#Wei Ying x reader

[mvskedxrtist]

Such a Bad Laozu

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Creampie, Slight Overstimulation, Choking, Slight Bondage

Nᴏᴛᴇ: I have lots of drafts saved up that I'm writing and waiting to post for you guys. I'm also adding one last fandom if you noticed my main masterlist. So, my planning, you'll see later but for now enjoy this small request

Lan!AFAB!Reader x Wei Wuxian - Such a Bad Laozu

Wei Wuxian... The Yilling Patriarch, the Yilling Laozu, demon spawn, Baba, Wei Ying, Ridiculous, many bad things.

Lan Y/N... The older Pearl of Gusu, Top three fighters, Mama, Ice Queen, the Gusu Princess, many good things.

Two completely opposite people, yet everyone saw them together most of the time during Gusu Lectures. No one knew of how Wei Wuxian was able to befriend the ice queen, not even her brothers knew... Well except Lan Xichen, but she made him promise that he didn't tell their little brother. And he's kept that promise, even to this day of how Wei Wuxian was in Mo Xuanyu's body. Lan Y/N could instantly tell it was her beloved. He wasn't able to fool her that easily.

So when Lan Wangji brought Wei Wuxian to Gusu those first few nights, you decided to have Wei Ying sleep in your palace because it made more sense then have him room with your brother. Mo Xuanyu was known for being gay so wouldn't him rooming with a woman be the best way so he's behaved? Everyone in Gusu thought so, especially Wei Wuxian.

"Wei Wuxian! The fact that you now come back here after all these years and yet decided to hide from me is shameful!" You yelled at him and pushed him onto your mat while the male looked flustered and chuckled softly. "Y/N..I know I shouldn't have."

"Oh that's definitely an understatement, Mr. Lazou. For leaving me alone these past 13 years, you will take all of my brunt." You smirked as you pulled his robes off. He looked a bit excited from your sudden change of attitude but he should of expected it. He left you alone for 13 years, he would definitely be pent up as well after finding out that his loved one was alive.

You used your Lan forehead ribbon and tied Wei Wuxian's hands up with it tight as you were on top of him. "Wow Mommy~... You better hope your brothers don't try to come in..." He teased you a bit while watching you take your robes off, getting back on top of him and wrapping your hand around his neck. "They won't. Xichen definitely won't and he'll make sure Wangji doesn't either. Now shut it."

The next few hours that went by were spent by you and Wei Wuxian fucking each other senseless like bunnies in heat, loud moans coming from the both of them. He couldn't really tell what time it was or how long they were going, he just knew that being with his pearl was amazing. "Fuck yes, Mommy~" He groaned while you were bouncing up and down his cock for probably the nth time. Squelching sounds could be heard from their hips connecting together, one look in your eyes told Wei Ying everything. He's gonna be exhausted when the sun rises.

And exhausted he was, he didn't even knew that Y/N had this much stamina until she made him cum inside of her ass for the fifth time. He could feel himself get sleepy, there probably only was a few hours left until it was time to get up yet you still wanted more from him. "Cmon, one last time, Wei Ying.." You panted softly while increasing your speed, moaning from how deep he went in you.

"B-but Mommy~ I don't think I can..~" He whined under his breath, tears in his eyes because of pleasure before you pulled his hair a bit, grabbing the ponytail. "But I know you can, baby~ Unless you're being a bad Laozu and refusing?.."

[bloomingapricots]

Eclipsing the Sun

Updated here first at AO3

Ending One Destiny’s Design, the best ending

Btw I edited chapter one a bit

Life | Destiny’s Design (here) | Threaded Fate

Chapter Two | Ending One | Destiny's Design

You slowly sat up from the mat you were laid on. You did not expect to survive your poisoning if you were to be honest.

“Oh, Xiongjie is awake!” A young voice commented, which you snapped your head to turn to look at.

“Oh my god.” you accidentally slipped out. “A-Yuan!?”

“Wen Duzhe,” you may or may not have screamed as you realized Lan Zhan was on the other side of your bed. As it turned out, you put yourself in a coma and missed the ending battle, as well as missed the discussion of what to do with the Wen remnants. Despite your contribution in bringing down a good majority of the Wens, there were many who called for your death, so Lan Zhan carried you to Yiling where the remnants of your clansmen are.

—

“Wen Duzhe!” Wei Ying ran up to you as you exited the hut you were staying at.

“Wei Wuxian,” You stated as you walked slowly toward Wei Ying.

“Wen Duzhe?” Wei Ying questioned as he slowed down after noticing your mood.

“W.e.i.W.u.x.i.a.n!” You are slowly repeating Wei Ying’s name. Wei Ying stopped five feet from you before slowly walking away from you. “You idiot!” you started chasing after Wei Ying when he started running from you.

“Wen Duzhe, why are you chasing me!?” Wei Ying yelped.

“Why, huh? I don’t know, maybe because you left me with your Sect!” you yelled your reply. As mentioned before, you had done the same stunt at Cloud Recesses before at Lotus Pier. But then Wei Ying had left with Wen Qing, leaving your unconscious self at Lotus Pier. Standing between Madam Jiang’s and Jiang Cheng’s wrath was Jiang Yanli as you befriended the girl back at Cloud Recesses. “Jiang Cheng did not like me back then, and he definitely does not like me right now!” You tackled Wei Ying to the ground and pinched his cheeks.

“Wait! Wait! Yield! I yield!” Wei Ying yelped as you started bonking his head with yours. “Please have mercy!”

—

You are in a meeting to discuss the future of the remaining Wens with Lan Zhan, Wei Ying, Wen Qing, and,

“It’s that A-Ning!?” You squealed and pointed at the fierce corpse that is your cousin.

“Duzhe-xiongjie,” Wen Ning mumbled. You may or may not have cried at your failure to save Wen Ning from becoming a fierce corpse. After crying from not only being unable to save Wen Ning from his fate but also breaking down from the heavy burden you had carried since transmigrating into MDZS.

“Feeling better, Wen Duzhe?” Wei Ying asked as he gently patted your back. You sniffed before replying,

“Not really, but I will be,” You sighed.

“Duzhe-dimei[4],” Wen Qing called.

“Yes?” You replied.

“I... I know you're in shock, but I must ask, how long did you plan that?” Wen Qing asked.

“... Plan what?” You replied. That is a too stupid response you thought, internally screeching. Wen Qing looked at you unconvinced and disappointed.

“You know what I mean,” Wen Qing now looked disappointed and upset, not the angry upset that often appeared on her face. But the helpless upset that you would sometimes see only when Wen Qing thought she was alone. A hand gently grabbed your right hand, and it was Lan Zhan who was holding your right hand.

“Wen Duzhe, it is not good to lie,” Lan Zhan too looked upset in his subtle way. He was even patting your right hand.

“It was surprising to see you appear at Yunmeng and then poison your own clan, a simple spread of powder that easily weakened your clansmen,” Wei Ying said. You internally sweated as Wen Qing was in front of you, Wei Ying was behind you, Lan Zhan was at your right, and Wen Ning was at your left. You are boxed in, you cannot escape from this conversation.

“At Gusu too,” Lan Zhan added.

“Duzhe-dimei, please,” Wen Qing pleaded.

“...” You sighed. “Alright, I give,” You begin to explain that since your preteens, you had always known that your sect leader was an awful person and that his sons would be too. So you plan to poison everyone but the children, the elderly, and the innocents. You researched and experimented on plants that at first would remain dormant, only to become poisonous by another plant mixed in.

“And you tested yourself?” Wen Ning asked, remembering your lab in a hidden cave.

“Yes,” You replied.

“Duzhe-dimei!” Wen Qing went to your left to clench at your left hand, Wen Ning moved out of the way. “You-! You went to the infirmary so many times I-I, was that the reason?“ She checked your meridians as you nodded your head. You felt Lan Zhan pouring his spiritual energy into you.

“As mentioned, the poison is two steps. Part one was a tasteless, undetectable, dormant poison that was to be ingested with food I helped prepare, and part two was a powdered poison that was to be inhaled. I have fed everyone who shared our sect leader’s ideology part one, and during the battles, I spread part two,” You snickered “Well part one was not technically a poison as it would not have gotten past the poison test tasters, hence why the poisoning process was in two parts,”

“Wen Duzhe, your golden core, and dantian. Even your meridian is…” Lan Zhan said.

“Even if someone survived, the poison will devour their cultivation.” You smiled an empty smile.

“Then-!” Wen Qing channeled her spiritual energy as noticed what Lan Zhan noticed. “How are you still alive!?”

“It surprised me too, to be honest. I had planned to die after taking down the forces in Gusu, but here we are,” You shrugged. You were then hugged fiercely by Wei Ying from behind.

“Y-you stupid- foolish- whatever!” Wen Qing sobbed. Better me than Wei Ying, as this was his place, you thought.

“Better me than you guys,” You said.

—

After being scolded and lectured with the promise of being hut-arrested to heal. Your group went on to discuss the next topic, the future.

“I think we should change our last name,” You suggested. “It would be good to separate ourselves from Wen to something else,”

“To what though?” Wen Qing asked. You gave a shit-eating grin and looked at Wei Ying.

“To Wei!” You cheerfully suggested.

“Huh!?” Wei Ying flinched in surprise, which meant jostling you as Wei Ying moved to your left, throwing an arm around your shoulder. Lan Zhan is still holding your right hand and channeling his spiritual energy.

“You did a lot for my family, Wei Ying, and I would be more than happy if we could become family,” You said.

“I don’t refute that,” Wen Qing commented.

“I would like that as well,” Wen Ning added.

“Ah, but then there are the more bloodthirsty cultivators. We probably need a clan to back us up,” You looked at Wei Ying and then at Lan Zhan. “Since Wei Ying is here and given that Jiang Cheng doesn’t like me..” You trailed off and the others got what you meant, Yunmeng Jiang is a no-go. “Lan Zhan, do you think you could convince your family?”

“...hm, I will make sure,” Lan Zhan replied.

“Don’t stick your head out for us too much, Lan Zhan. I do not want you to be in trouble,” You added.

“I want you to be safe,” Lan Zhan said.

“Thank you,” You had a dumb thought and since you were still very drained, you voiced it “Eheheh I had a dumb thought, even if we became Yiling Wei, Wei Ying is considered a traitor to the Jiang, and I don’t know, what if Wei Ying and I married Lan Zhan,” However Lan Zhan stared thoughtfully at you and Wei Ying. “Lan Zhan?”

—

“Huh,” Somehow, you are in Jingshi which has been decorated in vibrant reds. You too are decorated in vibrant reds, in the bridal wedding robes red. Wei Ying is also sitting next to you, in bridal wedding robes, on the bed decorated in red. In the Jingshi which has been decorated in red for a wedding couple, technically throuple in this situation.

“You alright Shen Duzhe?” Jiang Yanli asked, giggling, after hiding Wei Ying’s shoes. Since you were to be married to Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, you decided to change your last name to Shen instead of Wei like all your other relatives.

“...No,” You replied.

“This was your idea,” Wei Qing said after hiding your shoes.

“I, I was joking,” You whined. Wei Qing was about to respond but heard a disciple announcing that Lan Zhan was coming soon.

“Your groom is coming soon, time for us to go,” Wei Qing and Jiang Yanli quickly left.

“Wei Ying, how the fuck did we get here?” You asked.

“It surprised me, too. After our meeting, that fuddy-duddy went and got permission for marriage, to me and you,” Wei Ying replied.

“I expected Lan Zhan to marry you, but me too?” You questioned.

“Huh? Me? Why not you? I thought he would marry you,” Wei Ying replied.

“Well, even though Lan Zhan does get annoyed with you, there is a look of fondness in his eyes towards you from what I observed,” You explained.

“Huh? When we go night hunting together, he sticks to you constantly,” Wei Ying said.

“What? We are not supposed to go by ourselves, though?” You questioned. You and Wei Ying stared at each other, probably. Your red veil and his red veil are hiding your face from each other. Wei Ying lifted his veil to show his face then he lifted your veil to see your face.

“Shen Duzhe, what do you feel about Lan Zhan and what do you feel about me? After all, I’m married as the main wife and Lan-furen but you married as just a consort,” Wei Ying asked.

“I…” You pondered and thought deeply about your feelings. “I do like you and Lan Zhan, but you and Lan Zhan are destined to be together. I don’t know why I’m here,”

“...I want to sleep with Lan Zhan and you,” Wei Ying stated. 

“Huh!?” If your cheeks were any thinner, you might have blushed. Wei Ying made direct eye contact with you and he can tell you are flustered. The door to Jingshi opened and Wei Ying put back his veil and your veil as well. Lan Zhan was quick to find Wei Ying’s shoes and your shoes. Lan Zhan left Wei Ying’s and your shoes by the bed.

“Wei Ying, Shen Duzhe,” Lan Zhan called.

“Lan Zhan-er-gege~” Wei Ying replied.

“Ugh,” You replied in embarrassment. You begin to grow even more flustered, as now is the consummation. You internally questioned if you really were going to have a threesome. Lan Zhan stepped closer to you and Wei Ying. Taking off your veil and Wei Ying’s veil, you stared at Lan Zhan’s face, blue screening.

“Shen Duzhe,” Lan Zhan called. He was standing between your legs, holding you in his arms. You felt Wei Ying move to sit as close as possible to you, side-hugging you and laying his head on your shoulder. Your mind is too empty to think. Wei Ying chuckled near your ears and you shivered as his breath hit your ear. Lan Zhan moved his face close to yours but he ended up kissing Wei Wing over your shoulder. WangXian is kissing over your shoulder while they are hugging you.

“I think A-Duzhe needs a moment, how about you play with this wife first~“

[4]  Like how xiongjie probably means “older siblings” 弟妹 dimei would probably mean “younger siblings”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I have not reached at any point, till now, of writing about kissing in any fanfiction

Next stop, ending Two Threaded Fate aka angst ending

[drama--universe]

Found

Requested by anonymous: Hello! I see the requests are open again!💘 I hope you don't mind one from me: How would Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Wen Ning and Xiao Xingchen react to a woman being found running, injured and scared? Because it turns out that someone has sent assassins to the reader's family and the reader is the only one who manages to escape, but the assassins are still after her. What would they do? How would they help?😔😔😔

Pairing: the untamed boys x fem!reader

Warnings: blood, assassins

Wei Wuxian:

he's just peacefully walking when he sees you

it's too late to move when he does, however

so you two collide quite painfully

he doesn't care much and instead asks if your okay

when you shake your head, he is also quick to worry

that's when he spots the blood that is splattered across your clothes

as well as the fresh cuts that lingered across your whole body

a sudden shout pulls both of you out of your thoughts

you hide behind Wuxian

he doesn't understand until he sees two men running towards the two of you

they're obviously assassins, their clothes say enough

so Wuxian pulls out his own sword while holding his other arm in front of you

maybe it's the fact that he's helping you or maybe just his aura, but you visibly relax

you aren't shaking much anymore, instead your just hidden now

although Wuxian can still hear he occasional sob or whimper from you

the two assassins are quickly disposed of by Wuxian

then he asks for more of an explanation

one your happy to give, telling him everything that came to mind as you retold what had happened

Wuxian takes you back to lotus pier so you're safe

and he'll surely help you find the actual culprit behind everything

Lan Zhan:

the usual stroll with all the disciplines was quiet

a bit too quiet even

until you stumbled out of the bushes

your eyes are bloodshot from crying, your hair a mess from running through the branches and your clothes are covered in blood and mud

most disciplines step back so you don't dirty their white and blue clothes

only Lan Zhan steps forward

your quick to explain everything, words faster than Lan Zhan can process

he picks out the most important points of your story

which happen to be massacre and assassins

just as he figured it out, five men jump from out of the woods

their swords are drawn out

Lan Zhan orders the younger ones to take care of it

then he guides you away

you are worried for the younglings left behind to fight, Lan Zhan is not

he knows they'll take care of it

he goes to check on them once you're safe inside

takes care of you for a few months and teaches you to defend yourself

also makes sure that an investigation starts about the demise of your clan

Lan Xichen:

you stumble to him around the time that he and Meng Yao are in hiding in the woods

you didn't know who either were, you only saw the house from afar

Xichen is kind enough to let you hide there from the assassins chasing you

they stick around for a few days, threatening him multiple times to tell them where you were

he always says the same

I don't know who you're looking for, but they're not here

stupidly enough, the assassins believe him after only 3 tries

you're just glad that they left

nonetheless, Xichen insists that you stay a bit longer

Meng Yao hasn't woken up yet and he's lonely

not that he says that to you, no

he just tells you that the assassins might still be near

which isn't a complete lie

Meng Yao:

he doesn't usually involve himself in stuff that doesn't have a profit for him

he calculates everything that he does, to the finest details

It was a bit of a surprise when he catches you in the forest as your first meeting

you looked scared, terrified even

not of him, but rather of the men following you

three men, dressed in black

they scattered when one spotted Meng Yao

he was kind enough to bring you back to his place in the Nie palace

brews you some tea to calm you down and carefully listens to your story

he later brings it up to Nie Huaisang, who later says it to his elder brother

which is what Meng Yao wanted to begin with, but he didn't want to do so himself

you're welcomed with open arms by other clans, who all offer to rebuild your clan

Sending pupils your way once everything is in fact rebuild

you can't get your savior out of your mind, you owned him your life

so you granted him anything that he wanted, whenever

he gladly took the offer, but claimed that he didn't want too ask for to much

at the end of this whole ordeal, Meng Yao was glad that he sent those assassins your way

Wen Ning:

he was practicing in the woods

he missed the target and was quite surprised when he heard a loud yelp

you came from the bushes, running through the river and one man followed

his arrow stuck in the stranger's shoulder

he doesn't really know what to do, freezing as you approached him

luckily for him, the other man doesn't continue after spotting him

you were quick to thank him for shooting the assassin behind you

to which Wen Ning shyly admitted that it wasn't intentional at all

you stare at him for a few seconds before bursting into giggles

he only looked down to the ground in embarrassment

but even with the embarrassment, he manages to stutter out that you should join him for dinner and get treated by his sister

you graciously accept his offer

his sister is very kind throughout the process of stitching and cleaning your wounds

all the while Wen Ning continues to stare your way

he wonders what happened to you

but he doesn't have to wonder for long as his sister asks

and you start to explain, the tears that started forming were clear to see

Wen Ning almost wanted to cry as well, the story sounded a bit too close to his own situation after all

which is why he convinces his sister to let you stay

before begging you to stay around with the promise that he'd take care of you

and that he does

Xiao Xingchen:

the street was empty, which is why it was so obvious that something was wrong with you

you were running on the street, a panicked look on your face

you tripped not far from him, in arms reach and Xingchen looks at you

he wasn't sure what to do at first, his heart said yes but his head said to not involve himself

his heart won when he saw a few men approaching, dressed in black and clearly there to kill you

his sword was pulled as he stood before you, staring at the man with a glare

the fight doesn't take long, the men are dead after only 10 minutes

while Xingchen cleans his sword, you were quick to get up and thank him

he doesn't say much, instead he just shortly nods before walking away

not expecting you to follow him

you do though, asking him if it was okay to stay as you feared to be alone

he accept the offer or at least until you reached a clan that would protect you

which takes a few weeks and he hates to admit that he's grown attached to you

he hoped you'd stay by his side, but you chose not to

instead, you plan to rebuild your own clan

but you make sure to tell him that he's always welcome to visit

he never gets said opportunity

[mdzsfan]

Echoes of Love

Thank you so much for requesting @Aelsher_- (wattpad)

Wei Wuxian's heart was a battlefield of conflicting emotions, each sentiment warring against the other. Amidst the backdrop of their shared world, he found himself ensnared by a web of misconceptions and misgivings.

In the midst of bustling days at the Cloud Recesses, he often found himself stealing glances at her. Lan Y/n, a presence that both soothed and agitated his heart, and was a force he couldn't ignore. Their paths crossed often, her laughter echoing like chimes in his ears. Yet, with each joyful interaction he witnessed between her and Jiang Cheng, a shadow of doubt cast itself over his feelings.

Amidst the intricate dance of emotions, Lan Y/n's voice cut through the tension like a calming breeze. "A-cheng," she spoke gently, her words an attempt to soothe the unease that had taken root. "Don't be silly."

Jiang Cheng's response, unyielding and fervent, shattered the silence with its boldness. "Wei Wuxian doesn't deserve you," he declared, his words resounding with a conviction that brooked no argument. "He's too busy chasing around Lan Wangji."

Lan Y/n's laughter, like a soft melody, echoed through the air. "Lan Wangji is my brother," she explained, her tone laced with amusement. "It's only natural that they spend time together."

But Jiang Cheng wasn't swayed, his voice rising as he continued to press his point. "See?" His exasperation was palpable, his frustration echoing through the space. "You're too good for him."

For Wei Wuxian, the exchange was a whirlwind of emotions, his heart a canvas splattered with colors of uncertainty and understanding. He listened as Lan Y/n's voice wavered, her hesitation a reflection of the complexity of the situation. "A-cheng, I'm flattered," she admitted, her words laced with both gratitude and uncertainty. "But this is inappropriate behavior. I'm with A-xian now. It's time for you to accept that."

"If you'd only give me a chance," Jiang Cheng's voice was laced with a mixture of desperation and longing, his words hanging in the air like a plea. In a moment fueled by his emotions, he leaned in, attempting to bridge the distance between them with a kiss. But Y/n's instincts kicked in, and with a resolute push, she managed to create a space between them, halting his advances. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, a silent boundary that held within it her unwavering stance.

As the echoes of their interaction reverberated, Y/n's gaze darted, her heart seizing as she caught sight of Wei Wuxian turning to leave. "A-xian!" she called out, her voice a mixture of desperation and urgency. "Wait! What you saw was a complete misunderstanding!"

But his form continued to recede, each step carrying him away from her, and her words seemed to dissipate into the air, unheard by the retreating figure.

"A-y/n," Wei Wuxian's voice was gentle yet resolute, his words carrying a weight that held a spectrum of emotions. "I've seen the ways you guys interact with each other. You don't need to hide it."

His statement hung in the air, the truth of it echoing in the space between them. Y/n's heart ached at the apparent inevitability of his conclusion, the misunderstanding solidifying into a perception that cast shadows over her truth.

With a voice choked by emotion, she sought to break through the barriers that had emerged. "But A-xian," her voice trembled, the words carrying the depth of her feelings, "I love you! Why won't you believe me?"

Tears glistened in her eyes, emotions raw and unfiltered as they overflowed. Her heart laid bare, her words carried the weight of her vulnerability, a plea to be heard, understood, and believed. In that moment, the connection between them seemed to hang in the balance, the threads of their shared story stretched to their limits, waiting for a resolution that could bridge the gaps of misunderstanding and reveal the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface.

"Perhaps, this is for the best," Wei Wuxian's words fell like a quiet sigh, heavy with a mixture of resignation and regret. With a gentle but deliberate movement, he gently removed her hands from his, the action speaking volumes of the distance he felt compelled to put between them.

The weight of his statement settled upon the air, a sense of finality hanging between them like an unspoken truth. Y/n's heart clenched at the realization of his decision, a blend of understanding and heartache weaving within her.

But her desire to salvage what they had refused to be quelled. "A-xian!" Her voice rang out, charged with desperation, as she tried to chase after him. Her feet propelled her forward, fueled by the fervent need to close the gap, to mend the fraying threads of their connection. But her efforts were in vain, for he outpaced her effortlessly, his strides longer and faster.

As she watched him slip through her fingers, her heart ached with a sense of helplessness. The space between them widened, a visual representation of the emotional chasm that had come to define their interaction. She felt a wave of frustration mix with her longing, her fingers stretching futilely toward him as if to bridge the distance that separated them.

The echoes of her cry, the unspoken plea that had been woven into her voice, reverberated through the air. In that fleeting moment, it felt as though the universe itself was conspiring against their desires, emphasizing the challenge of trying to hold onto something slipping through their grasp.

Timeskip

As the sound of Lan Wangji's voice reached Y/n's ears, a rush of emotions surged within her, compelling her to move hastily towards the doorway. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, the mere possibility of seeing Wei Wuxian again propelling her steps. However, as the scene unfolded before her eyes, her hopes were met with bitter disappointment – there was no sign of Wei Wuxian.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes scanned the surroundings in vain, desperately seeking a glimpse of the man she longed for. "A-zhan," her voice wavered, her tone tinged with desperation and a silent plea, "where is A-xian?"

There was an unspoken urgency in her question, a fervent hope that her worst fears had not materialized. Yet, even before a response could be offered, the weight of silence settled upon the air, and realization dawned upon her like a cruel revelation that Wei Wuxian was truly gone.

The truth hit her like a physical blow, and the world seemed to blur around her. The ground beneath her feet felt unsteady as her legs threatened to give way. Her vision swayed, and her consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion. Just as darkness began to encroach on the edges of her awareness, Lan Wangji's presence became her anchor, a lifeline that prevented her from succumbing to unconsciousness.

Y/n's voice trembled, her words etched with a raw and unrestrained pain that seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul. "He promised," she managed to choke out between sobs, her voice a broken whisper, "he promised that he knew he could control it."

Her tears flowed freely, each drop a testament to the overwhelming sorrow that had enveloped her being. She clung to Lan Wangji as if he were the last semblance of stability in her crumbling world, her grief pouring out in waves that seemed to echo through the very fabric of existence.

In the years that followed, the echoes of Y/n's cries reverberated within Lan Wangji's mind, etching themselves into his consciousness as an indelible mark. The sound of her anguish became a haunting presence, a recurring nightmare that visited him during countless nights. Each cry was a reminder of the pain he had witnessed and the helplessness he had felt in the face of a love lost.

Timeskip (resurrection era)

"Lan Zhan, how is y/n?" Wei Wuxian's curiosity about his former lover was evident in his question. "Has she married Jiang Cheng?"

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji's voice held a touch of sadness. "What you witnessed back then was a misunderstanding."

"When it was discovered that Jiang Cheng played a significant role in your tragic fate," Lan Wangji continued, "she embarked on a path of seeking revenge against him, driven by the need to avenge you."

"All the suffering my sister endured was a consequence of your actions," Lan Xichen interjected, his tone laced with reproach. "You became a catalyst for countless tragedies in her life."

"If she had never crossed paths with you," Lan Xichen added with a hint of bitterness, "she wouldn't have experienced so much heartache, and she wouldn't have compromised her principles for one mortal man."

Wei Wuxian's gaze dropped, his expression a mixture of guilt and regret. He hadn't realized the extent of the pain he had inadvertently caused y/n. The weight of his actions weighed heavily on his heart as he absorbed the truth of Lan Xichen's words.

"Where is she now?" Wei Wuxian inquired anxiously.

"After your passing and her numerous unsuccessful attempts to seek revenge against Jiang Cheng, she secluded herself in her room for years. It seemed like history repeating itself again, and all of it traced back to you," Lan Xichen recounted before taking his leave, leaving Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian alone.

"Can I see her again?" Wei Wuxian's voice held a tinge of longing, the words escaping his lips like a fragile plea seeking solace.

Yet, silence remained in response, a heavy quietude that hung between them, only to be broken by the subtle incline of Lan Wangji's head. A silent understanding passed between the two as they continued their steps, advancing towards the door that Lan Wangji gently pushed ajar, unveiling the figure within none other than his own sister.

The effervescent radiance that once graced Y/n's complexion had now surrendered to a dry and lackluster pallor. Her eyes, once bright and vibrant, were now burdened by the weight of exhaustion, manifesting as deep shadows that had found their home beneath them. The hanfu, a symbol of grace, had lost its former elegance, now bearing wrinkles and creases that mirrored the unrest within. Even her hair, once meticulously arranged with utmost care, now cascaded in disarray, a visual testament to the upheaval that had touched her life.

"Y/n," Wei Wuxian's voice held a softness, a gentle murmur that hung in the air like a delicate secret shared only between them. With measured steps, he bridged the distance, each footfall a reflection of the cautious hope and tenderness he carried in his heart.

As he drew closer, it was as though time itself stretched, allowing him to absorb the changes that had befallen her. His gaze, filled with a mixture of empathy and affection, held the unspoken promise that he was there, not only as a witness to her struggles but also as a steadfast presence in her life.

The space between them seemed to hold an unspoken dialogue, a conversation that transcended words. In that fleeting moment, their connection was a bridge between separate worlds, drawing them together despite the trials that had sought to pull them apart.

"Y/n," Wei Wuxian's voice trembled with the weight of emotions too profound for words, a symphony of sentiments that resonated through the very fabric of the room.

Startled, Y/n lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting the figure standing before her. "A-xian?" Her voice quivered, a mixture of disbelief and vulnerability. "No, you can't be A-xian! He's gone, taken by Jiang Cheng, leading to his death."

"Y/n," Wei Wuxian's voice was gentle, his eyes brimming with tears that mirrored the sorrow etched within his heart. Each tear seemed to carry the burden of countless untold stories, of regrets and longing that spanned time itself. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the words like a fragile promise, a confession of remorse that hung in the air.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as her emotions erupted, the dam of her heartbreak finally breaking free. She trembled with a mixture of anguish and anger, her voice quivering as she spoke through the waves of pain that consumed her. "Why did you choose demonic cultivation?" Her words were punctuated by sobs, the syllables heavy with the grief she had carried for years. "Why did you choose this path? Why did you have to leave us behind, to die and be gone for so many years, only to return now?"

Her fists balled up, her grief finding an outlet in the form of strikes against Wei Wuxian's chest. Each blow was a testament to the tumultuous sea of emotions crashing within her, a physical manifestation of the questions that had haunted her in his absence. "Why?!" she cried out, the anguish in her voice echoing off the walls. "Why did you leave us to suffer? You said you could control it!"

Wei Wuxian's expression remained a canvas of sorrow, etched with the lines of regret and the weight of his choices. As he endured the physical outpouring of her pain, his voice held a soothing quality, laced with an understanding of the pain he had caused. "I never intended to inflict this much pain towards you," he confessed, his voice a whisper that sought to bridge the chasm between them.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the space between them charged with a fragile vulnerability. Y/n's fists slowly unclenched, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her emotional release. Her tear-filled eyes met his, and within their depths lay a tumultuous mixture of emotions – anger, sorrow, longing, and the remnants of a love that had weathered the storm.

In that moment, as they stood facing each other, a profound understanding passed between them. Words, no matter how eloquent, would always pale in comparison to the depth of their emotions. Their hearts had been scarred by misunderstandings, by the passage of time, and by choices that had led them down divergent paths. Yet, within the fragments of pain and regret, the essence of their connection still remained, an unspoken bond that transcended the barriers they faced.

[caramel1mochi]

One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [End]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎ 

Words: 3k ‎ 

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎ 

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.

We're done with Iso!! As per the vote, I'm moving on to Yoru once everything's ready. And man is he as painful to write as I remember haha

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Spring, present day.

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It took you a long while to decide on whether that was one of the worst or best months of your life.

On one hand, you came back with a quarter of the harvest you were supposed to get, and you had to wait for a while until your lemon trees would bear fruit once more. That, and working with only thirteen lemons turned out to be much more difficult than you thought when it comes to baking.

And on the other hand, it was fun attempting to come up with workarounds with Ying. That, and you woke up the next morning with a new sensation that wrapped around you like a clingy lover. And it wasn't anything like the miserable pessimism you hauled around, or like the apathy that…

No, no. It was apathy. 

But a more positive kind of apathy. One that beckoned you to come to terms with many dilemmas in your mind. One of them being that winter was just... winter. A season. And like every other season, it had its ups and downs. It wasn't some omnipresent being out to get you, or whatever.

And quite frankly, this apathy was the best feeling you've ever had in a long... well, in your entire life. You woke up looking forward to the day, with a desire to actually get things going.

And that's exactly what you did.

You spent the past three months selling those plants back in your apartment at that nursery, you made friends with that lady who recommended you do such a thing, and now you were back at Yu’s house to check in on your growing orange trees. Heck, Yu’s neighbours even started greeting you whenever you came by.

They definitely saw you carrying the baskets of fruit and wanted some. Maybe you should use this wealthy neighbourhood to your advantage, you mused.

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Ying called you earlier and mentioned discussing the state of her café with you since she had ‘more important matters to get to’. And you didn’t really mind, despite still being a mere barista, but she said she’d discuss the details by afternoon… But the location? Yeah, she promised she’d get back to you on that after she’d decided.

You moved down the short corridor, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the strong rays that poured through the windows of the doors. The darkness around you did not help ease the pain of such a bright light. But even then, you wrapped your free hand around the handle and forced the door open, allowing the brightness to finally balance itself out.

You noticed something yellow out of the corner of your eye. And you would’ve dismissed it if you hadn’t turned to look at what it was. It was… inside the basket. There was one Meyer lemon, probably from that harvest months ago that the two of you missed. It kind of made sense that you’d forget it. You haven’t really visited this house after that day, not with the ongoing streak of snowstorms. And, you know, Ying’s persistence on keeping you safe.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of a nearby mosquito. And immediately, you dropped the watering can and crushed the bug, instantly killing it. Now that you considered it, the one good thing about winter was the lack of annoying insects. That, and the fact it helped plants rejuvenate after a harvest, and that it kept earth’s temperature in check, and… 

No, nevermind. You didn’t want to be warming up to winter. Pun intended.

You moved back towards your growing orange trees and observed their shape for a moment. And like the row of lemon trees right behind them, they looked as otherworldly as they were. The white flowers on it looked even prettier under the sunlight’s strong glare. Much prettier than in the winter, but they both had their charm. Super photogenic.

Just as you grabbed the watering can up from the ground, your phone vibrated with an embarrassingly loud ringtone, and you pulled it out of your pocket only to discover that Ying was calling. At the worst time as well, you thought as you answered and held up the device to your ear.

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"Hi."

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"Y/N, I've decided!"

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Her voice took you by surprise more than the ensemble of loud chirping birds around you.

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"Decided?"

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"We're going to meet up on the bridge. Do you remember it?"

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You kept the phone held up against your ear with your shoulder, grabbing one branch and gently pushing it aside so that the water from your can could reach every crevice of the tree.

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"The bridge...?"

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"Yes! I was told it looks ethereal in the spring, and it truly does! Ah, and it's closer to the train station than I thought. We can use it as a landmark for when we leave. What do you think?"

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You continued watering in silence for a moment. It looks ethereal in the spring? Who the heck told her that?

Whatever, it wasn’t your job to question everything.

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"That can work. When do I come by?"

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"Actually, I'm already here."

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You immediately stopped watering.

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"Already? Ying, the least you could've done was give me a heads up."

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“I’m sorry, but I have something scheduled for sundown! I’ll see you there, okay? I promise you, it’ll be worth it!”

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She closed the call before you could retort.

She was probably going to promote you or straight up just hand you the café. What with how busy she was starting to get and how much she disappeared, it wouldn’t surprise you if it turned out to be actually that. You didn’t really mind taking control of the café, now that you thought about it… Oh, but the idea of dealing with your co-workers’ minute problems sounded like pure torture.

You sighed and continued watering your plants in silence, quickening your pace so that you’d be able to make it to her in time.

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It took you a while, but eventually, you made it. And the only guidance you used was the pitter patter of the children’s feet as they ran around and cackled, alongside the melodic chirping of the birds. The bus left a trail of smoke as it sped off, but this one mild inconvenience was immediately drowned out by the sight before you.

Ying was right, the place looked like paradise on Earth now that it was spring.

The waters were crystal clear, the trees were full of life and the grass on the ground vibrated with an enigmatic amount of cheerfulness. Almost like they were harmoniously swaying to a tune you couldn’t hear. Had someone taken a picture of this place, you would’ve convinced yourself it was just editing and that there was no way Earth would look like this.

But it did, you mused as you approached the bridge.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at a comfortable spot and rest your arms on the warm railing. Thankfully, despite your short height, the railings weren’t too tall and your loose clothes allowed you maximum flexibility to peer through to catch a glimpse of the waters. Short enough for you to be able to comfortably lean on it, but not so short children could fall down.

Your eyes were firmly fixated on the lake. And for the first time in so long, you felt... content.

You still didn't know what your goal in life was. You still didn't know why you should keep going, among many other questions like that. But all you knew was that the path your life headed in... Well, you didn’t want to change anything about it.

What would tomorrow look like? You pondered with a fond smile, holding up the Meyer lemon just above the lake and allowing the sun's light to shine in on it. And it beamed. It beamed with celestial beauty unfathomable to the human mind. 

This was your harvest.

You put down the lemon with an even wider smile and stared at the lake instead, the fish that swam by. Tomorrow sounded amazing, now that you thought about it.

And you looked forward to it.

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"Y/N?"

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A soft voice promptly came up from behind you. You sighed and stuffed the lemon back into your pockets, before turning around to meet her gaze.

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"What took you so long? I thought you were in a hurry–"

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The moment you locked gazes with a familiar pair of lilac eyes, your breathing hitched, and time stood still. 

It took a moment to comprehend that this person wasn’t Ying. It wasn’t Ying at all. It was… You felt your heart drop as you rapidly looked the figure up and down.

Broad shoulders, purple eyes, black hair, tall stature…

It was Yu. He stood only a few feet away from you; and he donned a meticulously designed hoodie with collars tall enough to conceal the lower portion of his face. One you had never seen before.

The words were lodged in your throat. Scratch that, no, your mind went completely blank, and the world felt like it started breaking apart.

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“Yu…”

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"Y/N, I..." He took a step forward, the floorboards audibly creaking under his weight. "I'm so sorry."

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His voice had a sombre undertone. Slight and drowned out by the mirth that surrounded the both of you, but it was still telling. It was one that successfully let you know that he drowned in regret, all without saying a single word.

And yet, you still weren't sure how to feel about this. Sad? Happy? Furious? The second option was the most obvious one in your mind, but for the love of God, you just couldn’t form a single thought in your head. Heck, you couldn’t even comprehend the situation in general. All you knew was that Yu was here. And that was… No, wrong wasn’t the word.

His hand gently clasped your shoulder, and a familiar warmth landed alongside it.

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"I'm sorry it took so long, but I- I was caught up in so many things, and it all just..."

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He then pulled you into a hug. Your cheek slammed against his chest, the impact only cushioned by his thick hoodie.

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"I missed you."

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You didn't react.

For a few seconds, you stood there with a stiff posture as you stared into space, unsure whether you should return the hug or just stay silent and not do anything. This whole situation felt unreal. It felt like one of those hyper realistic dreams your brain would conjure up whenever it decided it wanted to escape your pitiful life, but that sprinkle of hope always scattered the moment you woke up. But it wasn't. In fact, he stood right there, the familiar scent of lemons taking over your nostrils on account of how close he was.

Yu was here… He was present. He came back.

Though you shut your eyes as hard as you could, tears still formed against your will, and they were quick to stream down your cheeks.

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"Where..." you started, "Where were you...?"

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You weakly pulled away, but Yu still kept you in his grip. And you immediately took this chance to observe him all over again despite your incredibly blurry vision. It was as if those years had never passed given his features. He still had that same enchanting face, and those pretty lilac eyes that always tore away at your stress with just one glance.

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"After all this time..."

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You held his cheek and caressed it. His pale skin yielded under your touch, and the palm of your hand outlined the sharp structure of his jaw. The softness of his skin, the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes juxtaposed to his stony expression… All of it was all so familiar.

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"Why did you leave me, Yu?"

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"I'm– I'm sorry, Y/N. It wasn't my choice. If I could take it all back, I would–"

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"Why did you leave me?!"

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You burst into tears and clutched his hoodie, burying your head in his chest.

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"I thought you were dead! I– I thought that– I thought... I thought I lost you...!"

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Out of pure instinct, Yu was quick to bring you closer and tightly hold you in his arms.

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"I'm here, I'm here, okay? Nobody's dead."

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"I thought you died, Yu! I thought you were dead, I– thought you were..."

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Your sobs and nonsensical babbles continued. It was all the same repetitive questions about his well being, and more specifically, how you thought he was dead. Each sentence you managed to complete felt like another blade plunging his heart, only further drowning him in guilt.

And unfortunately for him, the only thing Yu knew to do in this situation was hold you and gently caress your back.

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"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I– I should've explained it all from the beginning. But I... didn't want to lose you if I ever did."

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He knew how stupidly soft you made him. How he'd stutter when speaking to you, and how wide his smile had gotten when you two first hugged, your arms squishing his thick white hoodie just to reach his form. The same hoodie he spent hours washing blood off of the night before.

Maybe he should've told you.

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"I thought you were dead, I– I thought... that gun, you–"

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Though you followed these loosely strung sentences with a curse, one specific word successfully pierced his bubble.

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"Gun? What gun?"

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This question seemed to bring you back as well. You pulled away, and just the sight of your red cheeks and shimmering eyes, aching with raw emotion, all of it was enough for him to understand how much this impacted you.

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"I saw that gun. N– next to that medallion." You furrowed your brow, the sun sharply highlighting your tear-stricken face. "Is that it? Are you in a gang, Yu? Is that what you couldn't tell me?!"

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"No! I– I wasn't in a gang, Y/N. It's..."

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Yu's gaze fell. Unintentionally, he instead eyed your trembling hands.

He couldn’t hide this anymore, could he?

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"I– I'm... Look, as unbelievable as this sounds, I– I was a… I was a hitman."

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"...You were what? A hitman?!"

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"Yeah. I… That’s the truth."

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You narrowed your eyes. It really was unbelievable. How could someone like him be capable of killing someone? No, not someone, but people? And for a job?! You would’ve labelled him a liar if it weren’t for that blasted gun.

Then, a name popped up in your mind, one that seemed to support this idea.

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"Iso...?"

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He went blank for a moment.

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"...That's, uh, no, that's a code name. I switched to a profession less... suffocating. That's what they call me now."

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"Ying was in on this?"

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Yu's face blanched. But quickly, he held your hand and firmly kept it in your grip.

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"She was my only way of knowing you were alive! There wasn't any– Y/N, look, none of this should've happened, I know I should've been honest from the beginning, but I didn't want you to leave if I ever told you!” His eyes darted elsewhere. “Ying wasn’t happy when she found out, but I–"

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"I’m not like her! I never would've gone anywhere! You could've been the devil and I still would've stayed because I wouldn’t have kept going if you weren’t there!” You furrowed your brow. ”But that's not the case anymore. I still love you, but I know what I deserve, Yu. I know I deserve a relationship that isn't... one-sided..."

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You suddenly choked on your words. Yet, he was quick to respond when he could.

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"But we can have that, Y/N! We can start anew, no more secrets. Nothing between us, okay? Nothing but the truth. Just, please..." he squeezed your trembling hand, "give me one more chance. I promise I'll make you the happiest woman on Earth."

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Tears began to flow once more, tracing the same path as the ones that had dried out mere seconds ago.

For a moment, your eyes slammed shut, and you used this pause to both catch your breath and comprehend the situation. It was hard to make a decision. Sure, you were unbelievably mad at everything. At Ying, at Yu, at the world, and especially those people who held Yu hostage, if his words were to be believed.

But, Hitman…? It sounded so unbelievable. Yu was just way too kind and pacifistic to commit murder. It sounded impossible.

Almost mechanically, You rested your head on his chest, lying limp as he wrapped his arms around you. The lack of aversion on your side registered as permission for him to hold you. Not that he still didn't remain incredibly cautious.

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"Happiest woman on Earth..." 

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You muttered ponderously to yourself. You were already happy. But you knew you’d be happier with him. Even after everything that happened, you missed having him by your side again. You missed his curious little questions about things you considered mundane, and that endearing look of realisation as you explained it to him…

Then, a smile lifted your lips.

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"I missed you, Yu." You hugged him back. "From now on, you’ll be honest with me. About everything."

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Being this close to him, you felt the jump in his palpitations as he registered these words.

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"I will! I will. I promise."

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You closed your eyes, allowing the familiar scent of lemons to enter your nostrils and put your mind at ease once more. The two of you stayed like this for a second. It felt like this embrace’s sole purpose was to make up for how much you two missed each other. Of course, he knew he would’ve lost a bit of his sanity had he not known about your whereabouts, but he also knew that saying that probably… Maybe it’s best to keep quiet. Thank God for Ying’s updates…

Then, his eyes shot open at the mention of the healer.

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“Hey, let’s go home. I have so much to tell you.”

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You pulled away and wiped your cheek once more, noticing the eagerness etched on his features. You nodded.

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“I’d like that.”

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With that, he held your hand and helped you stand up, and the two of you began walking away from the bridge. His thumb promptly began tracing the lines on your palm all on its own. And of course, you couldn’t help but wistfully smile at this familiar

Despite everything, you couldn’t truly hate this man, no matter how much you knew you had to. You just wanted to know how this gentle giant was supposedly a hitman.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you moved.

[thebaddiestpersontoexist]

I love them so much 🫶 I couldn’t help myself

This is only fanart, and will and does not effect the canon ship. Y/n is basically YOU. If the concept of Wangxian x Y/N/You/Reader is not your cup of tea, please block me or don’t interact. Hate comments aren’t welcomed here, and should never be welcomed to any kind of harmless post. Thank you. 😚

[prime-adeptus]

Overtime

In which you bring Sage something new to worry about.

✧ PAIRING: Sage (Wei Ling Ying) x GN!Reader

✦ CONTENT: description of blood and injury, light emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship (kind of??), possibly ooc Sage I wrote this half-asleep :,) ~0,5k words

✧ NOTES: (sighs dreamily) sage....

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Sharp, excruciating pain shot up your shoulder as you hobbled over to the infirmary. Your hand clutched against your skin, trying to stop the bleeding as best as you could. Getting hurt wasn’t exactly out of character for you — everyone knew that, but this time around, it was for less than chivalric or badass reasons.

MaxBot.

Phoenix had talked about how he and the other agents worked together to take down the bot. The smug look on his face and the way he’d nudged you with his elbow were more than enough for you to take the challenge yourself. You knew you were capable and reliable, but you wanted to do more. And what better way to do that than surpassing yourself?

At least, that was supposed to lead up to a satisfying, prideful victory, not with cuts and wounds in your body. You couldn’t help the sheepish grin on your face as your eyes met Sage’s unimpressed stare. She wasn’t surprised to see you in the infirmary anymore. She’d gone from “sit down, I’ll take care of you” to “what happened this time?” in just a few weeks.

Blood dripped down the floor. You trudged to the linen cot and shakily sat down, the pain intensifying at the strenuous movement. Sage was already on it; her hands hovered above your wound and glowed, slowly but surely mending your layers of flesh back together.

“Sorry,” you blurted out. “I know I said I’d be careful, but uh… That bot was stronger than me.”

She pursed her lips. “And did you tell anyone you were using the training range?”

“I told Brim.”

She stared at you in silence. Your bottom lip jutted into a pout as you shrunk away, feeling too exposed in her watchful gaze.

“Okay, maybe I didn’t,” you admitted, cheeks burning from embarrassment at being caught red-handed. “But I was sure I’d make it!”

The pain alleviated, leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation as your wounds healed and closed up. You grimaced at your blood-stained clothes, already dreading having to clean them some time later.

“I swear you’re doing this on purpose,” Sage huffed, her brows furrowed. “Every day. Every day you come in with a new injury!”

“’cause I like seeing you?” you offered with an awkward smile. “Look, I’m sorry! I know you’ve told me many times to be careful, and I do try, but I’m also insanely unlucky—!”

Sage’s arms gently wrapped around your frame and pulled you close, her chest rising and falling with the deep sigh she took not long after. She cradled your head to her soft stomach, an action that had you melting into her touch as if she was washing away all of your burdens.

“Are you sure you don’t get tired of taking care of me?” you murmured unsurely after a beat of silence, insecurity settling into your nerves. “I mean, I’m here a lot. And… Well, you should be conserving your energy, right?”

She pulled away to look at you. You instinctively followed her, craving to be in her embrace again. Still, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to meet her gaze, so you kept yours trained on your lap, trying to stay as composed as you could.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” she spoke softly. “I like taking care of you.”

The corners of your lips twitched up as you looked up at her, visibly relaxed. “You promise?”

Sage huffed before squeezing your now-healed shoulder affectionately. “I do.”

[niilue]

I haven't actually seen that much sub stuff on Wewuxian

So do you currently have any thirst ideas for him?

ෆ ִ ׁ sub wei wuxian

cw; throat fucking, slapping, choking, gn neutral i guess

wei ying is the type that loves to try different and dirty things. so you shouldn't be surprised if one day he asks you to choke him and slap him while you are fucking his mouth.

what can i tell you, when he is in the act of sex, he is so lassive and insatiable.

the vulgar sounds of his throat fucking you made him roll his eyes in pleasure as saliva ran down the corner of his mouth.

wei wuxian would smile making his teeth scrape your flesh. you would kiss in disgust and grab him by the hair deepening your movements.

"you have the moistest, warmest throat i have ever known."

the man would just wink at you as he kept moving his mouth rapidly over you. his puffy red cheeks gave him a cute look and the sweat on his skin made him look like he was glowing. he was gorgeous.

when you felt at your limit and asked him to stop, he would immediately listen to you and wait for your command. "I want you to slap me while you come in my mouth."

"nhg, shut up wei ying." you would say feeling your sex throbbing furiously.

the black-haired man would approach you again and massage you without your permission, spreading kisses affectionately.

"come on love… I know you want to do it, I know you like to treat me bad." the man would say smiling at you and blowing you a kiss.

before he said anything else you would grab him by the neck and pull him closer to you. "Suck it and don't even think about complaining."

he would quickly assist by opening his mouth and taking you completely. a moan escaped from both of your mouths, you because of how warm and good his tongue felt. and wei ying… well because he loved to feel you in his mouth.

"aaahgn, nnngh,. mmmm" you could only hear the gurgling sounds of your essence mixing with wei wuxian's saliva. also your hand was still pressing on his throat and you could feel him gagging easier and it was harder for him to take it all in. your movements were brutal, you came completely out of his luscious mouth and then you came in hard.

at one point you felt the man slowly faint while you were still in the best part. you had no choice but to slap him to make him rectify. "don't even think about it, slut."

"yes master, yes, yes, yes, i am your slut."

[babygirlkpop43]

So hot 🔥

[bridgetonowheree]

young love don't always last forever...

i don't know if someone already say this but for me satosugu and wangxian are the same, two lovers, one of them chose the wrong path and dies while the other one has to mourn the loss of their soulmate, leaving a void in them... the sad thing is lan zhan got another chance even if he had to wait for 13 years playing "inquiry" over and over again and wasn't even sure if he would meet wuxian again he got another chance, satoru lost his "one and only" and the person who really understood him and that was all... be right back I'm crying over some 2d characters

please if someone knows who are the artists, to give proper credit!!!

pd: for anyone who says "oh but satoru and suguru were just friends, stop shipping them blah blah... yes yes i heard you, even with the amount of things that indicate they had something more special than just being bros if that's how you feel, good for you, but I PERSONALLY THINK that there was more in their relationship and that's my headcanon if you don't agree good 👍 now let people enjoy whatever they like if it isn't hurting anyone

[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ keeping up appearances with sage !

a/n                    I just love making up shits like this, a mini series that i am starting now and

cw for               MDNI, nsfw content, female bodied reader, clothed sex, office sex ( with door not locked ), fingering, mention of jett, (cross-posted on ao3)

your head was throbbing, the small letters and the bright lights putting a strain on both your brain and eyes as you struggled to fill out the report card for the last mission you took part in. there were some complications with killjoy’s tech that caused some problems, but you had no idea how to compose what happened in a professional manner.

you sighed heavily, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose. you couldn’t focus at all. this was a mess; you needed a good rest or something. after a few moments, you groan and slam your hands down on the desk and played with the thought of just giving up and maybe trying again tomorrow. but you were determined to get it done now so you didn't have the same headache you are having right now; you didn’t really have much else to do anyway.

"something on your mind?" the husky, seductive voice of your girlfriend, accompanied by soft footsteps and gentle touches against your shoulders. "just some paperwork I have to finish", you mumble, "need to figure out a way to describe what happened with killjoy's nano..."

"you should take a break, leave it for tomorrow." she sits beside you, placing her chin on your shoulder. "i need to at least have an idea how to write this." you sigh and lean into her touch. it helped soothe the pain away from your temples.

sage hums as her arms wrap around the middle of your torso, her hands running up and down your stomach with touches light as a feather. she kisses behind your ear gently, her breath warm against your skin. you get lost in the tingling sensation of her breath on your neck, so much so that you don't even notice her fingers pushing under the rim of your pants, playing with the button before undoing it. you let out a quiet moan when she slides her hand between your legs, running her finger against your panties slowly and lovingly. you close your eyes, allowing yourself to be consumed by the feeling.

"sage..." you breathily moan as you place your hand on top of hers, through your pants. "no complaining, no resisting." her other hand moves up to your breasts, massaging them softly and teasingly while kissing your skin sweetly. you feel her mouth open slightly, a small smile appearing on her face. you can practically hear her smirking as she continues to massage your breasts, causing you to gasp softly. "yes, just like that, baby," she whispers against your lips, and you can feel her smile grow wider at your reaction.

"the d-door...?"  you pant as you feel her fingers pick up a faster pace, pushing your panties between your pussy lips and pressing up against your clit. she chuckles lightly, her fingers now moving your panties to the side then inside you without any hesitance.

"fuck.." she mumbles as she feels your body clenching around her fingers. you throw your head back as you grab onto the edge of your desk tightly. she stops her fingers for a moment before pulling them back out of you quickly, and then thrusts herself back inside, pumping into you forcefully. you can feel the warmth spreading all over your body, a slight pressure building up inside your core. "sage…" you groan loudly, gripping the edge of the desk tighter.

 "you need to stop talking or they are gonna catch us." she says quietly, still pushing in and out of you roughly. "so i'll keep going while you try to be quiet, okay?" she asks and pumps her fingers a bit more forcefully than necessary. you feel tears springing up in your eyes and squeeze your eyes shut.

you are just about to give her an answer, or were trying to when a knock on the sliding door interrupted your train of thought.

"y/n, are you in your office?" you heard jett from the other side of the door. a little groan left you, remembering the last time she interrupted the two of you and actually caught a glimpse of you in such a compromising position. you could hardly deny that you enjoyed sharing it with someone that sage was with you in more ways than one but come on.... a little privacy? shouldn't be complaining at all though, she at least knocked this time.

"where are your manners, baobei?" sage whispers in your ear, stopping her long trust and changing it up with short, forced knuckles bumping against your exposed bundle of nerves. you shake your head, humming a no, trying to get her to just let it go and make you cum already.

"y-yes..." your voice shakes a little, but you hope the distance and the thick metal door would help hide your embarrassment from jett who probably just found you in a state of undress. sage chuckles lowly and continues. you try your best to breathe steadily and ignore the slight sting from the pain on your thighs and the fact that you felt your orgasm rising dangerously close to your surface.

"great, i was wondering of how the report was coming along for you because i am struggling big times." she laughs a little, and if her words weren't enough to make you want to bang your head against the wall, her tone definitely did. it was torture and now you couldn't even get away from the situation.

"nothing too concrete, uhm... i'm j-just packing up t-to go." you get the words out somehow with sage's lips kissing along your neck, her two fingers still hardly moving inside you. you feel the wetness dripping from your hole, and you swear you can feel her smiling against your skin.

"alright then, I'll see you at dinner." you heard the fading voice of the young agent and you let out a sigh of relief, not just because now you could be rather loud, but because it meant sage would finally give you what you really wanted. an orgasm.

your muscles contract painfully, and you grit your teeth, feeling your walls tightening around sage's fingers. you feel your eyes roll back and your knees weaken as you feel your orgasm slowly but surely approaching the point where you would explode and release everything you had inside you. you feel your body tense up at the thought, your hips jerking upwards slightly as you reach the high you were so desperate for.

"fuck s-sage, fuck ah!" you curse, head hanging low as a loud cry leaves your lips. sage takes a moment to calm you down, licking her lips in satisfaction. she pulls out of you with a smile, letting all your juices to be soaked up by your panties and pants. you first turn your head to look at her before your body follows, a lustful smirk and red cheeks greet you. she grins widely at you and wraps her arm around your neck, helping you up on the desk. you hug her tightly before sitting up straight and fixing yourself up. "good?" sage asks with a wink, and a playful smile, clearly enjoying making you squirm. you sigh deeply and nod in response as you lay your head on her shoulder, inhaling her in as you enjoy the last few moments of your orgasm.

[bloomingapricots]

Eclipsing the Sun

Updated here first at AO3

 The reader is called Dúzhě (读者) which means “reader”

Obviously, I'm trying to name the reader like Kim Dokja as I learned his name means reader

As I wrote the story, calling the reader, A-Wen, was weird to me, and given that people call each other by their full name and in third person so

9/20/23; Did some small editing

Life (here) | Destiny’s Design | Threaded Fate

Chapter One | Life

Out of all families you could have transmigrated in the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, you transmigrated as a Wen. As annoying as the Sect Leader and his sons are, you are luckily born into the Dafan Wen branch, making your position in the story a mob character and hidden from the main cast. The moment you transmigrated and gained your bearings, you already had a plan in mind for the Wens who will cause problems in the future.

“Duzhe-xiongjie[1]!” You heard someone call your name. You whipped your nose with your handkerchief before turning to see Wen Ning calling for you. “Jiejie is asking for you to join her at lunch,”

“Alright, I will head over in a moment, A-Ning,”

“Mm,” Wen Ning nodded. He glanced at your work worriedly before leaving the cave you were in. After making sure Wen Ning left, you let the blood drip from your nose.

“This Tangdi[2] and Tangjie[3] of mine is too perceptive,” you mumbled to yourself. You quickly packed up your work and hid it. Wen Qing is probably going to discuss the Cloud Recesses lecture with you, you thought as you whipped your nose again. After double-checking that your work was hidden, you left your cave to join Wen Qing and Wen Ning for lunch. You wondered if there would be a chance for you to befriend the main cast.

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Somehow you befriended Wei Ying, but at the same time, he cast his misfortune on you and now you're forced to be punished with him. At least you can have a closer look at Lan Zhan, but you awkwardly make eye contact with him each time he catches you staring blatantly at him. You are also not looking forward to the teasing from the Wen son you-forgot-the-name-of or Wen Qing scolding.

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying called out repeatedly. Normally, you would feel annoyed at becoming an invisible third wheel, but this is WangXian in front of you. It is also entertaining to analyze Lan Zhan’s facial movements. You are already wishing for this moment to last a bit longer as in the future, you hope that these two will not be too mad with your actions as you already become attached to them.

“Wen Duzhe!” Wei Ying called out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” you replied.

“It’s dinnertime.” Lan Zhan announced.

“Oh, alright,” you got up and followed the two to the dining hall. You had actually finished long ago but wanted to continue to observe the two leads. Even when you are walking behind the two as Wei Ying is walking next to Lan Zhan, chatting his ears off, they occasionally glance at you. You truly wish that this moment would last a little longer.

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“Ah” You shiver as though you have been doused in ice-cold water. You tried to stop Wei Ying from pulling on Lan Zhan’s forehead ribbon but were not only unsuccessful but the other end of Lan Zhen’s ribbon got tangled in your arm guard. Thus you and Wei Ying untangled Lan Zhan’s forehead ribbon with Wei Ying holding one end and your arm guard holding the other. You internally scream, oh fuck, repeatedly. Luckily, Lan Zhan was mostly mad at Wei Ying seeing as you yourself were not holding his ribbon and it took a bit for Lan Zhan to untangle his ribbon from your arm guard. “I-I’m sorry,”

“... Hm,” Lan Zhan replied, holding your wrist a bit too long.

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This is it, you thought as you walked towards Lan Zhan, Cloud Recesses burning around you.

“Wen Duzhe?” Lan Zhan questioned.

“It’s been a while, Lan Wanji,” you greeted as you stood beside him. Your cousin noticed you standing beside Lan Zhahn.

“Duzhe-er! What exactly are you doing here?” He yelled. You simply smiled at him and threw the bag you had in your hand as high as you could, then pierced it with a knife, making the bag explode. Your special powder spread everywhere and slowly your cousin and his soldiers started coughing up blood, surprising the nearby Lans and Lan Zhan. “You! Ack, what did you do!”

“Well, one should always make sure to know where their food comes from,” you replied. Lan Zhan noticed the dark look in your eyes. “Was I not even a little suspicious when I took every opportunity to be on kitchen duty?” One by one, the Wen soldiers collapse as your cousin coughed up a bloody storm. “Of course, I believe that if you do not eat the food you serve, you should not serve it at all,”

Lan Zhan watched as blood dripped from your nose and placed a hand on your back as you swayed slightly.

“Unlike you guys, I have built up resistance. My time in the medical wing was not me having a weak constitution but recovering from poisoning myself,” You collapsed on your knees as Lan Zhan followed to support you. Panting slightly, your vision slowly blackened. You did this at Yunmeng Jiang too, which allowed the Sect to come out with not too much death and Jiang Cheng not to lose his gold core. “Lan... Zhan,” you slowly turned your head as Lan Zhan positioned you so that he could cradle you.

“Wen Duzhe,” Lan Zhan replied.

“Wei… Wei Ying, you need to,” you shuddered as the poison coldly coursed through you. “Find Wei Ying,”

“Yes, I will find Wei Ying,” At Lan Zhan's confirmation to find Wei Ying, you stopped resisting. “Wen Duzhe? Wen Duzhe!”

[1] From my research to make this gender-neutral!Duzhe. 兄弟姐妹 Xiongdijiemei means “siblings'' but that is an eyeful in pinyin so I shorten it to 兄姐 xiongjie to make it “Older siblings'' plus it looks better than gejie

[2] 堂弟 Tangdi means “Younger male paternal cousin”

[3] 堂姐 Tangjie means “Older female paternal cousin”

[heirloomgem]

MDZS/Mo Dao Zu Shi

Twin Jade of Lan

Lan Zhan/Lan Wangji

Lan Huan/Lan Xichen

Twin Prides of Yunmeng

Wei Ying/Wei Wuxian

Jiang Wanyin/Jiang Cheng

Lan Clan

Lan Qiren

Lan Sizhui

Others

Jiang Fengmian

Nie Mingjue

Status: The request box is open only for the monthly one-shot voting if the characters are chosen.

[mdzsfan]

Wei Wuxian

It’s not your fault (Angst, female lan reader) Echoes of Love (angst, female Lan reader)

[caramel1mochi]

One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [6]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎ 

TW: Heavy depression, implied suicide ‎ ‎ 

Words: 5.8k ‎ 

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎ 

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.

Heya! So I planned on doing this after I finished this story, turns out the scenes were too long and I need split it in two. Anyway, while I was tidying this, I couldn't decide on who the protagonist for my next x reader should be. So I'm making a poll! I'll be posting it within the next few days. I'm REALLY leaning towards Clove, but I thought it would be better if you guys chose instead. Thanks and have a good read!

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Ying immediately rushed to her car when you shut the call and sped towards Yu’s house with only a coat to keep her warm.

Her neighbourhood’s location didn’t allow the haze to obscure too much of the residents’ vision. It was a good amount, but not debilitatingly blinding like your area unfortunately was.

And to her relief, the storm had abated by the time she had finally arrived at Yu’s house. For a moment, she was led to believe that you weren’t there yet, but all of that hope quickly dissipated once she saw faint footsteps imprinted on the thick snow just in front of her. Even with the storm that was still ongoing at the time, the rapid snowflakes weren’t falling fast enough to fully cover them.

This let her know you arrived way before her, all in the middle of a blizzard.

Ying slowly stepped out of her car and hugged herself in an effort to keep herself safe from the cold. It wasn’t much, and she wasn’t exactly built to stay warm with just her hands, but it was the best she could do at the moment.

She took out her spare keys and scrambled to open the front door, all while struggling to ignore the stinging cold temperature of the handle she so desperately pulled on. With one final click, the door swung open, and she was swiftly allowed an entrance to a house as lifeless and miserable as the atmosphere that engulfed her. With a deep breath, she rushed right through, swallowing all her fears with her.

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Everything was dark; the air was heavy… It all felt so constricted and suffocating. The windows were shut, and the lingering smog and rapid snowfall effortlessly blocked any sun rays from entering. But despite all of this, the house still felt unbearably cold from the inside. That, and there was still a considerable amount of misplaced light coming from... Her eyes promptly fell on the source, and it didn’t take long for her to come to her own conclusion.

The doors to the backyard were ajar, and this freely let in the cold and the snow without concern for the consequences. It was easy to tell that you pulled them open and rushed outside as fast as you could.

A sigh escaped her, and she moved through the vast yet smothering living room.

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“Y/N?”

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She called out, the echo of her voice only forcing her to outline the shakiness of it, how concerned she was. Even her muffled steps weren’t spared from the mocking reverberation around her as she slowly marched towards the double doors. And with each step, the higher the possibility was that you had died. Hypothermia at the absolute best. But at worst? Even if it logically made sense, she wanted to do anything but consider it.

It didn't take long for her to finally arrive in front of the two doors, her bare fingers slowly wrapping around the handle.

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“Y/N, are you out here?”

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Ying asked sheepishly as she pulled it wide open. But immediately, she fell into silence at the sight.

In front of her were the very trees that were so lively and vivid just a few weeks ago. Their hypnotisingly green leaves, and especially the white flowers she found so pretty. All of it was missing; it was violently ripped off with little regard. Now, the only thing all of the dead branches were capable of lifting was the very snow that killed it, all signs of life having scattered within mere hours.

There were no flowers. There were no leaves. All that remained was the filthy aroma of death and a few lemons that swung hopelessly in the wind, all dangling under the mercy of the second incoming blizzard. Only one more push from the merciless winds was all it took for them to disappear as well.

Ying's eyes then fell on your figure. You were on your knees, not too far away from the decaying trees you were facing, hands on your lap, shoulders slumped, silent, and... unmoving. Still like a statue. It's not that she wasn't beyond grateful that you were alive; she absolutely was, but this... this stasis, so to speak, immediately flooded her with concern.

At least when Yu was in a state somewhat similar to yours, Ying could tell that he was alive. You looked no different from a dead body.

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“Are… Are you okay…?”

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Ying slowly moved down the steps concealed by snow, her feet digging through inches upon inches of it before finally reaching solid ground. You had already processed her presence by the time she got close.

But even as she placed one hand on your shoulder, you didn't react. You couldn’t. Once she leaned closer for a better look, only now could Ying just barely dig out the empty expression on your face through the small openings in your pitch-black hair. The pure, unalloyed sense of detachment etched on your features, and that dreadful empty glare. Even though it was quite a laughable expectation considering who you were, she had assumed there would be tears, or… for you to scream, something like that. Somehow, this was much, much worse.

She stopped and knelt right beside you, unsure how to ease your sorrows after such a loss. Not when you were so silent and gave her absolutely nothing to work with.

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"Y/N, I'm– I’m so sorry..."

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Ying earned naught of a response from you.

You didn’t bother to note just how stiff and numb the tips of your fingers felt. It could be bloody frostbite for all you care, but that did little to shift your concerns. It was nothing in the face of what had just happened. It was hard to convince yourself not to chop down all of the trees again and call it quits. Drop gardening and rot in bed all day. Just like last time.

It took you years to build up the courage to plant again, let alone enter your dead boyfriend's house and spend more than two minutes there. Just a few years ago, the thought of your parents' and Yu's favourite fruits would nauseate you.

You thought you had come so far, only for this to happen. And in your mind, there was one concept that had now become clear. Everything you ever work for, everything that could ever make you happy, winter will be there to wash it all away in the blink of an eye… for no reason. So really, why bother? You mused to yourself, ignorant to the snow that surrounded your now-numb legs. Why bother plucking the last few lemons that dangled from the branches? They'd rot anyway. Or something would be wrong with them. Infested with some fungal disease you missed, probably. They'd wither away like everything else.

Your parents, Yu, and now this.

You felt all of the misery that used to swim in your mind return. And in this situation, it was the only thing that felt familiar. The familiarity of the heaviness in your body that would prevent you from moving, and the familiarity of vehemently refusing to see a tomorrow if Yu wasn't within your vicinity. The familiarity of depending on others for a better state of mind.

…

Ugh. 

Ying flinched once you stood up all of a sudden and moved forward. She immediately followed your lead, placing one hand on your shoulder to stop you.

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"What are you doing?"

‎ ‎

"I'm taking those lemons."

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"What? No, it's too dangerous. Let's just head back inside, I–"

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"Go inside– are you kidding? So I can mope when the blizzard inevitably takes it all away? I'm not going to do that anymore."

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“Y/N, it’s too dangerous!”

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You ignored her.

But just as you took a step away, you felt a firm hold on your wrist that forced you to cut your path short. You angrily met Ying's gaze in response, but she was quick to speak before you could.

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"Listen to me! We can wait for the blizzard to pass, plant another tree, and start all over again. Anything. Please just listen to me, Y/N. This is suicide!"

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"I've had enough of this! I'm not going to be passive anymore! Don't you dare drag me down!"

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She furrowed her brow.

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“These trees can die, Y/N, we can always plant another; but what if something happens to you?!”

‎ ‎

“Let go of me! You’re wasting your breath.”

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You attempted to pull away, but Ying kept you firmly in her hold. So much so, you were sure she could cut off your circulation with a bit more pressure. Since when was she this strong?

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"I understand that winter took everything from you and put you in depression. But, please, don't let it take you away as well!"

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"Winter didn't put me in anything, Ying. I let winter do this to me." You clenched your fist. "And I'm fed up with it! I don't want to be happy because Yu is with me, or because the trees are still standing, or– or because of something else, I want to be happy because I want what’s best for me!" 

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You narrowed your eyes. 

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"I finally care about the woman I see in the mirror, Ying. And winter can take that when I'm six feet under!"

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With her mind overwhelmed, you managed to escape her grasp in the midst of your words. And immediately, you took your chance and moved towards the trees. Ying, in panic, called out for you,

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"Wait, wait I–" she quickly followed, "let me help you, okay? Let me help you."

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Her hand was placed on your shoulder instead. And immediately, this forced you to stop as you looked at her once more.

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"Your determination is admirable, Y/N. And... if you're so adamant about this, then I'd like to support you in the process."

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You stared at her for a few prolonged seconds, attempting to deduce whether or not she was serious. And she was. Ying, the woman who undeniably had more of an incentive to stay alive, desired to help you under the threat of another blizzard.

Once this realisation dawned on you, a weak smile played on your lips.

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"Thank you, Ying."

‎ ‎

She met you with a smile a lot wider and more natural than yours. Then, with a subtle gesture, both of you moved towards the trees and aimed to pluck the last few remaining lemons and make sure you used them to their absolute fullest potential.

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Six trees were planted, and you only managed to harvest about thirteen Meyer lemons. Which was embarrassing, since you would've usually come back with no less than six baskets stuffed with the golden fruit if it weren't for the blizzard. The urge to call it a pitiful harvest and toss it all perked up, but doing that would be giving in and crawling back to the prison of misery you tried too hard to escape from. You were so close. You couldn’t give up now.

The doors were slammed shut behind the two of you, and you quickly set down the mostly-empty basket. But before you could recount them, the gloves you wore were forcefully snatched away from you, and Ying immediately took your hands in hers.

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"Look at how blue your fingers are! Any longer, and you could have these amputated."

‎ ‎

Her soft fingers intertwined with yours. And somehow, the longer she kept this embrace still, the weaker the blue tint would be. Warmth shortly began enveloping your hands.

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"Ying, is there any reason for this?"

‎ ‎

"For what?"

‎ ‎

You used your eyes to point at what she was doing. And as per usual, it took her a moment to realise what you meant, a titter escaping her once she finally caught on.

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"Oh, the– uhh, the warmth from my hands, it– it helps, that is all."

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You stared at her with a raised eyebrow, accompanied by an unamused expression. That's one magically warm hand, you mulled whilst the blood returned to your fingers. But you were too exhausted to actually make that comment. And instead, you opted to wait for her until she was done holding you.

It only took a few extra seconds until Ying allowed you to finally pull your hands away. And once you did, you squeezed your index finger, taking in the sensation of being able to feel your limbs again. Thankfully, the heaviness was gone... both physically and mentally.

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"Thank you, Ying. This should make things easier–"

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The words were lodged in your throat once Ying suddenly forced you into a tight hug.

A sigh escaped her, almost as if the two of you had just escaped a life-threatening situation. Maybe to her, sure, but it didn’t really matter to you.

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"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. You've come so far." She pulled away. "I– I don't condone you risking your life, and please, never, ever do this again, but I commend you on your bravery."

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"Thank you...?"

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"Oh! I almost forgot, are you free this March?"

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You were confused about how to feel about her compliments, but this question, combined with the whiplash, was all it took for you to completely forget about what she said. Besides, how many times has she asked this now?

But, to be fair, she never really received a direct answer from you. From what you remembered, anyway.

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"Yes, I am. What is it with you and March?"

‎ ‎

"That's because we're visiting Yu's grandmother in the spring!"

‎ ‎

"Spring? But the lemons–"

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"We'll bake them into lemon bars! Something with a texture so soft, it’ll be exactly like biting into a sweet cloud! What do you think?"

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She inadvertently held and squeezed both of your hands to emphasise her words. And by God, you couldn't help but smile at her excitement. Even you couldn’t deny how cute it was to see her like this.

You escaped her grasp and held her wrist instead, moving down the dark corridor so you could lead her to the kitchen.

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"I'm sure she'll love it, Ying."

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With a beaming smile, your boss quickly snatched the basket on the way and continued following you. You could tell by the grin on her face that she was daydreaming about the day you'd both finally take the train to Yu's grandma again, to visit her after so long. And, admittedly, you couldn't help but do the same.

March is definitely going to be a fun month when it finally comes around. Besides, Yu’s grandmother always preferred softer foods, didn’t she? If, again, your memory served you correctly.

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❤ฺ·。

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Winter, two years ago.

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Why don't you just break up with him?

Seriously, what was the point of any of this? The stress of dating a man who shamelessly kept so many secrets from you? Honesty is supposed to be one of the pillars of a relationship, isn't it? And yet, it was nowhere to be seen in this one.

That's what ran through your mind for an entire day.

You've been dating Yu for a while now, and it felt like your relationship had been progressing at an adequate rate. He showed you many details about his life, including his house… but he refused to even disclose who the woman in the picture was. And this time, as opposed to how patient you've been for the past few years you've been dating him, you saw red.

Why didn’t he tell you about her? What did he have to hide? Was there something you just weren’t meant to know?

But... you stayed quiet. You acted like nothing was wrong for the rest of the day. The anger instead built up until it spilt at work the next day, and your co-workers had the pleasure of hearing about the turmoil in your seemingly peaceful relationship for the first time. So they planted a few ideas in your head. 

And you believed them. In fact, no, you didn't just believe them, you also began adding on to them once your shift was over.

He didn't tell you who the woman in the picture was; he didn't tell you who his parents were; how he managed to buy a whole house at the age of fifteen (oh, but apparently his grandmother 'helped him'); and he didn't even tell you why he had to be so tight-lipped or why his bloody eyes were purple.

What reason did you have to believe that Yu loved you in the first place? That he wasn't some sort of– actually, no, what if he also had other women on the side? You knew that someone with a figure like that would be able to make any girl swoon over him if only he ditched those massive hoodies. 

But it worked. It fooled you, of all people.

These thoughts, unchecked, started growing in your mind until they formed practically a whirlwind, one that only grew at the sight of Yu, who was ready to escort you back home for the day. You were a ticking time bomb at this point, ready to explode at him should he make the mistake of saying one wrong word.

You were still grieving your parents. You had many more things to be worried about than some two-faced snake. So why–

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"Y/N?"

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"What?"

‎ ‎

He was caught off-guard by your aggressive tone.

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"Are you... okay?"

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He couldn't help but notice just how quiet you were during your whole journey back home.

Your gloominess wasn't anything new by any means. But this misplaced wrath definitely was. He could tell that, just by the way you carried yourself, the heaviness in your steps, your furrowed brows, and your clenched fists, something was wrong. Very wrong.

You averted your gaze to the mounds of snow obscuring the road instead.

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"Yes."

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The atmosphere was unbearably still. But, nevertheless, the two of you moved through it for a few more elongated seconds. And, to Yu, it felt like walking through an ocean of honey. Sans the sweetness of the liquid, much to his misfortune.

The only thing that broke the tension was the chirping of a few nearby crickets, the clicks of both of your boots, and the loud thoughts that gnawed at your mind.

His soft voice felt like such a farce. A mask he put on. It explained a lot, too, especially why his expression was usually blank, and his eyes were the only emotive parts of his face. Sure, it somewhat mirrored yours, but at least you were open about how much you loathed living.

He placed one hand on your shoulder, only further angering you.

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"Hey, why can't you tell me what's bothering you?"

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"What then?"

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...

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"What do you mean?"

‎ ‎

"What would you do if I told you?"

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"I'll... uh, I'll do my best to fix it. Whatever it is."

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You sighed and instead stuffed your hands inside your deep pockets. Your fingers brushed up against the earbuds he lent you the night before, the same ones you had completely forgotten about until now.

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"We'll talk at home."

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His heart skipped a few beats at this statement, but you didn’t pay him any mind.

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“I need water. I’m stopping by a store.”

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You said. And Yu was quick to pick up on how you phrased that sentence. Nevertheless, he averted his gaze, pulling up the collar so it could conceal the lower portion of his face.

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“Okay.”

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That was all he said before the two of you fell back into silence.

This neighbourhood was incredibly shady. The buildings themselves were coming apart, and the sidewalk was so disjointed that you were sure an earthquake must’ve occurred that they couldn’t be bothered to fix. Not only that, but the two of you were alone. But at least Yu had a large enough silhouette to scare off anyone.

Whatever. Getting out of here was the one thing you needed to do right after getting your drink.

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You entered the one store that was open– well, you were lucky you even found a store to begin with. But just as you thought you could feel safe, the bulletproof glass with the bullet lodged in it worried you.

Only two people were here. A young cashier and a customer wearing all black, muttering stuff to him. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, looked you up and down, then went back to his conversation. Weird, you mused, but you quickly brushed it off and instead marched towards the aisles.

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“I’ll wait for you here.”

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You responded to your boyfriend with a hum before disappearing into the crisps section. Not that it concerned you too much. Besides, the cashier was there.

You suddenly remembered the argument from yesterday as you continued searching. The thought of breaking up with him was just so seductive at this point. Really, what was the difference between him and the men who’d say anything to please you?

You stopped by where the juices were stocked. Only a foot away, and you’d find exactly what you needed. But you instead took out the earbuds in your pockets. Your fingers tightly wrapped around the case, your thumb successfully concealing the logo. Breaking up with him would ruin a ton of things for you. But it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Okay. That was it. You’d do it.

‘We’re done.’, that’s what you’d tell him when you see him outside the store. You’d give him the earbuds, break it off, and go back home. Nothing personal, but you weren’t a doormat who was going to take this treatment.

A sigh escaped you.

Then, you pocketed the earbuds, grabbed a water bottle, and moved towards the cashier.

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You emerged from the stocked aisles with your boyfriend’s name at the tip of your tongue. However, you weren’t met with him loitering around the automatic sliding doors like you expected. In fact, the entire area was empty, both inside and outside.

He was… gone.

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“Yu?”

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You audibly called out, but you earned nothing more than your echo in response. Where the heck was he? There’s no way he’d leave you alone in an incredibly dangerous neighbourhood like this.

You quickly moved towards an area that would give you a clear view of each and every aisle. And as you slowly walked across the store to observe every single one, you still couldn’t find him. Actually, you couldn’t find anyone aside from the cashier, who gave you a weird look whilst you paced around.

Maybe he was in the bathroom? No… this store was way too small to have a bathroom. But what if he was outside?

Yes, you’d check there, and call him if you couldn’t find him.

With this plan in mind, you stepped through the doors with your bag tightly clutched in your hand, and stepped towards the sidewalk, careful not to stray too far away from the entrance. You turned your head left and right, but all you were met with were the rows of streetlights that prevented the pitch-black darkness from swallowing you. And… your heart dropped to your chest.

Where was he?! He couldn’t have left. He just couldn’t.

With no time to waste, you took out your phone and rapidly began texting him, moving back through the doors and entering the store once more. It was a struggle to type out any comprehensible words, what with how shaky your hands were.

You texted and texted. But a response was naught. Your eyes widened, and you clutched your phone with unfathomable tightness.

There’s no way Yu would leave you out here alone, right? Even with the animosity between you, this could mean life or death. You could be hurt out here, what on Earth was wrong with him?

It’s okay. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. Maybe he just left for something. Maybe he just took a quick stroll since you took a while to pay? Maybe he’ll be back. He’ll be back. Or maybe your coworkers were right. Maybe he realised you were flirting with the idea of a breakup and decided that this was his act of revenge.

You heaved a sigh.

This was it, huh? Just like that? You should’ve expected him to take the coward’s way out.

Just as you slid your phone back in your pocket and went further inside the store, however, you huffed once you bumped into someone. All relief immediately dissipated the moment you looked up.

It was that scruffy-looking man from earlier, the one who was talking to the cashier. He stood in front of you. Uncomfortably close, and seemingly eager to block you from further entering the store past the sliding doors. You couldn’t help but notice how everything on his body was jet black.

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“Hey.”

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Terror immediately coursed through you as you took a step back. Your phone was promptly shoved back in your bag and swiftly zipped up, however.

Why was he still here? You thought he’d left by the time you went to check-out on account of his sudden disappearance. Apparently not…

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“It’s rude not to say it back to me.”

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“…Hey.”

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His ‘greeting’ was anything but friendly.

And if that wasn’t enough for him, it was impossible not to notice that he also had one hand deep inside the pockets of his hoodie. Crap. 

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“I… need to go.”

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You immediately stepped to the side, but he swiftly moved in front of you.

‎ ‎

“You don’t wanna talk to me?”

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“I’m– I’m in a hurry, I need to…”

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“Don’t be like that. All I need is somethin’ quick.”

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You just couldn’t get to the cashier, not when he kept stopping in front of you and blocking your path. What was worse was that his hand kept digging deeper and deeper into his pocket. And for the love of everything holy, you couldn’t find your voice to tell him off. Then, he lifted his chin to look down on you.

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“Your headphones look sick. Let me see them.”

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“Headphones…?”

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Your heart jumped out of your chest once you saw a gun emerge from his pockets, and he took a few steps closer to you, forcing you to back up again. You were unintentionally pushed out of the store and into the empty streets.

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“Don’t play dumb with me, woman! It’s in your pocket!”

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He shouted as he kept rushing towards you.

But your back suddenly pressed up against a large pole, and escape seemed hopeless in a place like this. There was nobody around. Not even cars that sped down the road. And even if you tried to run or scream, you were sure he’d gun you down before you’d get anywhere.

So you immediately lifted your hands in surrender.

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“Okay! I– I’ll give it to you!”

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“Good!”

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He pointed his weapon at you as you struggled to dig your hands into your pockets. But even here, you could tell he scrutinised you as if you were a mannequin dressed in apparel he really wanted to purchase. He snatched the earbuds once you held them out for him, but he used his chin to point at what you didn’t realise was your neck.

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“Hand me that sweet scarf while you’re at it.”

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He promptly pocketed the device.

This demand only further engulfed you in panic. But that’s not where it ended, he very clearly continued observing you for anything else he wanted. You were okay with handing him your belongings; it wasn’t worth losing your life because you were too stubborn to do so. But those earbuds were Yu’s. Not yours. Nevertheless, without second thought, you clutched the scarf on your neck with both hands and fumbled to rip it off.

An arm shot out from behind the robber and promptly wrapped itself around his neck. The grip was then firmly tightened to an impossible degree. His gun dropped with an audible clank as the robber desperately clawed at the figure’s considerably large arms in a vain attempt to free himself. It only took a few seconds for his movements to stop.

Then, he was dropped to the ground, revealing a very familiar figure behind him.

You didn’t get a good look at his unmoving body or said figure, however, not when you were forcefully pulled close and tightly held in the man’s arms. The scent of lemons swiftly invaded your mind. Somehow, it successfully pulled you out of your state of panic, and you leaned into his comforting touch.

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“Did he hurt you? Are you okay?”

‎ ‎

Yu’s voice was such a soft juxtaposition to the harsh silence he cut through. It was as if all the fury you felt towards him melted, all within a picosecond.

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“I’m… I’m fine…“

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He placed one hand on the back of your head and brought you closer to himself.

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“I– I should’ve known they would’ve pulled something like that.”

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“Was he…”

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“I left to throw something; the cashier wasted my time. Stopped me from going back.”

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The petrifying shock seemed to have seeped through the both of you, judging by how quiet and flat his voice sounded. But you were more shocked at what he’d done to the man. You couldn’t even peer through his thick hoodie, which obscured your vision, since he held you so tightly against it.

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“Is he– Yu, did you kill him?!”

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“He’s fine.”

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Yu held your wrist.

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“Come on. Let’s go.”

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He walked you a few steps, far enough for you to be unable to look back. Not only that, but he used his size to his advantage to block you from seeing the criminal’s unmoving body as he moved further down the sidewalk.

Then he placed both hands on your shoulders, now able to meet your gaze more clearly. He couldn’t help but notice just how blanched your face was.

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“Did he take anything?”

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“Only your headphones…”

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You muttered, and he nodded in response.

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“Stay here. I’ll be fast.”

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He pushed you out of sight for good measure, before moving back down the path you both marched on. And you immediately hid your face in your hands.

Your voice was beyond shaky, and you could hardly understand what on Earth had just happened as sweat dripped down your chin. You weren’t sure where Yu came from. Was it from inside the store? If so, how could you not have noticed the doors slamming shut? But… Your brain hyper-focused the robber. Especially how he writhed like a bug as Yu mercilessly choked him.

Being so caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t even realised your boyfriend had returned with the earbuds until he placed one hand on your shoulder.

You hesitantly looked up. But this time, Yu could see something awry in your expression. Concern. Directed at him.

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“Did you… kill him?”

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“I only knocked him out.”

‎ ‎

“But how? How did you know how to…”

‎ ‎

“I… I didn’t. I acted on instinct.”

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“Are you kidding? You knew what you were doing back there! Are you trained in self-defence?!”

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Yu... wasn't sure how to respond to this.

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“It’s just the adrenaline, I–”

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“I can’t believe it. You could’ve run away; you could’ve saved yourself. Yet you…”

‎ ‎

“Run away? What– why would I leave you?”

‎ ‎

“I don’t know, it… I assumed you’d pull something like that…”

‎ ‎

“Why would you think that about me?!” 

‎ ‎

You paused for a second.

‎ ‎

“I– I don’t know.”

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“Y/N, please, tell me, did I hurt you? Did I make you upset? I– why would you think that I’d leave you in a place like this?!” Yu shook his head. “Something’s been bothering you since yesterday, right? Please, just tell me what it is; I’ll fix it. Whatever it is, I'll do everything I can to make it right, I–”

‎ ‎

As he spoke, you zoned out and instead observed him. The worry etched on his typically vacant features and that glimmer in his eyes that screamed shock as he tried to grapple with the very concept of upsetting you. He was terrified at the prospect of losing you. Very obviously terrified.

Your thought process was interrupted when he cupped your cheeks in his hands. He held onto you as if you could disappear any second, like some kind of fleeting spirit.

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“I could’ve lost you, Y/N. Something could’ve happened to you…”

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You blankly stared at him for what felt like a few minutes. His words went in one ear and out the other, and all you could focus on was what Yu did to the robber. He choked him. Knocked him out in seconds. This man, the very man who seemed troubled at the sight of the mauled corpse of a pigeon a few years back. You remembered that moment too. You were walking home, and he… saw it. On the side of the road.

…

You didn’t bother fighting the smile that played on your lips. Then, this smile morphed into a grin, and the grin morphed into misplaced giggling. You began laughing. Loudly. 

Yu blinked.

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“I thought you left,” you said in between gasps of air, “I thought you deserted me. I thought you wouldn’t come back! Can you believe it?”

‎ ‎

He watched you wipe away a tear as you continued,

‎ ‎

“But you knocked him out. He had a gun, Yu. Did you know that? He could’ve killed you. You could’ve died because of me!”

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“Why–”

‎ ‎

Yu flinched once you clutched his wrists and forced them away from yourself. 

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“Because of those secrets. I thought you had other women on the side. And you know what? I knew you were gone the moment he pulled that gun on me.”

‎ ‎

His eyes widened.

‎ ‎

“I was wrong. I was so wrong. You care about me, don’t you?”

‎ ‎

“Of course I care… What kind of question is that?”

‎ ‎

That answer was just as instinctual as his actions back in that alley. And it wasn’t hard to tell that he spoke without thought, his dull tone screamed his intentions behind those words. And you were delighted to hear this.

Yu flinched when you pulled him into a hug, your head buried in his chest.

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“Then I’d be the stupidest woman on Earth if I left.”

‎ ‎

For a few seconds, he stared unresponsively at the brick wall in front of him.

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“Oh– I…”

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He looked down.

Although he needed a few seconds to realise it, Yu finally rested his hands on your back and gently returned the hug. It would take him longer than a few minutes to comprehend most of what you just said. Heck, it took a moment for Yu to even realise you had forgiven him, let alone the fact you pulled him into an embrace. And it felt… like the knot in his stomach had disappeared.

Once he had finally stopped mulling over your random laughter, Yu couldn’t stop himself from smiling like an idiot, a tinge of red painting his previously pale cheeks.

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“Thank you.”

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He muttered.

Yu cared. He truly cared about you, you thought to yourself. Maybe those secrets were kept for a reason. Maybe… Maybe his hands really were tied. But you could wait until he was ready to share them with you, right?

Yeah, you definitely could.

[drama--universe]

Nature specialist

Requested by anonymous: Howdy-doody! How about The Untamed characters of your own choice x the reader who can interact with nature and animals? They are something like "reader's scouts", so the reader is always the first to know what is happening around them.

Pairing: Untamed boys x gn!reader

Wei Wuxian:

meeting you is a complete accident

he claims it isn't, but it was

you had gotten stuck in a trap, strung up by your foot in the air

and any helpful tool you had laid on the ground

he stumbles by and frees you from the trap

before confessing that he might be lost

and he can't retrace his steps, because all the trees look the same

his words, not yours

surprisingly, to him at least, you have no difficulty with retracing his steps

your eyes were trained on the ground, hands touching the trees and ground ever so often

but after awhile, his steps start to mix with others

a group of people, at least five of them, had crossed the same path

"were you chased?"

it was a normal question, his tracks were clearly followed for a decent distance

his smile said enough as you looked around again

a low whistle from you caused some birds to fly lower to you

one landing on your shoulder

Wuxian had no time to ask what happened as the bird flew off again and you followed

and soon enough, you stood before the town that he came from

you thanked the bird, who then promptly flew off again

and Wuxian was left in a state of shock

because it wasn't that normal for someone to just talk to birds, or at least to understand them in a way

and you just stood there, acting like it was the most normal thing out there

you better believe that he'll cling to you from then on

he basically annoys you, but you don't really mind much

will try to use your skills for stupid little things

like how to find a beautiful scenery

or to see a weird animal that he had never seen before

it definitely makes your life a bit more interesting

and it gains you a life companion

Jiang Cheng:

never did Jiang Cheng think it would be this easy

he had been chasing the same killer for at least a month now

even with the help of other clans

and yet he found nothing, always having the man slip through his fingers

so for some unknown cultivator to do it in just a day

lets just say he is not pleased

and maybe a bit angry

your explanation doesn't make it better

you can listen to nature and track with ease?

even his best trackers couldn't do it

so why would you be able to?

you prove him wrong very quick and easily

because you can easily find him following you

not even an hour into him doing so

it hurts his pride

just a bit

but enough for him to be intrigued

his first thought is to recruit you in a way

but you quickly decline it

before offering to just help him if needed

he calls for you a few times

and every time you finish the job in a day

and every time he is even more impressed

he doesn't really know why

it's not that special

(that's his denial, btw)

soon enough, he calls you up for other things

dinner, a weirdly "important" question or just to talk

you don't bother asking why, he won't answer anyways

but the small smile on his face said enough

Jin Zixuan:

it is pure coincidence that you meet

although his life isn't bad, sometimes Jin Zixuan just ran off into the woods to be alone

and normally it works

until today, where you are also present

sitting by the lake and staring ahead

he pauses for a second, but you turn around anyway and greet him

before apologizing and saying that you didn't realize it was already time for him to come around

with a short mumble that he wasn't usually here on this day of the week

"Why do you know my schedule?"

he's a bit annoyed

you just shrug as you point at the formed path that he had created with his countless visits

but that doesn't explain how you know the days

but you have an explanation for that as well

because anyone can spot whether the ground is still soft from fresh spots or hard from being dry

nonetheless, you get up and ready to leave

and he is left alone again to ponder

you return a few days later

surprised to see him once again, you turn to leave once more

you are stopped when you notice him sleeping

you might not be from Lanling (or anywhere specific to begin with), but you knew his status all too well

thus, leaving him alone while he was asleep was a bit...

mean?

so you sat next to him at arms length, staring at the water

Zixuan awoke not much later

your attention is not on him

rather on the koi fish at your feet

talking in soft whispers as you softly petted them with your finger

Zixuan just stares at you, flinching when you turned your head his way

you give him a short smile before getting up, bowing your head again before turning to leave

his short protest brings you back to sit beside him

and the fish surround your feet once again

which prompts Zixuan to ask why

you just say that it is a gift of yours, nothing else

he doesn't really like the answer and he makes this known

but you don't falter, unlike most

so to get what he wants, he demands you to come over to the spot every day

you don't dare to refuse his request

Wen Ning:

Wen Ning often found himself in the forest, hiding from society that shamed him for being how he was

not a warrior, but rather someone who just preferred peace and quiet

and preferably not too much social interaction

his usual path was blocked this time, however

by a person he had never seen before

"you should wait awhile, there's a herd coming through"

you spoke and Wen Ning frowned slightly, confused by your statement

it was quickly explained as a herd of red deer ran by

you didn't flinch or move away from their path

once the deer were gone, you moved again and walked down the same path as Wen Ning

he awkwardly trails behind you, fumbling with his robes

his awkwardness is quick to dissapear, however, as a cute little animal hopped your way

big eyes staring up at you before climbing up your extended arm

it sits on your shoulder, hiding behind your hair as it stared at Wen Ning

"you can pet him if you want. He's just a bit shy."

Wen Ning gets closer and extends his hand, lighting up when the creature actually acknowledges him

then it runs off again, just as quick as it came

Wen Ning wonders if it was your pet

but you shake your head when he asks

you stopped by a pond, staring straight ahead of you into the water

Wen Ning gets closer to the water as well, wanting to sit down in front of the water

he quickly jumps back again when he's met with two yellow eyes of an alligator

but once again, he is fascinated with how it approaches you with care before nestling in your arms

his curiosity wins and he approaches

with care of course

crouches and just stares

listens carefully as you start talking, kind enough to explain what was happening

Wen Ning later choses to sit as he listens to you

with his typical shy smile as the animals approached him as well

his fascination goes to you as well

and when he opens up, you should expect a lot of questions