that with just a simple thought, it is already bright as day:

"He Tian, do you like me or not?

Are you harboring feelings towards me, He Tian?"

These sort of words, he would bury them deep in his heart. On one side, he is scared of rejection and contempt for having such far-fetched thoughts. Yet, the true reason to his hesitation, he knows, is the fear of ruining the friendship between them.

"Yes, because they are best friends, enough to be good buddies, enough to remain loyal to each other, that this aspect becomes what he is truly afraid of. What if, when the question is presented to He Tian, the other party only glares at him in astonishment, and at a complete loss and replies, "I thought we are just friends". Just friends, just friends, isn’t it enough to remain just friends? Having lived that many years, just how many people can Mo Guan Shan call a friend? If He Tian is not completely a friend, he can still be considered a half one; and he absolutely does not wish to have this hard-won friendship abruptedly ruined by his own hands."

"Mo Guan Shan admits he is no good at math, but this debt here, he calculates it as clear as possible. [...] Then perhaps, it would be better to feel content with yourself and stay at one place, and wait for youth to slowly walk past them."

The internal struggle of Guan Shan, combined with the writer's expressive writing style really make a mark on the my experience. Plus, I'm quite fascinated by the use of alliteration in the writing "just", "what if",... It reminds you of the continuing uncertainty regarding his feeling. What if it goes wrong, what if he says something he shouldn't, what would it cost?

What if these words are forever, lost amidst of the passing youth?

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That is when he stops with his train of thought. Rolling over, observing the sleeping person beside him, and lifting his fingertip to gently touch his eyelashes. And when he finds no reaction, the redhead amusingly roll over, once again falls into his slumber.

What he doesn't know is how the other has fluttered awake, pulling the blanket, waiting for the redhead to lean towards him, and "pretending to be unintentional, lightly dropping a kiss on his the back of his neck."

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"Love would arrive late by chance.

Only this time, Mo Guan Shan does not know, that it has come just right."

#personal #back with my shatty translation orz

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l000ey · 6 years

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kwon ryu → r.d

pairing; song mino x rae dara (mention of kwon jiyong)

summary; mino wants a baby but dara tells him that she can’t have babies and why, then they go to visit someone special for dara

warnings; mentions of miscarriage, stress attack and mild depression and spoilers about red’s future

note; poor red dragon :( I think I'll do an alternate ending to see how it would be if she ended up with gd

2019

Dara's head was moving from side to side in sync with the demo of a girl, a possible artist of her new company, that Tian had brought her that morning. It wasn’t bad, the rhythm was catchy, the lyrics in english and along with many "bitches". Her artistic part, Red, she loved it. She smiled and shoved a large handful of ramen into her mouth as she looked at her emails.

She was alone at home since Mino had to go to the studio to finish his solo album but she didn’t care much, she was proud of him and the time alone was always a good thing for her, besides that if Mino was with her she couldn’t finish all the work she had with the opening of the new label, probably if Mino were here she would not even have been able to get out of bed this morning.

"D, I'm home!" The king of Rome exclaimed leaving the keys on the kitchen table. He greeted Jaehee, the housekeeper, who was cleaning the kitchen. "Hi, Jaehee. How are you today?".

"I'm fine, Mino." The woman gave her boss a sweet smile. "Thanks for asking. Dara is in her office, she said not to bother her until lunchtime” She sighed, picking up the plate with the remains of pancakes and chocolate syrup.

"Did she get up later today too?" He raised a curious eyebrow. Lately Dara had been behaving differently, didn’ t talk much, locked herself in her office or in the studio that she had at home and only went out to eat, have dinner and then go to bed. Mino thought that maybe it was because she was very focused on opening her own company, because her parents had told her they would come to visit next month or because she hadn’t been on stage for a while. Whatever it was, it was affecting her and that was worrying not only Mino but also her employees, her fans, her friends and the whole world.

Jaehee nodded, making her white hair bun move with the movement of her head. "She got up an hour ago, had breakfast in silence while looking at her phone and when she finished she locked herself in the office. Although about ten minutes ago came and prepared an instant ramen "

Mino let out a sound from his throat, making her understand that he understood and after giving her a slight smile he headed towards the office. He sighed when he saw her move her head with some song that was listening on her headphones, he smiled before closing the door behind him and leaned against the door watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. She kept humming a song that he didn’t know how to recognize and her eyes were focused on the screen of her computer, not realizing that her husband was right in front of her. It must be that the song ran out at once because she took off her headphones and smiled, even without looking at him.

"Are you going to stand there longer? You look like a creepy stalker” She heard him chuckle before approaching her and sitting on one of the chairs in front of her desk."How's the album? "

"Interesting" He shrugged, still crossed his arms "And the company?"

"Interesting" She made the same gesture as him making both laugh, when the laugh died Mino sighed without erasing his smile while Dara filled her mouth again with ramen.

"D?" The girl made an affirmative noise at his question, unable to respond with words because her mouth was full of food "I want to have a baby".

Immediately the brunette began to cough because of the surprise almost choked, Mino got up to help but she stopped him raising a hand, swallowed and drank water and then cough a couple of times more. She shook her head, her eyes were closed and her body tense. The boy frowned, was it so bad to want to have a baby with the person you love?

"Are you okay?" His voice drew her to reality. She opened her eyes and nodded before smiling and taking his hand across the table, her thin hands were much smaller than his.

"Mimi" The brown eyed boy smiled quickly, he loved that nickname for some reason, but only if it was she who called him that because if you did not call yourself Rae Dara and you called him that way you ran the risk of taking a punch in the face " I...Why so suddenly? "

"Today Hanbin brought Hanbyul and, well she is not a baby anymore, but she is so pretty and it was so beautiful to see her and Hanbin hugging each other or how she fell asleep in his arms" He moved in his place and put both hands around hers with the other hand that was free "I want that, with a little princess that looks like you or a champion that looks like me and teach them how to rap, dance and produce, it would be incredible. I want to have a child with you".

A silence covered the room. Both looked at each other in total silence, she looked at him with pity while he looked at her with hope that she would say yes. Dara broke the visual contact by finding the glass that made the desk much more interesting, Mino frowned and took a hand to her chin to raise and make her look him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He gave her a sweet smile, trying to comfort her and convey that he was there for her although he was also afraid and the insecurities did not take long to reach her body. Many questions came to his brain.

She didn’t want him enough to have a child with him?, Didn’t she want to have a baby because she thought he would ruin her career? Would she think that if she was pregnant he would stop loving her because she was not thin? or worse, Did she don’t want to have a child with him because she was only using him as entertainment until Jiyong left the military service?, Would she ask for a divorce when that day comes?.

Her green eyes rested sadly on his, they were watery. "I can’t give you children, Mino. There is very little chance that I would get pregnant, almost nil"

"What?" Mino didn’t understand anything, why could not a girl like her have children? She loved children!

"When I was eighteen, I got pregnant by mistake but Jiyong and I were happy, how couldn’t we? We were in love, we had the job of our dreams and we were going to have a child, the perfect life was getting closer but apparently being parents didn’t fit into the destiny's plans so it tried to erase the error” She took a breath of air causing Mino to squeeze her hand because hers were trembling non-stop. She swallowed and continued "One day Tian and I were in the car, I had a concert here in Seoul and I decided to tell him that I would be a mom because he was like a father to me and still nobody knew, I wanted him to be the first to know, I was happy to finally tell someone the secret but Tian was not very happy about it. From the beginning he didn’t support my relationship with Jiyong, as any father would, but he learned to live with it, of course pregnancy was something else, he began to tell me it was stupid, a risk too big for my career, that I was very young and that both I and baby would suffer because Jiyong wouldn’t be long with us, we argued very hard and I had a stress attack that caused me to have an abortion, I lost a lot of blood and they had to operate on me. It turns out that something was bad insidet there and the doctor told me that thanks to abortion there was very little chance that I could conceive children in the future ".

By the time she finished speaking, she was in a mess, she was crying non-stop, her eyes looked like waterfalls, she was shaking and it seemed like she was not breathing. Mino approached her so that she would sit on his lap and hug her, kissed her shoulder to give her moral support.

"How long were you when it happened?" He muttered almost distressed, it felt strange to talk about a son who could be here scampering but that was not his but Kwon Jiyong's.

"I had just turned a month." She shivered in his arms, making him tighten her grip on her and place the blanket she wore earlier around her shoulders better. Shee looked into his eyes "You can’t tell how much it hurt to wake up from the operation and see Jiyong crying next to my bed, hugging my arm. The happiness that had lit up his face when I told him I was pregnant had turned into a heavy, dark shadow of pain and grief. When I was pregnant he looked at me as if I were some kind of goddess who was giving him the greatest of gifts and, you don’t know how much I would like to see that look on you Mino, but I can’t, I'm sorry” Finally she let out a sob, she hid her face in his neck and her hand made a fist around the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. The boy could feel the tears wet his shirt but it didn’t matter to him but he pressed her harder against his body and kissed repeatedly the skin of her shoulder.

"It's okay, babe. It's okay, I can settle for Johnny and you. We are the perfect family of three, although we could give Johnny a friend, what do you think? "He smiled at a laugh choking a sob, at least she was laughing. He stroke her back carefully and they both stayed in that pose for several minutes, both without saying a word. Oh, what memories of there for 2015 in the new year.

"These days I've been this weird because next week ten years ago and it's going to be the first year for the anniversary without Jiyong, and it feels weird and bad because Jiyong is the only thing left of that memory and always, every year, we go to his grave to take flowers.” She broke the silence with his voice even more hoarse for having cried. Mino tightened his lips making them a thin line, feeling even more bad for her.

"He have a grave?"

"Yes, it was Jiyong's idea" She shrugged her shoulders away from his neck while wiping her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, which was actually from Mino “He said we needed something to remind us that this had really happened, that pain would make us human again if at some point we lost ourselves. "

Mino gave a nod, knew that G Dragon and Red had a language that only they understood, they said a lot of deep things that might not make sense at that time but they knew their meaning one way or another. Their relationship was strange and too poetic.

"Can we go visit him? I'd like to go” He asked and Dara smiled before giving him a chaste kiss and hugging him by the neck as she thanked him again and again.

And so, half an hour later, they were in the cemetery looking at a stone grave surrounded by flowers and a dragon sculpted in the marble next to the initials 'K.R'. Mino frowned, keeping his hands in the pockets of his coat while Dara stroked the stone and left a bouquet of flowers, as she had said on the way were sakuras, the typical flowers of Japan.

"K.R?" His scowl still frowned on one more "It's obvious that K is for Kwon, but what about the R?".

"Kwon Ryu, that was going to be his or hers name."

"Dragon in Japanese, of course" He let out a small laugh at the obviousness of the matter and Dara smiled at him from the ground.

"The dragon is something very powerful and precious. Jiyong name means dragon in Korea, my favorite animal is the dragon and that's why I have one tattooed on my back, I'm from Japan so Ryu was a good choice to be the name of our unborn child” She shrugged and got up, got rid of the snow that had stained her knees and entwined her arm with her husband's before smiling at the grave "Let's go home, it's beginning to snow very hard".

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marquis1305 · 6 years

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A Reflection in You Eyes

Chapter 9- Hiding Beneath a Thin Veneer

Summary:

Nothing like a bit of danger to keep us on our toes. Why running into old friends isn't always a good thing.

This is going to be a long journey. Damaia groans internally. It had only been a few hours, and already the mages required a break to rest and nourish themsleves. She grit her teeth and eyed the group of Circle Mages, weighing which ones were going to be the most trouble on their way.

Pietro seemed to be in the best shape, which made sense considering he had managed for months after escaping Kirkwall before being recaptured and sent to Ostwick. Damaia noticed that the man was less skittish and paranoid now that he was surrounded by the mercenaries. She quietly wondered if he might join them after reaching Haven, she would need to speak to Vashta and Talon about the possibility. Reen kept pace with him, the casteless dwarf regaling the man with his tales of his time being stuck in the Deep Roads.

The Tranquil, Benton, didn't complain, and she didn't expect him to. But Damaia had noticed that he had begun to take deeper breaths, and shorter steps. He had obviously needed the rest. Damaia marked that he would require someone to keep track to ensure he didn't push himself to exhaustion. She had assigned Kurt to escort him, and neither seemed to mind as they continued their endless conversation regarding weapons enchantments and possible improvements. But, Damaia knew that Kurt could get caught up in his passion enough to fail to recognize when the Tranquil would need to stop.

Juliana had been assigned to the young enchanter, Tiane. The girl lagged behind on occasion, but Juliana ensured that she never fell too far behind. Damaia could tell that the young one hadn't had a chance for much more than studying. Damaia made a mental note that Tiane would probably require a mount more often to keep from exhaustion.

She had been pleasantly surprised by the apprentice, Dalen. The boy had initially requested to scout alongside Xavier, as the man did his constant rounds circling the outskirts of their perimeters. While Damaia had needed to deny this request, with Mesara's firm approval of the denial; she had allowed him to pair with Trevior. The two would occasionally scout at the front or take a sweep at the tail end of the caravan; moving often between the two positions. Damaia had also happened to overhear a conversation regarding the agility needed to learn how to pick locks. A conversation that she would not be forwarding to the red-headed leader of their band.

Mesara had taken up the offer from Leon to have him escort her, and with Talon keeping stride along-side Carintha; Damaia had all heads counted for. Talon and Leon would ensure the two mage leaders would keep pace, or make sure that Damaia would stop to allow them rest.

She let her eyes fall on the others of her band. Clarrisse stayed close to her, she could tell that the blonde elf was still feeling uncomfortable around the other mages. Damaia flashed her a quick smile before continuing her head count. Vashta kept up the rear guard. Xavier had checked in a few minutes ago before bolting off again, as was his way. She had sent off Paka with Harold a few hours ago to start the haggling for the necessary mounts at the next town. Vierran was currently pulling out rations for the entire group, and handing out cups full of water as well. While Nikier took his usual place at the front of the caravan.

Damaia huffed, we are spread too thin. If anyone were to attack us, the mages would need to be corralled in the center. Then we can form a wall around them.

She knew that each member of her crew knew their positions. She knew that they had each run through a dozen variations of the maneuvers. Damaia knew that each of these insecurities were what it meant to lead, Talon had warned her as much more times than she could recall.

"You have five minutes for rest before we need to move again!" She barks the order, standing straighter. "If you want to make it to the Conclave on time we can't stop for rest every three hours. Once mounts are secured, mages can ride, but the mounts will need rest and walking as well. So that means you need to get used to being on your feet. Also, when we camp tonight, your escort will tent near you, so that they are in reach. They can each show you how we set up camp. We will be keeping you all centered, with our tents making an outer circle."

She paused here to see if they had absorbed the information, then nods tensely. Damaia hated protection missions, it was easier to destroy than to protect. Which made her job harder and every wannabe rival's easier. Damaia turns to keep watch for when Xavier would be making his next check in, assuming that the group would be on the move again before he could complete the circuit. Xavier was their first line of defense, his roving keeping them aware of any outside threats moving in their direction. She didn't think that there would be any trouble this close to Highever, but knew better than to assume anything.

After their rest period was up, the group begins to move again.

Damaia begins to worry when the sun passes its zenith, and Xavier has not checked in.

She signals for the stop, fist held high in the air. Then flicks her hand to signal for silence. Straining her ears for any sound. Her company quieting any noises that the mages make.

One count, two. Nothing. She holds for a count of ten before she catches it.

The high four note whistle.

Xavier's signal for danger.

"Frostblades, circle up!" She commands, pulling her staff from the holster on her back. That whistle was too far away. Xavier was too far away. Damaia hesitated only a moment.

"Mesara, Vashta, take command. Keep tight, keep low. Clarrisse, barrier. I'm gonna find him!"

She took off running, trusting her second to keep things from falling apart on this end. Damaia refused to let her scout fall because she had been too busy listening to whining children. She cursed under her breath, reverting to using Qunlat as her frustration builds. She strains to hear a repeat of the signal. Pushing herself the to run as quickly as her body will take her.

The sound comes again, sharper, clearer. She jolts left. Following the direction of the sound. Praying to whatever god will listen.

It's fifteen minutes before she makes it to the origin of the whistling. Her eyes scanning forest line. She hears the signal again, this time from above her, off to the right. Damaia signals the return, two sharp high notes. She catches sight of an arm dangling from a net that has been lifted high into an oak.

"Damaia!" Xavier shouts as he sees the Qunari. Damaia scrambles towards him, quickly untying the rope from the tree's base. Straining to lower the male down without dropping him. "You shouldn't have separated from the others!"

She moves to untangle him from the net, "I don't leave good men behind. Vashta can hold the line, he kno-"

"It's the Strikers." Xavier cuts her off. Damaia's eyes widen. Her breath catching in her throat.

"No, but we called truce with them last winter..." Her voice trails off, Damaia shakes the last of the netting away from Xavier and pulls the man to stand.

"They aren't after us. The captain warned me they had a contract to stop mages from heading to the Conclave. Said that the only reason he was gonna let me give warning was because of the truce." Xavier uses his momentum to pull Damaia back in the direction of the road. They knew that they had no time to waste if they were going to keep the other's alive.

Vashta was impressed by the way Mesara kept her cool. When Damaia handed over command he was half worried that the mage would drop the ball when it came to a combat sitution.

Clearly this was not the case.

The Frostblades circled up, forming a loose wall around the mages, with Clarrisse in the center to pop a barrier spell at the first sign of danger. Vashta barked a few orders, only to be drowned out by Mesara's voice.

"Tiane, assist Clarrisse with the barriers. Pietro, you're our strongest offensive caster, if they aren't templars, strike hard and fast. Carintha, you and I will do crowd control, funnel them in and keep them from surrounding us. Benton, keep Dalen out of trouble. Dalen, stick next to that archer friend of yours and practice your support spells." Her voice commanding and strong. Vashta nodded his approval to her.

"Frostblades, take position! Leave room for the mages to cast. No doubt that these ones will have better aim than our Demona." The mercenaries bark out a laugh while coordinating with the new orders. Leaving large enough gaps in their ranks that the mages would have room to cast and maneuver without taking friendly fire. He could hear the rustling along the forest line, indicating that they were no longer alone.

Vashta lifts his great sword, holding it at the ready. He did not wear his Vitaar this day, but he held his Asala in his hand. He had kept the blade close to him, despite leaving the Qun.

There were some things a person could not leave behind.

Slowly, the enemy slides forward from between the trees surrounding them. There are enough that Vashta cannot count off hand. He scowls. His hand shoots up, two fingers up. The signal to hold at the ready. Vashta growls as he catches sight of their insignia.

"Strikers!" He calls out, keeping the sign for hold high in the air. "We have a peace with you right now."

"We do indeed, but we also have a contract out on your charges, Frostblades. And that takes priority." The leader steps forward. Bright blue eyes hidden behind a fringe of curling blond hair. "You know how it is Vashta, no hard feelings though."

"Nicolas, I might have known you would choose to lead this mission. Still holding a grudge against Damaia?"

"Not in the least, the girl made her choice. As I have made mine, we have no quarrel with you and yours, just need to make sure those mages don't make it to Haven."

Vashta drops his hand, and moves forward to greet the other warrior. The two clasp forearms, just as Mesara breaks forward from the defense position. Leon following just behind her, weapon at the ready.

"I will not have you speak on our behalf," she keeps her head high, striding with ease. "Nicolas, was it?"

The blonde dips his head in response, breaking his hold with Vashta. "It is indeed. And you are?"

"Lady Mesara Teirna Loline Elizabeth Trevelyan, third daughter of Bann Trevelyan, of the Ostwick Circle of Magi." She holds up her hand, as if expecting the mercenary to take it. Acting nonplussed when he does not, she allows the hand to drop back into her lap. "These mages are my charges, and the Frostblades hired to protect us. Who placed the contract, if I might ask?"

"I'm not in the habit of giving away information for free, especially to a mark."

"Very well, what is the price of your contract." She stares down Nicolas, keeping her face impassive.

"10 gold per mage we capture."

"Oh, is that all? What a pittance considering the danger you face in tracking down mages. Be glad that we found you before you faced any real danger." Vastha eyes Mesara, smile widening as he catches onto her ploy. Leon raises an eye at both, but keeps his silence. Not wanting to exchange a ready defense for words quite yet.

"Can't imagine what it might end up like if he runs into a group of mages who cast like Demona, all wild and uncontrolled. Not to mention if any blood mages were around. Here that they can control a man like he was a puppet." Vashta shrugs and leans against his great sword, affecting boredom. Nicolas pales visibly. Vashta can only imagine the calculations he is running in his head. "I mean, you might have enough numbers to overrun a small group like this. But not without losing at least half your men. What would happen after that."

"Vashta, you know I have to honor the contract, but... "Nicolas pauses to consider his options.

Damaia bursts into the field, hands crackling with energy, Xavier trailing behind her. "Nicolas!"

The blond turns with wide eyes. "Damaia, we-"

"Were just having a civil conversation about risk versus reward." Mesara interjects, smoothing out her gown with disinterest. Vashta shrugs and chuckles.

Taking in the scene before her, Damaia lowers her hands. "A civil conversation? While surrounded by fifty mercenaries with a contract to kill or kidnap?"

She can barely contain the sarcasm in her voice.

"Of course, after all, if another contract were to take its place, it would just be a matter of who was the highest bidder. For example, if I were to pay him instead to keep the road clear of Templars who might hamper those on their way to Haven...." Mesara lets the thought linger unspoken.

Damaia nods. "Would keep the peace between the Strikers and the Frostblades too, keeps another war from breaking out amidst all this other shit."

Nicolas shakes his head, laughing. "Why is it that you always manage to make things more complicated, Damaia." He glances over at her. "Fine, we can accept a new contract. Wasn't exactly happy at the thought of risking my men against mages anyways. At least Templars can shoot lightning or acid or earthquakes at us. We can work out the contract tonight. First, why don't we get you people to a town where you won't be a menace to anyone using the road?"

"Says the man who set an ambush?" Damaia can't help the teasing edge to her voice.

Both Captains signal for their men to stand down. The Frostblades easily step out of position, smiling and exchanging greetings with the Strikers. Mesara glares around her. Leon exchanges confused whispers with Xavier when the scout moves over to him.

"You know each other?"

"Nicolas was a Frostblade until he broke off on his own. Took about twenty of our second best-"

"Twenty five of the best."

"Men and women. They prefer stealth missions, kidnappings, ransom, so forth. Whereas the Frostblades are a touch more direct. As you may have noticed. Anyways, we made a peace with them shortly after they broke off. An unofficial treaty amongst mercenaries to not take contracts against each other."

"Which we have kept, and was the reason why we allowed Xavier to give warning."

Xavier chuckles slightly, "Much obliged by the way."

Damaia shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "Well, we need to make way to the town anyways. Have to gather up mounts and more supplies. You can travel with us if you wish. Since it appears you need to hammer out the details of your new contract with the Lady mage."

#A reflection in your eyes #Damaia Adaar #mesara trevelyan #mercenary #mages #conflict #grade a diplomacy skills #Mesara has a long name #Dragon age inquisition #dragon age fan fic #Dragon age oc #dragon age original character #I swear they will reach haven #Damaia has a way of running off with her chapters #There was a plot #I swear

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monkee98 · 7 years

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19 Days Omegaverse Chapter 6

Warning: NSFW

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

The stench was overpowering and he could have sworn he felt his stomach start to churn. But at least here his own scent was hidden, he was sure no one would bother searching for him in a dingy alley next to an overflowing dumpster.

“Mo Guan Shan!? I knew I recognized that red hair”

Said red-haired omega looked up and was startled to find the blonde omega that tried sitting with him at lunch last week, “What the fuck, how did you find me!?” Guan Shan stared at the excitable omega, so much for hiding.

“I saw your hair, it’s pretty hard to miss especially in a dark alley. Speaking of which, why are you sitting next to a dumpster?” Jian Yi tilted his head in genuine curiosity.

“What’s it to ya?” the redhead grumbled into his arms which were crossed over his knees.

Jian Yi moved closer and his eyes widened when he noticed the unusual scent coming off of him.

“Are you going to go into heat?” the blonde gasped. It made sense now why he was hiding here where his scent was obscured, but aside from that, his scent was still weak.

“I-no…” he replied quickly, but Jian Yi’s suspicious gaze wouldn’t budge, “...maybe”

He watched as Jian Yi suddenly turn out of the alley, probably deciding that he didn’t want to be involved with him, he ignored the slight disappointment and fear that welled up inside him at being alone again.

To his shock the omega called out to his companion who was apparently on the other side of the street, also just carelessly yelling out into the streets that he was about to go into heat, and something else after that he did not catch.

“Hey! What the chicken dick was that?!”

Jian Yi turned and shushed him before pulling out his phone and flinging it across the street.

Mo Guan Shan just stared in confusion until the other omega turned back to stand over him again.

“Is that why you’re hiding? You shouldn’t be out here by yourself” he reprimanded the troubled omega, “and don’t worry, the streets are pretty empty here” he reassured after he saw the look of utter horror on the redhead’s face when he remembered that Jian Yi just yelled across the street that he was in heat.

The longer he stayed here the worse it would get, and it was only a matter of time before Guan Shan’s scent would overpower the stench he was using to hide it.

“I took suppressants...but they started to wear off sooner than I expected” Mo Guan Shan mumbled in his defense.

“Then we have to get you out of here before some strange alpha finds you” Jian Yi stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and had it been anyone else he was addressing those words to, it would have been. But Mo Guan Shan could find no reason why this boy should want to help him, the one time they interacted Guan Shan acted straight up rude, and he acted no differently now, so why on earth would he want to help him?

“No you don’t, just leave me alone, I don’t need your help” he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the incomprehensibly kind omega in front of him.

“Well, maybe you don’t need my help, but I know someone better” Jian Yi beamed.

Mo Guan Shan furrowed his brows, “Oh yeah, and who’s that?”

“You will see” the blonde hummed.

Just as he said that they both turned to see a tall broad dark haired figure step into the alley.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” the redhead exclaimed, but Jian Yi simply turned and left to rejoin his friend who had just crossed the street.

“What are you doing out here Don’t Close Mountain? Don’t you know you’re not supposed to leave your room, you’re just asking for trouble” He Tian’s deep voice seemed to fill the small cramped space.

“It’s none of your business, just leave already” the omega sneered at the dark haired alpha above him, turning his head away.

“No, you are coming with me” He Tian reaches out to grab Guan Shan’s arm. As soon as he made contact the redhead flinched back in pain, his eyes widening in fear.

He Tian narrowed his eyes at the omega who had averted his gaze to the end of the alley instead.

“What was that?” He Tian asked as he stepped closer and slowly crouched in front of the tense omega., as if any sudden moves would cause him to flee like a wild animal.

“N-nothing, don’t touch me so suddenly you bastard” Guan Shan grunted, still refusing to look at the alpha.

“....Did you get into another fight?”

“No-”

“Yes you did. Who was it?” He Tian snapped, his eyes darkening dangerously.

“I told you, that's not-”

“It was She Li wasn’t it, what did he....or should I ask what you did to piss him off?” the alpha demanded. For some unfathomable reason, this omega had a habit of getting involved with the wrong people, and this would not be the first time She Li was involved. Although he knew it was him anyways from the vulgar scent that he left on the omega. Then again, that could just be all the trash they were sitting next to, it was hard to tell.

Guan Shan gulped, the alpha could somehow always see through him. It was frustrating how He tian could read him like an open book, but when he tried to figure anything out about He Tian, all he got was an impenetrable brick wall.

“It was nothing, why can’t you just leave me alone?” Guan Shan started to feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, really not wanting to deal with him right now.

He Tian reached out and gently wiped a stray tear off the horrified omega’s face.

“I want to know what happened. But first, you are getting into the car”, He stood and carefully pulled the redhead up with him.

“Wait, you have a car?”

“It’s not mine. My uncle lets me use it over breaks” He Tian continued to pull the omega along across the street to the parked car. He opened the passenger side door and pushed Guan Shan into the seat and closed the door before going around to the other side and settling into the driver’s seat.

“Alright, you better start talking”

“...Where are you taking me?” Mo Guan Shan mumbled, refusing to answer his question.

“My place. Don’t change the subject” He Tian shifted the car into drive and eased into the lane., not taking his eyes off the road.

“It doesn’t matter…” Guan Shan insisted, turning to look out the passenger side window.

“I could smell him on you, and you’re about to go into heat” the alpha urged, his temper beginning to bubble through the cracks.

“H-he didn’t actually do anything, so it’s not a big deal” the omega frowned, nervously wringing his hands in his lap.

He Tian stopped at a red light and shot a glance at his passenger, “What happened to your arm then?” he pushed.

“That….”, it wasn’t something he wanted to remember, the harsh grip on his arm keeping him in place, the way he was forced into a corner, he was very lucky to have somehow escaped. He knew it was stupid of him to not stay home, then go and over exert himself after taking suppressants because he had promised to help She Li today. He detested it, but somehow he always managed to get caught up in whatever that snake was scheming

He Tian could feel the anxiety rolling off the omega next to him; he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and swore to himself that next time he sees that abhorable snake he’s going to make sure he never dares think to come near Guan Shan again.

“Alright, we’re here” He Tian bit out, still aggravated by the thought of She Li’s hands on the omega. Not to mention that without the stench of alley he could catch the hints of heat coming off the redhead.

He pulled the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car, Guan Shan hesitantly followed him into the building. The two got into the elevator and He Tian hit the button for the top floor, Guan Shan stuck to the corner of the elevator farthest from the alpha. He chanced a glance at He Tian taking notice of his hard set jaw and the tightly balled fists at his side.

“Hey….you’re not planning on actually…” unable to finish the sentence, the uncomfortable omega pressed himself closer to the wall, still eyeing the alpha.

“What do you think?” he drawled as the elevator doors opened. He exited without sparing a glance at the redhead, he opened his door and headed straight for his bedroom.

Guan Shan stopped at the door, “....Why?”

He Tian turned around, finally looking at the omega again. Guan Shan had his arms wrapped around himself, his eyes searching for something in the alpha’s face. He Tian stepped closer to the omega, reaching behind him to close and lock the front door.

He didn’t move away, staring fixedly down at Guan Shan he brought his hand up and cupped his cheek.

“The answer to that should be obvious Mo Guan Shan”

The omega was momentarily thrown off guard by He Tian using his full name, but recovered enough to ask, “Then, why me?” not daring to move, “you could have any omega you want”

“So I have you” the alpha insisted, moved his other hand to grasp Guan Shan’s hip, his eyes darkening as the scent of heat became stronger.

Guan Shan could feel his defenses crumbling under the alpha’s heated gaze and addicting scent, he could not deny anymore that he has secretly been longing for this, for him. But he did not want to be used and thrown away, which he absently found ironic considering he was just picked up from behind a dumpster.

“But how am I….I’m not someone who should be with someone like you” Guan Shan couldn’t understand what He Tian saw in him. He should be with someone like Jian Yi, someone who’s kind and gentle, and just generally more omega-like. At least that’s what everyone would expect him to choose.

He Tian pulled Guan Shan closer, narrowing his eyes in warning, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he growled.

Guan Shan tore himself out of He Tian’s grasp, “You know exactly what the fuck I mean. I’m just your fucking cook, your damn errand boy that you know you can pay to do whatever shit you want…. You should have a gentle and innocent omega, not-not a screw up like me” he bit his lip as tears prickled his eyes, hating himself for still wanting to throw himself into He Tian’s arms regardless.

He felt his heat coming back, he wasn’t even sure why he was fighting it anymore, there was no escaping this. He just hoped He Tian wouldn’t regret this when it was all over.

He Tian growled angrily, grabbing the omega by the back of his head and roughly stealing a kiss. Mo Guan Shan, helplessly melting under his lips, moaned encouragingly as a thick fog seemed to take over his mind.

The redheaded omega let out a small whimper when He Tian pulled away suddenly, “And who the fuck wants an omega like that?” he hissed.

Mo Guan Shan looked up at He Tian with desperate eyes, the alpha wasn’t even sure if his words were registering anymore, not that he could bring himself to care at the moment.

He Tian slipped a hand under the omega’s thighs and behind his back, startling the omega by lifting him off the ground, cradling him close to his body as he moved towards the bed.

Mo Guan Shan kept his eyes on the alpha the entire time, desperately hoping he was planning on making this unbearable heat go away, “He-He Tian…” he stuttered, reaching for the alpha’s neck.

“Yeah baby, I know” he soothed the omega, deciding he loved the desperate way Guan Shan called out his name as he placed him on his bed, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you”

He kept close to the omega, not liking the way his eyes watered in fear when he had moved away slightly.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere Guan Shan” not that he could even if he tried, he was barely keeping his voice level, his hands twitching to tear off their clothes and get inside him already.

But the omega was constantly seconds from breaking down, his insecurities left on full display, his heat distracting him from maintaining any of the walls he usually had around himself. The last thing He Tian wanted to do was hurt him.

He Tian slipped a hand up Guan Shan’s shirt, the other one tangling itself in fiery red hair as he leaned down to kiss the omega.

He ran his hands over a muscled stomach and toned pecs, he’s considered muscular for an omega, seeing as most kept a softer figure. But Mo Guan Shan never fit into the omega mold anyways, and if he wanted to he could probably hold his own against a lesser alpha, though helpless against stronger ones like He Tian or Zhan Zheng Xi.

“....hurts….He Tian….fuck it’s hot…” Guan Shan groaned languidly, writhing and pressing his legs together, trying to dispel some of the discomfort, though without success.

“It’ll be over soon baby” he promised sweetly.

Mo Guan Shan leaned into the caresses and let He Tian yank the shirt off, glad to finally be free of the suffocating fabric. He kissed back eagerly when the alpha’s lips reconnected with his own, reaching his hands up to grapple at the broad body beside him. He reached down to He Tian’s crotch, grabbing at the hardness through the fabric of his pants.

“Shit!” He Tian pulled back, startled, and jerked his crotch away from the omega’s touch.

The omega’s expression changed into one of confusion and hurt, he thought that was for him. Did He Tian not want him after all? He couldn’t help the anxious tears leaking from his eyes, if He Tian left him now there was no way he would recover.

“Why…..I thought..” the omega’s voice already thick with tears, his heat amplifying his emotions.

He Tian moved back in quickly, running his hands apologetically over the omega’s face, “I’m sorry baby, you startled me” the alpha normally would not have minded letting Mo Guan Shan touch him, but, at least for today, he wanted it to be about the omega.

He Tian sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head, moving so he was between the omega’s thighs. He watched the omega’s eyes roam his bared torso, his hands fisted in the sheets, unsure what to do with himself, probably terrified of being pushed away again.

He Tian reached for Guan Shan’s hands, bringing them to his lips then moving them into his hair. He Tian smirked at the curious frown on his face, moving his own hands to cup the omega’s butt and gave it a squeeze, earning a startled moan from the omega. He suddenly ducked his head to mouth at the small omega cock through the fabric of his pants.

Guan Shan arched his back, fisting his hands in He Tian’s hair, “A-Ah, Tian….feels good….more”

He Tian wouldn’t dream of denying this omega, he pulled Guan Shan’s cock free and easily took it all into his mouth. He worked quickly, knowing the first release would ease much of the omega’s discomfort.

Mo Guan Shan did not last long under He Tian’s skillful tongue, crying out in release only moments later, his hands falling from their grip in the alpha’s hair. It did not relieve him completely, but he it cleared up some of the fog from his brain.

Guan Shan looked down between his legs and saw He Tian raising his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling when they met eyes. The omega threw his arms over his face to hide his blush.

“You didn’t have to do that” Guan Shan grumbled.

“Of course I did, anything to make you feel better” He Tian replied fondly, grabbing his arms and prying them off his face.

“Is something wrong?” the alpha asked his voice laced with concern when he saw the omega’s red face and how he wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Are you going to leave me after this?” the redhead whispered his words so softly He Tian almost didn’t catch them.

The alpha frowned, “What are you talking about?”, he had a bad feeling about where this was going.

Guan Shan focused his eyes on some distant point past He Tian’s waist, “You’re not actually going to….shit….m-mate me….” he bit his lip and turned his head into the pillow, humiliated by the disappointment showing through in his voice

“....Guan Shan, is that what you want?” he asked carefully, taking the omega by the chin and turning his head to face him.

“You don’t-I” Guan shan swallowed heavily, “I don’t want you to regret it….” his voice small and hesitant.

He Tian sighed and nuzzled the omega’s neck, running his nose over the scent glands there, “Baby, I just sucked you off and swallowed your cum. So you tell me if that’s something you want”

The omega’s blush intensified at the alpha’s words, remembering the feeling of his hot mouth and smooth tongue.

“I’ll only do it if you want” He Tian added, moving away from Guan Shan’s neck to look him in the eyes and show him that he was being completely serious.

The omega bit his lip again, growing uncomfortable again under the alpha’s intense gaze, he really did want to be claimed by He Tian, but few omegas could say that they didn’t, he wasn’t anything special in comparison to them.

He Tian watched the omega’s internal struggle, he was sure he already knew the answer and what was causing his hesitation. Guan Shan just needed a little encouragement.

“Baby, who wouldn’t want a mate like you? You can cook, your scent should come in a bottle, you got a cute butt-”

“What the fuck?!”

“-you’re gorgeous, your hair-”

“Shut up! And my hair looks like rust”

“-reminds me of a sunrise” He Tian finished softly, he ran his fingers through the short red locks bringing his hand to the rough shaved part of his head, resting his forehead on the omega’s.

“I want you Mo Guan Shan. Just say the word and I’m yours”

“....Yes” the word slipped out before he could rethink it.

Next thing he knew his pants and briefs were gone, probably thrown into some obscure corner of the room and there were lips moving on his. The heat began to rise in him again, he could feel the already plentiful amount of slick between his thighs flow again.

He Tian flipped him over, and pulled his hips off the bed, he pressed an affectionate kiss to the omega’s lower back before ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. He sighed in relief when he finally freed his erection from its uncomfortable confines.

He lined himself up, and leaned over his body to whisper into the omega’s ear, “You ready baby?”

Guan Shan shivered at the warm breath at his ear, not trusting his words he simply nodded, grasping the sheets in a white knuckled grip.

He Tian finally pushed in with a satisfied growl, moving in until their hips were flush against each other. Guan Shan moaned in encouragement, wiggling his hips indicating he wanted He Tian to move already.

He Tian couldn't hold himself back as he began to move at a near bruising pace, not that the omega was going to complain.

“F-Fuck, Guan Shan….you’re mine now” He Tian growled into the omega’s neck.

Mo Guan Shan moaned, a pleasant feeling washing over him at He Tian’s words spoken so close.

He rocked his hips back to meet the alpha’s thrusts shakily, those words bringing him nearer to the edge; the omega turned his head to try and face the alpha.

He Tian admired the omega’s alluring expression, his cheeks beautifully flushed and his eyes glazed over in lust and desire, leftover tears pooling the corners. It was so unlike the usual frown or scowl he always wore, he honestly couldn’t pick a favorite.

“Tian...bite” he begged, wanting nothing more than to finally be claimed, something he doubted would ever happen to him, before today.

The alpha wasted no time in granting his wish, digging his teeth into the flesh right at his scent glands, he could feel his knot swell, close to release himself

Guan Shan’s hips stuttered in their movement as he buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cry as the pleasure became too much to bear, spilling onto the sheets beneath him, “He-He Tian…” Guan Shan gasped trying to get his alpha’s attention but he was too far gone.

He Tian only got a few more thrusts in before he was filling his omega, his knot swollen and secure inside him. He took care not to collapse on his omega, instead rolling them onto their sides so he could hold Guan Shan from behind. running his hand over the omega’s toned chest, feeling the slowing heartbeat underneath.

Guan Shan had the sheets gripped in his fist and was biting his lip anxiously. He Tian frowned, wondering what was worrying him, they were mated now and he had agreed to it, the bite….

“Shit…” It would have been hard for He Tian to get his bite while they were in that position, it will probably hurt more now than if they had done it while they were still fucking, “After the knot goes away you can mark me” he quickly told the omega, feeling guilty that he had forgotten.

“...Won’t it hurt?” Mo Guan Shan mumbled, he wanted to mark He Tian too, actually had to for the mating to be complete.

“Don’t worry about that, you want to claim me too right?”

Mo Guan Shan opted not to answer that question, if he was okay with the pain then the omega wasn’t going to complain now.

The omega struggled to stay awake, his body demanding rest before his heat inevitably peaks again. It didn't help that He Tian’s relaxing scent and body heat were surrounding him.

A few comfortably silent minutes later He Tian was able to remove himself from Guan Shan, slightly startling the omega who was still trying not to fall asleep yet. He Tian moved back a little to let Guan Shan roll onto his back, taking the opportunity to steal a quick kiss.

“Ready?” He Tian was leaning over the omega, his hands on either side of his head.

“Just hurry up so I can go sleep” Guan Shan yawned, blinking sleepily.

The alpha lowered himself, offering his neck to the omega who placed a hand on his shoulder and wrapped the other around the nape his neck.

He Tian winced when he felt Mo Guan Shan bite down, relaxing when he felt his tongue licking up the wound. As soon as he was done he lied back down beside the omega, pulling him onto his chest so the omega’s head was resting right over his heart.

They fell asleep quickly neither feeling the need to exchange anymore words; both feeling satisfied and looking forward to spending the rest of the week together.

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Chapter 2.4 - Paradise

Note from Author:

I have struggled a bit with this part for some time. I’d written a part of it quite a while ago and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take this route down the story UNTIL the Mister Quinlan comics came out late last year and my decision was solidified. I plan on writing a much more detailed explanation, but I was ridiculously disappointed in the characterization given to us for Tasa.

I know that my standards for a Female Character probably surpass most readers out there (I actually expect them to have some kind of agency and not just be a “beautiful” accessory) and Quintus was originally pitched to us as a character that is driven by some fundamentally incredible LOVE. He seeks the Master because of this great love that was lost and, without going into too much of a rant here about, we were given a sexy lamp instead.

Out of 5 issues, she spoke a total of six times. Six. She had zero agency on the story itself and Quintus repeatedly just called her beautiful. There is so much more I can go into about this, but I will stop digressing for now. For those who are disappointed with what I’ve done, I simply cannot apologize. And for those who use the very tiresome excuse of “woman of her time” --> Here.

Two for the taking

You can have it all at once if you make it sane

Its gonna drive you

Back down the roads and the streets and pavements

Stamping your ground and the rules that shaped us

(That shaped us)

(I could walk you)

(That shaped us)

It was a crippling sorrow with which he struggled to cope. He felt like he should have been numb to this type of grief by now, but there was something fundamentally different about it. What the prophet had confessed to him had invoked an overwhelming and unshakable guilt.

The debate within him raged between two particular considerations and he was unsure which one pained him more. Had it been that he, inadvertently, destroyed any chance she may have had at eventually rising to Heaven? Or was it more selfish than that? Was it that he would never lay eyes on her again. Never speak to her again. Never hear her again. Never touch. Never taste. Never … smell?

The last thought was false. Occasionally, he was certain he could smell her. The breeze would shift and he would get just the faintest whiff of her … Angelica.

But of these two considerations, he would tell himself often that it was indeed the former which caused him more grief, because the latter was merely selfish, right? Was this not his plan though? Was this not what he expected when he took that bomb to that island that night?

Not exactly. No. He knew he had to leave her there, yes, but he would remind himself that he expected he would not continue at all, in any existence or form. He had expected oblivion, not this ... torment. This … purgatory.

Considering the former was significantly worse. Had he damned her? What could possibly be her fate now? There were too many questions and he knew he would never be given their answers. Was her fate sealed, on Earth, alone while he was expected to live in paradise alone? After he had released her, would she grow old and die still? What would happen to her soul then? Inevitably, he would circle back to wondering if saving her that day had been selfish or not. He would assure himself there had been no way to know, but he would hate himself a little bit more each time nonetheless.

After a while, he eventually accepted that both things pained him equally. He’d dealt with the latter before when he lost his wife. He also thought he might never see Tasa again and he’d continued to exist for nearly two thousand years after that loss, had he not? He could endure this then, right? It should get easier … However, he knew that this was somehow distinctly different. This misery affected more than just his heart, he felt this ache seeping into his very soul.

After he saw the queue at the Hall of Visitation, he left Ephraim and Rebecca there, promising to return later. The doctor had grabbed his arm and whispered lowly in his ear so that none would hear. "Find me after I’m back. I’ll tell you what I see."

"Thank you, Doctor." Of this, he was extremely grateful as it gave him something to look forward to and now he waited. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how long it would be as he’d never seen a line so long, wrapping around the building several hundred times and he was told that it was backed up for months. That when the strigoi outbreak had first occurred, the hall had been closed and this was the backlog that had occurred.

Eventually, the prophet left him to wander. It was obvious that he was able to shift, as they called it, without need for aid. This ability had even shocked his watchers when it had first occurred. He could not spontaneously be in a place of his choice yet, but he seemed to be able to walk to it without the need for a pre-existing paths. They said this was a power of the Earth Seraphim and Hayyoth alone.

When he first began to explore, he kept his strigoi appearance but found that people didn’t take well to it even in Heaven. Most, if not all, who resided here were beautiful and he accepted that. Man was obsessed with beauty and if people could change how they looked, of course everyone would chose to be beautiful. On some fundamental level, this saddened him quite a bit as everyone he met seemed to look almost the exact same.

Beauty, as it is widely accepted, tends to sum to the absence of anything unique. In the end, he found himself conforming with it, simply because he did not wish to draw attention. He had actually laughed at one point, because in the end, it was an odd feeling to be so … generic. He had turned heads when he was alive and now, he blurred into the background. Years spent wishing to be a man, wishing to be the same and now that he had it, he realized what a travesty that desire actually was.

During his endless stroll, his shadows always in tow, he found Elysium first. It was exactly as he had always imagined it. Perfect. Beautiful. Generic. Boring. Rolling fields filled with Greeks and Romans. As he walked the streets and markets, he recognized many, though none recognized him. He did not stay long, as he feared seeing someone in particular.

Periodically, he would feel the itch of Hathų looking for him and he would go, finding her easily. He had learned to leave his frustration with her behind as he actually found her pleasant to be around. She had qualities that reminded him of Dawn a bit. She was quite defiant and her eyes were incredibly expressive, but eventually this was too much to bear and he would part her company again.

Next, he found Valhalla and Fólkvangr. At first, he was confused when he found six different versions of Valhalla and, uncharacteristic of them, his guards offered up a verbal explanation to his obvious confusion. An explanation that he wound up hearing quite often, repeated all throughout this ideal realm. "Everyone is entitled to their own version of Paradise."

He found Vaikuntha, Tian, and Tlalocan next. Each journey he finished made the next all that much easier, as it was simply a matter of applying his imagination to the steps he was taking. Next was The Fields Of Aaru, Tír na nÓg, and Otherworld.

The last he visited was Shamayim. He knew he was just distracting himself while he occasionally checked on Ephraim, still waiting in that ridiculous queue. His next planned stop was Cockaigne when he heard Hathų scratching for him again. He found her sitting patiently for him in a cafe in Elysium.

Smiling as she watched him approach, she waved to the chair across from her and he sat slowly, his guards keeping a good distance this time and affording them actual privacy. The longer they stayed with him, it seemed the more they grew to trust him or, more likely, grew bored of watching him entirely.

"It has been some time." Her voice and smile were both pleasant as always.

"Indeed."

"Where have you been lately?" She asked, expressing real interest and he told her of the things he’d seen and the places he’d found. He was shocked to realize that she had not seen most of them herself.

"I never venture far from my … family." She explained. “Not many do. And, it is quite difficult to see these places without shifting to them. Plus, it is not common to be so restless in Heaven.”

"If you ever wish to see them, I can take you." He offered her and she was pleased at his offer of friendship. “This is, if you find yourself curious enough to venture far.”

They sat for a quiet moment before she ordered them both teas and he took it, but did not drink from the cup immediately. "You should try it. This shop has become one of my favorite places."

"I do not need it." He explained.

"Nothing here is for the need, Quintus. It is just for the experience." He shrugged but complied, taking a drink of the sweet, warm liquid. It was supposed to be pleasant, but the caloric thickness of the dairy added to it still made him a bit uneasy. He cringed at the texture.

"You have seen many places, but ... have you found all of your lost yet?" She pushed and he could read her worry for him.

Note from Author: There was more planned here, but as I’ve received feedback to get the story along, I’ll skip it all for now. If I receive enough desire to hear more about the rekindling of old friendships, maybe I can be convinced to write one shots about them.

All went in the fire, drowning in the sea.

A red dawn, oh red font.

Caught up in the sea. All went in the sea

If only if only. If only if only.

Did you want to find a way (fight) (fly away)

I always saw me love

I will be love befallen

I will lay my teeth

I'll wait for growing

"I have seen many of them." He had found a number of people and had even spoken with most of them briefly. Decimus, Tacitus, Sertorius, Abraham, and William. He had even seen Liviana from a distance and found her absolutely perfect in appearance. She had not been so on Earth and her new look had been off putting to him so he had selfishly avoided her entirely. He would later feel guilty about that, but he would not seek her out again because she was happy and there was no need to remind her of the unfortunate life she had lived for his own personal gain.

"Yet you still wander." She pointed out as he nodded to her statement.

"I am not sure what else to do quite yet."

"If no one place suites you, then you can have something made that might." She suggested.

"I can have something made for me?" He stared down at the half full cup as the server came by. She might have asked if he wanted to try another, but he waved her off rudely without looking up and she left them in peace.

"Someplace. Yes. It's all … malleable here."

"Malleable?" He questioned, unsure of what to make of her abstract answer.

"There are The Shapers … those who can make worlds for others."

"Worlds?" He laughed. “My own personal paradise?”

"You’ve already been to a number of them. They did not always exist here, but they were sculpted from people’s imaginations. If you cannot find something that can make you happy, then they can help shape it for you." She offered.

"You think they can bring me happiness?" He doubted succinctly and she looked at his solemn face, “You think they bring me what I truly … desire?”

"Perhaps. They can bring you places and they can bring you things. And … if you want people, then they can even bring you shadows of them." She looked down at her cup as she spoke because she knew this was not what he wished to hear and he could read the shame on her face for even suggesting it.

"Mere shadows are not what I desire, Prophet."

"Desire is a … tricky word, Invictus." When he offered nothing more, she asked finally. “Do you have more loved ones to visit?”

"A few."

"What of your parents? Have you been back to see the Densus couple?"

"Not yet. No."

"You told Honoria you would." She reminded him and he sighed heavily. He did not need her lectures.

"I know and I will. They have not called to me and I am not yet ready." He pursed his lips together and he knew the prophet would not leave it as such as she continued to push.

"What about the woman you called mother?" She dug the name from her memory. “Ancharia, right?”

"Yes. She has called me to several times but …" He trailed off as he looked at the other customers seated around the quaint tea house. Everyone always seemed happy but he knew it wasn’t really happiness he was seeing. It was complacency. How was he supposed to spend eternity like this?

"But you ignored her?" She asked.

"She is not who I remembered her to be." Ancharia had been … different than his memories told him. He was significantly disappointed in that reunion and he was unsure how to act around her now that he had had time to mull it over. “Do not worry about me, please. I will find her again … when I am ready.” He qualified.

"And …" She hesitated, pulling on her own fingernails nervously before she spoke. “And what about your wife?”

He shuttered as it was apparent that the prophet had been listening that terrible night when he had confessed to his Poet about his wife. "I see." He said as he raised an eyebrow to her and she shrugged innocently. “How often were you present for my private conversations, princess?”

"Not as often as you probably assume." She answered. “I would usually only see when she was … in distress.” Yes. In that moment, before he had told Dawn about his wife, he had put the Poet in much … distress.

The silence was palpable before he finally spoke, repeating again what he’d said multiple times already. "I will find her when I am--"

"When you are ready." She finished his sentence as she sighed.

"Is it not up to me?" He asked, hoping she might grant him privacy. “I know you mean well, but I do not appreciate the pressure.”

"What keeps you from her? The words that you spoke that night about her were … “ Hathų trailed off as he could see her replaying them in her mind as he did the same.

"I have loved one and only one in all of my life, and I plan to ONLY love her. My time here draws to a close, I can feel it, and whatever afterlife awaits me, whether it be the fields or Tartarus, whether it be Heaven or even Hell, I go there with her on my mind and in my heart, always. She awaits me in eternity. It would be … unfair to you for me to pretend otherwise. Do you not deserve to find the same?"

He cringed at the memory of these words as he spoke. "Cruel." He finished her sentence but she shook her head. This was not the word he really wished to use. There were several that would have been more honest. Cowardly … Spineless … Scared … Lies.

"Memorable." She offered instead.

"Please do not remind me of that night." He sneered, unable to mask his growing annoyance at the mention of it. There were many things he regretted in his long life, and this particular moment topped that list. He would have gladly burned down Rome again, if he could just take back what he had said to his Poet that night. “Have you called me here to remind me of my regrets? I do not need you to do that for me, princess. I can do that all on my own.”

"Forgive me. It is not my place, but--"

"No, it is not your place."

"It is just … the way that you spoke of her that night … of your wife … I would have assumed you would seek her out immediately. Afterall, as you stated, she is the love of your life--"

Quintus shifted in his chair as he shook his head, interrupting her as quickly as he could. "This is none of your business, princess." He considered leaving but he stayed as something urged him to stay. Another itch … another … Patience Quintus.

"What is it then?" Hathų pressed gently. “Is it shame? Do you feel guilty about your attraction to Dawn? Does it make you feel as if you betrayed your wife?” He knew she was only trying to help, but a part of him screamed to get up and leave her sitting here alone … if it wasn’t for that itch. Patience Quintus. “You were alone for a very long time. You should not feel guilty that you--”

"My reasons are my own. I …" Why must she push him so hard? If he verbalized it, it would make the situation all the more real and he was not ready to accept what he had realized about Tasa quite yet. “I question many things still …”

"Question what exactly, Quintus?"

"Destiny." He could not move his eyes from his cooling tea. “Fate. Circumstance. Consequence. Eventualities … The Future … ”

"Your destiny has been achieved." She sighed. “Fate is finished with you just as it is finished with me. Now we can rest and you can finally move on.”

Yes. Exactly. She was spot on because this was what he feared the most. "But I question what my fate was, specifically." He found her dark brown eyes lovely and her lashes were impressively thick. He often stared at her lashes more than any other part of her face most times. His Poet had thick lashes as well … Had? Has.

"Your fate? To save the world? To defeat The Seventh?" She smiled.

"No." He shook his head. “Of that, I am no longer certain. I chose to believe it may have been her.”

Hathų seemed to be perplexed by this statement and she prodded gently. "What do you mean her?"

All the signs. Consequence and circumstance and eventuality. He thought about both of the dragonflies. The one for Dawn and the one for Tasa that last day. He considered telling Hathų everything, but he didn’t see a purpose to it. It was all cRaZy, right? What was the point of such a sign if Fate was just going to take her away from him that very same day.

He was concerned that he had misinterpreted it entirely. Was it not that he was supposed to let his wife go, or was it the complete opposite? Did it mean that he was supposed to let the Poet go instead? This was maddening and he muttered his next statement lowly. "The Master said we are all just pawns in a bigger game. I wonder what that game might be."

This statement caused her discomfort and he noted it immediately as she squeaked a timid response, grabbing her ear again as she rubbed it. This was her tell and he knew she was still hiding something from him each time she stroked it. "Does it matter? Whatever unfolds, neither of us will be a part of it going forward now. Our roles are done."

"And you just accept that? You do not seem like someone who would just accept that." He shrugged. “But after two thousands years, I cannot just … sit on the sidelines.” He stated firmly. Did she not understand that was simply not his nature?

"This is not easy for me either." She stared at her tea and he understood now that these visits were not just for his benefit. She was struggling to cope with her own inability to act. “But it is how it is now.”

"Yet it still makes me wonder. If everything that happened was … planned. If it was all by design, then I have just been manipulated since the beginning." His response was entirely toneless. “And, if that is true, then free will itself is a lie.”

"I don’t think anything has been by design, Quintus." She frowned. “It cannot be.”

"Why not?" His brows furrowed.

"Because …" She peered within the tea shop behind him briefly before looking back to his eyes. “Everything's a mess. The world is a cruel and terrible place. I will not accept that. This can’t be how it was supposed to play out.”

He chuckled lowly. Indeed. "Perhaps so. That still does not nullify my concern."

"What is troubling you? What drives these doubts?" She pressed him again and he knew that as he was learning to read her, she was learning to read him as well. “What is the point of these questions?”

"I ... question whether my feelings were ever my own." He rolled his head in annoyance of his own statement. “I question if any of it was ever real …”

"Quintus--" He could see her raise her eyebrow out of his peripheral vision, but he continued with his words while he stared to the now cold liquid in his cup.

"Was the entire thing manipulation? Was I drawn to her simply because of ... “ He needed to be discrete. “Our similarities?"

"Quintus." She said again as she reached across the table, gripping his closest hand with both of hers. He could have pulled it out of her grasp, but he found her touch warm and somewhat comforting. Her heart was kind. “That is absurd. This is what you have been doing? You have been questioning your feelings for her?”

"I was … “ He cleared his throat quietly. “ … attracted to her. I had not felt that type of … attraction for nearly 400 years." Confessing this to Hathų was less embarrassing than he had expected as he found he did not care anymore. He’d only ever confessed this once before, and he was dead now. What does any of it matter now? “My body reacted to her in a way I could not control and I question if it was perhaps because of what she was.” He frowned slightly. “Was it driven by something outside of my own control? Was I manipulated into it all? By design … perhaps even--”

"Quintus." She interrupted him as she shook her head, turning to look at his guards and pointing to the taller one. “What do you think of Bene Puriel?”

Turning to look at his guards again, he found Puriel standing tall, her stature perfectly erect as always with her hand on her sword and Dukiel, as always, had his finger up his nose. "She is … pleasant."

"No. She is beautiful." Hathų sighed. “She is perfection itself.”

Quintus looked again and nodded. "Indeed. She is. So what?"

"She is … similar to you, is she not?" Hathų’s discrete implication was that Puriel was an Angel, like him … like his Poet. He shrugged off her statement but she continued with another question. “And are you attracted to her in a similar way?”

"Attracted?" He was perturbed at the ridiculous question. “No. I am not. But that is not the same.”

"But why not?" Hathų smiled mischievously. “She is beautiful and strong and intelligent. She is loyal and experienced and--”

"What is your point?" He countered. “It is obviously not the same … here.”

"She is like you, right?" She whispered the next part lowly. “She is angelic, just as you are. Are you attracted to her? Do you desire her?”

Quintus shook his head. "No, that is not equivalent. I am just a spirit, I have no Qliphoth, no body that can desire--"

"And there it is. That is your mistake, Quintus." She hummed, taking another innocent drink of her beverage, quite pleased with her words. He squinted at her as he wasn’t following her explanation at all. It was not the same thing at all.

"In what way?" He didn’t make mistakes. “There is no physical desire--”

"That is your mistake, Quintus." She repeated and he glared at her, not appreciating the repetition. “Angels don’t function the same way man does. Specifically not in that regard.”

"Explain." He remained calm even in light of her demeaning tone.

"You said you hadn’t been … attracted to anyone in 400 years?" She asked and he nodded once. “Was it attraction or was it that your body no longer willing to comply with your manly needs?” She peered down to his lap and and he felt himself flush with heat over the embarrassment of it. Did she really want him to describe it in detail to her?

"Get to your point, princess." This title was supposed to be an insult but she giggled at it now, seeming to accept fully. “Do you find my problem amusing?” He was clearly displeased now.

"It is not your perceived problem that I find amusing." She shrugged as she smiled simply. “It is your ignorance surrounding it.”

"My … “ He coughed at her, frustration leaking into his voice. “Ignorance?!?"

"You are Hayyoth, Quintus. More so now than ever before. You have been getting stronger the older you get, yes?" She asked and he nodded.

"Ozryel’s divinity grew stronger within me each passing year." He accepted.

"Grows." She corrected his tense. The implication being that it was still happening. “Yes. You were born more man than angel. But the older you are, the more that scale shifts from one side to the other … the more angel than man you become.”

"And what does this have to do with my … performance problem?" He was impressed with the calmness of the ensuing conversation. He was more curious at this point than insulted as he was dead and there was no need to be in shame over it any longer.

"What you are perceiving as a problem, is actually quite the opposite." She smiled as she winked at him strangely. “You did not break, you evolved.”

"Continue." He said.

"Man was built in such a way as to promote the generation of new souls. The Garden of Eden was a garden, afterall. It’s entire purpose was to grow and harvest souls from the Pool of Creation." He listened intently, unsure where she was going with this quite yet.

"To increase this crop’s yield, he was created as a physically sexual creature. Driven by factors very nearly out of his own control, his body can react to stimulus even if he does not wish it to. His Qliphoth is controlled by physical forces. Hormones, pheromones and DNA, all in play to drive him to act on physical desires. To procreate. He has been programmed this way. In a way, this drives a divide between his Qliphoth and his soul. It is a curse of Mankind."

She paused to catch her breath and he shrugged. "Yes. So, what? You are saying angels aren’t sexual? If what you are saying is true and I am more angel than man now, then I would not have been attracted to anyone at all."

"No, Quintus. I am trying to explain that they function on an entirely different level than man. They are not driven to blindly reproduce with all suitable mates, to blinding create new souls for the sake of pleasure and physical need. They don’t just see someone that might be a good genetic match and … hop on it." She giggled at her own words as she blushed slightly. “When they feel a sexual attraction that is only because there is a fundamental bond that has formed.”

"Fundamental bond?"

"Love." She confirmed simply. “And love is attached to the soul, not the body. With man, lust and love can be entirely mutually exclusive, but for divine beings, one cannot exist without the other. And this type of desire needs no Qliphoth to exist within you … even now.”

He paused for a brief and quiet moment as he tried to internalize her explanation. "I have been told that love has been disproven. That it is simply oxytocin in your brain." He grinned as Hathų ruffled her nose at him.

"Oxy-What?" She questioned in annoyance. “Who told you that?!?” She prodded aggressively.

"No. No one. No one." He chuckled lowly to himself as he recalled that awkward conversation they had shared in the cabin and he found his chuckle had turned into a full blown laugh. “It was just something that Dawn said to me.”

"Of course it was." Hathų shook her head.

"Because I told her that I loved her." Quintus shrugged as he bit back another laugh as he smiled, remembering that his Poet was such a strange, little creature. “That I was … in love with her.”

"Why would she say something like that to you?" Her confusion was profound.

"I do not think she believed me." He confessed to Hathų. “My words … that regrettable night … gave her reason to harbour much doubt.“

"Sometimes she is her own worst enemy."

Quintus laughed again in agreement. "Indeed."

She looked up sharply as surprise spread over her dark face. "Wait … when did you tell her this?" The curiosity in her voice made Quintus smile. He was grateful they had had some amount of privacy from her prying eyes that day.

"Do you not know?" He asked in amusement. “I assumed you were always watching us ... even then.”

"Even when?" She seemed distressed now. “But … When did you tell her that?” Shock oozed from her face. “What happened that final day?”

Quintus smiled as he enjoyed knowing something she did not for once. "It matters not. Does it? Not now … " The smile was short lived.

"Umm … no. I suppose it does not." She looked guilty for some reason and shelved her desire to know as she realized there was no way he was going to tell her more. “But no, it is not oxy-what-not.”

"Tocin." He corrected and Hathų huffed as she waved a disapproving arm in the air.

"Love is not a chemical. What you felt for her was not a chemical. It was not hormones, or pheromones or even by design. You hit a tipping point nearly 400 years ago and your body fundamentally changed when it occurred. Your will has been and will always be your own."

"You are saying …" He reconsidered the vulgarness of his next words before he said them, but he said them anyways, being comfortable enough around her now to not care if he might insult her any longer. “I wanted to fuck her because I loved her �� rather than--”

"Rather than loving her because you wanted fuck her. It is a subtle, but remarkably powerful distinction, is it not?"

"Indeed." He smiled as he found himself accepting it. It clarified something quite profound that he was struggling with, concerning his wife as well. She had quickly alleviated something sinister that had been weighing on his mind for weeks. His love for her was his own. With one important conversation, she’d returned the control he felt like he’d lost over his own body four hundred years ago as well as the doubts that had grown over that change. “Thank you.”

There was a brief pause as the breeze pushed through the square and Quintus looked up to her staring at him patiently as he asked. "How do you know so much about this?"

"It is not secret … and … I have many friends who are … like you." Her rubbed her ear again and Quintus smirked, cataloging the statements that made her do this so that he could eventually work out a theory for it. Releasing her ear, she frowned at him. “But, you should not spend so much time alone. It is enabling such doubt to fester.”

"I am fine." He was so far from fine right now, but he knew he thought he could handle it. The last woman he loved, he had lost and he survived for thousands of years, had he not? “And, I am clearly not alone. It is not permitted. I have Puriel and Dukiel.” He smirked, unable to keep a straight face at his own joke.

She entirely ignored his quip. "I found this shop not very long ago. I was looking for someone and I happened across it. It had become one of my favorite places. I even brought your friend Abraham here." She smiled as she waved the server over. “Do you like your tea? Would you like to try another flavor?”

"No." He pouted. “I told you I do not like tea. Is there somewhere I can get blood instead?” He lied. He actually quite liked tea.

"What is preventing you, Quintus?" She pushed gently. “You have been free for months now.” Damn, she was back on that top again.

"Indeed. So what is a few more months when I have waited tens of thousands already?" He brought the cup up to his lips and considered another drink, but cringed as he put it back down. He found even the smell distasteful.

"What drives this hesitation?" She pressed again. Defiant. She was so used to getting her way and he knew she didn’t care that he didn’t wish to speak of it with her.

"Please stop. It is not that simple." Staring down into the cup that was now entirely cold, he waved his hand over it, heating it back up instantly. It was getting easier and easier to manipulate things around him and Hathų gasped in surprise at the act before he spoke. “I am not the same … person … I was back then. As you have just explained to me. I was very young and quite naive. Many things have changed. And … what if … ”

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A different server was there again, interrupting them as she asked if he would like to try another flavor since he clearly didn’t like what he had. Never breaking his gaze on the cup, he shook his head and she retreated.

"What if?" Hathų poked him to continue.

"What if she is not as I remembered her." He asked, but he knew this was just an excuse. “Just like Ancharia?”

"It is always a possibility. People, dead or alive, are allowed to change, but … you loved this woman, yes? Does she not deserve to see you at least? With a love like you described, I imagine she misses you as well."

Quintus rolled his head in frustration as he grunted. "Were you married, prophet?" He asked, simply and she nodded. “Were you reunited with your husband here?”

"No. My Earthly husband and I did not persevere but I know many who have. Look at Honoria and Sempronius." She smiled and her next thought obviously brought her much joy as her smile only deepened. “But … I have love here and I was re-married after I arrived.”

"You have a husband … here?" He was shocked by this, as she had never mentioned it and she nodded merrily. “I should like to meet the one who would have seduced the great prophet some time.”

There was the ear rub again and he smirked. This subject made her nervous. "No. He works … a lot." She shook her head.

"There is … work … in Heaven?"

"Some people enjoy working and yes, there is. Even this shop owner" She waved towards the waitress as she spoke. “She chooses to work, though she need not do so. It is the act of bringing joy to another that they enjoy. The act of contributing something of value. Or, people get bored.”

"Yes. I can definitely see the latter … " He said as his voice trailed off. Heaven was full of complacency.

"Do not change the subject, Invictus. She would want you to be happy." He didn’t appreciate this sentence at all.

"I do not need you--"

"Dawn would not wish this on you. She would want you to be happy, Quintus." She reached for his hand and he pulled it away from her, placing it in his lap. “I know it.”

"Do not push m--"

"Take as long as you require." She was quite pushy right now. “Mourn for as long as you need, but know that she wouldn’t wish this existence on you. She would want you to be happy, even if it was with someone else.”

"You do not know what she would want." He spat and he might have spoke again, but she took the conversation from him.

"Do you not want her to find happiness as well?" She asked and her words shook something loose within him. He had not actually considered that yet and he felt nauseous at the thought of it. Could another man be touching her? Oh gods.

"If any man touches her, I will end him. I swear it." He began to sneer through a clenched jaw as his eyes grew quite mad. “He would die a death so pain--”

"Quintus!" Hathų caught him mid-sentence as she chastised his impending words. “You are dead! You cannot end anyone!”

"Mea est!!!" He slapped the table hard and drew the attention of those around them while Hathų hide her face in shame. “If any man touches her and his soul comes through here, I will make him wish he had been sent to the pit! Pedicabo ego eum in aeternum!”

"Oh my god!" Hathų brought her hands over her ears as she spoke. “You are being a child. You are parted forever, you cannot expect her to remain as broken as you are choosing to stay.” She huffed at him with seething disappointment and he stared down at his cup, pouting yet again. “And do not change the subject. Is it guilt? Is that why you are delaying--”

"It is guilt." He interrupted with an admission but he shook his head as he considered his words carefully next. “But not in the way that you are assuming.”

"I understand, Quintus. You planned to only love one. Change happens. You fell in love again, it happens. Feeling guilty loving her--"

"I do not feel guilty for loving Dawn!" He spat, unable to cool the growing anger that showed through his eyes as his hands slapped palm down on the wooden table again, creating an even louder noise that drew even more attention from those seated around them. “Nor will I ever feel guilty for that.”

For the first time since they started speaking, she looked almost afraid to say anything else for fear of invoking even more anger from him, but she drew a quick breath as she looked around nervously. "Then what is it? Explain it to me."

"I am guilty because … " He placed his hand in his hands as he breathed out heavily. Was she really going to make him say this out loud? Oh gods. It already hurt so badly to just know it. If he spoke it, he felt like it would make it absolutely certain. “I do not love Tasa any longer … and now, because of your words today, I actually question if I ever did.”

Hathų’s face flushed with complete shock as her hand covered her mouth quickly. This was not what she was expecting to hear and she pushed her chair back quickly. "We should go talk about this … let’s … go for a walk."

Quintus blinked at her and then shrugged, but as he heard the voice behind him, Hathų’s eyes grew even wider as her face continued to get redder.

"I am sorry to be a bother again, but is there a problem here?" Oh gods … that voice. It was ... her voice. Quintus locked eyes with Hathų as the prophet hid her face behind her hands and no further words escaped his mouth. Just as with Honoria, he froze, unable to turn to face the woman. “If you are that displeased, I can bring another.”

"I am very sorry for the commotion." Hathų apologized as she stuttered. “C-c-can you get the green one for him to try?” She asked and Quintus tried to refuse vehemently, waving his hand back and forth over his cup as he finally looked up into the woman’s face and his refusal halted instantly. The last time he had seen those eyes, he had removed her head from her body with a sword.

She looked exactly the same, not having changed anything about herself. And why would she? She had always been breathtaking. It was what had drawn him to her to begin with. Dark hair, equally dark eyes and beautifully olive skin.

She hadn’t spoken because he’d halted her each time she’d come to their table and now he stared up at her with wide and shocked eyes. "If that is alright with you?" She smiled at him and he felt himself nodding only once as she walked away. She hadn’t recognized him. Of course she hadn’t, he looked so very different now and his head swam with nervousness.

Tasa.

"You knew." He glared at Hathų as she took an uncomfortable sip of her drink, staring off to the right. He hated being manipulated.

"I am sorry." She frowned. “I found her after you told Dawn about her that night. She is quite lovel--”

"You manipulated me." He sneered and he might have bit another insult back to her, but Tasa was back as she set another cup in front of him, flashing her incredible smile at him. As she looked at him this time, she furrowed her brows.

"I am so sorry to interrupt you again, but … have we met before?" She cocked her head to the right. “You seem familiar to me.” She spoke but he had no words with which to respond and this caused Hathų to shift uncomfortably slightly.

"It is possible, as my friend did not always look as he does now." She began but Quintus halted her immediately.

"No. I am sure we have not." He smiled and Tasa nodded.

"Let me know if you find this one distasteful as well, we can always try another." Her smile was exactly the same and he shuddered as he remembered looking forward to this exact moment for millennia. Each time he had rubbed the locket … picturing her eyes, her lips, her hair …

He placed his head into his hand again as the memory of throwing the locket into the river flashed back across his mind. His head swam again and Hathų pressed further.

"Why did you say that? Why did you not just admit who you are?"

"I do not know. I …" Quintus shook his head. “She … she did not recognize me.”

"Of course she didn’t! You are quite …" Hathų blushed. “Handsome now. Well … “ She paused again, realizing her insult. “Not saying that you were not handsome before but--”

"I know I was a monster before, but … not even my voice?" He had known her by her voice alone. Turning around in his seat, he watched her carefully. Noticing his lingering staring, she smiled back to him nervously and he spun back around in embarrassment. “Oh gods. What have you done??” His face went back into his hands as he questioned Hathų again. “I was not ready for this.”

"You would have never been ready. We both know that." She shook her head as his fury with her was only growing.

"You do not know that! It was not your right!" The tables directly around them turned to see the commotion that his raised voice was causing yet again. It was an unnatural thing to be displeased in Heaven and he’d never seen people arguing here. In Valhalla, yes … constantly. But not here in Elysium, not even once. He felt flustered and cornered by the entire experience that she had architected.

"That is why I said I am sorry. But, it is done. The band aid is off." She shrugged. “Now … go and talk to her. Tell her who you are or just … change yourself and let her see you.”

He shook his head as he gripped the cup in both hands, staring blankly at the table as he lifted it and took a drink, forgetting that he hated the taste of it. Sneering at the liquid, he set it back down before he snuck another look over his shoulder again.

A woman, who looked remarkably like Tasa, emerged from the shop with a tray full of drinks, handing it to his wife as she spoke her. She had been the second server who had come and he hadn’t looked up at her face either, but he had not recognized her voice. The last time he heard her, she was so very young. "Mum, here."

Mum? Mum?!? He stared at the woman as she re-entered the shop, through the glass windows as the recognition struck him quickly.

Sura.

Oh gods.

She was grown now and she looked far more beautiful than he had imagined she would have, had she been allowed to grow up. That was not surprising, as everyone here was beautiful, weren’t they?

He spun back around and took another drink of his terrible tea, finishing it off fully as he stared blankly at the table for a moment more.

"Quintus." Hathų started to push again, but his hand flew, a finger pointing directly to her face.

"Do not speak to me again. You are a conniving snake!" He whispered lowly as he spied over his shoulder yet again, whipping back around quickly as Tasa turned their direction. Hathų complied, taking another silent drink.

"If you will not go to speak with her, then I will. I did not think you ever such a coward!" Hathų threatened and Quintus took a deep breath as he stood bravely from his chair. He turned to face Tasa and took a single step as that damn itch in his mind returned and he paused. Patience Quintus. Wait for it.

I'm giving you up

I've forgiven it all

You set me free, oh

And in that brief hesitation, at that moment, a man approached his wife. As she turned, the look of happy recognition spread across her face and Quintus halted completely.

"Hello Amenzu." She smiled at him as he closed the distance between them. Quintus could only watch with a mouth agape. Amenzu … he knew that name. He’d heard Tasa speak it in her sleep once before. She had cried it out with more pain than he had ever heard in her voice. He woke her from the nightmare and she had cried in his arms. “My love.” Quintus stood a step back but stood and watched as she sat the man at a close table. He smiled as he reached out to touch her arm, stroking it gently while she bent to kiss him. The way that she looked at that man … she had never looked at him this way.

Amenzu … was the name of …

He repeated the name in his mind again as he heard Hathų gasp a whisper from behind him. "She has met someone new?!?"

It had been a very long time. It was quite reasonable to assume that she would not have waited for him all that time, but he knew the prophet’s statement was not accurate. No, he knew this name and she had not met someone new.

Amenzu … was the name of …

"Dad!" Sura emerged from the shop with her own gleeful greeting and he watched as the two women sat at the table. “How was your trip, did you--”

Amenzu … was the name of Tasa’s dead husband.

He had died years before Quintus had taken his family. The Romans had slaughtered him and enslaved his family. Turning back around, he didn’t listen to their ensuing conversation as he slipped very slowly back into his seat, covering his face quickly with both of his hands.

Amenzu ... was the name of Sura’s father.

She had not met anyone new and Quintus exhaled deeply, keeping his face from view as he slowly processed what he had just witnessed. He’d waited to be with Tasa for nearly two thousand years, thinking of her every single day, pining for her beauty and her soft voice and … her songs.

This entire time … she’d been here in Heaven … with the love of her mortal life … happy.

And it was not him.

It had never been him.

Hathų watched in silent horror as the situation unfolded before them. Covering his face, she was sure he had started to weep lowly, his chest heaving slightly.

"Quintus. Oh my god. I am so sorry. I am so sorry." She tried to apologize profusely as she had never seen him cry, but as his hands melted away from his face, she realized he was not crying. He was … laughing.

Meeting her eyes, he smiled. "I was guilty that she may have waited for me for two thousand years and … " His face was the happiest that she had seen since he’d arrived and he stood quickly, knocking the chair to the ground behind him. “I … I … am free. I must go.”

And like that, Quintus was gone. There was no movement from him, he just shifted out of Elysium instantly and she bolted up as well, swinging around to the guards who were still idly standing, unaware of his disappearance. Her sudden movement cued them onto it and as they came running, Hathų shook her head.

"Ah crap. That backfired."

And finally I'm forced to face the truth

No matter what I say

I'm, not over you

Quintus stood and stared at the ridiculous queue into the final waiting room. The guards had been told not let him through, but when he spied Ephraim sitting idly in the room, he waved and the doctor returned his gesture enthusiastically. Quintus innocently pointed to him, turning to the Bene Elohim guard. "Do you mind if I speak with my friend for just a moment?"

The guard nearly refused but then permitted him entrance. People were quite trusting here it seemed. "Make it quick."

As he walked to greet Goodweather, he watched as the large monitor on the far wall switched to another symbol and a man sprung up, walking to the door that was flashing. He placed a small ticket into a slot on the side and the door opened. There were ten doors total and he looked over at Ephraim’s ticket as he approached.

"Great timing man!" Ephraim smiled at her and waved a piece of paper at him with a strange symbol on it. “I’m next!”

Quintus blinked. "How … fortuitous." The timing was perfect then? How? He smiled as the Professor’s words graced his memory as the monitor flipped to Ephraim’s number and the far right door’s light came on. “There are no coincidences, only eventualities, Doctor. I do apologize.”

"Sorry for what?" Ephraim asked with profound confusion.

The ticket was in Quintus' hand quickly as he released his human appearance to focus his energy better and fluidly pushed Ephraim down to the ground with enough force to send him sliding across the ground to trip the running guards like a bowling ball. They had been eyeing him suspiciously since permitting him entrance and they were fast, but not as fast as he was. The ticket was in the slot and he was through the door, closing it behind him and snapping the handle off before they even managed to pull themselves back up from the ground.

The room itself was quite tiny, no more than four feet in any direction with a single monitor on the wall. He heard the voice giving him direction. "Please imagine the loved one that you would like to visit." This was easily the most modern place he’d seen in his travels yet.

Imagine his loved one. Done.

The experience itself was not unlike shifting entirely. He felt the reality of the room melt away as it was replaced all around him and he found himself standing in a very loud and very packed room. It took him a moment to realize it was a reception of some sort. People danced around him gleefully, dressed with fancy attire. He seemed to be standing in the very center of the large hall, and as people danced around him, they took no notice of his existence at all, passing through him as if he was only a hologram

Fleeing the dance floor, stepping through people as he walked, he spun around and around as he searched for his intended target.

Where the hell was she? There were too many people and he began to get frustrated as he did not know how long he might have. He knew that time here was spinning faster than Heaven, but they would remove him from the room eventually.

The frustration melted away quickly as he took a step back, finally realizing what this celebration was for. Seated at the closest table, Dutch and Fet were seated in front of everyone. They were laughing and drink and … Dutch was wearing a magnificent white dress. He’d never seen Fet wear anything so fancy and they both looked so very … happy.

"This is to Mr. and Mrs. Fet!" Gus stood from the seat beside Fet as he started to tap his wine glass with his knife. Quintus had failed to recognize Gus as well until he spoke and his eyes slowly shifted from right to left as he looked at Gus … Fet … Dutch … her. She was sitting next to Dutch and Quintus found himself starting to smile. He’d never seen her in such a costume.

She was wearing … a dress. It matched Gus’ and Fet’s ties exactly as he understood she was matching the wedding party. Yes. And her hair was in an impressive configuration on top of her head. He was disappointed that her face was heavily painted and therefore hiding all of her spots but the colors around her eyes made them pop. God how he missed that color. Her cheeks were a bit plumper than he last remembered them, but he didn’t care.

"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Velders!" Dutch screamed at Gus as the married couple complied with the clanking that Gus had invoked around the entire hall and kissed deeply. It was obvious there was much drinking occurring and as Quintus began to step forward, Fet and Dutch stood and took to the dance floor again.

He paused momentarily as Gus approached her.

"Come on shorty!" He tried to pull her from her chair and she vehemently refused, finally speaking.

"No no. I’m good. My feet are killing me!" She chortled to the aggressive boxer through a massive grin.

"Ah come on!" He seemed to beg her, tugging on her arm again and she shook her.

"I’m good! I’m good!" She giggled and he caved. “Maybe on a slower song, ok?”

"Aight. Aight! Imma hold you to that!" Gus flashed a big smile before he retreated to the dance floor, quickly finding a replacement dance partner.

Quintus approached slowly, sliding himself down onto Dutch’s char as he stared at her face in quiet awe. She watched and smiled and laughed at the spectacle of Gus and Fet on the dance floor and he watched her closely. At one point, he reached out and attempted to touch her shoulder, but his hand passed through her.

It was in this moment that she turned and faced Dutch’s chair and he thought maybe she had felt him. He considered touching her again, but as he raised his hand, he found it trembling and he brought it back down.

She was here … she was … safe. Ozryel was full of shit. And she was … happy. Of this, he was completely certain until he watched as she waited for her friends to be entirely distracted by their own happiness and her fake smile faded away. He watched her stand, grabbing her empty wine glass and the nearly full bottle from the table as she walked towards the back of the room, sitting at a far and empty table alone. He followed her, resisting the urge to touch her again.

She filled her glass to the top and she finished it, watching her friends from the back of the room. Gus returned to their table to find her for the next slow song, but she’d hidden herself in the corner well enough that he he gave up on this quest and returned to the dance floor alone. Another glass and the bottle was finished, so she helped herself to the next bottle in the middle of her new table, filling the glass and downing it quickly again. It was at the end of the fourth glass that she shifted her attention from the dance floor to the table cloth as she stared blankly at it and the tears started.

The happiness had been a mask. Quintus saw it. Quintus felt it.

Broken.

He watched as she grabbed the next bottle, pouring her fifth glass and he wished desperately to stop her. Did they not see what was happening? He shifted his attention back to the dance floor and shook his head at their ignorance. Did they not see this? How could they be missing this? He was angry but he knew it wasn’t their fault. He knew this was his.

She began to drink the newly refilled glass and he reached out, placing his hand over hers as it went through, resting on the table, partially phased through hers. Damnation. Not being able to touch her was torturous.

"Libellula." He leaned in towards her as far as he could, trying to brush his forehead against her temple, desperate to feel this touch, but his skin simply phased through hers. “Please … please do not be sad. I am --” here with you. You are not alone. These were the words that he would have spoke, had the hands not grabbed his shoulders from behind, ripping him away from her as he screamed.

The force and speed at which he was flung left him breathless and as his back connected with the waiting room floor, he stared up into the silver helmet of the Governor, whose voice bellowed at a volume that even he had not heard from the archangel before.

"You were warned."

He stared up into the helmet as he smiled marvelously. Regardless of what punishment might come next, he regretting nothing. There was nothing that they could do to him that wouldn’t be worth what he had just experienced. For the first time since he’d arrived, Quintus breathed a sigh of relief as his smile grew even more. Michael, however, did not appreciate the smirk.

“I regret nothing.”

"You fucking little shit!!!"

Quintus was fulling prepared for some kind of snark rebuttal but darkness overwhelmed him as the end of the staff connected with the side of his head.

Gus would never take no for an answer, so she’d just lied to him. And why the fuck not? Everyone was a liar, weren’t they? Once he was distracted with the tall, slender woman that seemed to like him, she retreated to the back of the room. Sliding into the seat near the corner, she felt safe to let her guard down. It was exhausting but she’d put on a good display for Fet and Dutch today. It was their day and she really was happy for them, regardless of what she did next.

She’d never been a Maid of Honor before, and considering most of Dutch’s friends were dead she’d gladly accepted the responsibility, though there had been an argument about her actually having to wear a dress.

She poured herself another glass as she slipped those damn shoes off under the table, resolving to just leaving them there and walking out bare foot.

Knowing she should stop after the second glass, she poured and downed her third. Then she poured her fourth and she found herself spirally again.

"Stop drinking. Stop. You know nothing good will come from it."

"I know."

She promised herself she wouldn’t do this here … not on this day. Gus had forced her to promise him in fact, but he was busy now and she felt herself plummeting.

"This day isn’t about you. Be happy for them."

"I am."

She urged herself to stop, but she found herself crying nonetheless. The weakness of it frustrated her deeply. She was better than this, right? Stronger. Hardened. How foolish was it? It had been eight months now and she … needed to pull herself back together. This was bordering on pathetic.

She regarded her hand for a moment, staring at it strangely as a feeling of comfort spread across her. Reaching up to her temple, she touched a single spot on it when his voice tickled gently across her wrecked mind and she stuttered a small whispered gasp.

"Q-Q-Quintus?"

#quinlan fanfic #mr. quinlan fanfic #quintus sertorius fanfic #the strain fanfic #quintus densus #an insatiable ache #chapter 1 #part 10 #tasa #the dhl #closure #sorry not sorry

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Tianshan Week Day 5 - Office AU

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Summary: so far my only contribution to tianshan week and im sorryyyy. but anyway, office au, smut. they do it at work, and that is all

Words: 5435

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Fandom: 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian

Relationships: He Tian/Mo Guan Shan

Characters: He Tian, Mo Guan Shan - Character

Additional Tags: AU Office AU Smut hell yeah i paused working on my other fic to write this so please love this

Guan Shan walks out of the finished company meeting very briskly, frustrated and with a half hard boner. All because of that shitty co-worker of his. No matter how much Guan Shan tries to block out He Tian from his sight and his mind, he always finds himself thinking about him and sneaking glances over at him whenever he can. His hair, his face, his voice, his fucking toned chest tightly fitted underneath the fabric of his work shirts...no, fuck. Stop. He can’t be thinking about him right now, with what’s happening down in his trousers.

The worst part about being so physically attracted to him, is that he actually hates He Tian. Back when Guan Shan had first seen him at the office, he was surrounded by female co-workers at the water coolers. When they had made eye contact, He Tian gave him a once-over look with a smile, liking what he saw, and sent him a wink - which was completely inappropriate in the workplace environment. Since that very first moment, He Tian has been nothing but a nuisance. The constant advances towards him does nothing but tease and aggravate him. One time he came over to Guan Shan’s cubicle and spilled his plastic cup of water all over his lap. He grabbed some tissues and wiped down Guan Shan’s crotch area. He actually did that.

The lewd remarks, the sexual behaviour, his devilish smiles, he directs all of that towards Guan Shan, giving him all these signs that he wants him, but then doesn’t seal the deal. No asking out on dates, no offerings to take him home after the company mixers, nothing. Guan Shan is convinced that he’s only doing all of this to goad him, and he hates that. He hates He Tian.

Honestly, Guan Shan should’ve filed a sexual harassment complaint by now. But he hasn’t. He won’t.

Rather than go back to his cubicle like the rest of his co-workers, Guan Shan detours down the hall and to the right, where the copy and printer room is. He would've preferred the men’s bathroom but that was one floor down and he needed to cool his head (and dick) down immediately, so printer room it is.

The printer room is well air-coned and it’s mainly only used on Fridays when hard copy reports are to be handed in, so he knows he’ll be alone in there. But on the off chance that someone does come in, he doesn’t want to look like he’s slacking off. So he grabs some loose printing paper that missed the rubbish bin and starts making copies of them with the scanner, putting the copying amount to 1000 - that will take a while. He takes in a deep breath in, and back out, this is good, he just needs ten minutes in here to calm down and then he’ll be able to return to work as a functioning member of this company, with no boner and zero thoughts of a certain co-worker fucking him on a desk...Maybe give him fifteen minutes.

Suddenly he hears the door open, oh great. Sighing once again, he turns to look at his unwanted guest - fuck, no. Unwanted is the appropriate term.

“Oh hey, Guan Shan. I didn’t know you were in here,” He Tian says fakely, with his fake smile and fake sincerity. Of course he knew Guan Shan was in here. The heat rises and grows exponentially all over Guan Shan as he watches He Tian close the door, now alone with the cause of all his troubles and frustrations.

“What do you want?” Guan Shan asks harshly. If this was a non-professional environment, he absolutely would’ve said ‘what the fuck do you want?’ instead. To make it transparently clear that his intentions towards He Tian are hostile.

He Tian puts his hands up as a sign of peace, what bullshit, and continues to smile sweetly at him, “I’m just here to use the printer.”

“Well this one’s taken,” Guan Shan gestures to the printer he’s using defensively.

“Yeah, clearly,” He Tian retorts, looking like he wants to roll his eyes. Guan Shan’s face burns, He Tian always manages to make him feel like an idiot. He Tian walks over to the printer right next to Guan Shan’s and the sudden close proximity has Guan Shan instinctively stepping around his own to get further away, as if the printer could protect him.

Of course He Tian notices with a smile but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead he gets to work on the printer, pressing some buttons here and there until it gets going. Then he bends down, flaunting his ass in Guan Shan’s direction to check the stock of paper in the printer. Shit, this is not good. Guan Shan had come in here to cool down but with He Tian in the room, doing what He Tian does, his erection is getting stiffer by the second.

When He Tian gets up again he starts to loosen his tie a little and undo his top button. Guan Shan was in physical pain now. He Tian was too damn hot and he fucking knew it. He knew what he was doing to him and Guan Shan bets that he also knows that Guan Shan wants He Tian to push him against a wall and fuck him senseless, knows that Guan Shan wants He Tian to make him come so hard he screams. He wants He Tian so badly he doesn’t know how much more of this torture he can take.

“So I was watching you during the meeting,” He Tian states nonchalantly, and Guan Shan can't help but think, no shit.

“And you didn’t look too good, like you're burning up. I think you might have a fever.”

Right, a fever, let's go with that. Red refrains from arguing against it. But then suddenly he stops listening to what he's saying to him, distracted by what he notices is happening to He Tian’s printer.

It's printing out blank pieces of paper. And from the small screen on the printer it says ‘15/1000 copies to go’. He Tian is doing the exact same thing that Guan Shan did; giving the illusion of productivity while in reality they’re just stalling for time. Guan Shan’s mind races with the implications. That He Tian is not in this room for work related reasons, but because he wants to be in this room with him. It shouldn't surprise Guan Shan really, He Tian wants to mess with him all the time. But he can't help but let his heart beat faster at the thought of He Tian coming in here to talk to him alone. He also can't help noting that with two printers working away, the noise in here would make it impossible for anyone outside to hear them talk.

With these thoughts filling his head, Guan Shan is slow to notice He Tian stepping around the printers to stand right next to him. The back of his hand lightly touches Guan Shan’s forehead, “Are you alright?”

He Tian is right in front of him, so close. And that delicate touch is enough to send Guan Shan over the edge.

"Fuck this," Guan Shan says, exasperated and absolutely done with all of this bullshit. He grabs He Tian by his tie and tugs him forward, kissing him roughly. He is done with talking, and done with all of their side-stepping around each other.

He Tian is only given a second to breathe before Guan Shan has him tightly by the hair, kissing him again, rigorously biting and licking at his lips. He feels He Tian grab onto his waist and they step backwards until Guan Shan’s ass hits the edge of a desk. He Tian has a thigh between Guan Shan’s legs, no doubt feeling the stiffness of Guan Shan’s dick. He doesn’t really care what He Tian thinks of that, far too distracted by He Tian’s tongue pushing deep into his mouth, taking control of their situation. Guan Shan feels hot and bothered all over, quickly losing breath at the rush of He Tian’s lips, He Tian’s hands, He Tian’s tongue, He Tian’s everything.

When they finally separate for air, breathing heavily against each other, He Tian looks at Guan Shan. There’s nothing but lust in his eyes and Guan Shan feels the heat pool in his stomach.

“Fucking finally,” He Tian whispers huskily.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Guan Shan isn’t given any time to ask when He Tian holds onto the nape of Guan Shan’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Their lips collide, desperate and full of want. Guan Shan moans into the kiss, his groin rutting against He Tian’s thigh. He’ll ask questions afterwards, but for now he needs more of this. He pushes He Tian away and flips them around; He Tian now leaning against the desk. Their kisses become sloppier, as Guan Shan gets distracted with unbuckling He Tian’s belt.

“I need you,” Guan Shan says between wet kisses, “To take off,” he makes quick work of He Tian’s tie after his belt, “Your fucking clothes.”

He Tian obliges by letting go of Guan Shan and starts unbuttoning his own shirt. Guan Shan wanted to watch him take it off, to watch him reveal his no doubt exquisite chest, bit by bit, but He Tian went and distracted him with kisses. He then feels He Tian’s hands slip around his back, drawing him closer to his chest which sets Guan Shan on fucking fire.

Feeling the heat surrounding him, Guan Shan wants to stay like this for hours, screw going back to work. With that single sudden thought, Guan Shan pulls back, “Ah fuck, wait, wait.”

He Tian doesn’t let him go too far, keeping his hands around him, “What is it?”

Guan Shan looks over to the entrance that they both came through, any of their co-workers (or worse their boss) could have come in and caught them by now, “The door. We need to-”

“-I already locked it.”

“Wha-?”

“When I came in.”

He Tian had said it so dismissively, like this wasn’t a topic of interest to discuss and that he wanted to get back to the task at hand. And true, Guan Shan also wanted to get back to what they were doing, but he just had to ask, “You knew this would happen?”

A smile grows on He Tian’s face, “No,” he shakes his head, “I just didn't want anyone to come in while we talked.”

Good enough answer for Guan Shan.

“Fuck talking,” he says before his lips are back on He Tian’s with bruising force, their tongues beckoning each other in so naturally. Guan Shan traces his fingers around the curves of He Tian’s rock-hard abs, finally able to touch them after the pure torture of watching He Tian bend and stretch in his tight shirts during all those meetings. He pulls his face away enough to look down at where his own hands are going. He slowly moves them down, until finally reaching He Tian’s crotch. He palms him through his pants, listening to He Tian’s heavy breathing, and feeling the size of him. He had suspected He Tian to be above average, but this...

“Guan Shan,” He Tian interrupts his thoughts. Guan Shan looks up to see a heavy-lidded He Tian, perfect red lips glistening, “Get on your knees.”

Fuck. Guan Shan was planning to anyway, but with that single order he drops to his knees without missing a beat. He catches the way He Tian’s eyes widen for a moment, startled by how eager he is, and Guan Shan smiles, feeling the thrill of surprising He Tian. He quickly get He Tian’s pants and underwear out of the way and takes him into his hand, mouth watering at the size of the throbbing cock and licks his lips.

“Too big for you?” He Tian drawls with a smirk.

Guan Shan only smiles back provocatively, “Not at all.”

He doesn’t wait for He Tian to retort, before he has him in his mouth, while his hands go to grip onto He Tian’s bare thighs. Above him, He Tian keens. Guan Shan feels the shudder escape He Tian’s mouth, trying to keep his cool. He definitely wants to see He Tian lose control, thinking of it as revenge for all of He Tian’s shit that he's had to put up with. But also he just really wants to suck He Tian’s dick.

He takes the head into his mouth, sucking hard, and then dragging his tongue over the slit, causing He Tian’s breath to hitch. Too easy. If Guan Shan’s mouth wasn’t full he’d be smiling. Slackening his jaw, he almost pushes He Tian’s entire length in his mouth with one quick motion, and he looks up to see He Tian cover his own mouth, his face scrunched up in pleasure. Good. Guan Shan can’t help but moan himself, choking on the fullness of He Tian’s pulsing cock. He starts bobbing forwards and back, trailing his tongue up in different directions, wanting to hear He Tian’s lose control.

“Fucking hell, Guan Shan,” He Tian lets out with a shaky voice. His hands reach to the sides of Guan Shan’s head and hold him there. Guan Shan gets the message and opens his mouth further before He Tian thrusts into his throat, tears appearing in Guan Shan’s eyes. God, yes please. Guan Shan whimpers at the harshness of the thrusts, his nails digging into He Tian’s thighs. With every stroke, He Tian’s cock reaches the back of his throat and the pleasure is unbearable for both of them. His muffled whines and He Tian’s groans fill the room, as well as the sopping sound of his mouth taking in He Tian’s cock over and over and over again. If it wasn’t for the loud workings of the two printers still in use, they would have had no chance of hiding this from their co-workers.

He Tian lets go of Guan Shan’s head suddenly, leaning back and placing his hands on the desk to stabilise himself. His breathing had become erratic, and Guan Shan knew that he was close to climaxing in Guan Shan’s mouth. With no hands holding him in place, Guan Shan finally pulls off of He Tian’s cock completely, lips plump and wet, face flushed and precum dribbling down his chin. From the way He Tian is looking at him, Guan Shan knows that he looks very fuckable. And god, is Guan Shan desperate to be fucked by him.

Steadying himself on his knees, Guan Shan’s hands let go of their tight grip on He Tian’s thighs and move to unbuckle his own pants. He lifts his waist up to pull his pants and underwear down, freeing his hard cock. Now one of his hands goes back to He Tian’s thigh, while the other hand’s fingers go into his mouth, making sure He Tian is watching as he laps his fingers up, coating them with saliva. He draws his soaking fingers out and moves them behind himself. The look in He Tian’s eyes is priceless when he sticks two fingers into his ass with a sultry gasp.

Now fingering himself, Guan Shan attempts to take He Tian’s cock into his mouth again, but is stopped short by He Tian pushing him back.

“Get up,” He Tian orders, placing his hands under Guan Shan’s armpits to help pull him up into a standing position quickly, “Bend over the desk.”

Guan Shan feels his cock throb at the words, obediently pulling his fingers out and leaning down onto the desk with both elbows, cock hanging low between his legs. He Tian growls at the sight in front of him, before pulling Guan Shan’s pants and underwear down all the way to the floor. He stays down on his knees and runs his hands up from Guan Shan’s calves to his ass and grabs his cheeks firmly. Spreading Guan Shan apart with his thumbs, He Tian sighs, “You have a great ass.”

“I do?” Guan Shan questions.

But the very moment He Tian’s tongue starts stroking between his ass cheeks, lapping up his most sensitive area, Guan Shan is no longer capable of coherent thought.

“Oh fuck,” Guan Shan moans, his whole body trembling at the tension building up inside of him as He Tian’s tongue goes wild down there. It looks like He Tians tongue isn't just talented at smooth talking business associates and clients.

Guan Shan’s barely able to control his groans and whimpers when He Tian presses in deeper, his muscles clenching and loosening around his swirling tongue. He hears He Tian hum in satisfaction as he withdraws his mouth, leaving Guan Shan soaked and exposed.

Suddenly He Tian pushes his thumb inside and Guan Shan groans, his eyes shutting tight with pleasure. He can't help the string of encouragements towards He Tian, murmuring under his breath nonsensical words that trip over one another. He Tian continues to moisten him up with his tongue, and he can feel his asshole opening up more with He Tian's thumb. It's soon replaced by He Tian’s index fingers, which slides in easier and deeper than his thumb could.

“More...god, please more,” Guan Shan slurs, fingers scrambling on the desk for something to hold onto. He Tian adds his middle finger and Guan Shan whines at the stretch. With all his licking and scissoring and teasing, He Tian is making an absolute mess of Guan Shan and god, he is loving it.

“M-more,” Guan Shan pleads again. He just wants to be open enough for He Tian’s cock as soon as possible.

He Tian finally adds his ring finger and now with three fingers inside him, Guan Shan’s gasps sharply at the rough stretch, but the pain quickly subsides when He Tian finds his prostate. At which point Guan Shan has to cover his mouth from outright screaming as he lurches on top of the desk, trying to grind back onto the long fingers. He Tian lets him take over for a moment, let's Guan Shan fuck himself on his fingers, filling the loud printing room with more obscene moans and slick skin than it did before. The waves of pleasure pulse through his body with every push against his prostate, it's quickly becoming unbearable, he needs the real thing inside him. Now.

“Fuck me. I'm ready, just fucking- fuck me already,” Guan Shan begs, moaning impatiently, not caring that he sounds whiny, because he's been fantasizing and waiting for this for months, ever since he first saw He Tian at that water cooler.

He Tian pulls his fingers out slowly, and leans over him to whisper, “Take off your shirt.”

He pulls Guan Shan up and has him turn back around, facing him. With shaky fingers, Guan Shan unbuttons his work shirt. He watches He Tian crouch down again, tugging off Guan Shan's shoes, socks and pants one leg up at a time.

When he rises from the floor, He Tian claims Guan Shan’s lips in a kiss, it's urgent and rough and Guan Shan is overwhelmed once again by how much he wants He Tian. He pulls away to undo the last button on his own shirt and quickly slide it down his shoulders, but it gets stuck at his elbows where the sleeves are rolled up. A mischievous grin grows on He Tian's face and before Guan Shan can think, He Tian grabs the back of his shirt and twists it around his hand, locking Guan Shan’s arms behind his back. He takes Guan Shan’s cock with his free hand and starts stroking him.

Guan Shan gasps and squirms on the edge of the desk, but he can't escape. He doesn't want to escape. He tries to stop himself from crying out words like yes and please and god don't stop. But he does anyway, murmuring them under his breath. He Tian groans and leans in closer, keeping his hand busy. He bends his head low and Guan Shan feels the drag of He Tian's tongue licking up his neck, and then he bites down. Guan Shan's whole body shudders at the sensation, feeling his quickened pulse against He Tian’s teeth and tongue. Guan Shan’s hips swirl and push up involuntarily, trying to fuck into He Tian’s hands.

He's desperate. They both are. He Tian removes his hand from Guan Shan’s cock and lifts him up until he's sitting on the desk. He Tian steps away while Guan Shan finally pulls the rest of his shirt off.

“I have a condom in my-” Guan Shan goes to offer, but stops short when he sees He Tian pull one out of his own pants pocket from the floor. Glad to know He Tian is just as prepared for impromptu fucking as Guan Shan is.

After quickly putting the condom on and slicking himself up with spit, He Tian pushes Guan Shan down by the chest and spreads his legs up and apart. He positions himself at Guan Shan’s entrance, but then Guan Shan reaches out to stop him, “Wait, wait, wait.”

He Tian practically growls, “You want to stop now?”

“No, no, fuck no, I just,” Guan Shan huffs out of breath and a little incoherent, “...I want...against wall...I want you to fuck me...against the wall.”

There’s a quiet pause as He Tian processes his request. It's not a simple task Guan Shan knows this, supporting someone’s weight for a long time requires strength and stamina. Suddenly He Tian grabs Guan Shan’s legs and wraps them around his waist, then goes to pull Guan Shan up by his back. Guan Shan moves along with him, wrapping his arms around He Tian’s neck, while he gets lifted up with ease. Guan Shan can’t help but smile, looking at He Tian’s unstrained face and relishing in He Tian’s strength, he’ll do just fine.

He Tian walks them forward until Guan Shan feels the cold press of the nearest white wall and excitement builds in him once again, god, finally. Guan Shan helps to lift himself up enough to give He Tian the chance to position himself properly. When Guan Shan feels He Tian’s wet cock at his asshole he carefully sinks himself down. Finally. Slowly, he pushes He Tian’s cock in, inch by inch, gasping for breath as he descends and desperate to be filled. The tightness feels overwhelming and he forces himself to relax, hot breaths against He Tian’s neck.

It doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and Guan Shan gives an experimental roll of his hips. He lets out a whimper, tightening his grip around He Tian, his fingers probably leaving marks on He Tian’s back. He pulls away from He Tian’s neck to look at his face. He Tian is sweating but there’s no signs of exhaustion, in fact he looks energized, absolutely ready for Guan Shan to just say the word and he’ll start giving it to him at full force. It sends a shiver down Guan Shan’s spine. He lifts himself up and then grinds back down, panting into He Tian’s mouth. It gets easier with every slow roll of his hips on and off of He Tian’s cock.

“Okay,” Guan Shan huffs out through his endless panting. And just like that, He Tian tightens his grip on Guan Shan’s ass and start pounding into him. He sets a harsh and fast pace right from the get-go and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to hold back the volume. Guan Shan cries out, embarrassingly loud, when He Tian unexpectedly strikes his prostate. He hopes the printers are covering up this noise.

Guan Shan drags out a long ragged breath, trying to get control of himself, but then He Tian angles his hips in a way that has him hitting Guan Shan’s soft spot with every thrust. Guan Shan doesn’t stand a chance, if someone walks past the printing room, they’re doomed.

With every thrust hitting his prostate, tears fall out of Guan Shan’s eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure, feeling He Tian’s thick cock stretching and pushing and filling him up. He’s been fantasizing about this for so long, and now that it's happening, it’s better than what he imagined. He just can’t seem to hold back any of the unholy sounds coming out of his mouth. The long string of fuck fuck He Tian fuck yes fucks just roll so easily off his tongue, letting out moans and shaky breaths between them as He Tian’s thrusts continue deeper into him.

Guan Shan risks removing one hand around He Tian’s neck and slips it around his own leaking, aching, cock and starts stroking himself in time with He Tian’s thrusts. The added sensation overwhelms Guan Shan, causing him to clench down hard onto He Tian’s cock. Which in turn, makes He Tian give out a loud moan. Guan Shan can feel the rush of his orgasm building, tilting his head until it scratches up and down the wall with every thrust.

“He Tian, I’m...I’m going-” Guan Shan gasps out, out of breath. He’s so close, he knows that if he looks at He Tian, the sweating hot mess in front of him, he’ll come right then and there. But he does anyway, he looks right into He Tian’s eyes, pupils blown and hot, so fucking hot. Guan Shan’s breath hitches and lets out a shuddering groan as he comes over both of their stomachs in messy splatters. Pulses of electric shocks run through his body, clenching all of his muscles, and suddenly he feels weightless. He can’t feel his legs, miraculously still wrapped around He Tian, but he can barely think about that right now when all he has on his mind is how fucking amazing that was.

Guan Shan sluggishly watches He Tian continue fucking him, his thrusts becoming erratic and short, grunting with every stroke. Guan Shan pulls He Tian’s face towards him and their lips collide with biting force, Guan Shan practically eating at He Tian’s tongue and bottom lip. It seems to do wonders for He Tian because he comes then with a low groan in his throat. He Tian keeps slowly thrusting through his orgasm, breathing heavily into his mouth, gripping so tightly to his ass that Guan Shan knows there will be marks on it for days.

The room smells like sex, like sweat and most importantly, like He Tian. If he wasn’t starting to feel the cramps in his legs from this position, Guan Shan would want to stay like this, savouring it until the very last moment. But they're both exhausted, so He Tian lifts him up a bit to slowly pull out, and Guan Shan moans at the loss. As soon as Guan Shan unwraps himself from around He Tian, he sinks down to the floor, no strength in his legs left. He rests his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

Did all that really just happen?

In distress, Guan Shan thinks that this might just have been another one of his vivid fantasies and he’ll soon wake up in bed, alone, with a boner, and still very much frustrated. But no, as he watches He Tian pull off and tie up the condom, Guan Shan knows that this wasn’t a dream because his dreams never last this long past the fucking.

He Tian manages to find a roll of paper towels from fuck-knows-where and passes it to Guan Shan to clean himself up. He takes it from him, neither of them making eye contact, and quietly wipes up the cum on his chest and throws it in the bin with all the scrap paper. Guan Shan’s legs feel like jelly, but he manages to stand up and head towards his crumbled up clothes. He finds that He Tian has already tucked himself back into his briefs and is fixing his messed up hair.

They get changed in silence and if it wasn't for the printers still going, the silence would be deafening. Both of their work suits had gotten wrinkled but at least there’s no stains to worry about. As he finishes buttoning up his shirt, Guan Shan panics at what little time they have left to talk about happened before one of them decides to leave first. The time for no talking is gone and Guan Shan really needs to know what the fuck their situation is now.

Then Guan Shan realises that once again, he’s waiting for He Tian to make the first move, and doing that in the past had gotten them nowhere. So he breaks the silence first, asking the biggest question on his mind, “What are we?”

Guan Shan cringes internally, like what is he, a teenager again?

“Whatever you want us to be,” He Tian says non-committedly as he turns to turn off both printers.

Red mulls over He Tian’s response, then shakes his head, “No, that's not going to cut it. I need to know what you want from me.”

The printers turn off, and the room falls into complete silence. He Tian isn’t looking at him. Guan Shan thinks about the start: He Tian growling out fucking finally, and he realises he might already know what that He Tian meant; “Was this always just about sex? Was the reason why you never asked me out on a date was because you didn't want that? You wanted something like this to happen instead?”

Guan Shan looks at the floor, fearing to hear the answer, that yeah, He Tian was only after his body. He Tian never asked for something more because he didn't want something more.

“You wanted me to ask you out?”

Guan Shan looks up at He Tian then because he may have sounded confused, but he didn't sound disgusted by his own question.

“Well...Yeah,” Guan Shan answers like it was the most obvious conclusion to make.

A broad smile grows on He Tian's face, “Do you want to come over to my place for dinner tonight?”

Guan Shan steps back, “...Don't say that unless you mean it.”

“No, I mean it,” He Tian steps closer, “I want to.”

His smile never wavers and he seems to be finding their situation funny with that little chuckle of his, “To be honest, Guan Shan, I didn’t think you actually liked me.”

“What?”

“I knew you were very attracted to me sure, but liked? You don't exactly make that clear.”

Guan Shan takes a moment to think back on his own behaviour around He Tian in the past, becoming self-aware. All of his grumbles and eye rolls and fuck offs and whatevers. It does send quite a message, “Oh.”

He Tian chuckles again before moving towards Guan Shan and casually slipping his arms around his waist. Standing at his full height, He Tian looks down at Guan Shan with...fondness, “You know, the only sign I got that I had any chance with you, was that you had never filed any harassment complaints against me.”

“...That's dumb.”

It's all Guan Shan can say before He Tian is leaning down and kissing him. It's slow and gentle, the softest it's ever been since he started all of this an hour ago. Guan Shan lifts his arms up around his neck and deepens the kiss. It quickly heats them up, tongues pulling each other in, their breathing getting heavier. They both pull back, stopping themselves before things get carried away.

“Right, cool,” He Tian breathes out, heading to the door. Guan Shan hears the unlock of the door and then sees He Tian turn to him, “Straight to my place after work?”

Guan Shan tries fighting fights back a smile but fails, “Sure.”

While the smile on He Tian’s face just continues to grow, “I think that's the first smile you've ever directed at me.”

“Oh, shut up,” Guan Shan steps forward and pushes at He Tian’s arm, the only form of flirting he knows how. He Tian laughs at the effort and opens the door, to which they pause to find their co-worker, Jian Yi, leaning against the wall opposite the printing room.

His arms are crossed and he initially looked pissed, but at the sight of He Tian and Guan Shan, together, shifting his eyes between the two, looking at their minor disheveledness- the biggest grin replaces his annoyance, “Well, fucking finally.”

thats it folks! im the slowest writer in the world, so im happy that i at least got one fic completed for tianshanweek :’)

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TianShan week day 5: AU

*This is unfinished, & I might release a part 2 (and maybe a part 3?)somewhere down the road. But it was getting way too long, so I had to stop somewhere! tidbit:Fallen Angels are not demons (yet). Anyway- Welcome to my Angel/Demon AU!

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Fuck.

Mo was racing through rooftops, alleyways, flying over traffic and mindlessly walking humans. But no matter what twist or turn he made, that goddamn Archangel was not letting up. That gave Mo an idea. He pumped his wings and flew straight ahead for a large brick building. He smiled to himself at his intelligence. Piece of shit Archangel. You wanna fuck with me? Just as the building was just a wingspan length away, he turned to face his chaser. The plan was supposed go like this: Mo would stop in front of the building, the Archangel would come flying in; Mo’d move in the nick of time & that bastard would be splattered against the wall. Didn’t work out that way, though. He was a lot faster than Mo had thought; The Arch plowed straight into him, sending them both crashing into brick. The impact made a large dent in the building, and then Mo was falling on concrete. Before he had a chance to get up, Mo felt something cold and sharp against his Adam’s apple. “Please, go ahead and move. It’s been awhile since I’ve killed a fallen angel.” The tip of the sword gently pushed in, drawing blood. “She’s starving.” Mo grit his teeth; and with the sharp edge so close, tried his best not to gulp. “What the fuck do you want? I haven’t done anything!” Getting a clearer view, Mo saw the standard Archangel beauty. He was extremely tall, dark haired, and had grey eyes that Mo was sure could see through everything. And his wings, they were largest set of wings he’d ever seen. An inky black, even darker than the moonless sky. He was a looker, like all the shitty Archangel’s were. God always gave his favored all kinds of gifts. Everything else? Well, if you looked at Mo’s life, you’d see what everything else was given. “You’re a fallen angel, moron. You’d probably do something stupid sooner or later. Okay, so first, introductions-” The angel squatted in front of Mo, holding out his hand. “My name is He Tian. I’m a reformer. The best reformer, I might add.“ He let his hand fall when he realized Mo wasn’t going to shake it. “I’m here to bring you back into God’s grace, help you change your ways, blah,blah, blah.” He grabbed Mo’s shirt and hauled him up, onto his feet. Mo’s entire body was stinging, especially his wings which took the brunt of the collision with the brick wall. “So, we’ll start with patching you up. Then we’ll have a therapy session and you can tell me how ‘woe is you’ and whatever else your little heart needs to get out. Then we’ll-” Mo shoved He Tian off of him, almost stumbling over a brick when he stepped away from the Arch. “Leave me the fuck alone, bitch. I don’t want to be “reformed”. Go back to your shitty palace in the sky.“ There was a deafening silence, right before he felt the plunking of a knee smacking into his stomach. Damn, that hurt. Mo fell fell forward right into He Tian’s arms. “So, like I was saying-” He draped one of Mo’s arms over his shoulder and began walking. “After our talk, we’ll find solutions to your treachery-and we’ll have you back up in heaven in no time!” Mo wanted to bash this fucker’s face in, but the pain was way too intense for him to focus on anything other than walking. Or really, shuffling forward was what he managed to do. He took a small, startled gasp in when he felt the Archangel’s breath on his ear. “And, of course, if you get too annoying-I’ll just send your ass straight to hell.”

Light threatened the back of Mo’s eyelids. They begrudgingly fluttered open, he immediately shielded them from the sunlight with the back of his hand. He realized he was in a bed in an abnormally spacious room. It was empty, save for the bed itself and a wall length window. He sat up on his elbows, the pain in his stomach reminding him why he was there in the first place. He didn’t get the chance to even think about trying to leave when he felt a shift in the bed. “Up already? You should get more rest, sleepyhead.” He Tian’s grey eyes were even more menacing in daylight. And they were, way, way too close. “What the fuck?! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? And where the fuck am I? What the fuck-” “Shut up.” The order was final. Daring Mo to say another word. “It’s too early for all of that screaming.” The Arch pulled a cigarette and a lighter from thin air. He lit it, and inhaled. He was smoking? What the hell was the purpose of that? Only humans got enjoyment out of those sorts of things. But Mo didn’t give enough of a fuck to inquire. “Listen. I don’t need reforming. I’m good. I’m not doing anything fucked up down here. I’m just minding my own business. So you go tell God to do the fucking same.” Mo got out of the bed and began to pad across the hardwood floor. He was wearing different clothes from his own, and that realization made him flush. “Where the fuck are my clothes? Where-” Coldness swept throughout his body; he reached and touched his back, but nothing was there. He turned so fast he almost got whiplash. “What happened to my wings?” The Archangel took another drag of his cigarette, indifferently watching Mo. “Must I repeat myself? I’m a reformer. Re-form-er. When you start acting like a good little angel, you’ll get your wings back. Until then, no flying for you.” He smiled. It was wide and arrogant. “You piece of shit! I’ll fucking kill-” The tall man was towering over Mo before he could even blink. He backed Mo against the bedroom door, and Mo felt himself shrinking beneath him. He felt afraid. This was new. “I take threats like that very seriously, Red.” Mo felt a terribly strong hand grip his neck. “So, do you want to say that again? Or maybe you can think of something a little nicer, instead?” The tone was light, but held such a weight to it Mo felt himself begin to tremble. This was an Archangel. Not exactly someone Mo should piss off. He slowly and lightly touched He Tian’s wrist, making sure not to make any sudden movements. He gently tried to tug his hand away from his neck, hoping that his shivering wasn’t too apparent. “My…my bad. I was just shocked that my wings were gone…” Mo tried to quell the rage that began to nestle in the pit of his stomach. This guy was too strong, there was no way Mo could possibly take him on. And that irked him to no end. He was literally in this bastards hands, about to be played with like a fucking puppet. He Tian let go of Mo’s neck, and Mo silently let out a breath. “That’s a good boy.” He patted Mo’s head and smirked. “Come, let’s chat.”

They moved to the kitchen, which was really just a space with a table and two chairs. Empty cabinets and empty drawers, an empty refrigerator. Mo concluded the Arch must use this only as a stay-over for Earthly business. Dealing with the fallen. Was Mo really considered a fallen angel, now? He Tian pulled his chair backwards, opposite of Mo, and straddled it so they were facing each other. “Tell me about yourself, Mo Guan Shan.” Mo didn’t even know why he was surprised He Tian knew his full name. He was sent here on a mission, or rather, Mo was the mission. “Hm, let’s see. I hate piece of shit Arch’s, like you. I hate heaven, it’s a shitty ass place. God is a supreme piece of fucking shit, I really hate that fuck face. Will that do? I mean, I probably have more shit I could tell you that I fucking hate.” Mo crossed his arms and sat back, waiting for the Archangel’s reply. There wasn’t one. Only staring. Mo shifted uncomfortably under the gaze, not wanting to look him in the eye. “Tell me why you hate all of those “shitty” things.“ Because God was a tyrannical asshole. Because he sent his father down to hell just because he questioned his methods. Because his mother ended up suffering because her twin flame was stripped away from her. Because when Mo tried to have a meeting with that God of horse shit about his Dad, he was refused by Archangel Michael and shooed away like he was nothing but a fly. “Because I fucking do.” was what Mo ended up saying. “Are we done?” Mo heard He Tian let out a sigh, and chuckle. “Hardly. Maybe we should try a different method? Since my patience is kinda wearing thin.” He lifted his palm up, and a blue light began to lengthen in his hand; his sword materialized. “Your wings aren’t exactly gone. They’re there, it’s just that I have to activate them.” He Tian was behind him now, and Mo felt his heavy hand rest in between his shoulder blades. His wings bloomed behind him, making him move forward in the chair. Without even thinking, Mo made a move to flap his wings and try to escape through the kitchen’s skylight. Dumb idea, because all He Tian had to do was snap his fingers and Mo’s wings became deadweight. He slumped right back into his prison. “You’re resilient. I like that. It’s going to be all the more satisfying when I break you.” Mo couldn’t see his face, but he knew that cold grin he’d seen before was probably plastered on his face. He Tian began to run his fingers through his feathers, which made Mo clench his fists and shiver. “Don’t touch me, you fucking weirdo!” Mo exclaimed, but it was like he was locked in place. The touch was hypnotic, and Mo’s wings were sensitive. He knew it had to be some sort of fucking Arch ability, and it was binding him. He even had to catch himself before he leaned in to the touch. “Your wings are pretty. I like them. Just as red as that hair of yours.” Then the touch ended. “But sometimes even pretty things have to go through ugly situations.” He Tian’s arm creeped around Mo’s neck, revealing a dagger in his hand. His sword had become small, but it’s edges were still as sharp. “Angel wings heal fairly quickly. But it fucking hurts like hell when they get damaged. I would know, I’ve had a demon rip one of them right off! I would have preferred it if the bastard had just killed me.” He laughed. Mo felt sweat begin to prickle at his temples. Was he really going to fuck up his wings? What the hell kind of “reforming” was this? “I want serious and honest answers from you, Mo Guan Shan. I don’t want hesitation, or disobedience. Answer my questions, and I won’t have to de-feather you.” The blade began to smooth itself through Mo’s covert feather’s, down the secondaries, and all the way to the tip of his primaries. He was shaking now. There was that sensation of fear again. He hated it. “Are you…are you really a fucking Arch? Y-you’re more like a fucking demon! Did you trick-” The now familiar presence of his breath on Mo’s ear made him almost jump out of his seat. But the firm grasp on his shoulder held him in place. “I’m an Archangel, but I’m a reformer. Haven’t we discussed this already?” He purred, sending ice crackling through Mo’s veins. “We are given the freedom to use whatever methods necessary to bring our dear fallen angels back to the light.” His mouth was so close, that with each word Mo felt the Archangel’s lips nearly press against his cartilage. “I can definitely do very devilish things, if that’s the route you want to take. But I really want this to be easy for you, Mo. For some reason, I’m kind of fascinated by you.” “I don’t want to hurt you, I want to help you.” Those words sounded so genuine, that it made Mo even more distrustful. “If you want to help…then leave me the fuck alone.” He barely managed to whisper. Mo heard his scream before he felt it escaping his throat. The pain was surprising and intense; it moved through his wings and permeated his body and he nearly wretched. The bastard plucked a handful of his primary feathers. That shouldn’t have hurt as badly, but Mo’s wings had always been overly sensitive. “You fucking cunt-” He Tian gripped the shoulders of his wings, and that immediately silenced him. The dagger was so close, He Tian could sink it straight through the muscle right into bone. “Tell me what you’ve been doing here on Earth. This is your last chance, I’m starting to get agitated.” Mo was trying to calm himself. All those things he said before were true: He hated pretty much everything about heaven. Except, he had lied about one thing. He hadn’t exactly been doing nothing in the human’s realm. “Three,” He Tian released the shoulder of Mo’s wings, and instead replaced it with the tip of the dagger. If Mo said it…what he really had done, what would the Arch do? He’d be a dead fucking bird for sure, wouldn’t he? “Two,” The dagger slowly began to press in, a jagged sting working its way through Mo’s wing. Mo could lie, he could think of something. But the fucker would know if he wasn’t telling the truth. He’d know, and that’d make things worse. But the deal had already been made, it was already in motion. Even if the Arch found out, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. “One-” “I made a deal with Lucifer!” Mo screamed, bile rising in his throat. His entire body was drenched with sweat, and even the chair shook in time with his nervous twitching. “I made a fucking deal with…She Li, alright? He’s going to release my father from hell.” She Li was what Heaven called Lucifer, nowadays. His name had become something of a forbidden word up there. “My father will come home…and my mother won’t have to pretend to smile anymore. Her laughs will be real…loud and whole-hearted, like they used to be. And she won’t…” Mo bit his lip, trying to stop himself. But the tears were already sliding down his cheeks. He leaned forward, shoving fists into his eyes-trying to will them to stop. An angel, crying? It was shameful. Disgusting. “…she won’t be hollow anymore.” Mo felt a tug at his wrist, and his arms were brought down in his lap. He Tian was crouching in front of him, looking at him curiously. He, warily, Mo noticed, brought a finger to his cheek. The warmth lifted the cold stream of tears where He tian touched. “I…I’ve never seen an angel cry before.” He Tian stared at him like he was some sort of a fucking strange exhibition in one of the human’s museums. Mo slapped his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Mo roughly wiped at his face, trying to dry his eyes the best he could. He didn’t like this feeling. The feeling of being watched, of being touched, of being so open in front of the Arch bastard. “What are you…going to do to me? The pact has already been made. My father will be released soon and-” “And? What was the exchange?” He Tian’s tone showed that he more than likely already knew the answer. “Me. I take my fathers place.” Mo let out a humorless laugh. “Shit, Hell is probably way fucking better than Heaven. Fire doesn’t bother me.” Mo was lying, Hell terrified him. The idea of traversing through endless flame, the monsters that resided there; It was eternal darkness, ceaseless loneliness, sadness, regret, constant pain. And all of that was only what Human’s experienced when their soul’s went there. An angel’s experience was far, far worse. It terrified him. The Archangel was silent, Mo could feel those crystalline grey eyes bore into him. Mo heard fingers snapping, and felt a weight on his back disappear. His wings were gone again, and He Tian stood. In his hand, the dagger turned into glittering blue particles, and then vanished. “A soul for a soul. Typical. Admirable of you, though. I don’t think there’s anyone I care that much about to stay an eternity down there for.” Mo looked up, wishing he didn’t. He met the Arch’s eyes, and found himself not being able to look away. He Tian shrugged, “Some deals were meant to be broken. I’ll help you get out of this.” “Help? No I don’t need it….” Mo was searching for words, but those goddamn eyes were making him forgetful. He felt himself overcome with sleep, suddenly; he wanted to dream. “My dad…” The room was becoming blurry, except for the tall figure that stood before him, over him. He was clear. “Go to sleep, Red. I said I’d help you, right?” Mo watched as He Tian reached out, and lazily glided a hand down the side of Mo’s face. It was so warm, and once again, Mo was fighting to not lean into the touch. This time, his piece of shit body betrayed him. His eyelids were heavy now, and he let them close. “Fuck off, asshole…” Mo managed to whisper out, before unconsciousness began to slither in. He heard a small laugh somewhere close, but also far away. “Nope. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

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