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movedto-mrs-bluemarine · 8 months ago

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MERMAID AU MERMAID AU!!! This is the first chap of a story so be on the lookout for the next update in fourteen years!! No warnings really except Wes is sick asff and Jay's half of the chapter talks in "creature". You'll get what I'm talking about soon

Lady with the Pearl Eye || Ch. 1

~ Angler!Wes x Mermaid!Jay Kay ~

Word count: 2.7K

What started as a simple late night cast for supper had slowly snowballed into something much, much more.

This is crazy.

Wes was dripping wet with icy cold sea water. His winter coat was shouldered off. People would call him a madman for dunking it in the ocean, the once pristine wool soaking in the salt, damaging it for sure. But he has a plan.

This is crazy.

His frozen hands shake as he pulls the sopping jacket over the bare shoulders of a blonde woman– a blonde thing. Whatever it was in front of him wasn't human. He wasn't sure if the winter air was playing tricks on his eyes. Ice threatened to pluck them from their sockets as the storm howled around him.

She looked human. She had human arms, they pulled the wet clothing closer to her body. Her skin was soft and kissed by the sun, glowing underneath the moonlight. Her bare chest was like that of a woman's. Wes' eyes trail down to her stomach. And that was where the similarities stop.

No legs, just a thriving extremity, sickly yellow with violent blue and pulsating rings, much like the ones in her hair. Despite her appearance, she was calm. She was silent and her clawed hands gripped at Wes' wet shirt once he collected the creature in his hands. Something inside him was drawn to this... Thing. She saved him from a watery grave. He realized after saving him from the ocean, she would have to return to the sea. To the icy cold water. Just the idea made him shiver. They didn't deserve that. He was only using some of his mind when he decided to bring the thing home, wrapping her in a water soaked jacket to keep her from drying out. He promised the silent creature warm waters. The extra body (and the extra water) weighed on his aching body heavily, but Wes persisted. He felt that his limbs had frozen after his refreshing dunk, they creaked and popped underneath him, but he ignored it until he reached home.It wasn't too far now. Since he moved to the beach-side town, he decided a place nearby would be best for fishing. guess he got what he wanted. Theft wasn't common around these parts, so Wes had no reason to lock his front door, which came in handy, because he was sure he'd accidentally drop something important if he needed to find his keys.

He barreled through his tiny living room, stumbling through his hallway and bedroom and into his attached bathroom. With all of his strength, he lowered the creature into the tub, putting in the plug and setting the water to an appropriate temp for them, not too hot, not too cold.

Finally, Wes was allowed to collapse to the floor, his back pressed against the sink while he caught his breath. His icy blue eyes watched the thing in his tub. She was interested in the running water, crawling over it's own tail to get it's face closer, until she was practically face-to-face against a waterfall.

A delighted shiver ran up her body once the warm water touched the base of her human spine. She suddenly made the first noise Wes had heard from her, startling him a bit once she trilled with joy.

This... is crazy, He agreed for the third and final time. But he already had the creature in his house, so, might as well get used to it.

Wes' body was suddenly wracked with a violent shudder of his own. He wrapped his arms around his body, pulling his knees close to his chest so he could rest his chin. His shirt was still wet, and very cold, and it stuck to his body uncomfortably. If he were alone, he would've stripped. He didn't want to make his guest uncomfortable. And his body aches too terribly to move anywhere. So he stayed on the floor, sick and cold.

Everything ached. There was a pulsing pain in his muscles, and a throbbing so violently behind his eyes he was afraid it would pop them out of his skull. Wes watched lazily from the crook of his arm, the lady-thing in his bathtub enjoying the water.

Mermaid, His brain shrieked. But that was impossible, He retorted back. And yet, here she was.

The blonde felt his staring, and stared back. Wes' head tilted to the side, and her's did the same. The wet hair in her face moved along with it, and allowed Wes to see the rest of her face. One eye, bright as the sea she rescued him from, the other eye was closed, staying that way even when she grew bored of their staring contest, and went back to tinkering with the shampoo bottle on the side of the tub.

"What are you?" Wes murmured. She didn't hear him, or ignored him. He unraveled from his little ball of pain, crawling on his hands and knees over to the tub lip. This caught her attention. She watched closely, allowing Wes' hand to touch the warm water, and dive lower near her tail. "You're not human. You're not a fish, either."

He wasn't sure why he was acting so impulsively. His sickness was poisoning his brain. He wanted desperately to touch her tail. If she was a mermaid, her tail wasn't anything like in the shows or books. It wasn't scaly, moreso fleshy.

His fingertips grazed near where her thighs would be. The touch to her sensitive tail made the creature twitch, and Wes quickly took back his hand, not wanting to upset them, and also being odded out by its texture.

"Not like any fish I've seen."

It was... Not fish-like at all. The texture was something more akin to flesh, but far more slick and squishy. "Kind of like some octopus species I've read about... You're not venomous, are you?"

The creature sniffed at Wes' hand. The act was uncanny to the man, seeing such a human face act so... Animalistic.

Her hand came out of the water, gently tracing his palm with her claws, before they came between his digits, clasping his hand with hers. Wes didn't say a thing, instead silently staring down at the woman.

She chitters some more, then her hand is replaced with her forehead. Despite the rest of his body still running cold from his deep swim in the ocean, his palm was warm. She cooed and rubbed her head against his open hand, reminding Wes a lot like a street cat he occasionally fed. It was... Cute. Not even the purring was missed, a small sound vibrated from her throat, just like the smaller animals were so known for.

He talks to the air, the creature in his hand obviously not interested in what he had to say, more than his open palm. "This is all... So much." Wes sighed, taking back his hand. The woman-thing slipped against the lip of the tub, trying to follow without success. The hand that once caressed her face pressed against his forehead, trying to calm the ache in his head that was suddenly twice as loud as before. He groaned in pain and pulled away. "I'm too tired for this."

He pulls his hand against the rest of his face until it settled over his mouth. She watched him curiously with a wide, innocent eye.

He was beginning to get the sinking realization of what's really happened tonight. He fell out of his boat, almost drowning in the sea. He was rescued by some woman of the ocean, but he was most definitely missing his bait and tackle, and his prized boat. He loved that boat...

And now he had this fish lady in his bathtub, and he was showing symptoms of a cold. Dear God.

"I can't stay like this," Wes groaned standing up with twin pops in his knees. "I need to get to bed. Uh..." He pointed a reluctant finger at his tub. "Just... Stay here, please?" The creature looked at him with a wide eye as Wes backed away from the bathtub. His shoulder hits against the doorframe, following with a stumble outside of the bathroom. He's able to shut the door itself before collapsing into bed.

He's still cold. His legs are shaking, wet, sticky clothes melting into his body like a second skin. It takes too much effort to peel it all off until he's down to his true bare body. It's all thrown to the floor in a sopping mess on the carpet. He'll carr about that tomorrow.

Wes doesn't like sleeping naked, but it's better than the alternative. Right now, he felt like he'd rather die than stand up and put on new clothes. His arms can barely bring him up against his pillows, his soft blanket encapsulating his aching body. The sheets and blanket aren't warm, but it feels like fire on his flesh, but he still continues to shake. His eyelids are too heavy to stay open, so lays in bed with his eyes closed, listening to the howling wind, inhuman chirps, and his own labored breathing for far too long before they help him drift off to sleep. His dreams are filled with fish swimming in golden skies and white clouds, spiraling blues swallowing him whole. And that night it's like his dreams and his sleep goes on for far too long.

The creature is left alone. The silence was deafening, only broken by the single, lonely drip that occasionally came from the empty waterfall. Though the warm bucket was nice, she missed the screaming song of the sea. She missed the deep blue blanket that wrapped around her entirely. It was replaced by a painful bright white, blistering sun so much more evil than the true yellow from outside. And it was so painfully silent.

Nights like this, with the howling sky, the creature liked to hide itself in a cave on land, not far from her pod in the ocean, just in crawling distance. The song of the sky sounded so beautiful climbing it's way through the holes in the cave ceiling. She could stay there for hours listening to it's song, even once her tail shriveled up , it took so much to leave the wonderful noise.

For the first time in her life, she'd never seen water so still. If she held her breath, she could watch the ripples in the water around her disappear, and leave her to her lonesome. She allowed herself to breathe to meet them again.

There wasn't much to do in this tiny sea. She felt extremely bored, a feeling she didn't expect to meet with again. She was sure once that land thing took her into it's arms, she would've been a goner, just like the others from her pod that were never seen again. But the moment It gave her their skin, soaked in the blood of her home, she wasn't sure what to think then. And It put her in this tiny ocean, and her body was kissed with the warmth she missed from so long ago. They held her hand. It wasn't much different from her own. But it was so naked. No claws to protect, no webbing to swim with. So similar, but so different.

Surely, a predator wouldn't be so kind.

The pair of things in front of her, mirroring on each side of the waterfall. She'd seen them before. The land folk used them to move their giant wooden whales. That's what It used before to make the waterfall start, then stop. How did they do it? The water was going cold. She missed it's warmth, she wanted it back so desperately, but as much as she pulled and wiggled the little contraptions, the tiny drops of water didn't stop, as her actions were all in vain.

The water was cold now.

During one of her silent fits, her ears picked up a new noise. Far away, like the call of a creature from the sky. But this came from her side, not above, from behind that wooden wall. It wasn't familiar at all, but she would acquaint it with the conversation between two whales. But it was speaking alone, no one to call back. So it continued to sing alone, almost deep enough for the creature to feel it in her bones.

Ah! Another body! Surely, it had to be the land folk from before.

Her body fought near desperately against the slippery walls of her man-made sea. Her claws were no help against the smooth silvery feeling of the bucket she was in. Triumphantly, the creature had made it halfway out, before a slip caused her to tumble outside of the bucket, onto the much colder beach floor below.

She'd been outside of the ocean before. She didn't enjoy how heavy her body felt without the gentle hand of the ocean to help carry her. Luckily, her arms were strong. She was able to carry herself across the room, and to the wooden wall. Something shiny caught her eye. She wanted it. It was stuck to the wall, and jiggled when she grabbed at it. A lucky twist allowed her to open the "wall", and she slipped against the floor again.

It opened to a brand new world. She was in here earlier before, for the blink of an eye. It was dark now, and that whale song from before was much louder, and much more painful on the ear. She slipped through the frame, despising the feeling of the fur underneath her, against her tail. She knew what she had to do, and her tail slipped off easily, laying in the door frame as she crawled away.

She hated "this" even more than the land's weight, her "land tails". They were so awkward, and so hard to use. They were supposed to let her move like the land folk, but it was so terribly tricky to do. It was hard enough to balance on three limbs, but two? Forget it. Although there was a way of moving with her now "four" limbs, it was quick, it was easy, and she liked to do it, and it didn't hurt as much as it did to crawl with her tail on.

She followed the noise, crawling onto something soft but firm. It didn't give away underneath her, and felt much more pleasant than the floor. As she expected from following the whale sounds, she found that land folk from before, asleep, making such terrible noises while it slept on it's back.

It's face was red, making even worse noises between the loud droning, as if choking on the same air it breathed. They were covered with the same softness she was standing on. Digging it up, she found the rest of it's body underneath, bare of the skin it was wearing before... That wasn't strange, though. She'd seen their kind strip of their flesh time and time again, much like how she could strip from her tail. They're supposed to do it before coming underwater, she's understood. But how come this one didn't? Maybe they die if they don't, which was what brought her to saving his life that night.

She dug up more of the softness... Oh, she'd seen that before. The males of her species had things similar to it. They must've been a male, too.

She also found warmth, warmth the thing didn't have before when they first met. It felt... Wonderful. She wanted it. So the creature fixed herself underneath the softness like he was, mirroring it's body. She buried herself underneath it, making sure it was fixed just like it was before she disrupted it. And she came closer to the land folk. He was much warmer now, but there was a soft tremble to his body. She clung to his body with hers. The warmth between them mixed, and subconsciously, the land folk melted against her, shuddering and sighing in his sleep. Her clawed hands were careful not to scare his delicate skin as she held him closer, enjoying his warmth and allowing him to do the same to her. Her body became heavy, not due to the weight of the dry world, but due to another reason, and the creature allowed herself to fall asleep next to him. As she drifted to another new, and exciting world, she found that the man next to her had stopped his dreadful whale call, thankfully.

#fics #💙 / feels like i'm in love again #// london calling #mermaid au #safe shipping #safeship community #f/o x s/i #self ship fic #weather report #wes bluemarine #jojo oc #jjba oc #proshippers dni

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blushcoloreddreams · 11 months ago

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17 ways to add small smiles in your life

Hello my friend!

For the past year I’ve had a pretty busy and I’ll dare say boring routine with not a lot of time for great adventures. So I think that the best way to not feel overwhelmed, burnt out or whenever I begin struggling in life, I always begin looking for ways to infuse more joy and smiles into my life. As I've pondered this issue, I've come to believe that the joy in our lives can be greatly enhanced by something that I like to call "Small Smiles."

Small smiles are different from the ones that come from seeing a long lost friend, winning a competition, or achieving our goals. Small smiles aren't extremely memorable or life-changing, but they DO matter.

Small smiles arrive when you have a good hair day, or when you get a small discount on your regular coffeeshop order. These smiles aren't momentous or incredible, but they DO add to the overall joy of life.

Today, I wanted to write our list about all the ways we can begin adding more "small smiles" to our days

1. Wear your favorite smell

This is one of my FAVORITE life hacks ever. Apply a small amount of Vaseline or petroleum jelly to your wrists, and spray the area with your favorite scent. As you go about your day, take a minute to pause and take a sniff of your favorite smell. It will ALWAYS make you happy.

Also, don't be ashamed of the smell you choose! I always have a good dash of "flowebomb" or “miss Dior” on my body, even though people seem them as basic / overused perfumes but I believe they are classics for a reason.

2. Enjoy the sky

I know this one sounds really weird, but bear with me. So, a fun fact about me is that one of favorite "feature" of Creation is the sky. I cannot get enough of looking at the clouds, stars, the moon, sunrises, sunsets, or chunky and thunderous rain clouds.

I think all humans need to take time to reconnect with nature: it's good to be reminded of how tiny we are, and how gorgeous the world is. So maybe your version of "enjoying the sky" is actually taking a walk by a river or buying a bouquet of flowers. Whatever it is, just take some time to get in touch with the world.

3. Dream about your FUTURE

Whenever I think about the names of my nonexistent future children, or the places I want to travel, I can't help but smile. It can be unhealthy to live exclusively in the future, BUT, a nice dreaming session can be truly uplifting. Dreaming about the future gives us hope, excitement, and even a little bit of motivation. Take time to dream, no matter how crazy the dream is

4. Wear your FAVORITE outfit

Alright friends, this is pretty obvious, but wearing our favorite clothing will often make us smile! Do you remember when you were a kid, and your mom could NOT stop you from wearing the same pink dress every day for a week? Well, even though we're adults, it can still be whimsical and fun to have a "favorite" outfit. Don't worry about it being stylish or trendy: just make sure you feel happy in it.

5. Sit on the floor and play with your dog... or cat... chinchilla… or fish? *

Okay, maybe I'm just really spoiled because every night while chilling in my bed my cat will come for snuggles, every time I get anywhere close to him. think, even just passing to get a cup of water , my cat begins to heads towards me and ask for some affectionl. He’s just so awesome and excited every time I'm showing signs of "play."

Whenever I need some joy, I plop down on the ground and pet him a bit or I’ll play with some wand to help him play hunt. I would highly recommend that if you have a pet, or you know someone who has a pet, take time to enjoy those amazing emotional and mental benefits.

6. Send a meme to your "person"

I have a friend who routinely sends me memes, just to reach out and connect. It ALWAYS brings a small smile to my face. So, instead of waiting around for other people to send you memes, try sending some to your friends, significant other, or sister. Enjoy all the guaranteed small smiles to come.

7 Make small talk with a cashier

Even when I'm grumpy, it can be really life-giving to chat with people when I'm going about my errands. Avoiding social interactions always makes me grumpier. A small chat, even about the weather can truly bring a small smile to our face.

8. Clean your kitchen

It wouldn't be a one of my posts without a call to clean our kitchens! Whenever I look down at an empty sink, I can't help but feel a small smile coming up on my face. Firstly, it's very freeing to get the chores done, but secondly, it always makes me feel like I've accomplished something with my life!

Indulging in my routines and enjoying the mundanity of life always makes me smile. It's important to realize that funny, happy, or sweet things aren't the only things that will make us smile. Accomplishing things and putting things into order will ALSO make us smile

9. Be bold in ONE area

This one will be different for everyone. I truly think that many of us are constantly walking around with something on our minds that we're avoiding. Today, I encourage you to take a step towards boldness in that area: for me, this often means dealing with a stack of papers, or cleaning out my DM's.

Being bold doesn't only apply to kissing someone, standing up for yourself, or asking for a promotion: it applies to the boring parts of life too. Take charge, be bold, and enjoy the smiles.

10. Change your phone background

A good phone clean-out does WONDERS for the soul. Now, I need to do this more than anyone... I have the bad habit of letting old unnecessary photos and screen shots pile up and you're talking to "Miss 30 unopened chats ." But in the meantime, I think it can be really good to just switch up our phone backgrounds to something that will give us a small smile.

For awhile, my phone background was a photo of a rococo castle that I liked.. It was kind of busy and nerdy looking, but honestly, we can't help what makes us smile!

11. Be weird

I was a really weird kid: I was completely socially aware, BUT I had a strange sense of humor and I had pretty odd interests like deep sea animals and geishas. I truly feel like that childhood weirdness lingers just beneath the surface of my personality.

There is just something about life that is so absolutely WEIRD to me. Seriously, Life is wacky. It's unpredictable, crazy, and weird. I say that we embrace this weirdness, and indulge our unique qualities and unpredictable traits. Don't spend your life trying to fit in: embrace the weird, and enjoy the small smiles that follow.

12. Switch up your commute

I think it's easy to get stuck in our routines. I think life can feel boring and mundane when we fail to seek out adventure and explore the world right in front of us. Maybe tomorrow, on the way home, try to take the long way, or stop to get a coffee. Take a different way home and try to mix up your routine. Even a small glimpse of something new can be enough to ignite a small smile.

13. Go for a walk

I know, I know... EVERY blog suggests this. But I have to say friend, if everyone is giving this advice, it might be because it's THE best advice. Take a page from Elizabeth Bennett's book (LOL) and learn to take a walk. I do this when I need to get my heart pumping, and it ALWAYS makes me smile. It's just nice to get moving and go on an adventure.

14. Wrap up in a HUGE blanket

Specially in the colder months or just a rainy day, I seriously think that a good "cocoon session" is something that everyone needs to do once in a while. There's something so comforting and calming about wrapping up in cozy blanket. Maybe it takes us all back to the comfort of the womb LOL.

Smiles can happen during moments of connection, accomplishment, and peace, and cocooning DEFINITELY helps us achieve peace. Bonus points? Add a cup of tea, coffee or hot chocolate

15. Spend time baking

Baking brings confidence, AND sugar highs. It is the perfect combination to help us achieve the small smile. Besides, it’s something fun to do with friends and family.

16. Embrace it when "things go wrong"

I have a loooooooooot of weaknesses. I do. I'm fearful, needy, lazy, and so much more. BUT, I do have one thing going for me: I have always been able to embrace the mistakes in life. Whenever something doesn't work out, I always like to say that it's because it "wasn't meant to be." I think I find a lot of joy and peace in the idea that everything is under control and that God is workin on my behalf, even when things go wrong.

Embracing the weird is just like embracing the mistakes. I think that when we flip trouble on its head, we can really begin to enjoy life and smile

17. Sing out loud

This is my final piece of advice: I really find a lot of joy in the act of singing loudly in my car to old songs. There's something very positive about releasing our voices and emotions. Even the nostalgia of music from our youth can really bring about a lot of smiles! So yes, please blast that T-Swift, and sing OUT LOUD!

#personal #level up #femininity #personal development #feminine #traditional femininity #feminine energy

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fagsex · 1 year ago

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the literary subtext you are studying in. the rainbow fish. dude the book is about sharing it is a childrens book about how there is a fish who is very pretty and has everything, but is very rude and has no friends and is sad. so he talks to someone, who encourages him to share. and he finds it makes him feel better to share and bring joy to those around him. it's a kids book about the strength of caring and sharing. yeah the fucking scales made him special, and they made him believe he was better than everyone because of those things.

if you want to connect it to that gifted shit, fine, lets do it. the rainbow fish was told by everyone around him he was special, more special than the others, in a very material way. being told this made him feel like he was, in fact, better than his peers for a way that literally doesnt matter. he began to treat his peers poorly because of this material reason. he made everyone around him upset because he perceived his superiority over them. he could not make friends this way, and could not understand why, until he was informed that you cant put down others constantly and expect them to want to hang with you. to bring back to that gifted shit, the scales are like intelligence at a young age i suppose. instead of hoarding it and floating around on being better, he shared it. he made everyone else MORE special, not himself LESS special. and the perceived special nature was in fact extremely material and did not in any way matter. he did not degrade his value by sharing with others, he raised theirs. and if you want to keep this in metaphor with being some gifted kid, fine! bring others up to your level, dont think of it as stooping down to theirs. you still have an unearned and undeserved superiority complex, you and that random anon i saw on a post two fucking years ago.

if you want the subtext thats fine, but accept it. the point is not he is losing what makes him special, he is helping everyone else feel that way too. i am sorry but sharing and not degrading others is in fact a good thing. this isnt extremely well written or structured because i nevet thought i would have to be arguing about the literary subtext of the childrens book the rainbow fish but ill do it again until you guys understand that not everythings about you. and not every kids book has to have some underlying message that makes you feel bad. and if you think it does, that's on you. cmon now!

#emergency broadcast system

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adenvs3000w23 · 2 years ago

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The Pros and Cons of Anthropomophization

In an earlier post I briefly mentioned how anthropomorphizing animals can be used in nature interpretation. But I also realized how this tool has proven to be a double-edged sword in many cases.

For example, am animal with a cartoony or human-like expression. This is one way that one can interpret nature, by giving it human characteristics to make humans relate stronger to an ecosystem interaction.

Scientists are extremely wary of applying human characteristics to animal subjects, and for good reason. A cat does not experience emotion and life experiences like language in the same way as humans. The brain of a mouse or a parrot or a fish is worlds apart from the brain of a human. they are not human and never can be. To think that a cat can do everything a human can is untrue, and has bad implications for the health of the cat. For example, some people have tried to make their cat vegetarian, completely ignoring the fact that cats are hyper-carnivorous, which means they can only get nutrients from meat.

Anthropomorphizing usually applies to explaining animal behaviours through the lens of human thoughts and emotions. For example, when humans smile, a wider grin is associated with joy, laughter and otherwise positive emotions. However, the same is not true for apes. When chimp "smile," they are expressing fear, with a wider grin usually expressing aggression (Lietman 2022). In spite of this, many artwork in many media use this nervous grin to illustrate joyful concepts like laughter and tomfoolery. This misrepresents animal behaviour, and, more concerning, is the way that the animals might have been handled for the sake of a photoshoot.

However, anthropomorphization, though never something to be endorsed in scientific practice, can still be useful in art and nature interpretation.

One successful way in which it has been used is the 1940s Disney classic, Bambi. With its anthropomorphic animal characters and gorgeous backgrounds, the movie inspired early conservation movements. However, the movies impact was a double-edged sword as this led to deer hunting being stigmatized. Contrary to popular opinion, deer hunting plays an impotant roll in conservation efforts due to the hunter's concern for the environment as a source of sport or livelihood. In addition, deer hunting helps control the population growth of deer how deer hunting may curb the spread of the devastating chronic wasting disease, as well as lessen the impact of overpopulation on plant life.

The 2006 Warner Bros' Happy Feet anthropomorphizes the animals to bring attention to environmental issues like plastic pollution. In the film, a macaroni penguin named Lovelace wore a pack ring around his head which became stuck around his neck. Although the penguin first believed the ring gifted him with special abilities, he later starts to suffocate from the plastic shrinking around his neck. The strife of the penguin character stuck in my dads mind for many years to come, and since he seen the movie, he would always cut the plastic pack rings with scissors before disposing of them. Though cutting the rings doesn't do too much to protect sea animals from plastic, it's is a small change that can slightly lessen the harmfulness to the material to seagoing animals.

References:

Lietman, Anna. (2022, April 30). Chimp Faces: Noticing and Reading Facial Expressions. Project Chimps https://projectchimps.org/reading_facial_expressions/

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sols-dreigroschen-blog · 1 year ago

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i just watched a recording of the 2004 St. Pauli Theater staging of Threepenny Opera and I LOVED it!

it made me squeal with joy on several occasions, because it was so chaotic in that special way only live theatre can be, and it made me notice how much i miss being on stage...

i really loved the casting for Mackie, he was very charming and fun - maybe a little too lovable? idk i feel like he lacked a tad bit of edge, he was just charming and fun without that certain barely hidden dangerousness, but overall i really enjoyed his performance

Polly was pretty good too, it was a very bold and assertive Polly, but in a very charming way, we stan

i didn't like the look of the Jonathan in this either, and i am not sure how i like the interpretation of the character yet, he was very brash and also pretty violent, and it definitely worked in that staging, but i imagine him very different - more of a soft-spoken, sly, sleazy type rather than rough. the actor really killed it tho

(also what is it with nothing i watch ever getting the Jonathan right? i have yet to see an adaption where i like the way the Jonathan looks)

Celia was absolutely flawless, i loved every second of her on stage, especially those with Jonathan, she was SASSY she was FUN she was DRAMATIC truly a delight

i'm not sure yet what i feel about the Jenny, she was very desolate and miserable, which... i understand where they went with that portrayal, and the actress did a great job, but i like the more feisty and bold Jenny a lot more

Brown was fine, a little boring maybe; Filch was cool but had very little stage time; Lucy was kind of eh to me

Mackie's men were absolutely the best! they were cast in a very funny way where they were of descending heights (kind of like the Daltons?), also one of them had a pretty thick Swabian accent for NO reason and i was howling with laughter every time he spoke, they were also very chaotic and had a lot of slapstick-y scenes which looked SO fun to play!

the stage was extremely minimalist, which i personally LOVE and also think worked really well here, the costumes were kind of bland? like not much going on there, vaguely first half of the 20th century, rather ordinary clothes, they didn't exactly bring anything to the play but they also didn't distract from it, not that memorable overall

it was an unusally straight laced staging of a Brecht play in my opinion, with surprisingly little Brechtian Verfremdungs-shenanigans - it had the songs, and the scene instructions, but overall it was a rather immersive musical comedy experience, at least for me. and i liked that! sometimes i just want to enjoy the story, sorry Bertolt

some of my favourite details included the Swabian accent of the guy in Mackie's gang, Celia just vibing while Jonathan sings the Anstatt-Dass-Song, Mackie having some glitter left over from Ballade vom angenehmen Leben and just throwing it in the air when he escapes from jail, the Liebeslied being accompanied by Mac and Polly AGGRESSIVELY stripping, the running gag of Matt(?) getting his nose hurt, Polly and Lucy just wordlessly screaming in Eifersuchtsduett, the adorable way Mac and Polly couldn't leave their hands off each other, Polly imitating the Swabian accent at one point, Jonathan threatening to fall off the stage when he demonstrates the blind beggar to Filch, Jakob having a paper fish stuck to his face during a part of the wedding scene and Mackie playing the accordion on stage while he sings the first stanza of Zuhälterballade

also the stage curtain said Bloody Bertie's Dreigroschenoper which MWAH

#it had school theatre vibes in THE BEST WAY #also holy shit i want to be on stage again SO bad #die dreigroschenoper #threepenny opera

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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 19

Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 19 - This Venerable One Will Tell You a Story

The girl was extremely pale, with an oval face and round eyes which were especially attractive. She was wearing a light pink skirt, her hair tied back. She looked like a young woman. She rubbed her eyes blankly in the dark, looking from side to side.

"Where am I. . .?"

Chu Wanning said: "You are in Return to Truth barrier I set up."

The girl was taken aback and said fearfully: "Who are you? Why is it so dark here? I can't see you, who's talking?"

Chu Wanning replied: "Did you forget?. . . You're already dead."

The girl's eyes widened: "I'm. . . I. . ."

Slowly, she remembered.

Lowering her head, she folded her hands across her chest. She murmured in a soft, unwavering voice: "I. . . I'm already dead. . ."

"Only souls can come to the Return to Truth barrier. Here, their hatred will be eliminated. No matter whether the dead person has transformed into a vicious ghost or an ordinary spirit, they will retain their original and personality appearance, known as their 'Return to Truth.'"

The girl was frozen for a while as if she was gradually remembering the past. Abruptly, she dropped her face and silently wept.

Chu Wanning said: "Have. . . you been wronged?"

The young girl sobbed: "Are you King Yan*? Or Bai Wuchang*? Are you here to avenge me?"

*(T/N: King Yan [阎王爷] is the one to judge the dead while Bai Wuchang [白无常] is one of the deities to escort spirits to the underworld)

Chu Wanning held his forehead and said: ". . . I'm not King Yan or Bai Wuchang."

The girl sobbed quietly. Chu Wanning was quiet for a while and didn't speak. He waited until her cries calmed down a bit and then said: "But I am here to help you air your grievances."

When the girl heard this, she choked and raised her gaze, and said with a mixture of joy and sorrow: "Then you really are Lord Yama*!"

*(T/N: Same person as King Yan)

". . ." Chu Wanning decided not to continue this topic with her and instead asked: "Do you know what you've done after you died?"

"I don't know. . . not really. I just remember that I was so, so sad. I wanted to get revenge. . . I wanted to go to them. . . I wanted to find him again. . ."

When the soul had just awakened, it would take a minute for all their memories to return to them, but it didn't matter. Chu Wanning patiently asked her: "Who did you want to go to?"

The girl whispered: "My husband, Chen Bohuan."

Chu Wanning was astonished. Chen Boyuan - wasn't that the name of the eldest son of the Chen family?

He asked: "What. . . what's your name? Where are you from?"

The power of Tianwen was infused with this illusionary barrier, and the dead who entered would almost always talk honestly with Chu Wanning. Therefore, the girl replied: "I'm a concubine, Luo Xianxian. I'm from Caidie Town."

"Before I came, I read the analects of Caidie Town. There are more than 500 households in this town, and there's no Luo family. Who is your father?"

The girl slowly remembered the details, her eyes filling with even more sadness: "My father used to be a scholar in the village. He was my father-in-law's brother-in-law's close friend. A few years, he contracted tuberculosis and passed away. Then I was the only one left from my family."

"Then why did you die?"

The young girl froze for a moment and then she sobbed: "I had no other option but to die. They, they lied to my father and stole the secret recipe for the butterfly fragrance powder. They beat me and scolded me, threatened me, and told me to leave Caidie Town. I. . . I'm a weak woman, where else could I go? I didn't have a single relative left in this world. . . The world is so big, where could I go? Apart from the Underworld, where else could I go? Where would there be room for me. . ."

After she recalled the events of her life, she seemed to have infinite bitterness and sorrow in her heart, She was desperate to talk to someone. Chu Wanning didn't even have to ask anything else, she slowly continued on her own.

It turned out that Luo Xianxian lost her mother when she was young. She heard from his father that she had an older brother, but her brother was separated from them in the chaos of the Lower Cultivation Realm, and they never saw him again so she didn't know whether he was dead or alive. When her elder brother was lost, Luo Xianxian wasn't even a year old, still in swaddling clothes. Later, she tried to remember her elder brother, but she still had no recollection of him.

There were only two people left in the Luo family were Xianxian and her father. The father and daughter depended on each other. They wandered around and finally built a small house in Caidie Town and lived there.

That year, Luo Xianxian was five years old. The Chen family's oldest son, Chen Bohuan, was two years older than her.

At that time, the Chen family hadn't made its fortune. Several members of the family lived in a two-bedroom earth-rammed hut. An orange tree was planted by the low wall of the small courtyard. In autumn, the tree was full of fruit and it grew over the low wall and snuck into the Luo family's yard.

Luo Xianxian tilted her head. The branches full of oranges looked like lanterns during the Lantern Festival. She was shy and introverted. She didn't play with others. She was always alone. She would dutifully be peeling some beans, raising her head from time to time and peeking at the orange tree peeking over from the Chen family's yard.

The oranges were temptingly yellow, and against the sunlight, you could almost taste the sweet and sour fullness of their juice.

Luo Xianxian looked eagerly, gulping and swallowing from time to time. Her cheeks were sore from the cravings.

But she never reached out to pick one. Her dad was a scholar who had been inferior to her father-in-law's brother-in-law. He failed the exam, but he didn't lose his backbone. His sour scholar brain was probably hurting but he always coached his daughter to be a "gentleman."

At the age of three, Luo XianXian knew that wealth couldn't be lusted after and poverty couldn't be changed. She never reached out to pick the oranges that were close at hand, even though she craved for them.

One night, Luo Xianxian sat in the courtyard humming and washing clothes by the moonlight.

Her father wasn't very strong, so he had to go to bed early. The poor man’s child had to take charge of the house. The little girl rolled up her sleeves, soaked her thin arms in the barrel, and rubbed her face earnestly.

Suddenly a hoarse cough came from the door, and a young man covered in blood staggered in and stared at her.

The little girl was so frightened that she even forgot to scream.

The young man's face was dirty and bloody, but his eyebrows were very handsome. The two people stood frozen staring at each other for a while. In the end, the young man couldn't stand up anymore. He sat down slowly against the base of the wall, panting, and said hoarsely: "Bring some water."

Xu was that kind of young man who didn't look like a bad person or perhaps Luo Xianxian was simply too kind-hearted. Although afraid, she still ran back to the house, made a cup of tea, and held it up to the young man's mouth.

The young man wasn't very polite. He threw back his drink, then wiped the corner of his mouth. Rolling his eyes back, he stared at Luo Xianxian's pretty face. His eyes glazed over and he didn't speak for a while.

He didn't speak, Luo Xianxian didn't either, she just blinked timidly. She held her hands at a distance she thought was safe enough and sized up the stranger.

". . . You look like an old friend of mine." The young man suddenly grinned, squinted his eyes and smiled eerily. With the bloodstains on his face, it was really quite terrifying. "Especially the eyes, they're so round. It looks like you could gouge them out, stick it in your fingers and swallow it in one bite."

When he said such horrible words so plainly, even with a little smile, Luo Xianxian trembled even more, and subconsciously covered her eyes.

The young man said: "Heh, clever girl. Just cover them up. Don't keep staring at me. I can't control my own hands."

He spoke casually with a northern accent.

Moonlight fell into the courtyard. The young man licked his chapped lips and suddenly saw the orange tree stretching into the yard. For some reason, his eyes lit up. His pupils flashed in the light, the lustre brightening for a moment before dimming back down. He raised his chin and motioned.

"Girl."

Luo Xianxian: ". . ."

"Pick an orange and peel it for me."

Luo Xianxian finally spoke up. Her voice was soft, slightly trembling, but she didn't hesitate to say: "Sir, that's not my family's fruit tree. It belongs to someone else. I can't pick one."

The young man was taken aback. She wasn't sure what went through his mind but his face slowly sank.

"I told you to pick one. I want to eat an orange. Pick it for me!" The last phrase was harsh like he spat it out through his teeth. Luo Xianxian shuddered, still stubbornly stood her ground.

The little girl was soft-natured, but her bones were the same as her stubborn father.

"I won't."

The young man's eyes narrowed. He raised his nose, his expression changing: "Do you know who you're talking to, brat?"

"If you want to have some water, I-I'll pour it for you. If you want to eat, there's some food inside, but the orange tree isn't mine. I can't pick it. Father said taking something without asking is stealing. I'm a gentleman. Wealth can't be lusted after and poverty can't be changed. You can't fish. . ."

In her rambling, she started talking about fish instead. The half-grown girl blushed. She insisted on what her father had taught herself and ended up completely fumbling her words, but under the young man's gaze, she was violently trembling, and her legs were weak.

The young man was speechless.

Hearing such a little kid, especially a young girl, say things as odd as "taking without asking is stealing", "wealth can't be lusted after and poverty can't be changed", and - and "I'm a gentleman"?? pfff, he normally wouldn't be able to stop himself from laughing out loud.

But he couldn't laugh.

On the contrary, there was a strong resentment in his chest and his heart was being crushed like it was being trampled by a horse.

"I hate your kind, so-called. . ." He supported himself on the wall, shakily rising to his feet, and hissed out: "Good man, gentleman, hero, benevolent."

Under Luo Xianxian's horrified gaze, he slowly moved his injured foot, he moved over to the orange tree. He looked up, sniffed the smell of the orange tree almost greedily, and then a red gleam of rage flashed in his eyes. Before Luo Xianxian could react, he climbed the tree, shaking it, trampling, kicking, and hitting its branches.

All the oranges on the branch crackled and fell to the ground, rolling away. The young man's smile was twisted and he shouted wantonly: "Taking something without asking is stealing! Wealth can't be lusted after! The mighty never yield!"

"Sir! What are you doing! Stop! Dad! Dad!"

Luo Xianxian hadn't wanted to call for her father. Her father was a weak, powerless scholar so there wasn't much he could do. But she was a little girl after all, and she was so terrified that she finally broke down.

"What are you shouting about! Your dad can come out and I'll cut him down too!"

The little girl was scared silly. Small water droplets rimmed her round eyes, tears forming.

The Chen family next door went to a neighbouring village to visit relatives so the whole family was away. No one could stop this lunatic.

The little madman shook the oranges all over the ground and still wasn't satisfied. He stomped on the ground several times, crushing several oranges, growing ferocious. She didn't know where he found the strength, but he jumped over the wall and flipped into the Chen's yard. In the courtyard, he found an axe and chopped down the whole tree. Then he turned around and cackled.

He laughed and laughed then abruptly stopped. From his squat, he straightened himself, staring blankly in a daze.

Suddenly, he turned his head and waved to Luo Xianxian: "Girl, come here."

". . ." Luo Xianxian didn't move. She was frozen to the spot, the little cloth shoes embroidered with yellow flowers digging into the ground.

Seeing her hesitating, the young man calmed down his voice and said as sweetly as he could, "Come here. I have a treat for you."

"I. . . I don't. . . no, I don't want to go. . ." Luo Xianxian mumbled. Before she finished speaking, the young man suddenly grew irate again——

"If you don't come here, I'll go into your house and slice up your father!"

Luo Xian trembled harshly but finally took small steps towards him.

The young man squinted at her: "Hurry up, I'm not waiting all day."

Luo Xianxian lowered her head and moved towards him. When she was still a few steps away, he suddenly stretched out his hand and violently pulled her over. Luo Xianxian let out a scream, but it only reached the back of her throat before something was shoved into her mouth to gag her. The young man stuffed an orange into her mouth. It wasn't peeled or washed, but covered in the dirt and pushed into her mouth.

The young man tried to force her to eat it in one bite. The orange split open and was rotten inside. Half her face was covered in the rotten fruit, but the lunatic was still smiling. He crushed the fruit into her face, stuffing it into her mouth that she was desperately trying to keep closed.

"Aren't you a gentleman? I thought you didn't eat stolen food. So what are you eating now? Huh? What are you eating now!"

"Haaa. . . no. . . I don't want. . . dad. . .dad. . ."

"Swallow it." The young man narrowed his eyes and stuffed the last bit of fruit into Luo Xianxian's mouth. His pupils gleamed with an eerie light and he shuddered. "Swallow it!"

He watched Luo Xianxian forcibly swallow the orang. She muffledly choked out "Dad". The young man was silent for a while, then he suddenly smiled.

That smile was more terrifying than his hideous face.

He stroked Luo Xianxian's hair with satisfaction, squatting in front of her, and said softly: "What are you calling your dad for? Shouldn't you be called out to me? Isn't the orange I gave you sweet? Was it delicious?"

With that, he picked up another one off the ground.

This time, he didn't stuff it in her mouth. He carefully peeled off the orange peel and cleaned off all the white piths attached to it. Then he wiped his hands, broke off a piece, and brought it to Luo Xianxian's lips. He whispered: "If you like it, eat some more."

Luo Xianxian knew that she had encountered a madman today. She had no choice but to lower her head and silently ate the orange that the madman handed her. The sweet and sour juice melted down her throat and her stomach churned. . .

The young man squatted there, feeding her slices of oranges. He seemed to feel better and even started to gently hum a song.

His voice was rough, very hoarse, like a broken gust of wind, vague and inaudible. Luo Xianxian could only make out a few words.

"Three or four flowers fall into the pool, the bell chimes once or twice on the shore. The best thing is to be young, a light-footed horse, you can see the end of the world. . ."

He suddenly said: "Girl."

". . ."

"Tsk." He curled his lips and reached for Luo Xianxian's slender face, "Let me look at your eyes."

Luo Xianxian shivered. She was powerless to resist. She could only let the young man inch forward, his bloody finger coming closer and closer to her eyes.

"This is how it is," he said.

Luo Xianxian whimpered and closed his eyes. She was really afraid that this madman would, on a whim, poke out her eyes like they were fruit.

But the young man didn't poke them.

The other coldly said to her: "Didn't you teach me the saying that wealth couldn't be lusted after and poverty couldn't be changed? I've also got something to tell you."

"Hmm. . ."

"Open your eyes."

Luo Xianxian's eyes were tightly closed. The young girl laughed in exasperation and hissed: "Don't be like that. Open your eyes!"

". . . Do you think I won't be able to gouge your eyes out if you have them closed?!"

Luo Xianxian forced her round eyes open, her slender eyelashes trembling, and tears streaming down her face which looked pitiful and fearful. She wasn't sure how to make this stranger happy. He suddenly let go of her cheek, his hand lingering in the air, and then gently patted her head.

He gazed into her eyes, and a trembling smile shook from the corner of his mouth. His smile was distorted, ferocious, and just a bit miserable.

He said: "There are men in Linyi. Twenty of them are dead."

After he spoke, he turned around and his figure sank into the darkness and gradually disappeared.

Only the mess on the ground was the only evidence that such a person, covered in blood in the middle of the night, had been here.

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 2 years ago

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How do ya think masters parents would react to master bring home Mori to introduce him to them?

Hello anon, thank you for the request. This one is pretty interesting! I'm going to give the Master a pair of nice parents for this request XD

Mori Meeting Master's Parents (For the FIRST TIME!!)

- It was time. Hearts unanimously beating in your chests (for different reasons), the two of you rock up to your parents' estate- hand in hand. - Though you were anxious to see how your parents would respond to your new partner (Despite Mori being a rather decent guy, he definitely did come with some behaviours that modern-day humans could possibly struggle to understand); you had faith. No matter how they'd regard him, you'd stick wholeheartedly to your decision of choosing him until the very end. - As for Mori...well, this guy was prepared on an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT level of prepared. Donned in his finest suit of armor plated over a pristine, sparkling clean hakama (which you couldn't help but find kind of hot), his spear; and a massive assortment of teas poised by his side- this side of him looked entirely different to the blood-drenched Mori that you had grown so accustomed to seeing upon the battlefield. - "E-er, Mori...You've really gone all-out..." Worried that anxiety is what propelled him to dress so formally for the event, you attempt to reassure him; only to be responded to with a grin unlike any other; him beaming from ear-to-ear with blissful joy. - He's extremely excited to meet your parents. In fact, the reason why he has decided to go the extra mile for the visit was as a way of paying respect to your family. To Mori, you were an esteemed Lord; resulting in him wishing to regard your family with as much honor as he possibly can! - Such words put you at ease, as you prowl towards your parents' den with a regained sense of pride within your heart. - Once your parents finally open the door with anticipation; they almost leap out of their skin at the sight of Mori Nagayoshi! With his colossal height, traditional clothing and weaponry; he comes as a bit of a fright to your parents at first. - Of all the people you'd bring home...they never expected that they'd be like this! Both parents are almost in awe at how dynamic Mori looks. But then again, it was just like you to attract such interesting people. - "Kid...happen to know who that samurai hanging behind you is? I almost mistook him for a statue from the museum!!" Whilst one parent starts to banter with you both, the other one struggles to compose themselves; eyes as wide as a flailing fish. - They're even more surprised when Mori hands them the assorted teas as a gift, mouths hanging with shock at the sheer quality and range of tea; as well as the delicate wrapping paper. This instantly gives Mori some 'Parental Brownie Points'. - Finally, as you all sit down; you introduce Mori to your parents, confessing how much you care for him and how you'd like him to become a part of the family from now on. As your parents listen with rapt attention, Mori is awed by your courageous words. - You really cared for him, to the extent that you'd even face your fears to introduce him to your family...this means a great deal to Mori. Heart rushing with emotion, it literally takes all of his willpower to stop himself from hugging you right then and there! -Vowing to repay your belief in him, Mori gets a little carried away with his self introduction to your parents; even going as far as declaring, "From now on, your enemies are as good as my own! If you've got someone to kill, I'm your guy." Placing his weapon down, he bows gracefully before your parents; putting his all into his greeting! - Wide-eyed, your parents turn to you briefly in shock. Did Mori just threaten to kill people on their behalf?!! Desperate to soothe the awkward atmosphere, you simply say, "That's just his way of saying he cares!" - That's all it takes to break the ice, your parents clapping with enthusiasm at Mori's introduction; as he blushes slightly at their warm-heartedness. Sure, Mori seemed a little bit different to what they were used to; and said some pretty wild things at times, but...he was the partner you chose. And for your parents, that was enough!

END

#asks #fate series #fgo #fate grand order #mori nagayoshi #fgo headcanons #gilgablog #gilgawriting #MORI MEETS DA FAMILY!!!!

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catchmewiddershins · 4 years ago

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Hi🥺

if it's too much trouble, could I request a pt. 3 of the ‘overhearing their crush talking about them’ with oikawa, akaashi and yamaguchi?

Thanks in advance and have a nice day!💕

Haikyuu Characters Overhearing their crush talking about them - pt 3:

Includes: Oikawa, Akaashi and Yamaguchi! 💖 SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 🥺 I’m so glad you asked bcs I needed a reason to write a third part hehe

Oikawa:

He could barely keep his eyes open. Contrary to popular belief, Oikawa wasn’t a monster, he couldn’t keep pushing and pushing and never feel the consequences. Interhigh was approaching again and he was desperate to win, desperate to see the national court just one time before he left high school, desperate to prove that all of the blood, sweat and tears that he had poured into this sport wasn’t futile. So he’d stayed awake, he trained until late at night and woke before the crack of dawn to practice. And now he was feeling the toll, incapable of focusing on the words of the teacher at the front of the class, he let his mind drift, getting shocked out of his skin when the bell rang for lunch.

Floating down the corridors, he almost fell asleep standing up until he walked into a door frame. Then, as he rounded the corner he heard your voice. Oikawa had been harbouring feelings for you for a while now, ever since you’d been kind to him outside of the usual fangirl devotion - you’d helped him hide from a few of them while he was late for practice, and he’d been trying to work up the courage to confess to you. He was just... worried that you’d assume he was asking in a playboy manner, rather than from sincere feelings. Suddenly, he paused, having heard his name in passing from your conversation.

“Why do you want to go to a volleyball match? Like at interhigh?”

“Because Oikawa’s playing and I wanted to cheer him on!” There you were, you sounded so cheerful, it made his heart flutter and heat sprang to his face.

“Isn’t he that guy who’s really pretty? I hear that tons of people are swooning over him, you’ll have a lot of competition if you wanna blend in.”

“I mean yeah... he’s pretty but that’s not why I like him!”

“What, you’re different from the rest? Why do you like him then, if not his looks? They seem to be the only thing of his that are of note.”

His heart sank a little, there it was again, that focus. His hair, his eyes, his face, people complimented him on them left and right and it made him wonder if that was all he was worth - is that all he is? Just a pretty-boy athlete?

You sounded... indignant?

“I like him because of his skills, for one! Have you seen his serve? That thing looks as if it could turn my face into a pancake! And besides that, he’s such a great leader! His team clearly flourishes with him as captain, I saw one match where he couldn’t make it and they were only working at 3/4 max of the potential that Oikawa is able to draw out of them - it’s incredible! I worked on a project with him once and he was both in charge and so considerate! He’s more than his face, you know.” Your hands moved passionately and he could imagine the sparkles in your eyes as you talked, the way you occasionally did about your favourite media or facts.

He was in deep, and your rant at your friend gave him the nudge he needed to confess immediately... or maybe at interhigh.

Akaashi:

He nodded as you spoke, having been asked to help tutor you for the upcoming exam, as you had a few things that you were stuck on. He’d accepted immediately, since he was absolutely smitten with you. Nobody had been told about this, not even Bokuto, because he would tease Akaashi to kingdom come if he found out - or he’d try to set you up, which would be even worse. Gently correcting a mistake you’d made in your work, he took the time to appreciate being so close to you. Akaashi loved to spend time with you, since you’d become tentative friends due to sitting adjacent to each other in Biology, and since you occasionally came to his matches, but only when you had the time.

There was a slight noise as his phone buzzed in his pocket, and, taking it out, he saw a text from Bokuto, saying that he’d forgotten where the bibs for practice were stored and that he was outside the classroom so that Akaashi could point him in the right direction. Stepping outside with a sigh, he showed Bokuto which way the storage cupboard was, and gave him very clear directions on how to get back to the gym from there, along with another, not really that sincere, apology for having to miss practice to tutor you. However, just before he opened the door again to the spare classroom that you were working in, his ears picked up the sound of your voice, on the phone to one of your friends.

“Yes I am getting tutored by Akaashi!” His curiosity was piqued, was your friend interested in him or something? He couldn’t hear the sound from your phone speaker, but your response sent sparks through him.

“No, of course I haven’t confessed to him - It’s not like he likes me back! Besides, we are actually supposed to be working!”

“...”

“Yes, I’m sure I like him! He’s so considerate, and he explains things really well, and he always knows how to help, and he’s gorgeous.”

Oh. Oh Oh Oh! You liked him! He couldn’t stop the beaming smile that shone across his face as your conversation with your friend trailed off, leaning against the wall outside and trying to quell the ache in his cheeks that came with such a wide, lovestruck grin. His ears were pink and his eyes sparkled, and if anyone had walked past him at that moment, they’d say that he’d never looked more alive.

He walked into the classroom, glowing, and sat back down next to you before clearing his throat. He could see redness in your face as well, and mustered all his courage to do what he’d been wanting to for a while.

“Hey... I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you today and... I was wondering if... you’d maybe like to go out with me sometime?”

Your resounding yes made this the best day ever.

Yamaguchi:

It was a Saturday, sunny, warm, and boring. Yamaguchi had decided to try and pass the time by going for a quick stroll down to his favourite café, passing through a lovely green park on the way, where he walked around, looking at the different species of flower, and the fish in the ponds, throwing a few crumbs of bread to them as he passed. To be honest, the only way for the day to be more perfect would have been a backing soundtrack, then it would have felt like something directly out of a feel-good film.

Coming to a new street, he wandered past a few shops, until he came to where he’d been meaning to come. The sweets sold here were the best, and getting one, plus a lemonade, to take away while he walked was just an extremely relaxing thing to do. He was planning to go and read a book in the park, to soak up some of the sunlight and enjoy the lovely afternoon.

The bell tinkled as he pushed open the door, and his nose was caressed by the smell of baking bread and sugar. However, as he approached the front to order, he spotted you and a couple of your friends sitting in the corner, near the window, all of you nursing some cold drinks and chatting with one another. His heart jumped into his throat, the sound of it pounding in his ears. The lady at the countertop, who had got to know Yamaguchi relatively well, since he came here so often, leaned over and grinned at him.

“Do you know them?” She asked, a twinkle in her eyes. At his nod, she giggled and said to him, “Whichever of them you like, you should say so! I bet they’d say yes!”

He thanked her, quietly, and smiled, knowing that she only meant well, and waited at the side of the counter for his order to be ready. As he waited, your voice drifted over to him from your seat at the window.

“So, do you like anyone?” One of your friends said with a laugh, you appeared to be having one of those lighthearted discussions that good friends sometimes have about such things.

A blush sprang to your face, and you brought a hand to your eyes, “...Maybe...” Leaning forwards, your friend gestured for you to continue. You sunk further into your chair in embarrassment.

“Ok... so you know... Yamaguchi?”

“Yamaguchi?” Your friend replied excitedly.

“Yeah,” smiling, your gaze drifted a little, as if you were lost in thought. “He’s just the sweetest, honestly, so supportive and kind, he helped me out after I tripped over the other day, and, when I missed one of the maths lessons, he talked me through the material... he’s lovely...”

Grinning, your friend patted your hand, relaxing back into their chair, “Well, he’s definitely not the worst person for you to be crushing on, you’ll need to drop some hints though... want a hand?”

“Stop it!” You whined, bringing your hands up again to cover your tomato-red face as your friend laughed.

Yamaguchi left the café with three things, a pastry, a lemonade, and the resolve to ask you out the next time he saw you. He practically skipped down the lane as he went back to the park, joy filling his heart.

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cg29fics · 3 years ago

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Pick and Mix Collection

A selection of Little Tracy fics for @gordonthegreatesttracy and @psychoseal

All can be found with other short stories in my Pick & Mix Collection on AO3 & FFNet: CreativeGirl29

School Reports. Aged 8.

Scott Tracy:

Scott is a bright young boy, who is extremely popular with all his classmates. He is always first to put himself forward for team challenges and is a natural team leader. However, Scott tends to be impulsive and rush into an activity or challenge, which on occasions as cost him a higher mark. Scott excels in English, Geography and Physical Education but tends to struggle in maths.

John Tracy:

John is a quiet, introspective and intelligent young man, who excels in Science, Maths, English and Information Technology. John as the potential to go far in life and could be moved up a grade if he was to apply himself to what he once referred to as the ‘boring subjects’ and stop correcting myself and my other colleagues when we are trying to teach.

Virgil Tracy:

Virgil is a lovely, thoughtful boy, who always listens in class, speaks when he is spoken to, and on occasions has gone out of his way to support other classmates when they are struggling. Virgil has a gift for art, music and history. He also recently earned top marks when we taught first-aid in his class. However, I would like to bring to your attention Virgil’s tendency to day dream when he is not taking part in one of his favourite subjects.

Gordon Tracy:

Gordon is a conundrum and seems to have two sides to him. On the one side, you have the sweet boy who will always be there for his friends, excels in physical education, especially swimming and did surprisingly well when we did our big baking day. However, the other side of Gordon has a habit of constantly chatting in class, despite being asked to be quiet and as unfortunately become known as the school clown. If Gordon were to apply himself in all his work instead of drawing pictures of himself as a fish, he could gain good marks in all his classes.

Alan Tracy:

Alan is a smart boy who as always got a smile on his face. When he is interested in a subject, or as been caught by an idea he is an absolute pleasure to teach. However, like his brother before him, he tends to chat in class, and on many occasions, has had his portable computer console confiscated when he has been found playing on it, instead of learning. Alan struggles in History but excels in science and maths. I would also like to bring to your attention Alan’s report on ‘Our Heroes.’ All the children in his class decided to write about a celebrity, sports personality or historical figure. Instead, Alan wrote a fantastic and touching report where he named his older brother John as his hero and who he would most like to be like when he grows up.

5 more fics beneath the cut

STAR BOY:

"John you've been told not to run in the house." His father complained, catching his 4-year-old son in his arms.

"I'm not John." John answered with a serious face.

"Oh, you're not?" Jeff remarked, observing the cape John had attempted to make out of his comfort blanket. "Well, I must say, you certainly look like my John!"

"Shush! Daddy." John whispered. No one can know my secret ident…" John paused, thinking about the word he was struggling to say. "Ident…"

Jeff smiled. "Identity."

John grinned. "Yeah, my secret identity."

"So, who are you then?" Jeff inquired curiously.

"I'm Star Boy." John shouted, as he managed to struggle free and started running around in circles.

Jeff let out a chuckle at his son's exuberance. "So, Star Boy. What powers do you have?"

"Fly in space." John cried with joy.

"And what's your current mission Jo… I mean Star Boy?"

John ground himself to a sudden halt. "Find baby Virgie!" He stated with a thoughtful look.

"Virgil." Jeff corrected. "And he's not missing, he's nice and safe in your mummy's tummy."

John stared at his dad in confusion. "But I heard you and mummy say that he was late, and then mummy said if he didn't turn up soon she would…"

"Okay, John." Jeff said cutting John off. He would have to have a word to Lucille about what John had overheard. He knew she would be mortified but John seemed to have exceptional hearing and they both knew that their boy was very bright for his age. Jeff held his arms out for his current youngest son. John happily ran into them, and let himself be pulled up onto his father's lap. "Now, Virgil is still safe in your mummy's tummy, the reason he's late is because your mum has made it so comfortable in there that he doesn't want to leave yet."

"But I want to find him, cause then I'll get to be big brother like Scotty." John frowned.

Jeff pulled John into a warm hug. "And you will be a brilliant big brother just like Scott." He assured him.

As Jeff held John tightly in his arms, a shout from his mother came from in the kitchen, followed by his oldest son running into the room.

"Daddy, Grandma said to tell you mummy's waters broken!" Scott panted.

Jeff pulled himself to his feet, keeping John firmly in one arm, and taking Scott's hand with the other. "Well, my Star Boy." Jeff said, looking at John with pride. "It looks like your mission was successful!"

"It was?" John asked with a puzzled expression.

Jeff beamed as he stood John next to Scott, who automatically took his little brother's hand in his. "Yes, you did!" He added, with a concerned look towards the kitchen as he heard his mother and Lucille call for him once more. "Looks like baby Virgil is on his way!"

Several hours later:

John grinned with joy, as with his mother's help, he held his new baby brother in his arms. "Hey, Virgie." He said softly. "I'm John, your big brother… And my secret is I'm also Star Boy." He whispered. "I helped find you today!" John looked at Virgil who gazed at him with his big eyes. "And my next mission is to be your big brother." He said with a contented sigh.

4 little brothers.

12 year old Scott Tracy stretched out in his bed, enjoying the warmth from is duvet on a cold winters night. Yes, this was his time. His time to relax after a full on day spent with 4 hyper younger brothers. His time to bask in the peace and quiet his room provided…

… THUNDERCLAP … the pouring rain began hammering at his window …

Scott sighed, threw back his blanket and began counting "5, 4, 3, 2, 1…"

… THUNDERCLAP … 4 scared little brothers rushed into his room …

"Come on then, jump in."

… THUNDERCLAP… 4 scared little brothers scurried noisily into the bed.

Pulling the blanket over them all Scott smiled when he felt each of them snuggle up to him. 'Forget the peace and quiet,' he thought to himself. He would prefer to have his 4 brothers any day!

First Day.

“Don’t want too…” Alan whined, clinging desperately onto his father’s trousers.

“But you have to,” Jeff returned, trying to loosen his son’s grip.

“Why?”

“Because…” Jeff paused, then exhaled, he had no answer for his baby. Honestly, he was out of his depth, normally this was Lucille’s job, but she wasn’t here like she had been for his other boys… He glanced at his four sons standing close by, none of them had wanted to miss this moment, none of them wanted Alan to feel like he was missing out on something, even though they knew that he was. After all, it shouldn’t be them doing this, it should be their mother. They’d all had her here for their first day, but Alan wouldn’t… And even though he hadn’t said anything they could see it in his eyes that he knew he was different from all of the other kids who were being dropped off by their moms.

“Because,” Scott said, stepping forwards, “you will get to make some cool new friends.”

“I will?”

“Yes,” John replied, “and you can play with some neat toys.”

“And when I was here,” Gordon added, “they had some awesome toy dolphins, and a submarine…”

Alan scrunched up his tiny nose.

Gordon grinned. “They also had some cars and toy rockets!”

“Wow!” Alan exclaimed.

“You can also draw and paint,” Virgil informed him.

“Without getting told off for using your paints?”

“As long as you share with your classmates,” Virgil said with a big smile, “then you can use whatever you want… And maybe you could bring me a picture back of your favourite toy?”

Alan nodded enthusiastically, then looked up to his dad. “I’m ready to go now daddy!”

Jeff knelt down so his eyes were level with Alan’s. “Have a brilliant day son.”

Alan beamed, loosened his grip, then immediately ran towards his teacher.

Standing, Jeff reached out and brought his four other boys into a warm hold. Knowing that whenever he was out of his depth then his amazing sons would always have his back.

The Beast

It was dark. Only a few rays of sunlight managing to penetrate the lair he had entered. He had been warned on numerous occasions about the beast that inhabited this area and was known to attack when woken, but he had not believed. Yes, he had seen it on many occasions, but all of those times it had been funny, friendly and caring. Surely, just because it was woken early it wouldn't attack. Especially since it was him.

He creeped closer. Currently it was lying on its stomach, eyes were tightly shut, and bizarre noises were emitting from it. Finally, reaching his destination he leant towards it, his hand reaching out, but then a sudden snort from the thing in front of him was released causing him to jump back. Maybe it wasn't best to disturb it? Maybe Gordon was right, and the beast did attack if provoked this early? Although his brother was known to make things up. This probably was just one of his jokes and the usual encounter would be received. He had to be brave and find out the truth. Straightening himself up, he stepped forwards, and placed his hand confidently on the shoulder in front of him…

"Virg…"

No movement, no signs of him waking, so he tried again…

"Virgie?"

This time a groan emitted from his brother, then once again he grew quiet…

"Virgie," he pushed harder on his shoulder, "please wake up."

A yawn, and a pair of bleary eyes opened, grumpy and nothing like the kind-hearted peaceful ones he was used to… He moved backwards… Maybe this was a mistake… But then there eyes met, and a soft gentle smile illuminated the features of his brother.

"Hey Alligator, what's up?"

"Nothing," Alan replied with a little snigger at the nickname.

Virgil regarded the three-year-old in front of him. "Nothing, really?"

"Well, Gordy said you were a beast in the morning, but I didn't believe him, so he said I should come and see for myself."

"Did he indeed?"

Alan nodded his head.

"Well, I'm not a beast."

"Knew it!" Alan cheered happily.

"But," Virgil looked at his clock, "when I am woken this early, I am known to turn into a bear."

Alan gasped in shock.

"And you know what bears do, right?"

Alan scrunched up his little nose and shuck his head…

"Well, they are known to attack."

"Really?"

"Yes, with…" Virgil paused for dramatic effect… "tickles!"

A fit of giggles erupted from Alan when Virgil pounced, flung him over his shoulder, then onto the bed where he began tickling him madly.

Baby Talk

"Hi, I'm Scott, I'm four years old, I love aeroplanes and jumping off the couch. Although mummy and daddy tell me off for that one. My best friend became a big brother to a little sister last year, he's really good at it, and I want to be the same. So, I will always cuddle you, care for you, and when you get bigger I will help you to learn all of the things I found hard. I promise that I will be the best big brother you could ask for…" He leaned in and kissed his mother's tummy, feeling a kick back in response… "Love you too!"

#cg29fics #thunderbirds fanfiction #Little Tracy's #TAG Pick & Mix Collection #Thunderbirds #Thunderbirds Are Go #Thunderbirds Are Go Fanfiction #Thunderfam Delivery #Thunderbirds Fandom

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saphirered · 3 years ago

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The Wizard and the Warrior

Boy it’s been busy. Double shifts whenever I’ve been free and uni starting again have really been a hassle but I managed to get in some writing so I hope you enjoy this final instalment of the Eldritch Knight series! Was going to split this one in two parts but didn’t work out so sorry for that. Hope you like it! 😘

You didn’t know what to expect when you were pulled through the world away from the homey Xhorhaus but you definitely didn’t expect the sound of waves in the distance and seagulls, the subtile smell of salt water and sand and an ocean breeze to hit you when you reappeared. Upon your vision taking in the new surroundings you find yourself standing under one of the opal archways looking out over a covered market selling all sorts of goods from street foods and drinks to knickknacks and jewellery, merchants calling for the attention of the people strolling about, negotiating prices or shouting their latest discount to pull in new customers. You’re in Nicodranas.

Essek knew he made the right decision when he sees the joy and excitement on your face. His feet tap the ground and he walks instead of floating, not wanting to draw any more attention that necessary and instead just enjoy these moments with you without the possibility of people finding out who you really are. Today you’d just be normal people without the weight of the world balanced on your shoulders. Today you got to be ordinary tourists exploring a city you otherwise never could. Nobody knows you’d be here.

You stroll about the market arm in arm moving from shop to shop and stand to stand inspecting wares, admiring them and listening to the stories the merchants tried to sell you. Both of you knew better and were able to easily distinguish truth from lies but that didn’t mean you didn’t like playing along every so often.

When you reached near the end of the market square the canopies started leaving gaps and eventually disappeared. Essek did his best to hide his winces whenever the sunlight was particularly bright. The sun was setting but it would still be another hour or so until it was fully set and he might have underestimated the brightness of the light. He didn’t let it bother him and pulled through. The slight discomfort is one-hundred percent worth looking upon your face as you bartered with another merchant.

Essek was partially blinded from where he stood while you browsed the wares of a man selling all sorts of curiosities but he couldn’t really move elsewhere without leaving your side or stepping into the path of walking people so he stuck and stayed relying on his hearing instead. You were bartering with the man as he put prices to the things you showed interest in and you tried to get a better price because you were fully aware you could get something similar if not the same for much cheaper. Essek couldn’t do anything but admire your skill and careful navigation of this encounter showing you had not left your wits with your armour back in Rosohna.

Once you got a good deal you bought your findings; a wide sheer shawl more like a thin blanket to wrap around your shoulders as you knew upon nightfall the breeze could bring a chill, a decorated silver bracelet with an inset purple gem that showed silver specks like stars whenever it caught the light just right and something else… Once done you pulled Essek aside into the full cover of one of the canopies and Essek was thankful for the break.

You’d expected Essek to have broken or admitted to his discomfort before when you noticed him wince every time the canopy lifted upon the wind and allowed the sun to bleed through right where he stood. You knew drow senses are attuned to darker spaces and in turn therefor experience a sensitivity to daylight.

“Will you stop being stubborn and just admit when something bothers you?” You say sternly as Essek rubs his eyes to get rid of the dark spots clouding his vision. When he sees the look you give him he bites his lip in shame. Apparently he hadn’t done such a good job of hiding it after all.

“I may not be able to do anything about the sunlight but I can do this.” You take out a parasol of a dark grey almost black colour with ornate lace designs added to it. It does enough to shield those under from the light and should prevent Essek from experiencing downsides of his drow heritage. Before he can protest you link your arm with his again holding the parasol above the two of you and shield yourselves from the light.

“Don’t worry. You can thank me by providing your company over a meal with me until the sun sets and we can go outside again without you burning off your retinas. I know just the place.” You smile as you begin leading Essek away to a different part of the city. You may not be the most familiar with Nicodranas but you know how to get to most places you’ve been before. You know your way from this market square to the Lavish Chateau so you begin leading Essek in that direction.

“There’s a great fish and chips shop on the way near Tidepeak I don’t think that kind of street food is really your style.” You say as the Tidepeak comes into view.

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Meanwhile the Nein and Verin stumble out into the teleportation circle room at the Tidepeak. They cracked the code and figured it out based on the list of places Verin had found among Essek’s notes. They knew exactly where Essek was going so it wouldn’t be much effort to find you two right? What harm has a little spying ever done to anyone? Maybe don’t answer that question. They had come for their own reasons be that to watch an epic romance unravel, dig up some dirt to tease or blackmail either of you with, or simply to keep the others in check.

“Shit. Should we have send a message?” Jester panics looking around for the goblin that usually helps them on their way and informs Yussa of their arrival.

“Not again.” Beau exclaims in exasperation. Yes again. And again they explain to Wensforth this is a matter of the utmost importance and expediency and they couldn’t have sent a message beforehand or lost too much time. Wensforth luckily for them didn’t have it within him to question their strange reasonings as he escorted them out of the tower and left the to their business.

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Within the Lavish Chateau you found out Essek had made a reservation and the guards and servers seemed to be extremely welcoming and attentive to the both of you for some reason you raised an eyebrow when a top shelf bottle of wine was brought out and left at your table once your glasses were poured and you awaited your food.

“Do I want to ask how you did all this?” You swirl your finger around gesturing to your surroundings. “Because last I was here, not even the daughter of the Ruby of the Sea and her friends get this kind of attendance.”

“Then perhaps it’s best you don’t ask.” Essek smiles proudly.

“How many of the Nicodranian nobility have cleared their debt with the Dynasty or reminded of their indiscretions then?” You ask giving him a look over your glass as you take a sip of delicious wine. Top shelf really is worth it.

“I thought you weren’t going to ask.” You hook your ankle around his from under the table and pull your leg back, Essek briefly loses balance but not enough to throw him off and fall from his seat. He gives you a disapproving and teasing look as you laugh. Food is served and just like everything, it’s perfect. Essek really put in the work to make this all happen and if the sunlight hadn’t thrown you off his schedule you can’t even fantom what else he had planed for your date. Though, he didn’t seem to mind the change of plans a single bit.

Pleasant conversation about everything and nothing all the same, asking questions so trivial you didn’t think Essek would ever even have been capable of being so relaxed and free of responsibility. When it falls silent for a second and Essek catches you staring at him in thought he studies you closer.

“What?” Essek asks as you hum.

“Just thinking?”

“A copper for your thoughts then?” Essek puts his glass down. He doesn’t want to pry or ask out of turn but he is curious as of what got that dreamy expression on your face when you retreated within your own mind for that moment.

“All of them?” You grin.

“If you are willing to reveal them.” Essek returns to your surprise, fully aware of the meaning behind your words and yet he still plays along. These kind of moments are rare with Essek unless you are completely alone so you’ll revel in the fact that he lets go like he does right now and hope you’d be able to see this side more often.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to get all flustered upon my voicing certain thoughts.” You tease, mischievous look in his eyes as he leans in on his elbows on the table and tilts his head amused.

“Then perhaps keep it limited to your most recent ones? For now at least.” You snort and almost choke on the sip of wine you took bur recover quickly. You definitely didn’t see that one coming.

“Oh so he does play the game in public without shame. You are full of surprises today, aren’t you?” You drop the teasing and turn to your observation. “I was just thinking I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so carefree. I’d love to see this side of you more often if you’ll let me.” The teasing drops from Essek’s face and his expression turns into one of genuine affection.

“I’d love nothing more.” Your glasses are refilled as the crowd begins gathering for the performance of the Ruby of the Sea.

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The Mighty Nein and Verin follow Jester leading them from place to place on the list but no matter how much they search they can’t find you. Last they heard you were seen buying some stuff from a merchant and then nothing so they had resorted to going down the list until they’d found you but still nothing. Over an hour had passed and the sun long since set, lanterns lit to lead the ways.

They search high and low following the list Verin had found but don’t find you and Essek anywhere. Nicordanas is a big city and turns out finding a buff pretty person and a hot boi drow are a lot harder to find than they initially thought. So, having given up the search they instead turn to a place to drink and wallow in self pity for not spying on the date. Jester knows just the place… No better place than the Lavish Chateau. Maybe her mom will even perform tonight!

When they reach the Lavish Chateau the crowd’s already gathering but with sheer determination and the threatening of some they make it through and find a table, their drinks served as Jester goes off to say hi to her mom before the performance. Then of course Verin and Beau ask about a couple, describing you and Essek having come through here. Instead they’re pointed to a private table out of the direct sight of the entrance but in full view of what is to be the Ruby’s performance space, and if Beau knows anything, a really really expensive bottle of wine shared between the two of you as you sit around laughing and engaging in happy conversation.

As they watch, Essek and you suddenly being the most interesting thing in the entire room they notice a blush creeping up your face as you twirl one of the flowers in your hair returning an equally daring comment of your own, your fingers dancing over the back of Essek’s hand outstretched towards you until he closes his hand and grasps them. You gasp and giggle as he intwines your fingers with his and you making a comment that sends a deep purple crawling up the wizard’s cheeks. The Nein watch, some swooning at the cuteness, the others in surprise and a hint of disgust akin to that of watching your sibling be sugary sweet romantic with their partner you do not want to witness, and the rest like encouraging friends glad their friends have found happiness within each other.

The performance is about to begin and you spot a blue tiefling running down the stairs as quick as she can darting to one of the tables. You already had the feeling you were being watched for the past fifteen minutes but thought nothing of it as since no action was taken yet and the crowd grew, if it were assassins or the likes again, they’d have come for you before as to not make a scene. Getting confirmation your friends had tracked you to Nicodranas and found you here. You’re not surprised but rather impressed and the addition of what clearly looks like a drow soldier of some repute with features similar to Essek lead you to believe this must be his infamous brother he’d been complaining about plenty of times. You move your chair as if to get a better view of the performance to come and sit right next to Essek. You weren’t the only one who noticed them.

“Do you think they know we know they’re here.” Essek leans into your shoulder as he speaks.

“No. Not this time but if you weren’t so caught up in admiring me you’d have noticed them first.” You lean in closer, whispering into his ear as you speak.

“You are quite distracting.” Essek defends with a laugh.

“I’ve seen Beau and your brother gag and complain twice now. Is this the point where we return the favour and give them a show to remember?” You suggest with a glint of mischief within your eyes.

“How could I refuse?” Essek’s word are enough for you to further provoke the Nein and take it up a notch, or several.

“Tell me if something makes you uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” You halt your teasing and allow your tone to turn more serious. Essek does the same when you do.

“Only if you promise to do the same.” Essek doesn’t know if it’s the wine or your shared desire to make them suffer for interrupting your date like they did. Probably the latter. Most definitely the latter. Let them squirm.

The Ruby comes down the stairs singing and everyone hangs onto her every word, her entire being like she’s a siren from the depths ready to lure in hopeless sailors. As her performance continues you move yourself closer to Essek until your sides are pressed together. Essek’s arm wraps around you pulling you close into his side and to your surprise, onto his lap. You lean your head against his shoulder and whisper sweet nothings, as you play with the fingers of his free hand lovingly. You pay attention to the performance, little attention needed for this display of affection as it comes surprisingly natural and unrestrained to the both of you.

You lift your head and lean towards Essek, but an inch away from his lips, making eye contact as you whisper something to him but the Nein can’t hear over the singing and you’re too far away to lip read for anyone. It’s so frustrating but holy hells, they never knew Essek had a romantic bone in his body, let alone the guts to drop his composed and emotionally constipated side completely around you. They definitely didn’t see this coming and even Beau could relate to Jester’s possible ideas of turning this into some kind of smutty romance novel because that’s what it looked like.

When you leaned back, always teasing and never close enough to actually kiss, you watched the performance more. Both you and Essek admired the show the Ruby was putting on. Her song as beautiful as she is but you might have connected with her a little more than anyone else in the room because when she passed your table and saw you and Essek she gave you a knowing smile. A knowing smile that showed she knew exactly when a performance was being put on, the courtesan’s ability to read people shining through once more when she winked at you before she turned around and found her way to the table of the Nein, distracting them from you and pulling the attention to herself.

Essek was surprised and didn’t really know what to make of what just happened but next he knows he’s being pulled away from his seat by you and dragged to a side exit, abandoning the table mid performance. Out in the street you take off running and then it hits him; a moment of privacy. You played everyone, even him in the end when you appeared to have your attention fully on the Ruby of the Sea but instead you had a nonverbal agreement with the woman. Regardless of his thoughts you kept running towards the eastern edge of the city, through the gates and to the beach. Freedom.

The moon and stars and city lights within the walls as your light source you pulled Essek along to the shoreline, laughing your asses off. You’ll have to remember to give Marion a big thanks next time you see her. Once safely away from the city sure you’re far enough away from the city you slow your pace and walk side by side along the beach.

“As clever as ever.” Essek compliments as you bump your shoulder into his with a grin. You offer Essek a hand as you climb over some rocks blocking your path. Essek takes it but instead of climbing he just hoovers over without any difficulty.

“While, I’d gladly take credit I think you deserve at least half. Did you see the looks on their faces?” Your laughter rings like chimes in reminisce of your friends. It’s music to Essek’s ears.

“I could never forget.” You stop and lower yourself onto the sand, gently pulling Essek’s arm inviting him to join. He does and sits down next to you as stare at him.

“Today was a good day. We should do this more often.” You sigh in content. There’s just something about the drow and the starry night sky behind him that makes him look so ethereal, you could look at him for ages and never get bored.

“Being run out of a city by our friends for a moment of privacy?” Essek deadpans and you playfully shove him.

“While it was certainly eventful I think I could do without uninvited company next time.” In comfortable silence you both watch the view. Moon reflecting on the ocean, sound of gentle push and pull of the water against the shore and the thousands of stars scattered throughout the sky giving the both of you a sense of warmth and comfort.

“You certainly found your courage tonight. I never thought you capable of such intimate displays of affection.” You comment and Essek turns his gaze to you. Despite the low light you notice the slight darkening of his cheeks a he takes in a breath.

“I partially blame the determination to push my brother’s buttons.” You snort.

“And the other part?” Essek decides to humour you with and answer even though you hadn’t expected one.

“You, as my partner in crime as some might say, made it easy to put on such a display. Though, I will admit to not being so open and frivolous in my affection with an audience, I did enjoy them nonetheless.”

“Well then, I’m glad my frivolous affection brings you joy.” You say and Essek is about to correct himself for his words but stops when he notices you holding back your smile. You know exactly what he meant and when Essek notices it’s his turn to gently shove you. You gasp even though you’re physically unmoved.

“Aren’y you all courage tonight? Careful now or I’ll toss you into the ocean.” You jest.

“It seems both of us have not been lacking any courage this night.” Essek comments and he’s right. With the antics of the day, and your grand escape, you might never have had it been any other situation. You really did enjoy it and wouldn’t change a single thing. Well, maybe add something but there’s no time like the present so maybe you’ll just ask.

“Then, in a bout of courage, I will ask you this. May I kiss you?” Essek does a double take in case he heard your words wrong but the expression written all over you confirms he has in fact heard you loud and clear. Still he doesn’t miss a beat in his answer. He’s already made up his min.

“You certainly may.” With that you close your eyes and lean in placing your lips onto Essek’s in a gentle kiss. No pretend, no faked lust or intimacy but honest, clear and unrestrained emotion. When you pull away you’re both smiling like fools.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You whisper as Essek leans in carefully to kiss you this time, lips moving together in a slightly deeper kiss. His hand finds your cheek holding your face lightly caressing a thumb over your cheekbone.

“I could say the same.” Essek speaks when you pull apart for a moment, foreheads leaning against each other. Many more kisses follow, varying from gentle and sweet to passionate and deep, whatever suits your needs. You have no intention of getting off this beach near Nicodranas any time soon nor do you have anywhere to be so here you’ll stay enjoying each other’s company until the sun rises.

From behind the rocks not too far away, eight people watch the wizard and the warrior finally do what some of them had hoped they would in the months they’ve gotten closer. Others are turning away while maybe peaking through at times, solely to see their friends happy with each other despite the chaos of the world but not without going right back to quieting their gagging noises of ‘not wanting to see the people who they consider their family making out’.

“Oh my god! This is going to be so good, you guys. They’re so cute!” Jester whispers already taking notes and working out the story in her head. It’s going to be an epic love tale of two star-crossed lovers for sure. Maybe she can question you on the more spicier details later, get this book to sell at the Chastity's Nook some day?

“Ugh. Let’s go. I can’t watch this any longer. Drinks?” Verin doesn’t resist and follows Beau, Yasha and Fjord back to Nicodranas. Caduceus has a bit more difficult of a time to drag the cleric and rogue away as the latter enabling her actions instead of giving you some much deserved privacy. He succeeds eventually leaving you and Essek behind to enjoy the rest of your night with a smile. Nothing better than people finding their own happiness.

#critical role x reader #critrole x reader #mighty nein x reader #essek x reader #essek thelyss x reader

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sweethartlullaby · 3 years ago

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my angel, don’t cry - kth

word count: 7.5k genre: angst, and maybe a teeny bit of fluff warnings: illnesses, death, mention of blood we’re all dying sweetheart, the key is to let go and enjoy. sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

The first time I had a lucid dream, I swam in the sky.

A giant whale floated underneath me as I remained suspended, a school of fishes breaking past me.

The first time I stood up for myself, I was slapped across the face and left in an alleyway to die.

The first time I kissed someone, I cried.

There are many firsts in someone's life; usually unforgettable instances that leave a haunting memory behind. A ghost of someone's arm wrapped around your waist, or their breath on your cheek when they laugh in your ear.

And the first time I realized I was in love, it was with Kim Taehyung.

My first encounter with him was by accident.

Rumours had spread around about a celebrity joining the hospital but no one knew why or who. I bumped into him after visiting the rooftop. Of course, he had a mask on and he was still in civilian clothing but I thought I saw a smile in his eyes for a bit.

Nevertheless, I didn’t think much of it.

But on the way down, a group of men in suits along with a few nurses stormed up the stairs, all shouting a certain name.

“Taehyung!”

Curious, I followed them back up and stopped just before the next flight, where it was packed with the men in suits.

“Come on now, a grown man like me can take care of myself this much. It was just a walk upstairs, don’t worry about it.” His chuckle was deep yet extremely soothing. I wanted to turn the corner just to have a little peek, but they were starting to move down and the last thing I wanted was to be trampled on by them.

The weeks flew by and I had almost forgotten about the existence of the celebrity in the hospital. I figured it was the same man I stumbled upon on the stairs; because who else would need so many bodyguards?

Then I saw him in the garden.

The sun had just set and the sky was darkening at a rapid pace, but he was still there, strolling on the pavement, or rather, being strolled. He sat on a wheelchair and one of his men pushed him from behind slowly.

And all I could think was, maybe this time I get to see his face clearly. But then I neared him and the conversation was clearly not something I should be around for.

“Have the others called?” His velvety voice was no different than before.

“Yes sir, they have repeatedly asked for you.”

Nothing but a chuckle.

“You know what to tell them.” I expected the bodyguard to simply comply and they would move along but instead, he voiced out.

“With all due respect sir, I don’t think it would hurt so much to let them know yourself how you are doing.”

Silence.

“I would only bring disappointing news. I can’t do that to them right now.”

Those words echoed in my brain for a long time, bouncing off the walls into oblivion as I tried to make some better sense of it. For some reason, I could hear myself saying those same words, only about different people.

“Well we should move along shouldn’t we?” Taehyung’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I quickly ran back into the building before he could see me.

And as I ascended the elevator, I could feel tears spike the corners of my eyes.

The next time I saw him, we spoke.

“What are you in for?” He asked as he licked his popsicle. I paused for a second before answering.

“Leukemia.” But I said it with a small smile before I swirled my tongue around my lollipop, as if it would make the state of my health less grim.

“Stage?”

“Three.”

“Shit.” He scoffed a little before looking out at the city. The rooftop was quiet today, with everyone indoors from the wind but I came here for that exact reason. If I couldn’t live until winter then maybe this cold would make me feel like I’m surrounded by the joy of the season again.

“What about you?” I asked, trying to not sound too nervous. I had assumed he had some sort of paralyzation, thus the wheelchair.

“Stoneman syndrome.” He said slowly, tilting his head slowly then flicking his gaze onto me. But I can’t focus on his eyes when I am busy trying to signal how I don’t know what it is. But he didn’t seem to say anything so I just stared at him.

“You’re going to have to tell me what that is because I have no fucking clue.” There was a pause before he laughed and the sound was pure bliss to my ears.

“I’m turning to bone.” He said once the chuckles had died down.

“That’s a thing?” I asked quietly, more to myself.

“1 in 2 million.” He sighed, looking out over the railing that kept patients from climbing and jumping off. I thought about asking how much time he had left, but that mustn't be pleasant to talk about.

“Aren’t we lucky?” I nudged him a little with my elbow and Taehyung smiled back at me.

“To the end of the line.” He held out his popsicle and I tapped my lollipop onto his treat, getting a drop of his treat.

And although I didn’t say it, I thought about who would go first.

“Meet Min Yoongi.”

I looked up at him timidly. He wasn’t much taller than me but the way he stood made it seem like it, with shoulders pushed back and a heavy looking jacket hanging on them, he almost looked intimidating if it weren’t for the soft smile on his face.

“Has he been troubling you?” Yoongi asked and it took me a while before I chuckled and shook my head.

“Not at all.” I noticed the backpack Yoongi carried in one hand and from the shapes pushed against the fabric of it, it must be the things Taehyung said he wanted to be in his room.

“Could you give us a moment? Taehyung asked softly, while looking up at me. With no hesitation, I nodded and left the room.

It had been about two months since that conversation on the rooftop. Leukemia had not been friendly since, and I had been needing to be more careful. Since Taehyung needed my help, he was always making jokes like “Oh you’re going to need to steer a little to the left ma’am” or he would say really loudly, “Patient coming through people! She cannot be touched by anything, highly sensitive!” and I would try to hide my laugh while pushing his wheelchair down the hallway faster.

I couldn’t even remember a time before Taehyung, although it had only been a while. When you spend a good chunk of your time with someone going through a similar struggle, you tend to really feel attached.

And maybe that’s a problem.

But not something I wanted to dwell on right now.

The buzz of my phone in my hand caught my attention, and I read the notification silently.

T: you can come back now. i bet you got lonely without me. :(

I scoffed a little before I shoved the device into my pocket and began to make my way back to Taehyung. Today was movie day. He wouldn’t tell me what it was about so I couldn’t refuse.

As long as it wasn’t horror.

Turning the corner, I heard a familiar voice that made me freeze on the spot.

“It’s not long but maybe-”

“But he doesn’t want that.”

“Is there any way to convince him?”

“I’m afraid not.”

I finished turning and I saw Min Yoongi’s eyes meet mine. He finished his conversation with the doctor and I debated in my head whether I should just turn around and walk away before the conversation can start. I didn’t want him to think I was purposely eavesdropping.

“Hi.”

Damn it.

“Hey.” I squeaked out. The silence that followed tempted me to take the step away from him but he spoke.

“Thank you for taking care of him. In between our schedules and everything, it’s a little comforting to know he has someone right now.” Yoongi smiled at me and a corner of my lip lifted to return it.

“He helps me too.” was all I could say. The man gave one more smile before he patted my shoulder and walked away from me.

And all I could think about was how his eyes were glimmering with tears.

When I woke up, the credits were rolling on the TV. I turned to find Taehyung but he was nowhere to be seen. A blanket had been draped over my shoulders. I didn't even remember when I had fallen asleep.

"Tae?" I called out while rubbing my eyes. My body was slowly waking up along with my mind and once I felt a little more comfortable, I put my slippers on and shuffled outside.

I noticed him parked by the large windows that overlooked the city view. If it weren't for the sound of his sniffle, I would have ran up to him.

So instead, I crept up to him like a shadow, careful to not startle him. When I was close enough, I realized his fist was closed around a slip of paper.

I thought about my next move for a few seconds before my feet moved to approach him.

"Hey," I whispered as I got closer.

“Hey, look who’s awake.” I could hear the way he was trying to hide the fact that he had just been crying and part of me just wanted to tell him that I saw him. I stood next to him, with my hands folded in front of my chest, holding tightly onto the blanket I brought with me.

It was silent for a while but it didn’t feel awkward like a pause. The tranquility was enjoyable, especially after I had just woken up. We were in the middle of October and I could see how the leaves were fading into a brown colour.

Maybe there will be a lot on the ground when I go for my walk tomorrow.

“Do you think I’ll see the snow?” Taehyung suddenly asked and I glanced at him just a little then caught the tear sliding down his cheek.

“Probably not.” I croaked out, my throat still dry after my nap.

That answer was ridiculous, and one of the worst things to say to someone supposedly crying about their impending death.

“But it’s okay,” I continued.

“Because you won’t be alone.” I kept my eyes on the view outside, noticing lights blinking on and off across the landscape. I breathed in the air, feeling a part of the weight on my shoulders had lifted up and left.

Then I suddenly felt something tugging on my blanket and I turned to see his hand held out, palm up; and when I looked at him, a smile on his face that I wouldn’t ever be able to erase from my mind.

I supposed that attachments such as these when your time was limited wasn’t very wise. But God, the way his face lit up when I slid my palm into his, and the way my body ignited with such a bright flame; the things I would do just to have felt that way over and over.

Excitement trickled down my bones, creating a ticklish feeling with a skip in my heart. It was a feeling greater than anything I’ve ever felt. And to realize it wasn’t going to last, that created the first crack in my virgin yet dying heart.

Fuck.

This one’s going to hurt.

Two weeks had passed since that night and Halloween was just around the corner.

I collapsed twice since then and just yesterday, I was told my condition had grown much worse than they had predicted. It wasn’t too much of a surprise; I mean, I could’ve sworn I felt my body grow weaker even when I held Taehyung’s hand but the moment was too precious to ruin.

Speaking of which, I hadn’t told him yet.

It had started to be a little harder for him to eat lately but I still fed him as much as I could. He had begun to speak less too, relying on me to guess what he wanted most of the time. Sometimes, I would pretend it’s a game of charades just to make him smile a little. The corners of his lips would turn up ever so slightly yet it made my heart swell with joy.

I knew he didn’t want treatment, or he was just seeking the bare minimum of it. I understood, yet it saddened me to know he wanted to leave more than he wanted to stay.

On the bright side, I had been spending a lot more time with him. I didn’t know if it was because I knew how little time I had left, or just because I enjoyed his presence so much.

Everything felt like it was dying.

The trees, flowers, and us.

As I trudged to Taehyung’s room, that was all I could dwell on. When I knocked on his door, I peeked inside to see Yoongi packing his things and leaving. As he stepped out of the door and said his goodbye to both Taehyung and me, I realized that his eyes were red and puffy.

He must’ve had been crying.

Still, Yoongi gave a small smile before he walked down the hallway and turned the corner to the exit. I drew in a breath and looked inside, with the brightest smile I could muster on such a dreary day.

“Hey you.”

Taehyung nodded a little and I took my seat next to him. He turned back to the television and I followed his gaze. The news was on display, and within seconds, I realized that Yoongi was on the screen along with five other men.

“BTS takes over ten awards home, proving once again that they are at the top of their game.” I read aloud, eyes passing over each of the members one by one as the realization sank in. Taehyung was supposed to be up there with them.

I looked over at said man, seeing his small, proud smile on his face. He must miss it, being on stage and being able to perform alongside his friends that he deemed to be his lifelong brothers.

“I...miss them.” He said slowly and the croak in his voice almost made me cry.

“I haven’t seen the rest; why don’t they visit you?” I asked.

“They...have a lot to...do.” He struggled as he spoke but I could sense the bittersweet sadness in his tone. But I had nothing to say that would console him.

“Anyways,” I chirped after a long pause as I reached for his laptop.

“What movie should we watch this time? Should we watch a horror one; it is ‘spooky’ season.” I muttered the last one to myself while I flipped through the options displayed on the screen.

“Ooh, a romantic drama. I should save this for later.” I whispered but he must’ve heard me because he tapped my shoulder and put his two forefingers together, meaning together.

“Are you sure?” I asked him a little sarcastically. He nodded with another smile before I clicked on the movie and placed the laptop on his bed table and sat next to him, leaving him enough space to not feel me mushed up against him.

The last thirty minutes or so were playing and the tears streaming down my cheeks wouldn’t stop.

“Damn it Will! Why can’t you let her love you?” I whispered fiercely to myself, feeling something inside me deflate with depression as I watched the couple on screen argue. I heard a small chuckle from beside me then turned to see Taehyung smiling a little.

Oh how could he!

I gasped loudly, hoping it would catch his attention in the middle of his heinous act.

“How are you not crying?” I pointed to him then the scene.

“It isn’t...r-real.” He said slowly.

“Okay? But it’s still sad!” I whined, reaching up to wipe my tears with the blanket. His mouth opened to stop me but I deliberately did it faster so he couldn’t stop me. If he wasn’t going to cry in one of the most heartbreaking scenes I had ever witnessed, then I don’t think he deserved a fully dry blanket.

“This is what you get.” I said through my tears before returning to my original position and crossing my arms above my chest.

“H-He loves...her.” Taehyung said.

“If he did, then he would seek treatment!” I argued.

“B-But he knows t-that, she dese-rved better than him too.” Taehyung explained but I refused to accept it.

“He’s picking the easy way out. It’s not fair.” I shook my head. I didn’t understand why I was so worked up over a fictional movie. It was almost as if it was me in Louisa’s shoes.

Almost as if I was trying to secretly tell Taehyung something.

“If he really loved her,” I said slowly, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

“He wouldn’t leave.” I whispered.

When Taehyung didn’t respond, I thought I had made him mad. But then I felt his hand rest on top of mine and as best as he could, he gave me a little squeeze.

As if he was saying that everything was going to be okay.

I just couldn’t believe him that easily.

“Okay, remember that you can always bring one finger up to tell me to stop and no peeking!” I said slowly before Taehyung nodded and I began to push him towards the stadium. He had no idea where we were heading and if I didn’t purse my lips, I think I would’ve spilled the beans by now.

As we neared the place, all I could feel was my loud and thumping heartbeat all over my body. When I squeezed the handles of Taehyung’s wheelchair, I could feel my pulse and when I breathed in, I could hear it.

We walked past the doors, where a few people had stood to guard the doors. I couldn’t see much with the dark of the night but it was almost as if I could feel how big the place was.

Not long after I saw BTS on the news, Yoongi had come to visit. I demanded to know why the rest hadn’t visited, expressing how sad it made Taehyung. And instead, we came up with this brilliant plan to give him a surprise.

“W-Where are we?” Taehyung asked and I shushed him gently to which he replied with a chuckle.

“Okay,” I parked him onto the edge of the stage, seated before the large screen and where the others would supposedly stand behind me. The lights switched on, and long stretches of light circled around the stadium. To say the stadium was massive was an understatement, I couldn’t possibly imagine how the seven of them filled the whole place up back then.

I took his blindfold off and then stood center stage with the mic I had gotten on the way up. I watched Taehyung blink a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light. But once he realized where he was, I noticed the way his face lit up.

“Welcome Kim Taehyung, to your own personal BTS concert!” I started and behind me, I heard the whirring on the stage where I knew the rest would emerge from.

“Ayo it’s BTS!” It sounded like Namjoon and I stepped aside so Taehyung could get the full view of his brothers. The screen behind them was dark except for their glowing symbol in the middle.

I stood behind Taehyung’s wheelchair and held onto the handles with nervous energy flowing through me.

“It’s been a while, Taehyung-ie.” Jin said. I had learned all their names by the time we had gotten to know each other. They had a whole setlist planned out for tonight. I had also been listening to their songs non stop since I brought it up to Yoongi; it wouldn’t hurt to know a few lyrics.

The other members said a few words of their own, voicing out why they had been so scarce before the first song began.

“This one's for you Taehyung-ah.”

The music started and the six of them got into position before they started. I realized the song they had decided to perform was ‘Singularity’, a solo song of Taehyung’s. Halfway through, I saw Taehyung turn his head and I leaned down to get a better listen.

“Y-You plan-ned thi-s?” He asked and I nodded with a grin on my face before taking a seat next to his wheelchair. As I watched the members all fool around, (even though they would start off quite seriously) it was such a joy. I heard Taehyung laugh from beside me too and after the few months he had so far, I think this night was well deserved.

I still hadn’t told him about my worsening condition. Going out tonight was a struggle, in between getting permission from the hospital and making sure everything was going according to plan, I had to gather enough energy to not pass out in front of him.

They performed so many songs and about 1.5 hours later, I realized that it was time for the final song, which I was a part of.

“W-What…” Taehyung’s voice faded away as I joined the rest on the stage and we took our positions.

“Hit it!” I yelled as loud as I could, hearing laughter erupt from the rest.

“I’m exhausted, man.” Namjoon started.

“Oh guess what.”

“I just want to go home!” We all shouted before everyone started their parts and I waited for mine which was supposed to replace Taehyung’s. We even prepared a little choreo (Jin insisted) during the chorus. As I stood there, dancing and singing with the rest; I began to feel a certain high I had never felt before. Was this what Taehyung felt all that time on stage, looking upon the crowd with adoring eyes and a fleeting heart?

Oh, it felt so great to be seen by him, I wondered what it must’ve been like with thousands of people cheering my name.

When the song ended, the seven of us formed a final pose together, forming a heart for the one person in our audience.

Despite the struggle, Taehyung still brought his hands together and clapped loudly.

“Th-at was a-amaz-ing!” He said loudly and we all formed a line before bowing in front of him. Upon rising, I could see the tears streaking down his cheeks. But still, he clapped and grinned.

It was the happiest I had ever seen him.

“He’s crying!” Jungkook pointed out before they all crowded around him and the boys wiped his tears away with their sleeves, massaging his shoulders and patting his back. I watched from outside of their huddled bodies and I felt my own tears rise to the brim of my eyes as I panted heavy breaths.

He could stay, for just a little longer with them.

If he wanted to.

Lifting my foot to take a step toward them was definitely a mistake. Between catching my breath from the dazzling performance we had given him and trying my hardest to not show how tired I actually was, I could no longer feel anything. The world was spinning around me in such fast circles.

Shit.

Panic was starting to ensue within me and as hard as I tried to keep my balance, I still felt my weight overpower my legs. My body crashed onto the floor and through the blur clouding my eyes, I saw dark drops of blood on the stage beneath me, illuminated by the bright lights that were shining above me.

“Blood…” I muttered to myself and then I felt it, the liquid trickling down my nose, lips, and chin. I raised my hand to touch it. As soon as my eyes landed on the red blur on my fingers, the world stopped spinning.

Because everything disappeared and darkness took me into its arms.

All I heard was beeping.

And it took me a moment to gather my bearings. I know that sound. I must be back at the hospital.

I exhaled a breath as I leaned back into my comfortable pillow. There was a dim light not too far away from me so I didn’t feel like I was being blinded by the sun.

I wondered how long I had been here and that’s when it hit me.

Taehyung.

I sat up from my bed, immediately feeling pain shoot up my spine. I winced in discomfort as I swung my feet over the bed and shuffled out of the room. I needed to find Taehyung, to make sure he was okay.

As I recalled his room number, I realized I was just a few rooms away. I shuffled faster. God knows what time it was, I just needed to see him.

But as soon as I reached his room, I realized the door wasn’t completely shut and when I swung it open, it was empty. The bed had been made and I saw a few of his familiar things but the place felt empty, barren. It gave me a slight chill to be standing in the doorway alone.

“T-Taehyung…” I whispered, starting to panic. Where was he? How long was I out? Where would he go at this time of the night; the garden? No, it was too late for that.

Then something struck me.

Like Cinderella’s clock at midnight; a ringing in my ears that just wouldn’t stop.

No.

No, no, no, no, n-

It couldn’t be right?

No, he couldn’t have died.

No, I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

No, I was supposed to be there with him.

No, no, no, no.

Fuck.

No.

I felt the heat rise into my cheeks as I shuffled back outside, hands on my head as everything began spinning again. I could feel the warm tears threatening to spill out of my eyes as I tried hard to think of the possibilities of his whereabouts.

But him being gone was all I could imagine.

I shuffled back to my room. Maybe I could call Yoongi and he would tell me where he was. Surely, if he had passed, he would-

“Hey,”

I froze in my tracks and that was when I realized how loud I was breathing. Was it just me? That sounded too much like him.

I spun around slowly, eyes trained on the ground. I was too afraid to look up; afraid to be disappointed.

“W-Why ar-e y-you-u out of b-bed?” The voice spoke and I gulped before finally forcing myself to look up. There he was, in his hospital gown, hair unkempt, and seated perfectly on his wheelchair.

He’s alive.

Thank God because he’s alive.

Upon seeing his face, all I could do was crumble to my knees and exhale. With that one release of breath, the hot tears finally poured out and spilled onto my cheeks. Taehyung came closer and his shadow loomed over me.

“W-What’s wr-wrong-g?’ Taehyung asked, his voice ever so full of concern. I looked up at him and honestly, I wanted to slap him for scaring me like that. But when I stared at his innocent face, full of worry, my heart could only swell with love.

“Nothing.” I said as I wiped my tears and got up slowly, feeling my body ache with agony. I moved behind him and pushed him back to his room.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” My voice sounded hoarse. I helped him onto his bed and tucked him in. He didn’t answer my question.

“Is everything okay?” I asked while putting his wheelchair on the end of his bed. Taehyung shook his head.

“W-Why di-didn’t-t you tel-l me yo-u were-e s-sicker?” He stuttered. Despite the struggle in his words, he looked...angry. His brows were knitted together, as if he was really frustrated and if you looked closely, you would notice the quiver in his lips which I realized he would do when something upset him.

“I didn’t want you to worry. You have enough on your plate as it already is.” I explained, taking his hand in mine. I usually would wait until he fell asleep before trotting back to my own room but I felt so tired, I might spend the night here; emphasis on might.

“I-I w-wanted t-to know.” His voice grew softer.

“I’m sorry. I’ll let you know next time, okay?” That was clearly a lie, if you couldn’t tell. When he didn’t respond, I gave his hand a little squeeze. I had calmed down since I saw him and the relief seemed to be some sort of painkiller. Because the longer I stared at him, the less I felt and that was good.

“You should go to sleep.” I said with a weak smile before pushing myself up from the chair and turning to go to my room. I thought he might want to be alone right now. But his hand grabbed mine in an instance and although his grip wasn’t the strongest, I knew it was more than a brush of his fingers.

“Stay.” He croaked and I looked at him before I nodded and slid into the space next to him. He wrapped an arm around me and I pressed my ear against his chest, hearing the soft thump of his heartbeat. We were silent for a while and I could only hear the heavy breaths we took.

“I t-thought I lo-lost you.” Taehyung whispered and I pushed myself a little closer to him.

“Me too.” I turned my head to look at him and brushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes. He looked weaker than the first time I had ever seen him. I guess I didn’t notice when we spent all that time together but now that I was up close, I could see the way his eyes were sadder and how his skin had grown paler, along with the hollowness in his cheeks.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” I whispered before I slid up a little further.

“M-Me too.” He muttered. The silence that followed was warm and comforting as I laid in his arms. I felt so safe, protected from the world’s evil as he held me in his embrace. I wish I could stay here forever.

“Go to sleep Tae, I’ll see you in the morning.” I said quietly and before I closed my eyes, I found myself doing the most unexpected thing.

I pressed a soft kiss to his neck; the way a mother would to her sleeping child after a bedtime story. I pulled back to close my eyes and let us go to sleep, but then he spoke after a few beats of silence.

“Again, p-please.” He whispered but it didn’t sound desperate. I gently pressed them onto the skin on his neck again, brushing my lips as I left a silent trail of kisses on him.

Every once in a while, I heard the way he sighed above me, and I watched as he would gulp nervously. I placed my hand in between our bodies, on top of his beating heart.

And it was racing.

“Are you okay?” I whispered as I looked up at him and Taehyung closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

“Do you want more?” Another nod.

“Can we try something?” I suggested, feeling heat rise up to my cheeks at how daring I was becoming. Taehyung opened an eye and I sat up before helping him sit. Beside him, I took his face in my small hands and I looked in his eyes for reassurance before I gulped and leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

I did the same with his cheeks, gentler with the eyes, near his ears, back to his neck, the little specks on his face.

“Beautiful.” was all I muttered in between kisses.

His skin felt a bit too cold against my lips but it didn’t matter. With his face in my hands, I could ignore everything else as I poured how I felt into each peck. The word ‘perfection’ was made to describe him. His soft skin, his gentle breaths, his kind eyes as they gazed into mine.

It felt as if he could strip me bare and look into the deepest parts of me with just his eyes. As if he could see how I felt for him just by staring at me for too long.

“I think I covered everything.” I joked in a whisper as I pulled away, feeling shy now that I was done. But then Taehyung chuckled before placing his hands on the back of my head and neck, thumbs brushing upon my frail skin. I felt so small in his hold, but it made me feel so safe.

I leaned into his touch. One hand stayed on my neck while the other travelled down my shoulder and arm slowly. His fingers hovered over my skin, as if he was afraid he would break me. He drew gentle swirls and circles around my thigh and back, my neck and cheek.

And in the midst of our intimate moment, my thoughts just had to interrupt.

We can’t do this.

I slightly pulled away, feeling empty without his touch.

“What-”

“We shouldn’t do this.” I whispered, taking his hand in mine before setting it down on his lap.

“W-Why?” He whispered, clasping my fingers in his. I looked at our joined hands and all I felt was a stab in my chest.

“B-Because we can't be together.” I breathed out shakily, the pain starting to translate into the tears about to fall again.

“Because we’re dying.” I looked up at him with tears spilling out onto my cheeks.

“And it’s not fair to the other to love then leave.” I whispered. Of course what I said was true, but God, the way he touched me a few seconds ago, the way I felt that we had forever.

“B-But-”

“No, I can’t hurt you like that.” I sobbed. The truth was, I didn’t care if I had to go through some pain if I could just feel as if I was in heaven again. But no, I couldn’t impose that type of pain onto Taehyung.

And in that moment, I had the deepest understanding of William Traynor.

I couldn’t love Taehyung the way I wanted to. No matter how much I wish I could stay in his arms forever, whisper to him all the things he deserved to hear every day, hold his hand and be his support.

I couldn’t.

Because one day, I was going to leave. And if he was alone, God I don’t know what that would do to him; I know what it would do to me if he left me. And I wouldn’t wish that upon my greatest enemy.

“I should leave.” I whispered, wiping my tears with my sleeves before I got ready to leave. And when I thought the unexpected had taken a break tonight, Taehyung took my face into his big palms and pulled my face onto his, pressing my lips onto his.

Everyone always said first kisses, as romantic as they sounded, shouldn't have so much weight on them. It made people too nervous to realize the beauty of it.

But at this moment, all I could feel was him. A fire between us, shared in a single kiss. Anguish flowed through, connecting us in ways more than just our lips brushed against each other.

It was beautiful.

And it hurt.

It pained me as my lips touched his because I knew what it meant. I could feel the way he pressed an everlasting goodbye into my soul. His kiss was warm, inviting, and welcoming. Cloud nine was the destination as I felt so many emotions surge through me. Was it wrong to want to stay like this forever?

Taehyung pulled away before pressing his forehead on mine.

“I ne-ed y-ou.” He whispered and at that moment, I could hear my heart shatter into a million pieces.

“But I might hurt you.” I cried. Taehyung pulled back and I collapsed into his arms.

“Y-You can n-never h-hu-rt me.” I cried harder into his shoulder.

“I-It’s-s ok-okay.” He slowly stroked my back, shushing me down as he coaxed my tears away. I felt so helpless.

Why did falling in love have to cause us pain? Why did it have to hurt?

I wanted to fight it, the gentle circles he drew on my lower back, igniting millions of butterflies within me that I hadn’t known to exist, and lighting every nerve I had on fire. But I felt so safe, so loved.

I couldn’t leave his embrace even if I tried.

It almost made me wish I hadn’t fallen for him.

“You’re only allowed out for an hour, is that understood?”

“It’s just to the park beside us, don’t worry about it.” I smiled before pushing Taehyung’s chair out the hospital doors. Today, I received news that I merely had weeks left. I told Taehyung and he was so hesitant on going out tonight but I insisted. On the other hand, Taehyung had also grown much weaker and was barely able to speak. I noticed his thinner frame and every time I held him, it felt like I could break him.

I had barely slept these past few days. When I tried, discomfort seeped into my skin and made it impossible to stay still. I was tired and I almost wanted to lay in bed today but I figured I should do something with the limited time I had left.

Besides, Taehyung always set ease to my heart.

The park we were heading for had a scarce amount of light but this was something they actually took pride in because it invited so many people to come and watch the night sky. And tonight, there were supposed to be sightings of shooting stars.

“Are you warm enough?” I asked as I parked his wheelchair next to the bench I was going to sit on. He slightly nodded and I pecked his cheek before taking my seat. I had brought warm tea for us and a straw for him. Once we were settled in, I looked up to see millions of stars blinking on the vast night sky. I took Taehyung’s hand in mine and noticed the adoring look on his face as he stared at it.

“You know,” I started, tracing the lines on his hands with my finger.

“I used to look at stars and think I was so damn insignificant.” I chuckled while marvelling at the view.

“And I thought that, for a very long time too.” I paused, then sighed a little.

“But now that I’m seeing them with you,” I turned to Taehyung and grinned before placing my head on his shoulder, his hand still in mine.

“I realize I might be a little important after all.”

“Y-You ah-” His voice faded at the last word and although he didn’t finish, I understood perfectly.

I lifted myself to press a kiss to his temple before I sank back onto my seat. I felt that if I closed my eyes at this moment, I could get that long awaited rest.

But part of me feared I might never open them again.

I realized how beautiful Kim Taehyung was when I bumped into him on that stairwell; when his eyes gazed into mine softly and I couldn’t stop thinking about it that night .

I realized how sad Kim Taehyung was when I saw him in the garden and eavesdropped on his conversation with his bodyguard, about how he refused to meet with the other members because of how burdensome he felt.

I realized how lonely Kim Taehyung must have felt when I overheard Yoongi’s conversation with the doctor; how did it feel for him to push away people he loved so much because he couldn’t bear to bring them pain?

I realized I was in love with Kim Taehyung when I placed my hand in his that October night; when he still had a grip strong enough to tell me everything was okay without the words.

I realized that Kim Taehyung and I were always bound to a painful ending when he explained why Will Traynor decided to leave Louisa Clark; he even had to baby me during the credits.

I realized how loved Kim Taehyung was when the members and the crew rented a stadium to perform a few songs just for him; and when he smiled, I felt it too.

I realized how terrifying it was to lose Kim Taehyung when I woke up from my faint and couldn’t find him anywhere; was he afraid of the same for me?

I realized how beautiful and eternal Kim Taehyung and I were when I watched shooting stars cross the sky, reflected on our orbs and printed an unforgettable memory in my mind. That night, he told me how ‘we are forever written in the stars’, and how he wouldn’t let the universe forget about us, ever.

And I realized all of these things even now, as he laid on his bed with his frail hand in mine, cheeks so hollowed I was afraid to hold his face in my hands. The monitor next to him beeped slowly, and I sat there so destitute.

The amount of tears I had shed weren’t enough to tell how broken I was. My heart was in shattered pieces, piercing everything inside me. I hadn’t eaten or slept in days, knowing that he didn’t have much time left.

I stared at his face, and watched as he struggled to keep his eyes open as best as he could. He was in grave pain and if there was anything, anything at all that I could do to take that away from him, I would.

It wouldn’t matter to me if it meant I’d grow sicker, or if I would have died at that moment. Out of all the people in the world, no one deserved this pain, especially a kind soul like Kim Taehyung.

His hand was in mine and despite his small movements, I could tell when he squeezed my hand to reassure me. I was aware of how messy and worn out I must have looked even though I promised to look my best for his final hours.

But every time I looked up to see his face, a new rush of emotions surged through me and flooded my eyes.

I suddenly felt a light squeeze on my hand and my head snapped up, frantic and alert. I watched as he gulped and I leaned in so I could hear him better.

“S-Sleep-Sleepy.” He sighed out and I swore I tried my hardest not to burst into tears in front of him.

“Do you want to go to sleep, Taehyung-ah?” I croaked out. I tried to put a small smile on my face. I knew what he meant and God, I could hear my heart shattering in my ears.

He nodded.

“Okay,” I said in an exhale and pursed my lips before I brought our intertwined hands to my mouth and I pressed a kiss on the back of his hand.

“Close your eyes darling.” I sat on his bed then whispered.

“When you wake up,” Lightly, I moved strands of his hair away from his eyes. He still looked so beautiful even at this moment.

“I’ll be here, okay?” I pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead while I placed a hand on his chest. Maybe lies weren’t so bad to help someone rest easily.

I felt as his heartbeat slowed beneath my palm, and I dreaded each painful second.

“Y-You’re m-my-y f-forev-er.” He muttered with an exasperated exhale and I smiled at his words as tears streaked down my face and onto his.

“I love you Kim Taehyung.”

“Rest well my love.”

I looked into the mirror and smiled. I had not looked this beautiful in a while. A pair of arms snaked their way around my waist and spun me around as I admired myself in the mirror. I yelped before a giggle slipped out as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“My angel looks so beautiful today.” He mumbled as he looked me up and down.

“And mine looks the most handsome I have seen him.”

Taehyung pressed his lips onto mine and pulled me closer. He felt so strong, and he looked so magnificent; the best I had ever seen him. All the pain and sorrow was stripped away from his face and God, he looked ever so ethereal.

And I could only think of how beautiful we had become.

My everlasting love,

I found myself grinning as he chuckled into our kiss.

We are forever printed on the stars.

A/N: I’m back with a Tae fic this time. I haven’t written this much in a while I think so it might feel a bit off TT. Can someone teach me how to add break lines in tumblr, it worked with my first post but I’m so confused now. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and please let me know if I missed any warnings. Thank you!

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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extra 2 for Tedious Joys - warnings for adult content, WRH/Lao Nie, slightly dubcon, not necessarily in the same universe as the previous extra, possibly AU

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Humans had three modes of dealing with evil things: fighting, feeding, and fucking.

Much to Jiwei’s disgust, it seemed that her Master could not be dissuaded from treating with Wen Ruohan through the last of these.

You’re disgusted any time I pick the ‘fucking’ option, her Master said tolerantly. He was watching Wen Ruohan’s body as the other man moved through the crowd like a shark amidst waters filled with fat fish, merciful and restrained only in his current lack of interest and yet convinced of his superiority. You’re barely more interested when I pick ‘feeding’, and my body would collapse if I stopped doing that.

I’ve heard good things about inedia, Jiwei retorted, but her Master only laughed. You agree that he’s evil, though.

Jiwei, sweetheart, you think almost everyone is evil.

Because they are!

The ethical frailty of humanity was practically a given at this point: one need only look around this sect conference to find examples of it, the hall teeming with the stench of moral corruption. Sect leaders who would sell their daughters for an iota more of power, who had blood on their hands from executions conducted behind closed doors, liars, thieves, cheats, crooks, evil –

To be both good and evil is natural, Jiwei, even for us two. It’s not worthy of a death sentence.

Jiwei was not arguing in any seriousness: she had long ago reached the conclusion that it was not a debate that her Master was inclined to yield upon, and of course he had long ago won the argument. After all, her Master had done his share of terrible things too, in his time, to defend his sect and his family as needed, and she had been at his side, aiding him as she ought.

She was not as rigid as Baxia, that fearsome child, who longed only, as her master did, for righteousness; she would not argue with her master the way Baxia did, quibbling over mundanities as if the human world were something that could be judged through the merits of a saber. But then Baxia had Nie Mingjue, whose soul was very near to a saber itself – unbending in its ferocity and clear in its simplicity – and Nie Mingjue listened to his saber in a way his father did not, too close and too compassionate, too forgiving of his inhuman partner’s flaws and too willing to take the time to convince when he ought to simply order.

Perhaps it was simply different for the two of them.

Baxia had roared to life with an ancient soul, a queen among sabers, and even Jiwei would not so easily choose to face her down, for all that she was more clever and more practiced, more thoughtful and more reserved, her power the greater, but her potential worse. Luckily it seemed unlikely to ever become an issue, what with Nie Mingjue earnestly trying to teach Baxia the meaning of being filial to one’s elders, as if age were at all relevant to a saber spirit.

Still, even if she were not Baxia, Jiwei had her own pride: she was still a saber, stubborn and inflexible, and so she said, Even Lan Qiren thinks you shouldn’t fuck him.

Jiwei rather begrudgingly liked Lan Qiren. She hadn’t at first, of course – not that she’d noticed him much when he was just a fellow cultivator her Master had taken a shine to, a teenager with a strange manner and his own pride, but later, when her only thought of him had been to wonder how he would dare attempt to interfere with her connection with her Master – but he was stubborn in his own way, obstinate, uncompromising, tenacious.

There was even unexpectedly some rage in him, buried deep beneath his rules and the scars left on his heart – not enough to do anything with it, the poor soul, but enough to show that he knew what it was. Jiwei had finally started condescending to give him a little of her time and attention, maybe a little of her rage that he always seemed to be seeking: at least he knew that he needed it.

Lan Qiren doesn’t want to fuck anyone, her Master said, fond as always. He, at least, would be more than happy to fuck Lan Qiren if the other man were interested. He doesn’t understand the appeal, so how can he really make a judgment on the matter?

Jiwei wasn’t sure that was how it worked – her Master respected Lan Qiren’s judgment on all sorts of things that Lan Qiren didn’t personally appreciate, and in all honesty she suspected that her Master was thinking with all the brain in the lower half of his body again – but she also didn’t actually care all that much.

Wen Ruohan hates Lan Qiren, she said instead, not for the first time that day.

Her Master frowned, as he did before. I don’t know what’s gotten into Hanhan over it. He even went and got Qiren drunk again, and I thought he swore never to be in his vicinity while drunk ever again, after last time.

Lan Qiren, when drunk, dropped all façade of caring about other people’s lack of interest in his favorite subjects, and also any reservations about using his strength and body to pin people into place – he’d held Wen Ruohan down by the arm, and ended up at one point in his lap to loudly insist that he pay attention because they were just getting to the interesting part, despite assurances by Wen Ruohan that it was not interesting, had never been interesting, and that he would shortly begin to bite off his own limbs in order to escape if it did not rapidly become more interesting.

Her Master had gone over at that point, nominally to assist but actually in order to enjoy having Lan Qiren on his own lap, and yet somehow that had only made Wen Ruohan’s expression worse.

Humans were so confusing.

Didn’t you tell Lan Qiren that you’d rescue him sooner if he got drunk again?

Her Master laughed, but he put down his drink and went: Lan Qiren had drunk four toasts, which was three and three-quarters more than he could tolerate, and he had cornered some poor sect leader and started in on some subject on musical cultivation that even Jiwei, who had no ears, could identify as being both esoteric and extremely boring.

Wen Ruohan caught her Master by the wrist before he got to Lan Qiren’s side.

“You should come spend some time with me, my friend,” he said, his eyes intent, purposeful, gaze as hot as the sun patterned on his clothing. “I have scarcely seen you this evening.”

Because you were too busy trying to get Lan Qiren drunk for some reason, Jiwei said scathingly, and her Master shushed her.

“The days in your Nightless City are long and the nights longer, A-Han,” her Master said, turning his hand to stroke two fingers along the underside of Wen Ruohan’s wrist – the other man released his hand, recoiling as if he’d been burnt; he had never grown accustomed to her Master’s shameless displays of affection. “There will still be time for us to spend time together.”

Wen Ruohan’s eyes narrowed. “But not now.”

“Not now,” her Master said agreeably. “I promised Qiren that I wouldn’t let him embarrass himself.”

“Someone else could do that.”

“They could, yes, but I’m the one that promised him.”

Wen Ruohan’s lips twisted. “You promise him many things. More than you should, with him the sect leader of another sect…”

“So are you, Hanhan,” the Master said. “And don’t I promise you the moon and the stars, if only I could fetch them down for you?”

The poetry of humans was truly insipid, in Jiwei’s view, and yet like all monsters Wen Ruohan both hated and loved the purity of her Master’s emotions, his heart offered on a platter without reservations.

It didn’t seem to be working this time, though.

“Go to him, then,” Wen Ruohan sneered, his jaw tight from where he was grinding his teeth together. “I trust you will tell me, then, when you finally decide to promise him that I will no longer be sharing your bed.”

I like him when he’s jealous, her Master remarked to her, and sometimes Jiwei thought her Master could be a very stupid man. He’s never more ferocious and passionate than he is when he thinks someone has taken something of his.

Never more dangerous, you mean. You always did like the ones that could and did want to kill you.

It adds some spice to life.

Life is not a food. It does not require spice.

You don’t eat, sweetheart; what do you know?

Jiwei considered this comment to fall into the same category as the one about Lan Qiren not knowing a bad idea just because he was sensible enough not to want to fuck it.

“Lan Qiren has no say in who I allow to share my bed,” he said, and stepped forward abruptly: Wen Ruohan, his senses as always tuned to the highest level of paranoia, instinctively stepped back, and so allowed her Master to corner him up against the wall, bringing their faces level and close to each other until their breath was shared. “Don’t think I didn’t see who was sending all those toasts to him, A-Han.”

“You object?” Wen Ruohan hissed, trying to pretend that he was unmoved by her Master’s nearness – as if anyone could miss the blood pounding through his veins, or the hardness beneath his clothing that her Master deliberately pressed his thigh against in a teasing gesture that made Wen Ruohan inhale sharply.

Wen Ruohan was too powerful, Jiwei thought; his wives treated him like a god, and his concubines like something even higher – he had never been treated so intimately, so recklessly and without care for whether or not he approved, and he was fascinated by it.

“Do you like him?” her Master asked, and Wen Ruohan’s eyes went wide in indignation. “The Lan sect breeds for beauty, and he’s got his fair share of it, even if he doesn’t think of it that way.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“There’s something appealing even in his very disinterest,” her Master mused, and Jiwei resigned herself to hearing this again. “He’s above such things, like a statue carved into the mountainside, untouchable and cold, the stone unyielding, and yet his flesh is as soft as any other man’s – it would give if you pressed on it. Turn red if you dug your fingers in, bruising like the skin of a ripe peach.”

Wen Ruohan’s throat worked as he swallowed.

“You like that sort of thing, don’t you? You like it when people are in pain…you like the rush of power it gives you. There are other ways of having power, A-Han.”

Her Master had thoroughly pinned Wen Ruohan against the wall now, even though the other sect leader’s cultivation was higher, his physical strength above their own. Their hips were slotted together, the two of them grinding up against each other, and Wen Ruohan’s mouth was a little agape, his lips and the tongue between them very red.

“There are,” he murmured, eying her Master as if he wanted to peel off his skin and devour him whole, put him in his belly where no one else would be able to reach him. “And this is his: that even now you will leave me and go to him instead.”

Her Master laughed.

“I need to take him to bed,” he murmured, words deliberately ambiguous, and Wen Ruohan jerked in his grasp – perhaps her Master was not so wrong in thinking that Wen Ruohan admired the coldly beautiful Lan Qiren more than he should. “Why don’t you help me?”

Wen Ruohan frowned, even as her Master stepped away. “Help you?”

“Take him to bed,” her Master said, and smiled as Wen Ruohan scowled at him. “It’ll be easier to carry him with two of us.”

Lan Qiren did not especially want to go with them, eager to continue his elaboration on whatever subject he was on now – actually a method for temporarily cutting off someone’s breathing using sound alone, not that anyone would be able to tell unless they had an excellent understanding of musical notation, esoteric cultivation techniques, and the human pulmonary system – although the sect leaders he had cornered were deeply grateful for the intervention. Still, Lan Qiren was a cultivator of song and thought, his strength respectable but nothing in comparison to martial cultivators like Jiwei’s Master or Wen Ruohan; they were easily able to drag him away despite his protests.

Her Master eased the way further by picking up another jar of wine and pouring it into Lan Qiren’s throat as they fought to get him up the stairs, the additional liquor finally acting to push him from wildness into quietude in a single step: he fell asleep at once, instantly becoming as limp as a fully cooked noodle and just as inconvenient.

“Do you have to deal with this every time?” Wen Ruohan complained.

Jiwei’s Master chuckled. “It helps to have experience,” he said, tapping the side of his nose. “Come, get his shoes off while I get the bed ready.”

“You treat me as if I were a common servant,” Wen Ruohan said disdainfully, although he did kneel and remove Lan Qiren’s shoes. Jiwei almost wondered at his willingness, given Wen Ruohan’s usual self-perception as a soon-to-be deity, or at least she did until he ran his fingers up Lan Qiren’s calf and even up to his inner thigh, his gaze firmly fixed on Jiwei’s Master as if in challenge – he was starting something, of course.

“You can’t make him jump when he’s like this,” her Master said, unmoved by the provocation. “He’s utterly insensate; he wouldn’t even notice if you put your hand on his dick.”

“Maybe I should,” Wen Ruohan said, the implicit challenge now outright.

“Maybe you should put it on mine instead,” her Master said. “There’s a second bed in the room.”

Jiwei did not have eyes, but she could enjoy the expression of shock on Wen Ruohan’s face through her Master’s perception of it.

“You’re not serious,” Wen Ruohan said. He did not sound repulsed by the idea – merely surprised that Jiwei’s Master had suggested it, and more than a little intrigued by it.

“I’ve gone night-hunting with him before,” her Master said. “He understands that men who are not him have needs that must be fulfilled; he’s told me before that he doesn’t mind me getting myself off near him, or even while thinking of him, as long as I don’t involve him.”

“You’re rather pushing the boundaries of that agreement, aren’t you?”

Jiwei’s Master had a smile full of teeth – his own type of shark, his own type of monster. “Don’t you like pushing boundaries the most, A-Han?”

It was things like this that drew a clear line between Jiwei’s Master and Baxia’s, Jiwei thought to herself, amused. In the ranking of things that were dear to her Master, his sect came first, and all else second, even family, friendship, or morality; Nie Mingjue, in contrast, would rank family first, morality second, and sect third, and would never take even minimal advantage of a friend, even when the gains were great and the downsides almost none.

Their power over Wen Ruohan was useful to the Nie sect, and pleasing to Jiwei’s Master on a personal basis; the power they drew out from their dual cultivation beneficial to both him and her – they did, in fact, engage in it on the second bed in the room, her Master’s voice rough against his Hanhan’s ear, spinning fantasy and filth at the same time, both their gazes fixed firmly on where Lan Qiren slept innocently on, detached in his disinterest and unlikely to object to anything other than the sheer impropriety of it even if he awoke.

Certainly that had been his reaction the last few times her Master had brought someone back to the single room at the inn that they had been sharing – not that Wen Ruohan needed to know that he wasn’t the first.

Do you intend to court them both? Jiwei asked, curious. It wasn’t the worst idea, even if she despaired at the thought of there being even more fucking instead of fighting: Lan Qiren’s coolness was a good counterbalance to Wen Ruohan’s heat, even if Wen Ruohan’s viciousness was more their speed than Lan Qiren’s level-headed contemplation and compassion. If he obtained them both, her Master could get the benefits of Lan Qiren’s company and conversation, which he truly enjoyed, and Wen Ruohan’s body and cleverness, and perhaps with two of them at his side Wen Ruohan would finally find himself content with what he had, able to stop his endless quest for more, more, more, the yawning pit of greed that lay beneath his arrogance and drove him to do increasingly terrible things.

Perhaps, if they’d let me, her Master replied. His mental voice was tight the way it always was when he dual cultivated with another cultivator, in the time before he reached release – he would be full of energy in the morning, excitable; their morning training together would be especially good for them both, strengthening them as they shared the qi between them. They’d be a force to be reckoned with, especially with me beside them…Qiren doesn’t like sex, but he’s never objected to romance, so it’s not hopeless. Hanhan could be taught to respect limits, and Qiren’s always been remarkably easy-going with those he considers his friends. It would be a good match. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?

You’ve always had eyes for things bigger than you can swallow, Jiwei said. She would roll her eyes if she had them. Well, good luck. Don’t let it be your funeral.

Don’t worry, her Master said, reckless as always. I won’t.

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theimpossiblehologramtree · 4 years ago

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Making Queen members flower crowns would include

Pairing: Queen members x reader

Word count: (altogether) 1800+

Warnings: some sickening fluff, oh and swearing but that’s a standard, some slightly suggestive themes in john’s (implied sex) but nothing accually happens except a kiss

A/N: Hello you beautiful people! I’m back (don’t get used to that tho lol) I thought of this two years ago when i first saw Bohemian Rhapsody (SO 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO). Freddie’s is gender neutral. I tried to add a “keep reading” button but I’m not sure it works tbh because this hell of a side never cooperates.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Brian May

You were laying on Brian's lap, the sun hitting your face pleasantly. This week the weather was nice and warm, which was something extremely unusual in England, so the two of you decided to head out to the country and have a little picnic.

After what felt like hours spent in the car ("Brian, for Christ's sake, would you open the bloody window, I can't breathe!" and "Bri, I love you, but if we don't get there in five minutes, I'm going to murder you, I swear") you finally found a nice clearing, where you could relax and forget about the stresses of city life.

Brian put down a blanket on the grass, near a small stream that flew through the forest. He brought the bag with food and drinks (you didn't have a basket, so you had to improvise).

You quickly put some sunscreen on your face and laid down, keeping your head propped on Brian's lap. He put a hat over his face and fell asleep, his chest rising steadily.

After some time (that fucking wasp didn't let you sit in one place), you stood up and noticed many beautiful flowers, growing on a nearby bush. You got lost in picking up the most beautiful ones, admiring each one carefully. When you got enough, you sat back down and started tying the stems together.

Suddenly you got an idea. Careful not to wake him up, you began sticking the flowers in Brian's dark curls.

Your now decorated boyfriend woke up and stretched, not noticing the colourful addition to his hair. This made you chuckle softly, but you decided to see how long it would take him to realize.

+"What is it, babe? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, Bri, I just remembered a funny joke, that's all."

"Oh tell me, then."

"What’s the difference between a lawnmower and an electric guitar?"

"Hm?"

"You can tune a lawnmower!"

You both enjoyed the rest of the day swimming in the stream, sunbathing and eating the snack you brought. And Brian somehow still didn't notice.

Until it was time for you to get home.

You got in the car ("Open the window now, it's like in the oven in here!") and Brian looked into the rear-view mirror.

+"Hey, (Y/N), what the fuck is that? I love it."

Roger Taylor

So honestly it would probably happen during one of his concerts.

You were backstage watching the show, enjoying every second of it. Freddie was in the middle of shouting some (very inappropriate) compliments to Brian's ass, slapping his buttcheeks. The crowd immediately went wild hundreds of fans screamed in unison. You chuckled under your breath, flashing a white smile at your beloved boyfriend Roger and his bandmates. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you turned around, your eyes meeting Mary's.

+"What's up, kiddo?" she smirked and patted your back.

"Oh, nothing much. Just Freddie being Freddie," you replied, making both of you erupt with laughter.

Suddenly you felt a familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach. Out of nowhere, your hands became shaky, your breath shallow and quick. Feeling like you need some fresh air, you excused yourself.

+"Are you sure you're okay, (Y/N)?" Mary watched you carefully, her hand supporting you in case you fainted.

"Yes, Mary, I just need some fresh air. I'm extremely tired, and I haven't eaten anything since this morning" you reassured your friend. "I'm just gonna sit outside for a while."

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, still not convinced about your well-being.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to spoil the gig for you. I'll be back before you know it" you squeezed her hand and, after promising her to be careful, you headed outside.

You took a walk alongside the small patch of lawn beside the exit. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you noticed some daisies grow in the green grass. Without thinking much, you sat down and started picking them up and tying their stems together.

Your fingers worked quickly, making a beautiful flower crown, mindlessly.

Meanwhile, on stage, the boys were singing She makes me - a song that reminded Roger of you. He quickly glanced to his right, expecting to see your beautiful figure standing with Mary. But, much to his surprise, he couldn't see you anywhere. It was no secret that his eyesight was shit but, bloody hell, it wasn't that bad. His blue eyes were searching for you, frantically.

When the song ended, he quickly motioned to Freddie to take a quick break, while he went to check up on you. He practically sprinted to Mary, almost knocking down his drumkit and John.

+"You dumb fuck, watch where you're going, Rog!"

Usually, Roger would reply with some snarky comment, but at that moment he really didn't care. When he reached Mary, he didn't even need to ask her about you.

+"She's outside. Needed some fresh air" the girl shooked her head towards the exit.

Roger quickly walked outside, knowing that he couldn't stall the audience for too long. But at the same time, he must have made sure you were all right.

He got out of the building and searched for you. He spotted to sitting on a small patch of grass, holding a pretty flower crown in your hands. His heart ached at this sight.

+"Hello, love" he whispered, kneeling next to you. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am, Rog" you kissed his cheek. "I just felt a bit off, that's all."

You felt your boyfriend press a kiss to your hair. You smiled at the feeling, leaning into his touch.

You finally placed the finished flower crown on his head, brushing away loose strands of sweaty hair from his face, your hand gently brushing his temple. He took your tiny hands in his and kissed your fingers.

+"Do you wanna go back in there, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, looking deeply into your eyes.

You nodded and pecked his lips, "Of course, Rog, I wouldn't want to miss any more of your show."

He smiled and lead you inside, placing his hand on the small of your back. You returned to Mary and wished your boyfriend good luck.

Roger kept the flowers on his head throughout the whole gig, sending you a dashing smile and winking at you every now and again.

I just think Roger would look sososo pretty in a flower crown.

John Deacon

It was a lovely afternoon in London. You and your fiancé John decided to take a walk after the whole day in the studio, recording songs.

Taking a walk in a nearby park was a great way to destress and release the tension accumulated during the day. It was something John realized pretty early on in your relationship and took full advantage of it. He loved wandering along the pebbled pathways that swirled around beautiful trees and bushes full of colourful flowers. Being in the presence of nature made him feel at ease and helped him relax.

But the real reason why he enjoyed your walks so much was you. He adored seeing your face light up with joy when you saw a squirrel run up a branch of an old oak or when you spotted a particularly beautiful fish in the small pond. He could watch you pick up fallen leaves for ages and hear you talk to little kids in a playground, showing them the shiny rocks you collected along the way.

To be honest, he always dreamt about starting a family with you and seeing you get along with kids so well only increased that desire.

Often after a walk, he was in the mood™, which, considering his shy nature, always took you by surprise.

Oh man, he just loved taking a walk in the park.

And today was no different.

You were walking hand in hand, admiring the blossoming flowers. Occasionally, you would stop and pick them up, making a small bouquet in the process. White daisies, pink clovers and blue forget-me-nots accumulated with every step you took.

John was telling you about the new idea he had for a song, kissing your cheek every now and again.

Listening to him, you started to fiddle with the flowers, tying them in knots. After a while ("And then, I think, we could include a gong, you know?") you were done with your creation.

You put the flowers on John's head and kissed his temple.

+"What's that, darling?" he asked you, surprised.

"Nothing, but I think you look sensational, my love" you replied, smiling innocently.

You felt John's hand bring you closer to him. He kissed you, entangling his long and incredibly skilled fingers in your hair. The kiss soon turned into more heated one.

+"I'll show you how sensational I really am, pretty girl."

Freddie Mercury

So with Freddie, it was probably at one of his parties.

He invited you along to have a drink with him and his bandmates.

You usually weren't the one for big and loud parties, but he kept asking you and you gave in.

+"Oh okay, Fred, I'll do it," you said after the twentieth time he had asked you.

"Fantastic, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, loudly clapping his hands. "Just remember to wear a costume."

But you didn't really want to dress up in fancy dresses or costumes from different eras. Calling Mary, you asked her for advice and she told you to just wear some accessories.

So before the party, you went to a small flower shop and bought a small bouquet of purple lilacs. At home, you made a flower crown, hoping that dressing up as a nymph would be enough.

When you got to Freddie's house, you were greeted by a crowd of people in colourful skirts and suits with fashionable patterns. That's when you found Freddie, Roger, Brian and John, chilling on a couch with their dates.

+"Oh, (Y/N), you look marvellous, darling!" exclaimed Freddie dressed as a king, while he stood up to embrace you in a warm hug.

"Thank you, Fred, I made it myself" you smiled shyly.

You got some champagne and joined the conversation.

Suddenly, you felt a pat on your shoulder, and, when you turned around, you saw Freddie holding out a hand to you, asking you to dance with him. You gladly accepted and got up.

+"I really meant it, darling. You do look marvellous tonight" he whispered in your ear.

"Thank you, Freddie, you can have it if you'd like" you sent him a warm smile.

You took off his golden crown and set it aside. Gently taking off the flower crown from your head, you placed it on top of Fred's. He beamed at you and put his own crown on top of your head.

+"Now you rule here, darling."

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D..... if were working with 'Pigsy was Baije' then does Wukong know? Were Wukong and Baije a thing too or is that exclusively an 'in the now' thing?

I mean either way that will be FUN to find out

TW: Death, Blood and Injury

Also Season 2 spoilers

Okay so I’ve thought about this a lot-

Thank you for giving me a chance to ramble, anon. This is going to be long

So, I would like to believe Wukong finds out eventually, either through Sandy (who I’d like to think is Sha Wujing), his golden eyes or a build up of hints. Since they’re stuck together on a ship, I think he has more time to figure it out because maybe he’s never really paid attention to MK’s friends until they had to be forced together. Or he did know before that and is just hiding it extremely well.

So for the ‘were Bajie and Wukong a thing’ I believe that even if they weren’t a thing, they at least had feelings each other that they never acted on because I am also a massive Zhuhou shipper.

Either way, it’s Wukong mourning for his lost love. We get a tragedy from two sides if Bajie died (from “To Catch a Leaf, it’s very implied something happened to him), although there are as just as much angles if we got with an alternate universe where Pigsy is just Bajie in disguise which I will elaborate on further.

If Bajie and Wukong were a thing, either married or still in the dating phase, and Bajie died, Wukong knows he has just lost the person he loved the most. Bajie’s death takes place possibly years after Wukong has already sealed DBK and has given up fighting. At this point, demons are still causing havoc and Bajie, who’s maybe matured a little bit, has decided to step up and be the hero for both of them.

Bajie, as shown in the first chapter he appears in, can fight Wukong on equal grounds but usually he does get lost in his cowardice and desire (since desire is what he’s supposed to represent) although when they do need him, he’s there.

Wukong isn’t worried about him fighting because he is strong. One day, there is word about an extremely powerful demon that people are having trouble with so they need Wujing, Bajie and some other warriors to help. Wukong feels something in his gut telling him to not let his husband go but he ignores it, the pig can handle himself. He gives his husband as much kisses as he possibly can with “Do your best, idiot. I love you.” Then he pats Wujing on the shoulder and watches them leave.

He chills on his mountain, suppressing the dread that lies in his stomach and eventually, he sees the top of Wujing’s hair and thinks “Oh, they’re back. I wonder how it went. I can’t wait to shower Bajie with kisses.” He sees Wujing’s face which is a mix of sadness, guilt, grief and anger all wrapped into one. The fish demon gets closer, holding Bajie’s body in his arms, bruises and blood present, the pig isn’t moving, isn’t breathing and Wukong feels sick to his stomach.

He rushes towards them, demanding to know what happened and Wujing explains that during the attack, Bajie blocked a blow meant for Wujing, the fish demon was on the ground when the demon was about to strike him, he was on his knees, breathing heavily and his reactions too slow to fight back. The pig gets knocked to the ground where the enemy demon hits him again and is about to give another blow when some soldiers attack him. It left Wujing enough time to go over to Bajie and try to help with his injuries but the bleeding was too much for him to stop, the pig leaves some parting words and passes away.

When he finishes, Wukong says the demon better be dead or he’ll go kill him himself, Wujing says he killed the demon and Wukong growls out a “good” and goes quiet.

He takes Bajie’s body in his arms, either remaining quiet with silent sobbing mixed in or screaming his lungs out and weeping more than he has ever before. He decides to bury his husband, aware that Bajie will be reincarnated one day, he has no idea when that will be. He leaves a small “Goodbye, my love…” as the pig is buried. And it hits him that he couldn’t protect one of the people that mattered the most to him and he decides to hole himself up on his mountain with the rest of his family occasionally checking up on him, he’s too lost in his grief to care rather they’re there or not while Wujing is in lost in his anger.

Eventually they stop visiting and Wukong believes they passed on just as Bajie did so he sets up a shrine for them.

Wukong holds on to whatever he has of them left, like the courtship bracelets. He makes sure to clean those regularly, holding back sobs as he does so, he gets defensive when anyone asks what they are, no one needs to know what those are except him.

Centuries pass and he finds Xiaotian, the perfect candidate to be successor, he watches the kid carefully, mostly focusing on him, barely taking note of the people around the kid.

So he trains him, hardly leaving his mountain, he doesn’t need to after all. Being around the kid brings him more joy than he’s felt in years but he still misses his family like crazy so he has the kid destroy the mural. It’s a painful reminder of what he has lost.

New Years comes around and we know how that whole thing goes, at the end, when Wukong is near MK’s friends, getting a closer look than he ever has before, maybe he realizes those are his family. He questions, did Tripitaka and Wujing reincarnate as well? An overwhelming feeling pops up in his chest at seeing them after so many years. When he gets a glimpse of Pigsy, he thinks “Oh my gods. That’s him. That’s my husband. He’s here, he’s alive… but he isn’t my husband, not anymore” and Wukong has got to get out of there before it becomes too much so he leaves.

And he suppresses all of it because he has bigger things to worry about.

Then at the last moment, when he finally has what he needs to defeat WBS, he flies just in time to see the kid lose to WBS and he pulls him out of there. Then he gets scolded by the man he once loved, still loves and he knows his husband the pig demon is right.

He tries to convince the others that they shouldn’t go, they’re mortal after all but they refuse and he has to bring them along. Now he and his family’s reincarnations are stuck in close quarters and he wants to get close to them again, he does but he doesn’t deserve it. He let the person he loved die and Pigsy doesn’t think that highly of him anyway so it’s better he just stay away as much as he can. Yet he’s still so hopelessly in love and he tries everyday to not wrap Pigsy in a hug and apologize, the same goes for the rest of his family.

Wujing, I mean Sandy, notices the king’s mood and asks what’s wrong where the king pushes him away, explaining how it’s none of his business. When Sandy tries to push further, Wukong shouts at him how the demon has probably never lost family and Sandy stays silent then explains how he lost a brother. And it hits Wukong, this is Wujing, actually Wujing, not some reincarnation and they hug and sob, maybe the others catch them and they don’t explain.

They’re all each other has and they cling to each other with the others questioning their new found closeness and Pigsy feels a twinge of jealousy but he has no idea why. Wukong tries to connect with Bajie while maintaining his distance because it still hurts way too much.

Now to explain, what happens if they weren’t an item. So, basically the same thing happens with Bajie’s death except they think something happened to Wukong since they couldn’t find him after he sealed DBK. Again demons are still popping up like crazy, taking advantage of the fact that the king is no longer around.

So Bajie steps up, gaining a more responsible attitude and despite, rumors spreading that the king dies, he ignores them as he believes Wukong will return one day. He gets extremely irritated when people say Wukong died or abandoned them. The same thing happens where he bleeds and dies, leaving Wujing, Bái Longma/Ao Lie and possibly Tripitaka, if he hasn’t reincarnated, to mourn (using this angle for a fic I’m working on).

Obviously Wukong thinks they’re dead and again, possibly at New Years, the king finds his family’s reincarnations and questions what happened, feeling a good amount of guilt for leaving them.

Then while they’re all stuck on the ship together or some other thing, Wujing reveals that he is still the same person and admits what happened to Bajie which just grows Wukong’s guilt and he has to stay away from everyone for a few days.

I would imagine he tries to respectfully maintain his distance from Pigsy while also trying to get closer, possibly sticking to him like a puppy. Again, does he really have the right to be near him? Because he left them and it could have been preventable if he just stayed.

The pig has no idea why the king sticks to him sometimes, he finds he doesn’t really mind it for some reason?? Also it’s easy for him to keep an eye on the king and makes sure he takes care of himself. And the king is kinda cute, he’ll admit. Wukong calls Pigsy little nicknames in his head a lot.

Wukong falls deeper in love with Pigsy, noting that no matter what life he takes on, he still loves him. Very much so and he doesn’t know how to tell him about who he once was.

In either sides, should he tell Pigsy this? Does he have a right to see Pigsy? Does he have the right to see any of them? It hurts to watch his family go on without him, but they’re happy, right? He shouldn’t interfere with their lives more than he already has. They don’t deserve that. On both, there is tragedy, longing and mourning and Wukong feeling guilty for so many reasons.

And we have the third take, the universe where Pigsy is Bajie in disguise.

Pigsy mourns Wukong like the king mourns him. Wukong is one of the few people that Pigsy has ever truly loved and vice versa. They miss each other like crazy, believing the other is dead and wishing they could talk to each other once again.

They wish they could have said something to each other, confess their feelings and maybe it would have changed something. Maybe the other would have stayed alive and well. While Pigsy’s working, sometimes it hits him that it’s better that he never said anything, after all, he isn’t Wukong, he’s not a hero, he doesn’t consider himself one. He was a slacker, a coward who did everything to cause problems and does Wukong really need someone like that in his life? Maybe that’s why he left. Pigsy ignores his good qualities from when he went by Zhu Bajie because he doesn’t think he has any good qualities.

The monkey would have rejected him, no doubt about that so it’s better he never admitted his feelings.

Time passes and he takes in Xiaotian, the kid can be good at his job, but annoyingly distracted. The kid is a big fan of the Journey to the west and a part of him feels joy as hearing someone so close to him enjoy the adventures but it’s also another reminder about all his stupid actions. Especially when Tang likes to point out his past mistakes to tease him for always getting them in trouble.

And one day, he sends MK on another delivery because he should really be working instead of listening to those stories. And what’s this, a bad review? Okay, Xiaotian needs to explain this! Where is he?

He’s about to scold him when Xiaotian reveals the staff and no, no, no, no, that can’t be Wukong’s. It just can’t be. Laugh, Pigsy, the kid must have just found a cheap imitation.

Then the kid accidentally breaks the table with it and oh my gods, it’s Wukong’s.

And Pigsy takes them to Sandy. MK believes that Wukong will be there and could the king be there? Yes, it is his home but they haven’t heard a word from him, the pig still believes Wukong is dead. There’s a small ray of hope that the king is alive.

Somehow, Tang and Sandy manage to convince Pigsy to go with the two. He grumbles about it and inside it hurts to go to the home of the man you once loved, still love, knowing that he won’t be there.

Then the fight with Princess Iron Fan happens and Pigsy believes he lost his kid as well.

And it turns out that Xiaotian is fine, thankfully. When Mei asks if MK managed to find Wukong and MK says yes, that cements it, he’s alive. And he never visited them. He tries to not clench his fists in anger and watches as the kid fights DBK.

His kid, the one he thought was dead, is now Wukong’s successor. The king let him believe that Xiaotian was dead, stupid monkey.

That night, he goes on and on to Sandy and Tang about how he hates Wukong, that’s a lie, and how the king should have told him he was okay. He manages to convince them that they shouldn’t see Wukong. If he wanted to visit them, he would have done so.

Life goes on with the pig hearing little things about what the king is doing from Xiaotian, his chest aches. He wants to punch the king in his handsome face and he is so tempted to charge up onto that mountain and do so but he holds off.

And he kinda wonders why the king left. And a thought crosses his mind, maybe it was because of him. Maybe the king didn’t want to be around him any longer and decided to leave. He knows how bad he was in the past so the king probably had enough and decided to go.

Maybe Xiaotian decides to finally introduce Wukong to his favorite people, he’s heard some thing and the kid convinces him to do so. And he meets them and they remind him of his family because they are his family including the person he loved, loves most in the world. Either Wukong knows they’re the originals or believes they’re reincarnations and how they’re so close yet so far.

Wukong yearns for that closeness once again especially with Bajie, the pig who has captured his heart even with their differences and he tries to impress Pigsy a little. Pigsy tries to keep the monkey at arms length, he is not having his heart broken again, that monkey is not getting close to his family.

And yes, I made this insanely long. Thanks to whoever reads this.

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