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iluvsang-recs · 1 year ago

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bAI I CANT- I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE. IM- IM SO ANGRY YOU ARE SO TALENTED LIKE WTF WHO SAID YOU COULD BE SO TALENTED WHY IS THAT ALLOWED HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING I CANNOT. I ALWAYS AM SO BLOWN AWAY BY YOU THIS IS A LITERAL MASTERPIECE SDFJHSLJDF AAAA OH MY GODDDD. i cannot i can't your imagery is INSANE your storytelling? INCREDIBLE. the way you paint a picture both of the physical surroundings which really just brings the story alive but also the picture of feelings and emotions AND GOD I JUST KEEP GETTING WOWED OVER AND OVER AGAIN !! the descriptions when yeosang first walked into the shop--STUNNING. and i loveeee the contrast of him being the sun god but wearing all black idk i just loved that detail and YEAH OH MY GOD that's a huge thing in your writing that i really admire is your attention to detail. THE MELON BREAD I LOVED THAT REFERENCE SO MUCHHHHH AAAAAAA SO SO SO MUCH.

"The coolness of the morning before dawn never felt warmer as his heart swelled with your encouragement, as if the sun really did set and rise in this bakery, home to nature’s magic and the adoration that he held for the world, reflected in your eyes that caught the hints of the rising sun. Nothing could be more beautiful." AGHHHH IM SO SKHFJKSD MMMMMM TOO GOOD TOO GOOD

and then oh my god the way you so carefully crafted their dynamic and relationship, again with those little details--when reader fixes his shirt as a habit and then that switching up at the end and then turning into a kiss???? YOU SHUT UP NOW OKAY STOPPPPP

gODDDD AND THEN THE SUNCATCHER ANTIQUE WHAT A GORGEOUS GORGEOUS DETAIL

"finally understanding the true meaning of sunkissed." OH YOU DID NOT YOU DIDNT OH MY GOD THIS LINE HAD ME ON THE FLOORRRR ON THE FLOOR !!!! and then the closing while the reconciling of the whole mortal immortal thing that just hurts a little bit despite how genuinely pure and true the love between them is. and even then the ending just felt so so so hopeful and pure. and god the love and care that yeosang holds is just too too sweet and you did the loveliest job of portraying it.

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🌅 pairing: sun god!yeosang x gn!baker!reader 🌅 genre: fluff, fantasy, soulmates, studio ghibli-coded 🌅 summary: when yeosang opens the door to your bakery, and a new chapter of your life begins, you cannot help but feel as though you had met before; yeosang is elated to relive every sunrise and sunset, and fall in love with you again. 🌅 wordcount: 5.4k 🌅 warnings/tags: solo edit, food/eating/making food, destiny talk, discussion of time, discussion of deities/olympus, kiki's delivery service-inspired setting, multiple lives, mortal/immortal, summer fantasy, seaside town, baker's assistant yeosang, his precious self, (not quite) strangers to lovers, falling in love again... and again, waiting for love, sun magic, mention of lacking sleep 🌅 a/n: when i say i listened to the playlist on loop, i mean it. this yeosang is dear to me, as is time, the sun, and the cusp of spring and summer, bringing transformation. this fic is also an early celebration of yeosang, our beautiful, talented malberman~ I hope you enjoy, love you, any and all reblogs, comments, asks and notes appreciated!

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Once upon a time, on a day when the weather forecast had promised, and the grim steely clouds delivered ceaseless downpours, and you were stuck inside watching rain turn window views into a hazy blur and scare away any potential customers with its ferocity, the sun, cautiously, with a bashful grin on his face, apple cheeks and a boundless kindhearted disposition hinted in every gesture, entered your store.

Raven locks, slightly curled and framing his heaven-sculpted face, inquisitive eyes that were a complex painting, an entrancing shade of grey - one which, much to your surprise, you were fond of, unlike the endless expanse of rain summoners hanging above your shop. You attempted to regard him like you would any other customer, but stopped on your tracks, barely finding the counter with your hands as his form became the sole focus of your vision. It was as though the rain had purposefully passed him by, left an avenue just for him to enter the bakery and keep his leather dress shoes and black outfit pristine, the man crowned by a lucky spotlight. As the young man fumbled for a way to proceed, you wondered if he was a ray of sun himself and that was how he stayed dry in that torrential catastrophe. Forcing your mouth into a more amiable shape than blatant gaping, you returned his shy smile and inquired whether there was anything in particular that he was looking for - after all, if the man was in your store, and managed to expertly dodge what had to be the worst rainfall in a decade, he had to be determined to buy something, anything. Silently, you were hoping that even if he were a passing face, that he could keep your business, and you, afloat.

You left him a moment to ponder and watched him amble towards the counter. This allowed you to study his features at proximity, with bated breath as he leaned towards the glass display and looked at some of the pastries. The drifting of a couple of unruly strands as he lowered his head revealed the hints of a birthmark, a rosy pink blossom on the left side of the beautiful man’s face. Delicate, elegant. You looked away in an effort to appear more professional than usual for the sake of first impressions - you were not sure why this particular man had inspired the urge within you, seeing as you were so used to serving only locals and speaking in an array of neighbourhood inside jokes that you would think any newcomer would instead inspire callousness and aloof behaviour. But the unmistakable warmth emanating from him, the soothing balm of a brighter day that he appeared to carry made you want to grow closer, aim higher, beam instead of scowling.

He caught you as you were smoothing your apron, your break in attentiveness allowing his gaze to travel over you the same way that yours had done when he had crossed the barrier into the delicious safe haven from the atrocious weather that he had to schedule - unbeknownst to the residents of the town, he had actually negotiated to carve a few more sunny days, more days for him to search. It was rare, for someone like him, to stumble across little paradises. After all, for the most part the planet was a blur for him, a daily task and a routine roaming that he had to carry out and maintain. The last thing that the young god needed and had to want was the experience of mortal pleasures - the responsibilities that the deity, in the form of a young man, had were drilled into him again and again, and none of them involved doing what he was doing right this second. But the calls had grown too persistent as he passed by this town, too strong to dismiss, and the sky was curtained by clouds, much to his fortune. It was not that anyone would notice if a blip in the sunlight ever happened. He knew what he needed, and he knew that it was time to achieve it.

“Um, sorry. Do you have melon pan?” the young man addressed you, his deep, dulcet tone like music to your ears. The tilt of his head as the question permeated the air, subconsciously mirrored as you broke into a series of nods, setting off to the bread rack that was located behind the counter, off to the right. Seems it was good to give into your own cravings sometimes and impulsively introduce new items to the menu.

“With cream or without?”

One thing that you would have never expected was that a sun god would make it a habit to visit you in his free time, and be it for a sweet treat or for reasons known only to him, would put on an apron and fall into your beloved routine. What the deity never expected, and remained pleasantly surprised about, was just how readily you had accepted him, and instead of obviously falsified reverence that he had grown accustomed to from mortals who were graced with knowledge of his existence, you treated him as ‘Yeo’. That was the nickname you had given him after he had introduced himself with a human name - Kang Yeosang; a key which, upon turning, made him your new friend, and he would be lying if he said he did not feel elated when you happily shouted out his name from the back of the store, instructing him to move some trays around, or asking him to help you with some bags or dishes.

If there was another heaven, it would be in the rhythm that he had rediscovered with you. In the cosy space of your bakery, Yeosang was at ease, in a tranquillity that he previously thought existed only in books and in mortal movies, in myths about eternal bliss, a paradise in the palm of one’s hand. Something that belonged to other lifetimes, other avenues that he had traversed. He thought that he was the one to have the better cards, the advantages, but it was you who had him figured out, despite his abilities, immortality and near-invincibility. After a particularly scalding hot day, the first words that you had spoken to Yeosang once he made the chimes that were hanging right above the door ring exactly at sundown, were: “you made the sun shine brilliantly today, Yeo,” leaving him awestruck. To you, it was only a matter of putting two and two together, making the man, or not quite exactly a man, into the legend that he truly was. After that, you simply delivered him a melon pan with cream, and pointed at the little table you had put out at the front of the shop, asking if you could enjoy the last of the rays together. He had happily obliged, stars in his eyes as you guided him out, balancing a jug of freshly made lemonade and a couple of glasses on a board resting

As the days grew impossibly long with the climb of the spring into the summer season, so did the opening hours of the bakery, right up until you were stretched so thin over the day that you introduced a midday closing time with a break for a few hours, much to the surprise of the locals. At the same time, it turned out to be a welcome one, seeing as with the arrival of Yeosang, the number of people coming through the green-painted door increased considerably. Of course they would never say it, but you could detect a curiosity and admiration in them as they spotted the beauty strolling around in the kitchens, and the dreamy sighs when Yeosang would peek out, and even interact with some of the customers were far too obvious to ignore. If you knew any less, you would probably find yourself jealous, but at the same time, how many people walked under the sun, day in, day out? That was what you tried to tell yourself when the crowds of students would blast past, buying up the stock on one occasion and simply loitering around on another after their gruelling hours of cram school, and the odd brave youngster would try their luck to flirt with the god. His responsive stoicism, however, dispelled any of your itching doubts, and with a couple of polite nods and a step in a direction farther and farther from whoever was his unwanted interlocutor, Yeosang returned to the rhythm.

He did not mind the visitors of the shop, nor the delivery men who brought you fresh produce and ingredients. In fact, he had made some new friends in this way. But it was when he could catch your grin, listen to your melodic laugh and feel a light playful tap on his shoulder that the light was truly brighter. Aside from the laborious maintenance of the glowing orb, patrolling his part of the world before he needed to pass it on, he was now a baker. Technically an assistant at best, but you proudly called him ‘the real deal’ when you applauded him for helping you with the brioche loaves. The coolness of the morning before dawn never felt warmer as his heart swelled with your encouragement, as if the sun really did set and rise in this bakery, home to nature’s magic and the adoration that he held for the world, reflected in your eyes that caught the hints of the rising sun. Nothing could be more beautiful.

“Good luck for today!” you chirped with excitement evident in your voice, adjusting his shirt absent-mindedly, a habit that he had allowed you to form, the few precious seconds where he could let himself imagine a timelessness with you.

“Good luck to you too, and see you this evening. We have the Summer Solstice event opening!” Yeosang answered, matching your joy. While you adjusted his collar and clapped your hands a couple of times, satisfied with the neat look, Yeosang remained more still than the verdant green trees that cast calming shadows over to the side of the shop in the early hours.

“That’s right, so you better be prepared to work the till until you become the till,” you should have known that your attempt to move the blackboard sign would be intercepted, and the deity’s arms were already guiding themselves between yours to grasp onto the wooden frame. Whispering out an apology, a light blush coating his cheeks when your fingers barely brushed as you detangled yourself from the kind intervention, Yeosang moved the elaborate logographic art onto the street in its rightful place, continuing with his encouraging ponderings:

“First day sales are about to beat all records for this beauty.”

“They better, or the seasonal specials will-”

“I can always call my friends if you’re worried.”

“So I can have Olympus in my shop?”

“Why not? Your treats are heavenly…” he trailed off, partially in disbelief at his own choice of words. Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, Yeosang decided to let the moment carry itself forward, listening to the trickling of time.

Again, the gentlest touch of your hand on his chest as a laugh escaped you, and what had struck fear in his heart dispelled to reveal a brilliant sunrise. It was always you behind those sun rays, wasn’t it? The question crept out of a deep slumber, having lied dormant for what had to have been decades, now crawling up the walls of his consciousness, melting away doubts that came with every first meeting.

“You really are too sweet. Now go, can't keep your colleagues and the world waiting.”

As you peered into his eyes, clear, bright, hopeful, you felt as though you were looking at the sky itself, admiring its infinite expanse and omniscience. An odd sensation hinted at its existence as you did not dare look away, letting yourself sink further into ever-changing blues and greys, highlighted with flickers of a mahogany flame right by the pupils. Almost as if you had seen these very eyes before, gazed into the summer sky and caressed the sun itself as though it was an ornate glass marble. Perhaps this was another one of the peculiarities that came with interacting with the divine, you concluded and brushed it off, simply glad that in the now, in the early dawn on what was to be a hot summer day, you could look forward to more than ever before.

Yeosang bit the corner of his lower lip, in nervous contemplation, before tentatively reaching for your hand which had been resting by your side, and giving it a soft squeeze, barely there until you responded, fingers intertwining, answering to his unsaid hopes. Gaze not leaving the unity, thumb running over the edge of your palm repeatedly in an attempt to memorise the presence, he whispered out, half to himself, half to the divinity above and around him in sacred promise:

“I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Even as he departed, and you watched his figure evaporate into the morning mist as he approached the reddening horizon, the feeling of his hand in yours remained as vivid as that feeling that you must have known Yeosang before, or at least the irreplaceable, unique warmth that he shared with you was something akin to the idea of home itself. Supported, quietly cheered on as you continued your daily duties and finalised preparations to open the store for the first half of the day, Yeosang was there in your every thought and movement.

The glints of sun as the trees, having been ushered awake by the earliest hints of warmth that the red tiled roof of the bakery caught, commenced their serene rustling, were ciphers, music to your vision that danced over the concrete of the street outside. The way in which the colours changed as the sun grew more prominent and energetic was a masterpiece in the making, white paint turning into a glowing fantasy. When you closed for the day break, setting off on a daily walk around the neighbourhood in your favourite linen dress and wide-brimmed straw hat, you were embraced by the luminance that ambled across the ultramarine heavens, Yeosang matching your stride.

Running your hand over the top of the stone fencing that lined the hill on which your bakery found its home, you let your gaze rest over the breathtaking scenery of your beloved town, the terracotta roofs, the cream walls that were highlighted with wooden planks that stood the test of decades, the cobbled streets and hustle and bustle of squares and markets, and the glistening ocean that was always the first to wave to Yeosang, all shining thanks to the summer sun. It was fascinating, how with the marvel of the seasons, the town transformed into a fantastical land that you could only hope to spend all your years in. It had always been your home, your calling, and even in the times when you had gone outside of the town’s boundaries, your heart remained right here, come rain or shine. Perhaps this was the true reason why you were so drawn to Yeosang - in his eyes, you saw the same place, the same time, the understanding of a home that was so personal you were convinced he was taking the threads from your very soul, and singing the melodies right back to you. Your own, only sun that you could not believe returned your daring, unwavering gaze. You waved at the midday orb, chuckling to yourself as a flock of birds dashed past, hoping that your cheers would be delivered.

As you turned to give the bakery a once-over before turning the corner to head down the stone stairs that would lead you to a busier part of the neighbourhood, you gasped as the sign, a dainty metal pretzel right above the entrance rocked back and forth on the rod, as if waving back to you, and caught a sudden sun ray, reflecting the warmth for it to fall at your feet like a thousand stars, decorating the cobble to turn to an illuminated path of glowing marble. Unable to contain your beam, you bowed your head in gratitude and curtsied, wondering just what your neighbours would think if they were to poke their heads out from their bedrooms and shops. But you did not pay it too much mind, instead twirling around, and with a newfound lightness, found yourself on a mission to surprise the precious sunshine.

The longest day of the year, marking the moment when the sun would begin its slow journey to a hibernation for the northern hemisphere, and Yeosang would find himself growing that little bit less busy as a god, busier as your loyal assistant. He rushed down the streets as soon as his feet hit the concrete in a secluded spot that he liked to use for his returns, counting every second that passed and matching it to the start of the event. Seeing the small crowd that gathered by the bakery, waiting for their much adored pastries and cheerfully chatting away, pride swelled within him as he thought back to the wishes you had made, what you had been working towards and what you had now achieved. He glided into the store in efforts to find you, picking up the apron that you left for him behind the counter. You were in the middle of carrying a new tray of buns and motioned for him to take his position by the till - back to his favourite rhythm.

Customers came and went, the event turning into a hit, and by the second hour, your specially decorated melon pan was officially sold out; all except one for a certain someone, tucked away, kept safe. You almost felt guilty for keeping this tiny secret from the god, taking notice of his momentary confusion and barely restrained pout as he caught sight of the empty basket, and his disheartened stance as he picked it up and removed it from the display. You swore you saw what was already the night hour darken, and stifled a giggle, instead tapping Yeosang on the shoulder to give him a thumbs up for his hard work and mouth the words promising a gift. With a re-discovered vigour, the deity hurried off to assist an elderly customer who was trying with all her might to contain a loaf of sourdough and make it past a busy line - your store being the only one in this part of town to sport one in such late evening. As the chimes rang out again, you thought back to the little present you had acquired during your afternoon walk, barely containing yourself, bursting at the seams as you imagined what you wanted Yeosang’s reaction to be over and over again.

With the last of the customers came the quietude, a lulling blanket of deep navy decorated with stars that had been lying in wait outside of the bakery, a moment of rest for the sun god, a cooling serenity that you could share with him as you closed up, cleaned up, and ushered him to the little table outside - previously folded away and hidden behind an antique delivery scooter bike out at the front of the shop, so as to not attract attention, nor occupy the space that had always been set out for idle chatter of the visiting locals. As you let Yeosang finalise the furnishing of your makeshift lounge, you recalled his curiosity of the wheeled machine, and your suggestion that one of these days, he could use it as a chariot, much to his child-like excitement. You turned and made a beeline for the store, almost running into Yeosang in the process, your balance restored only by a pair of strong hands on your upper arms.

“What’s the hurry?” as though electrified by the contact, his hands flew away from you just as suddenly as they had caressed your skin, though, much like the heavenly reassurance of his presence on your wrist, the ghost of him remained around you, seeking an embrace. Retraining your focus on the man before you, you huffed and continued past him repeating “just you wait”, over, over like a mantra, a spell that you wanted to use to keep him in place.

Thankfully, he did not follow, instead stepping closer to the window that was now exposed to the moonlight since he folded the ruby red awning, faded with the years of sunlight and rain storms. Yeosang folded his toned arms, smiling to himself as he watched you throw one item, another onto a wooden tray, and shuffle back outside, not once breaking focus from balancing what had to be priceless treasure, considering how carefully you set it down in front of him.

“Sit.”

“But you’re standing.”

“Yeo, come on, sit down, I am just energetic!”

“After that shift? Are you sure you are not a god or demi-god yourself?” he countered, tilting his head.

“I- hm. Okay so we are standing then?”

“I want to be energetic with you!” the innocent comment made your chest ache, and what had previously been utter conviction that what you were doing was casual, customary for colleagues, friends, passing faces who had grown familiar, shattered into a vulnerable confession.

You stilled, the nervous rocking on the balls of your feet ceasing to bring you comfort, the erratic motions and gesticulations as you struggled for a response disappearing into the night and leaving an entrancing clarity. There was no other way to present this, and you had accidentally pushed yourself over the edge, a stance, a dare that you were no longer able to back out of. Facing the sun, you stepped closer and closer to it, and reached for the first item on the tray.

“Here is a little… thing I kept for you.”

“No… no way, is that melon pan!” he exclaimed, taking the small paper bag from your hands and peering inside, amazed to find his, and your favourite sweet bun. The crisp cookie dough layer solidifying the neat, recogniseable hatching, containing a custard cream inside, another homemade specialty.

“You know, I recently found out that melon pan has another name,” dropping the bun back into the bag to give you full attention, Yeosang glanced back at you and pushed a stray strand of black hair behind his ear, preventing it from blocking his view. Gesturing for you to continue, he nearly squeezed the custard out of the bread upon hearing your elaboration: “a friend of mine, she works at a bakery in a city down south, and there, they call this sunrise bread. Funny, isn’t it?”

“So you bake suns in your oven?”

“Guess you could say that.”

How was it that you managed to leave him breathless regardless of the time you met was forever going to remain a mystery, but one Yeosang never wanted to solve. Instead, he was waiting with a fluttering heart for the moment you were going to say the words that had imprinted themselves in his eternal being, and travelled across from heaven to earth, from the east to the west, echoing in his mind as he searched for you over and over again until finally, your dawn could greet him. He remained silent, glancing at you and at the last hidden object on the tray, a box leaning against the glass jug, this time filled to the brim with a peach ice tea.

“I… was at this antique store today. Don’t really know what brought me there but as soon as I saw this, I knew I wanted you to have it. I-... well, I don’t know if gods have birthdays but since it is the Summer Solstice, and you are basically the sun itself, I wanted this to be a little celebration of… you?”

“Of me? But-” never, not a single time could the divine being find rationality in your kindness, only the crossing of stars that tugged the fragile lonely hearts together into an intricate waltz woven in the skies.

“Check it out!”

Yeosang counted the seconds that passed once more, this night, this fateful night being so cruelly short, but so full of promise. His hands, trembling ever so slightly as he attempted to remove the lid, a trepidation taking a hold of him. Your infinite pools hurried him on with their anxious darting, and inhaling the sweet scent of the sea and his earthly home, he opened the box to reveal just what he had been anticipating, a relic, centuries-old masterpiece passed on from one you to another. Forever yours, finding its place in the same antique shop to return to him and to you, making another beginning.

He searched for the ring at the top of the sun chimes, stained glass beauties attached by sturdy strings to a hook that, the next dawn would find purchase at the base of the bakery sign above the light grassy green door, there to remain for a measure of time. Lifting it out of the box, Yeosang admired the stars, the crescent moon, the sun that had been crafted and immortalised just like himself, ready to attract and dissipate every ray that would grace them. A miniature galaxy contained in impossibly intricate artwork, with every sparkle appearing to house a memory and still hold space for the near and far future. Your future, his future. Lost in the relief of meeting the object as though it was a good friend, he barely registered your diffident approach.

“So… what do you-”

“I love it, Y/N.”

“You do?”

“I do. And I think I know just where to hang it. If you do not mind, of course,” upon seeing your nod of approval, he lifted his arm to turn and point at the pretzel, gleeful when he saw your face light up brighter than the sun he was tasked to carry. “Let’s do it now, before it is too late to sleep and before the sun rises. So that I can visit you more while the days are still too long.”

Insisting on saying your morning goodbyes to him, even though barely a few hours had passed between the hanging of the chimes and the palette of the skies gaining lighter blue, lilac and pastel pink hues, you stood under them, huddled in a wool blanket to minimise the contrast of the cosiness of your bed and the breeze travelling down the still, somnolent streets, alive only thanks to the the scattering of lamps and the world surrounding them, watching over them. One blink, another as you tried to rid yourself of sleep to convince Yeosang that you were perfectly fine and ready to start the day. In reality, you simply wanted to catch the first glints on the chimes and follow his journey across the sky, dreaming of his sunset back in your bakery.

Hands concealed by the thick material and unable to smooth his shirt, you could only take a step towards the divinity, the action turning symbolic. What you did not anticipate, however, was that this dawn, he was more than happy to take over your duties and instead of him melting under your softness, your ears were turning red as he pulled the blanket tighter around you, taking its edges that were close to your face, adjusting the ticklish fabric like it was a one of a kind ball gown - unbeknownst to you, that was was exactly how Yeosang saw it, and when he saw you trying to nuzzle into it and away from his amused expression, he could not resist any longer, and with one final pull rested his forehead against yours, noses colliding briefly causing you to let out a feeble yelp.

“I’ll see you in the chimes later, yeah?” he whispered against your skin, the proximity proving intoxicating as you could only just register and make sense of his words, initial shock wearing off to lay down the path for the return of the same feeling from the earlier night, only this time more real, more certain fully reciprocated.

“And later. I’ll make more sunrise bread for you.”

“I think I know something even sweeter. If you will let me indulge, of course.” the last moment before the break of your dawn, a question by which the world was hanging in intimate suspense.

The past, present and future collided as, in response to Yeosang’s careful request, you boldly closed the already practically nonexistent space between you, finally understanding the true meaning of being sunkissed. It did not take any time at all for the god to return the revealed fondness that you had kept guarded until it only felt natural to bring to light. Like the balmy immersion of the elements, suspended on the cusp of spring becoming summer, Yeosang leaned in with immeasurable affection as if he had been carrying it for all his eternity and kissed you like a long-lost lover who wanted to, through every movement, recollect the memories made, the days spent together, retrace the unity of two beings colliding into one entity, set alight like the brightest star in the universe.

As he tried to remain more level, gentle in an effort to not expose you to the early dawn’s winds, you grew frustrated from the lack of true warmth, wanting to fly closer to the sun, into it, be consumed by it. Gliding your hands out from under the blanket, you reached for Yeosang’s shirt and pulled him towards you, dragging him impatiently to the open door where you promptly shrugged off the material. Perplexed and worried, Yeosang momentarily broke away from the kiss to ask you whether the action was comfortable.

“Aren’t you going to get cold?”

“Are you saying the sun god cannot keep me warm?” chuckling at the fluttering of his eyelashes, abashedness at your ambiguous choice of words evident on every part of his face, you let your arms rest on his broad shoulders, gleaming back when his own found your waist, playing with the material of your top.

Touching your nose with his own, he was shy in his advances, seeing every wrong turn and prospective hurt unfold in accompaniment to the tragically perfect duet of a mortal and an immortal soul. Knowledge of the lives you had lived, while it was a blessing, at the same time was a series of unbearable lessons that decorated Yeosang's heart like untreatable scars. The mark on the side of his face, your first ever caress, a peppering of butterfly-like kisses on his face, celestial stardust, which has manifested itself as a symbol joyously tying you to him, now emitted that familiar dull burning, having re-encountered its creator. This was an ache that he would give up the sun to experience again and again, the pizzicato thrill warmer than the coming heatwaves, than the surface of the galaxy's centre.

"I don't want you to ever burn, Y/n." He murmured, understanding that the words would not hold as much weight in your interpretation. You took another step towards him, pressing yourself close, surrounding yourself with his solar flare.

"I trust you. Do you trust me too?"

"More than the skies above us, always."

"Then I know that we will be a beautiful sunrise."

He peered into your gorgeous eyes, looking for anything to stop him, convince him that he needed to step away, knowing full well that he would find nothing except his love returned, amplified by your own. Such was the merry-go-round of life that had been set out for you and Yeosang, an unstoppable turning of the gears that were set in motion by destiny. Now, the light began, soon there will be darkness, and in the future, foreseeable by the god, there will be more light. The sun will peek out from the edge of the planet, crawling across the foaming waters to call the residents of this town awake again and again, whether there was to be a town here, or not. The sun remained, and so did Yeosang's eternal wait for the next turn of the divine clock's hands. As he shut his eyes and kissed you once more, feeling heaven and earth collide, his musings reduced to a simple melody. He was happy that in this lifetime too, the sunshine found you.

#i could go on and on and on #truly because every little thing you did in this was just too good #like i just adore adore adore your writing style to the ends of the earth #it's was all so so lovely and SO VERY GHIBLI CODED #like actually i need this to be a full studio ghibli movie rIGHT NOW #RIGHT THIS INSTANT #YOU CAN SHUT UP BAI I HATE YOU (i love and adore and admire you so much please never stop sharing your talent with the world)#GRRRRRR ITS TOO GOOD I CANNOT I CANNOT #OH MY GOD I CANT GET OVER IT IM NEVER GONNA GET OVER THIS FIC #never ever #can't fathom how good this is i cant do it #someone save me or something what #flabbergasted actually is what i am #speechless #in love #feeling every lovely feeling in the world rn #uH anyways i'll take my leave otherwise i'll never stop talking about this #ateez

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butterbeerblurbs · 4 years ago

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Hey m! I've already said this but you write sooo good that even my hurt flutters when I read your posts. Can I request "Wow, I didn't think you could make me smile this big" & "let's share my coat, since you're so cold" with Fred perhaps and a shy reader ? Maybe a first date or whatever you want honestly, I trust your writing 💖

ur too kind please don’t do this to my iTTY BITTY HEART BUT THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH. AHHHHH that’s a huge compliment :”) thank you for trusting me and i hope you enjoy this!!! (it got a little long LOL i got a bit carried away but i hope you like it anyway! :P)

88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag "wow, i didn’t think you could make me smile this big.” + “let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.” // fred weasley x shy!reader 🌸

you couldn’t, wouldn’t, and don’t think you’ll ever believe that this was happening. your day had been fine, well, normal - like any average day, really, but today? oh boy oh boy, today you had a whole thing swinging your way when quite literally the person who you’ve been crushing on silently for the longest time swung and hit you pretty hard, only to say he’ll make it up to you if you allowed him to take you on a date.

on a date.

on... a date.

so that’s how you ended up at the three broomsticks with fred weasley. said boy was sitting opposite you as the pair of you occupy a small table by the corner. it’s secluded, yet, you feel like you could see everyone from here and most importantly, freddie. see, deep down in your heart, you have some sort of attraction to this ginger haired boy. but you weren’t too sure if he felt the same way you did.

so of course, in the midst of dinner, after the initial few conversations of small talk that shifts into ones beneath the surface level, fred can sense you have something to ask when you grow silent. the different kind of silent he wasn’t used to. “got a question there, love?” he grins, putting down his mug and lets the butterbeer gulp down his throat before he leans forward, wiggling his brows. you swallow the lump in your throat, clearing it to ask softly: “say... why’d you, why this?”

he squints his eyes at you, “not quite sure i follow, y/l/n,”

your mouth opens to respond, only to close when you’re uncertain of what to say or how to ask him this. hey, why would you like someone like me? or why’d you ask me out on a date? isn’t something that you could easily slip across without them having the misperception. you heave out a deep breath and decide to just be honest - as if, you hadn’t been with him all this while.

“i-i mean... why did you ask me out on a date, weasley?”

his face does this thing where he looks rather confused but so, so adorable at the same time. how his brows furrow and his nose scrunches as he lean back a little at your question. to which he digests it and leans back closer towards you despite the table being the barrier between the pair of you.

“you’re joking right?” he asks, and he doesn’t know if he wants to kiss you or laugh when you look puzzled. for someone so smart, the lightbulb above your head seems to disappear when you hadn’t put the pieces together of today’s events.

“y/n, i’ve had the massive crush on you for the longest time,” he snorts, shaking his head at his own statement, “reckon the whole bloody castle could tell by now,” when he notices your cheeks reddening, he shrugs, using his eyes to point at you, “well, guess not everyone, then,”

at your silence, he reaches out to mess with your hair playfully, the affectionate gesture renders you speechless once more.

“i’m guessing you have no idea how i fell off the broom directly in front of you either, eh? or how george miraculously made everyone disappear just so i could have a moment with you?” he raises a brow, and you shake your head slowly, still not processing his words even though you understood him perfectly. your mouth opens once more, this time, a soft question of: “but why me? i’m-”fred cuts you off before you can say anything else”-bloody perfect, you are,” he finishes your sentence, his warm smile ebbing away your worries that tries to fill your system, washing away at the sight of his smile.

“i really do fancy you, y/n. a lot more than you think. it’s only our first date, wouldn’t want to scare you off with my deep and longing confession so, we’ll save it for next time, if that’s okay?” fred sees that at least you’ve managed to grasp his intentions now. how considerate he’s being to let you enjoy this moment without being bombarded with information but you were rather curious to when... when his crush started. maybe it was the same time as you, earlier? before you? you can’t think anymore when fred reaches across and carefully places his hand atop of yours, halting your thoughts from penetrating your mind further.

what he’s doing is working when you flip your hand over and allow him to hold onto your hand. the act alone is making you smile, the blush remaining on your cheeks and as you gaze back up, fred’s adoring the view.

“wow, i didn’t think you’d be able to make me smile this big,” he sighs, almost dream-like that it’s making you chuckle, shaking your head at him, “cheeky,”

“just the way you like it, i reckon,” he pokes his tongue at you and as shy as you were, your shell starts to shift off just a little - allowing fred to see another side of you that he’s grateful you’re showing when you respond with: “yeah, i do.” your hand squeezes his, and fred feels like he’s about to float up to heaven, “i really do.”

((”feelin’ a little cold there, love?” fred asks as the pair of you head your way back towards the dorms and you only give a meek nod. he peels his hand from yours that had been in his coat pocket, grinning at you as he makes quick work to remove his coat. he effortlessly swings it over your shoulder and his, having a coat big enough to cover the pair of you and his hand naturally reaches for your own, almost startling you but... not in a bad way.

his toothy grin comes into view as he tugs you to follow his walking and you blink a couple of times and walk alongside him. he chuckles when you’re silent, trying to look elsewhere despite being so close to him. what fred loves is that you’re not pushing him away, much like how you would to others at the thought of being physically near someone.

a thought pops into fred’s mind that he’s not just anyone to you, much like how you’re not just anyone to him. that allows fred to smile to himself and squeeze your hand, basking in the silence and in your presence, along with the reminder from time to time when you rub circles on his thumb as your hands remain intertwined.

first date: blew his heart out of the park, without you even trying.))

#Anonymous #88 dandelions #88 dandelions celebration #dandelions: 88 #fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfics #harry potter stories #harry potter scenarios #hp fanfics #hp fanfiction

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theinfinitybucky · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader (platonic, “siblings”)

Request: Can you do a one shot or a series where the reader is a healer and falls in love with Bucky? I also love fake dating au’s so if you can add that in, I would love you so muchhhhh. Thank you

Trigger Warnings for this Chapter: Blood, medical setting, one or two swear words

Author’s Note: This happens in a sort of after Civil War AU. I deny the existence of the plot of about half that movie… I “threw out” the Sokovian Accords in a sense. Pietro Maximoff is not dead because why not. It will probably take me a few chapters to get to the fake dating au part. I was going to make this a one shot but then it became a full blown series so poop.

MASTERLIST

“Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.”

Chapter One

“Steve!” You ran up to Steve and pulled him into a tight hug.

He moaned in pain from the battle he had just fought. You had been worried sick about him since you heard about the “civil war”. It had been about a year since Bucky Barnes had shown up and decided to not kill Steve. You had been at the scene where Steve was found beaten and bloodied. You were unsure how you felt about the Winter Soldier at first. It took Steve a long time to convince you that he was good after SHIELD fell. You still were unsure of the possibility of the Winter Soldier ever being the “Bucky Barnes” that Steve knew ever again.

Stark had explained to you what had happened when you returned to the United States. You had collected enough from the news to put together that this whole thing was a giant mess. The moment you landed in the country, you realized that it was even more of a disaster than you originally expected. Customs tried to detain you before you got a call in to a US senator. The senator remembered that he owed you a favor and that you were cashing it in now.

You arrived at the hospital where Rodney was in a paralytic state. 13 hours later, their surgery was over. Here you were in exhaustion and the work still wasn’t done on all the Avengers, or what was left of the “team”. Healing people with your powers took the energy out of you quickly, but when needed you could even heal yourself from fatigue.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here. I thought you were still in Russia.” Steve pulled away from hugging you so he could observe you. He noted that you were wearing a pair of navy scrubs but had a belt with a handgun strapped around your waist. He noted that you remained calm all though you had just entered a narrative that you was not previously part of until now.

Your biggest worry at the moment was the pain that he had to be in. His whole aura was crying out with exhaustion and agony. He had never done a good job of hiding his physical pain from you. You grabbed his hand and summoned the power to pull the pain out of him. The bruise of his black eye slowly turned back to its regular light color and his cuts pulled themselves together.

“Thanks.” He muttered as he watched your eyes turn back from a iridescent gold to their regular color.

“I got out of Rodney’s 13 hour reconstructive surgery about a half hour ago and had to pull a bullet out of Pietro’s back. Tony called me after the last surgeon botched Rodney’s back. I cut my mission short. Came back to the US.

“I was able to trade that surgery for this.” You paused and slowly nodded to yourself as your lips pressed together. You walked over to a closet and punched in a code. You slightly opened the door to place on your hand on the cold metal of Cap’s shield. You yanked it up from the ground as it was always heavier than you expected.

“You traded him for this?” He took the weight of the shield from your hands.

“You’re right I should have charged more considering the hell I went through at customs.” You said sarcastically. You thought about how the transportation security administration agents had attempted to arrest and detain you.

“I don’t want it.” Steve didn’t look you in the eyes. He tried to hand it back to you. You threw your hands up in refusal.

“Steve, take the damn shield. It is a peace offering, I didn’t ask for it. I only told him that he owed him and this is what he gave me in return for the surgery.”

“Do you know what happened?” Steve questioned you. You could see his anger shining through. This did not phase you at all. This was the reaction you had expected from him when he saw the shield.

“I know he ripped Bucky’s arm off. I know he tried to imprison half the team while I was gone.” He saw that your exterior was completely calm even though Tony’s actions caused you rage too. “I talked to him about the consequences of the Accords… He’s going to have some lawyers look into it and get amendments made. The main governing body will be the new reconstructed SHIELD. I’ve also got a couple of favors due high up in the US government.

You paused again as Steve took in the new information. He didn’t respond to you even though you knew he trusted your words. “That won’t fix what has happened or what he did. It won’t mend this mess, but, Steve, it is better than the alternative.” They stood together for a few seconds in silence before Steve agreed.

“Where is your friend?” You wondered as you had seen every other former member of the broken up Avengers. God, you couldn’t believe the disaster that had happened while you were gone. They broke up, like a freaking band.

“He’s in 413. Would you mind taking the shrapnel out of his chest? Getting his arm fixed by the Wankandans wasn’t great. He might trust you more considering you haven’t tried to kill him and you are essentially a sister to me.” Steve looked to you with hope gleaming in his eyes. You couldn’t deny him the aid for his friend. The idea of it made you uncomfortable. You were like Bucky once and Steve had helped you. Now, this was your turn to do the same for Steve’s friend.

“Okay,” you thought to herself for a moment, “How is he? Stark didn’t tell me much…”

“He’s doing better, not perfect though.”

“Better is as much as anyone can ask for someone who came from HYDRA.” Your words came out in a low tone.

“Y/N, sorry, I-.” Steve tried to pull you into a hug because he felt bad for mentioning it.

“It’s fine.” You pulled away from him before he could get his arms around your body. “I’m going to go get some tools. Can you tell him that I’m coming to remove the pieces?”

“Yes. Thank you so much, Y/N.” Steve patted you on the back and you forced a smile at him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m Steve’s friend, but I guess he already told you that much…” You entered the room and looked at Bucky. He seemed rigid and you noted his eyes on the gun at your hip. “Don’t worry, the gun is not for you. I don’t go anywhere unarmed anymore after…” You began to say too much so you stopped.

“I’m Bucky.” His voice came out roughly. He knew that you knew who he was and the opposite was true also.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.” You exchanged the formality.

“Do you mind if I, uh, pull the metal out of your chest?” You trailed and pointed at his chest. Your eyes fell on his arm which had been reattached already. Looking at it was strange. The arm did not make you uncomfortable, the whole concept was just foreign how it would even work you had no idea. Your knowledge of the body told you no such thing should be able to move even with nerves attached correctly. Was there a blood supply to it?

“That’d be great.” He gave you an incredibly fake smile.

You could tell he was uncomfortable with your presence. You decided to ignore this and do as Steve had asked. You sat down and pulled some gloves on. He removed his shirt to expose an extremely toned stomach. You tried to not let your eyes stare for too long. You knew that he was so muscular because of what HYDRA had done to him.

“This is gonna hurt a bit.” You began wiping away the blood on his chest with an alcohol swab.

Most of your patients would at least jerk away with alcohol going into an open cut yet he didn’t even move. You couldn’t detect any pain in his aura. Your eyebrows raised a little bit because you were expecting more of a reaction. You continued without saying anything.

He watched you as you were intensely staring into his arm as you tried to find the small pieces of metal without hitting veins or arteries. You were smaller than he had expected. Bucky was fascinated that you could stand the smell of blood and the sight without getting sick. He wasn’t flinching as you removed pieces of shrapnel out of his muscle tissue or when you was rubbing alcohol swabs on his bare skin to remove the blood.

The two of you had been sitting in silence for probably 10 minutes. Both of you refusing to talk or more so having nothing to say. You moved closer to his bare and bloody chest to begin to work on the more intimate area. You felt uncomfortable and slightly scared to be this close to him. You knew it was easy to set of the Winter Soldier inside of him and you worried any movement you made would.

He was not reacting at all to what should have been pain. It was upsetting you a bit because pain was a normal reaction to what you were doing. This was making the situation more uncomfortable. You almost wanted him to cry out so you wouldn’t have to sit in complete silence. It also did not help the fact that Pietro was staring at the two of you from his own bed across the hallway. You had already healed him, but he chose to stay in the hospital wing to “recover”. You knew he had chosen to stay to make sure Bucky did not make a move on you. Pietro had been trying to get you to go out on a date with him for months, but you continued to refuse. He was overzealous in his pining for you and continued to make you more uncomfortable every time you were present with him.

“You know, you’re awfully nice for someone who was in HYDRA…” Bucky’s voice was completely calm. You stopped for a second then continued to remove a piece of metal and drop it into the basin.

“Funny you say that…” You muttered for a split second before deciding to tell him what Steve hadn’t. “I used to be in the US Army, like you. Like Steve. That was before things changed.”

“I’m sorry.” Bucky made an attempt for forgiveness. The situation was still uncomfortable. You decided to accept his apology. It wasn’t his fault that Steve had not told him.

“Don’t worry. Steve doesn’t tell my friends what I don’t want them to know.”

“I’m your friend, now?” The edges of Bucky’s lips turned upward. This was the first time you had ever seen him smile. You made eye contact with the man before sensing Steve coming around the corner.

“What’s up, Steve?” You asked with inflection in an escape from Bucky’s question.

“Everything okay in here?” Steve wondered aloud.

“Yes,” you answered before Bucky could say anything. You flicked your hair out of your face for a second before continuing. You noted Pietro staring at you again and determined you could get Steve to do your bidding. “But can you get Pietro to stop staring at me? It is creeping me out. Also tell him the answer is, number one, no and, number two, I don’t care that he just “nearly died”. ”

Pietro was always saying that “he was in pain” or “nearly died” to get you to “heal” him again. You would pretend to do something and make your eyes glow so he actually thought you had just to get him to go away. Whether you were leading him on or not, you were unsure.

“Gotcha. You’re in good hands, Buck.” Steve patted the Winter Soldier on the shoulder.

“Thank you!” You called after Steve as he left. He held up a thumbs up to you.

You glanced up for a moment and watched Steve go over to Pietro’s bed. Pietro paused for a moment as Steve told him to go then noticed you watching him. You narrowed her eyes at him in hopes that he would get the message: “I will kill you if you don’t leave”. He headed for the door which let your tight shoulders relax by the moment he was out of sight.

“Overprotective boyfriend?” Bucky wondered as he noticed your muscles release their tenseness down.

“No, actually. Ever since I healed him, he has been asking me out for weeks. It is driving me insane.” You groaned and shook your head.

“Won’t take no for an answer?” Bucky seemed to like your annoyance with Pietro.

“I guess not… Bucky, I’ve seen men die with more grace than how he takes a minor flesh wound.” You waved a piece of shrapnel for emphasis before dropping it in the trash.

Bucky chuckled to himself. You laughed a bit and a small smile appeared on your face. You hid it the moment you felt it appearing. What you didn’t know was that Bucky was thinking how he liked you more than the other members of the Avengers that he had met. You were very calm with your voice soft and comforting.

You pulled out a particularly large piece of metal. “You have a very high pain tolerance…” You remarked uncomfortably as you dropped this one in the basin.

“When you’ve been through the things I have, you develop one.” Bucky sullenly commented to you. You met his eyes for a moment, but looked down again, going back to work. You pulled out the last piece and pulled away from his toned chest.

“I wish I couldn’t understand, but I can.” You said offhandedly then set down the tweezers as you rolled on your stool towards the trash can. You removed the soiled gloves then disposed of them. You rolled the surgical table away from Bucky. Something about you interested Bucky. He used to would have never gone for a girl like you, he though to himself. Secretive and toned down. Since his time in the cryogenic stasis, he had changed.

You noticed thoughts running through his head and decided to change the subject quickly. You didn’t like talking about how Hydra tortured you.

“Okay, we are through the worst part now, but you have to promise me that you don’t have any other wounds with shrapnel in them that I don’t know about. It will be a lot harder to take it out after I do this, so tell me now.” Your eye brows were creased in the middle with worry. This was where you were most worried. Going in his head scared you more than removing the metal pieces. Yet the 30 minutes you had spent with Bucky seemed to make you less scared than you were when you walked in the room.

“I promise.” Bucky promised her with a nod.

“All right then.” Your voice faded off. All though you were nervous, you did this to team members all the time. He was a team member now. “This shouldn’t hurt at all. It might be warm though.”

Bucky watched as you let your hands carefully fall on his forearm and opposite shoulder.

Your eyes drifted shut and he began to feel a warm current running up his arms. Your hands glittered with the golden dust of your power. You took in a deep breath as you found his wounds which scared Bucky for a second. You felt his heart rate jump through the connection between the two of you. A grin appeared on your lips. You stifled a giggle about his reaction. He almost laughed when he noticed his skin growing warm in a spot where it was pulling itself together and turning from a bright red to a soft pink then a natural tan. Your eyes opened and they were still glowing a golden color for a second.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…” You told him as you pulled your hands away. The euphoria of your power faded as you let it go. He was still examining his skin in shock that he didn’t have any scars. He noticed you looking at his other arm, the metal one. You broke your gaze from it immediately when his eyes caught yours. You had felt your body trying to heal where a human arm was supposed to be. You prevented the power from taking over and trying to do that.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but… I could fix… that…” You paused awkwardly as you tried to assess if you were upsetting him. “For you…”

Your gaze held his for the first time and you did not immediately look away in fear. He smiled at you and shook his head.

“No, Y/N. Thank you for offering, but I don’t want you to do that. It’s part of me now…” He misjudged your reaction of relief and began to panic. “I don’t mean to insult you. I-, I-.”

You only laughed and with a blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Don’t worry, Bucky. I understand more than anyone.” You looked up and met his eyes once more.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He set a hand on your shoulder. It made you slightly uncomfortable to be touched by him so you made up a reason to leave.

“I’m glad I was able to help.” You turned your head away from him as if you heard something. “I’ve gotta go, I can hear Stark bitching in his room.”

You looked towards the door and his hand fell from your shoulder. You stood and headed out. You walked past Steve who was making his way back in to check on Bucky. He patted you on the back and stopped you by the shoulder. He asked if you were okay. You just nodded to him then continued on your way.

“What did you think of Y/N?” Steve asked once you were out of ear shot. He leaned up against the wall and watched his fellow soldier.

“She is not at all what I expected.” Bucky chuckled.

“You two have a lot in common.” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“Steve, am I confused or are you trying to suggest something?” Bucky shook his head.

“I don’t know, Bucky. You tell me.” Steve stared into his soul.

“You know, I am the one who usually does this for you, right?”

Thank you for reading. Please give a like, reply, or reblog for more content in the future. I also am taking one shot requests go ahead and send your idea in to see it brought to life!

Chapter Two

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