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one chocolate bunny themed cat please! đ
First march ask!
Cacaotuft is a dark brown cat with faded stripes and a wavy white undercoat. He uses he/him pronouns. His tail is stubby, and he has a strange fondness for fetching bird eggs. He's often the first to volunteer to care for a kit in need of it, though he has never expressed an interest in having them himself.
His favorite food is hare, even though he has an unfortunate scar on his muzzle from one.
#warrior cat#warrior cats#erin hunter warriors#wc oc#warrior cats oc#warriors#warriors oc#march event#not generator post#prompt#prompt cat#spring prompt
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Silvergifting - March
Written for my dear reader MoonLord :D (again)
Oh, this one is violent and dark. Please be advised!
Prompts: âLook at me! - Sacrifice - Sworn Enemy
Pairing: Annatar x Celebrimbor
Words: 1015
Warnings: blood, torture, sadness, fear, flaying, mutilation, manipulation, cruelty

âTell me where they are!â Annatar enunciated, a frown forming on his luminous brow.
Something about TyelpĂ«âs face irked him, and it took a moment for him to understand that his former lover looked positively ugly.
Tired, injured, and visibly terrified, Celebrimbor was far from the suave smith and comely cub that had almost managed to capture Annatarâs petrified heart.
His skin was blotchy, and his eyes were bloodshot as he writhed, naked and sweating profusely, against the cold steel that held him.
In many shockingly dispassionate ways, he reminded his finally revealed enemy of the horses the Children rode into battle, and which ran themselves ragged before being âdeliveredâ by a merciful blade.
For darling TyelpĂ«, there would, of course, be no such mercy before heâd not given up the secret he so stubbornly tried to withhold from one immeasurably more powerful and terrible than he could even imagine.
By nature and design, Annatar himself had no notion of uglinessâeven his unchained anger and boundless hatred only gilded him and, if anything, made him even more unbearably, uncannily beautiful.
Indeed, the flush of ire in his cheeks and the flash of calculating disdain in his eyes only heightened his bewitching pulchritude, and this alone seemed to further distress his headstrong captive if his frantic squirming against unbreakable bonds was any indication.
No, the hideousness of rage and fear was something Annatar had learned and studied throughout the ages.
âHey, look at me,â he purred, lifting Celebrimborâs headâlolling feebly to and froâby the deceivingly tender touch of a single finger. âTell me where those silly, inconsequential rings you made, according to my design and thanks to my help, are, and Iâll let you go. We could even try to rekindleâŠâ
His lips curled into a petulant moue of displeasure when Celebrimbor gave a raucous, brittle, distinctly derisive chuckle.
âOr not,â Annatar continued smoothly. âIt doesnât matter. Just tell me where youâve taken them!â
The lightâonce so compellingly bright and pureâwithin the young Elf was failing fast now; already it seemed reduced to a single flickering point of defiance within his otherwise dull gaze, and Annatar gave a long, regretful sigh.
âIâve known your great-grandfather,â he said with an impish smirk. âAnd your grandfatherâŠand FĂ«anĂĄro, of course.â
As he spoke, Annatar let his long, slender fingers touch the steel construction onto which he had affixed Celebrimborâs painfully stretched-out limbs. In honour and mockery of his heritage, Annatarâwho had once been Mairon, The Admirableâhad returned to his own roots and had handcrafted a beautiful eight-pointed star such as the boyâs grandfather had elected as his sigil.
A muted grunt that Annatar could not quite interpret escaped his captive at that.
âLet it sink in,â Annatar purred. âUnderstand who and what I amâwhat Iâve seen, what Iâve done, what terrible and wonderful power I wield!â
Even if the incarnates, quick to forget the lessons their ancestors had carved out of history by blood and suffering, seemingly invariably swallowed his disguise line, hook, and sinker, Annatar remembered everything.
âThere is fire in your blood,â he whispered fervently. âIt has been kindled within your line long before you were even a distant dream.â
Pressing his lips against Celebrimborâs sweat-sheened temple, Annatar let some of that life-giving heat heâd carried within himself since before Arda had been created flow into the otherâs fading being.
âI can keep you alive.â It was a promise. It was a threat. âI know what you need, and I shall give it to you while stripping you of everything else.â
Again, Celebrimbor merely moaned before clamping his pale, bloodless lips shut.
âAs you wishâŠâ
With deliberate, teasing precision, Annatar chose a sharp blade from his collection and made the first cut.
âIâve perfected this technique on your uncle,â he explained cheerily as he splayed a warm, soothing hand against the concave, trembling stomach of his doomed paramour. âHe was also such a sacrificial fool.â
As he meticulously severed ligaments and detached muscles, Annatar let his supreme energy flow in a steady, sustaining stream into Celebrimborâs agonised body.
âHe wouldnât give up his secrets either,â he muttered, still peeved at the recollection of Maedhrosâs laughable obstinacy. âMuch good it did him.â
âHe lived.â
âNot for long.â
Celebrimbor, even as he was divested of his pristine skin piece by piece, had the nerve to utter another guffaw that echoed like a scream through the empty chamber.
âYou know nothing about time,â he ground out. âAnd you shall never learn where the rings are.â
âYouâll die a terrible death,â Annatar prophesied darkly.
The almost pitying gaze the moribund Elf gave him made the unveiled Maia bare his teeth in frustration.
âAnd I thought you knew my family,â Celebrimbor hissed. âAs ever, you overestimate yourself. I am undaunted.â
For a while, Annatar continued his gruesome work in sullen silence. He kept that flayed grotesquery of his own making suspended on the very edge of death as he peeled back the layers of his beloved Tyelpë to reveal his sworn enemy.
That last insult had hit him harder and wounded his pride deeper than heâd anticipated, especially seeing the unequivocal power dynamic in which they presently found themselves.
Despite his instinctive reluctance, Annatar searched his near-perfect memory for hints and clues.
There were many things for which these pesky incarnates would die gladly, and he couldnât decide which one was at stake presently.
Could it be a home Celebrimbor had never really had since leaving the Blessed Realm?
The idea of another lover was so outrageous that Annatar discarded it instantlyâit was inconceivable to him that any other being, no matter how handsome or kind, might have eclipsed him in TyelpĂ«âs affections.
Family. The certainty hit the malicious Maia like his former Masterâs icy breathâif there was one thing that turned even the most loquacious of Elves into unmoving stone, it surely was the safety and happiness of their kin.
âTheyâre all dead,â he spat distractedly.
âWell,â Celebrimbor breathed faintly. âThen the rings are lost, and you shall never retrieve them!â

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Lots of love from me!
@fellowshipofthefics Here's a really dark one one!

#og post#Fanfiction#writing#IDNMT writes#jrrt#Tolkien fanfiction#Luck of the Draw#March event#FOTFICS March 2024#Silvergifting#Annatar#Celebrimbor#Annatar x Celebrimbor#Hey look at me#Sacrifice#Sworn enemies#For MoonLord#dark#cw: blood#cw: torture#cw: physical violence
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Hellllloooooo :D
I'm probably about to sound a lil stupid but I have no damn clue where to get the rw art month prompt list and I have no idea who to ask or where I would find it exactly  ¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
do you perhaps have it or know where to find it???
(no real reason for asking u in particular btw, I just saw an art month post from someone at the top of my page and decided to ask ,:))
OH there was an announcement on the main Rain World server on discord which had the list! Here it is, good luck!
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Here it is! The lineup for @manweweek !
Day 1: Family | Breath & Air: BoLT version of ManwĂ«/Varda with baby FionwĂ« Ărion (EönwĂ«)
Day 2: Friends & Love | Rain & Clouds: Manwë & Yavanna
Day 3: The Children | Whispering Breeze: Manwë & Fingon for @melestasflight
Day 4: Poetry & Birdsong | Taniquetil: Manwë/Ingwë
Day 5: Free of Evil | Opposition: Manwë/Melkor for Sofie (nyarnamaitar) - Dead Dove
Day 6: Fallen | Storm: Dark! Manwë/Ulmo for MoonLord - Dead Dove
Day 7: Freeform: Vampire! Manwë/Nåmo
Original image from Nico Frey/Unsplash
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"Anything caught your eye?"
#ngl balor really grew on me somehow#can't wait for his other heart events - I need to know more#matched the composition with my march drawing cus I might wanna do a series with the marriage candidates#already strayed off by adding a cast shadow LOL#idk it really fitted the whole vibe#rambling#fields of mistria#fom balor#o0kawaii0o
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i can't believe jiaoqiu made this guy shit himself
#new event is funny af#honkai star rail#hsr 2.4#saga of primaveral blade#march 7th#jiaoqiu#lyndon skott#<< he got a first name!#not a reblog#1k
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#yemen#jerusalem#tel aviv#current events#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#news on gaza#palestine news#news update#war news#war on gaza#the great march of return#palestinian resistance#apartheid#settler colonialism#gaza genocide#genocide
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The blue and pink of your skin
ášCherry Blossom, March Eventáš
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: sunshine!Jeong Yunho x grumpy!reader
áš Warning: cursing áš Word count: 7.3k áš Rating: sfw áš Genre: fluff, soulmates: a touch from your soulmate will leave an imprint there, road trip, stuck together/roommates, sunshine & grumpy, one friend group, slight enemies to lovers áš Summary: If there's one person you never understood, and stopped trying to, it was Jeong Yunho. Upon your first meeting back in college, you just knew he'd be a pain in the ass...and you were right. His vibrant personality matched with the constant smile on his face and sickening positivity always made you stay away from him. But much to your dismay, your friend groups mashed quite well, and years after college, you were still going strong and hanging out at any given opportunity. Much to your horror, your best friend makes you share a room and a bed with Yunho for the weekend, and that's when things change...but not for the reasons you'd first think of.
A/N: Helloo, my loves! And so, we've reached the penultimate drabble of this event, it feels kind of bittersweet, but I am so glad I could share these stories with you, Mina and I had a blast planning this event and writing all the little stories. Posting this drabble today was strategic since I wanted it to be the closest to Yunho's birthday, hehe, so happy belated birthday to our Yunho! ^^ Out of all the stories, this was the first one I got an idea for, so I'm really excited to finally post it. It turned out shorter than I expected (and I'm glad for that ahahaha). I hope you enjoy, I'd like to thank everyone who have shared their thoughts on all of our stories, we appreciate your feedback lots! That being said, let me know what you thought of this one, and I hope to see you around for my other stories! ^^ divider @cromernet
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           You groaned as you stretched your numb muscles, massaging your calf as you waited for your best friendâs boyfriend to unload your luggage. The drive had taken you three hours, but the longer you stared at the visage, the more you realised it was worth being stuffed inside a car next to Jeong Yunho. You scowled to yourself as your eyes shifted onto the tall man, who wasâunsurprisinglyâlaughing about something he was watching on his phone. His bony knee had been digging into your thigh the whole ride because the tallest and largest man had decided to take the middle seat for some obscure reason. You rolled your eyes and faced Seungcheol as he finally grabbed your duffel bag, hauling it out of the trunk of his car.
âDamn,â He muttered, one eyebrow raised teasingly, âDid you only pack dumbbells, or why is this so heavy?â
You were about to retort something just as Jeonghan slid up next to you, smirking mischievously, âNah, this lovely lady wouldnât leave the house without all that face paint she uses. Had to make sure everything was packed.â
âYou assholes.â You snapped, shrugging off Jeonghanâs arm and ripping your duffle bag out of Seungcheolâs hands, flipping them off as you stormed off towards the lovely-looking beach house. It looked rather spacious, and judging based on the pictures your best friend had shown you of the interior, it had a Greek theme going on. You sighed as you walked up the front steps, still able to hear Seungcheol and Jeonghanâs amused cackles, making you shake your head. At times, you couldnât believe you were friends with such idiots, and for such a long time, at that. Has it been fiveâno, maybe six yearsâsince your friend group formed, all thanks to one drunken night when all of you just so happened to attend the same frat party, teaming up randomly for a game that you couldnât even recall anymore? You remembered those days fondly, even called it the Golden Times since youâve never had as much fun in your life as then. And now, with college over and everyone having busy lives, things were a lot calmer and more complicated. It was a miracle everyone was able to make it this weekend, your little get-together was much expected and welcomed.
The wood creaked under your feet as you took to the second floor, following your best friendâs instructions from this morning. The rooms had already been assigned to everyone, and who your roommate would be was still a mystery. You were just about to guess who it could be when you heard footsteps following after you on the stairs, making you turn your head back. Your heart dropped when your eyes fell on Jeong Yunho, whoâonce againâwas unsurprisingly grinning and looking as happy as if he had won the lottery. He nodded at you in a small greeting as if you hadnât already seen each otherâhell, you were even forced to breathe the same air for three hoursâand out of instinct, your feet carried you up the stairs faster. Yunho looked amused as he jogged up after you, and as if you were a little kid, you found yourself basically running for your assigned room, heart beating fast. Your duffle bag was getting in the way of your legs, forcing you to be a lot slower than you usually were, so you chanced a look back over your shoulder, only to see Yunho still following you. Your heart lurched in your chest as he laughedâas if this was amusing to himâand you finally made it inside your room, whirling around as you stared at Yunho wide-eyed. Why was he following you?! Wasnât it enough you had to endure his laughter and stupid stories for two hours? And then, you had to sit there stiffly as his head lolled to the side, landing on your shoulder as soft snores left his mouth?! God, everything about Jeong Yunho was so damn irritatingâyou wanted to scream. Instead, you slammed the door in his face before he could reach the threshold of your assigned room, heart racing in your chest.
Youâd be ashamed to admit your age if anyone were to see you right now, but as the doorknob started twisting, your hand shot out and grabbed it, keeping it from turning. Your eyebrows furrowed as the person on the other side wouldnât give upâYunho, the person was Yunhoâand you yelped when the door started rattling. Your fingers flexed and your muscles tensed as you dropped your duffle bag, holding the door with both hands, cursing when even the doorframe started shaking.
âWhat the fuck,â You heard a confused mutter on the other side, âIs this stuck?â
God, why did your best friend hate you? There was no way in hell your best friend willingly made Yunho your roommateâshe mustâve been held at gunpoint by Seungcheol when she made the arrangements.
âHey, Y/N? You good in there?!â And God, you hated the slight concern lacing Yunhoâs tone as your hands started aching from your vice-like grip on the doorknob, âThe doorâs stuck!â
âNo, itâs not, you idiot.â You hissed under your breath, accepting your fate as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Then, on the next push, you twisted the doorknob suddenly and yanked it open, making Yunho stumble forward with an alarmed yelp. His eyes widened as he barrelled inside your shared room, hands out in front of himself to brace him in case he fell. He looked like a clown, a tall and idiotic one, as he found his footingâlegs in a wide stance and mouth open in a silent scream. He slowly turned his body, ears burning red, an unsure smile on his lips.
âOh my God, that was scary.â He muttered as he looked around the room, his eyes falling on you as he grabbed his backpack off his shoulder, âWell, hi there, roomie!â
And God, how much you hated that cheerfulâfull of life and happiness and the desire to liveâsmile on his handsome face, you wanted to both scream and punch him.
âRoomie, my ass.â You huffed before turning around and storming outside, leaving a confused Yunho looking after you. His head had tilted to the side as he rubbed his nape with an awkward chuckle leaving his lips, and he shrugged before he grabbed your duffle bag to place it on the left side of your shared queen bed since he knew you preferred sleeping on that side. Meanwhile, with your blood boiling and your cheeks red from both anger and embarrassment, you stormed out onto the back deck, instantly finding your best friend. She was already sipping a cocktail out of a fake coconut, and you wondered when she had made that since you had just arrived.
âKang Seulgi!â You snapped, arms crossing over your chest as you blocked the sun from your best friendâs face. Yeosang, her brother, jumped in the seat next to her when he heard their surname being called, placing a hand over his heart.
âLord, Iâm still not used to you shouting at us.â He muttered under his breath, going back to his magazine when you threw him a dirty look, âAnd Iâve been listening to it for at least ten years.â
Seulgiâs laughter drowned out her brotherâs muttering, and you tried to channel your anger into your issue with Seulgi only. Yeosang was a lovely man, and you sometimes preferred him over his twin sister, but his snarky comments could make you climb walls and hang upside down like a female Spiderman.
âWhatâs the matter, my dearââ
But Seulgi wasnât even finished asking when you were already speaking, fast, and throwing an accusing finger in her face, âYou made me and Yunho room together?! Are you insane?!â
You felt Yeosang look over his magazine, amusement dancing on his features as Seulgi and he shared a look. Oh, so this wasnât just Seulgiâs ideaâsometimes you wondered why you decided to be friends with such devils.
âHoney, I thought we were over this.â Seulgi raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her cocktail nonchalantly, âItâs only for two nights, for Godâs sake. And itâs literally Yunho, the sweetest guy you could ever meet. Do you want me to switch him up with Jeonghan? Or Soonyoung?â
You shuddered hearing those two names and quickly shook your head, realizing that rooming with one evil person or one that would never shut up was perhaps worse than rooming with the guy whoâs been getting on your nerves since the moment you met him. Which wasïżœïżœfive or six years ago, at that college party that changed your lives for the better and an eternity.
âDonât be mad at me, my dear,â Seulgi pouted, reaching out to hold your hand, âOnly you and Yunho arenât a couple; I think it was expected you two end up rooming together. And because I knew youâd hate me for it, as compensation, I gave you the only room with an ocean view.â
Your flare died out at the mention of being able to see the water from your room, and you pouted as you intertwined your fingers with Seulgiâs. She chuckled, shaking her head at you as she offered you her cocktail. Leaning down, you took a sip and instantly regretted it as the potent alcohol burned your throat, the taste of coconut almost making you gag. Yeosang chuckled as he hid behind his magazine, eyes peeking out when you shuddered.
âI hope yours isnât as atrocious as hers.â You pointed at the cocktail sitting on the coffee table next to Yeosang, and he shook his head, grinning proudly.
âJonghoâs bartender days had paid off well.â Right, you forgot for a second that Jongho had flown into the country just to go on this get-together with the whole of you. You couldnât wait to catch up with him, eager to hear all of his stories and the places heâs visited lately. As a rising opera singer, you could confidently say Jongho was the smartest one in your bunch when it came to building a good future for himself. You let go of Seulgiâs hand as you hummed, shuffling on your feet now that you had nothing else to say. You had to room with Yunho whether you liked it or not. Breaking up the couples wouldâve been an asshole move, and it wouldâve also made you feel uncomfortableâunless Yeri, bless her the angel she wasâwould end up fighting with Soonyoung over some game, their fight leading her to ditch Soonyoung and room with you instead. One could pray, and you did as you headed back to your room, wanting to unpack your things.
You dragged your feet as you entered the house, the smell of something delicious cooking making your stomach growl. Jeonghan and Seungcheol were already in the kitchen, seasoning the meat and boiling water for ramen, the caramelized onion promising a delicious lunch in just a few hours. As you went up the stairs, you werenât even surprised to find Soonyoung blasting his music loudly, the door to his and Yeriâs room opened as he was doing push-ups, Yeri nowhere in sight.
âHave a little consideration for some of us, yeah?â You knew Jongho was probably trying to catch up on much-needed sleep, but Soonyoung just pouted before he pushed the door open in your face, not before sticking his tongue out. You rolled your eyes and headed for your room, dread filling your body. Yunho was in there, probably still happy as if he had no worries in this damn world, either smiling or laughing at something on his goddamn phone. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the next two days that were to come, then pushed the door open.
Somehow, you werenât surprised to see Yunho perched up on the edge of the bed, shoes kicked off and his hoodie disregarded as he was playing on his PlayStation Portal, his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed. The guy was obsessed with gaming throughout college, and you see he hadnât let go of the bad habit just yet. You didnât understand what was so entertaining or even pleasurable about wasting your time and life away in front of a console, playing stupid games that either had you mad or screaming at your teammates. Yunho tsked quietly as you walked further inside, shutting the door behind you and stepping out of your shoes, not knowing what to do next. The curtains were undrawn and your eyes settled on the pretty visage for a second, taking in the brightness of the ocean, the waves that crashed against the golden sand not too far from your vacation house. You felt eyes on you, and you turned your head to see Yunho looking up at you with a smile on his lips, the game loading on his console. God, did he have to resemble a damn excited dog? You couldnât even look at a dog anymore without remembering Yunho, he ruined everything for you.
Looking at your duffle bag on the left side of the bed, realizing that Yunho had already unpacked his things on the right side of the room, made something snap in your chest as your heart started racing again. And what better way than to take your frustration out on Yunho? You gritted your teeth and stormed towards the bed, making Yunhoâs eyes widen as you were headed straight for him. He sat up a bit taller when you stopped inches away from him, hands on your hips as you frowned, gnawing on your bottom lip for a second. He opened his mouth, and before he could say something to piss you off even more, your loud voice was clear in the room, âWe need rules.â
Yunho didnât say anything as he looked at you confused, tilting his head as his eyebrows slightly furrowed, âUhm, what for?â
âDid you think I would just let you in my personal space?â You raised your eyebrows at Yunho and he pouted, the game on his console dinging that it was about to start. He looked down to pause it, then faced you again.
âI mean, we are adults, so I just didnât expect for us to haveâŠrules.â For someone who was a philosophy professor, he sure as hell looked and sounded dumb right now. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest instead, tapping your foot against the floor impatiently.
âThatâs exactly why we need rules.â You huffed, then cleared your throat to make yourself understood, âDonât turn on the overhead lights once Iâve gone to bed; if you snore, youâre instantly out. Clean the sink and toilet after you use it, itâs literally not that hard to close the lid. If I find pubic hair in the shower, youâre never using our bathroom ever again. If you have to fart, fine, but if itâs loud and smellyâfor the love of God, Yunho, just use the damn terrace, I donât want to partake in it. Keep your things on your side of the room, donât touch my stuff and donât steal my charger. And most importantly, donât touch meânot even accidentallyâwhile we are in bed. The pillows Iâll put between us are not to be moved, yeah?!â
Yunho just blinked at you, mouth slightly open as he seemed to be processing the information. As you stared at each other, you realized his black hair had gotten a bit longer since the last time youâd seen him, getting in his eyes. Eyes which were round and a pretty brown colour, staring up at you innocently as if you had accused him of a murder he had never committed. A murder that you would commit if he didnât respect your boundaries.
âI mean, okay.â His voice was unsure as he pouted, looking around the room, âCan I at least have a little section of the wardrobe for my clothes?â
Great, and now you were the tyrant. You huffed and went to grab your duffle bag, hauling it up on the bed to start unpacking, âYou act as if I just stripped you of all of your rights.â
âMight as well have done that, wouldâve felt less stingy.â You froze, eyebrows furrowing as you gave Yunho a questioning look. He was still watching you, his cheerful expression finally goneâand the triumph you had expected to feel at being the cause of it never came, leaving you confused. Before you could question what he had meant, Yunho looked down and pressed play on his console, a loud and long sigh leaving his lips as he scooted further up on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. You gave his body a longer glance than necessary, then went back to the task at hand while also trying to locate all the available pillows in the room to put between the two of you on the bed.
           It was as if no time had passed, as if you were all just naĂŻve and unassuming young adults in your early twenties again, doing the stupidest things that came to mind, sharing stories that certainly were laced with white lies to make them sound cooler, and life felt good for now. As you had dinner this evening, you came to realise that your life had become too monotonous, too frigid. You did the same things daily, getting up and going to work, only to return tired in the afternoon to a household that was empty and bland, waiting for you to fill it with lifeâŠwhich rarely happened since you couldnât be bothered to pour your time into insignificant things. Most people that you knew were already paired up with their soulmates, having long found them. Your friend groupâsomething that still shocked anyone you told them aboutâwas formed by couples who were soulmates. You knew the Universe had a plan for everyone, stringing them together in mysterious ways, but this one was downright bizarre. Nobody wouldâve thought on the night of your first meeting that youâd end up so tight-knit and important to each other, slowly but gradually each one of you discovering their soulmates. Well, except for you and Yunho.
It's not that you werenât trying to find them; itâs that you were mostly too busy to bother with that, and you also werenât fond of physical closeness. In a world which requires a touch from your soulmate to leave a mark, thus discovering your match, the thought made you shudder as you rarely let anyone close enough to touch you. Seulgi and Yeosang were exceptions, as were Jeonghan and Seungcheol since they never listened and only did it to annoy you. Sometimes, you wondered if the Universe accidentally mismatched their soulmates for someone else instead of each other, but whenever you voiced that thought, Seulgi would whine, and Jihyo would threaten to beat you up if you repeated that sentence. You knew better than anyone else what it felt like to be surrounded by unconditional love and adoration-filled looks passed between soulmates, and yet you wondered if Yunho ever felt the envy you did as you watched him across the table, head tipped back as he laughed loudly at whatever story Soonyoung was animatedly telling him.
He had always seemed so content, so confident in his aloneness; it made you wonder whether Yunho simply didnât care about the existence of soulmates. Maybe he had a partner he wasnât telling you all about, not that you were interested enough to know. The dinner table had been loud as everyone talked over each other, conversations flying around the table without stopping, the friend group eager to catch up and be nostalgic over the past. It felt nice to step away and relax a little, to be surrounded by people who had known you at your lowest and highest. You were thankful for having them, even if you rarely showed it to them, and as your eyes got glassy, you forced yourself to blink the tears away and blame it on the wine. Listening to Jongho, watching the happiness and excitement on his face, made something coil in your stomach, so proud of him for achieving his dream. It was now that you realised you wouldnât change anything if you were allowed to go back in timeâeven if that meant meeting Yunho, too.
You donât know when this displeasure for him started, but you were suspicious it had something to do with the fact that he had laughed in your face after you started crying over a failed grade. You were a perfectionist and worked hard for everything in life; failing at something felt like you were the biggest failure, and you did not appreciate Yunhoâs cheery disposition as he told you that the world wouldnât end if you werenât good at everything. He wouldnât get it, he barely cared about anything, he was nonchalant and allowed life to take him to whatever places. You werenât like that and you hated the envy that consumed your veins when you watched how carefree he was, with how much ease he navigated his life. Happiness was a feeling everyone chasedâyearned to feelâand it had never sat well with you that Yunho just so easily achieved it. There was no way he could be that happy all the time, always smiling and laughing, joking with everyone and making others laughâsomething wasnât right about him, and you hated him for it. You sighed before you took another sip of your wine, looking at Yeri as she sneakily pushed her mushrooms filled with cheese on your plate. Soonyoung and her had been dating for the longest, and yet, Soonyoung still hadnât memorized the fact that Yeri hated mushrooms and carrots.
Once you were done with dinner, you werenât surprised to find the boys proposing ridiculous games to play as the girls tried to do damage control. Youâve had a long day and you were sure everyone would want to head to bed earlier today compared to yesterday. Your morning was quiet, much to your surprise, Yunho had respected all of your rules and even aired the bathroom after using it. By the time you had come back inside your shared room, he was gone, the scent of his cologne strong as the pleasant breeze brushed inside through the open terrace door. He had also kept to his side of the bed, and you had woken up during the night because you had to pee, finding him clutching a pillow to his chest as he intangibly muttered to himself, his cheeks puffy and hair mused up. Before you could stare at him and become creepy, you went to the bathroom and groaned as you realized Yunho looked adorable. You spent the rest of your day out on the beach, enjoying the warm weather and the refreshing water. Then you had gone to town and hit up pubs and some stores before you returned to your beach house, everyone prettying up so youâd head out at night to have some fun. Getting ready with Yunho was rather domestic and left you feeling weird as you shared a mirror in the bathroom, you doing your makeup and him shaving. No words were exchanged as you were both focused, but you couldnât help but stare at Yunho from time to time. Heâd smile at you softly before finishing up, even asking you questions about what moisturizer he should use to soothe his face after shaving.
It felt oddly normal, right, even, which messed with your head and heart since you hated Jeong Yunho more than anything on this Earth. And now, forced to partake in a game that made no sense, you could feel your heart racing as your arm brushed against Yunhoâs, your naked skins hot against each other. Nobody wanted to do the dishes since there were many, so the boys had decided that the slowest couple that would reach the finish line with their ankles tied together would be the ones doing the dishes. It was stupidâand hilarious at the same timeâbut you refused to admit it when you realized just how excited Yunho was over this stupid idea. And even like that, you couldnât hide your competitiveness as you focused on the red ribbon tied to a little stick Jongho had pressed into the sand. The moon was above the ocean, shining its calming light over the water and your friend group, as the porch light didnât reach this far. Your flashlights from your phones helped with better lighting as you made sure you werenât stepping on crabs, seashells, any small rocks or anything else that could cut your bare feet. You felt goosebumps erupt on your exposed arms due to the chilly breeze, having to grip your long skirt as you were afraid it would get in the way of your success. You raised it above your knees as you stared ahead, tsking when you felt Yunho tugging on your ankle.
âSorry.â He muttered, looking down at you as Yeri screamed as she and Soonyoung finally passed the finish line. Jihyo was laughing loudly as she showed them the time, the slowest couple so far, and Jongho cheered with malice as he was draped over Yeosangâs back, the couple currently in first place. You chuckled as you watched the two men, their cheeks flushed from the cocktails theyâd been having throughout the night, and you jumped when you felt Yunho tenderly pat your wrist, âWe are up next.â
Right, it was your turn. You bit your lower lip and clumsily hopped to the start line, feeling perspiration break out on your forehead despite the colder weather. Your heart was racing in anticipation and adrenaline as you realized you and Yunho might not make it to the finish line without faceplanting since you both seemed to be klutzy about this.
âReady?â Jongho asked, his words slightly slurred, and you wondered how he and Yeosang finished so quickly without tumbling even once, âStart!â
Jeonghanâs loud clap made you jump even though you knew it was coming, and your eyes widened when you felt your tied ankle being dragged by Yunho as he took twice the length of a footstep you wouldâve called normal. You yelped as you realized Yunho was practically dragging you after himself, your left hand curling into his bicep as you felt him hold you by the waist to stabilize you when he felt you stagger.
âCome on!â Yunho called out, looking down at you with dark eyes, determined not to lose this. You huffed but had to agree with him; you were not going to wash the monstrous amount of dishes in the kitchen, so you locked in, âThatâs it! Oneâtwoâthreeââ
And Yunho continued to count as your steps synched up, finding the perfect rhythm as you were suddenly power walking down the sand, headed for the finish line. You didnât even realise it at first, but you had started laughing at some point, as did Yunho, who started giggling, jarred on by the booing and cheering of your friends. Jeonghan tried to sabotage you by throwing a pebble in front of you, making Jihyo chastise him for it, but thanks to the long strides Yunho was forcing you to takeânot everyone had legs for days like himâyou thankfully missed hurting your foot.
âCome on, Y/N, Yunho!â Yeosang cheered you on as he watched the timer in his hands. His face lit up with excitement as he started jumping up and down, âOh my God! They are going to beat our time, Joongââ
âBullshit!â Jongho called loudly just as you crossed the finish line, making you cheer loudly as your chest moved up and down quickly as you tried to catch your breath, your heart racing in your chest. Yunho seemed to be glowing under the moonlight, his hair tussled by the wind and the top buttons of his shirt undone and exposing his collarbones and a wink of his chest andâshit, Yunho was gorgeous, and you werenât laughing anymore as you had stopped to stare at his breathtaking smile.
Someone screamed in delight and you flinched, turning your head in time to watch Jongho falling to the ground dramatically as Yeosang grinned, âYou two beat our time! You are in the first place!â
A gasp left your lips, and forgetting your ankle was still tied to Yunhoâs, you made to jump up, only to be violently brought back down to the earth by the rope. You gasped again, more in fright, as you felt your right leg give out underneath you, but before you could hit the sand or, worse, sprain your ankle, you felt a strong hand wrap around your left bicep, holding you up. Long fingers pressed into your skin as you found anchor in Yunhoâs wrist with your right hand, your own fingers curling into his skin painfully. Your heart was racing as you stared up at Yunho, who looked concerned until his eyebrows furrowed. You winced as you felt your skin burning under his grip, and the two of you released each other at the same time. As Seulgi came to help you untie the rope around your ankles, you dared to glance at your bicep, only to find it bruising into a dark spot right where Yunhoâs fingertips had dug into your skin. You gulped nervously, something like dread filling the pit of your stomach as you watched Yunho rub his wrist, chewing on his bottom lip as his skin was blooming with black bruise marks as well.
No, this couldnât be it. He couldnât be the one. Anyone but Jeong Yunho, please, Universe.
           The second your eyes flew open the next morning, you had one thought and one only in your mind. Check the bruising. If it was gone by now, you almost had a panic attack over nothing last night. If it was still there, then youâd never want to see Jeong Yunho ever again. You exhaled slowly as you gulped, turning your head to the left to check whether Yunho was still asleep or not. He was softly snoring, facing you as his arm was draped over the pillows you had placed between the two of you, and you came to the alarming realization that the hand which was resting over your stomach was brushing against Yunhoâs warm skin. Your fingers seemed to be lazily intertwined and your cheeks burned in both shame and anger as you slowly pulled your hand back, staring up at the ceiling. You were leaving back home in just a few hours, and you hoped the moment youâd unlock your front door would come sooner. Sure, seeing your friends was everything you needed, but possibly being Jeong Yunhoâs soulmate was everything you didnât need.
Taking a quiet, deep breath, you slowly sat up, trying to keep the rustling of sheets minimal so as not to wake Yunho. Then, you said a quiet prayer and dared a peek at your left bicepâonly for your world to come crashing down. Your body froze, your limbs going numb as you gaped at your pink and blueish skin, Yunhoâs fingertips forever etched into your skin. It was there, nothing could take it away or modify it. The mark left by Yunho was permanent. And he was your soulmate, and you couldnât do anything about it. Your heart started racing as you swiftly got out of bed, forgetting about Yunhoâs presence as you felt tears gather in your eyes. Yunho was an amazing man, youâd be dumb to deny that fact, but youâve spent your whole life hating him ever since you had gotten to know him. Why did it have to be him? And how come it took you two so long to figure it out? To find each other? You realized it was because you had never touched before, not like this, at least. Yunho knew you hated physical closeness, and unless a game or circumstance forced you together, you couldnât remember a time when he willingly hovered over you or touched you.
You exhaled a shuddering breath as you continued pacing in your room, still dark inside since Yunho had drawn the blackout curtains together after you complained last morning about the sun falling on your face and waking you up unnecessarily early. You didnât notice Yunho stirring awake as you bit through your nails, destroying the pretty manicure your friend had given you, and you could swear you still felt Yunhoâs firm grip on your skin, his palm warm and smooth, gentle despite the way he held you up. Twisting your arm and looking down at the colourful bruise once again, you wished it wouldâve stayed blackâŠthen your soul wouldnât be tied to Jeong Yunhoâs. Movement in your peripheral made you freeze again, body tense as you turned around to face Yunho. He had sat up in the bed, hair tousled in all directions, his cheeks chubby and flushed, his eyes puffy, and his lips swollen as he rubbed a large hand over his face, sighing loudly as he leaned against the headboard. It seemed like he hadnât noticed your distress yet, and you chewed on your bottom lip, instinctively hiding the mark he had left on your bicep last night.
It took him a few more seconds of staring at you to notice the way your fingernails dug into your skin, and his eyes widened minusculely, gulping loudly as his eyes slowly travelled to his right wrist. You didnât have to look at his skin to know, his quiet gasp was enough to tell you that, yes, this wasnât a dream nor a sick joke. You and Yunho were soulmates.
âY/N.â His voice was deep and laced with sleep as he scrambled forward on the bed, his legs getting tangled in the sheets, and something tugged at your heart. God, you hated this. You hated that Seulgi and Yeosang had been right about finding your soulmateâŠonce they were yours, there was no going back, no blissful ignorance, no freedom whatsoever as all you wanted to do was curl up in Yunhoâs lap and inhale his strong cologne, run your fingers through his hair and feel his bodily heat, âIâmâwe areââ
âIâm hungry.â Was all you said as you grabbed your hoodieâit was Yunhoâs, but in your haste to leave, you failed to notice. And then, you were out the door before Yunho could say anything else, his mouth open and his heart racing as he watched you slip away with thundering footsteps. Just how would he mend your already rocky bond?
           Going radio silent on all of your friends was nasty of you, but you needed space and peace. You needed air to clear your thoughts, and you certainly didnât need a second personâs opinion trying to convince you that finding your soulmate was the best thing in the world. So, what if it was? What if you didnât want to have a soulmate? Who were you kidding? Youâve always wondered who itâd be and what theyâd be like, but now that you knew, you had no idea what to do with yourself. Despite the warm day you had ahead of yourself, you wore a long-sleeved blouse to work, getting curious glances from your co-workers. It was cold in the mornings, so you had grabbed the hoodie you had worn to sleep last night after wearing it the whole day, only to realise in horror that it was Yunhoâs and that you had taken it at the vacation house right in front of him. Everything felt mortifying today, even brewing your coffee in the late afternoon, but nothing couldâve prepared you for the visceral reaction you had when someone knocked on your door, and you opened it without checking the peephole first.
Your hands trembled as your grip tightened around the door handle, eyes drinking in Yunhoâs tall form as he stood outside your doorstep, smiling sheepishly. His shorts reached just below his knees, a white t-shirt tucked inside with a brown belt hooked around his hips, the colour matching his Vans. Your heart stopped beating when your eyes fell on the flowers in his right hand, the bruise bright and obvious against his pale skin. You gulped, nervous, angry, and unsure at the same time as you stepped back, opening the door wider to let Yunho inside.
âHi.â His tone was tentative as if he didnât know how to approach you, and you felt like an asshole that Yunho had to tiptoe around you. He had no idea what attitude youâd have towards him now, and you couldnât blame him. Youâve always made it obvious that you didnât like him, and despite his efforts to get on your good side, he only managed to piss you off more each time.
âHi.â You greeted back, tone impassive as he followed you to your kitchen after he left his shoes in the doorway. He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, rubbing his chin, and you could see the beginning of a stubble growing out. You faced Yunho, the counter between your bodies as you eyed the flowers in his hand, quirking an eyebrow. Yunho blushed, then chuckled awkwardly before he placed the flowers on the counter, pushing them tentatively towards you.
âThese are for you.â He said quietly, avoiding eye contact as you reached your hand out to take the flowers. Your hands brushed together accidentally, and you felt electricity coursing through your fingers. Yunhoâs head snapped up as his eyes widened, and you knew he had felt it, too. You sighed, leaning against the counter in defeat as you grabbed the flowers, looking down at them with a tired smile.
âThank you, this is a sweet gesture.â You muttered, tracing the petals as you heard a surprised sound leaving Yunhoâs mouth. You chuckled, looking up at him in defeat, âIâm sorry for the way I reacted yesterday. I wasâŠin shock.â
âItâs okay, I understand.â Yunho shrugged, pulling out a stool to sit on. You grabbed a vase and filled it with water as Yunho watched you tinker around in your kitchen, placing the pretty flowers in the vase, âHow are you feeling now?â
You chuckled humourlessly, âIâm still shocked, but Iâm not in denial anymore.â
âYeah, thatâs good.â Yunho averted his eyes, tracing the pattern of the marble of your countertop, âIs itâŠso horrible that I am your soulmate?â
Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt a lump in your throat. Gone was the happy and assured Yunho, replaced with someone sad-sounding and sceptical, âWhat? No, I justâIâm a horrible person. Iâm sorry for making you feel unwanted, Yunho. I justâŠI spent my whole life ignoring you and disliking you, and now weâreâŠsupposed to spend our lives together, itâs just so weird.â
You couldâve worded that better, and you only realized that when Yunho flinched, avoiding eye contact, âWait! Iâfine, I might as well be honest now. I was put off by your confidence at first; I didnât understand how one could smile so much, laugh all the time and have no hardships. Then, as our friend group grew closer together, I realized itâs just who you were. A happy, cheerful, positive person with a bright outlook on life, and I justâthat was so foreign to me. I thought you were fake for never showing how you truly felt, for smiling even when you were sad or angry. I realise it sounds really shitty of me now that Iâm saying it out loud, but I genuinely donât hate you, Yunho. I just find youâŠenigmatic?â
You didnât expect Yunho to smile, but then again, you shouldnât have been surprised that it was his first reaction. He chuckled and lowered his head, eyebrows furrowed before he looked up into your eyes, âI hope youâll learn to be less grumpy by my side, then, Y/N, I canât have you chasing the sunshine away.â
âYou are the sunshine.â You slapped a hand over your mouth in terror when you realized you had said that out loud, making Yunhoâs head fall back as he started laughing loudly. God, this was so utterly embarrassing. Were you always so cringy?
âThat was rather sweet of you, thank you.â He said once he had calmed down, a faint blush painting his cheeks, âItâs a little hilarious you literally hate me for being a cheerful person, but I get itâŠI suppose. We are different in many ways, but you know what they sayâŠopposites attract.â
âRight, that.â You muttered under your breath, pursing your lips, âWhat now?â
âWell,â Yunho seemed to think for a second, his forehead lightly creasing as he hummed lowly, âI say we slowly get to know each other.â
âBut we already know each other.â You quickly said, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
âYes, but you have a prejudice over me, and I also have my own beliefs about your personality, soâŠI say we take it from zero and rediscover each other. If thatâs alright with you.â As an afterthought, Yunho added with a mutter, âAfter all, thereâs plenty of ways we donât know each other yet.â
Your cheeks flushed as your mind conjured up an image of Yunho youâd rather not fantasize about while the man was right in front of you, so you cleared your throat and squared your shoulders, trying to look serious despite the knowing glint in Yunhoâs eyes with which he was looking at you, âRight, sure. That soundsâŠokay, I can work with that.â
Yunho stood, grinning widely at you, âCan I hug you, then?â
You gnawed on your bottom lip for a second before you nodded, walking around the counter to approach Yunho. He was beaming at you as he opened his arms, and your heart lurched all the way up into your throat before it settled into a frenzied rhythm, making you almost stagger into your soulmate. Yunhoâs t-shirt was soft as your cheek landed on his shoulder, nose faintly brushing against the warm skin of his neck, and your eyes fluttered closed when Yunhoâs arms secured around you, pulling you flush against himself. You exhaled quietly and circled his waist, feeling your cheeks burn as Yunho hummed in contentment, nuzzling his nose against the top of your head. He held you firmly like he knew you had all the time in the world, and youâve never felt as safe as in this moment. Your muscles were lax, your mind quiet as you lost yourself in Yunhoâs warmth and familiar cologne, cheeks burning brighter when you remembered that you hadnât stopped wearing his hoodie ever since you accidentally took it. Thank the Universe you had changed out of it when you got home, or else youâd be beyond embarrassed about it.
âOh, I cannot wait to get used to this,â Yunho whispered into the crown of your head, and you swore you felt your legs turn into a puddle as you turned your head into his neck, trying to refrain from giggling as you bit your bottom lip. You didnât fight the feeling and pressed a swift kiss against his pulse point, making Yunhoâs arms tighten around your torso. You wouldâve never thought youâd do a one-eighty when it came to Yunho, but as your soulmate mark buzzed with warmth and electricity, you realized you were safe and looking ahead to a bright future.
Quite literally, since your soulmate was like the sun.
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Die Hard being considered part of the canon of "Christmas movies" simply because the events of the film take place near Christmas is a classic, but for my money the funniest example of this particular phenomenon is Beethoven's Last Night, a rock opera concept album about a conversation between Ludwig van Beethoven and the Devil, consistently being filed under Christmas music purely on the strength that the artists who made it also did that one heavy metal arrangement of "Carol of the Bells" you keep hearing everywhere.
#media#movies#music#die hard#trans-siberian orchestra#christmas#classification#like the events of the album take place in fucking march#this is in no way a christmas piece#swearing in tags
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"...it almost feels like they're drawing you in, doesn't it?"
#fom march#fields of mistria#my art#illustration#insane things happened in this event i think i can't get over how his sprite glances at u while everything's happening KALKLDFGFSD#also hi i have like 1000 fandoms to post for soon ok but ofc it's this guy who breaks my silence
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first kiss
#god forbid he stops thinking ab his reputation#imagine developing a crush on the farmer youre jealous of omgggg#i love him i might tweak when the heart events release#fom#fields of mistria#fom march#fields of mistria march#fields of mistria fanart#my art
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hey gourd, how about an Easter egg cat! Colorful and hiding something teehee
Snowberrypool is a curious cat. She's got long, luxurious white fur, and loves to hunt for secrets. However, no one knows that she hides what she sees as the ultimate secret: She knows her parents went against the code to have her. Her dam? A normal warrior. Her sire, however? A cleric. A holy cat, dedicating their life to interpreting divine messages. Not supposed to have kits, because it's believed that the presence of blood relatives descended from a cleric will cause bias in the divine's decisions, or that the cleric will lose their connection. She knows because she has been visited by the divine for her entire life. She is living proof that the divine takes preference to the children of their mortal messengers, and her worst nightmare is soon to come: Her rival, Licoricestone, is about to uncover the truth. Will everything come crashing down, will Licoricestone turn over a new leaf and help her, or will he blackmail her?
#warrior cat#warrior cats#erin hunter warriors#wc oc#warrior cats oc#warriors#warriors oc#spring prompt#march event#prompt#prompt cat#not generator post#i know i said very little dark topics but cmon...#this is fun
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FireBird - March

Ah, my dear friend @cilil was so good to send in a couple of requests!
It's my joy and honour to present the first fic to you tonight :D
Prompts: âThe worst part is you didnât even noticeâ â âI donât need a gentleman right now.â â Responsibility â Knight in shining armour
Pairing: Eönwë x Gothmog
Words: 1030
Warnings: Injury, blood, sadness, bad elves, good Eönwë

âLet him be, Iâll take care of it,â EönwĂ« called, feeling the back of his neck heat up as the despicable half-truth crossed his dry lips.
Nobody had expected the co-habitation of once inveterate foes to be easy, and Eönwë even secretly believed that Manwë could and should have been more discouraging when it came to the outright hostile behaviour towards the reformed former denizens of Angband.
Unfortunately, the reality turned out to be much worse than anything the kind-hearted herald had ever imagined.
âMilord,â the group of reembodied Elves muttered and withdrew reluctantly.
It was forbidden for the Balrogs to travel in groups, and much too often resentful, unforgiving members of the High Houses liked to corner Melkorâs fallen servants and harass them cruelly.
âAway with you,â EönwĂ« called sternly. âLeave it to me!â
Of course, Eönwë did not doubt that any of the fearsome Maiar could have defended themselves against a few puny incarnates, but he took his role as a keeper of the peace very seriously.
Moreover, he was eager for this one Balrog in particular to understand that he was on his side, as much as that was even possible anymore.
âBird,â Gothmog purred, leaning heavily against a boulder, and trying to angle his body so as to dissimulate the minor wounds the group of pesky troublemakers had inflicted upon him. âHave you come to chide me? I swear upon my honour that Iâve not laid a single claw upon your precious Children.â
At that ludicrous declaration, Eönwë let his frown deepen disapprovingly.
He knew ManwĂ«âs stipulations only too wellâafter all, he had been the one tasked to convey them to the unfortunate souls they concernedâbut, in his heart of hearts, he nevertheless much regretted to see his friend and lover hurt because of a set of cold, unfeeling rules.
âYouâre allowed to defend yourself against those whoâd seek to harm you,â he murmured insistently.
âAnd risk your displeasure, beloved? From your sweet lips came the ordinance to renounce my evil ways, and I shall do so, no matter the cost to my health and heart,â Gothmog replied calmly.
Unfortunately, his efforts at clumsy gallantry were considerably hampered by the fact that he was by now slowly slumping under the strain of desperately pretending that he was perfectly hale and happy.
âYou look particularly appetising today, bird,â Gothmog tried to assuage the worry in the bright, sky-blue eyes of his most cherished enemy. âI mean, you look handsome.â
Eruâs long-haired pet meat bags might never have understood it, but there were truths and affinities sung into creation that far transcended their very limited interpretation of beauty and affection.
Thus, it had come to pass that these fierce warriorsâhaving fought ferociously on opposite fronts in a seemingly eternal warâhad ultimately found well-deserved peace in one another.
As all star-crossed lovers were wont to asseverate, they naturally were willing to selflessly die for the other.
Living, theyâd soon found out, was a much more arduous and treacherous challenge.
Ever diligent to the point of undeniable stubbornness, Gothmog had decided that heâd use his new-found freedom to give EönwĂ« what he clearly yearned for so desperately: a proper romantic courtship.
âCould I interest you in a leisurely stroll by the river then?â the Balrog asked in a forcibly level voice.
âDonât be silly,â EönwĂ« exclaimed. âYou are injured! This is hardly the moment for pleasant walks by the water. Let me see!â
Indeed, the heraldâs heart ached as he glimpsed the superficial but undoubtedly painful gashes marring Gothmogâs precious, gleaming hide.
âI shall have words with them,â he grumbled, gnashing his flawless teeth.
âDo not trouble yourself on my account, my sweetling,â Gothmog assured him quickly as he tried to squirm away from the inquisitive fingers ghosting across his skin and threatening to undo his carefully constructed façade of good manners and gentle words.
âThey are my responsibility,â EönwĂ« opined. âAnd so are you, you foolhardy creature! If you will not defend yourself, will you at least promise to call for me if this ever happens again?â
His stern gaze softened, and his pursed lips relaxed into a charming smile. âI quite like being your knight in shining armour.â
As if embarrassed by his own confession, he drew his wings up defensively.
âKeep talking,â Gothmog drawled. The cocky, teasing grin he flashed EönwĂ« now was genuine, despite his tangible discomfort.
âYouâre not the only one whoâs trying to impress by putting his best foot forward, and the worst thing is, you didnât even noticeâŠâ EönwĂ« complained softly, rubbing a blood-stained hand along his chiselled jaw shamefacedly.
âWhat do you believe has escaped my notice? How competently youâve handled this situation, getting rid of these unwelcome intruders with aplomb and grace? Or your indescribable beauty as you arrived on the scene like an avenging entity made of summer bliss and autumn storms? You underestimate me, my winged wonder, for I am humbled by every awe-inspiring detail of your appearance and demeanour!â
âHumbug,â EönwĂ« mumbled, flattered despite suspecting that he was being lovingly mocked. âI donât need a gentleman right now, Gothmog. Tell me how bad it isâŠShould I bring you to EstĂ«?â
âPah! EstĂ«!â Gothmog guffawed. âWhat for? To be fussed over endlessly? âtis but a scratch, I tell you.â
Lifting his arm slowly, he cupped EönwĂ«âs cheek tenderly. âPlease, believe me when I say that neither your entirely unnecessary preoccupation nor your gentle care has gone unnoticed.â
Beneath the soothing, healing caress of the one he loved against all odds and despite the bitter feud engraved into their very souls, Gothmog finally relaxed.
âWhen you arrived, I couldnât help thinking how marvellous it is to see you appear like a ray of sun cutting through the blinding, burning mist of battle and to know that youâve not come to smite me.â
âI am on your side, you know?â EönwĂ« whispered, curling up against the living heat of the terrible fire demon.
âThere are no sides anymore,â Gothmog reminded him, quoting the announcement that had allowed them to meet and reconnect once more.
âNeverthelessâŠâ
âYes,â Gothmog yawned, slinging his arm around his beloved hero. âThank you!â

-> Masterlist
Lots of love from me! (I shall be busy this weekend, but I theoretically am still willing to write something for this <3)
@fellowshipofthefics You didn't think that I'd skip this one, did you? LOL

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Just Another Night, Until You | Choi San

â€ïžâđ„ Summary: Hectic nights at work is nothing out of the ordinary for you, but when a man is wheeled into the Intensive Care Unit with second degree burns all over his body and in the need of immediate medical attention, your life takes a turn as his body heals on his own by the mere presence of you. Shocked by the discovery, you stay by his side as he recovers and together you come to terms with your unexpected connection.
â€ïžâđ„ Pairing(s): Firefighter!San x Emergency physician!Reader
â€ïžâđ„ Genres/Tropes: Soulmate AU, non-idol AU, best friend's brother, oldest daughter and youngest son, slice of life, fluff
â€ïžâđ„ Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), brief description of burn injuries, medical setting, san is living up to his romance-cat title, pet names (darling, my love, love, honey), MC is a Jeong, a lot of physical intimacy, kisses gallore, san is down bad for the MC, brief description of motorcycle accident and fractured bones (not explicit), the fear of losing loved ones, emotional exhaustion, a few swear words, not beta read!
â€ïžâđ„ Wordcount: 7.5K
â€ïžâđ„ Author's Note: Click the image for a better resolution (Tumblr I hate you). Wihooo! And there goes the second to last instalment of the March Event ;-; im lowkey sad it's ending soon although it gives me more time to work on other stuff!! anyhow, this one was really fun to write and I hope you'll enjoy it, be prepared for a lot of love sick sannie đ„č Btw I'm not a nurse/doctor or have any "proper" knowledge regarding how things go down in the E.R or hospital for that matter either, so this is all based on excessive research. Thank you for your understanding!
This is all fiction and not meant to represent any idols involved in any way or form. This work is rated SFW, however it contains mature scenes such as descriptions of serious injuries, medical procedures as well as adult language. Minors, please, read at your own risk and refrain from interacting or following my blog!
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It was an exceptionally calm hour in Seoul National University Hospital. Most nights were bustling with life, whether itâd be residential patients abusing the call button, relatives refusing to leave after visiting hours were over or an incoming emergency putting the whole hospital in a fit. But not tonight. The clock hanging on the wall opposite of the nurseâs station in the emergency department recently struck midnight. You slumped down by your desk as Haneul, your roommate, best friend and fellow colleague, dragged her legs behind her and nearly toppled over her seat. You finished off the last rounds of checking in on the inpatients on your floor, yet your social batteries were already drained and the nightshift had just started.Â
Haneul blew a raspberry before her head dropped onto the desk with a soft thud. She groaned and threw herself back on the chair, her arms extended and legs elevated. Her slip-on shoes barely hung onto her feet and she wasnât faring any better.
âIâm so tired,â she complained and went limp in her seat. âI canât wait to clock out and return to my boyfriend.â
You let out an amused huff, the pencil twirling in your fingers coming to a stop as you caught it mid air. âYou mean your bed?â
âThatâs what I said.â
âHa-ha, really funny Haneul.â
âItâs a bit funny, admit it!â
You rolled your eyes at her, but couldnât fight off the smile that spread across your face. It was never a dull moment when in Haneulâs company. You were certain that even if death were around the corner, sheâd still find a way to make the situation feel light. That was probably why you two had hit it off at university. She was mostly, if not always, in a cheerful mood, while you walked around with a dark cloud over your head. Had it not been for Haneul approaching you solely because your shirt was similar to one of her favorite characterâs outfits in a drama, you probably would never have become friends. A decade later and you were tighter than two peas in a pod, and even decided â after your first semester â to move into a flat together which was still your current home.
âWhatever⊠I canât complain as itâs at least a quiet night.â
The unspoken rule of never mentioning the obvious flashed before your eyes and you cowered from the blazing look Haneul shot your way. The air was caught in your throats and neither dared to move an inch from your places. You slowly turned your head sideways, waiting for a patient to peek their head out or scream that their pillow needed puffing up. As the empty hallway continued staying silent and the motion sensor lights didnât turn on, you exhaled in relief.
âYou got lucky there,â she said and logged into her computer.Â
As you parted your mouth to answer, a voice broke through from the radio placed on the wall-mounted brackets. A report concerning a handful of people who were hurt in a fire set loose in an apartment came through and everyone ditched their tasks to get ready for the newcomers. You and Haneul, along with other nurses, ran to the trauma bay and occupied a room each where you, hopefully not, would get a patient each. The sound of multiple sirens grew louder the faster the ambulances sped toward the hospital and didnât stop until the flashes of red and blue colored the building. Despite being employed for two years and counting, you never got accustomed to the ear piercing noise or blinding lights.
âNurse Kim, could you prepare the wound care kit? Nurse Hwang, bring the respiratory support system. We donât know what weâre dealing with so we need to expect the worst!â
The commotion from the triage area reached your room as the patients were being rolled into the hospital and underwent the initial assessment of their conditions. The code red patients would fall into your hands and you, together with your team, would do your utmost to lessen their injuries. You put the other glove on and waited by the door of your room. The sight before you was jarring to say the least. The victims of the fire were all in different conditions. Some crying and wincing from the burnmarks while others lay completely still as if the burned skin wasnât a painful inconvenience. The wonders of falling unconscious. An elderly nurse with a couple of years beneath her belt pushed a stretcher toward you and you hastily moved out of the way.Â
Nurse Yeon quickly spewed the little information she knew of the unconscious patient, but you couldnât focus on her words. Your entire attention was given to the man before you. He looked peaceful despite the soot smudged across his face and several burn marks littering the majority of his body. He was also handsome â very handsome. That, you couldnât deny. His black strands fell over his closed eyes and brows. Most of his features were sharp and defined, red heart-shaped lips in a slight pout, a long nose with a prominent bridge, high cheekbones and a few beauty marks peeking out from beneath the smeared ash. But you knew that, out of everything, his most alluring feature was his eyes â even when closed. You could see the feline-like shape that reminded you of a panther in the wild and you found yourself wondering what color they were. A tingle erupted along the pads of your fingers, almost begging you to move his hair out of the way.Â
â...He was found unconscious in the building after being caught in the fire. Red category. He has second-degree burns on twenty percent of his body, severe smoke inhalation and is currently in respiratory distress. Weâve initiated oxygen therapy. BP is low and bolus fluids were administered to stabilize circulation. He is unresponsive, likely due to hypoxia.â
Nurse Yeon brought you back to the present and you ignored the highly unprofessional thought. With the help of Nurse Kim, you connected him to a monitoring machine and proceeded with the remaining steps of the protocol drilled into your spine. You administered high-flow oxygen via a non-rebreather mask to address the smoke inhalation and to prevent breathing issues later on.
Facing away from the patient to grab a scalpel in order to cut his already torn shirt, you just about turned your head and called out, âNurse Kim, give him an IV fluid with saline to prevent shock and maintain blood pressure as well as a light dose of morphine to relieve him of pain. Nurse Hwang, hand me the scalpel, please.â
The nurses wasted no time following your orders. While Nurse Kim stabilized the patientâs blood pressure, you drove the sharp end of the scalpel through the center of his shirt to expose the injured area and assess what else you had to work with. As expected, there were blotches of irritated, red skin all over his upper body. It didnât look too bad but would scar if left untreated. Your main concern was the smoke inhalation, but the high-flow oxygen proved effective, as the pulse oximeter showed that the oxygen saturation in his blood was slowly improving and you could swiftly move on to treat his wounds.
âNurse Hwang, hand me the antiseptic solutiââ
A horrified gasp cut you off mid sentence and your head flung to the doorway where a nurse â a trainee at that â stood with her wide eyes and mouth hanging open behind her health mask. The interruption crawled beneath your skin like electricity. You glanced down at her nametag.
âTrainee Park?â
The student didnât budge nor make a noise of acknowledgement and you had half a mind to terminate the established contract between the hospital and nursing school. You understood the weight of students gaining hands-on experience in a hospital setting, but it was beyond the agreement for a student to interrupt a life alternating moment for the patient.
âTrainee Park I wonât ask you a second time, what is it?!âÂ
Antiseptic solution in hand, you faced the student again, though her focus wasnât on you but on something behind you. A line formed between your brows as you followed her gaze, leading to what she was staring at. Your patient still lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic motion, but you werenât caught off guard by his regulated breathing. The patches of glaring red skin that previously looked painful to the eye were replaced with a lighter hue as if his body was recovering on its own. It was inhumane and in all your years as both a student and a licensed doctor, you had never seen anything like it. However, everyone in the room knew exactly what it meant.
âFuckâŠâ

One of the male nurses found the patientâs ID-card in the cardholder neatly tucked in the pocket of his pants while changing him into a hospital gown, but it was the teary look on Haneul after seeing the manâs face that everything clicked in place. Choi San, the little brother of your best friend, was your soulmate.Â
The realization didnât hit you while standing in the center of the trauma room or when his injuries healed more quickly beneath the touch of your finger. The fact that you had found your soulmate dawned on you early one morning, as you were making rounds between the remaining victims of the apartment fire and came across his room â the last patient to be checked on. The thought of finding your soulmate hadnât crossed your mind in years. It was locked away in your old high school classroom, along with your youth, when you used to fret over who your soulmate might be. Would they be a foreigner? A celebrity? A boy or a girl? Rich, kind, or rude? The possibilities seemed endless, and you often spent more time daydreaming about the different outcomes than focusing on your studies. It was a miracle you didnât fail most of your classes.
It was only when you set a goal that you lost interest in who your soulmate was and dedicated more of your time to studying. Little by little, as assignments piled up, you pushed the thought of your other half to the back of your mind and forgot about it. Of course, there were instances when the topic would come up every now and then â meeting distant relatives for the first time in forever and having them ask about your partner, or going out to dinner with Haneul and watching her get so drunk she forgets her own name, but still manages to make bets. Looks like youâd be treating her to that BBQ after all.
You entered the room and stopped at the end of the patient bed staring at Sanâs sleeping form. The harmless jealousy seeped into your bones as he lay there oblivious to the turmoil wrecking havoc inside of you and you wondered if, despite his unconscious state, he could feel even a glimpse of your emotions. Because you could feel him throughout your entire shift. The change in breathing, eyes fluttering, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as if he was right there with you.
The joke you once cracked to Haneul when you first started working there, something along the lines of finding your soulmate while tending to their wounds, wasnât funny anymore and left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. You sighed and glanced down at the patient chart hanging off the bedside. His vitals were good. More than good considering he was being driven straight from a burning building. Doctor Jung ran some tests on him during the night and they confirmed that San suffered greatly until he arrived at the hospital, until he reached you.
The doors of the room were violently pushed open and the eldest Choi entered as if her brother wasnât lying there unconscious. Her unexpected arrival stopped your thoughts from spiraling further and your heart from racing into palpitations. It was weird to see her lips pressed into a thin line and eyes void of light, replacing her usual dimpled smile that would brighten your day.Â
âHow is he?â She eventually asked and buried her hands in the pockets of her white coat.
You cleared your throat and mimicked her stance, both of you focused on the resting man. âHeâs healthier than a newborn baby.â
Five hours of constantly being on your feet, moving around and not having the chance to take a five minute toilet break put you in a hazy mist. It wasnât until now that you felt the weight of the situation sink in. Who wouldâve thought your best friendâs brother was your soulmate?
âYou know,â Haneul started and broke you out of your thoughts. âIâm happy itâs you. Someone I know and trust as much as I trust myself.â
The words were oddly warm and spread a branch of hope through you. While you were too caught up with your work and then your own feelings, you didnât stop to think what Haneul thought of everything. Her two worlds were colliding and it could either be good or bad.
âIs it weird?â
âNot at all⊠Itâs the best thing I could ask for. That my best friend and brother get along⊠JustâŠâ Haneul gnawed on the side of her bottom lip and turned to you, âJust donât hurt him, Jeong. San is a tough cookie, but he has a fragile heart and I really donât want to ever choose between you. You are both very dear to me.â
âYou wonât have to. Iâm pretty sure I couldnât hurt him even if I tried.â
Haneul chuckled despite the tears making their escape down her cheeks. âIs it really like how they say? Are you already⊠affected by him?â
You breathed out a laugh at that. The countless nights spent talking and making fun of other couples who had already found their happily ever after were sure biting you in the ass, because it was, in fact, exactly how they said it would be. The unexplainable pull drawing you toward him, the yearning to be by his side and feeling him everywhere. Every skip of his heart, harsh intake of air and twitch of his fingers were all transferred to you
âYeah, itâs exactly how they say it is.â
Haneul eventually left to do her last rounds and finish writing reports until the sun peeked over the horizon, signaling the end of your second night shift that week. San didnât wake up until a few hours later and despite being hooked to a monitor regulating his state and showing nothing out of the ordinary, you didnât leave his side for even a second. The dread of another emergency report coming through squeezed your abdomen until you were on the verge of puking. Just the thought of parting from him almost sent you hurling your insides in the guest bathroom. You were lucky to have wonderful colleagues who understood the circumstances and reassured you multiple times not to worry about finishing your reports or doing rounds. Nurse Hwang and Kim even passed by with snacks and water before returning to work.
The clock struck early morning when your chin slid off your knuckles and you were unpleasantly awoken from your slumber. The fear of falling to your death had you jumping out of your seat and taking in your surroundings. The sun gently shone through the windows occupying the entire left side of the room and filled the space with auburn streaks kissing your face. The warm rays seeped through the cherry blossom trees planted along the outskirts of the hospital. You found the view to be exceptionally beautiful during the early mornings when the pink petals detached from the branches, swirling in the air like snowflakes and covering the boring cement pavement..
A laser like heat bored into the side of your head and you scanned the room to find the source, only to get lost in the eyes of your soulmate. A wide smile stretched across his face and you realized the dimple gene ran deep in the Choi family as an identical pair to Haneulâs popped on Sanâs cheeks. You couldnât shake away the image of a content and well fed cat at the sight of him.Â
San immediately shifted the blanket to the side and had one bare foot planted on the floor, ready to leap out of bed and wrap you in his arms. The man just about managed to stand on both legs when you rushed from your seat and gently pushed him back down.
âNo, no, please, sit!â
San fell back on the mattress without much of a fight. The moment your hand made contact with his shoulder, an explosion of tingles erupted along your palm, spreading like wildfire through your arm and out to the rest of your limbs, reaching the tips of your toes and fingers. The air caught in your throat and, like magnets forced together, your eyes found his again. Neither of you had to vocalize the question balancing on the tip of your tongues, asking if the other felt that crackling fire. San sensed the twinge of worry squeezing at your heart and hummed in content, he reached out and grabbed one of your hands in his to ease the burden atop your shoulders. He smiled so hard his eyes turned into crescent moons and hadnât you known better, youâd think heâd start purring like a cat receiving ear scratches.Â
âIâm fine. I donât need rest because you are here.â
You ignored the heat pooling beneath your cheeks at his rather flamboyant response and steered the conversation elsewhere. âWhat were you thinking running into a burning building?â
The words came out effortlessly, as if you had known him since your youth.
âI didnât do it on purposeâŠâ He began and jutted out his bottom lip. âMy feet just moved on their own, call it an instinct. Besides, I couldnât just leave everyone inside. Iâd put shame on the entire fire department!â
âCurse you for being reckless and kind hearted, San.â
âYet thanks to my recklessness, I landed in the hospital and found you.â
The cheeky reply nearly made you pop a blood vessel. You didnât understand how he could be so calm after facing death less than eight hours ago. The monitor attached to him shouldnât have been stable. Based on your past experience with burn victims, San shouldâve been startled and shaken up, and in some uncomfortable pain. Instead, he remained unnervingly composed, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you question your own knowledge. His calmness felt unnatural, given the circumstances. The heart rate monitor, which shouldâve shown elevated readings due to stress, stayed oddly steady and only spiked up when you spoke, moved or looked at him for too long.
âSan⊠we are soulmates. We wouldâve met eventually,â you hissed, trying to mask the look of realization on your face. The soulmate bond explained his calm demeanor. As he said, he was fine now that you were there, while you just wanted to cover him in bubble wrap and not let him out of your sight.
âYes, but not soon enough.â
You abandoned the conversation for now as it wouldnât lead anywhere. San was deadset on his decision being correct even though it was a foolish one and you still had a job to do. Ignoring the way he followed your every movement, a polite smile and creased eyes never leaving your form, you adjusted his pillows and checked the IV attached to his forearm.Â
âDo you need anything else?â
âHmmm, just you.â
Had you met under different circumstances, perhaps in a grocery store where you'd bump carts together or on a packed bus where heâd give up his seat for you and stand by your side to shield you from the other commuters, his charms wouldâve worked. But you didnât. Instead San decided to search the burning building for others with no gear, just his strong will and hope clinging onto his back, and all his attempts at flirting were futile as you couldnât get the image of his unconscious body out of your head.
âToo bad,â you settle on saying. âYou canât have me before twelve PM.â
The pout intensified and he even crossed his arms in retaliation. Seeing a man in his late twenties throw a silent tantrum wasnât something you thought youâd ever find endearing, but there you were, suppressing a laugh and yearning to smooth out the wrinkles on his forehead.Â
âDo you have to go?â He whispered and looked up at you through his lashes.
âYes, unless you want me to be fired?â
âFine! But the second that clock hits twelve, you and I are both getting out of here.â
âYou canât just leave, San, they have to run tests andââ
âIâve never felt better and I think every doctor in the building can agree with me. What I will be if I donât get to spend time with you is sick, and sad, and heartbroken andââ
âI get it, I get it!â

San lived up to his promise of spending time with you. In fact, he wasted no time running down the hallway the moment the minute hand switched to twelve, asking everyone dressed in white cloaks where Doctor Jeong was. The question left his mouth for the tenth time that minute just as you rounded the corner, ready to check out. San gave you all of three seconds to bid your colleagues goodbye before whisking you away. His plan of getting to know you consisted of lying tangled up on his sofa with a meaningless movie playing in the background, while his fingers caressed your back and his eyes shifted back to you every other second, as if he couldnât believe you were real.Â
You werenât faring any better. Your head was neatly tucked beneath his chin, and your hand was splayed over his right pectoral, the tips of your fingers gently rubbing soothing motions beneath the curve of his collarbone. Had you known your soulmate would be a kitten with separation anxiety, youâd have stalled on meeting him for a little while longer. Although, deep down, you knew that was a lie. San was everything you needed him to be and more: attentive, gentle, sweet, kind, caring â the list was truly endless.Â
The days spent cocooned together â San on sick leave to recover from the accident and you having the next two days off from work â made up for the thirty-something years you hadnât been in each otherâs lives. In just forty-eight hours, you created a bond that most lifelong best friends would envy. He shared embarrassing stories from his and Haneulâs childhood days â sweet memories of how his mother dressed him in Haneulâs hand-me-downs, despite her closet mainly consisting of flower dresses and cute skirts. In return, you told him about that one time you accidentally locked your parents out on the balcony and then hurled your breakfast back out from the anxiety and fear of never seeing them again. If only little you could have understood the wonders of spare keys and that your grandmother was already on her way to solve the issue.Â
The first night was spent staying up late, talking about heartfelt stories and niche interests to the point where you both passed out and didnât wake up until late afternoon the next day. Who knew your hunk of a fireman liked collecting sweet plushies and was adamant on learning how to crochet?
That wasnât everything though. A week into your freshly established relationship and San hadnât missed to stop by your workplace once to give you lunch, coffee, midnight snacks or a quick peck on the cheek. It was easy in the beginning when San didnât return to work for an entire week. The soulmate bond proved that he wasnât in need of resting as much as his company thought and he eventually had to return earlier than expected. It was weird to be glued to each other for hours on end to then not be able to see each other because of your hectic schedules that never seemed to align. When youâd return home from a long night shift, he was dressed and ready to leave.Â
You voiced your worries to Haneul during a lunch break, saying how you were afraid of moving too fast, but now that you barely got to spend time together, it felt like you were moving at a snailâs pace. She mildly reassured you that it craved more than some social distance for your soulmate bond to break and that it would take some time for you to find your footing in the relationship.
However, working multiple shifts a week while running on little to no sleep left you too exhausted to plan an outing whenever an opportunity for the two of you to spend time together appeared. Date-night looked different in the Choi-and-Jeong books. Instead of glamming up and booking a reservation at a fancy restaurant, you decided to stay in and watch a movie that would sooner or later be forgotten as youâd be too enamoured with each other. Haneul walked in on one too many make-out sessions, and thus, you came to the decision to host movie nights strictly at Sanâs apartment.
Like many times before, you lay atop San, his legs parted, giving you the option to cage his left one between yours. One of his arms was bent and propped behind his head to act as a cushion, while the other was curled around you, his hand pressing against the small of your back in a comforting embrace. Your cheek was mushed against his chest and your hand limply rested on his bicep. A movie played on the big screen and a plethora of snacks were strewn out on the coffee table but left untouched. You joked about how, ever since San entered your life, your sugar cravings had dramatically decreased because he was bringing too much sweetness into it.
âHoney?â San broke the comfortable silence and spoke over the characters on the TV. You hummed in reply and he continued. âI want to ask you something.â
As you shifted to get a better look at him, he pulled you in a tight embrace and you immediately stopped moving. âDon't look at me, just⊠listen? Please?â
âOkay, Sannie, what is it?â
âHow do you feel about⊠moving in⊠with me? Or me with you!â You could hear the blush attacking his cheeks and embarrassment clinging onto his voice as it grew higher in the end and the words came out in a rush.
Joy tugged at your lips and you couldnât stop the light hearted chuckle from slipping out in the room. You broke out of his gentle hold and grabbed his hand in yours, and planted a chaste kiss on it.
âI think Iâd love that.â
Without warning, he squeezed your cheeks between his palms and captured your lips in a tender kiss, leaving your insides warm and mushy. Despite having muscles the size of a watermelon and broad shoulders that could carry the entirety of Noahâs ark, San was a real softie. He had the habit of holding you as if you were the most valuable possession on the earth, a feather which could crumble at contact or a cube of sugar that would melt beneath the rain. The shared kisses were brief but left a tingle on your lips that you couldn't get enough of and nearly whined in retaliation as San withdrew to catch his breath.Â
âI adore you, like really, really much,â he confessed and kissed you again, and again, and again. The peppered kisses were planted all over your face â nose, cheeks, mouth, chin, eyes, forehead. The endearing act of love pulled a string of giggles straight out of your tummy, cursing you with an ache that your grandmother would call remedy for the soul.
One moment he was on you and the next, he turned you over to lay against the couch while he scrambled to his bedroom on the other side of the apartment. You pushed yourself up on your forearms with only your upper body lifted as you curiously watched San runoff as if his rear caught on fire.
âSannie?âÂ
âJust a second, honey!âÂ
Rough shuffling reached the living room, but it was the loud crash of objects clattering on the ground that you almost headed to see the commotion yourself. Sanâs reassuring voice telling you everything was okay didnât help you relax, but you trusted his judgement and remained seated. The eager wait was short lived as San returned with something tightly clutched in his right hand and stopped by the end of the couch, back uncomfortably straight and face pinched into a serious expression. Hadnât you known him for a little shorter than a month, youâd assume he was about to get down on one knee and ask you to live the rest of your life by his side.Â
San cleared his throat and extended his arm low enough for you to see his well manicured fingernails. You shuffled over closer to the end of the sofa and sat up on your knees. His fingers unfolded and exposed the trinket laying in the center of his palm. An apartment key. The spare key to his apartment to be precise.
âI know we havenât known each other for that long, but Iâve never been sure of anything more than this and I really want to take this next step with you.â
âAre you asking me to marry you or move in with you?â
Red dusted his cheeks and he had to look away. Your own lips curved up as his eyes creased into crescent moons, a telltale of his dimpled smile making an appearance. San covered his mouth as if it would make his smile disappear. Testing the waters, he asked, âWould you say yes?â
âI guess youâll have to find out.âÂ
San was sure he could pass out right then and there. His cheeks hurt from smiling too much, but it was the only pain he would ever welcome with open arms. You climbed onto the couch and jumped into San's arms and he effortlessly caught you, his hands finding their designated place on your hips and thighs while your arms slid around his neck like a koala. Your fronts were pressed against each other, but you continued pulling him toward you, as if the chance of becoming one entity was higher than inventing flying cars. San dipped you down princess-style and stole a long kiss, one that you were more than eager to reciprocate. Your fingers tangled in his black hair, nails soothingly scratching his scalp, and your heart swelled with so much love and happiness it felt like it could explode and fill the living room with colorful confetti.
It was a shame the human needed air every few minutes because all you wanted to do in that moment was feel him everywhere. Breaking apart, you rested your forehead against his, hot breaths fanning across each otherâs lower faces, chests rising with fervor as your bodies desperately tried to reclaim the lost oxygen."
âIâd say yes a hundred times over,â you breathed out, âbut letâs save that for after we meet the in-laws.â
âMy parents have already scheduled a day for when we can go to Namhae,â he eagerly replied to which you hastily leaned back, nearly sending you both tumbling over.
âSan! I swear youâre unbelievable.â
âUnbelievably in love with you.â
Lips swollen, eyes welling with joy and hearts beating erratically, the world paused as you looked at each other. The diploma neatly placed on your desk and the knowledge you had collected over the years seemed insignificant when the love you harbored for San could regrow burned forests, mend broken bridges and heal even the most shattered of hearts.

Living with San was nothing out of the ordinary, except that you saw each other more now that you lived under the same roof. Considering your shared apartment with Haneul was bigger than Sanâs, it only made sense for the Choi siblings to switch places. That way you kept your room and San took Haneulâs. You quickly realized you couldâve just moved into Sanâs apartment instead as neither ever went to sleep alone. More often than not, San would crawl into your bed, claiming it was cozier than his, but you knew even the ground would be a great sleeping place as long as you were in his arms. That was precisely what you wanted â to be in Sanâs arms. Instead you were working another night shift, the most hectic one since the fire incident a couple of weeks ago.Â
A young man, no older than twenty, had been in a motorcycle crash, leaving him with severe pain and swelling in his right leg, which was pushed into an unnatural position. The skin was entirely torn off, exposing blood and muscle tissue. You had a suspicion about how severe the situation was, but it still called for an X-ray examination. As expected, the results confirmed multiple fractures of the femur and tibia, requiring surgery the next day at the latest. Changmin, as his driverâs license indicated, was in immense pain and even struggled with breathing difficulties into the night. This left you and your co-workers with no choice but to monitor him closely throughout the remainder of your shift. To say it was tiring would be an understatement. Your feet were so sore it felt like walking on a rug of medical needles and your back ached, begging you to lie in bed and not get up until the birds returned from Southeast Asia.
The only thing pushing you through the long day was the fact that you knew San was waiting on you at home. It didnât matter if he was awake or not. Your tense muscles relaxed by the thought of burying your face in his chest and forget the world until your batteries were restored again. It became a routine for the both of you. When one had a more physically draining day at work, the other was ready to pamper them and make them feel completely taken care of.Â
After a few failed attempts to insert the key into the door, you finally managed to unlock it. A stream of blue light illuminated the otherwise dark apartment and was accompanied by muffled voices coming from the living room. You haphazardly threw your shoes off, not bothering to neatly place them next to one of Sanâs hundred pairs of sneakers, and instinctively followed the animated sounds that belonged in a cartoon.Â
The scene you were met with nearly brought you to tears. San was seated in the middle of the sofa, a fuzzy blanket thrown over his head and shoulders, with two mugs of hot cocoa steaming on the table in front of him. The bag slung over your shoulder slipped off and fell to the floor with a gentle thud. Your jacket â a gift from Sanâs closet â was at least two sizes too big, making you look like a bear ready to hibernate. The colorful scarf you had been wearing since your teenage years reached up to your nose. San whipped his head in your direction and his stoic expression softened into one of understanding at the sight of fresh tears coating your waterline. His lips curled into a small, reassuring smile that spoke more of compassion than words ever could.Â
He quickly lifted one side of the blanket and beckoned you over with a gentle command. âCâmere honey.â
That was the last straw for your tears to start rolling. You wasted no time shedding your outer layers of clothing and curling into Sanâs side. A sob that you had been holding in throughout the entire car ride home vibrated against his chest. San ran his hand up and down your back while whispered praises tickled your ear. He planted a kiss on your crown and pulled you over him as he fell back against the couch. You adjusted yourself more comfortably, both legs falling on either side of his hips so as not to fall, and he swiftly maneuvered the blanket to shield you from the chilly atmosphere. The minutes ticked by and you had no perception of how long you stayed in that position, but your sobs eventually subdued to soft sniffling.Â
âHow did you know?â You whispered, a tremble hanging onto your vocal chords, and sat up.Â
Sanâs hands travelled to rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing circular motions into your flesh. âI just⊠felt you.â
âFelt me?â
He hummed, âI still do. Happiness, sadness, fear, anger â everything, right here.â His hand hovered over your heart and you understood. You really did.Â
There was no scientific explanation for the emotional connection that kept you in tune with each otherâs feelings. The unexpected pressure weighing down on your lungs at even the slightest discomfort or worry he experienced, like when he stumbled upon a video of a duckling being separated from its mother. It was uncanny how your heart soared hours before he came home with good news about a promotion, or the unexplainable sense of pride you had been carrying all day â only to discover it was coming from San, who had helped a kitten down from a tree. Youâd never forget the day the bitter taste of dandelion greens spread across your tongue, only to find San lying in bed, caving under the weight of his blue emotions. The best part of the connection, though, would be the buckets of love pouring into your bucket as he hugged, kissed and worshipped you. However, there was one emotion you hadnât received any signs of.
Your fingers found purchase on the hem of his shirt that rode up his stomach and revealed a sliver of the toned skin beneath. âI donât feel⊠your anger.â
San flashed you a blinding smile and spurts of daffodils curved around your heart. âThatâs because nothing makes me angry, love.â
âReally? Nothing?â
âNothing.â
A beat passed and you sighed, âIâm always angry.â
âI wouldnât say youâre angry, just⊠frustrated.â
âItâs practically the same thing,â you argued and continued fiddling with his shirt. He captured your hands in his and halted your anxious picking.
âIt isnât, not by definition. We feel frustrated when we are unable to progress, while anger is the response to something we perceive as wrong or harmful⊠Youâre not angry, my love, youâre frustrated and probably overworked too.â
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you mulled over his words. It made sense, and you didnât need to voice the comfort it brought you; he felt it. The unruly waves quieted to a steady push-and-pull, letting you breathe as the knot of emotions slowly untangled to nothing.
âYou know, Iâm supposed to be the older one out of the two of us.â
A hearty laugh filled the previously gloomy room, immediately illuminating the four cold walls, and San caught your waist again as he shifted, the echoes of his laughter filling the space.
âDonât you worry your pretty little head about that. It'd be my honor to make you feel like a teenage girl again.â
That he did. It was almost embarrassing how his sweet gestures had you leaping face first into your pillows and rapidly firing your feet against the comforter. One would believe you were closer to being fifteen than thirty, and while you had a mild crisis, you were still grateful San brought that youthfulness out of you again.Â
âWas it a rough day?â
The sentimental moment burst like a fragile soap bubble at the slightest of touches. You took a breath of air and San slid his hand further up your wrists, placing his thumbs in the center of your palms while the remainder of his fingers wrapped around the back of your hand. It was grounding and kept you from re-visiting the gut wrenching thoughts that plagued your mind while tending to the young patient.
âA young guy was rushed to the ER⊠He got into a motorcycle accident and flew maybe a good ten meters from the crash place, and totally fucked up his leg. It was by sheer luck he didnât suffer head injuries, let alone injuries to the rest of his body.âÂ
You still saw the image of his bloodied body and torn clothes, a sight that would leave you with nightmares for days.
âHe was in really critical condition, San. We couldnât leave him alone for even one second. Iâm talking about twenty four-hour care⊠Heâs going into surgery tomorrow. Heâll survive, but itâs just... He reminded me of you. How youâre literally in danger every time you go to work andâ and how easily I could loseâ loseâ loseââ
The words caught in your throat as your voice grew higher in pitch. San gave your hands another squeeze and pulled you back down onto him. You wasted no time burying your face in his neck and his arms automatically wrapped around you â one finding purchase at the back of your head while the other securely encircled your back.
âI donât want to lose you, San.â
âYou wonât lose me, love.â
âYou donât know that!â
âWhat I know is that I always do my best to come back to you in one piece. To my home, no?â The hand that had been placed against your head wrapped around the back of your neck and gently massaged it.
Like a flower opening up to catch the first few sun rays of the day, you put your heart out and allowed San a glimpse of what was inside.Â
âIt just scared me,â you said between shuddering breaths. âAnything could happen, San, and I donât know what Iâd do with myself if youââ
âHoney.â His voice wasnât stern, but it held a certain finality to it. As gentle as a newborn kitten, he carefully eased you back, pulling you away from where your face had been pressed against his neck. With a soft motion, he tilted your head slightly, getting a better look at your face.âThinking of the what ifs isnât good for anyone.â
You wanted to reply with an âI knowâ, but you knew better than to lie to him.Â
He wiped a stray tear off your cheek and you nuzzled against his palm. âLook, I love that you think you need me, but itâs not true. We managed more than fine on our own and just because weâve found each other doesnât mean we canât function alone anymore⊠I love that you feel comfortable enough to lean on me, darling, but at the end of the day, youâre strong because of who you are and not because Iâm here.
âAnd if, but just if, anything were to happen to me, I need you to know that you arenât alone. Youâd still have Haneul there. My parents. Your parents. Nurse Kim and Nurse Hwang too. Thatâs eight more people than me.â
Your hand enveloped his cradling your cheek. âI donât want to think of a life without you in it.â
âGood because youâre stuck with me forever and ever and ever and ever!â
A wet giggle sounded through the living room and Sanâs rough chuckle blended perfectly with your sweet hiccups. Overwhelmed by the affection filling your humble abode, successfully warming every corner of the apartment, you intertwined your fingers behind Sanâs neck and determinedly pulled him into a heart-searing kiss. Your mouths molded together in a perfect fit, much like the famous art piece by Auguste Rodin. The sculpture representing a pair of lovers destined to remain together forever, until parted by death.
San breathed life into you with simple gestures that could restore chivalry. His eyes finding yours in a crowded room, silently checking up on you as you were both tugged in opposite directions by your mutual friends. Walking the empty streets after a successful date night, the gentle brush of his fingers skimming over yours before slipping between the gaps and pulling your hand into the pocket of his coat with the excuse of keeping you warm. Slothing his front to your back in the solitude of your home as youâd be too busy for a long cuddle session on the couch. Not to mention the kisses spread throughout the dayâmorning, noon, and night. Heâd see you off with a peck and welcome you with the same sentiment, wishing you a good night or day before taking off.
The memories you collected during your still-new relationship pushed you forward, giving you hope and belief that you were going to get through this. Sanâs promise of never leaving â intentionally or unintentionally â comforted you and the dreadful thoughts hadn't returned, and hopefully, they wouldnât ever. But if they ever did reoccur, you knew San would be there to chase them away.

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