#And is like well these feelings must be because I’m jealous of him for stealing my sister

[transmasccofee]

Makoto Teruhashi after getting over his internalized homophobia and sister complex: I need that little pink bitch So Bad

#saiki k #Makokusu #U CANNOT tell me there wasn’t something happening there #Blushing at each other pinning him against walls showing up to his house forcing him to shop with him #Like ok man #My theory is that Makoto is actually crushing on Kusuo but he hates the idea of being jealous of his beloved Kokomi so he like. #Switches the roles in his head #And is like well these feelings must be because I’m jealous of him for stealing my sister #When really he’s jealous of her because he wants to be with the pretty extremely mid four eyes pink boy #I refuse to feel shame over this ship no one can make me feel ashamed THEY HAVE. CHEMISTRY. #Listen……

[lady-ashfade]

I’m your soulmate.

Day 21 of celebration marathon

Yan!percy Jackson x soulmate reader

-♡ ask: So, I've had this on my mind since I read Percy × Reader as soulmates. Can you do something where the Reader doesn't care about rejection? She's unfazed by Percy rejecting her.(And maybe a bit of Percy being jealous? Perhaps even a bit Yandere.)

-♡ words: 823

-♡ warnings: yandere behavior, rejection, reader being unbothered, percy being a toxic, hc’s, soulmate au.

in all honesty you never cared about soulmates and if you had one. some people had soulmate, some didn’t and that was the way things were and you couldn’t care. the thought did cross your mind and if you happen to have one but you weren’t waiting around for them, you focused on yourself and the moment. plus, being a half-blood meant you had more things to worry about then love.

so your trained all you could to be prepared for anything life had to throw at you. you made friends, you had family now and a place that welcomed you with open arms.

If anyone were to ask around about you, everyone would say how chill and non caring you were about things. it was like life had little grasp on you for doubts and fears. when you started training it didn’t matter how many times you failed because you just got up and smiled then tried again.

percy talked to you before he found out you were his soulmate. you helped train him at the start. you didn’t care about gossip and rumors about him or anyone. he swears when you spoke you sounded so carefree and he admired you. though, he didn’t know you well. he was too caught up in saving the world and realizing his feels for annabeth to think about you much.

but the moment he looked into your eyes when the truth came out he couldn’t seem to feel the way the world wanted him too. he wasn’t one that liked being told what he should do or feel. but what caught him off guard was your lack of sadness when he told you that he wasn’t going to be with you. and that he liked annabeth.

“I get it dude, soulmates aren’t my thing either.” You nod understanding and patted his shoulder. “No hard feelings Jackson.” And you walked off.

that moment played in his head more then it should have, he spent day and night with the image of you walking away from him so easily. and then he started to notice you around more and how you smiled, or how beautiful you were, he seemed to slowly forget about annabeth. how could he when he constantly thought of you?

while he was thinking of you, you still remained carefree and didn’t seem affected by what happened one bit. you treated him like normal, you hung around your siblings and friends, and he realized how little he must mean to you.

percy’s sudden feelings for you turned into something deeper and darker in his chest. he followed you around without mentioning it. you wanted to train? cool, he’ll be a few feet away from you. no matter what he needed to watch over you. when you laughed he tried to pick up on what caused it so he could make you laugh. and over all, he started to get jealous of anyone around you.

he had to stay away but here they are, taking advantage of you?

the final straw was how you excepted a flower from a boy from another cabin and smiled at him. the boy was pathetic to try steal his soulmate away from him. you did look stunning but no one should be able to look at you without thinking of him, your soulmate!

with his hands balled in a fist he walked over to the both of you and grabbed you by the arm without saying anything. his grip was harsh and his face was flared with anger and you tried to keep up with him but he didn’t stop. a few minutes later, of you screaming at him and trying to stop, you both were alone in the woods and he could talk to you now.

“What is wrong with you?” For the first time he saw you angry and something in him was proud to gain your attention even if it was bad. “I would’ve come with you if you asked nicely like a normal person.” you ran your hands over the area he pulled you from.

“We need to talk about how you’ve been acting,” that caught your attention quickly, “you are acting like you don’t have a soulmate at all! Like I mean nothing to you.” he shouts and you wonder if he was hearing himself.

“Because you are in love with annabeth. You said you didn’t want us to be a thing, and I respected that. Sorry percy if I don’t die over this type of thing, but you made your choice.”

“I don’t love her, I love you! You have been in my mind for weeks and you can’t spare even a glance.” His voice gets stronger as he starts to step towards you. something about him makes you want to walk away from him.

“You belong to me wether you like it, and i wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.”

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[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO x FEM READER

Gojo's a brat.

wc — 1k 

tags —  been reading a lot of shoujo manga lately which is its own warning, jealous Gojo spoiling reader 

Snap.

You hiss between your teeth, annoyed and barely restraining yourself from murder. The sting of the elastic jolts you out of your studies, but after a quick break to glare at the headache sitting next to you, you dive right back into your work. Patience is one of your strong suits. It’s why Yaga worked so hard to steal - in his words, ‘recruit’ - you from the Kyoto campus. Someone has to set a good example for the kids. He knows it’s not going to be Gojo.

Speaking of-

Snap.

This time, you feel the brush of his cold fingers against your skin as well. You yelp in shock, both at the sudden change in temperature and at the way your skin smarts. Gojo takes a break from his triple sized blue raspberry slushee to laugh at you hysterically, clutching his sides. It’s not even that funny. You wish all kinds of illnesses on him with fervor.

One more time. Just one more time, you promise yourself, and you’ll-

Snap goes the hair tie on your wrist against your skin.

You don’t even let him withdraw his fingers before you leap over the chair to punish him.

“You little punk,” you snarl, catching his collar in your hand and throttling him with it. It’s a rare day where he’s wearing business casual, which he doesn’t even do for meetings with the elders.

“I’m older than you,” he says. “Gotta respect your elders.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you respect!” 

You’re already reaching out to pinch his cheek, only to come into contact with infinity. This comes with the realization that he must have had it turned off earlier, if you could have choked him. Why does the thought make you happy?

“Men don’t like women who are so high strung,” he teases.

“Tell that to my roster of Hinge dates,” you snort (lying through your teeth). You’re admittedly popular, but you’ve stopped seeing anyone in recent months for a reason you don’t want to explore further. That’s a stone you’re willing to leave unturned.

“Oh, yeah?” You can only tell his voice is just slightly huskier because you spend so much time with him these days that you can catch the slight changes in his mood. It’s for lesson plans, of course.

That doesn’t stop you from swallowing hard. Jealousy looks good on him. He had the kind of looks that could drive women crazy, but combined with his unfiltered attention on you? It was a difficult to fight the urge to provoke him further. 

“Yeah. As for me, I don’t like men who are a pain in the ass,” you smooth down his collar once you realize you’ve still been holding it.

The tension breaks. Gojo never stays serious for long. You’ve only caught fleeting glimpses of the god that lurks within his skin, trapped and turbulent.

“Aw, come on. I’m not so bad, am I? Can I make it up to you?”

“Depends,” you sniff, highlighting a important sentence in your textbook. You’ll have to remember that for class later. Nobara had asked about it. You should really tell him to go away, he’s distracting you so much, but you rarely do tell him off no matter what he does.

“I happen to have a reservation-“

So that explains why he’s dressed so nicely, though you wouldn’t put it past him to show up to Michelin star restaurants in sweatpants and get his way. You have to remind yourself not to get excited that he’s doing this for you. If you do, you lose.

“Happen to, is it? What if I don’t want your leftovers?”

“Don’t be that way,” he wheedles. “I’ll pay for everything.”

“As if I was going to.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“You can do better than that,” you retort. This is almost fun, like negotiating with Yaga to raise your salary. Utahime thinks there’s something wrong with you for enjoying workplace politics so much, but maybe that’s why you can tolerate Gojo’s company so well when no one else can. You have to be a little crazy to put up with him.

“Hmm,” he says. You see right through him. He’s only pretending to think. In fact, every second of this conversation was predetermined. It’s all part of a bit you’ve done before. “Last offer, then. You can max out my card getting ready.”

And your answer, therefore, is also already prepared. You don’t even deign to give him one, simply holding out your hand.

“Who says I’m giving it to you?” Gojo’s eyes sparkle. He’s being particularly difficult today, so much so you’re tempted to just slap him across his pretty face so you can kiss the hurt away afterwards. He’d like that, though. “Don’t you need someone to carry your bags?”

This is the game he likes to play, messing with you so he can apologize with extravagant gifts. Just once, you wish he could be straightforward about it. You’re not bragging, but everyone knows he likes you. It would make everyone’s life easier if he could just be mature about it, but instead, Gojo insists on acting like a teenager with a crush.

Whatever. You can put up with it for a while longer. You’re not particularly opposed to this situation. He spoils you with attention and lavish gifts; you spoil him by being the only one who can tolerate him. 

Besides, you’re keeping secrets too, a big one that Utahime had whispered to you the other day over lunch. She had been so excited to have something to hold over Gojo that she hadn’t even registered the look on your face when she told you. 

The other reason Yaga tried so hard to steal you from Kyoto?

Gojo asked him for a favor.

#sera writes #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo fluff

[dailyadventureprompts]

Hi there! I'm a huge fan of your work, and I was wondering if you could help flesh out a vilain idea I had? I have a basic setup, but no idea how to make him a rounder character.

The gist of it is a fey king whose queen died, so, driven mad with grief and incredibly deep in denial, he reaches out into the Material Plane and kidnaps women who resemble his queen, forcibly altering their minds and bodies through fell magic to transform them into reincarnations of his queen. He keeps failing as the magic instead transforms them into horribly broken and mutated horrors, driving him to more desperate measures.

Other than that, I have no idea how to develop him further or devise an end to his evil :(( so any tips on villain development would be greatly appreciated :))

Adventure: A Covetous Love

Friend, you don't need to make your villain a rounder character, you just need to refocus your narrative onto the genuinely horrific scenario you've created where a series of women have their identities torn away piece by piece. How does it feel to go through it? What must it be like for their friends and family to watch as the woman they knew is replaced by some cruel parody in line with a stranger’s lusts?  Refocusing the story on the current victim likewise gives the story human stakes, and allows the party a good entrypoint into this ongoing tragedy with the chance of possibly preventing it from repeating. 

Before we get into the story itself, here’s a few more ideas I’m going to suggest: 

Rather than kidnapping outright, the fey lord visits his victims in disguise courting them as if he were a wealthy, charming suitor. He offers jewelry and trinkets and other fine things, all infused with the essence of his beloved, and as each of them is accepted the victim becomes a little bit more and more like his queen. A silver comb that turns her hair into HER hair, a cup of wine that fills her dreams with memories of their pramanades through faerie together, makeup that not only wipes out any flaws but transforms the face into a mask of bloodless porcelain perfection. 

Likewise, the transformation process specifically fails because the fey’s expectations are too much. If he were willing to settle for someone who only reminded him of his bride, or gods help him strike out on some new course, he could theoretically be happy… but because he keeps trying to make his victims MORE he ends up with an idea that collapses in on itself, something too perfect to live or even maintain a coherent form. 

To really drive home the tragedy of the horror, I’m going to suggest that the current victim is a woman trapped in either a political marriage or one that’s long gone cold. The fey will exploit her genuine desire for romance and affection, as well as her longing to escape the cage of her life, making the offer of becoming someone else (even if it means dying in the process) all the more tempting. This makes it so that the hinge point of the adventure isn’t just a “rescue the princess” matter of getting her away from the fey, but confronting her as a person and trying to persuade her that there’s some other path to freedom than letting herself be eaten by some otherworldly waifu. 

This setup also gives the party a great secondary antagonist to clash against: the jealous mortal husband, someone who technically WANTS the same thing as the party and has the resources at his back, but will actively drive the victim into the fey’s arms every time he gets involved. He wants to save the victim, but doesn’t care about her happiness, in fact he may be intent on punishing her for her infidelity. He’s there to show why the victim wants to leave. 

Adventure Hooks: 

The party first encounter Lady Melanie Kerridell while out in the wilderness when a stag she’s hunting blunders into their path/camp, on horseback, weapon in hand and her fine clothes streaked with mud. She’ll berate them if they let the beast escape or steal the kill for themselves, but half way through will stagger and lose track of where she is. Just about then a group of her friends and servants will crash through the foliage in a desperate state, as Melanie was out with them having a country luncheon when she spotted the stag, grabbed a weapon from the guards, and took off after it.  This is not the first time this has happened, Lady Kerridell is about half way transformed into the Green-Eyed-Queen and she’s letting herself slip more and more. A concerned friend will invite the party back with them to the estate, and then politely broach the topic about how they might “look in” on Melanie and what might be causing her to act this way. 

The party receive a letter from Lady Kerridell, begging for their help ridding her manor of a haunting, of a monster that has been wandering her home at night wearing her face. When they seek her out however they find her beautiful and cruel and with no idea whatsoever who sent them the letter, despite it bearing her seal.

Lord Edrick Kerridell catches the party snooping around and offers to pay them if they can track down the young dandy he’s seen his wife sneaking off into the gardens to neck with. He wants to know just who the man is before he decides what to do with him, just incase these pricy gifts are from the vault of some other great family. When the party do find the dandy,  he’ll lead them on a merry chase through the town, dragging them all into the feywild if they manage to corner him. 

The local jeweler needs some help investigating a robbery, a few pieces were stolen, but the prize of the take was a staggeringly beautiful necklace of gold and jade, which he was in the middle of repairing. Strangeness surrounds the case: the dandy who delivered the necklace made no secret that it was for a married woman and as the jeweler worked on it he couldn’t shake the feeling of some kind of presence skirting around the edge of his workshop.  When the party find the thief they’ll find her in a bit of a state, having put on the necklace and been influenced by the fey-bride’s mind, she now finds herself driven to heist the home of Lady Berridale. Ostensibly this is for more riches, but the shard of the green eyed queen seeks to complete herself, which will likely result in one of the two womens’ deaths. 

Art

#prompt postage #fey #villain fey #mystery #horror #wilderness encounter #town #city #villain noble

[onyourhyuck]

Can We Go Back? | K.JW

— Prologue: “Can we go back please?”

— Summary: You have a tiny crush on Jungwoo. Problem is Jungwoo is helpless and oblivious to your feelings no matter how many hints you drop. One day you see him talking to another girl hugging her and it breaks you down.

— Genre: Romance. Smut. Minors Dni. Fantasy werewolf!Jungwoo x werewolf!y/n. College setting. Extreme angst. Y/n loves Jungwoo but has extreme fear of rejection. Possessive and Jealous Jungwoo. Jealous and possessive Y/n. They do it at the back of Jungwoo’s car. Car Smut. Markings. Big Dick Jungwoo Agenda.

— Notes: Can We Go Back is Jungwoo’s song fr.

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Jungwoo. Jungwoo. Jungwoo.

Your thoughts were smelt into nothingness leaving only a certain someone on your mind. The most important part of it was the boy you have developed feelings for. Your college friend Kim fucking Jungwoo. You guys became friends quickly in your first semester because you are both werewolves going to school in a human common populated college leaving only humans. There is hardly any werewolves or any other supernatural creatures. You must say it was a lucky day to meet Jungwoo that day. You would’ve felt alone on every full moon.

Now every full moon you spend it with Jungwoo. Whenever there was a full moon on the weekday and you happen to have a class you both come in super tired and snappy; it’s like dealing with two children waking up cranky from their deprived sleep. The full moon makes every werewolf easily tired as well as hungry and easily sensitive and distracted.

And whenever something wolf related happens you always cover for Jungwoo and he always covers for you. Last month he helped cover your lectures classes and kept notes for you because you started your heat at that time. For a week you stayed home until it was gone and you returned like nothing happened because Jungwoo had all the information for you to keep up with your classes.

You felt like there was a connection or something. There vertically was flirting between you. I mean you dropped plenty of hints to him that you like someone and that someone is freaking him but that boy was as oblivious as anything you seen before. You weren’t sure if he was a mole rat considering how blind he is! It frustrates you. It certainly does.

In the class business everyone was dismissed by the professor up the front lecturing everyone. You elbow knock Jungwoo off the desk who was sleeping away his life with a little drool coming out the open wide mouth. “Wake up class ended!”

He jolts up from the desk standing up quickly and in a daze he looks at you, half asleep, the beautiful brunette wavy hair from sleep. “I’m awake! I’m awake. Class ended already? Whoa that was the quickest class of my life.”

He treads out the class with you by the side. You guys were discussing tonight’s plans because it’s another full moon but this time you guys were talking about staying at his house celebrating it. You were discussing all sorts of things you should have like snacks and what kind you’d want. Jungwoo was more than happy to have you come over, but he was slightly hesitant about specifically YOU coming over knowing his two roommates Jaehyun and Doyoung will probably steal you away from him.

Jaehyun and Doyoung have met you a few times. Once you were walking Jungwoo home and they saw you outside walking their friend. You live in another neighbourhood not far from where their house is so you were home in like another fifteen minutes. Let’s just say the boys were teasing Jungwoo day and night about you asking all sorts of questions.

“Come on why can’t I come over to your house? You said it was fine and now you’re changing your mind again.”

Jungwoo sighs. “Let’s go to your house Y/n. It will be so much better. In my house we have two idiots who want your attention and keep wanting to see you.”

You squint your eyes at the reasoning it definitely sounded like Jungwoo did not like his friends getting close to you for some weird reason. Your shoulders bump into him playfully as you teasingly trail.

“Oh you’re jealous they will take your place is that it?” You shot at your friend and he looks at you glaring at your face knowing you are teasing him.

He rolls his eyes. “No. No that’s not it. You wouldn’t understand it’s a…”

“It’s a what?”

“It’s a guy thing okay.” He huffs out and you roll your eyes at Jungwoo knowing he is just too stuck up his ass to admit that he wants you to himself.

The both of you were about to walk home. The activities you love doing together was usually just walking anywhere and everywhere without worrying and talking non stop until we get tired and head back home again. You love having deep conversations the most. Jungwoo was surprisingly good at keeping conversations going you have no idea — that boy can ask about hundred questions in only one minute. You were constantly speaking but you love that. Jungwoo loves listening to you. Your voice makes it soothing and your presence he can basically wear it.

Your love language was definitely quality time and Jungwoo was the same. You enjoy spending time with the boy. It doesn’t matter if it’s doing nothing, doing nothing with Jungwoo sounds haven. It sounds like a freaking jackpot.

Jungwoo suddenly stops realising something. “Oh I almost forgot. I have to meet someone today.” The figure turns around facing the campus. You wonder who does he have to meet? A lecturer? Maybe Doyoung and Jaehyun? You weren’t sure. You stop on your tracks no longer walking.

You tilt your head. “Oh okay let’s go then.” You were about to walk away. Your body moved on its own and Jungwoo stops you on the tracks. “I gotta go alone Y/n. The person asked me to meet them privately. You can go home alone today.”

‘Home alone?’ Your mind repeated the last words like a breathing taking ending to your heart. You don’t want to go home alone. It feels weird walking alone without Jungwoo by your side. Your expression was confusing but he could tell you were pained thinking about it. You shake your head standing by the gates exiting the campus.

“How about i wait for you instead?” You’d ask.

Jungwoo looks at you seemingly liking that idea but he wasn’t sure how long this meeting would last. “That works too. I don’t know how long it’ll take but if you can wait for me that’s fine too.”

Whoever this person was it made you want to find out. You know everyone Jungwoo knows and he knows everyone you know. How come you don’t know this person at all and what’s the big deal? Usually Jungwoo would tell you everything he speaks about with people it’s a big shocker right? You know every secret he knows. You’re like two secret agents conspiring against each other’s enemies. But right now it did not feel like that. It felt like a big change and you hate change honestly.

When the boy left the scene to go meet this person the empty campus you couldn’t help but track Jungwoo behind. You felt awful stalking your friend but you couldn’t ignore this curiosity of yours. You want to know if Jungwoo is okay, you tell yourself that it’s because you were worried for him. It wasn’t wrong but it certainly wasn’t the only feeling as to why you’re following the tracks.

You’re doing this for your own sake too. You were following the lead behind a pink tree up the front you stay low behind the bushes watching through the jagged thorns. You wonder why was Jungwoo at a Sakura blossom tree? This place was where couples go and kiss claiming they will be together forever and ever. Which always sounds lovely if you’re in love.

‘I wonder if i should take Jungwoo here to confess…’ you trail thinking to your own smug thoughts.

But as your thoughts were interrupted hearing another female voice approaching Jungwoo from the Sakura tree you felt an intense wave of anger and jealous hit you stunning your tainted heart and breaking it with cracking it with a half. Your hands ball as you saw Jungwoo smiling down at her as if he was never that cheerful in his life before. That girl holds out a chocolate box made up in a heart shape smiling at Jungwoo back.

Did he come here to hear a girl confess? You must be kidding me. You repeatedly thought why he was so distant and it’s because he was getting a freaking confession! He left you for another girl.

To say a goodbye to your confession idea because you were a step loose and another quicker fish took the bait to do it. The girl whoever she was you never knew someone was there you could want to urge to kill and you weren’t aware of it until you saw jute girl and Jungwoo hug. You ran away at that time.

You couldn’t believe your eyes it hurt too much to watch any longer. To see your crush hugging another girl that wasn’t you?

‘He definitely said yes to her. He definitely did. She was totally his style that he likes.’ Your thoughts were killing you from inside and out.

You were complementing the idea of staying and waiting for Jungwoo in that moment when you come back to the campus exit. You slowly walk away but a voice brought you back from your venous thoughts like it was a dream all along.

But it wasn’t a dream. Jungwoo runs up waving. “Y/n! You really waited for me sorry it took so long.” The boy came with that chocolate box in shape of a heart and your eyes immediately came back to reality. This was not a dream this was a nightmare.

Your daggers point at the chocolate box. “What’s with that? Don’t tell me you took so long trying to find chocolate.” You murmur crossing your arms together. Jungwoo looks down at it shrugging. “Oh that! Don’t worry about it. Someone gave this to me. Let’s go home before it gets any darker.”

You never wanted to go home so fast before. You wanted to cry and cry until you were done from the tissue box becoming empty. The walk was sort of silent because you didn’t want to speak, if anything you wanted to be left alone in your own room, bringing dramas and shutting yourself from the world until you forget this ever happened.

Worst part is Jungwoo didn’t tell you anything about what he was doing there. If you weren’t there following him you wouldn’t even know about this leaving a big betrayal on your heart knowing your friend who you have feelings for, would do something so terrible to you. If only he wasn’t so dumb to notice them at all.

“You’re awfully quiet Y/n.” He trails opening the chocolate box and eating one piece. His eyes light up liking the scent and the taste.

He looks over at you. You were trying so hard not to be mean but how could you not be? The guy you love is eating the chocolates of his possible new lover now!

“I feel like being quiet today. You got a problem with that?” Your voice was a complete different tone from before which made Jungwoo stop for a bit and slowly run up to catch up with you. Your pacing of walk changed his and you were walking faster as if you were trying to leave him first.

He squints his eyes suspiciously at you. Something definitely happened to you and he needs to know now.

“What’s up you look like you want to chew something and spit it out.” Jungwoo points at you a little bit seeing how tense you really are.

You glare. “Nothing is up Jungwoo. Nothing at all is freaking up.”

He raised his eyebrows. Whoa he never seen this much attitude in a person before. Jungwoo points one piece of chocolate at you. “Are you okay? You seem angry actually. I can tell something is wrong. Want a piece of chocolate it will make you feel better?”

Your hand smacks the chocolate out his hand stomping your feet as you scream unknowingly you did. This was all your built up frustration speaking and your grief knowing you probably lost your freaking friend to your feelings now. “I don’t want your fucking chocolate Jungwoo. God you’re so fucking blind— are you a freaking mole rat? Cant you see what’s been happening around you?”

In fact the boy can’t see what’s happening around you because he was stunned to his boots seeing you do a giant outburst like that. Jungwoo for a moment saw your eyes turn into this malicious creature that could kill him if he did another wrong step. He stands there seeing your face grouch and your hands swing as the chocolate fell on the floor somewhere far away. He couldn’t understand though.

What was happening? What was he not seeing all this time? Jungwoo was a lost soul he couldn’t figure this out no matter how many times he thought it through.

“I’m sorry did i forget your birthday or something? I swear your birthday is next week.” He would suddenly speak after your long pause of silence and god you never wanted to smack someone so hard.

You look away scoffing. “Birthday? Jungwoo my fucking birthday is in November. We are in middle of May!” You swung your arms around walking away as you turned like a similar umbrella excusing you.

Jungwoo follows you from behind shouting. “Then what am i not seeing Y/n? What’s happening. Why are you angry tell me.”

You stop turning around. Jungwoo gently bumps into your back before you turn around pointing a hand in his chest repeatedly. It felt like a literal stab down his heart.

“I’m tired of trying for you Jungwoo. I really fucking am. You figure it out what’s wrong. You keep hurting me because of you I’m so upset.” You growl pulling away. “I don’t need someone as dense as you to walk me home I can do it alone. Oh and about that Full Moon at your house? You can fucking cancel it! You can bring along your new girlfriend to it instead.”

He was loss to words seeing you walk away from him for the first time ever he was left outside and a striking thunderstorm falls down on him. He held the chocolate box trailing wondering what you meant. ‘Girlfriend? What girlfriend?’ At least he thought until the flashback made him remember everything. You saw it. You saw the Sakura blossom and you probably thought he was ditching you.

God he felt like a stupid idiot for not connecting the dots quicker. He grabs his head and dropping the chocolate box on the ground as it was raining heavily soaking the clothes to the skin so tight. ‘My lord I’m an idiot. Darn it how will i fix this.’ Jungwoo never ever wanted to turn back time and let the world know of how much of a mess he just created.

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“What an asshole, Y/n. Glad you sort him straight. You don’t need someone like him around you causing you trouble on your good heart.” Your roommate and friend Momo said. You were venting your whole heart to the young Japanese girl. She was an exchange student from two years ago and ever since then she was always there to let you vent if you couldn’t tell to Jungwoo because most of it was Jungwoo related problems.

If these weren’t Jungwoo related problems. You would’ve told Jungwoo. Unlike him who can’t tell you everything you felt betrayed by him and all you were doing was laying on your bed sobbing your eyes out at every tissue and Momo was here keeping you the company with a bunch of kdramas.

You sniffle with your red nose all from blowing the tissue on it so much. “I can’t fucking believe it. Was I not good enough for him? Did he really have to choose her over me. I mean I don’t get it. What does she have that I do not?”

You tried to think about it. But simply comparing yourself to a human it was a clear reasoning but at the same time it didn’t make sense.

Momo trails. She was a vampire living with you and many would think that’s quite controversial speaking wise because Werewolves and Vampires aren’t really meant to be friends. But you and Momo were a change to that statement.

She was a good friend. Very understanding and caring and she has life experience of thousand of years dating wise so she could always give you dating advice without a credit.

“I don’t see it. I mean werewolves prefer werewolves don’t they? Why would he spend his limited time on a human girl.”

You glare at the ceiling rutting back and forth on your bed rolling side to side like a wrap on your blankets. “I don’t fucking know. I thought I was very clear with my feelings. I mean on Valentine’s Day I gave him his favourite perfume because he ran out! So why am i in the fucking friend zone.”

“But a human girl got there in a day. I’ve been trying for years. But a human girl did it in one day.” You slam your hands on your face constantly. This was killing you and Momo taps your shoulders comfortingly.

She grins playfully. “I can drink from her if it makes you feel better?” The vampire fangs poke out and you smirk shaking your head. Sometimes Momo scares you how fast she could really drop the nice act and fully bite someone drinking them dry.

But not everyone is perfect. Momo at least has some self control. You sigh. “It’s just… I can’t imagine living without Jungwoo in my life… it hurts to see him go away.” You trail depressingly again and Momo could say she was the life in your eyes wither away like a dead flower decomposing on a dead winter night.

“He will come back. If he doesn’t I’m sure it won’t take long till he realises that he’s in the wrong.” Momo would push the remote out suddenly changing the channel. “How about we watch Goblin together to get your mind off him?”

Goblin? You heard Goblin and never wanted to get up so quickly. You sat up crossing your legs over the other letting Momo join you on the bed sitting in the similar position. You smile suddenly completely forgetting your problems for a whole minute.

“Man I love the grim reaper so much.” You said holding your knees. Momo smirks tapping the remote on her legs as she saw the main characters. “You can take Lee Dong Wook but I’m taking Gong Yoo any day.”

You and Momo slowly sank in a deal.

Meanwhile over at the household with the boys having a full on dead meeting. Doyoung couldn’t believe his eyes to see Jungwoo stressing finally over you. It took him some time to come to a realisation that he’s so blind the right person was right in front of him all fucking alone. Jaehyun on the other hand was nonchalant about this and told Jungwoo to just apologise and go on the knees in front of her house. But Jungwoo knew tha wouldn’t work.

Begging on the knees doesn’t work for you he knows this. Apologising maybe works but going on the knees and looking pathetic? It wasn’t your go style. He knows you don’t like people begging you for forgiveness it actually annoys you. You weren’t sure what you wanted yet but Jungwoo knew it was something more healing than stressful.

“I really fucked up with Y/n.” He sighs holding his hands together in deep thought.

Jaehyun blurts out. “You really are blind aren’t you? How did you not know that she had feelings for you.”

Jungwoo stares at the older boys in front of him. He loosely lowers his head running his hand through the thick bouncy hair he has. “I… don’t know. It all makes sense now but god I’m useless at this love stuff.”

Doyoung was quick to comfort Jungwoo and trail softly to give an advice rather than lecture the younger boy to death. “The full moon is tomorrow why don’t you make it up to her then? Just meet with her and speak I think is all you need to do.”

He looks up nodding. Yeah? Maybe all you need is a good long deep talk. One conversation can fix a lot and Jungwoo might be able to get on your good side with this, or well he hopes he can.

“And don’t mention that girl to her.” Doyoung warns.

Jungwoo silently swears just by getting in that warning. He still has the sparring images of you smacking the fuck out of his hand at your angry outburst.

He shivers in fear. “God tell me about it. I never knew Y/n could have such anger inside her.”

Must be that full moon effect getting to you too because Jungwoo is here becoming fidgety.

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The very next morning Jungwoo had a very clear vision planned out. He will sit next to you and speak to you about what happened yesterday. He will ask you to meet him straight after class and then he will explain exactly what went downhill yesterday and how much he was a complete asshole and a mess for not realising sooner everything.

But when he entered the classroom tell him why you were sitting with the class president chatting to him and laughing with him so happily as if nothing happened yesterday between you and him?

Jungwoo stands there shocked and a little bit wounded in the heart seeing you become buddy buddy with Mark Lee. You were the happiest he’s ever seen with Mark. It kind of annoys him.

He wasn’t sure why it was so annoying until he realised that perhaps, he does like you too. That perhaps maybe all along he was oblivious to his very own feelings too.

Jungwoo saw how everyone was sitting somewhere only he was not. Simply standing in middle of the entrance dazed at how you moved seat from him. He was hurt to the point he wanted to throw Mark off the seat and take that one back so he could sit with you but that’s to an extreme. It doesn’t help that today is a full moon so he’s so fucking tired it doesn’t even explain how much he wants to doze away.

He sat down back into the old seat sinking in it and having such an empty right side aches Jungwoo deeply.

If this is what you felt yesterday when you saw him and that girl he was terribly upset by making you feel this way. He’s such an asshole. He definitely feels like it right now.

‘God this is such a long lesson…’ Jungwoo trails in his own thoughts see the professor walk in to start the class.

‘God this is such a long lesson what am i going to do now.’ You thought in your head when the professor came into the view front of the green chalkboard.

Your thoughts were the same even though you weren’t aware of it just yet. You both wanted the same thing. You both wanted each other.

‘I wish you were here to distract me from how boring this lesson is.’

As the lesson was carried on you and Mark kept on speaking very loudly to his ears it really irritated Jungwoo from where he sat far from you yet he was very much not far enough because he can hear that boy highkey simp for you. Oh god badly he wanted to just snap something in half.

Crack…

Jungwoo looks down at his pencil dwelling on how much it snapped so quickly in his hands just by the strength of the fingers. These full moon side effects have been getting to him honestly.

He puts the pencil away grabbing a new one out the pencil case however someone offered a pencil from another view. Jungwoo looks up seeing the girl from yesterday showing down a pencil.

He gulps seeing how much this could look in your eyes but he really needed a pencil.

“Jungwoo here take this. You can keep it.” The young human girl smiles down at the boy finding him too cute to deny.

He looks around and grabs the pencil nodding his head showing gratitude. “Thanks Minyoung.”

As you were about to turn around your eyes caught the same girl in front of Jungwoo giving him a pencil. In that frame work seeing Jungwoo smile up at her and thanking her; it truthfully made you lose your shit in that moment.

Mark saw how disconnected your expression was. It was like a mix between anger, jealousy but also intense sadness in your eyes. He looks behind to see what you were probably looking at and he saw Jungwoo and a girl at the frame angle speaking.

“Hey Y/n what’s wrong?” Mark slants down blocking the view Jungwoo in your eyes suddenly and you stare at Mark looking away.

“Nothing. Uhm.” You say shakily and Mark saw how you were clenching your work in your hands. He chuckles seeing you. “Uhm you’re squishing your work…”

You let go off the paper realising how much you squished it together into a paper-ball. God you weren’t aware how much you were doing with your hands it’s as if you dissociated from reality.

“Oh uh. Thanks. I wasn’t sure what that was.” You nervously laugh it off and start to up bundle the paper ball back to normal. ‘He really doesn’t need to show off his new relationship with her.’ Mark saw you acting this weird he wonders what happened between you and your best friend.

“Did you and Jungwoo have a fight by any chance? I’m just wondering because… you guys are really far apart from each other today.”

Mark saw you turn around for a while watching him. You weren’t sure what to say or what to do. You wanted to say yes but then you didn’t want to seem like you were going to Mark only because of that. You sigh looking around.

“I’m sorry. You’re in between all this mess now.” You say and Mark shakes his head grinning. “Nah don’t worry about it.”

“What did you guys fight about?”

You look at the Canadian boy as your eyes fell to Jungwoo you saw him staring you down so intensely you could feel a shiver run down your spine. You clear your voice. “I’ll tell you later. I don’t really wanna discuss it in class.” You said as you turn around and Mark respected your choice. He goes back to doing work with you.

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You stand outside your car unlocking it. The class ended and you’re on your way to go home and probably cry some more until your heart no longer can prorogued tears and you no longer feel like you’re in pain suffering.

But as you were entering your car putting the bag in the back seats. Your seatbelt on and you driving off while starting the car engine by the car key. You saw a running boy in front of your car suddenly and you stop on your breaks. You saw the boy nearly fall over as he was running in front of you as you were about to drive out the parking lot.

You gasp fearing he might be hurt because when you realise who the boy your eyes were tearing up. Fuck you almost ran over Jungwoo.

He yells outside but you could hear him well although it was a little muffled due to you being inside the car. “I need to speak to you Y/n!” He shouts.

“Geez fucking Christ you nearly got ran over what if i actually did that! You’ll frame me for your stupid death.” You shout back scolding him. The car door unlocks and Jungwoo heard it approaching the empty door and sits in the passenger’s seat. You awkwardly turn around pulling the car back into the parking lot where you stop the car from being on. You turn it all off and let you guys sit in a peaceful silence.

Jungwoo took his time recollecting a strong monologue to say to you. He was nervous as hell and you could hear his heartbeat coming out nearly.

“I… I’m really fucking sorry Y/n. I really am for everything.” Jungwoo’s body swings around catching you off guard. “I’m sorry for being a really bad friend and for not listening to you. I’m also terribly sorry for not telling you the truth but— let me explain before you say anything else.”

You shut your mouth when you were about to say something but you only nod alerting Jungwoo to know you’re okay with him explaining now or never.

He stares at you for once as if he was relieved to see you and honestly very glad you were being lenient on him and not so harsh like yesterday. He admires even though you weren’t aware of it, he admires you a lot. You do a lot of things for him that he took for granted long before you even developed a liking to him now.

He softly spoke looking down at his hands. “I rejected her.”

You shot up from your seat wondering what he meant by this. You tilt your head escaping out a soft ‘Huh?’

“What do you mean you rejected her?”

Jungwoo stares at you replying back quietly. “I told her i already had an eye on someone and that we can’t be anything more than just college classmates.” He clears his throat and you stay there stunned glaring. You raise your hand and slap his arm. “You — you made me think you were with her because you were hugging her!”

He looks back at her holding his chest wondering what’s with the slaps. He thought you were going to be happy to know he rejected her!

“Ow! Wait ow ow— what’s with the slapping Y/n! That hurts please calm down.” He held your wrists as a way to stop your attacks and pulls you closer to the passenger seat your faces coming close. Your lips barely away from one another and your breathes itching to just be taken away. Your voice came as a surprised whimper wondering why he was staring you down like you were his dinner meal tonight.

“And fyi i hugged her because she asked for one not because I was willing to.” Jungwoo paused. “I really only want to hug you. Without asking you. Without knowing it’s you I just want to be on you with my arms wrapped round you…”

You couldn’t help it but your overthinking senses were playing a heightened role of you becoming drunk on Jungwoo’s scent and the way his body was stretching out to hold you so close. The way his hands were barely at your waist but moving closer to pull you in with them. You were shocked to see Jungwoo becoming so reciprocating to you and your feelings it truthfully felt like a liquid dream you were in but at the same time this felt too real.

Too real to capture in a mere dream. The way Jungwoo’s eyes darken seen you and thought of you. Your brains were synch as one and now all you were wanting to do was makeout heavily. Jungwoo pushed you into the backseat as your lips crashed together without wasting any second he was moving quicker than his body could handle. You were squirming to the back slanting in the back seats underneath him it felt like a dream come true to have you breathing so heavily thanks to your deep enticing makeouts you were sharing together.

“Jungwoo…” a moan escapes like a rewarding prize for him to claim and he sucks on your bottom lip pulling it apart.

The hands securing your clothes were slowly undressing you until you were left in your bra and underwear. You slowly undressed Jungwoo too leaving him shirtless and in the boxers parting on the small waist of his. You straddle his waist pulling Jungwoo even closer and he swore he fell in love just by your legs forcing him to be closer to you than before.

“I like you saying my name like that.” He chants around your neck kissing down until he met your collarbones slowly giving it a suck on that skin. You shiver as it starts to rain outside and you’re both naked in the back of your car with nothing but your body warmth together.

You felt both connected together like you were one. He held you tight enough to leave you wanting more. Hugging wasn’t even an option anymore you want to be under his skin. Your fingers trace at the back down his spine and his waist. Jungwoo felt you slowly pull the boxers down and see how he sprung up the manhood making you drool at the sight.

It was a very pretty sight you’d have to say. It was everything you imagined but better. You hate to admit it but your lustful thoughts of him before were nothing comparing to this. This real deal was better than you thought. Jungwoo saw how you stroke his length with your cold hands and he squeezed your hips in response.

‘He was so sensitive.’ You were amazed by how fast he was moving along seeing you stroke him down and up in soft motions. And he lets out the softest moans ever you couldn’t believe it. He was getting the best treatment for you it’s only been fair if he lets you get the best end of the stick right?

“Enough… Y/n… I want to finish inside you.” He pleads.

He pulled on your ankles pushing you down into the backseats belonging to the car and suddenly switched the demure. You were surprised by how fast he could change from a loving man to a domineering and intimidating person who was losing control and barely hanging by a string. As you were pushed down he heard you gasp pulling apart your panties with his finger and fondling your breasts by the other hand. You moaned when one of his fingers pushed the way in you.

He saw your eyebrows raise up like they were clouds in the sky. You bite your bottom lip as Jungwoo watched you intensely seeing you moan everytime another finger dropped in you. You were soaking as if you were in the rain but you really were not. He was at awe how fast you got wet.

It felt like a giant ego boost knowing it’s all for him and only him.

You’re loosening up enough to take him is where Jungwoo stops and slings the tip to your entrance aligning it for you. You pull yourself up a little putting your arms round his neck and he hugs you tight smelling your perfume and scent sank in your loving sweet soft skin. It was begging to be marked by him.

You hum when the tip enters you and you felt your weight slowly deepening on the back. You really hope no one saw you with Jungwoo like this but at the same time…

You sort of wish that girl who likes Jungwoo sees you and him together.

It sounds cruel but you wanted to make it clear he was yours. He was never going to be hers. Jungwoo knew you would never see the end of him and at least now he made it clear the only he has was on you and only you.

Then a fiery kiss reunites you and Jungwoo as he was thrusting into you so deep you felt like you were squished between two boulders falling down from a long cliff onto you. You were addicted to this painful feel you never felt this high before and perhaps it must be the full moon side effects making everything for the both of you ten times more powerful. You never had sex at this moon cycle before and not even with a werewolf because you were waiting for Jungwoo all this time.

However it looks like everytime he was indulging into you Jungwoo was losing his mind. The body lost control and snaps into you enough to shake the car with the force. You were making all sorts of noises. Moaning into his ear. You were cutting out sentences that did not make sense but he knew, he knew it felt too good you couldn’t talk enough.

The only sound there was between you was the squelching sound that came from down below your wet cunt, dripping on the seat so much because you were coming repeatedly on his girth-like cock that stretched you to the oblivion.

It was so intense that Jungwoo had the urge to just bite down on your shoulder and claim you to be his. And you wanted that. You knew what he was thinking and you could only edge him on with words.

You whimper. “Jungwoo… Jungwoo mark me.”

At first he looks into your eyes but the way his hips and waist were grinding into you did not stop. He looks back at your shoulder smirking. “You really want to be marked this badly?”

He was taunting you with a teasing joke and you lay back huffing. “Please… claim me. Make me yours.” You ache at what you really want and Jungwoo smiles lingering down capturing a soft bite into your shoulder but even though it was such a soft bite,

It really made the painful experience more worth it. Somehow the pain become pleasure and the pleasure become your high you were chasing. Jungwoo pulls away to admire that mark on your body and you pull him into another kiss. You pull away whispering. “Now fill me up until you can’t anymore.”

He stares down at your intense gaze. “I was planning to do that anyways.” He croaks out.

You’re both always on the same page thinking the same things and doing the same actions. You understood each other beyond anyone else could’ve. If you had to say, you probably thought you’re soulmates. You just get each other without a single strand needing to stand up.

Your bodies were going into a heating overdrive when finally he released and dumps the gigantic load inside your walls painting them nothing but white. You couldn’t see for a moment getting a wince of dizziness and pleasure hit the oxygen in your brain. Jungwoo felt the same way as he drops his head on your shoulder where he marked you as his.

You both let out a sigh in unison catching your breathes. Your hands loosen round him and he slowly does the same. The car was steamed thanks to your long hour sessions of railing each others shit. You couldn’t help but notice Mark suddenly walking past the car half embarrassed.

You grew red to your face. “Oh god he saw us definitely.” You saw how happy Jungwoo was to hear that. He felt so proud of himself, like a little boy in a candy store.

He laughs a little. “Good. I’m glad he saw.” You look over at him slapping his biceps. “Jungwoo!”

You were beyond embarrassed now. You’re thinking this might be karma for you thinking you wished the girl to see instead of Mark and that was a way for life teaching you to calm your intrusive thoughts.

Jungwoo grabbed you from behind kissing your lips when you were shocked and embarrassed. He however couldn’t care less. Mark should see who you belong to.

And it’s him.

You saw Jungwoo pull away as he calms you with a kiss. He saw you stay quiet but only stare at him with a smile.

‘You were happy.’ Jungwoo thought, he was relieved to see you being your usual happy self too.

“Hey Y/n?”

Jungwoo calls out as you were both changing in the car back into your clothes so you guys can finally leave the campus parking lot. You really weren’t even aware of the time but it’s beyond the afternoon and it’s probably the evening. You seriously couldn’t get away without touching each other still. Jungwoo occasionally wraps his arms round your waist as you were changing or you would capture a kiss on his cheek when he was putting on the trousers again. It’s impossible to not touch someone as beautiful as you.

You look up at him. Jungwoo was in the driving seat and you were in the passenger now. “Hm?”

He heard you look at him and Jungwoo smiles down at your lips once again. You felt him lean in and slowly kiss you.

“Can we go back please?”

You were at a loss of words as he said this. Jungwoo was so innocent looking but the way his body, mind and probably spirit too we’re not enough has you in this physical chokehold.

But you were the same because you loved it. Smirking you look up at him. “Round 2?”

You’re more definitely coming back late to celebrate the full moon at his house.

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[ideas-4-stories]

Cross Guild prompt that's been in my head for weeks: I FIRMLY believe that Crocodile is one of those types of people that feel bad for stray animals. To the point that he just always has some sort of pet food on him or he just straight up snatches them off the street and takes them back home.

But, one day, as he's walking through the streets late at night, he hears rummaging coming from an alley, and he goes to check it out. Crocodile faintly catches the glimpes of a fluffy tail and automatically assumes it just another stray dog lost in the city and immediately approaches it. Only to find out it's a little lost Mink child.

Crocodile is immediately heartbroken and just snatches the poor Mink kid up like "You're mine now. You're coming home with me."

Once he takes the poor kid back to the Cross Guild HQ, he tried to discreet about it but eventually Mihawk and Buggy run into Crocodile carrying the little mink child in his arms and they both immediately freak out!.

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Mihawk: Crocodile.... you have a problem. Go put it back where you found it.

Buggy: OMG! Is that a mink!?

I feel Mihawk would try to get through to Crocodile and tell him how much of a problem he has taking in strays. But at the same time Mihawk is low key finding the little mink he brought in cute.

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Eventually Buggy starts to bond with the young Mink child Crocodile brought in because I feel he has that safe energy for children. So the mink child starts to become closer with Buggy, wanting to hang out with him more often. Which ends up making Crocodile jealous because HE wanted to be the one the Mink bonded to.

But at the same time Crocodile low key finds the sight of the clown making balloon animals and putting on little performances for the Mink quite endearing.

PS: I also like to think that the stray Mink child Crocodile brought in happens to be a little feral after having lived most of their life on the streets all alone. So when Crocodile had brought them in, the mink child starts running around headquarters, reeking havoc in the dinning hall by stealing the other crewmembers' food because they probably hadn't eaten in days. Crocodile finds it hilarious and completely ignores the crews complaints and tells them to feed the mink child even more and to give them whatever they want.

This is a hilarious and great idea. Indeed Crocodile would be the person that feel bad for stray animals. I’m guessing this is taking place on another island, because I doubt Buggy would let stray animals live on his island. He definitely has an animal barn or a few animal barns.

Crocodile snatching the Mink child because one. I doubt the Mink child has parents around or if they do… Those are bad parents, so it’s better for the child to come with Crocodile.

Crocodile trying to smoothly sneak the Mink child into Cross Guild HQ is kind of amusing to imagine. Is Crocodile trying to hide that he has the child or trying to make it seem normal?

Never mind that, of course Buggy and Mihawk freak out because it's a child in a very dangerous place. No doubt there’s many places on Karai Bari that can really hurt a kid. In the end, Mihawk and Buggy couldn’t resist. The child wasn’t safe in the place Crocodile found them in. So, they guess it would be better that the kid is with them.

Yeah, Buggy forming a bond with the Mink child way before Crocodile. Hell, it would be funnier if it’s on the same day that the Mink met the clown. Yeah personally, it’s funnier if it went that way. One moment, Buggy is freaking out and the Mink kid is nervous being in a new place and around new people. Then, couple or few hours later, Buggy and the child are having the greatest fun together. Indeed, that watching Buggy making any balloon animal the Mink wants and performing little shows of the Mink is truly endearing.

Idea: Crocodile must have tried to get the Mink to the doctor, but with the kid being feral. I doubt that went well, so when Buggy gets the Mink child to the doctor of Karai Bari Islands. Crocodile must think it’s going to be hard… Hahaha that didn’t happen.

It was quite a breeze once Buggy explain to the Mink that they need the doctor check them out. Soon as the Mink kid is out of the doctors, they start wreaking havoc on the place. HQ is the Big Top Tent in the middle… or is it to the side. Never mind that, yeah, the Mink must be so surprised about all the fun things around.

It took Buggy saying that the Mink needs to eat for the crew to stop complaining or if they do it’s in their head. So, the Mink child gets to eat all they want.

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[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung x Reader: "Not Jealous!" (SFW)

Summary: You and Jo Geol are talking about the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, and you can't stop gushing over him. Chung Myung gets jealous

CW: Mild jealousy, GN Reader

“Do you guys ever wonder what the Plum Blossom Sword Saint looked like?” Chung Myung’s ear twitched when he heard you say this. “Well, all of the stories make him sound like a badass, so he probably looked the part, too,” Jo Geol chimed in. “What does a badass look like to you, Jo Geol?” You inquired. “Well, he must’ve been a giant. I bet he had a bunch of scars from all of the battles he was in! He probably had an intimidating gaze, too.”

“Respectfully, I disagree.” “Oh? Then what do you think he looked like?” “Hm…” You paused for a second. “I bet he had women all over him!” Chung Myung coughs on his drink and almost spits it out on the dinner table.

Everyone’s eyes are on him. “Are you okay, Chung Myung?” You turn towards him with a concerned look on your face. “Mhm!” He is a terrible liar and is visibly nervous. You decide to not comment on his face because he looks like he doesn’t want to talk about what just happened.

“Okay, back to what I was saying. He seems like the stereotypical heroic type, right? There’s no way he wasn’t popular with the ladies! Especially if he was big like you said. Who doesn’t want a giant and buff knight in shining armor?” Chung Myung is making mental notes on what you're saying. That must be your taste in men, right? His ears turn red while he eavesdrops on your conversation with Jo Geol.

“I guess that makes sense. If he was like that, I’d want to get to know him too!” “Exactly, you understand now!” “I wonder what other features he had…” Jo Geol thinks out loud. Chung Myung has gone quiet and his face is as red as a tomato. He’s stopped eating and can only look at his lap while listening to you gush over his previous life. He wants to scream.

“I don’t know, but he must’ve been a hunk! I bet he was the chivalrous romantic type, too. It’d make sense with the whole heroic reputation he has. Hah, sounds like my type of guy-” “I think you’ve been reading too many fairytales!” Chung Myung snaps at you. You notice he’s pouting, and decide it’s a good time to tease him. “Okay, why does that concern you? I’m just speculating. It’s not like he’s in the room with us, anyway!” “Whatever, I’m done eating!” He stands up abruptly and leaves.

Jo Geol looks startled; an upset Chung Myung is the last thing the disciples need. “I wonder why he’s so pissy? It’s not like he’s cared about my taste in men before!” You sigh and watch as Chung Myung slams the door on his way out.

Everyone except you knows why he’s like this. They’ve watched him steal glances, listened to him praise you after training, and noticed the special treatment he gives you. He doesn’t steal from your plate, he sneaks in booze for you and gets jealous when other disciples spend too much time with you. Jo Geol has seen this all before with other disciples. He knows for a fact that Chung Myung is in love with you and is currently jealous!

“Maybe you should go talk to him, (Y/N)?” Jo Geol suggests. The sooner you smooth things over, the sooner peace will return to Mount Hua. “Why?” “Well, something you said must’ve upset him!” “But I didn’t do anything besides praise the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!”

“Look, (Y/N), if he’s still like this tomorrow he’ll make training feel like hell on Earth. Please, smooth things over with him for all of us! We don’t want to face his wrath tomorrow!” “You’re being dramatic, but okay.” Jo Geol breathes a sigh of relief when you finally leave the dinner table.

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Knock knock knock. “Chung Myung, is anybody home?” You ask and wait. A couple of seconds pass by with no response. You knock again. “Chung Myung, can I come in? Please?” You’ve started using your gentle and sweet tone. It’s the one you use when you want him to be soft towards you. “Fine.” He opens the door and has a massive pout on his face. This grown man looks like a kicked puppy, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control you have to not giggle at him. He moves to the side, lets you enter his room, and closes the door behind you.

You look him in the eyes, and you’re ready to confront him. “What’s up with you?” “Huh?” “Your mood suddenly changed during dinner, and now I’m concerned.” “It’s nothing!” His cheeks and ears are turning red again. He looks adorable when he’s like this!

He starts to panic as you close the distance between you two. Since his face is flushed, you decide to check his temperature. His eyes go wide when you put your hand on his forehead. “What do you think you’re doing!?” “I’m just concerned about your health! Your face is red, you feel hot, and you’ve been acting weird!” “Look, I’m not sick, so back up! Please…”

His tone softened at the end, and you decide it’s high time to stop teasing him. You remove your hand and back up. “Then what’s your problem? You were obviously upset at dinner. Was it something I said?” “...” “If you won’t tell me, I’ll have to figure it out myself!” Your mind replays all of the conversations you had during that time. You guys talked about food, how hard training was today, legends and heroes… Wait, that’s it!

“You weren’t upset until I started praising him!” “W-Who!? I have no idea what you’re talking about!” “The Plum Blossom Sword Saint! You’re jealous of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!” “I am not!!” “Yes, you are!” “Am not!” His face couldn’t get any redder. This is ridiculous! Why would he be jealous of himself? “Just admit it! You’re jealous because I kept talking about how attractive he must’ve been.” “So what if I am!? What’re you gonna do if I say I’m jealous, anyway?” You pin him against the door. “Do you wanna find out?”

Chung Myung feels like he’s going to explode in any second now. When did you become so assertive? And who do you think you are, pining your senior to the door like this!? Your face inches closer to him. “Say it.” “No!” “Say it!” “Absolutely not!” “Pretty please, sahyung?” You purr into his ear. “That’s it, I’ve had enough of your shit! Why do you even care so much? Do you want me to be jealous!?” “Maybe…”

The tables turn when he trades places you. You’re caged between his arms and the door, and there’s no escaping at this point. He asks,” Why are you like this?” “Because I like it when you’re flustered. It’s cute.” Your hand raises and you softly caress his face. He grabs your hand, but instead of ripping it away, he buries his face into it. 

“You think I’m cute?” “Mhm!” You’re pleased with your progress. It seems like he’s starting to calm down now. His eyes are still furrowed, and while he looks you in your eyes, he asks,” Do you think I’m cuter than him?” “Pardon?” “Don’t make me repeat myself!” Oh, he’s so cute when he’s flustered!

“Yes, Chung Myung, I think you’re cuter than the Plum Blossom Sword Saint,” you say as you cup his face in your hands. “You’re probably stronger than him, too.” “Hah, I don’t know about that…” He rubs the back of his neck. All of these compliments are making him nervous! “I do, and I think you’re the strongest, hottest hunk Mount Hua has ever seen!” You start peppering his face with kisses. His heart feels like it could explode in any second!

His eyebrows have relaxed and now he can’t stop smiling. “You have the prettiest smile, too! Oh, and your eyes are so captivating! I could stare into them forever!” “Stop it, I’m not that handsome…” He’s rubbing the back of his neck as he sheepishly looks away. You can tell he’s nervous.

“I disagree,” You kiss his forehead, and look down at his lips. “Hey, Chung Myung…” “Hm?” “Can I kiss you here?” You ask innocently as you poke his bottom lip with your pointer finger. His heartbeat can’t go any faster; you’re going to be the death of this man! “Y-yeah…”

You grab his chin and pull him forward. Your lips meet, and when you try to pull away Chung Myung pouts. “Oh? Why’re you upset now?” “You know why!” You smile softly at him and give him a couple more kisses, but these are more drawn out than the first one. You’re both panting when you finally pull away.

“There, are you happy now?” “Maybe…” “What do I have to do to turn that into a yes?” Your response makes him feel shy, and he goes quiet while trying to figure out how to reply. You decide to take the lead. You grab his hand and lead him to the bed. “Lay down so I can coddle you,” you tell him. He obeys, and you follow suit. He lays his head on your chest, meanwhile your hand is running through his hair while the other rubs circles on his back. He feels like he’s on cloud 9.

“Are you happy now?” “Mhm…” he mumbles into your chest. You whisper under your breath,” You’re such a big baby…” “Huh!?”

-

The next morning, the disciples noticed Chung Myung was acting weird. He was happy… a bit too happy. They definitely weren’t complaining! A happy Chung Myung is better to train with than an angry and violent one. Jo Geol will have to thank you later.

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[devieuls]

The way of love pt.VII

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: slight abuse, mentions of dead people

Lenght : 5k

Notes: I’m praying that you like the series, because it’s getting closer to the end. Leave a comment to make me understand how it’s going, luv u <3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star; YAWNE Beloved; SA'NUTSYIP: Lil mama; KIFKE: World; TSMUKE: Sister

Character Cast: NEY'NARI: Your dead sister; IKEYNI: Your Mother; TSENTEY: Your Father; YÌMKXA: Your Ikran; ULEYTE: Your bestie; TUL'PEY: Your future Mate

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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Neteyam…" your hand reached his outstretched arm, which at your touch relaxed with an unimaginable speed. "I know, I don’t have to be jealous. He’s still your promised, but I’d rather not see you two like this" He sighed frustrated and then looked at your hand on him "We’re a mated couple, it takes time. I can’t say anything for sure yet, you know?" "I understand, MA Tanhi. Take all the time you need, I’m in no hurry. Not with you, not for you." he said kissing your hand.

"Neteyam, if you continue like this, I swear I'll take back everything I said and send you back where you came from." You said as you took your hand off Neteyam’s lips, seeing how a smile formed on his lips. "You’d miss me too much, Ma Tanhi," he said as he took your hand again, weaving your fingers. You whispered something he didn’t understand and his head bent to the side amused him. "What did you say?" "Nothing you can understand" You replied laughing as you continued your walk, without taking your hand off the warm and welcoming boy. "You don’t understand me now either" he said in the language called 'English', which to you Na'vi was unknown. Your confused expression made the boy laugh. "It's not fair, you understand Na'vi. I don’t know the language of demons." Your tone was slightly offended and cold. "Don’t you know it? So I could say anything without you understanding me?" His playful voice made you think he was joking with you, which is why you hit his chest with your hand. "Speak Na'vi. I don’t understand you!" Neteyam’s hand landed on your side and approached him laughing. "You're beautiful as the sunset painted with purple shades, which embraces the sky and makes the stars shine. A work of art that steals breath and enchants souls." He said, smiling softly as he brought his forehead back to yours.

"I hate you." You said offended, standing by him, then being taken back into Neteyam’s arms. "What did you say? If you have offended me I swear that you'll be the next meal of Yìmkxa." Your hissing made the boy smile more, who took the hand that was woven to his and kissed your wrist. "I said you’re as beautiful as stubborn" he replied, chuckling, getting hit by your hand again. "I’m not stupid. Does that long sentence mean 'you’re as beautiful as stubborn'?" You spent the next twenty minutes trying to understand what Neteyam was saying to you in that strange language that you didn’t know was just sweet words coming from the heart. He enjoyed seeing you angry, even if you hit him repeatedly with anger, he thought you were just raving while pouting and hurting, following you away from him. "No. Don’t follow me. I’m angry and you’re bothering me." You snorted, accelerating the pace to distance yourself from him, while he followed you laughing and gently pulling your tail to make you more nervous. "I annoy you, ma Sa'nutsyìp?" He asked, laughing and then picking you up from behind and locking you in his arms, filling you with sweet kisses all over your face, preventing you from answering.

A smile popped up on your lips and you looked at him, failing to keep your anger, softening in his arms, holding only a tender pout. "We must return to the village. I have to visit Tul'pey’s parents and talk to my mother, from what she told me we have visitors tonight," you said and then you took Neteyam’s face off your face. "Tul'pey’s parents? Ahh, I don’t like the idea" he sighed back. " But I know my mother would love you, from what my father told me, she was just like you." "Same as me? Neytiri is a warrior known in the clans of the forest, according to rumors I am not even remotely like her" Neteyam’s eyes looked softly at you while smiling, seeing that now you did not speak with contempt of his family. He was surprised when he didn’t even see a grimace on your face after mentioning his father. "Your stories are the same, she destined for a man she does not love, future Tsahik, who then met a na'vi she despised, to end up falling in love with." His warm voice first struck your heart and then your ears. "And you don’t even know how many things my father had to go through to be with my mother," he continued, laughing, starting to walk towards the village, while your eyes did not detach from his figure, strangely interested in the story he was telling.

"As you know, my father was a dream walker, not a demon like you think. He comes from a planet called Earth, came on Pandora on a mission and then met my mother. She treated him really badly, scolding him and hitting him many times. At first she wanted to kill my father. Then the months passed, my mother taught my father how to live among the Na'vi and he fell in love with this land and her. She was meant for Tsu'Tey, a great warrior of our clan, but she chose my father. Eywa welcomed my father among her children, making him also Toruk Makto, helped him defeat human demons, and blessed my parents' union with me. When I told you my father didn’t want war, I meant it. He loves Pandora and the Na'vi, he is a good person, Eywa made him reborn as true Na'vi and guided his way by giving him children and happiness." He stopped to look you in the eye. "My mother’s house was destroyed like yours, because of the war she lost her sister, her father, her Ikran and Tsu'Tey, but that didn’t stop her from being with my father. They are happy together and heal their wounds day by day. And I would like to be the person who heals your wounds. The Great Mother sent me to this clan to meet you, I know. I hope our story is similar to that of my parents, at least at the end. If you knew my father you would see that he is only a father, a husband and an Olo'eyktan who loves his people, not a demon." "I didn’t know these things…" you whispered awkwardly. "I know. But I want you to meet my family one day. Tuk would love you, she’s my little sister, she loves making friends and she would bond with you. Kiri might stay a bit apart but you would become great friends, she is like a sister to me even though she has no blood connection with me, she is very close to Eywa. You’d like Lo'ak, he’s a world-class troublemaker, he’d probably take you on one of his stunts, but he’s a good brother. My parents already adore you, as far as I know, before the great war my parents visited the clan and wished your mother health for you, you were a few years old, maybe 5." he laughed slightly "I don’t remember well, I was 6 years old at the time. But they loved you, I know because before they brought me here they told me about you. Your mother and mine are very close friends, they fought together during the war, your father is also very close to mine. is the destiny of our families to unite."

At his speech you smiled, then continued to listen to small stories about his family as you returned to the village. Were you amazed at how he talked about the disasters his siblings were doing, or how Jake Sully looked so much like your father in his ways, so much so that for a few minutes it seemed to you only a Na'vi. You even laughed at some stories about his childhood and you warmed your heart at the thought of a small neteyam who took the blame for some problems created by Lo'ak. Your face resting on his chest as he carried you in his arms without any effort, making himself known by you even on his weaknesses and fears. Those minutes were enough to make you slightly change your opinion of the Sullys, even if a part of you wanted to be wary of Neteyam’s words; but his eyes glowed like the stars at night as he spoke, a bit like his smile that left you simply enchanted. His sweet, affectionate tone let you know how sincere he was. Tul'pey, yes, loved his family but you never saw on his face the same love that Neteyam had for his family. He talked about it from time to time, preferring to avoid talking about his parents, because he often quarreled with them for nonsense, so you felt a little coldness from him in this field. But with Neteyam, with him you felt all the warmth he felt for his family, even a little nostalgia for his brothers. Unfortunately when he arrived there were only his parents and you thought he was an only child, but it was not so.

Once you arrived at the village, he laid you down gently, slightly sad to have you no longer in his arms and not to smell you while he spoke. He was happy to know that you were interested in his family, and those times that he looked away from the path and carried it on you, he noticed your focused eyes as you listened without disgust. "Ma Tanhì, I’d talk to you for hours about my family, but unfortunately we’ve arrived," he said, kissing the palm of your hand. " I’ll see you later." "Later? I’m busy until tonight, I don’t think we could see each other." You answered with a vaguely sad tone. "At the cost of seeing you just to wish you good night, I’ll see you. I don’t think I can sleep well if my Kifkey doesn’t wish me goodnight" You laughed and then softly hit his chest because of the dramatic tone he was using. "You’re so dramatic. If you were discovered, my parents would skin you alive and most likely Tul'pey would help them. I’m their only daughter, I don’t think they’d be happy to see me with an Omatikaya, especially the future Olo'eyktan." Neteyam looked at you in silence, with eyes in love, as if he didn’t care about the title or his origins at that time. "I don’t care, your pretty lips said 'yes' to me and I’ll take any risks for you" His eyes fell on your lips and he took a deep breath, then passed his hands through his hair. " Ma Eywa. Why it’s so hard not to kiss you? Go before I kidnap you and take you far away" his dramatic tone returned and you laughed, leaving a kiss on his palm before leaving.

The day passed slowly, the meeting with Tul'pey’s parents had only made you want to cancel the mating even more. They had always been two very strict and pretentious Na'vi, they had a minimum of regard for you only because you were the daughter of the Olo'eykte but it was evident that they preferred your deceased sister to you. During the conversation, there was no lack of comparison between you and your sister about how beautiful, wise and strong she was, a born leader. As if you did not know that she would be the best Olo'eykte between the two, in fact she passed her Iknimaya on the first attempt, had led groups of warriors during the Great War and was also respected by the elders, not for the blood he shared with the present Olo'eykte, but for her great successes. You tried to wear clothes that were too big, it was clear that you were the rebellious sister, the one who preferred to run away at night rather than make boring rites, the one that did not follow all the rules and was always covered by Ney'nari.

Neteyam was very similar to her, his behavior with his brothers was exactly like your sister’s with you. You always felt at fault but your parents did not blame you, rather they tried to direct you on a path closer to your heart, you were not next in line, so your being rebellious was accepted, even if often scolded. When Ney'nari died, you had to take her place, be the golden daughter, the future Olo'eykte, the one who would lead the clan. You weren’t asked if that’s what you wanted, nobody gave you more decision-making rights over your life. The elders used to say, "You’ll be a great Olo'eykte," when your sister’s body was still warm and lying in a tent to be cleaned up by your parents. Freedom had been taken from you, you could no longer be 'y/n, the rebellious daughter', you had to be 'Y/n, the future Olo'eykte". You did not even have time to mourn your sister that you had to start the path from Tsakarem and future Olo'eykte, from one day to another your life had changed radically. Ney'nari brought with her a piece of your person that now Neteyam was bringing back.

You had to hold back tears to the memory of your sister, 'the perfect', while those two spoke to you lightly, as if your wound was not yet open. You had lost your sister for five years now, everyone had passed Ney'nari’s death, but not you. You just wanted her to come back and run away, knowing that she would have your back on this too. But you couldn’t, you carried the burden that they had left on your shoulders at the age of 13. It hurt you to smile and nod when they compared you to her so easily, taking in some unpleasant jokes that only made you knots in your throat. Tul'pey sat by your side towards the end of the meeting, nodding his parents right, you didn’t blame him, you knew that in his heart your sister’s name was engraved. After the infernal hours, you could finally get out of the hut and breathe cold air, taking long breaths not to give in and cry right there.

Tul'pey’s hand landed on your shoulders and looked slightly worried. "Ma yawne, is everything okay?" he said, as if he hadn’t just witnessed your silent ordeal. "Does that sound good to you?" Maybe your tone was more sour than you wanted it to be. "Not for a second did you think about changing the subject? To get your parents to talk about something other than the differences between me and my dead sister?!" "Ma yawne, you know how they are… If they start with something it is difficult for them to change topics. If you felt uncomfortable you could-"you stopped him with a wave of your hand, carrying your cold eyes his. "I could what? They are your parents Tul'pey! Yours! They humiliated me all the time, trying to be nice just because Ikeyni is my mother and they can’t afford to offend me. They said embarrassingly that I was only important to my blood, without even saying it directly. I’ll be your future partner and you won’t even try to take my side." You abruptly removed the boy’s hand from your shoulder, backing indignantly. "You know they were fond of Ney'nari, there is no malice in their words," his voice lowered slightly, turning his face to the side so as not to look you in the eye. "Them? and I don’t? Ney'nari is my blood. My loss is deeper than yours and theirs. That’s no excuse to let your parents insult me like that." Your teeth clenched as you growled your words against Tul'pey

"You don’t know what you’re talking about. I loved your sister, and they loved Ney'nari as much as I did. It makes sense for them to compare you to her." "Logical? Because she was better than me, is that what you want me to understand Tul'pey?" You asked pushing him slightly. "She was… her. And you are you," he said with an obvious knot in his throat, as if it hurt to talk about it. "At least have the courage to tell me what you think in the face." You pushed him again, disappointed by his behavior. "Ma Yawne, she was just… better. You know she was…. But I never blamed you." Your eyes looked disgusted. "It had to be a fault to be less than my sister? right? Do you think I don’t know? I don’t feel the clan’s expectations about me? Look me in the eye when I talk to you Tul'pey te Sxyie Akwey'itan." His eyes finally met yours. "Y/n, stop it. You’re acting like a child, which is why my parents prefer you and compare you to Ney'nari, she-" your hand met his cheek with a violence you had never presented. "How dare you… HOW YOU FUCKING DARE." You said by starting to growl at him and push him back with all the strength you had in your body. " Who do you think you are to address me like this?! Childish? Do you know who you’re talking to? Do you know how much I had to work to cover her absence? And you’re so light on the subject because 'you loved her'." you said mocking him in a derogatory way. "I loved my sister. I’m the one who couldn’t shed tears on her body. I! Not you. Did you love her? Then why weren’t you there when she died! WHERE YOU WERE TUL'PEY WHILE I WAS DRAGGING MY SISTER’S DYING BODY?! Where was 'your love'." Your fiery eyes and your poisoned and sharp tongue, while the boy could only flinch at every push.

"I was always there and only ME in her darkest moments, because you were 'too hurt' or away from her. When you found out about her death, you just ran away and came back at the best moment, you didn’t love me and you didn’t love h-." The flow of words coming out of you stopped when Tul'pey’s hand hit your cheek hard, turning your face to the side. "You’re just a child, y/n. You were with her, but she died anyway. I loved Ney'nari, I loved everything about her. That’s why I agreed to mate with you, not just because Tsahik talked. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even look at you like that. That doesn’t mean you can now raise your voice and act like this. You are the future Olo'eyktan, but you still have to respect me, it is your duty to respect your mate. So now calm down." Tul'pey’s voice scratched your eardrums as you withdrew tears with all your heart so as not to make you weak in front of him. Na'vi’s body collided with yours, looking down at you. "Please, don’t make me be like this, not with you." he said harshly as he lifted up your face with strength, taking you from your jaw. You spit in his face and then growl, pulling away from him. "Don’t you ever touch me again. Or I swear to Eywa it will be the last thing you do with both hands attached to your body." You spit on the ground before you turn around and take long breaths. Tul'pey looked at you and then wiped his face and punched a tree.

You arrived home after half an hour of taking to release the tension accumulated in your body, you let some tears turn your face while nobody looked at you, taking long breaths. Before entering the hut you settled in in the best way, making sure you didn’t have shiny eyes or signs that could betray the fake smile you would flaunt to your parents, hoping you could deceive their eyes. Once inside you saw too many heads of unknown shoulders, sitting on the carpet and unfamiliar voices exchanging words, you could only distinguish Neteyam because of the perfume that was stored in your nose. Your parents turned and smiled and welcomed you into the middle of that little big circle, you distinguished Jake Sully and Neytiri, which made you accidentally stand at attention. "Ma Neytiri, she’s Y/n. When you arrived I didn’t get to introduce you properly." your mother’s voice was sweet and friendly, while the other Na'vi’s smile seemed strangely comforting as she carried a hand to her forehead and then pointed at you, a gesture you reluctantly reciprocated. "Ma Eywa… now that I see her, she’s become a beautiful young woman. I still remember when she couldn’t even stand up" she said and then laid her hands on your face gently. His touch was similar to that of Neteyam, sweet and attentive, as if she didn’t want to cause you any pain. "Thank you, Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite" Your tone was slightly low, almost blown as you waited for her to take her hands off your face. What she did once she saw your reluctance.

You looked for the eyes of Neteyam that immediately gave you a sense of comfort and security, as if it spurred you to approach Neytiri. You knew he had a stronger connection to her than he did to Jake, and on the one hand he reassured you that he was closer to an original Na'vi. "Ma syulang, only Neytiri. Your mother is a sister to me, no need to be so formal" her eyes were kind as they looked at you, they seemed sincere, but when you looked away and met the eyes of Toruk Makto, a shiver ran through your back. "Ma Jake, you make her uncomfortable when you look at her like that." the woman continued, following your gaze and gently scolding her partner. He greeted you in the same way that Neytiri did just before, and before you reciprocated you had to swallow and once again look for the look of Neteyam, who once again encouraged you in silence to let go. You held your breath and then returned the greeting "Excuse me, I didn’t mean to make the future Olo'eykte uncomfortable" now that he was speaking awkwardly in Na'vi and smiling at you in embarrassment you could start breathing again. You looked at him without feeling disgust or fear, nodding timidly before answering. "There’s no need for Toruk Makto to apologize to me," you whispered slightly embarrassed, while Neytiri watched his partner as if to force him to say something. It made you smile at the resemblance to Neteyam who was doing the same to you. "Jake is ok, call me Jake," he said, looking away and taking him to little Na'vi who was sitting on Neteyam’s lap. "Sorry my husband, he is awkward when he has to talk to the young Na'vi" Neytiri’s voice reassured you, making you nod slightly.

In the first hour there were some discussions between adults, about clans and everyday life, normal talks between friends. You were still reluctant to talk to Jake and preferred to answer Neytiri and her questions about your life; while a game of looks began and continued between you and Neteyam, as if you two could only understand with your eyes. You could see that from time to time a Na'vi like Neteyam, but with five fingers, hit him slightly and seemed to tease him. "Ma Tsmuke, you remember when we wanted Neteyam and y/n to be a mated couple?" Your mother said laughing as Neytiri followed her laugh and nodded. You instinctively blushed, choking on the water you were drinking, looking away from Neteyam to bring it to your mother, embarrassed by those words. "Ma Ikeyni, how to forget. She would have been a perfect Tsahik for Neteyam. Too bad the winds have changed" Neytiri admitted, remembering when you and Neteyam were so young that you didn’t even remember your mothers' wishes. You could feel the boy’s look on you, imagining he was smiling amused by the situation. "I… I’m going to get more Spartan fruit," you said noting that the tray was finished. "Neteyam, please go with her, to bring drink too," said your mother, looking at the boy who promptly nodded and followed you out of the hut.

You stood in silence as you walked toward him in the great hut that served as a storehouse for village food. Neteyam followed you inside and once you closed the curtain, you blushed feeling his warm hands on your hips behind you, only to feel his lips leaving small kisses on your neck. "Neteyam…" you whispered laughing, putting your hands on his. " Come on, stop. This is a common hut, anyone could come in…" you bit your lip, hearing a small groan from Neteyam. "I’m just letting you relax, you’re so tense, ma Tanhi. What’s going on?" His sweet voice made you shiver down your spine, because of his hot breath colliding on your skin. His hands held you still attached to his body, while he continued with the sweet kisses that made you relax slightly. "Hmm, nothing 'Teyam… just a little stress" you whispered back, feeling his smile against your skin. "I like 'Teyam, call me that more often like this, ma Tanhi" You turned around and found yourself face to face with Neteyam. "Why stress? you were fine before I let you go away." one of his hands moved between your hair, stroking the soft braids. "Heavy meeting with Tul'pey’s parents, nothing special." Your eyes met and he smiled softly, most likely he understood that there was something you were not telling him, but he respected your choice without making you weigh anything.

"Then… It’s a sign that you got along with my mother and a little with my father" You rolled your eyes, making him laugh as he laid his hands on your face and his tail wrapped around your leg. "Your father speaks Na'vi in a strange way, he makes a lot of mistakes and I don’t understand when he speaks that strange language" you replied, making him laugh. "He does his best to make himself understood. If you need an interpreter I’ll sit next to you and translate what you don’t understand" His tone was now slightly mischievous and led you to hit his forehead. "No, I don’t need to understand the language of the d-" you unknowingly stopped to correct "humans" Neteyam moved his hands over your neck while biting his lip, noticing that you no longer used "Demons" to describe his father and his language.

Minutes passed and you found yourself inexplicably sitting on one of the wooden tables of the hut, with Neteyam standing between your legs as you kissed with ardor. His hands fondling and longingly touching your skin, while his tail tickled your leg slowly, making you arch your back against his chest. Your hands between his braids, panting between his lips as you prayed that one of his hands would fall between your legs. Neteyam’s lips fell down your neck, leaving more kisses, refraining from leaving marks that would have sparked unwanted attention for now. You bit your lip while he kept touching you and coming down to your collarbones. Now his fingers were digging into your back, holding you close to him as he felt hard because of your wheezing that hit his ears and made his heart pump blood directly between his legs. His erection pressed against your groin, creating little thrills of pleasure that made you want to hear more.

"Oh. Ma. Eywa. Neteyam?! Y/n?!" The voice of the one you recognized as Lo'ak's had led Neteyam to break away from you, while you blushed down from the table and rearranged yourself as best you could. The boy in front of you looked at you with shock and fun, pointing his finger at each other. "It’s not what it seems!" you said embarrassed and then senitre lo'ak laugh and clap. "To me it looks exactly as it seems" Your eyes sought Neteyam’s help, noticing that he was laughing with his brother. You hit him on the arm trying not to bury yourself in shame. "I now understand those scratches and hickeys," the boy continued. "How fortunate that I came, Tsentey was coming for you." Lo'ak continued to laugh, almost to the point of crying. "Oh ma Eywa, i cant't! And our parents, who were worried about you, thought that something had happened to you, but you two were just-" Neteyam blocked him by closing his mouth before he could say something that made you even more uncomfortable, dragging him out of the hut while you collected the supplies you had come for.

"Not a word with Mother or Father. Not a word," Neteyam said, looking at Lo'ak who continued to laugh amused by the situation. "Now I understand why you said 'you are still learning here', with a teacher like y/n I would also be a perennial student" Neteyam’s hand hit the back of Lo'ak’s head. " Bro, with all the girls in the village you pulled the chief’s daughter, who's also the future Olo'eykte and is already mated. This shit is worse than anything I’ve done in 18 years." Lo'ak continued, looking at his older brother. "I know, I know. But it happened, okay?" Neteyam replied, passing a hand through his hair, understanding what Lo'ak meant by that look. "Does she know?" Lo'ak’s tone became serious for a moment. "No, not yet. I’ll tell her about that when the time comes. " "Our father will skin you alive,bro" said the youngest. " Probably…" The conversation turned to the end.

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I WANT YOU IN THE MOST UNROMANTIC WAY. . . ! — ( DILUC RAGNVINDR. )

#. synopsis! — the reader travels with diluc to a high class gathering in fontaine, only to find that diluc doesn't take kindly to the men there who look at her the way he feels only he himself should .

#. contains! — explicitly nsfw content , established romantic relationship , jealous!diluc , cum swallowing , deep throating , oral sex , cunnilingus , vaginal fingering , slight choking , pet-names (diluc calls the reader kitten) , missionary position , dirty talk .

#. word count! — 5.0k .

Though Diluc seems to be calm, cool, and collected on the outside, he’s seething on the inside. This gathering has attracted men not unlike vultures, —opportunistic scum just waiting for their moment to sweep in and strike. You haven’t seemed to notice, but they’ve been eyeing you down all night like predators on the prowl for fresh prey: and it’s pissing your lover off in a way he’s never experienced before.

He stares at you from across the room, free fist clenching hard enough to hurt as he watches you smile, so painfully oblivious to all those around you that would do just about anything to have you wrapped up in their sheets come morning. It’s times like these when Diluc wishes he were more overt about the nature of your relationship to him. You’ve been together for a little over a year by now, but it’s easy not to know on account of Diluc’s more reserved personality.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he cuts in, startling you a bit when his hand finds its way to the small of your back unannounced.

His tone is facetious, letting everyone know that he is, in fact, not the slightest bit sorry to be cutting in. Moreover, he’s proud to be doing so.

“I’m sure the conversation over here must be riveting, but we’ve got plans to attend to,” he continues on, words dripping with smug satisfaction, —because he knows they can’t have you and that you don’t want them.

Not when you have him around.

“So I’m afraid I’ll have to steal her away now.”

Nobody dares step out of line. It would be career suicide to get on Diluc’s bad side if you’re looking to emerge in the wine industry of Teyvat, the one your hard-working boyfriend dominates an unbelievable proportion of. It’s thanks to that prestige that you were even invited to this event in the first place: a high class social gathering for wine manufacturers and enjoyers alike to come together and share information.

To put it bluntly, Diluc was only there to save face and spread the word of his late father’s business. He couldn’t care less for anyone in attendance, excluding you alone, and although traveling to Fontaine was an exciting prospect in the beginning, he’s starting to wish that the two of you were back home. . . Alone.

After pulling you away from the small group, Diluc says nothing on the way upstairs to your room. You can sense he’s not in the best of moods from his body language, —and from the way his fingers are locked around your wrist tighter than they normally would be. It’s snug, but not painful. A part of you wants to tug on the back of his dress coat, stop him in his tracks along these beautiful stairs and ask him what exactly has him so ticked off. . . But you quickly decide against that, knowing it would be better to wait until you reach the assumed final destination and are offered some peace and quiet away from all the downstairs chatter and gossip.

You pause when the door shuts behind the two of you and Diluc’s hand drops away from your wrist. By no means are you afraid of him, but you know he can be a little touchy when he’s upset, and you’d rather not stoke that fire.

“. . . Diluc?” You finally speak up in an inquisitive tone.

His back is facing you, broad shoulders lined by an expensive black overcoat. He sheds it like it’s worthless, letting the white undershirt spring free. The dress coat falls to the floor, crumpling in on itself now that Diluc isn’t dawning it any longer. The finer details of his well-built body are on fuller display now, —only covered by the much thinner fabric of the undershirt. His muscles stand out beautifully, and you have to pry your eyes away to keep yourself from staring.

“I hope I ruined their nights,” he says, venomously so.

Your eyes widen a bit in surprise.

“Huh?” Is the only thing you can say in return.

“I hope I destroyed their nights when I took you away from them like that,” Diluc repeats the sentiment, no less harsh the second time around.

He turns to you, crimson eyes swimming with an equal balance of frustration and desire, —desire to claim and be claimed in turn. To be yours as you are his.

“I loved seeing their faces drop when I came along and pulled you in,” he continues, striding toward you until one of those muscular arms has risen from the place at his side to the wall just behind you, caging you in halfway. “They looked pathetic. Like petulant little children that just had their toys stolen away.”

“I-I’m not sure I really understand,” you admit, at the risk of sounding oblivious.

He doesn’t miss a beat in elaborating.

“They were trying so hard to reel you in, —thinking they could pull you so easily. Like you were just some silly little kitten with nowhere to turn, so you’d snuggle up to them as if you were desperate enough for their warmth,” Diluc spits.

It’s by no means you he’s annoyed with. On the contrary, he’s glad all the men down there were doing such a piss poor job of flirting that you hadn’t even taken notice of their advances. Or maybe you had, and you just hadn’t cared enough to even let them down gently. . . The thought of it stirs something dangerous inside of him, —something that he wants to toy around with for a while, just to see if you’d like it.

“I can only imagine how jealous they’d be if they could see you now,” Diluc carries on, his other hand coming up to tear the tie off his neck in record time. “Think about it; all their mouths gaping open a little, not good for a damn thing but catching insects while mine’s all yours.”

His black tie hits the ground too.

You swallow as his face gets closer to your own, heart throbbing in the cavern of your chest. This side of him is new, and wholly unfamiliar, but it’s also. . . Exciting.

“What’re you waiting for?” Diluc asks, his lips barely ghosting yours in a soft, almost-there kind of touch.

His palm is still flat against the wall behind you where your back is pressed now, shoulders and head dipping down to meet you somewhere in the middle. Under any other circumstances with any other person, this would likely be a horrifying situation; but with Diluc, it sets your veins ablaze and leaves your mind reeling, wondering about and expectantly waiting for whatever’s gonna happen next.

“If you want a kiss,” he says, “all you’ve gotta do is take it.”

Ah.

That’s all you need to hear to take the initiative, pressing your lips to his. Your mind is a little foggy already, but you’re perfectly coherent; basking in every move he makes for your pleasure and delight. Diluc’s free hand curves to match the flexure of your hip, holding you steady as he takes your mouth for a ride. He takes pride in the way you gasp ever so softly when his tongue finds its way into your mouth, —raking itself over your teeth.

He lives for the way you do your best to keep up, following his movements to the very best of your ability, letting him take the lead for now. Diluc lets that caged beast inside him run rampant tonight, just to remind himself that you love him, and that you love to be loved by him. Your entire body heats up from the inside out as his hand travels along the map of your body, from your side to your chest, pausing to grab a handful of your breast. He gropes at the flesh there through the fabric of your little black dress, the one that matched his suit so nicely. . . Still, you have a sneaking suspicion it won’t be very wearable for a while if Diluc has any say in the matter. 

And he most certainly will.

He tears his lips away from yours in an instant the moment his hand encircles your neck, thumb pushing down on the column when you swallow reflexively. You’re at his mercy, and fuck does it feel good. Your gaze is already glossed over, blissed out from just the kissing alone. Certainly it can’t be your fault he’s so intoxicating, from the way he smells of that fancy cologne Kaeya bought him last year on his birthday with just a hint of sweat, to the way his lips curve up as he looks down on you, —so proud of the mess he’s made of you in such a short period of time.

“You like this, hm?” Diluc hums, moving closer just to whisper in your ear.

His breath hits the shell of it, sending a shiver down your spine.

“They were right about something though, I must admit,” the redhead mumbles, grip tightening on your throat just a little.

If he keeps this up, you’ll be left with marks; but you’re not certain you’d mind. The thought of it turns you on even more, honestly.

“You really are just a silly little kitten.”

His voice is thick with intent, but he snickers nonetheless. Your legs get a little weaker under his touch. He turns the switch for a moment, playing it sweet as his hands travel down your arms, tapping along the sleeves of your dress. He plays with your fingers almost absentmindedly while you gaze up at his handsome face; so close to yours that you’re tempted to go back in for his lips. Just when you’ve decided to do just that, however, he pins both of your hands above your head and smirks at the way you bite down on your lip.

“Just a silly little kitten with nowhere to run from the big, bad wolf,” Diluc says.

“I don’t think running would be very much fun,” you reply, a coy smile gracing that mouth that Diluc can’t seem to keep his eyes off tonight.

He laughs.

“Right you are,” he answers tentatively, murmuring the words below his breath, “so how about we just have some fun instead?”

Worried your voice might give way under the building pressure, you simply nod your head in response. Diluc holds your arms in place for a few seconds more before laying off and taking a step back.

“C’mere,” he prompts, and you do as he says, slinking to your knees between his thighs when he sits down on the edge of the bed.

His fingers smoothe over the crown of your head.

“Put that pretty little mouth to good use for me, yeah?” Diluc requests.

He looks so good like this, —dress pants pulled down to the middle of his thighs, semi-hard length in your hand as he watches you expectantly, unbuttoning that white undershirt with somehow still nimble fingers so he can let it hang off one shoulder messily. He’s an angel with the fervor of a demon straight from the fiery pits of Hell, and he’s all yours.

You slick his cock up with your spit, changing pressure to offer him some friction as you spread your saliva along his length. The crimson of his irises swims with desire, pulling you in and refusing to let you go. For all you care, you can drown in it. Diluc sighs softly when you take him into your mouth, fingers grasping for whatever strands of your hair he can get his hands on. You know how he likes it, gradual, building, —soft and steady before you divulge into the calamity of it all and choke on him until you’re not sure you can take it any longer.

“Fuck,” he groans, jaw clenching as he closes his eyes, focusing only on you and the magic you’re working around him with your tongue, “that’s it, baby.”

He’s long past the point of no return now, —not that Diluc is looking to go back anytime soon. Whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever it is that you desire, you can count on it from him just as soon as you let him bust down the back of your throat. Feel that twitch against the roof of your mouth and hum softly around the cock stuffed inside your maw and he’s down bad for the long haul.

The first time you take him all the way in, he fists a handful of your hair and holds you there. You still your breath and listen to the hitch in his breathing, pride swelling up inside as lust pools in the pit of your stomach.

He could cum right then and there feeling the way your throat contracts around him. Diluc is practically seeing stars when you slink your way back up to the tip, his grip releasing gradually enough for you to do so. You sneak in a quick, deep breath before going all in, pumping him with your mouth as fast and deep as you can manage. By now, the ache in your jaw has long set in, and compared to the distinct sounds of Diluc’s desperate grunts and moans above you, the pain feels like a distant notion you’ve only experienced in another life. It’s a background hum, drowned out by the way Diluc claws at your scalp and bucks up into your willing mouth every ten seconds or so.

You’re gagging on him by the time it’s nearly over, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth. Such a sloppy scene playing out between his thighs, and Diluc is relishing every second of it. You let him use your mouth as he sees fit for the time being, like a toy for his pleasure and enjoyment. He takes full advantage of that privilege. His mouth drops open when he feels himself twitch, body pretty far gone while his mind is still chasing after it all. Diluc holds your head in place, depositing thick, hot strips of cum directly down your pretty little throat. He’s still shaking by the time he releases the pressure from the back of your head, allowing you to pull off and swallow down whatever’s left properly.

Before you have the chance to wipe the spit from your face, he’s moving past his first orgasm of the night to pull you up, offering some sloppy kisses as a thank you for the service you’d provided. He switches positions with you in a heartbeat, keen on pleasing his lover just as you have him.

“I can’t blame them,” Diluc begins, still a little breathless from the high, “those men down there, they weren’t blind. Stupid maybe, but women like you can have that affect on men like them. Men like me.”

He peppers kisses along the insides of your thighs, his index finger teasing your slit through your panties in long, deliberate lines.

“But they just can’t have you, unfortunately for them,” he continues on, nipping at your flesh playfully. “I’m sure they’ll go to bed alone tonight and wonder what it would be like to have you here, just like this, with your pretty little legs spread so they could taste you, make you squirm. . .”

His fingers hook around the sides of your panties, and you lift your hips a little to make the removal process easier. The fabric of your dress is bunched up around your midsection, giving Diluc access to exactly what he wants.

“They’ll probably fuck their hands to the thought of you, cum all over the bedsheets while they think about the way you’d sound when you moan,” he smoothes a finger inside, slipping past with ease on account of how wet he’s gotten you thus far.

You place a shaky hand over your lips, stifling the little yelp that tries to burst past into the electrified air.

“But you’re not theirs,” Diluc clicks his tongue in disapproval. “And all of that. . . That’s my job.”

And he’s fucking good at it. By now, Diluc is an expert in all things you, and he splits you open with his tongue, lapping at your clit right off the bat. The flat of his tongue hits that back arching spot again and again, leaving you to choke on moans above him. Three fingers pressed flat to your lips do a decent enough job of keeping you relatively quiet, but Diluc knows you’re enjoying yourself from the way you’re clenching on the finger he has buried in your snatch, slowly and deliberately fucking it in and out.

“I almost wish they were here to watch,” Diluc comments offhandedly, his mouth pulling away from your pussy for just long enough to say those words and press a second finger inside you.

His digits are slick with your arousal, and he prods at your insides roughly for a moment before easing the motions up again and returning his tongue to you. The full flat of his tongue runs along your slit, barely pushing past the lips. The intermediate teasing has your insides double knotting, twisting in on themselves with desire. When his mouth suctions around your clit, your head falls back and your hand moves quickly to fully grasp at the bottom half of your face, forcing yourself into muffled silence.

Your other hand grasps for the blanket on the bed, undoubtedly expensive and deep, navy blue in color. Your fingers curl up around it, pressing the material into the flat of your palm. His words ring out in your mind, —finally pushing through enough to fully register despite the haze and the brain-melting pressure. Under normal pretenses, it would be embarrassing for you to imagine a man other than Diluc looking at you with lust in their eyes, inner beasts clawing at their cages, begging for a taste. . .

It’s just the thought of it, is all, that turns you on like this. The idea of the ones who got your lover so worked up in the first place watching from somewhere, but fully unable to touch you, knowing that if they made even the slightest move to do so, Diluc would have their heads on a platter. The idea of those very same men that had apparently been eyeing you down like fresh prey all night watching you from the sidelines, —watching Diluc bliss you out with his tongue and his fingers, jealousy burning them up inside.

When the tips of his fingers brush just the right spot buried deep inside you, you lose sight of the world for a moment. The tension in your muscles pulls them taut like the strings of some instrument you've never learned how to play, but apparently Diluc knows how to strum away on it like a lifelong musician.

"I can feel how close you are," he mumbles against you, the vibrations from his voice only adding more of a reason for your toes to curl inward until your feet begin to ache from the pressure.

And then he goes faster. Fast enough to send your entire nervous system into hyperdrive. The hand that was previously clasped around your chin, pressing hard against your mouth in order to nullify the moans begging for release, now falls to the wayside, grasping for the blanket in a fruitless attempt to soothe the cells inside your body that feel as if they’re on fire, burning red hot.

A slew of curse words fall from your lips, and Diluc muses on the way that dirty words slip so naturally from such a pretty little mouth when he’s got you right where he wants you. He likes the way he corrupts you, —presses all the buttons you have, both good and bad.

“I really fucking wish they were all standing right over there, watching you clench around my fingers,” he rambles like they’re the last words he’ll ever have the chance to say. 

The fact that they’re even coherent is a goddamn miracle.

Between his words, he’s lapping at your heat like a man starved, sloppy enough to hear the sounds he’s making over the buzz in your veins.

“I wish they could see what they’ll never, ever fucking have, and feel the rage that builds up inside when they realize just how fucking happy you are to have my tongue all over your needy little cunt.”

His words are all but lost on you as you gasp for breath, chest heaving as an orgasm tingles just underneath your skin, ebbing with the flow of his two fingers inside you and his mouth that’s suctioned on you like he’s drinking divine nectar. Your breathing is erratic, but his motions are all too rhythic, never giving you a break from the pleasure that has your body shaking, wracking from the pleasure.

Diluc wants it, —wants to feel you clench around him, wants to hear the way the moans break in the back of your well-fucked throat that’s likely still teeming with the taste of him. He wants to watch your chest heave as you struggle to catch your breath, running on adrenaline as you discard the rest of your clothing and grasp for him, —the only man that can put you up so high and hold you so close when it all wears off and your body goes limp.

He gets such twisted satisfaction in knowing that you don’t want anyone else. That you’d never dream of letting someone else fuck you senseless, get you cum-drunk until you’re raw between your shaking legs.

Your thighs squeeze against the sides of his head, keeping him in place as your orgasm explodes, insides throbbing with need, want, and desire. Whatever he’s been giving you, it was good, —it left you seeing stars behind your eyelids,— but it just wasn’t enough. You knew you wouldn’t find true satisfaction until he was buried inside you, whispering filthy things in your ear, telling you how pretty you look when you’re speared on him, eyes glazed over and logical mind somewhere far away.

Your fingers thread through his hair, skin tone in perfect contrast to the fiery red of his locks. He loves the way you tug on the handful of strands you manage to get a solid grasp on in the midst of your ecstasy. The pain is nice, just enough to temper the beast that lurks within him. As you find yourself coming down, you gradually release him from in between your legs, but like the true gentleman he’s always been at heart, he presses a few random kisses to your thighs before standing up to shed the rest of his clothes.

You can’t help but stare when he tugs that undershirt off. Everything about him is hot, from the brush of his fingertips to the element he wields on account of his vision.

The moment he’s naked, his hands are on you, feeling you up again like you’re heaven’s own landscape in a person. He kisses you like he’s thirsting for it, so hard that it’s bruising.

“That’s my silly little kitten,” he mumbles into your mouth, hands squeezing at whatever flesh along your chest he can grip as his fingers blindly fumble about your body.

“I want this off,” he adds, tugging at your dress, “and I want it off now.”

He tears it off you like a carnivore ripping flesh from a bone, doing away with your bra in the process. Clothes are scattered about the floor of the hotel room, creating a little trail that leads straight to the bed. If you weren’t so caught up in everything else, you just might have joked about it.

Although he’d already cum once before, shooting that load down your throat, Diluc is hard and the tip of his cock is a bright reddish-purple from all the blood that’s rushed in his groin. The hum of your own orgasm still lingers, but you’re keen on moving along quickly for the satisfaction of you both. With all that foreplay, he has no trouble sliding in and bottoming out just moments after he lines himself up with your sopping entrance. He muses on the way your body so readily accepts him, as if every part of you were just calling out to him, begging him to drill you into the sheets. Diluc obliges, knowing well and full that he’s in no position to be denying you the pleasure you’re rightfully owed.

He’s buried inside you as far as he can go, hard cock gripped by your walls. Allowing you a few moments of adjustment just in case, his mouth parts from your lips and attaches to one of your nipples, rolling it around on his tongue to perk it up before turning his attention to the other and doing the same. Your lip is caught between your teeth now that it’s not pressed against his, and Diluc gently pulls his length out most of the way, leaving only the head and about half an inch of his thick shaft inside.

And then he slams back in, hips snapping forward so quickly that you don’t have the time to prepare yourself. A yelp escapes you, making Diluc smirk in turn. He’s hard pressed to imagine there’s anything else in the world he likes more than hearing you moan while he plows into you, getting lost in the way you clench around him with every thrust.

“So fucking pretty,” he compliments breathlessly, chasing another high inside you.

You could say roughly the same thing to him if you had half the mind to do so, but you’re so burnt out that it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the way he’s fucking himself into you, —hard and fast. Almost animalistic, as if he’s returned to a far more primal state of evolution and is acting on nothing more than instincts alone.

Still, you passively acknowledge that he looks almost too good to be true like this, hair falling messily in his face as it threatens to fully fall from the low ponytail he has at the back, muscles flexing with every move he makes, working under that fine layer of ivory skin that you just want to mark up under any circumstances imaginable.

After all, it’s not just Diluc that gets off on the thought of possessing you. Knowing that he’d never dare to search for this pleasure in anyone else is exhilarating, and it gives you a sense of pride. Out of everyone in the world who’s ever yearned for him, —all those pretty young women in Mondstadt that stared at him with hearts in their eyes,— you’d outpaced them all. He didn’t choose any of them. He chose you.

“This feel good?” Diluc questions from above, pressing your legs apart a bit more to give himself wider access to your core.

“Y-Yeah,” you confirm, teeth gritting together as your blood begins to pump a little faster.

“I love you like this,” he breathes out, voice unsteady.

No matter what he does, you’re mesmerized by him. He puts the stars in your sky and imprints them upon your eyelids when he pounds you out so good that you start seeing them when your eyes roll back in your skull. He feels like your body is trying to milk him for everything he’s worth, and thus far, it’s working like a charm. Warmth pools in the pit of his stomach, a warning sign for what’s to come if he keeps this up.

He takes your hands, hips never once faltering in their faced paced rhythm as he pins your wrists down against your sternum, steadying himself with you in the process. You’re a mess of whines and moans beneath him, completely and utterly at his mercy. He’s relentless when it comes to pleasure, pushing past every bit of hesitance you could ever manage to muster up, instead replacing it with lust, —the kind that burns hot to the touch.

Diluc gets so much smug satisfaction from the idea that those men who’d been flirting with you downstairs at the gathering would be absolutely eaten up with jealousy if they could see you now, slurring his name in your hazy state as he pumps himself in and out of you, cock slick and shining with your arousal. He knows they’d give the world to be him, —to have you the way he has you right now.

When it comes to you, he loses himself. He loves you so deeply, but seeks to ravage you. Diluc wants to love you, care for you, keep you safe. . . But he also wants to tear you to shreds, wants to sharpen his teeth and sink them right into that pretty neck of yours. He wants to leave you sobbing, overwhelmed by the pressure and the pleasure, wants to absolutely devour you.

He’s not much unlike those men in that retrospect. Sometimes, he also eyes you like prey, —prey that’s his for the taking.

His skin slaps against yours, stinging softly in the wake of his movements.

You’re certain he’s touched every inch of your insides, brushed against every organ in your body, and you’re so  far past overstimulated that you’re not even sure that word alone is good enough to describe it. Everything feels good to you, even the dull ache that’s finally registered from the pressure of Diluc pinning your hands to your sternum.

“I-I fucking—” you start, but a harsh moan breaks your sentence apart, and you lose track of those words written on the tip of your tongue.

Diluc steals them when he changes his angle, pressing his body to yours and capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. His fingers find their way to your clit, doubling your stimulation to send you tumbling off the edge. When you cum around him, he swallows down some desperate moans and lets your body do the rest of the work. He spills inside you, thick, warm, and sticky. His cock is still buried in you a minute or so later, the both of you panting, trying to regain any sliver of composure.

He turns his head to the side, pressing his lips to your temple.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, and you can feel the lazy smile clinging to his lips.

A grin pulls at the corners of your mouth.

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[vcidgalpin]

But I don’t like a gold rush

Tyler Galpin x Reader (Wednesday)

Warnings: Bit of angst but mostly fluff, teasing, jealousy, self-hatred/doubt, not beta read

Based on the song ‘Gold rush’ by Taylor Swift; Y/N sees Tyler as this perfect man, who she wants all to herself. But of course, there’s no way someone so beautiful and kind would choose her. A conversation about a certain other girl causes this sinking feeling to bubble up to the surface.

Tyler Galpin may just be the most beautiful person Y/N has ever seen in her life. And not just because of the golden locks that curl perfectly atop his head, or the long golden lashes that flutter everytime he gets flustered, with a complimentary rose blush painting his cheeks. The real hard hitter his that this golden boy also dons a heart of gold too. To Y/N, this barista is just pure gold. One thing about gold is that you can’t take your eyes off of it, the way it glitters at the slightest sprinkle of light. Unfortunately for her, that means that many others see Tyler in the same way as her. The nagging of her brain calling out ‘everybody wants him’ is something too loud for her to keep drowning out, especially since the arrival of Wednesday Addams.

To Y/N, Wednesday has always been an enigma - a tough one to crack. It makes sense why people instantly seemed to take interest in uncovering what’s underneath the pale skin and dead gazes. Which is why Y/N didn’t think it would be that much of a punch to her gut as it was when Tyler started bringing the girl up in conversations the two had, sitting in their booth at the weathervane.

“Hey, do you know much about that Wednesday girl? She goes to Nevermore with you right?” Tyler asks softly, between quiet sips of his latte. Y/N has to clear her throat after being thrown so off guard at this sudden inquery.

“All I know is that she has a lot of eyes on her right now. Apparently killed a couple kids at her last school or something? I don’t know, but she certainly has a spotlight on her,” Y/N replies, shrugging to emphasize that this isn’t exactly what she had in mind for a conversation topic today.

“I see why. She has an interesting air about her,” Tyler seems to trail off. Y/N takes this bout of silence to admire the boy across the booth. Veiny hands gripping the medium coffee cup - well, it looks more like a small when his hands are holding it. Slight pink on his nose tip, like he’s frostbitten and has entered this café for some shelter. All she can think is ‘what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?’, when Tyler starts to ramble on again, “I mean, I’ve seen her around here with that Xavier guy a couple of times. He’s clearly setting his sights on her. I mean, is that guy trying to get at me or something, it’s like - he sits right in my eyeline and steals glances at me before throwing a weird taunting smile and looking back to Wednesday,”

“God, you sound like a jealous boyfriend or something!” Y/N snaps. A red flush crawls up her neck and face, instantly sitting in a regretful and shocked (on Tyler’s end) silence. Her fists, that she didn’t even know she was clenching, relax and her face wears a mortified expression, “Fuck, I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean… What I meant was-“

“You know… That seems a little hypocritical of you Y/N,” Tyler says, in an unreadable voice. If Y/N wasn’t trying to sink into a pit in the floor, she would see a tugging at the corner of the boy’s lips. As she processes the words her mind starts to race,

“What? The hell does that mean?” Her words seemed as though she wanted them to be delivered with bite, but - as if her outburst has drained all the energy from her body - all she could muster was a quiet mumble.

“It means,” Tyler’s hand reaches over to push up Y/N’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet, his face leaning in closer. His hand and breath both feel warm on her skin, probably due to his choice of drink. “That I think you’re jealous of Wednesday. Is that right, Sweetheart?”

Fuck.

Full body chills go through her like the bite of Winter’s cold air. She can’t even think about answering that question when he calls her such a name.

‘Sweetheart’.

Now his smirk has grown to a full teasing smile, and Y/N knows that he can read her like a book. “Hm? I believe I asked you a question?” He pushes again. ‘As if you need the answer when you can see damn well how you’ve made me.’

“What’s the point, when you’ve made it clear I’ll never be your choice Tyler? Why would I be when you have everyone’s attention all the time and I am just a shade of gray - in the background of this shitty town, of everyone’s life” Her voice wobbles as tears prick her eyes, threatening to fall. Tyler’s smile falls as she talks, his whole face soft and his hand adjusts, cupping the side of her face instead of her chin.

“Why would you think such a thing? You mean the world to me, and to everyone in your life. That whole thing about just being a shade of gray? Y/N, how can you not see that you are golden,” Tyler’s voice a mere whisper, as soft as snow - comforting, calm.

“I love you, Y/N. I kept telling myself I shouldn’t, because you are pure light, and I don’t deserve someone like that, when all my life I’ve been putting on this front of being kind and happy. You’re the only one who ever sees that everything is so much worse under the surface, and don’t run from it. I don’t deserve you,”

“Tyler. You are literally describing me the way that I would describe you. You are pure gold. And the fact that you can’t see that is just insane. I love you so much. Just because you’ve been through bad things, doesn’t make you a bad person. And the fact that you are always there for people, with a comforting smile or embrace, even with all of the pent up emotions you feel, that just makes you even better than simply ‘good’ either. You’re amazing, Ty,”

The boy’s eyes glitter in awe, mouth agape and face burning. He pulls himself out of his frozen state to pull Y/N forward across the table to meet his lips, knocking over what’s left of his coffee, but he’s too focused on kissing her to care. It’s full of love, and warmth, and everything one could dream of. Passionate but soft, Tyler no longer cares for his surroundings, everything is just this girl - the girl he loves. Pulling away after a good while, he finally regains his other senses, hearing the dinging of the bell from the counter.

“Tyler, would you stop with the gross PDA and actually get back to work? Your break finished like 5 minutes ago and I am not dealing with all the Nevermore students that will soon be flooding in for their usuals. I do not get paid enough to deal with the Friday rush,” A groaning voice of a barista Y/N barely recognizes calls out in annoyance. “And clean that drink you just tipped everywhere please?”

“Yeah yeah Becca, one second,” Tyler replies before turning back to plant one more quick kiss on Y/N’s lips. “Me and you, 8’oclock, I’ll pick you up outside the gates. Oh and by the way, jealousy is adorable on you,” He winks, laughing as he slides out of his seat and onto his feet.

“Can’t say the same for you. I like you better when your eyes are on me, Sweetheart”

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin fluff

[ladyelissarose]

‘The New Girl’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Koko (black reader :)

Warnings; much fluff, Jake always being such a cutie and boss man and Bob loving on his Koko every day more!!

Summary; So far the only aviators, Bob and Hangman, know Koko. But what happens when curious eyes from the dagger squad catch her bold self amongst their used to be ‘shy little Bob’? What will Jake say to defend the rumors?

Loud music blared in the Hard Deck, cheers over winning games and laughter over silly jokes filled around the corners and the ears of happy people. Koko and Bob currently found themselves amongst the noise as they chatted about their last exciting event at the Pride Parade. Koko had remembered how happy her both best men were, sharing something they all had together and the smiles they wore with true happiness.

When Bob was without Koko, he was usually quiet and kept to himself, but when he was with her, he was the loudest and most funny person. His confidence boosted like no other when she was around him. He smiles were all teeth and his laughter almost made him cry, he’d forget about being in a public area and not be shy about placing a sweet kiss on Koko’s cheek or stealing one on her lips. He’d even wrap his arm around her and make her feel seen and loved, as his touch never lingered off of left her. Warmth spread in her chest at how he could really be when he was comfortable, and she was glad to know he trusted her.

They both were there for a little get together with Jake, who was presumingly running late, but little did they know, that he was actually flattering himself as he chatted away to his curious dagger squad about you two lovers.

“Wait a minute? So that cutie over there is Bob’s girlfriend?”

Jake held a finger up at Coyote as he shook his head and tried to be all tough for Koko,

“Hey hey hey, only I get to call her ‘cutie’! She’s Koko to you unless she says different. But yes, that CUTIE over there is my- his girlfriend.”

Phoenix scrunched her eyebrows and scoffed,

“Did you almost say ‘my girlfriend’?”

Jake’s widened in embarrassment at his little words as he tried to play it off,

“Well yeah- but that’s because she is kinda like my girlfriend. She’s a girl and she’s my friend- equaling- girlfriend. Right?”

Fanboy let out a laugh and tried to give Jake the benefit of the doubt,

“Alright cowboy, whatever you say.”

Jake shook his head and took a sip of a beer he had,

“I’m saying the truth- I mean, why would I want to take Bob’s precious girl? She’s perfect for him- I mean look at how happy he is with her!?”

Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy all looked at the two happy love birds at the bar, and they could truly see it, how in love the two were. They couldn’t stop giggling and chatting, touching one another somehow or stealing a kiss. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile and admire,

“She must be really special to Bob... I’ve never seen him so open like that.”

Fanboy nodded with agreement,

“You can say that again... I’m jealous.”

Payback mocked the two and promised,

“I’m sure you two will be a ‘Koko and Bob’ one day... along with a Jake too-“

Jake smacked his arm,

“HEY! That’s not funny Payback... but I’ll take it. Proudly.”

Jake smiled to himself knowing how proud he really was to be really close to them, having experienced good times and some things. More than anything he was happy and proud to be the one to share who Koko and Bob were. He then remembered that this is the exact place where it all started, he wrapped his arms around Fanboy and Phoenix as he added,

“I met her first.. here actually. Then I introduced Bob to her, and they fell in love immediately.”

Phoenix awed as she said,

“Ohhh that must be a bummer that she fell for him having met you first?”

Jake smiled and shook his head,

“Actually no, I know I have a very special place in her heart, I’m her best friend, and I’m happy for Bob too, he’s a great guy over all.”

While the dagger squad chatted, Koko had turned her head towards the door telling Bob,

“I wonder why Jake is so late, he’s usually here on time.”

Bob held Koko’s hand as he promised,

“He’ll be here soon, he never forgets the little dates he plans with us- oh.. there he is. He’s actually smiling at you.”

Koko then whipped her head towards where Bob pointed, and there Jake stood in all his glory and Texas charm. Koko waves at him as she told Bob,

“I wonder what he was doing over there?”

Bob knew exactly what that proud smile meant on Jake’s face, so he confidently told Koko,

“He was probably complimenting us as he usually does... or more than anything admiring you beautiful-“

“Aww Bobby.. you think so?”

With a sweet kiss to your cheek Bob replied,

“Of course.. I know so.”

For my sweet dearest : @entertainmentgal8

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #top gun hangman #jake hangman x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x oc #robert bob floyd #bob x you #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #fluff

[ensnapemysenses]

Could you write about young jealous Remus? He has this big crush on reader but doesn’t act on it cause he feels they are out of his league but one day James and Peter jokingly starts saying how hot they are and that drives him to just go off on them then Sirius helps him confess

Confessions of the Moon

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, gender-neutral terms used for reader

Warnings: None

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“Hot damn! Have you seen that cutie in our charms class? The one that sits near Moony?” James taunts nudging Peter.

It was the start of a new year and James’s hormones were more rampant than ever. He had never noticed this particular person before now, but he was determined to gain their attention this year.

“They sure are good-looking!” Peter responds. “You think I have a chance with them?”

“You? Hell no, Wormy! On the other hand, I think I do,” he huffs, proudly puffing out his chest as some sort of display of his masculinity. 

“Why don’t you two shut up!” Remus exclaims, his head held in his hands, his elbows on the table as he tries to concentrate. “Some of us are trying to do our homework.”

“Oh come on, Moony! Lighten up! This isn’t the first time we’ve been chatting about a hot specimen. Why are you being so stuck up now?”

“Well, maybe you should stop commenting on everyone's looks and actually pay attention in class then you wouldn’t be begging me to help you study already.”

“Damn, Moony. What crawled up your arse and died?”

Remus’s quill stills in his hand as he looks up at James and Peter to see they both have goofy smiles on their face; they are taunting him, purposefully trying to rile him up and it’s working. His eyes are narrowed into thin slits and his eyebrows furled together as they cut to them causing them to recoil at the sight. Not saying a word, Remus gathers his things into his bag, throws it over his shoulder, and stomps out of the dormitory common room. 

“What did you guys say to him?” Sirius demands, catching the tail end of the altercation as he steps into the common room.

“I dunno. Must be nearing that time of the month,” James says, shrugging his shoulders and turning back to crack a joke with Peter.

Sirius sighs and quietly slips out of the common room after Remus. He has a hunch about what is going on and knows where he probably went to hide.

~

Sirius enters the library, eyebrows furling, eyes searching for Remus. When he finally finds him, nestled at the very back in a corner very well hidden, he perks up and makes a beeline for him.

“What’s wrong, Moony?” he says, pulling out a chair and taking a seat across from Remus. He runs a hair through his thick curly locks and his leg bounces uncontrollably.

“It’s nothing,” Remus mumbles, doing his best to turn away from Sirius. The result is him pushed up against the wall, his feet on the rungs of his chair, hunched over his textbooks pretending to be in deep study.

“It’s not nothing, Moony! Please tell me what’s going on. I just want to help,” Sirius pleads.

Remus sighs. “Fine. They were commenting things about my crush. I - I just got so insecure because I’ve liked them for so long and all of a sudden they are starting to notice them too.” He takes a breath. ”I could never compete with Padfoot,” he mumbles. 

“Moony, is this about that person in our charms class? The one you are always sneaking glances about.”

“Y- yes,” he stutters. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Yes, it is. What’s also very obvious is how they also steal glances at you as well and how they always smile when you enter the room.”

“You’re joking,” he says, wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open in shock.

“I’m not. I’m pretty positive that if you tell them how you feel, you won’t be rejected. You should see the way they look at you.”

Remus, deep in thought, doesn't say anything for a few moments. Finally, he repositions himself more comfortably in his chair, turning back to face Sirius. “Will you go with me to tell them how I feel? I - I want some backup, for moral support. You can just stand off to the side in case I need you.”

“Of course,” Sirius says, standing and crossing the table to place a hand on Remus's shoulder. “Lead the way.”

~

You are hanging with your friends in the courtyard procrastinating from doing your homework when you sense eyes on you. You lift your head slightly and out of the corner of your eye, you see him. Remus Lupin, the boy you’ve had a crush on for about a year, you’d recognize that light brown hair with slight gray streaks in it anywhere. You don’t know why his hair is already graying a bit, but you like it. You also find the scars on his face attractive, oddly enough. 

Ignoring his presence as best as you can you avert your attention back to your friends, that is until you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around and your face burns with a hot blush as you trip and almost fall into Remus’s arms before managing to steady yourself.

“Hi, (Y/N),” he says awkwardly. On the inside he’s cringing, it seems he’s startled you to the point of almost falling. This is not off to a great start.

“Oh! Hi, Remus. Sorry, didn’t see you there,” you chuckle, trying to throw him off in the midst of your embarrassment.

“Do you have a moment to talk?” 

“Sure. I’ll be right back!” you turn and say to your friends.

Remus leads you a little ways away where you both sit down on an empty bench in silence. He runs a hand through his hair and you play with the skin on your fingers wincing when you pull it down a bit too much and a drop of blood starts trickling out. 

“I - I don’t know how to say this best so I’ll just go ahead and spit it out.” Remus takes a deep breath to steady himself. “I like you, (Y/N). I have for a while.”

You look up from the ground and your eyes find his, amber with gold flecks. You try to sense any bit of lying in his tone and body language, you know all too well that his friends are quite the pranksters, but you can tell he is telling the truth. His bouncing leg, how he won’t hold eye contact, and how heavy his breathing is confirm it for you.

“Remus,” you start, but he interrupts you.

“I know I’ve probably just freaked you out and I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought you could like me back.” He stands and takes a step away before you grab his arm and force him to sit back down.

“I like you too. I have for about a year,” you say turning his head to make him look at you.

“Really?” he asks, eyebrows furling. 

“Yes,” you confess with a smile.

He shakes his head. “I can’t believe it! Sirius was right,” he laughs. “How about we go on a date to Hogsmeade next weekend? We could get a butterbeer?”

“I’d like that,” you say.

“I’ll see you then!” he exclaims, jumping to his feet to make a quick getaway.

“Wait! Remus!” you shout, jogging after him.

He whirls around and just as he looks at you, you plant a kiss on his cheek before intertwining his fingers with yours. “Why don’t we ditch our friends and go for a walk down by the lake together instead?” 

Remus blushes a deep red. “I think I'd like that very much."

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[extrakuli]

jealousy

headcanons

.xiao, albedo, itto, zhongli

A/N.if you read this before than your right—this was on my angst blog but I deleted it and now i’m reposting it here :)

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xiao—

Xiao…knows he’s jealous, accepts it, understands it. If you, or anyone asks him if he’s jealous. He’ll say yes. Now most people don’t think he’s be straight up, and he’s run away from his feelings—but I think differently. He won’t directly tell you he’s jealous, though. You’d have to figure that out on your own. He will confirm he’s jealous if you ask, but won’t tell you on his own.

Other then how he handles his jealousy—I don’t think the yakasha gets jealous easily anyway.. even if he did get jealous. He’s too busy to deal with such dramatic emotions. He knows he trusts you, but he knows he can’t stop that feeling bubbling up inside of him when he sees you in liyue being a little too friendly with that harbinger..

If his jealousy ended up getting the best of him, he would accidentally take it out on you. Then instantly disappear for atleast 24 hours, in a result, leaving you confused, and conflicted on what the heck just happened. Because his out burst will be quick and snappy, then he’ll be gone. After he comes back, he’ll most likely climb in threw your window when the sun just has set, and apologize to you. <33

albedo—

albedo…he’s quiet, observant, slightly agitated, and antsy. Slowly starts to figure out he’s jealous, the first time he got jealous he only realized he was when he was at his breaking point. He gets antsy when he’s jealous, more paranoid and observant of things as well. It’s kind of weird—but he works better when he’s jealous?

He just can’t sit still, and comprehend how timeaus (how do you spell that man’s name- ),=) is so friendly with you..how your both shoulder—touching close when your helping him, how the man sometimes eyes you up and down. Albedo can see every little thing timeaus is doing, and he despises it.

once he actually gets to his breaking point—he butts in to your guy’s conversation. Kind of like how a dad makes room for himself in between his daughter and her boyfriend on the couch? yeah that’s albedo. stares at the person causing the problem (timeaus i’m sorry) not in a glare type of way—more in an annoyed type of stare. Will tell you later why he acted out like that. He’ll chuckle that he actually got jealous—laugh with him, it’ll make him feel better. (WITH him..not at him babes😔)

itto—

itto…aggressive, possessive, oblivious, and non rational. We would definitely get possessive and upset—he doesn’t want someone messing around with his territory. Every rational thought in his head just- leaves..it walks out the exit doors. All he can think is ‘huh? i feel upset, that person bad, MUST FIGHT’ haha i like silly giant himbo man. Also, he doesn’t realize he’s jealous, he didn’t know what it meant..

How is he not supposed to be jealous when that stupid Thoma keeps being all friendly with you!? He's stealing the spotlight!! (no hate to Thoma I love him ): ) your attention is supposed to be on him only, not anyone else !!

it could go multiple ways when itto finally breaks. A: he could either go over to you shove the other person away from you then drag you away. B: he could just throw you over his shoulder and walk away. or finally, option C: challenges the other person to a fight(=…yeah..If it ends up being option C—you most likely patch him up after fighting the other person. Keep talking his ear off when you patch him up, even if your scolding him, he just wants to listen to you talk to him instead of anyone else.

zhongli—

Zhongli…annoyed, aggravated, and possessive. He already lost his love in the past—he doesn’t want to go threw that grief again. I feel like he would be calm at first, but as the jealousy grows, and the more that his ginger haired friend kept getting close to you—and leaving lingering “friendly” touches on your skin. He knows he’s jealous, but he just doesn’t care lol.

It’s not a common occurrence for him to be jelly..but not a rare incident either. Normal, ya know? Once his jealousy piles up. He also lashes out, not on you though, poor tartaglia over there gets his with zhongli “I will have order-“ sorry childe :,). Prob doesn’t get over his jealousy quickly after, it takes him 24 hours to cool down. Just reassure him that he’s your one and only—His evil thoughts will go away a bit quicker ;)

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[hwajin]

#!! - 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ; ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ

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— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: from the next chapter and up imma make longer chapters hence probably gonna take a bit longer in between posting!! i've started off with shortish chapters since i was scared to end up with like only two lmao, but now that i'm on my 5th one and haven't even reached the main happening of this whole thing i'll start making longer chapters!! do leave feedback and tell me how you liked this chapter (i'm a bit unsatisfied with how this one turned out so i hope some of you will still enjoy it <33). i'd love to read some of y'all theories or predictions to how this is gonna go, so if you have ANY thoughts about this series don't be shy to pour em out in tags or my inbox <33

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You haven’t talked much with Chan. When he has pulled you by the hand to drag you outside and away from the crowd – away from the stranger – only a few words have fallen, your apologetic ones, Chan’s frustrated.

“Then explain it to me, cuz I don’t really get it if I’m honest. Like- I might be overreacting but this dude was obviously staring… and you were staring back as if you knew him?! Like do you? Are you lying to me? Or was he just so hot you forgot you have a boyfriend here today?”

Chan hasn’t been screaming by any means, hasn’t raised his voice. And yet his anger was felt, through his words and movements. His face contorted, brows scrunched and lips pursed. A habit he had when madness got to him. And it had made you feel guilty. Oh so guilty. And then; annoyed.

Because if you were honest, who was he to not believe you? Who was Chan to assume he was aware of the stranger and his doings on you for weeks on end, who was he to lash out on you when he hasn’t been making efforts to go as far as to notice your worrying and your pondering the past weeks? How was Chan higher of a person to accuse you of something you weren’t guilty of, not really? Because staring wasn’t cheating surely, and Chan was all too jealous, entirely overreacting. Though maybe that was a lie to calm only yourself.

“Babe, I don’t want to fight, please, he just- I have seen him a couple weeks back, in the store, I thought I remembered him. That’s it. I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me- he must have remembered me as well. That’s it.”

It had taken you all your will to stay calm, to not lash out as well and break into a fight. Because you have promised it to yourself, and you have promised it to Chan. That you would work on it, on your relationship, together. You didn’t want to be the first to screw it up. Not on a party like this, not in the midst of tons of people, not under the influence. And yet, you needed to remind yourself actively of those facts, needed help to remember what exactly you have promised each other, what exactly you and Chan have agreed on. Because you so badly wanted to turn your head toward the stranger, so badly wanted to see if he was still standing by the bar. It took you more willpower to keep your eyes on Chan that it had needed to collect yourself.

And in the matter of seconds Chan has been dragged out by his friends, all apologetic to steal him away from you but they needed him for the next game they had planned or they couldn’t play, and you had been left standing alone on the balcony, without an answer from your boyfriend, without a glimpse into his thoughts, without reassurance. With the ever-growing wish to go and look for the stranger. To go up and talk to him, ask what his deal was, what kind of sick game he was playing to be living in your thoughts for longer than you’d love to admit. To go up to him and ask of his name, how his day had gone, whether or not he’s been thinking about you as well, as vividly and intimately as you have. You wanted to be close to him, wanted to flee into his closeness for comfort. And it was so utterly stupid that you couldn’t help but scoff about yourself, letting your head fall into your hands. The stinging wind was cutting your skin, the exposed parts of your arms, your cheeks. It fluttered through your hair, made a mess of it. Mimicking your mind. Oh, how pathetic you were.

It was strange. The feeling was so incredibly strange that it dared to tie up your ways of breathing. If you had expected to see the stranger tonight or not – nothing would have prepared you when you had met his eyes. He wasn’t simply attractive, not only the image you remembered him as from weeks prior. He had something more about him – an aura, or maybe simply a radiance – that nearly physically pulled you towards him. That had made you want to keep staring, make a double take, while amid talking to Chan. He was strange. Strange to appear here out of all places, and tonight out of all nights after having been creeping in and out your mind. And precisely that, the mystery of him, the unknown about his persona were the motives that made you look back, through the glasern door of the balcony, and into the living room – where he still stood, now moved further into the middle, further into the turmoil of people, talking to a man you have never seen before, a friend probably, maybe the one he came with. The conversation was heated – the strangers' mimics were, at least; face contorted into one of seeming shock, arms passionately gesturing something you couldn’t understand.

For a split second you hoped it would be about you, the conversation, the look on his face. His big movements. You had noticed that he had been staring you down as much as you have – as though he was sensing the same, as though his heart, too, had squeezed so hard the tension had made him dizzy, as though his lungs, as well, had been cut short when your eyes had met. You forced the thought away as fast as it came – it scared you, how fast he was pulling you in, how quick the next thought occupied your mind – would it be all too wrong to go up and talk to him? Your first, initial response was that yes, it would be thoroughly dumb to mingle with the stranger that caused an argument with your boyfriend – not mentioning that he was the one you came with, anyways, that he was the one to be taking your side, the one you should be stealing glances from. But then another, far louder voice in your head argued the opposite. Argued that it was fine, because really, how good was your boyfriend anyways? And what had he given you besides headaches recently, besides reasons to sit him down and talk it out, long and painful, with tears filling both your eyes? The stranger showed nothing of that nature – the stranger looked like love itself, the personification of it, looked like the puzzle piece that you were missing to find for years on end.

What was wrong with you, truly?

Warm guilt nagged at your bones and crept its way up your nape, to the plush of your cheeks. It was a strange feeling of anxiety when thinking about the manner, about the man in the living room you were eyeing from your secure position on the balcony. A feeling of anxiety because thinking about it, about him, hinted at everything that was wrong with Chan. Hinted all those small cracks in a love you built so dearly, all those cracks that might break eventually if you weren’t careful enough. Because thinking of the stranger in such way you did, romanticising his entire persona so only your image of him was left fantasising over and putting said image above your boyfriend, as though you painted a faith you wished for instead of the faith you possessed – it was dangerous, it put you in a state of uneasiness. Not only because you had promised Chan to try, but because being reckless when it came to love wasn’t always bound to end well. Being reckless towards another person – a mere stranger that might have no interest in you, that might only want a one-night fuck or less from you – was dumb, had to be incredibly stupid.

And then you set your right foot in front of your left one, and your left one up front again, until you reached the glassy doors of the balcony, until your fingers wrapped around the cold, metallic handle of it, until the warmth of stuffiness and the scent of alcohol welcomed you inside again. You weren’t thinking, not really. You didn’t have a plan in mind, let only your subconscious lead you – if to him or not you weren’t sure; your eyes, at last, were fixed on the stranger. Fixed on the man that was yet to see you, fixed on the man that was now standing alone in the middle of the tumult; as though a pillar of comfort in a room of inquietude. He shouldn’t be, shouldn’t have that effect on you. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if he was having any effect on you, after all – or if it was Chan who simply didn’t, and if you instinctively looked for the next best option. Another possible source of steadiness, because you were a coward, and feared to be alone the older you got.

Tranquillity. Momentarily the room, the stuffed four walls, the singing and laughing; all turned quiet. Silent. Because he had found your eyes, was staring right at them, through them. You thought that not one person you have crossed paths with ever looked at you the way he did – as though with sole interest and with absence of ulterior motives, and with an understanding that would turn irrelevant if spoken out loud. Understanding that could only be thought and would lose meaning if you questioned it too much. And in the same breath, you questioned how a stranger could possibly bear such understanding towards you. A familiarity almost, as if you’ve known the other already, as if you weren’t yet to exchange first words.

Your legs carried you instinctively, even if you wanted to flee from the scene, turn around and strut right back towards the entrance door and away from every single person in the room; it wouldn’t have been in your power. You have felt an urge prior in relation to the stranger – when you had first met him, when you had first laid eyes on his ones, when he occupied your mind and made it his own. There’s always been a pulling, a yearning when your mind wandered to him; like an itch you couldn’t scratch. And that feeling was at its climax, right this moment, when you came closer to him with every step you took. If someone asked you, you wouldn’t possibly be able to explain what it was that you were feeling. Maybe you did see something like salvation in him – felt that he might be the one capable of showing you real emotions, real love; hence the yearning. Maybe it wasn’t anything describable at all though, nothing that could be put to words, something inhumane. A yearning that would never ease off fully, or would with him only. You weren’t entirely sure – not about him, nor about you, and not about what was expecting you when you’d only walked up to him, stood before him. You weren’t entirely sure about anything. And yet you didn’t stop making your way towards his figure; the way he was standing in the middle of the room, unsureness, nervousness written in his body language, though eyes strictly held on yours.

And the little bit of sour aftertaste that the guilt left behind was barely enough to make you feel truly bad when you stood closest to him you have ever before. When you could lock eyes so intimately, when you could smell the subtle scent of his cologne on his porcelain skin. It was sweet but not too much, vanilla undertone but only the right amount. He smelled comforting. A bit like home, maybe.

“Hi.”

He looked utterly startled. Shocked. You were too, if you were honest with yourself – it was the first word ever exchanged, the opening, the first push to what could turn into something big. To what you felt would turn into something big – you had yet to decide if the thought was comforting or entirely horrified you.  

You were sweet. Your voice was, calm and collected, though Hyunjin sensed hints of nervousness. You weren’t one to blame though – his hands were clammy with sweat and his knees came closer to pudding than actual skin and bones. It was such a simple word. Such a simple start to a conversation. Yet he wouldn’t ever have been brave enough to utter it. If for your supposed boyfriend or not – Hyunjin might have never had the courage to have broken the ice. Because truly, what would he say? That he was obsessing over you secretly, imagining a life with you before you had exchanged a word? That you had housed in his mind ever since he saw you, and that seeing your boyfriend on this night of all nights almost made him cry in front of hundreds of people?

And truly – what was he supposed to say now?

“H – Hi.”

Awkward, cringe worthy almost, but he went with it. And you were only looking back, as though deciding on your next words, maybe unsure what to say or scared to screw the conversation up. Though there was nothing, Hyunjin thought, nothing you could really do to make him lose interest. Not now, not anymore. Not after he’s got the littlest bit of taste of you.

The man’s voice was soothing. Laced in sweetness, sounding like dripping honey. It was intoxicating momentarily, and you found yourself wishing to hear that voice for the rest of days.

It felt surreal. Standing before him, talking – sparsely now but a first step was made. To hear his voice, watch his mimics, his movements, smelling him subtly against the mix of booze and sweat in the room – it felt so surreal that your knees dared to give out.

And the next moments rushed by in pure bliss. From the first introduction; “Uh– hi, I’m uh– y/n, sorry to be bothering you like this but… it’s probably dumb but I ,like, remembered you from a few weeks back, I think we crossed paths in the small store? Just wanted to say hi, really.” – who were you kidding, you knew exactly you had met in the small store.

And to receive an answer; “Oh yeah, I remembered as well…! I didn’t really– want to go up and talk to you, your… boyfriend… seemed quite mad from me only looking...” – a distressed chuckle from him and your expression had changed at the label, the name for the man who had been dancing behind you, and you were surprised the stranger even went as far as to mention Chan. In an awkward joke only, yet mentioned.

And then; “Oh yeah, don’t worry about him he– I guess he gets worked up easily.” – cringe yourself to a reddened face, feeling you have admitted more than you should have.

Though him, after a short break in which it seemed like he had analysed, your character or your words, yet giving no comment to your boyfriend and the answer you have given in relation; “My name’s Hyunjin. By the way.”

The conversation went well. Neither of you brave enough to address the elephant in the room – but then again, you couldn’t be sure the other would know what you were talking about. If feelings and the constant reappearing image of the other wasn’t mutual it would only turn things awkward. So, you simply didn’t mention and neither did he, both of you resolving to talking about things of less risky nature; which went surprisingly and utterly well. Words came naturally with Hyunjin, same interests and hobbies, values and morals settling their way into your exchange. It wasn’t hard to find next topics, wasn’t pushy or out of place when Hyunjin asked to bring you a drink. There was no shyness when the other cracked a joke, revealing the same humour, though undeniably there was mutual nervosity from you two. Because none wanted to say a wrong thing, none wanted to end up in awkward silence – though it seemed impossible. It seemed impossible to ever stop talking, to ever not know the next topic of a conversation, to ever grow out of interest and urging curiosity. It went on and on and on, the exchange of words, and the glow in your eyes shone brighter the more information was revealed.

And then there was something else. You weren’t sure if it was Hyunjin, the nature of his persona. Maybe he had that effect on anyone – maybe he had girls swarming around him at all times, maybe the feeling he brought, the aura when he only stepped into the room was intoxicating to most. Or maybe it was the effect he had justly on you – the impeccable need to touch him. To feel his skin on yours, not connect fingertips, to intertwine digits, to meet palms. To brush away the bits of messy dark hair that fell around his face, to glide your hand across his cheek. To feel the plushness of his lips, on your own ones or on various parts of your skin – you didn’t care. And every time you two stood closer the urge expanded. Grew harder to resist, and you needed a physical step back to not let your body have a mind of its own. Only then, only when establishing a certain distance between your bodies could you breathe again, think straight; relatively. Because you thought you would never learn entire calmness in his presence.

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She was intoxicating. Intoxicating in every sense the word allowed it to be, in every sense the word was. Truly, Hyunjin couldn’t quite grasp the luck he was blessed with to be talking to you today, if he was quite honest. Talking so easily to you, so freely, engaging so wholeheartedly, as if you haven’t just met moments ago, as if that wasn’t your first conversation. By the time you have talked for an hour without a break – only separating shortly to let Hyunjin pour you a drink, giving himself a freezing coke – he’d love to ease his nerves off a bit, but responsibilities called for something different – Hyunjin had forgotten about your boyfriend altogether, dismissed that you had come with another man at all. That maybe Hyunjin shouldn’t be talking this easily to you, this freely.

“Uhh, yeah, lately I’ve been lacking motivation though. Or maybe– maybe I’ve been lacking inspiration, rather.”

His answer had followed your fascination about Hyunjin’s occupation. Though not yet an artist, only an aspiring one, your eyes grew big and your jaw fell open when Hyunjin revealed his doing, his passion. He blushed upon your reaction, flattered that something so natural to him, something that was simply part of his persona for most of his friends, had you intrigued.

“Hmm, where do you get your inspiration from then, if you’re lacking it?”

Visible interest from your side, not simply polite conversation.

“Everything, honestly. Mostly from the things that happen around me, you know, surroundings, places… people.”

Locking eyes with you in hopes you got the hint, and the darkened tint on your face revealed that yes, you might have caught on. The rushed sip you took right after was indicator enough, and Hyunjin was pleased with himself; he wasn’t the big flirt, so hoped he did a good job when it came to you.

Not only has Hyunjin never been asked such question; most people that knew little about art rarely asked further to get to know the nature of it, and other ones, mutual-minded and further artists, knew all about the subject anyways. Knew where inspiration was taken from, knew the basic processes of an art piece coming together; no one in his field would ever ask him such question, would give him opportunity to vent from within his heart. So Hyunjin had never talked about such topic really, with anyone. About the things that drive him, the things that make his heart swell, that make him want to capture emotions onto canvas. Because either people were uninterested, or knew enough; you were the first and only one to ever poke deeper, into his soul or mind, he wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter, not really, because you did poke, nevertheless. And he would pour his heart out to you anytime you did.  

You hummed contently at his answer, eyes on him, as though determined to read the words his heart wrote. It got him shy, honestly. Got him giddy, a funny feeling spreading in the pit of his stomach, one that he hasn’t felt ever since his last high school crush; that’s how he felt, in your presence. Like a dumb-minded boy running on hormones, heart shaped, pink tinted glasses on his face and he solely got to know your name yet. The air as though smelled of pheromones in your proximity, made you irresistible; Hyunjin wondered if only he caught onto that, though. If only his body was torn and needed reminding that he couldn’t simply reach out to you and hold your arm, or place gentle fingers on your cheek, to tug a fallen strand of hair behind your reddened ear. That after all, you had come here with another man, and that flirting on his side shouldn’t be taken too far, that simply talking, getting to know you was perfectly fine, if you only allowed it; if not for the mind numbing effect you had on him. If it wasn’t impossibly difficult to keep his eyes on your ones without his head sending into spiral, if it wasn’t pathetic, the way he lapped up every slurred word that rolled past your lips. You had ignited something in him Hyunjin never felt before, and if not weeks prior when you had first met then surely at tonight's party.

It was strange, increased whenever his body was closest to you; the feeling similar to when you had first encountered, though undeniably stronger now, harder to ignore. And Hyunjin was simply left to question what it could possibly mean – were it only the beginnings of a crush, giddiness about another? It surely didn’t feel like it; too banal for how his heart was pulled by every bit of its strings, towards your direction, towards where you were standing at all times. He felt guilty; both for how little it took him to get to this point – sure, he was hopeless, he was a romantic, yet it didn’t change the fact that his behaviour was nothing if not desperate, pitiful. The other part of his guilt grew from the simple fact that the other man yet hasn’t disappeared from the overall scenario. He was still there, and somewhere on this party, most likely; if he went home alone, he’d be a blatant asshole, and something in Hyunjin told him that you wouldn’t settle for such.

And then you reached over the counter, to refill your red cup with a bit of soda, to ease off the bitterness in your drink – your naked arm close to Hyunjin’s, body only inches away from the other; and all guilt was blown away, brain short circuiting and urge setting off to various fibres in his body. You must have felt it, as well; for you froze in place, for only a moment but Hyunjin noticed, and you locked eyes with him vastly before taking the coke and hurrying to where you had been standing before, a bit further from him, comfortable space to hold conversation. A tension in the air now, a blush on each other’s faces, expressions blank and hinting confusion, questions. Until you coughed somewhat theatrically, playing off the creeping awkwardness that settled in the silence, and kept the conversation going. Easy as that, as though Hyunjin’s head wasn’t collapsing any passing moment he spent in your presence.

It wasn’t only the sensation he felt around you that stoke his interest; if he was honest with himself, if he shoved the reminder that you were taken to the back of his head – you were attractive. In a subtle way, Hyunjin thought. You had planned your appearance for today, surely, had put efforts into your make up, your outfit, your hair. You looked pretty, and Hyunjin had no doubt that you’d look just as attractive in your full natural form, right after waking up in the morning, or on days dedicated to relaxation. The way you talked was intriguing as well; whenever you asked Hyunjin a question your eyes sparked up, revealing interest. Whenever you laughed about a joke of his, your face lit up in utter content, giving Hyunjin a feeling pleased. And you were funny, witty, making Hyunjin laugh as well, making him blush and giggle. It would be embarrassing if he wasn’t simply happy to be talking to you.

He wondered how you must feel, if guilt plagued him already. It wasn’t in his favour to theorise about your relationship; it might be an open one, it might not be too serious, it might have any reason why you were talking to him instead of dancing with the other man right now. And yet he wondered if guilt did eat at you, if your mind was circulating not only around him, but around other matters; be it the man or simply the fear of being seen with a stranger. Though; your eyes weren’t wandering, weren’t searching the room for potentially getting caught; if that was something you were scared of, you left it unnoticed. Hence Hyunjin’s conclusion that maybe, just maybe, there was some hope that it wasn’t all that exclusive, that whoever this guy was wasn’t necessarily a big of an obstacle.

Until Hyunjin saw him in his peripheral vision.

The scenery changed quite drastically; from talking with you calmly, nothing but a feeling of comfort lacing the atmosphere, to suddenly clammy, thick tension in the air that stuffed the room with a disgusting aftertaste. Your boyfriend came up to you with big steps; it took a while until you saw him, were turned with your back to the direction he came from. Hyunjin saw from the get go that he wasn’t by any means violent, yet the dirty anger the man spread across the room of the house had Hyunjin’s senses on alert. It was dumb of him, he knew, that there was no risk in you getting hurt, no reason Hyunjin should truly worry about you – whoever the man was he wasn’t dangerous, that much was clear, was someone you knew and trusted, seemingly. And yet Hyunjin wasn’t all calm and collected. Not necessarily because the man shot him a jealous glare, not because you looked frightened, but because the situation that unfolded itself. There was a titillation of taking you away, taking you by your arm and leading you to somewhere clearer, quieter, better. To make you feel better; because Hyunjin knew that that place wasn’t in the arms of that man, your boyfriend or not. That the place better wasn’t who you currently were with, who was arguing with you now amidst confused people who started turning heads. Though maybe it was wishful thinking on Hyunjin’s side, delusions, as so often. You’d look him up and down with judgement in your eyes if Hyunjin as far as told you about the thoughts that spread his mind upon seeing you fight with your man.

He didn’t dare to interrupt, despite how much he wished to. Hyunjin let the scene happen, kept himself in the back, listening to the angry throwing of words, accusations; from his side as much as from yours.

“Oh, come on, you leave me alone on the balcony and I can’t look around for a friend to talk to?”

You tried to keep your voice down as much as possible with the booming bass ringing in your ears, tried not to gain attention from people around. With little success; drunks lapped up any bit of drama they could as banal as it was to them.

“You know why I’m pissed, don’t pretend you don’t?? We had just fucking talked about him outside, and then you’re fucking talking to him, fucking undressing him with your eyes- you think I didn’t see that??”

Hyunjin grew a whole shade darker. Being talked about in such a manner was both the part embarrassing as it was awkward, and the sour guilt that had occupied him shortly before settled back in. He’d been spacious with his flirting, as much as you had been you, in his opinion; it had rather been a conversation between freshly met people, though ulterior motives surely were involved Hyunjin would have argued that both of you managed to not show it excessively at all – though maybe not everyone saw it that way.

“Oh my god, Chan, let’s- let’s not do this here, alright? Let’s go home and fucking talk about it like adults, alri-“

You were frustrated; even from the little conversation Hyunjin heard it wasn’t frustration about this particular conversation, only. There was an exhaust in your voice that broke through like a dam, an annoyance, if towards your boyfriend or not it was unsure. And you were interrupted by him, rather rudely, a scoff leaving his lips.

“Oh yeah, talk about it like adults… the way we did before, huh? You promised-“, looking around, locking eyes with Hyunjin before his voice grew quiet, before he took you to the side, and before Hyunjin wasn’t able to follow the heated conversation anymore.

So – it was exclusive, after all. But Hyunjin couldn’t bring himself to feel bad, not really. He didn’t know all aspects of what had happened between the pair of you, not all sides of the story – but your argument had been valid. If your boyfriend – Chan, as Hyunjin now knew – hadn’t been wanting you to mingle with people he wouldn’t have disappeared for the duration of a whole hour and longer. Hyunjin had taken enough girlfriends to parties to know that staying together wasn’t necessary, wholly – and yet; it was oddly strange that you had ended up with so much free time on your hands, that your sweetheart of a boyfriend hadn’t noticed sooner of your absence if he was so displeased with the idea of seeing you with another. Maybe you were in the wrong as well, if only a slight bit, or maybe it was a sort of jealousy – but Hyunjin couldn’t shake off the icky feeling he had about Chan. It was nothing but immature and childish, yet he couldn’t change it. Not with the way Chan was gesturing his hands at you now, big and emotional, a bit aside from the main happening of the party, closer to the karaoke bar that was placed in the corner, and when your body language looked just as agitated, from Hyunjin’s ever same spot at the bar.

Now that you were standing further, the urge, the pulling of Hyunjin’s heart eased off, if only slightly. Enough to give him time to think, though, which came in handy. His mind was a mess, thoughts untamed and loud; for the nth time tonight he wished he was able to get some booze into his system. He was conflicted, if anything. Talking to you had been better than he could have imagined; it came without force, without worrying of next words that might screw up the mood, that might drive the conversation into awkwardness. You were sweet, interested, open. Made him feel comfortable, understood. Hoped he had the same effect on you. And then, in the same breath, he hoped he hadn’t. Hoped he had left you cold, if for the sake of your own happiness and anchor. Hyunjin’s heart hurt at the thought of being the one to cause trouble to your relationship; though not impressed with your man of choice, it was your choice after all – and if you were with him you must have a reason, must love him, or must have loved him in the past. The details didn’t quite matter, because being with him must have made you happy in one way or another, at some point in life – and to think that Hyunjin might have struck you in some way, might have ignited a fire in you was both an ego boost and as much a frustrating thought as they came. Because maybe he liked you enough already to be wanting to see you happy. And being the fuel to distress, to a heart wrenching break up wasn’t in Hyunjin’s favours.

Though maybe he made too much of himself. Maybe you had been only friendly, because he was too, because you had met shortly prior to this party. And maybe his wandering, yearning mind thought of himself to have had a bigger impact on you than you eventually concluded yourself – the possibility still stood that your intentions were only of friendly nature, and that Hyunjin was the epitome of embarrassment to think his sporadic attempts at flirting were possibly enough to break off any relationship. He was ludicrous, if anything.

“Fuck this, I’m leaving.”

Your presence was felt before it was seen; it would have made Hyunjin laugh if the scenery before him wasn’t as unnerved as it was. The itch he felt whenever in your presence settled itself in as a giveaway that you were near; it was strange, physically feeling the proximity of another person without quite a biological explanation for it, but a part of Hyunjin painted the thought into something utterly romantic.

You zoomed past Hyunjin, visibly shaken, emotional; the alcohol likely didn’t do you a favour tonight, either. You stood before him for a mere second, apologetic smile on your face which didn’t reach your eyes, and you kept walking, wordlessly, seemingly towards the door of the house. Hyunjin’s instincts were on high alert; you were intoxicated, if you had come with a car or not, you couldn’t possibly get behind the wheel now.

“Yeah leave then, I don’t fucking care.”

Chan walked back, into the depths of the party, back to concerned friends that all started patting his shoulder, leaning over his head to murmur reassurances. It was long after midnight, and your boyfriend wasn’t holding you back in getting home by yourself. Whether he was drunk himself or not; it baffled Hyunjin.

Said disbelief made his body react faster than his mind. Because surely, you might not be wanting to talk to him, seeing as he was the source of your argument, in one way or another; but your safety was the only subject on Hyunjin’s mind. If you wanted to see him or not, he couldn’t let you drive nor walk home by yourself. He could drive you home, call you a taxi; least he could do was stand beside you to know you reached home safe. No matter how much alcohol coursed your system, Hyunjin wouldn’t handle the matter mindlessly; in the heat of the moment and in anger you might end up making decisions that would go beyond the boundaries of your safety. Not only would Hyunjin never forgive himself for not having helped another; he would have surely beat up your asshole of a boyfriend for his carelessness.

Hyunjin hurried behind your ever dislodging figure, seeing how you made your way through the crowd, occasionally pushed by one dancing pair or two; all mumbling excuses before letting you continue towards the front door. Hyunjin was struggling himself, using elbows to shove people, not to hurt but to make way. He only called your name once you were out and in the cold – you walked without a jacket, bare arms and legs out in the chilly winter air, and Hyunjin only noticed then that his own jacket was still discarded in the entrance hall, somewhere inside the house; though he had little mind to pay to it now. You weren’t listening to his calls, continuing your way towards darkness, along suburban streets Hyunjin wasn’t sure you knew where they led to. It seemed like you were simply walking, past quiet houses, past dark houses; he could still hear the distant bass from somewhere behind him, a stark contrast to the rest of the neighbourhood. He fell into a light jog, to catch up behind you – it was a riddle to him how you were possibly walking faster than him, intoxicated and in heels. And with every step he made towards you his heart increased its pulling, its returning urge.

Eventually, he was close enough to reach your hand, an arm length away from you. You yet weren’t listening to the sound of your name; Hyunjin grew unsure if it was sheer anger and frustration or if he was the reason you didn’t turn around. He didn’t want to be, the mere thought of it set off an uneasy feeling in his gut; yet he couldn’t bear to think about the matter now. You weren’t thinking straight, clearly, and walking home at night wouldn’t do you any good. Hyunjin needed to take matters in his hands, as best as he could.

His hand stretched out, his fingers wrapped around your wrist; and he let go of you as fast as it was physically possible, not a second after. You turned around, finally acknowledging him, nothing if not shock drawing your features, mimicking Hyunjin’s own. For the feeling that stroke your bodies was one you couldn’t possibly explain with words of any language. Hyunjin has never been struck by lightning, but he’d argue that he felt the same sensation when your bodies touched, when you came skin to skin. Maybe more pleasant than electricity, but undoubtedly as powerful.

You only locked eyes, otherwise you were frozen. In place, in time. Not moving an inch of your body. If both of you had been unsure if what you had felt was inhumane; you hadn’t an ounce of doubt now. Because a feeling like this was entirely unnatural, wasn’t possible, not under biological manners. A tickling, an ich, a longing, a sensation of this gratitude wasn’t something that simply happened, that was simply felt like this; not between two bodies of two humans. A sensation that feared to knock out the breath of the other; though the word alone – sensation – would never be a big enough word, in the first place. No word would ever be for all words felt too banal for such volume of emotion and feel.

And if it wasn’t so forbidden, if the feeling, one that set off a tingling in the pit of your heart, one that ignited the embers that had only been shimmering in Hyunjin’s soul so far, if now his soul felt on fire, hot and burning, occupied by you solely – if it wasn’t so forbidden, he’d touch you again. Let shy fingertips dance against your shoulder, hold your hand and lay the palm atop his cheek. To feel if it was real at all, or if both of you had imagined something for the sake of self-sedation.But maybe you didn’t touch again, because both of you were scared. Scared that it was real; because it shouldn’t be.

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lets read rgu, chapter 26

So, yeah, the main story is complete with chapter 25.  Chapters 26 and 27 are in fact side stories incorporating some elements from the anime that didn’t make it into the manga before.  This chapter, we’re bringing in Ruka, a character who ime is often underrated.  People I’ve watched Utena with in real life often see him as a superfluous blue Touga who randomly shows up 3/4 of the way through the show and disappears without a trace or fanfare two episodes later.  Though my appreciation for him may also be tainted by misinterpretation - the first time I watched the show I thought Ruka was the guy who had come between Juri and Shiori in the first place - the guy who liked Juri but Shiori in her jealously had “stolen”.  That’s not the case, but Ruka was still a lot more than just an unnecessary extra Touga.

Unfortunately, the same difference from the anime that made Manga Juri’s own arc so much less compelling and work so much worse will likely hold back Ruka’s bonus chapter as well.  “The guy I like doesn’t like me” is just so much less compelling as an underlying motivation for manga Juri’s angst than “I can’t confess my feelings to the girl I like because those feelings are a love that ‘dare not speak its name’, so I will keep that love secret and obsess over it, while the girl I love misinterprets my increasingly guarded and withdrawn attitude towards her as condescension and contempt and reacts by trying to hurt me by “stealing” the boy she thinks I like, which none the less succeeds in hurting me by making me see the person I love with someone else, but because it’s all based on misunderstanding I’m still left with the thought that if by some miracle she learned my feelings for her she might return them, and so we spiral around each other in obsession and animosity forever.”

There are different ways to interpret anime Ruka, because the show is deliberately opaque about him, but I always read him as playing a villainous role as an affect hiding a princely motivation.  The dude finds out he's going to die, and his only regret is that the girl he liked was all heartbroken over some falling out between her and her best friend that led to them hating each other, but they’re both too proud to resolve the conflict directly.  So with his last few weeks of life he 1) deliberately becomes a villain, 2) torments both the girl and her former friend, hurting both of them worse than they hurt each other 3) defuses the hatred between them by redirecting it towards himself, and 4) literally takes that hatred with him to the grave, giving them the chance for a fresh start.

If you take all this as deliberate, as I do, then it’s a ridiculous xanatos roulette of a plan, but it succeeds.  By the end Juri’s locket shatters - representing either that she’s given up on Shiori returning her feelings or accepted that she can’t keep her feelings locked up if she hopes anything to come from them, and she publicly expresses her anguish by openly sobbing in front of everyone, the dueling arena metaphorically drenched in her tears.

All the duelists in the show - or at the very least all the student council members - highlight or comment on some aspect of the fairy-tale prince archetype, typically by failing to live up to it in some way.  If the core identity of the Prince is in their selfless, even self sacrificial devotion to the Princess, then Saionji is unfit because his devotion is possessive and cruel.  Likewise Miki's is conditional and idealized, Juri's obsessive and fearful, Nanami's jealous and immature, Touga's ambitious and insincere.  They all demonstrate potential tripping points by which Utena might have failed to live up to the Princely archetype.

Ruka, on the other hand, is more subversive and deconstructive, exposing a tragic aspect of the archetype that had previously gone unexamined: the Prince MUST save the Princess(es), even if they don't want to be saved, even if he will become hated as a result, even if he must die in the process.  Where the other duelists demonstrate ways Utena could have failed to become Anthy's Prince, Ruka foreshadows the dark fate waiting for her when she succeeds.

Though of course that’s all assuming that Ruka’s manipulative villain persona was an affect and he actually was there to help Juri & Shiori by drawing their hatred away from each other and towards himself.  You could just as easily argue that he was sincerely after the power of Dios to cure his illness and save himself, that that any benefit Juri and Shiori experienced in the aftermath of his two week rampage through their lives was purely down to their own growth in the face of the difficulties he selfishly subjected them to.

Manga Ruka is playing out a version of this, but it doesn’t work as well because manga Juri’s anguish - ‘My pride is hurt because Utena beat me in a duel and Touga likes her more than me’ - just isn’t as compelling and really shouldn’t require any sort of grand manipulation to save her from.

But Manga Ruka puts on a grand show of manipulation none the less, getting Juri out of her house by challenging her place in the fencing team, stoking her jealousy of Utena by spending time with the new girl, setting Juri up for an unexpected rematch against Utena in the fencing room which she loses, using the shame and disappointment of that to goad Juri into a match against himself where she wins, and from there getting her to challenge Utena to a proper rematch in the dueling arena.

But before the duel Juri overhears Ruka bragging to Touga about how easy it was to manipulate Juri, and this aggrieves her pride so badly that she refuses to duel Utena again after all.

Which, I mean, good for her.  Even if you accept my reading of Anime Ruka’s motivations, that still leaves this gaping criticism over how he goes about achieving his goals.  The condescension, manipulation, and frankly cruelty of it is anything but Princely, and that the anime /rewards/ his behavior with success, again if you’re assuming as I do that the eventual outcome is what he was aiming for in the first place, is pretty sketchy.  Manga Juri gets the opportunity to call out and reject that manipulation in a way that Anime Juri didn’t really get.

Also, I’m literally all for any of the characters in Utena being on the receiving end of a Dramatic Slap with the soul exception of Anthy.  Ruka’s face is exceptionally slap-worthy.

But there’s gotta be a duel, so Ruka duels Utena in Juri’s place, using imitating Juri’s attacks and style to show her that she could still beat Utena if she wished.

Ruka effectively wins the duel, but at the last moment his unnamed illness catches up to him and he collapses to the ground, forfeiting the match by removing his own rose in a nod to how Juri’s second duel ended in the anime.

And like in the anime Ruka leaves and dies without telling Juri.

On the one hand, a sacrifice to spare her pain, but on the other hand a patronizing kind of manipulative move, making the choice for her and denying her the chance to say goodbye.

The duality of Ruka in a nut shell.

Honestly, this bonus chapter was pretty good, probably the best it could have been given how much less Manga Juri’s character had to work with.

#rgu #revolutionary girl utena #ruka tsuchiya #sception reads rgu

[enderwalking]

stolen secret (double life oneshot)

a hit for @pinchhitsfromthevoid, based on a prompt by @aimandfire21! prompt was basically, bigb somehow survives the stalactite and gets kidnapped by desert duo. result was 1300 words of scar and bigb talking. enjoy?

ao3 link

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BigB wakes to a sharp pain in his cranium, and he reaches blindly toward his side to check for his soulmate; if he feels like a spike has been driven through the top of his skull, he can’t imagine the state the other man is in. “Ren?” he groans blearily.

“Sorry, buddy, no dice,” responds a cheery voice that is most certainly not Ren. BigB’s eyes fly open.

He is not, as it turns out, lying on the cobblestone floor of Box. Instead, the walls around him are a mishmash of stone and dirt, clearly the result of someone digging a few blocks into the side of a hill. There isn’t even so much as a door at the entrance of the makeshift bunker; outside, BigB can see a single cactus planted in a tiny patch of sand.

More important, however, is the man sitting in front of the exit.

“Well, hello there,” Scar greets, jovial as ever. His signature grin is deeply at odds with the way his diamond sword is held, just enough to take up as much of the exit as possible. The message is very clear.

BigB pushes himself upright and tries not to visibly wince at the way the motion makes his head throb. He checks his inventory for anything that might help his situation, but as expected, he’s been stripped of any armor or items. Definitely not good. He swallows. Well, BigB thinks to himself, he’s not dead yet. And Scar has apparently taken the effort to move him all the way from one corner of the world to the other, so he’s obviously not going to be killed instantly! Might as well take advantage of that fact.

“Hey there, Scar,” BigB replies with a nervous smile. Just gotta keep him talking, he thinks. “Uh…mind if I ask what’s going on here?”

Scar beams. “Well, I’m glad you asked because I was just about to explain!” He lays his sword across his lap and leans forward in his wheelchair. “You, my good friend, are actually here because of your secret soulmate.”

And at that, BigB feels his insides go cold.

Of course some part of him had been aware that Grian did have someone who was actually soulbound to him. And yeah, of course he’d seen Ren’s barely-restrained jealousy at the mere idea of some unknown admirer stealing his affections away. But…well, he’d known Grian a long time! And Grian had come courting him! And if he’s being completely honest, he’d kind of…conveniently forgotten about the promises of loyalty they’d made in the rush of joining the hunt for the last green lives. So in the midst of everything, he’d never taken the time to think that maybe their little affair might have consequences.

BigB gets the feeling that he’s about to regret his lack of foresight.

The fear must show on his face because Scar laughs. "Aww, no need to look so scared! Don't you worry, I'm not about to kill you."

BigB relaxes just a fraction. "So, uh. You're not jealous?"

"Oh no, I definitely am!" Scar’s fingers curl absently around the hilt of the sword in his lap, though he makes no move to actually raise it. “It hurts quite a lot, I’ll have you know. Being cheated on. Knowing your soulmate wants someone else.” He says this, and yet Scar still smiles, pleasant and friendly as usual, like he’s just commenting on a build or talking about his Jellie pandas. BigB has no idea how he’s meant to respond.

“I’m…sorry,” he mumbles. It’s a pathetic excuse for an apology, he knows.

But Scar waves him off. “Nah, I don’t blame you. I know how it is with Grian.” And for the first time, Scar’s expression dims ever so slightly; the smile grows distant, wistful, and BigB feels like he’s glimpsing the edge of an enormous pit, a body of emotion so vast that it feels almost wrong to even witness. And even though Scar has absolved him of blame, BigB still feels guilt settle heavily on his shoulders.

BigB thinks: has Grian ever seen the amount of raw feeling in Scar’s eyes when the man speaks his name? And if he has, how could he then seek out another without feeling unimaginably cruel?

The thought is cut off by an unexpected tick of damage, and BigB hisses at sudden bruising pain under his jaw. Somewhere, Ren has just taken a blow.

“Oh, gosh darn it, looks like he’s already gotten started,” Scar chuckles. “That means I gotta explain this quickly.”

BigB scrambles to his feet–uselessly, seeing as Scar is still blocking the exit. “Explain what? Where’s Ren?” His knees are still wobbly, and his head is still pounding, and even though the damage just now had been only half a heart, neither he nor Ren had been able to regenerate after whatever had rendered them unconscious in the first place. They were hovering precariously at three hearts.

Another blow, this time in the gut, enough to knock the wind out of him and force him back down to his knees. Two and a half.

“Here’s the thing, BigB.” Scar wheels himself closer as he speaks. “Like I said, you’re here because of your secret soulmate. Grian had this great idea to wait at the Box and trap you guys with the spiky dripstone, right? And he got you! Nailed Ren right in the head!” Scar laughs. BigB feels another hit bloom across his cheekbone. Two hearts now.

“But you guys somehow survived!” Scar exclaims. “And Grian, he was all in the middle of cackling, you know how he does after a good kill–he all of a sudden just stops. I think he forgot for a bit there that killing Ren would also kill you.” Scar looks properly imposing now, looming over where BigB is nursing phantom injuries and gasping for breath. He is still smiling. “But Grian doesn’t want to kill you.”

BigB is too busy bracing himself for the next invisible blow. “That’s nice of him, I guess, but it kinda doesn’t feel like it right now,” he says, trying not to let panic creep into his voice.

Scar shakes his head. “No, see, that’s special for Grian, don’t you see? Grian in these games, well. He doesn’t ever hold back from killing people. He’ll regret it, maybe, and he’ll miss people after they’re gone, but it doesn’t ever stop him. Only other time he’s ever said no to killing someone was…” That distant, wistful look comes back for just a moment, but Scar shakes his head and it’s gone. “The point is, Grian doesn’t want you dead, and that’s important. But–”

BigB feels an explosion of pain across the the back of his skull, like his head has been dashed into a wall. One heart. He heaves for breath, his pulse racing.

“But,” Scar continues, “he is dead set on killing Ren.”

“Then what’s the point of all this?” BigB asks, pleads. “Why does it matter if I’m just gonna die with Ren anyway?”

Scar reaches into his inventory and pulls out a golden apple. And everything clicks into place.

BigB stares at the shining forbidden fruit, eyes wide. “You…You guys want me to–”

“It’s not about what we want,” Scar says. His tone has lost all of its usual levity and is now deathly calm. “It’s your choice. Ren is going to die either way, but you don’t have to.”

Scar smiles again–that same distant, aching smile. “Personally, I think it would mean a lot if he didn’t have to kill someone else he loves. But it’s your call.”

He reaches down, offering out the apple. BigB’s heart clenches in his chest.

He takes it.

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Renthedog was slain by Grian.

<Grian> Bigb? You okay?

<bigbst4tz2> yeah. i’m good.

<bigbst4tz2> thanks secret soulmate

#lei writes #bigb #scar #secret soulmates #desert duo #life series #double life smp #FIRST FIC PUBLISHED ON AO3 IN NEARLY 10 YEARS LMAOOOOOO everyone be nice to me PLEASE