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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months ago

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When Shadows Return

Pairing: Vergil x fem!reader; Dante & reader

Word Count: 4,4k

Synopsis: You thought he was gone forever - your closest friend, your promised future, lost to the shadows of your shared childhood. But when Vergil suddenly returns from the dead, everything you believed shatters, forcing you to confront the fragile line between love, loss, and the darkness that binds you both

Warnings: this is heavy angst to fluff y'all but it's still Vergil, language, hurt, death

Since Vergil didn't really show up in the anime, I based him off descriptions from the games so you're totally able to read this no matter where you come from <3

You remember the summer air in Red Grave like a ray of sunshine in a bottle - golden, endless, and warm enough to soften even Vergil's sharp edges while sitting next to you, watching how you made yourself a necklace out of dandelions. Back then, he wasn't the son of a demon or someone who held great power.

He was just Vergil. Your Vergil, to be exact. The Vergil who'd pluck wildflowers for you when he thought no one was looking. The Vergil who once whispered a promise beneath a wisteria tree.

"One day, we'll get married. When we're strong and old enough to protect each other."

“But isn’t marrying you gross?”

“You would be glad to call me your husband!”

“I don’t want to marry a boy!” you insisted back then.

Oh, how often you dream of that day, how disgusted you felt by the thought of marrying him. And now? Now his voice haunts you in your sleep.

That sweet promise cracked the day Eva died, when the world decided to not wait for you to grow strong and older.

You clung onto Dante for dear life, his hands keeping you from stumbling out of your hideout like his mother insisted on. But Vergil was nowhere in sight. Not a hint of his spiky white hair, no scream, no shouting.

Absolutely nothing but smoke. Only the rubble and silence where he should have been. And when the ashes settled, so did the story: Vergil was gone.

Vergil died just like his mother did and broke his promise.

“Wake up, smartass.”

Your eyes dart open out of instinct, hand catching Dante’s palm mid-air and preventing him from stuffing a noodle into your nose.

“Can’t you act normal for at least a day?” you mutter still sleep-drunken, still haunted by young Vergil underneath that wisteria tree.

“And what’s the fun in that?”

You sit up slowly while rubbing your face, heart still pounding from the fragments of your dream. The phantom echo of Vergil's laughter fades slower than you'd like. You stare at the couch cushion for a moment too long.

"Another one?" Dante asks, quieter this time.

"Same dream. Same damn tree..."

Dante sighs, settling on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, arms draped over his knees. For a second, he looks like he might say something serious, but then he perks up slightly, his smirk returning.

"Tell me he was wearing something ridiculous. Like that cape he insisted made him look majestic."

You blink, then snort at the memory of their constant fighting about that ugly ass cape.

"No, sadly. Just regular Vergil. No overly dramatic fashion statements."

"Damn. Missed opportunity. Guy had more flair than a Vegas magician."

He nudges your knee gently.

"Still, dreams like that? You’re just hurting yourself at this point, (y/n)."

You glance at him, lips pressed into a thin line. You know he’s right, that you should’ve said goodbye for good a long time ago. But you simply can’t. Vergil was your best friend, one of the best advice-givers, at some point even your fiancé. How are you supposed to forget about the fact that you’ve had all your happy moments with him by your side?

"I keep wondering... if he were still here, what would he be like now? Would he still be quiet, moody, obsessed with strength? Or would he have softened out a bit? Maybe even laugh more. God, I want to know if he’d still fight with you over dumb stuff so that I can bet on who wins. If he’d still get all flustered when I tease him."

Dante laughs under his breath, his gaze drifting over you.

"He probably would. And he'd pretend he wasn’t enjoying a second of it. Real stoic-like. Probably reciting Shakespeare to hide the blush."

You lean back, hugging a cushion to your chest while Dante gently places his hand on your knee. This is not the first Vergil-talk both of you have. After all, all that’s left of him and Eva are the memories both you and Dante share.

"I still see him sometimes, you know? In the corner of my eye, or hear something that sounds like his voice. I think... I think I just never got to grieve properly."

Dante looks down for a second, then brightens a little.

"Yeah. Me too. But hey, want a distraction? Got a new gig. Weird demon cult popping up. Real creeps. Apparently into collecting old artefacts and sacrificing goats or whatever. You in?"

You blink, then give a shaky laugh. From Vergil to goats?

"That's your big pitch to get me out of my funk? 'Demon cult and goats'?"

He shrugs, grinning.

"Hey, it worked, didn’t it? Better than crying into your throw pillow all day. Plus, you get to shoot things. Cathartic as hell. And the best thing: I’m there as well."

You roll your eyes, but your smile is a bit more genuine now, your mind slowly but surely drifting back into reality.

"You're such an ass."

"Yup. But I'm your ass."

You chuckle to yourself while pushing Dante ever so slightly. Even though he’s so different from you and Vergil, you are more than thankful to hang around with him. With your old memories, with your old friend, with that one part of your life that didn’t break.

Would Vergil look like him, though? You take in the rough edges of Dante’s face, the way his white hair clings to his forehead, the tight muscles underneath his shirt, the way he smiles at you.

“What if he would have stayed, if we were stronger? If we were enough to protect him, like he said?"

Dante sobers up a little, tapping his fingers against your knee.

"Don't do that to yourself. We were kids. It wasn’t on you. Or me. Or even him."

You exhale shakily, a trembling breath caught between sorrow and guilt.

"I just miss him so damn much."

Dante gives your knee another light squeeze before getting up and signing dramatically.

"I know. But hey... this job? It's a little more than your average goat-worshippers. People are saying something big's brewing. War-level big."

You tilt your head.

"War-level? Seriously?"

He nods, the playfulness fading just a bit.

"Red sky, ground cracking, demons tearing through the streets...C’mon. We’re not losing anyone else if you’re out there to help. I’m taking good care of ya. Now stop acting like an evanesence song and get your ass up.”

You finally laugh, real and full. Maybe he's right. Maybe it’s time to keep living - not to forget, but to honor. Vergil wouldn’t want you to feel down for the rest of your life because he died – only a few years at last. Maybe saving the world with Dante again is a good start into a better day.

“Fine smartass. But only if we’ll be back by seven with a pizza.”

“Check.”

“We definitely won’t be back by seven”, you hiss through gritted teeth, barely able to escape the fangs of a demon and a bullet at the same time.

The world you know just made a trip to literal hell. Dante? You have absolutely no clue where that guy is. What you do know though is that a) apparently Dante’s father was a demon, b) someone just opened a portal to Makai and c) the president himself wants to kill you.

A pretty intense way to start a new life.

You sprint through the ruined remains of Fortuna’s cathedral, gun in one hand, blade in the other, screaming his name.

“DANTE!”

No answer, only more chaos with every step you take through the ruins of the city. A shriek rips through the air as a fireball explodes beside you, tossing you against a column. Blood trickles down your temple, but you force yourself up, staggering toward what looks like a trail of red - a coat? No, just more blood.

Your heart races. You’ve never seen demons this frantic, this scared. They’re running - not charging. Running from something worse than themselves.

Then you see it: airships, marked with human military insignia, dark against the torn sky. Bombs drop like heavy rainfalls. Not on the demons attacking you - on everything, on everyone who just stand nearby.

But with one big target: Makai. The ground below opens and screams rise from every direction. They’re not just killing the monsters you always take care of, the ones who kill humans without thinking twice, without caring at all. You see a young demon, barely more than a kid, clutching a broken flute and staring at a collapsing home. He’s not fighting, he’s not a threat. But he gets shot at least a hundred times anyway.

“No,” you whisper, horrified.

“They’re not fighting, they don’t defend. They’re erasing.”

Your hands tighten around your weapons. Even though you work as a demon hunter from time to time yourself, this is wrong in so many ways. There’s absolutely no justification in killing innocent souls, in killing children.

Children like Vergil back then.

You turn. You charge. Not away from the bombs but toward them.

You fire, dive, shield the innocent, cutting through falling rubble and corrupted soldiers. Screaming at commandos to back off. Saving those who once would’ve torn you apart.

It doesn't make sense. It shouldn’t be this way, you shouldn’t be out there defending demons. But you know wrong when you see it. And this? This is wrong. The demons look at you like you’re insane and yes, maybe you are. But maybe insanity is what the world needs to survive this unnecessary war.

"Where the hell are you, Dante?" you mutter, parrying another blade.

"You better be doing something epic, or I swear to god, I’m kicking your ass when I find you."

Through the choking smoke and scattered debris, something flickers.

White. Hair.

You freeze, your breath catches in your throat. Finally. After hours of searching for that walking disaster, he finally made it. Maybe Dante knows the cause for all of this mess, maybe he’ll be able to put an end to this senseless fighting. You sprint, heart leaping, lungs burning, screaming.

"DANTE!"

You push past collapsing beams, leap over shattered pews, tearing toward that flicker of white.

He turns. And the world stops.

It's not Dante.

It's Vergil.

He stands tall in the middle of ash and ruin, eyes locked on you with a gaze that hasn't changed - icy, intense, and unmistakably him.

"...Vergil?" you whisper.

He doesn't answer. Just stares. Alive. Real. And your world tilts.

You drop your blade.

The war, the screams, the fire - it all fades in the face of the ghost standing before you.

The ghost who broke his promise. The ghost who came back.

It can’t be him, right? It can’t be the boy who died in that fire years ago, that boy who vanished without a trace and was never found.

“And was never found…”

The air around you, everything inside you, suddenly snaps. You dart towards him, over the debris, over the blood of countless innocent victims. None of it matters right now. Nothing but the man standing in front of you.

Is this the man you loved, the man who left you behind, who never made any effort to get back to you? Is it really him, Vergil?

“You better tell me you aren’t the real Vergil”, you cry out, furious eyes scanning his face for any imperfection that gives this cruel joke away.

Is it a demon, maybe?

“And even if you are-“

SLAP.

Your palm smacks against his cheek full force and sends his head flying to the right.

You can’t catch your breath, can’t form a single logical thought. This has to be one of your nightmares again, a hallucination caused by a demon. But the sting of your hand tells you otherwise.

The sting of your hand tells you more than urgently that the man standing in front of you is real.

“You never came, never called. You never fucking thought about me!”

Fuck, you hate the way your voice breaks, hate the tears starting to sting in your eyes, slowly but surely taking your sight. Crying is pathetic and was never your style. But seeing that man who is the same height as Dante, who has the same features as Dante, who has the same hair color as Dante, breaks something inside you apart.

Because deep down you already know. Because deep down, you don’t need him to tell you that he’s real.

You know it is Vergil.

Vergil’s head slowly turns back toward you, cheek reddened where your palm struck, but his expression unchanged - calm, unreadable, like a storm behind glass.

“You don’t cry,” he mutters softly, as if the words should be enough to stop the tears.

That breaks you. Completely.

You shove him. Hard. Harder than he expects. He doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t even take a step back under the force of your arms.

"Don’t you dare," you hiss, voice shaking, torn between grief and fury.

"Don’t you dare pretend you know anything about me anymore. You don’t get to stand there with that stupid fucking stoic face and say that like it means something!"

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t interrupt. Just watches.

"You left me! You left us! You promised… You promised, Vergil!" you scream, fists balled, trembling.

"Under the fucking wisteria tree, remember? You said we’d get married when we were strong enough to protect each other. We were kids, and you still made that promise like it meant everything - and then you left!"

You're pacing now, wild, unravelling.

"Do you know what it’s like to keep having the same goddamn dream every night? To wake up thinking you’ll see your best friend smiling like an idiot, only to find nothing but smoke and silence again? To keep Dante from breaking and still break yourself anyway?"

He’s still silent. His hands stay at his sides. His face? A goddamn statue.

“I waited. Years, Vergil. I kept looking, hoping you'd show up like it was some big stupid test of strength you were going through. But you just vanished. No word. No body. Just... gone, dead. And now you're back? Just standing there like you never left? Like I should be grateful to see your miserable face after I thought you were killed?"

You’re panting now, your voice raw. Tears fall freely, your whole body trembling as your lungs fight for air.

Vergil finally moves. One step forward.

Too much. Way too much for you to endure right now

You stumble backward, one hand against your chest, like holding your ribs together might stop the panic from ripping through them. Your vision blurs, the edges of the battlefield curling like burning paper. Your knees threaten to give way, breathing fast and shallow.

"Don't… Don't come near me," you whisper.

"I can’t…I can’t-"

He takes another step, then stops only inches away from you.

“I couldn’t see you,” Vergil begins, voice low and even, as if he’s explaining something dull.

“You were always my only weakness. I couldn’t afford it. You would have destroyed every plan I built with a single touch.”

You blink at him, mouth parted. The words don’t make sense in your head, don’t even reach you fully. His weakness? His plans?

He continues, eyes colder now, more distant.

“And if you must know, I never cared for you that much anyway. Not like that. You were a... childhood comfort. A sentimental distraction. Nothing more.”

The air in your lungs turns to glass.

You stare at him, the man who once braided wildflowers into your hair and swore to be your husband, who pulled you close when no one else dared.

You stare at him like a stranger.

Vergil doesn’t move.

Doesn’t flinch.

But his fists are clenched so tightly, you see his knuckles whitening.

And behind his unreadable expression, something trembles. Just for a second. Something small. Something regret-shaped.

„You’re as terrible at lying as ever, asshole.”

Another ruthless slap straight across his face.

“’Your childhood comfort’? This is what you call me? A distraction? Are you even listening to the bullshit you’re spitting around?”

Without thinking twice, you grab him by his shirt and yank his head towards yours.

And then you kiss him.

Your lips crash into his like a weapon, like a question, like a final plea. There's no grace in your touch - only anger, only desperation. You’re trembling as you press yourself against him, as if contact will stitch your soul back together. You hate yourself for kissing him. You hate him for letting you without fighting back the slightest bit.

But you can’t stop. Your hands are fists in the fabric of his shirt, your entire body lit up with the raw, electric need to feel something that isn’t loss, that isn’t war. Something that is just Vergil.

You expect him to push you away. You want him to, even. You want him to confirm that this was a mistake, that you’ve built an illusion around a dead boy who never came back for you, who doesn’t care.

But he doesn’t. Vergil doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch - at first.

And then he does.

He exhales something low, broken, like he’s giving in to gravity, to guilt, to you. One hand rises slowly, hesitant, like he's touching something sacred and cursed at once. It settles against your lower back. Not possessive, not demanding – grounding, ensuring, encouraging.

His other hand comes up to your jaw, fingers trembling just slightly. He tilts his head and finally, he deepens the kiss.

That’s when the rage leaves you. Not all at once. But enough for the sorrow to come crashing in, for the desperation you felt each and every night.

You gasp into him, and it’s a mistake, because it opens the floodgates. Not of tears - you’ve cried enough to this point. But of truth, of how much you still need him, of how real this still is.

His lips move against yours with a quiet intensity, controlled and precise like everything Vergil ever did. But there’s a quiver in him, a falter in his breath, and it breaks you even more.

Because he’s scared too.

Because he never stopped being your Vergil, even if he buried that part of himself so deep it almost died.

You feel it in the way he presses closer, how his fingers dig into your back, how his jaw clenches like he’s keeping a scream locked behind his teeth.

He holds you like a man who’s been starving.

He kisses you like he thinks this will be the last time.

And that’s what makes it unbearable.

You want to scream at him. You want to melt into him. You want to forget what he said, what he did, the years you spent building your life out of ashes while he disappeared into shadows.

But the heat of him, the taste of something you thought you’d lost forever - it’s real. Way too real.

You finally pull back, breath hitching between your lips, forehead resting against his. Your eyes squeeze shut. His hand hasn’t left your face, yours still clutch his shirt holding on for dear life.

“Do you really think I left without keeping my eyes open for you? I always knew that even though you were with Dante, you were safe. I made sure nothing happens to you.”

Your breath is still tangled with his when he pulls away, slow and reluctant, like parting hurts more than he’ll admit. His eyes linger on your lips for a fraction of a second longer before he straightens, composed once more, his expression folding back into that unreadable, distant mask.

But this close, you can see it. The fracture in the armor. The grief stitched into the corners of his mouth. The longing he’s trying, rather failing, to hide.

Then he says it. Flat. Quiet. Honest in the most infuriating way:

"I never stopped. I couldn’t. The path I’ve chosen... it demands sacrifice. You. Dante. Everything."

You jerk back slightly, stunned by the cold clarity of his voice, by his words that just don’t make sense in your head.

"So that's it? You chose this? Everything, us, was just a casualty?"

His jaw tightens.

“Don’t simplify it.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing.”

Your voice cracks like glass under pressure of rough reality.

“Turning all of it into a clean, cold cost-benefit analysis. I wasn’t a number on some fucking list, Vergil!”

“I know,” he replies sharply, the simple answer cutting through your anger like a blade.

He’s breathing hard now. Not from exhaustion, but from restraint. From trying to keep everything he’s feeling in check. But oh he fails so miserably at the moment, standing in front of you while almost devouring you with his eyes.

“You were... comfort. Peace. A weakness I couldn’t afford. And I hated myself for needing you.”

You laugh bitterly, swiping a hand across your face.

“Well, congratulations. You got strong. Alone. Mission accomplished.”

For a second, the tension spikes again - until his hand finds your wrist, fingers curling just tight enough to keep you from backing away again.

“I’m not here to be forgiven,” he mutters, eyes narrowing like he's trying to memorize you.

“I didn’t come back for that.”

“Then why did you come back?"

Silence. Heavy. Awful. Devouring.

“Because I knew I would see you. And I needed to know… if there was anything left. Of you. Of us.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief. He was always this cool and composed, always looking for that higher aim instead of listening to his heart like Dante and you tented to.

“What would you have done if there wasn’t?”

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t make a single move.

“Buried it. Like everything else.”

“God, you’re exhausting.”

A ghost of a smirk tugs at his lips - small, controlled, but it's there. It vanishes almost immediately when he catches sight of your burning eyes though.

"I’m still going through with it. The plan. The throne. The power I’ve sought - it’s within reach now. And I can’t afford distractions.”

You nod slowly, jaw clenched.

“Then you’re still the same Vergil who ran. Just with more scars.”

He leans in, and you hate the way your pulse flutters, hate the part of yourself that still aches for him, still knows every breath he takes like a second skin.

“I may be the same,” he whispers, “but I remember what you said. That day. Under the wisteria. I didn’t forget it.”

You exhale shakily.

“Then why are you doing this? Why keep walking down this road?”

“Because I have to. But don’t mistake that for indifference.”

You close your eyes, your voice barely audible.

“I don’t forgive you.”

“I know.”

“But I still... care.”

“I know.”

You open your eyes again, and his hand slides down your arm, slow, hesitant, until his fingers brush yours. He doesn’t take your hand. He just lingers there, waiting for you to move.

You don’t take his either.

But you don’t walk away.

“Don’t you dare thinking I’ll let you walk away like that, I’ll haunt you down and kill you myself if I have to.”

He let’s out a shaky laugh – an unusual sound for someone as composed as Vergil.

“I am counting on that.”

Bonus:

You shouldn’t be here.

But do you have another choice when none other than your former-friend-now-kinda-lover decided to hold his twin brother hostage who happens to be one of your only friends? Not really.

You creep through the building’s underbelly, heart pounding loud enough to echo. You know Dante’s alive. You can feel it. He always bounces back, even if his opponent is Vergil.

And gods, do you need him to.

You find him chained - arms spread, shirt torn, breathing heavy but alive. He grins when he sees you, his eyes shooting towards you in an instant.

“Didn’t think you were dumb enough to come and get me,” he comments with a wince.

“Guess I was wrong.”

“You were,” you snap, shooting the cuffs off with practiced aim. He collapses into you, heavy and warm.

But before you can catch your breath-

“He’ll be here.”

You both turn.

Vergil.

Stillness spirals around him like smoke. That same unreadable calm, hiding whatever hellfire he’s buried beneath his skin. Yamato is sheathed, but that means nothing. His presence alone could kill if he wanted it to. And yet your heart almost beats out of your chest in sheer excitement.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t run,” he declares to you.

His voice is quiet, wounded, in a way only you can hear.

“You gave me no reason to stay,” you reply, lifting your chin.

“Still,” he murmurs, stepping closer, “you came back.”

“I came for Dante.”

Your lie cuts both ways. He flinches, just slightly, but it's enough for both you and Dante to clearly notice. Oh, how much you’d love to wrap your arms around that jerk, to kiss him the way you did back then on the battlefield. But that’s not what you’re here for. You need to get Dante out of here before worse things happen. And Vergil definitely won’t let you get away with him that easily.

You pull something from your pocket. Small, round, smooth. The perfect distraction.

Vergil tilts his head as you hold it between your fingers - silver glinting under the broken light.

“What is that?” he asks.

You toss it to him. He catches it without thinking, his eyes fall to the object in his palm.

A grenade pin.

His head jerks up.

You’re already moving.

“Marry me,” you call, voice like gunfire wrapped in silk.

“Or get the hell out of my way!”

And before he can process the words, you grab his collar, stand on your toes-

And kiss him.

Fast, soft, stolen like the moment you never got to have. The promise of something buried under everything broken. His lips are cold but they don’t pull away.

He doesn’t move.

But you are forced to.

You shove him back, grab Dante’s wrist, and run.

“Did you just propose with a live grenade?”

Dante whistles as you both sprint for the gate, laughter catching on his tongue.

“Hey,” you shout back, “he likes things that blow up in his face.”

Behind you, Vergil stands rooted in the dust and echo, grenade pin clutched in his hand.

And the barest trace of your kiss still burning on his mouth.

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cherryrikis · 9 months ago

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HEAVY HEART

PAIRING football captain!bf jake x fem reader

WARNINGS swearing, dehydration, mentions of jake killing himself (but its just a reference to an argument), a lot of break up talk (spoiler alert - this is not foreshadowing), jake’s kinda depressed, crying and a lot more kinds of sappy stuf

GENRE angst, fluff, also not proofread

SYNOPSIS jake returns home nearly 3 weeks post argument, only to find the house empty. to the public, it seemed you two were broken up, but he denied it. your relationship couldn’t end like this. when you finally do come back, you don’t expect jake to be sleeping in your once shared bed. and you definitely don’t expect him to beg for forgiveness.

part 1 is here. but this can be read as a standalone!

to jake, the world seemed colorless without you.

anything and everything you both once shared a love for, seemed to dull with only one person.

the flowers he bought you over a month ago had wilted, with no one to take care of them.

when jake returned to your shared apartment the day after the argument, he didn’t think you’d be the one to leave. at least, that’s what it seemed like. you didn’t technically leave, just, away from the house.

luckily, jake was able to find out through heeseung that you’ve been staying at yizhuo’s house. at least you were safe.

she’ll come back. she just needs time. he often reminded.

but days bled into weeks, into nearly a month that you’ve been gone, and jake found himself longing for you even more than before.

jake’s usual routine was to brush his teeth, change his clothes, and lie down in bed as he hugged your pillow (now stained with his tears).

his hair was so nappy, it had gone days, nearly a week, without being brushed out.

jake had grown accustomed to this sad usual cycle. but he still wasn’t used to being by himself. at least, not used to being without you.

so when he heard the faint click of the lock at the front door, he jumped up in shock. jake immediately discarded the depressed pillow and ran up to you with your luggage and all.

he pulled you into a tight hug, nearly forgetting the current situation all because he missed you being in his hold. jake realized how much he took you for granted. he just wanted his girlfriend back.

but it wasn’t that easy.

“oh, sorry..” he cleared his throat as he felt you gently try to pull away.

with the space between you two, you could see his features more clearly. your heart ached as you examined his pale face.

the more you looked at him, the more you realized there were three things for certain. one, jake most likely hasn’t gone outside since he came back home from jay’s (due to how pale he appeared and how cold his skin felt).

two, jake hasn’t been sleeping well, if he had even slept at all, due to all the crying he’s done (thanks to his dark circles and puffy eyes).

three, he’s missed you so much beyond compare, you nearly felt the slightest bit of sympathy for him (your discarded pillow on the floor made it clear as you walked into the once shared bedroom).

��can we talk please?” jake croaked out with a sore voice, as he’s had no reason to use it in the last few weeks.

he continued to follow you around the room as you walked over to the closet, tossing your heavy luggage inside of it.

“i know you haven’t been doing well. i heard jungwon and heeseung tried to visit. but you never answered.” you ignored, as you reached up to pull jake’s old sweater (which you stole) off the hanger.

he watched you struggle for a little while, before ultimately grabbing it for you. “thanks.” you murmured, pulling the soft cotton material over your head.

“y/n-” jake started, only for you to cut him off again. “and sunghoon. jay as well. jay and sunghoon actually were the ones who called me, convinced me to come over.”

you briefly looked up at your boyfriend, pausing your actions before moving back down to continue unpacking your luggage.

“y/n..” he trailed off. you acted as if you hadn’t heard him though, focusing on unpacking your bags.

“y/n!” jake called out. his head had been pounding with dehydration now. he wasn’t sure if he was yelling or whispering. the sudden change in behavior had you turning around entirely as you flinched.

“please, baby girl. y/n. can’t we just talk?” he begged. jake watched as you stood up from the ground, before following you as you walked passed him, across the room.

“whats there to talk about? i thought i nagged you so much to the point you ‘wanted to kill yourself’.” you quoted back to your previous argument that caused this distance between you.

jake grabbed you by your arm, forcefully turning you around so you could face him. but when he finally met your gaze, he took note of your glossy eyes, realizing the amount of tears you were holding back.

“jakey. all those things you said were unbelievable, and incredibly hurtful, jake. you can’t just expect me to forgive you. i just.. need more time.” you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration as you plopped down onto the bed.

“even more time then this last month?” he asked, taking a seat next to you.

“yes jake! even more time than that! you don’t understand how much damage you really did to me. i came here with a heavy heart, not even sure if i wanted to be around you. but when i heard from your friends how poorly you were taking care of yourself, i couldn’t just leave you.” you sniffled.

jake reached up to wipe your tears, but you slapped his arm away, moving to wipe your cheek with the back of your hand.

he gave you your space, watching you scoot further away so you had easier access to the tissue box on the floor. the moment was still before he finally spoke up again.

"i'm not asking for forgiveness, im asking you to hear me out. please, my angel girl. im begging you. i want you to know how sorry i am." jake's eyes too began to water.

he watched your face as you hesitated to let the words out, before you finally moved back closer towards him.

"okay. we can talk." you whisper, before grabbing your forgotten pillow off the floor.

“i was just.. so filled with stress, and anger. between failing so many classes, grades dropping, and coach saying i had terrible performance in the last few games, i wasn’t sure if what to do.” jake paused, watching to see if you were paying attention. you nodded in response, gesturing for him to continue.

“i guess i’m just saying i wasn’t able to handle the stress of a relationship back then. if i couldn’t be happy, i had no idea how to make you happy. and i was mad at myself for disappointing you. mad at you for being disappointed in me. everything just kinda came out in the moment. whether you heard it or not, i felt so guilty for saying something i didn’t mean to say.” he sighed.

“oh, my poor jake,” you pouted, moving to rest your head on his shoulder. “baby, if you were going through all of this, you should’ve told me. i know you hate to talk but there aren’t things you can go through alone. and sure, i may have been upset with you for forgetting or missing dates and not communicating, but never disappointed. never ever was i disappointed in you.”

“i guess i should work on that. i just hate confrontation.” he sighed. the two of you chuckled in unison. “it’s okay, i’ll help you out. baby steps, my love.”

“i’m just so scared of hurting you again,” jake started once more. “you’re just so fragile, so delicate to me, you know? i hate the thought of putting you through all that shit again. because i love you. so i want to be more open with you.”

you were glad jake wanted to change for the better, and for you. but you couldn’t lie when you said your stomach dropped a little at the thought of all that he said. but in the long duration you spent apart, it’s clear he’d been thinking about what he wanted to say. he had matured. jake reassured you it won’t happen again, and that’s all you needed. his reassurance.

jake pulls you down, so that the two of you are lying flat on the soft bed. you attempt to sit up, only to be brought back down as jake took your pillow out your hands.

“let me go cook something for us baby.” you hum as he began to pepper kisses all across your cheeks, your forehead, and jawline.

but jake only held you tighter, pulling you closer toward his now warm body (if even possible). “just stay with me mama. you’ve been gone for so long and you already want to leave.” he whined. you chuckle in response, before finally meeting him halfway and pressing a kiss on his plump, dry lips.

"you still have my pillow." you raise a brow.

jake sat up slightly, to throw your pillow across the room. "you don't need it. you have me." he replied, before leaning back down so he could bring your head to lay on his chest.

you smile as you felt his heartbeat begin to beat faster. you were home, and all was forgiven for now. that’s all that mattered.

maybe dinner could wait.

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leehanascent · 10 months ago

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Mr. Nice Guy, Fresh Guy

𐙚 sypnosis let me introduce myself, nice guy, fresh guy of the night (alright) everybody tells you better watch out girl.

꒰ png flirty!HAN TAESAN x fem!reader , fluff , neighbours to lovers , coworkers to lovers , mutual pinning , flirty taesan , lower case intended . cw petnames. wc 890 words, proofread ꒱

yu notes : oh no i think i have the taesan brainrot 👻 shout out to @sanaxo-o for proofreading this, without her this would actually flop 😵‍💫 thank you sm hon <33

𐙚 Wednesday

“let me (re)introduce myself, nice guy, fresh guy of the neighbourhood.” taesan raises his eyebrows in a flirty manner, his hands sliding through his hair in a slick motion before leaning once more on the fence separating his and your front-yard. you hold in a chuckle, nodding. as you glance his way, soon looking away, your focus still solely on the plants in your yard, badly needing your care after being left for so long by the previous owner.

“so..” taesan continues, clicking his tongue watching you curiously. “you free this weekend? you know since i helped you and all” hearing this, your head snaps towards his direction not believing the words escaping his mouth. taesan simply shoots you a wink, and you can't help but to chuckle. your head returning to it's original position, fixed on the plants.

thinking about it, his words were true. he did help you with stuff (moving things around to your new house, since he's strong and all;) and what's the hurt in repaying the favour and let him take you out? wait.. is this a date? “i can make time for you.” you reply to his words, which did take a bit longer than it's supposed to be. a shit eating grin slowly appears in taesan's face. so shitty you can feel it from the back of your head actually, “i can feel your stupid grin from here” you roll your eyes playfully, looking back at him spraying a bit of water his way.

taesan laughs as he dodges the water you're spraying mercilessly towards him. “is this your way to repay my deeds?”—”no but it would be if our hang out isn't a date” “oh.” taesan stops dodging the water fully just standing there while staring right at your eyes. a little smirk on his face. oh how bad you want to wipe it away from his stupidly handsome face. taesan lets out a chuckle, about to jump over the fence. “i'll spray you with the jet if you get any closer!!”—”fine!!”

𐙚 Thursday

“can you rate how excited are you for the date from 9 to 10?” taesan appears behind you, whispering close to you. his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down to your spine making you almost jolt out in surprise. “a hello would be nice??!”—”hello” you roll your eyes, sighing as you shake your head in disbelief. what the hell is he doing in the ladies locker room? “what are you doing here? it's the ladies lock—” you pause, oh there's no such thing as a ladies locker here. a smirk grows on taesan face, leaning in on the lockers.

“this is not the changing room babe” you scrunch your nose looking away, feeling heat from your neck slowly going up your cheeks from the embarrassment. oh how you wish to just dissappear under a big rock. “don't call me that.” you utter, going back to your locker to continue arranging your stuff. “oh sorry, i was just warming up. who knows i'll use it often in the future” your whole face is crimson red by now, forcing you to exit the shared locker room “hey wait you haven't rate the date yet!” “it's still in two days!!” “well should we do it now?”

𐙚 Friday

“one more day.” taesan teasingly whispers, his voice entering your ear gently and swiftly exiting the place as if nothing had happened. as if he didn't relentlessly tease you today, and as if his words wouldn't bother you the whole day and of course not forgetting the playful wink he'd send you before going out through the door. this is really bad for your heart. it's the second day of your shift here on the pizza store, but you're already pondering whether to quit or not. he really knows your weak spots. you thank the universe for making him work in the delivery rather than cashier or anything else involving being close to you 24/7. cause you would definitely would not survive.

𐙚 D-DAY(TE)

taesan rests his head on the palm of his hand looking at you intently as you twirl the pasta around your fork nervously. “look at my eyes” you give him a quick glance before holding in your laugh, looking back at your plate. “stop looking at me that way!”—“with these sexy eyes of mine?” you roll your eyes playfully still not looking his way. “oh come on just give in my shawty”—“shut up!!” taesan let out a small ‘ouch’ when you nudge his legs with your own under the table. he soon laughs holding his hand up in surrender. “atleast you're looking at my eyes now.”

you smile, okay, maybe his eyes are... what's the word? sexy? no, not that, but whatever the way to describe his shining, shimmering eyes, you wouldn't be able to say it out loud. it would obviously bruise your ego. “swooned by the nice guy's charm?” taesan raises his eyebrows, a mischievous smile overcoming his lips. yeah, that's it his eyes are charming, and yes, you probably did get swooned by the ‘nice guy's charm.’

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mephist00o · 1 month ago

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SAY YES

Availbe on ao3 [banner by mee]

desc: just equal amount of longing from you and sev with a surprise at the end :)

word count: 1.7k

tags: POC!reader in mind, established relationship, cowboy!sevika, wholesomeness, non-toxic yuri 👩🏾‍❤️‍👩🏿, reader lightly mentions rough upbringing with their sexuality

a/n: I love writing Sevika this way SOSOSO much, has to pull through for pride month but expect more fluffy Sevika content 🫶🏾 hope u all enjoy!

"You're radiant."

Your face blushes at her words. Sevika can't believe that you were actually with her.

The early mornings are the best parts of Sevika's day. The beautiful view from outside your shared farmhouse, on top of the even more beautiful view of you? Well, Sevika would have to be as wild as a house on wheels to not love that.

The vibrant shine of the sun hits your skin perfectly and you're just sitting there, dolling yourself up. Not for her, no. You just wanted to feel pretty. Which was crazy in Sevika's mind since you might as well be a goddess.

That's one of the things she loves about you, how you value your individuality. She sees you as one of a kind, a diamond in a world full of rocks, truly breathtaking.

The way you part your hair, your eyes, the way you stick your tongue out when your really focused on something, the smile you only show around her, anything and everything you do makes her feel like she's hit the jackpot in love.

Sevika's eyes continue scanning your movements. You can feel her intense gaze burning through you. Not to say you didn't enjoy it, of course not. It just takes some time to get used to.

Behind you, you hear your shared bed creak and feel calloused hands wrap themselves around you.

You peer your head to the side, taking in her smell.

"What, Sev?"

"Hmm? Can't I just enjoy being m'a girl's presence?"

She kisses your cheek swiftly.

You lean into the kiss and continue doing your eyeliner. You're preparing to meet up with some friends for a girl's trip, something Sevika suggested to you. Or, more like frantically begging you to go out with them. Something is up. It was as plain as the ears on a mule.

Sevika eventually leaves you to your business and starts to get ready for the day.

In the reflection of your vanity, the outline of her v-line catches your attention as you slowly start forgetting you're even doing your makeup. Sevika notices it. She doesn't tease you though, instead she just smiles to herself.

After a bit more ogling, you're about to get dressed, but before you can pick an outfit out, Sevika interjects.

"Oh actually, I know you're going out today, and I thought you'd like this outfit I bought you."

She hands you a gorgeous ensemble. It was an off the shoulder floral dress with pink roses across the hem of the skirt. It also included a gorgeous matching set of gold earrings and a necklace.

"just a little something, nothin' to fancy." You smile at her extremely adorable shyness.

"Sev! I absolutely love it." You lean in and sweetly kiss her cheek.

After you finished getting ready, you in your new outfit (via Sevika's request), and Sevika in a simple white tank with overalls and boots, you and Sevika start off your days.

You can't remember the last time you felt so free. Doing mundane farm work and living on a farm wasn't something you ever saw yourself doing, growing up in cities, but it brought such serenity into your life. You don't tell Sevika often, but you truly do thank her for being such a stable anchor to lean on.

Growing up having to hide almost every part of yourself for people who were supposed to love you unconditionally took a huge toll on your mental. Sevika gave you the freedom to truly be yourself without holding it against you. You loved her for that.

After reminiscing on you and Sevika's time together, you make your way to the front porch, waiting on your friends to pick you up. You can't help but take glances at Sevika working. The way her arms flexed while hauling up the sheep had you flustered. Honestly, seeing Sev do any manual labor has you going crazy.

Sevika's a painting, sweaty mess as she comes back over and sits next to you. You and her just enjoy each others presence for a bit before you interrupt the silence,

"Sev, my friends aren't here yet, I can still help you out y'know? I know how much the chickens give you trouble and-"

Sevika puts her hand up to your face and insists,

"Y/N, save part of your breath for breathing. And besides, what kinda lover would I be if I had my lady dent one limb on that pretty little body of hers?" A hand gently caresses your face.

You look at her, take in her features. Her sunken eyes cast shadow on her luminous tanned skin. Along with her smooth southern accent, everything about her made you weak in the knees.

You looked at her lovingly before changing the subject again. Your eyes hid something mischievous in them as you looked at Sevika.

"Speaking of, keep dressing like that and I'm not so sure I'll be able to handle myself..."

Looking at her chosen apparel, you fully start checking her out. She raises a brow and smiles, challenging you.

"Oh yeah? S'That a promise, doll?"

"Maybe it is..."

You cheekily turn away and hear Sevika laugh along to your antics. Does she even realize the things she does to you?

A brief pause happens between you too, but your thoughts are both quickly interrupted by the honk of your friend's car horn. She jokingly tells you and Sevika to get a room before beckoning you over. You laugh, kiss Sevika goodbye, and head out with your friend's

...

One large shopping spree, two movies, and a sweet treat (or two) later and you finally make it back home.

You were excited to show off what new stuff you bought at the mall to Sevika, but before you could call out to her you felt yourself step on something. An envelope. On top, it says OPEN ME in a big red pen. You open the letter, curiosity coursing through you.

'Hide and seek! Catch me if you can!'

What's she playing at?

You laugh a bit to yourself, being used to her silliness. You decided to play along and enter your shared home.

Roses cloud your vision. They're hanging across your ceilings along with various candles adorned with the potent scent of vanilla all around the home. The whole house looked like something out of a Disney movie.

A sign with red spray paint catches your attention and you turn to read it.

This way!

You follow the mysterious signs directions and make it to the next checkpoint. You start to wonder what this surprise could be. If Sevika's spending THIS much time it must be important.

Almost there babe!

You see the sign has an arrow next to it, leading you to your shared bedroom. Your patience is growing a bit thin. You gently turn the doorknob. What is so important that she sent out a whole wild maze-

You halt your movements.

Then, before you know it, their Sevika is. Standing in front of you in your bedroom, your favorite song lightly humming in the background, and rose petals shaped in a heart lay beneath your feet. She's replaced her wife pleaser with a black blazer and a loose-fitted burgundy button down. Your favorite color on her. She smelled like dark oak and cologne.

Sevika's hands are behind her while she's looking at you like you're her entire world. She strides her way towards you with hope oozing out of her eyes.

"Y/N L/N, I've dreaming about this day since I finally became yours,"

You can't help but laugh. Is this seriously happening?

"For the past few years, I've been trying to muster up the courage to even ask you this. Let alone trying to plan this whole thing out without you knowing."

Sevika chuckles a bit.

"I'll have to thank F/N later."

"You all were in on this?!"

No wonder. You mentally note that you're gonna be screaming at your friends later.

"Anyways, I wanted to make sure I said the right things to you. You're the strongest person I know, and it hurts me to know that you weren't treated like the goddess I know you as. You deserve to have poems written about you, love songs. And, we all know I'm no poet but..."

Sevika holds on to your (now trembling) hands and presses them to her lips. She stayed like that for a few moments then took a long, slow breath in.

"But you're my peace, my love. And I'll be damned if I miss my chance at telling you that."

Tears fall uncontrollably out your eyes as you try to think of something, anything to say. You and Sevika both giggle together at the sweet situation. Sevika lowers herself down on one knee before you, eyes filled with utter devotion.

"So, will you do this cowboy an honor and marry her?"

She pulls out a velvet wrapped box. Inside it, a gorgeous moonstone wedding ring held together by a golden band. It's the most beautiful ring you've ever seen

Your heart feels like it's swelling out of your chest. You force yourself to muster out a reply, Sevika still looking up at you patiently.

"Oh 'Vika, of course I will!"

You grab her face and kiss her before she can even get the ring on you. You both smile into the kiss as bliss completely engulfs the both of you. You couldn't be happier.

...

You both continue to hold each other through the night. Not a moment passes where you don't feel completely and utterly in love. You ended up forgetting all about the stuff you bought. That was nothing compared to this.

Eventually you both get cleaned up and make your way to bed. As you lay down various thoughts keep running through your head. When are you gonna start planning the actual event? How much will it cost?

Sevika looks at you, noticing your head being up in the clouds.

"You can worry about telling your friends and family about the engagement tomorrow," Sevika whispers to you.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, I got you."

You hum in response, continuing to latch on to her warmth, and you both sleep the night away. Know that as long as Sevika's around, everything will be alright.

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reverie-starlight · 7 months ago

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"oikawa being into space was just a headcanon" "oikawa liking aliens was so fanon" well space nerd oikawa is real to ME. he theorizes about aliens in my HEART.

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. literally one suggestive line and that's it. this is so short and lazy, and secretly just an excuse for me to share some space facts I learned recently. reader and oikawa talk about aliens. any astronomers or casual space enjoyers, feel free to either correct me or drop more cool space facts! haven't written for this guy in a while, I m*ss him ://

"did you know that earth chirps?"

you and oikawa are laying in bed together and staring at the ceiling after a long week, neither of you able to turn your minds off long enough to relax and let slumber take over.

you hear shuffling and assume he turned over to face you. "really?" he asks, clearly interested. "I thought sound couldn't travel in space?"

you make a noise of confirmation. "mhm. it doesn't travel, but everything still emits noise. it's just recorded through radio waves and stuff."

"and earth chirps?" you hear enthusiasm start to creep into his voice, his energy spreading to you as well. this often happens on sleepless nights with him- you either turn to... cardio or end up talking with him for hours until one of you falls asleep mid conversation.

and since it's a warm summer night in argentina, tonight will definitely only consist of the latter.

you forget for a moment that it's dark and he can't see you well when you nod. "well, that's how I would describe the sound. is that not the most mother nature-y thing you've ever heard?"

he props himself up on one arm and looks down at you. "okay, now you have to show me that video you saw."

and you do. once he's listened, you see his eyes glowing not only because of the screen, but out of excitement as well. "that's so cool!"

you nod again and sit up with him, smiling. "and I saw this other really cool video about other space sounds- two black holes merging sounds like a water droplet."

you show him that video too, and he shakes his head in amazement. "isn't space just so interesting?"

you toy with your phone for a bit. "I, um... since we can't sleep... I have a whole bunch of other facts-" you start, and just as you're wondering if it's stupid to ask him if he wants to continue the conversation or if you should just let it fizzle out naturally, he cuts you off.

"I want to hear them all, mi vida. you know I do."

you grin and settle in, telling him all about neptune's atmospheric layers, how it's mantle is made up of a water-ammonium ocean that hails diamonds at a certain depth. you mention that saturn has a hexagonal storm just above it's north pole, and that other storms appear on the planet every twenty to thirty years.

somehow you get onto the topic of aliens, something you've both already discussed in depth when you were first getting to know each other all those years ago, but with your new knowledge comes the development of new questions.

and oikawa listens to every last one of your late night rambles. partially because he is genuinely interested in the topic at hand... but mostly because he's an attentive and caring partner and loves hearing your thoughts on everything.

he adores the way your mind works and how you jump from theory to theory, cutting yourself off with a new thought as soon as you think of it. he admires the vibrancy in your tone, excitement bleeding into your words whenever he responds that slowly tapers off into sleepiness.

in the dark he watches your outline lower down onto your pillow and laughs to himself about how adorable you are.

at least one of you will be getting a good night's sleep.

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this is short and rushed bc something came up earlier, BUT AS PROMISED, HERE IT IS!!!

@dira333 :D

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader fluff #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #toru oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff

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sakrafka · 3 months ago

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I love your art so much, it inspires me to draw in my own style that isn't influenced by other popular styles typically liked. I love how you use vibrant colors, and the silhouettes of the critters you make are so fun. I also only got Tumblr so I could view all the art you post. 🤭❤️ But, I just wanted to ask how you developed your art style, if you had any influences growing up, and generally how it came to be. THANK YOU‼️‼️

Thank you so much for the kind message :DD I really appreciate you!! Multiple people have asked me this before so I'll try giving a more detailed answer!

I have been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil, I'm autistic and drawing has always been my "safe-space" and the only thing that really relaxes me! I think my main inspirations that affected my style the most were the Dragonology books, I had them when I was little and I was obsessed. I kept tracing over all the art and mimicking the style (around 8-10 years old). Petson and Findus is another one! I first started sharing my art and seeing online artist at the age of 17; I made a Deviantart and I really loved Z-doodler and Picolo-kun (I think those were their names?). I'm also obsessed with Károly Reich, I grew up on books illustrated by him! These things specifically don't really inspire my art anymore, but the basic foundation of it was, I think, built on these styles!

Then, for some reason I got obsessed with trying to develop an art style that is unique to only me, as much as that's possible. I regularly sat down, and tried to create new stylistic choices by forcefully thinking of new ways of drawing. I tried to forget everything I know, and come up with new ways to convey something.

I also have an "inspiration folder", with random pieces of art. I sometimes took 4-5 pieces that were my favorite, and tried to adapt little stylistic choices from their art to mine, and combine them. I did this very sparingly, because I don't want my art to look like anyone else's (again, as much as that's possible, since styles overlap and stuff)!

I developed certain characteristics in my art style that I have never seen before, for example the way I shade with these little triangle shapes. This is something that I "came up with" and didn't see anywhere before. They only started appearing a few weeks after I started sharing my art with this shading, and all the people who did it were followers of mine haha (it is completely possible that someone else did this before me as well, though - I'm only saying that this is something that, as far as I know, I came up with!). I'm attaching a screenshot of the shading I'm talking about:

So yeah, I would really love to try and make up new things that are unique to me (again, as much as that is possible), and I don't have any specific inspirations as of right now; the most inspiring things to me are totally random things, like a nice leaf, a song, or anything really! I have that type of imagination, I don't know the name, where I can rotate the apple in full HD 4K and even smell it lmao. So it often happens that random pictures just pop up in my head, completely unprompted, and I often draw these.

Also, I know my current art style is not very unique; this is because in recent years I focused on making my art style a bit more "digestable". I started selling my art, and I became a bit forced to make things that *most* people like. So, it is very hard to balance my will to make an art style that is super unique to me, while also drawing in a way that is nice for most people and easily consumable. But if you srcoll back to the beginning of my blog, you can see more unique pieces where I really tried to experiment!

Here are some artists that I like, aside from the ones I mentioned! (all instagram handles)

esztter_t

sournoodl

artkaisucks

lillaboleczillustration

foliveli

salamispots

clarelewlew

tudi.juli

gyunyuya

clara_winnie_

apple_toast And many more probably!

#sakrafka ask

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azrielbrainrot · 5 months ago

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Moonlit Shadows - Act II

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Description: When tasked to find the once famed Temple of the Moon Goddess, Azriel only expected to find old forgotten ruins, if anything at all. He could have never imagined that not only would he find a temple but also someone who would change his life forever.

Tropes/Tags: Star Crossed Lovers (in a way), Forbidden Romance, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, some Angst with a Happy Ending

Warnings: hints of angst, tiny bit suggestive, making out?

Word Count: 8,7k

Rating: 18+

Notes: This part was running even longer than the first one so I split it into two parts and my plans for this story to only have 3 parts have changed into 4. I can't help myself in adding little details to this story, I love these two so much. Also just realized how long it has been since the first part, I'm so sorry for how long it took. Hope you enjoy!

Act I

It's almost unbelievable how much life can change within two weeks, to the point Azriel can hardly remember what it was like to live without a mate, without you. This is only the third time he has come to the temple after you agreed to give the bond a try, and he's already eternally glad you did. Sitting on the steps to the temple, watching the sun set over the mountain while his mate told him about her life was now a normal occurrence. He truly couldn't believe his luck.

Not even a month ago, Azriel would have spent the time he had between missions either training himself to exhaustion or simply doing some more spy work behind his High Lord's back. Every family dinner or outing was plagued by his cruel thoughts, always murmuring about his unworthiness while he watched his friends happy and in love, never allowing him a moment of reprieve. But now he got to meet his mate, talk to her for hours and learn her innermost thoughts. By the Mother, he was even contemplating asking Rhys for some time off for the first time in his life so he could see you more often.

“It's impossible to get tired of this view,” you murmur, taking in the barely visible sun rays as the sky turns different shades of pink and orange. As cliché as it sounds, Azriel thought the same thing as he watched you.

He manages to drag his eyes away from your beautiful, peaceful face, studying the view you'd shared with him. You were right, this view could easily rival Velaris at night. Since the temple sat at the top of the mountain, you could see the entire forest from here, and, as beautiful as the sunset had been, he knows the moonlight brings out the true beauty of this place, and yours as well. It's almost unbelievable how you could become even more captivating than you already were, he could hardly take his eyes off you when the moon rays were shining down on you, reflecting on your white hair and adding an even more intense twinkle to your white, silvery eyes.

“How long have you been living here?”

“Almost four hundred years,” you say, nibbling on the biscuits the temple provided at the wave of your hand. He had learned the temple shared a similar spell to the House of Wind and Rhys' cabin. “I was almost thirty when I came.”

The thought of you locked in this temple for that long brings up memories of the dark cell his father kept him in when he was a child, but he tries to shake them away quickly. You were here of your own free will, and as far as he could tell you rather enjoyed living in the temple. This place couldn't be compared to the cell he'd been in any way.

He hopes you didn't catch where his thoughts went, this bond is hard to control most of the time and feelings often filter through unattended. It's because of the feelings the bond brings up that he often finds himself thinking of those moments he has been trying to forget for centuries as well. It almost feels like the bond is prying open everything he has kept locked away, wanting to lay him bare before his mate.

Still, it was hard to believe that you would be completely satisfied living hidden away, no matter how shiny your cage or how fulfilling your role in the temple was. He enjoys his quiet time a lot more than the average person, something even his family doesn't understand at times, but he can't imagine what it's like to live alone for centuries, with no one's company but your own. Azriel couldn't have survived with only his thoughts as company, not when his mind is such an ugly place, even his duty wouldn't keep him alive then.

You smile up at him before he has the chance to put his worries into the right words. “I know what you're thinking. It gets lonely up here, I can't deny that, and I know I've missed a lot of experiences over the course of my life, some that I might never get the chance to relive, but I've always been happy up here.”

“Do you have any family left? Friends?”

“No. Any friends I had before coming here have probably long forgotten about me, some might not even be alive anymore,” you look at him then, hesitation making itself known in your tone and mannerisms. He might have overstepped without meaning to.

“My parents passed away a few decades ago. They came to visit me as much as they could, and we'd send each other letters every few weeks. They came by to spend every Solstice and birthday with me.” You let out a small laugh, “Once they had a little fight and my mom just showed up here with a bag full of clothes and a couple boxes of cupcakes.” You look down at your hands, a lump forming in your throat, “They're the ones I miss the most.”

“I'm sorry.”

There was a tight feeling coiling around his chest, but he can't quite pinpoint if it was his own response to you being sad or if your feelings were bleeding into his own. All he knew is that he wanted to put a smile back on your face.

“It's okay. They were both close to a millennia old and lived their life to the fullest. I would have liked to be with them in their final moments, but it wouldn't have changed anything.”

“Is it really impossible for you to leave? Even at times like those?”

You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the emotion talking about your parents' deaths evoked. “Yes, being bound to the temple is part of the oath I made. I'm not entirely sure what would happen if I actually managed to break the wards, but I would lose my powers and wouldn't be able to come back at the very least.”

The emphasis you put into the final words told him you thought more would happen. Breaking an oath with a God could very well be fatal, since even a regular bargain made between fae can take someone's life if not fulfilled. He feels a string tightening around his heart as it usually does when he's reminded of your predicament. You will never leave this temple, and, as much as he wants to respect your wishes, he can't help but mourn what your life could have been, what the two of you could have been. There's so much he wishes he could show you, beautiful places he wants to take you to, and people he wishes you could meet.

“There were times when it was hard to be stuck here.” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts, finding you've turned around, sitting cross-legged as you face him. “Obviously it was hard when my parents died, though the Goddess allowed their ashes to be brought to me so I could scatter them on this mountain,” your eyes travel to his wings, lingering on a few scars that will never leave the leathery skin, “I think it was even harder to bear when Amarantha came into Prythian and imprisoned the High Lords, and then when the war with Hybern broke out.”

You let silence fall between you for a few moments, eyes falling down onto your hands, kneading your left palm with your thumb as the first rays of moonlight made the aura around you more noticeable, a faint white light glowing around your entire body. He hopes it's not sacrilegious to think so, but you truly looked like a Goddess in this moment. His eyes fall onto your hands as well, debating on reaching to hold them in his warm ones when you resume your explanation.

“This power the Goddess shared with me has made me very strong, enough so that She leaves the protection of the temple entirely to me, but the biggest downside is that I can't help outside these wards,” you look up into his eyes then, regret lacing into your words, “I could have helped you. If the oath that gave me these powers didn't include staying in this temple, I could have tried to placate Amarantha before she could take everyone Under the Mountain, or at the very least fight alongside you during the war. A lot of people wouldn't have lost their lives if I could have helped.”

He understands what you mean, he has fought even while injured multiple times, during this war even, not willing to stop when he knows he can help even if it cost him his life, so he knows that watching from afar knowing you could have made a difference had to have been extremely frustrating, but he also can't help but feel selfishly glad you weren't there. The war had been bloody and cruel, if he could he would shield you from that sight if it was the last thing he did.

“You said it was Fate that decided you were supposed to live in this temple and protect it, right?” You nod, confusion written on your face. “Then it wasn't your place to be in the war. The temple was written into your life, and the war was written into ours. There's nothing we can do to change our fate.”

He seems to have said the right thing as you watch his face, the pained expression you previously wore slowly being replaced with a happier one, a smile even making its way into your lips, not quite as bright as before but a good start nonetheless.

“I still wish I could have gone,” you say, a twinkle in your eye, “maybe then you would have been written into my life sooner.”

Azriel had never found himself blushing as often as he does when he's around you in the five hundred years he's been alive. The worst part is it seems like you're not doing it on purpose. You keep complimenting him, showing him how much you enjoy having him in your life effortlessly, as if it's simply in your nature. Still, he can clearly see how much you enjoy the fact that you can bring him to this state so easily, a proud expression obvious on your face as you watch color take over the tips of his ears. Luckily for him, it's extremely easy to turn you into a bashful mess as well.

He shifts his weight onto his palm, leaning closer to you, a swift and fast movement, that of a trained soldier. Your sweet, intoxicating scent assaults him instantly, images of how he would let it intertwine with his own invading his mind for a treacherous moment - the mating bond seldom lets him have a moment of peace. Your breath hitches under his attention, wide eyes locked onto his.

“We've been written into each other's lives from the moment we were born, before our world was created even.” Your eyes travel down to his lips for a beat, the movement was quick enough that he might have mistaken it if it weren't for your proximity. It brings a satisfied smile to his lips as he adds, “whether at the temple or on that battlefield I would have found my way to you. That I can promise you.”

The reaction you give him is nothing short of delicious. Mouth slightly agape as you struggle to maintain eye contact at his confession, the wild rhythm of your heartbeat ringing in his ears and down the bond. He decides to push his luck a bit and test the waters, leaning even closer, enough so that your warm breath meets his skin, eyes dropping to your lips before stealing a cookie from the plate that sat beside you, straightening up as he brings it to his mouth, giving you space once more. He can't help the smile from growing when he hears your intake of breath, eyes dropping to your lap and hands smoothing down your skirt as you try to regain composure.

On one hand, he almost feels bad for teasing you like this, knowing there's a big difference in how you have both led your lives up to this point, even if you're relatively close in age. He would also hate to make you feel actually uncomfortable in any way. But, on the other hand, he wants nothing more than to whisper the most depraved things he wants to do to you so he can watch desire take over your face, so he can erase any semblance of innocence away. Although knowing exactly how experienced or not you are will end up being pertinent information if you both choose to keep chasing this bond, Azriel decides to take mercy on you tonight and change the subject.

“What was your life like before coming here?”

Looking up at him with tinted cheeks and wide eyes, you blink a few times, taking you a moment to answer, probably not expecting him to ask you a question so soon or too lost in your thoughts - he briefly wonders if they're any similar to his. Azriel can almost feel the bond purring, that ancient, inexplicable tether delighted at both your reaction and his playfulness, at your closeness.

“I'd say I used to live a pretty normal life,” you start, focusing on his shadows as they played over the steps, still too embarrassed to keep his gaze, “I used to live in a fairly small town, one of those where everyone knows each other and nothing too exciting ever happens,” a nostalgic smile takes over your lips, remembering your childhood. Azriel wishes he could take you back there, have you show him around the place where you grew up.

“My parents owned a small bakery so I helped them around before coming here. I liked baking with them, I wasn't too bad at it either, though the early schedule wasn't my favorite, I always liked sleeping in.” You seem lost in thought for a moment before shrugging and continuing, “Outside of that I had a few friends and a couple of lovers… nothing special.”

Azriel tries to ignore the sick twist of jealousy he feels at the mention of past lovers, knowing it's completely unfair to you, and irrelevant to your relationship now, but that damned bond doesn't know the first thing about rationality. Rhysand wasn't kidding when he said the mating bond grates, at times it was almost suffocating.

“One of the things I miss the most from those times are my parents' pastries,” you pout slightly, a playful glint in your eyes, “I may be biased but they were delicious.”

“It might not be the same, but I can bring you some from Velaris,” he offers. “The bakeries in town are always putting out new delicious things. I'm sure you would love them.”

“I'd like that very much, Azriel,” you say, that blinding smile he loves so much returning to your lips, a smile of his own mirroring yours. His name sounds like heaven, hell, and everything in between falling from your lips.

“Next time I'll bring you some of my favorites,” he pauses, a thought occurring to him as he tilts his head, “Actually, I don't have too much of a sweet tooth so I'll bring you Cassian's favorites instead. I think you would much prefer the chocolate covered cakes he likes to eat than my lemon tarts.”

“It's a deal then,” you nod at him, extending your hand for him to take, Azriel doesn't resist even for a second, letting you shake his hand as if you were in fact making a business transaction. “And if you come empty-handed I might put in a word with the Goddess and not let you in.” He lets out a chuckle, squeezing your hand before reluctantly letting go, missing the warmth of your palm against his immediately. To think there would come a day where he would actually want someone to keep holding his hand.

“You can bring some of your lemon tarts too, I want to try what you like first,” you tilt your head, “but you're right, my favorite is always chocolate.”

Azriel chuckles, “Both it is.”

The rest of your time together is spent much like this, talking for hours about any and everything. By the time he forces himself to tell you he needs to go back to Velaris, the moon was already ready to make its way for the sun once more, and your eyelids were significantly heavier, trying your hardest to ignore your fatigue in favor of staying with him for as long as possible.

He never knows what to do or say when it's time to say goodbye to you. It's abundantly clear that neither of you want him to leave. There's also always a part of him that fears he won't be able to come back, that for whatever reason the Goddess decides he's not in need of the temple anymore and the wards keep him out of your reach.

Aside from that, your relationship has been walking the line between platonic and romantic from the first day. You wanted to keep your heart and his as safe as possible given the entire situation. He couldn't fault you for that, but that meant you were stuck acting like friends, as if a mating bond wasn't connecting your bodies and souls, and because of it Azriel couldn't grab your cheeks and kiss you like he's been desperately dreaming of, even though your eyes find themselves entranced by his lips as often as the other way around.

As he gets lost in thought, wondering how your lips would taste, your eyes drop to his shadows, unaware of it all. Dark wisps moving from his own natural shadow cast by the moonlight to yours, some of the bravest, more disobedient ones even swirling up to your ankles tentatively. At least they were still being respectful.

“They like me,” you smile brightly down at them.

Like is not a strong enough word to describe his shadows' feelings when it comes to you. At times it's even hard to make them focus on their job as they sit and wonder what you're up to in the temple. Part of this might be his fault since he has always used them to spy on anyone he needed to, and now he's finding it hard to explain to these beings, who struggle with social cues as it is, that spying is a breach of privacy, something he only does because it's his job, and the last thing he would ever do to you, so they can't go and check on you simply because he misses you every second of the day.

Apart from that they've also taken to giving him romantic advice - which has been disturbing to say the least, - whispering words into his ear that they think you would like to hear, trying to guide him to the flowers or pastries they somehow know you prefer as he passes by the market street, even pushing him to sing to you. They go as far as trying to convey their own feelings to you through him, whispering praises in his ear, and in turn making the bond inside him wish he could send his own shadows on a trip to the bottom of the ocean never to return.

“Yes, I think they do,” he says defeatedly as he watches one of his impertinent shadows travel up to your hand, swirling around it as you bring it up closer to your face for inspection. He can't wait to hear how delighted it is of gaining your attention.

“Shouldn't they hide from the light?”

Azriel takes a step closer, holding your hand and ordering the shadows to cross over to his body so he can have this moment with you. Raising his hand up to your cheek, scarred thumb caressing your soft skin as he murmurs, “Not from yours.”

The irony of his mate being someone who quite literally glowed in the dark wasn't lost on him. For some reason, the fact only further proved you were made for each other in his mind. It's almost like the Mother was telling him that no matter how dark his soul was, it would never diminish your light as it glowed ever eternal alongside your Goddess.

“I really have to go now.”

It pains him to say it, but he's already going to be late and that'll raise questions he's been trying very hard to avoid. It was enough of a miracle that Rhys hadn't told anyone - outside of Feyre of course - that Azriel had found his mate, and he would like to keep it that way for as long as possible. They would ask him too many questions he wouldn't know how to answer, and, admittedly, he also wants to avoid the teasing comments while the bond is so fresh - nothing good can come out of giving Cassian and Nesta a way to make him blush with only a couple of words.

“Alright,” you smile up at him, but it doesn't reach your eyes. Every time he has to leave you behind, he considers giving up everything and moving to this temple with you.

You raise on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek, his eyes closing as a shudder runs through him, wings coiling tighter into his back. His other hand comes up to the other side of your face, his lips falling upon your forehead as a wave of satisfaction rushes his side of the bond. Both of your hearts beating wildly as he steps away slowly and starts walking closer to the edge of the stairs.

“I'll come back as soon as possible,” he promises one more time before taking flight.

“I know, Azriel. I'll be waiting.”

⭒.˚ ☾⭒.˚

The unmistakable feeling of someone passing through the barrier rushes over you, sending your heart racing immediately. For a moment you think it's Azriel coming by unannounced, a smile breaking out on your lips as you get up to your feet, but a quick look into the bond that lays dormant inside you is enough to tell you he's still in Velaris, far away from the temple.

Your smile drops and a wave of sadness washes over you, freezing you in place, heart dropping at the reminder of the distance that lays between you and your mate, of the days you'll still have to endure alone before his next visit.

You feel movement again, now closer to the top steps, and shake yourself out of unwanted thoughts, pushing them all to the back of your mind as you shake any stray cookie crumbs from your trousers. If it isn't Azriel coming to see you then it's definitely someone coming to visit the temple, and you have a duty to fulfill.

It's only been a few weeks since Azriel first came looking for the temple, you've never had visitors showing up so close together. They're usually few and far in between, leaving you on your own atop the mountain for years at a time as the rumors about the temple die off among most of the population. The prospect of seeing someone again so soon has excitement rushing through your veins, completely overshadowing the solemn feelings from before.

You walk to the mirror, quickly checking your appearance before winnowing straight to the top of the stairs, catching your new visitor by surprise as she walks towards the temple slowly. The gasp she lets out when she spots you waiting for her brings a bigger smile to your lips, making you almost giddy as you cross your hands behind your back.

“Welcome to the Temple of the Moon. I'm the keeper and sole habitant of this temple and I've been tasked to keep it safe from any possible threats as well as helping anyone the Goddess deems worthy of being shown the way, just like you have.”

The well rehearsed speech comes to you naturally, the words flowing effortlessly from your mouth as you take in your visitor's wonder, curious eyes taking in the beautiful place. Of course she didn't have any speech rehearsed but it might as well have been since her next words mirror everyone else's when they arrive.

“I never knew there was a temple here,” the awe in her face brings you the usual sense of pride.

“It's a bit of a secret,” you wink at her, walking closer to the temple, motioning with your hand for her to follow you.

“My grandmother used to say these mountains were the most beautiful place in Prythian so I wanted to spread her ashes here, but I always thought she meant the actual mountains,” she muses. “This place is breathtaking.”

“The temple is hidden behind a powerful spell. I'm afraid when talking about this day your memories will be somewhat limited,” you explain softly as you lead her to the gardens in the back, the perfect view for her grandmother's final resting place.

As you go through the usual explanation, you realize you truly skipped most of it when it came to Azriel's first visit, though you still think you did better than expected given the circumstances. It's easy to forget your own name or any rehearsed speeches when you find yourself face to face with your mate.

The rest of the visit goes by fairly quickly. You lead her to the gardens and let her choose the perfect place among the flowers and trees, helping her spread the ashes as instructed, saying a quick prayer and then allowing her a moment to grieve, standing off to the side while still keeping a watchful eye over everything.

You can't help but let your eyes wander to the spot where you had spread your parents' ashes, the tears lining the young fae's eyes reminding you of the countless ones you had spilled as you went through the same. Over the years you've grown somewhat accustomed to their absence, - never fully, you've long since accepted that would be impossible, - but recent events have made you bitterly aware of it.

You wished you could tell your parents you had found your mate, would give anything to feel the anxiety of introducing them to Azriel. Now you can only imagine nervously writing them a letter, telling them all about the charming fae the Mother had chosen for you. They would show up at the temple the next day, not even the Goddess would be able to keep your mother from meeting her daughter's fated mate. Gods, they would have loved him.

A weak sigh escapes you. Nothing could take away the pain of losing a loved one, but you hope that the thought that her grandmother now lies within the temple's walls will lessen her grief even if just for a moment.

It's time to accompany her back to the stairs in no time, her tearful thanks and goodbyes echoing over the entrance hall. Watching the young fae descend the steps brings you a sense of accomplishment as usual, but this time there's an annoyingly acute emptiness growing inside you, tainting it.

Most visitors don't linger in the temple, only getting what they came for before going on their way, before going back to their busy lives, but as you watch her disappear between the trees, you're left wishing she would have stayed longer, sat with you and talked for a moment.

It wouldn't be fair not to acknowledge that this feeling had always manifested inside you after every visit you've received over the centuries, especially back when your parents were the ones stopping by and leaving you with hesitant glances over their shoulders, but you know that it had only grown more noticeable after Azriel first arrived.

Becoming familiar with someone's presence once again had made you more aware of your situation, more aware of just how many words and thoughts you had been keeping to yourself in your years of seclusion. It reminded you of how alone you truly were up in this temple. Before, the silence had been part of your routine, something you had no problem falling back onto after the rare visitor came and disturbed it. Now it felt like a consistently harder task, the silence ringing too loud in your ears, making you too aware of the echo that followed your footsteps.

Sitting down on the first step, you let out a sigh from deep in your chest, stretching your legs out, only noticing then that you had not changed out of your slippers in your rush earlier. It's a shame, you only really wear your nicer shoes when you have guests, which even with Azriel's more regular visits doesn't happen nearly often enough.

You feel yet another stab through your heart when you realize your first instinct is wanting to share the news with your mate, tell him about your visitor and your silly mistake, tell him how it reminded you of your parents and maybe even confide in him how lonely it all had made you feel.

You've been alone for so long that you had forgotten what wanting to share every exciting thing that happens with someone felt like. What is quickly becoming a familiar ache settles over you at the cold reminder that Azriel isn't within your reach. You'll have to wait until he visits again to share these news with him and see the smile on his face.

It's been over a week since he last came by, which wouldn't be much time at all if he weren't your mate and you couldn't feel him through the bond, so close but so far away. He warned you he would be busy with an assignment, even promised he would make it up to you when he was finished with it, but you can't rationalize how much you miss him or how much you wish he was by your side, and so you keep sitting on those steps well into the night, waiting for someone who isn't coming.

⭒.˚ ☾⭒.˚

With delectable excitement running through his veins, the kind that only you could bring out of him, Azriel takes one last look in the mirror, fixing his shirt and running his fingers through his hair, making sure everything looks perfect and in place before entrusting yet another box of pastries to his shadows. He has been on the hunt for the best chocolate cookies in Velaris ever since you told him they were your favorite, but he also can't stop himself from trying to spoil you in any way he can.

It's been over a week since he last saw you, and Azriel has been counting down the days for your next meeting ever since he left your side. He couldn't help but feel uncharacteristically annoyed whenever he remembered the mission that ended up keeping him away from home, and in turn from you, for several days. Deep down he knew Rhys had actually been giving him more free time to go visit you than he usually would have in other circumstances, even covering for him when he disappeared for hours on end so the others didn't find it too suspicious. Unfortunately, the bond often spoke louder, and with it came a moodiness that Azriel only felt lifting up earlier today, when he started getting ready to see you.

He makes his way downstairs, already worrying about how the flight will mess up the hair he had just been combing through so carefully. If it weren't for the wards surrounding the House of Wind, he would have winnowed straight to the temple.

“You took a bath.”

A voice coming from the sitting room calls after him, effectively stopping him in his tracks, shadows crawling up his tense body. He curses himself, some spymaster he was, so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice he had company nor the forethought to avoid it. It seems he won't be able to leave without anyone noticing after all.

Azriel hesitates for a moment, unwilling to linger and lose even a second of precious time with his mate. Leaving would only make him appear more suspicious though, so he takes a couple steps into the room instead, finding the oldest and the youngest Archeron sisters looking back at him with amusement written in their eyes.

“I bathe.”

“You don't usually use any of the smelling washes.” Nesta's tone sounds nothing short of accusatory, glancing at Feyre while she talks as if trying to prove a point. “Not since recently at least.”

Azriel was never one to overthink about his appearance, perfectly content with keeping things simple, so it really doesn't come as a surprise that his best friend would notice his newly found appreciation for it. He had also not only accepted a few of Mor's invites to go shopping but also started using the clothes, fragrances and even accessories her and Rhys had gifted him over the years - something that unfortunately the High Lord had picked up on too and teased him relentlessly for whenever they were alone.

And, even in his recent distracted state, he would have to be a fool not to notice Nesta's curiosity towards his whereabouts and sudden mood changes. She has even been asking him about his missions, feigning interest in his spymaster duties just so she can catch him in a lie, knowing he would never dress like this to go spy on their enemies.

“Are you suggesting I smell, Nesta?”

“No, you smell amazing,” she clarifies quickly, sounding so sincere that he feels the corner of his mouth twitch up. Now he almost wishes Cassian was here.

“Then what's the problem?”

Knowing Feyre as well he does, it's extremely commendable that she's managing to keep quiet through this whole conversation, even more so that she hasn't said anything when Nesta surely came asking her what she knew. It also sends a certain warmth through him that she's going against her instincts to keep his secret - even though she and Rhysand have probably been gossiping about him every chance they get.

“There's no problem. I'm simply curious,” she says, clearing her throat before adding with a wicked glint in her eye, “you can't tell me you used your best smelling cologne to go on a mission.”

“I didn't say I was going on a mission,” he says, humoring her for a bit.

As amusing as this unexpected back and forth was turning out to be, it was, at the same time, stealing some of the precious time he had with you. He should have already made it out of Velaris, over the mountains where he would winnow straight to you.

“Then where are you going, if you don't mind me asking?”

“I'm going to have dinner with my mother,” Azriel offers, tone not wavering around the lie even for a moment.

“Oh.”

He feels a little bad for lying, especially since he's using his mother of all people as an excuse, but he knows that if he explained the situation to her she wouldn't mind at all. In fact, this reminded him to make some time to visit his mom, not only had it been quite a while since he last went, but he also wanted to tell her all about you.

Hiding the truth from Nesta and the rest of his family wasn't something he was content with either. Azriel knows they would all be overjoyed with the fact that he had found his Mother blessed mate, but he wanted to make sense of the situation before telling them. As things stand you're simply his friend, even with the shimmering bond between you, and you're still up in your temple, far away from everyone. He wouldn't even be able to properly explain the situation or his feelings on it, Gods know he tries whenever Rhys asks. He probably wouldn't even be able to take them to meet you.

Talking to his mother was always easier though. She never expected answers or explanations, she truly only wanted him to be happy. He can imagine the load off her shoulders it would be to find out her son had found a mate. Yes, he needs to make time to tell her, if no one else.

“I hope you have a lovely dinner, Az,” Feyre says, hiding a knowing smile behind her teacup, apparently not helping herself in at least getting a word in.

“Yes, I hope it all goes well,” Nesta adds, recovering rather quickly, the glint returning to her eyes as she likely reminds herself that one dinner with his mother doesn't explain all his strange recent behavior. Maybe he could still make a spy out of her, she's definitely determined.

Azriel simply nods and bids them a quick goodbye, doing his best to walk at a normal place to the front door, a relieved sigh escaping him when he shoots up into the air, passing the wards keeping the House of Wind safe, feeling himself get engulfed by his shadows as they take him closer to you.

⭒.˚ ☾⭒.˚

“When you first showed up I thought you weren't a good flier,” you reminisce, leaning back further into the cushions propped at your back, a smile playing at your lips. “Or that maybe you were still young.”

Azriel's gaze darts around the library at your words, a breath escaping him before his beautiful hazel eyes meet yours once again. Biting your lip, you try to stop your smile from growing as you watch a flush traveling across his skin, crawling up his delectable neck until his rounded ears become tinted with a pinkish color.

“My wings froze in place,” he admits with a soft smile of his own. “It's a miracle I landed on my feet at all.”

A giggle escapes you then, followed by a breathy chuckle from him, remembering the way his knees had buckled under his weight, how your own felt equally as weak in the face of the all-consuming mating bond. The sound echoes around the library for a moment, carrying around the bookshelves and artifacts laying about, a delighted sound that these walls have not been privy to too often, so used to the silence as they were, as you were.

This was the first time you've brought him into the library since his first visit and the initial tour of the temple you had given him. You usually stay outside whenever Azriel comes to visit, either sitting by the steps watching the moon and the stars, or in the garden, on a bench by the flowers; under a tree, taking advantage of the soft grass that grows here with the Goddess' blessing. But as time passes and his visits become more frequent, you suddenly felt the urge to show him different parts of the temple, to have these little dates - if you could even call them that - in different places to make up for the fact that you couldn't leave the temple's grounds. The light rain that fell today, signaling the end of summer, had been the perfect opportunity.

What you didn't expect was for it to feel so much more intimate. It shouldn't have come as a surprise honestly, this is your house after all and even if he had been here multiple times he had never really lingered inside so now bringing him to the room you spend most of your days in feels different, it made your heart beat faster as soon as he walked in, the bond screaming in elation when he sat in the sofa you're curled in almost every day, taking his place by your side. You don't think you'll ever be able to sit here without this image popping up into your mind.

“I think you did good under the circumstances,” you offer, hand twitching at your side, wanting to reach out and touch the flush covering his cheek, reaching for another cookie instead to keep your treacherous fingers occupied.

Azriel had made good on his promise to bring you every pastry and sweet from Velaris, never arriving at the temple without carrying something delicious within his shadows. Today he brought you various cookies of different shapes, sizes and flavors. They were all delicious, their rich taste blooming in your mouth when you bit into them, but it seems he overestimates just how much you can eat, especially since he barely helps you at all - you swear you've only seen him eat one singular cookie since you opened this box.

“It sounds like you're just saying that to make me feel better.” You shake your head in denial, you really weren't, but he continues before you can say anything else. “Us Illyrians take a lot of pride in our flying abilities, you know? I'm not sure I can let this go so easily.” The teasing smile that blooms on his face is completely mesmerizing, it almost makes you forget yourself. “You'll have to let me show you.”

It takes you a moment too long to process his words, your silver eyes too caught up on his inviting lips to pay any attention to what he said. You'd like to blame these moments where your thoughts stray when you look at Azriel on the bond, but you're not so sure it was all its doing. If he notices he doesn't let it show, allowing you to meet his eyes again like nothing had happened.

“You want to take me flying?”

“If you let me,” he murmurs softly. The excitement written in his eyes was contagious, and if you didn't know any better you'd say he had been waiting on a chance to ask you.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought of the possibility ever since you first laid eyes on Azriel. You had never seen a winged fae before so flying always seemed like a childish dream, but now you couldn't help feeling a hint of wistfulness every time you saw him land swiftly on top of the steps. Who wouldn't want to fly? The thought of the wind caressing your skin as you cut through the clouds sounded heavenly, not to mention Azriel's arms wrapped around you as he held you against him. The thought summons warmth to your chest, and lower.

“I'd like that,” you say, “but I'm not sure if it will work because of my oath. We would not be able to go far.”

“Around the temple should be fine, right?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“It's a promise then,” he smiles brightly down at you. “Next time I'll take you flying. I would take you right now but it's still raining.”

“Do you know when the next time will be?”

The words escape you before your brain catches up to them. The way his smile falters, and some of his shadows rush to him from where they had been lazily swirling around the library makes you want to take them back immediately. You know they do that when he's upset or sad, something you rarely see when he comes to the temple. The thought that you were the one to make him so makes you want to rip out your heart and beg for his forgiveness.

“I'm only curious. I didn't mean anything by it,” you rush to explain, the last thing you wanted was for him to think you blamed him, or expected more of him. Azriel had been nothing short of perfect and understanding given your limitations.

“I would come every day if I could.”

“I know, Azriel.” You can hear the longing in his voice, filtering in through the bond as well, even if he tries to hide it. “I would go to you if I could too.”

Thankfully this brings the smile back to his lips, even if still somewhat overshadowed by the reality of your relationship. You've noticed Azriel has a hard time believing he's wanted, and you probably only make it worse since you have not accepted the bond.

“I'm not sure when the next time will be. I should be free in a couple of days, but if Rhys and Feyre need me in the meantime it might be longer, and I don't want to keep your hopes up if I might not be able to show up after all,” he explains as he reaches out for your hand tentatively, holding it delicately in his as his thumb starts drawing circles over your open palm, sending a tingling feeling shooting up your arm and straight to your chest. Shouldn't you be the one comforting him?

“I'll be here waiting either way, Azriel. I don't want you to neglect your work because of me,” you say, squeezing his hand, holding it tighter in yours.

“I'm not. There's no immediate threats on the court so things have been relatively calm, and I think I've earned some time off for all the years I worked without it.” The two of you were similar in a lot of ways, how focused you could be on your work and loyal to your duty was one of them. “Rhys has been easier on me too,” he adds.

“Does he know?”

“Since the first night,” Azriel nods, “I tried to hide it but he saw right through me. I haven't told anyone else though.”

You frown softly as his words settle between you, biting your lip softly and hopefully hiding it before he notices. You didn't know how to feel about Azriel having to hide you from his family, having to sneak around whenever he visits you. The way your chest constricted as soon as the words left his mouth told you what the bond felt immediately though. Your eyes drop to your still intertwined hands, the sight making your heart flutter despite your inner turmoil.

A mating bond was an extremely rare and beautiful thing, something you would be proud to tell your friends and family all about, the whole world even, but you can't blame him for not telling them anything when there's no guarantee this will work, when you made it clear from the first day that you didn't think it would work. All he had to do was explain the situation for the expected congratulations and joyous smiles to turn into pity and sympathetic words instead.

“I'm sorry.”

Now it was Azriel's turn to frown, leaning closer to you and squeezing your hand, trying to meet your eyes as you focused on his hand, on the shimmering silver string that kept you eternally bound to each other.

“What are you sorry for?”

“It's my fault you have to hide it.”

“Of course not-”

You cut him off with a shake of your head, tugging on his hand. You were tired of him making excuses for you, of acting like nothing was wrong. If his mate were anyone else, he would have probably at least started dating them regularly by now, might have even already accepted the bond.

“I need you to know,” you look up at him, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with every word even when it becomes too much to bear, “if it weren't for the oath I made and if I could leave the temple, if we could live a normal life, I would accept the bond in a heartbeat.”

You can't quite read the expression that falls over his face, and your nerves are making it impossible to keep a cool head. As the silence stretches on, his hand frozen in yours and his hazel eyes staring right into your soul with unwavering intensity, your heart starts beating extremely loud, pouding at your eardrums as the thought that you said the wrong thing invades your mind.

“Azriel-”

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?”

“Please,” he breathes out, a desperately needy sound coming from deep in his chest. Scarred hands come up to hold your cheeks as he leans down, touching his forehead to yours, hazel eyes closing. “I really want to kiss you.”

You're unsure why he thought you could ever deny him such a request. Leaning in the rest of the way, your lips find his in a soft kiss before you lose your courage. It had been entirely too long since you've felt someone's lips on yours and the fact that it was Azriel, your mate, only made the fire starting inside you burn brighter.

A moan crawls up your throat before you even have a chance to think to keep it down. Azriel swallows it gladly, offering you a deep, satisfied groan of his own as the kiss turns more desperate. All the want you've both tried to keep locked away rising up uninterrupted as teeth and tongues clash, your hands tugging at his soft hair while his fall to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

You have no idea how long you're tangled up in each other, the world falling silent while his hands roam your body, but by the time your mind finally clears and you manage to get a grasp on your instincts and on the bond, you find yourself straddling his lap, your dress pushed up to your hips and his shirt half unbuttoned.

Your entire body was glued to him. You could feel every breath he took, the low purring in his chest rumbling against yours, and the evidence of just how much he wanted you pressing against your core. It's as if you had been trying to crawl under his skin, maybe you were, it's not like that would be enough.

Even as you pull apart, chests rising and falling together as you catch your breaths, you don't move away from him, your eyes still closed as you keep your foreheads pressed together. You think it might be impossible to, just the thought makes you want to chain yourself to him, the bond making it difficult to even think at how adamant it is on you keeping your mate as close as possible.

Azriel seems to be of the same mind as he lets out a soft groan, strong arms tightening around you, the sweet pressure pushing an embarrassingly needy and breathy moan past your lips. He leans into your neck, a shiver running through his body as he takes in your scent, the way it deepened with arousal and mixes in with his sending his mind into a frenzy the same way it does yours. If anyone were to walk into this room, they wouldn't be able to tell them apart at all, there wouldn't be any doubts that you were his.

You feel him drop an otherwise chaste kiss to the overheated and sensitive skin of your neck, the way his body tenses at the harsh breath you take in telling you he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into it instead. With how out of practice and needy you are at this moment, you think you'd come undone on his lap if he did, the thought sobering you somewhat.

Calling his name softly, surprised by how breathy and undeniably affected your own voice is, you wait for him to gather his own thoughts, abandoning your neck reluctantly, his half-lidded and blown out hazel eyes meeting yours. You know mating bonds are a lot harder to manage for the males so you can't even imagine what is going through his mind, how hard he has to hold himself back from claiming you as his own when you're soaked and pliable on top of him.

Even though you were the one who called his name, you find yourself at a loss for words in the face of his desire. You don't want to tell him to stop and you don't want to move away from him, but you have to, you both know that. And so you kiss him again instead, softly, apologetically.

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alright, been thinking alot and one thought crossed my mind. a yunho one shot. this came at work idk how, don't ask i'm sick in the head.

you're married (not to yunho) BUT you've had a rough marriage with your husband lately & one night you decided to go out with your friends. you got drunk, had too many shots of tequila. dancing alone at the dance floor blah blah.

you met yunho that night, he approached slowly and you started talking.

ever since that night, you and yunho have been texting back and forth. you never told him abt your marriage, you don't even wear the ring.

SURPRISE ME OMFG

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | jeong yunho .ᐟ

☆ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

꩜ synopsis .ᐟ — picture perfect marriage downfall caused by the undeniably hot golden man

꩜ author’s note .ᐟ — i’ve been pretty unactive here and it’s supposed to be my beginning on tumblr so i’m truly sorry for that, but anyway here i am almost two months later and i’m back to the requests. i hope you enjoy the story ahead and that it suits your wish!

꩜ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like, reblog and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

Marrying a wealthy man, with his future clearly painted out across the golden canvas. The one who graduated from an elite college and who’s name people in the city say with the brightest smile was definitely a plan your parents had for you.

And weren’t you just the luckiest girl in the world for finding that perfect love in the third year of college, a love many of your friends could only dream of having, saying that soulmates only exist because you and he are together.

Kim Hongjoong was exactly that man — the one who fits next to you.

Blinded by the young heat of love, not caring how many more tomorrows were ahead, being the couple the whole campus was gossiping about.

Hongjoong was every girl’s dream — a full green forest, they’d say. Women were naturally attracted to him by his good and neat-boy character.

A little bit nerdy, head always in the book but his little breaks during lessions were all about you.

You didn’t think you’d get this happy with choosing a man like Hongjoong, considering your previous choice in the opposite sex.

Soon after graduating, both of you got promised to a life together in front of the altar, reciting the vows and saying “I do.”

Ever since then, it was all like a fairytale. Days and nights spent with the man of your dreams.

Five years into the marriage passed in the blink of an eye, but just as everything seemed to be milk and honey to the freshly married — it turned out the milk was closer to expiring.

You had always admired Hongjoong’s passion for work and improvement in all stages life brought him but it’s just wasn’t healthy.

He was a workacholic. The insane kind of one.

Obsessed with the every single detail that happened in his company. He was always the first one to accept the call, grab his coat and rush out of the house without a second glance at you.

The sheets of your shared bedroom often cold, the mornings and nights turned into an endless routine of waking up and falling asleep alone.

You were quite understanding of his actions, as being your own boss is truly a lot of work for the man who somehow manages it all alone. But it seemed like work was the only thing on his mind, even when catching a dinner with you on a quiet Sunday when he could spare those 20 minutes away from the office.

For some time now you had been offering Hongjoong help and get a job in the company as well, but he would quickly dismiss you, saying how he got it all handled and that you should take care of yourself and rest.

Of course, as frustrating as it sounded, you were grateful. Hongjoong’s money was keeping you food on the table and whatever you wanted it was delivered to you in a seconds. He tried his best to redeem himself and soon enough your closet was full of many dresses, necklaces and shoes he used to buy whenever he would stay late at work.

It was always delivered to you by the postman and at the beginning, this gesture of his made you happy, showing that he still cared about you and that he was just busy. But now the feeling was worn off, just like every piece of clothing he got you by now.

You realized that you craved attention, love and your husband’s touch and it’s something you weren’t getting at all from Hongjoong.

Your friends would often tease you, saying how Hongjoong must be a perfect husband during the day and that he probably satisfied all your needs during the night.

Hongjoong was, in fact, good in bed, from what you experienced with him by now. People would think that being married for five years means you two couldn’t keep your hands away from each other but it was quite the opposite. You can’t remember the last time you had sex with Hongjoong. Was it last month? Or last year?

Your body was feeling the pressure of being sexually frustrated, especially during ovulation and Hongjoong was usually never in sight.

It’s embarrassing to remember how many times you needed to pleasure yourself just to be able to sleep at night alone in the bed. It was without any thoughts, not even about your husband, just a quick chance of getting some relief even if it was never enough.

Of course seducing him at some point was in your thoughts but it always led to the words of “I’m busy now Y/N” or “I’m tired”.

Today was also a day in this routine of marriage with Hongjoong. He wasn’t home and yet another night alone was ahead of you, until your friend group decided it would be awesome to get together and grab some drinks outside.

And this was exactly what you needed — to get out of this house and have a little bit of fun without the emptiness of the room hugging you.

Getting dressed, you picked the last dress Hongjoong had bought for you. It was the short black one, that reached your mid-thigh, with tiny sparkles all around it.

A slight touch of a smokey eye make-up with a little bit of redness on your lips that made you look elegant. Your hair reached just above your breasts and for this occasion you had it up in a nicely shaped bun with a few strands falling messily yet gracefully on your face.

By the time you got ready, your friend group arrived outside your door. Grabbing the small leather purse with your phone, you escaped the boredom behind you into the black BMW your closest friend, Haerin, owned.

“ So where are we going? “ — you questioned, putting on your seatbealt.

“ To a club downtown. “ — the brunette from the backseat responded, making your head turn to look at her.

“ Why didn’t you tell me it was a club? Do I look too elegant for it now? “ — slight anxiety rose up on your spine.

“ Girl, are you for real now? I would absolutely bang you right here on this backseat if I were a lesbian. But I have to say you’re kinda making me rethink my sexuality now. “ — Eunchae, the blonde next to the brunette replied.

“ I’m telling this to Wooyoung. “ — Jiyong, the brunette replied, about to jokingly take out her phone and call Wooyoung — Eunchae’s boyfriend.

You admired them honestly. Wooyoung was the man Eunchae met while working at the cafe back in her college days. He kept on getting the same thing every morning and once when paying for the drink — he slipped in the note saying how beautiful she was and that he would like to get her number, which she gladly gave him.

Even though ending up in his bed on the night of their first date wasn’t how the relationships should go, it was just right with them, in their own way, both matching each other’s energies to the point of perfection.

Jiyong was the only one single in the friend group, with a mindset of a high school girl, still having one night stands and not looking for any serious relationship yet, following with “The night is still young, so am I.”

Haerin, in the driver’s seat, had been married once, then divorced from a man she couldn’t see the future with anymore.

Choi Jongho, was it? You couldn’t really remember, but you do remember her saying that they stayed in touch since they both had financial sharings together.

And yet, somehow, you felt that you were the only one in the group with the worst case of a marriage there is.

Haerin parked the car not far away from the club and you all reached the front door in a few steps.

“ Oh, you weren’t joking this is literally a club. “

“ Should’ve gone to a strip club instead. “ — Eunchae commented once you got inside.

The darkness, hyped atmosphere, colorful lights barely shining through the smoke cloud that made your eyes burn a little, it was all what described this place you’d stepped into.

Jiyong got you a table in the very corner of the room, making sure you had the entire club in clear view.

Ordering the first drinks, you started off strong, with tequila shots.

“ To the girls night! “ — Haerin made a toast as the tequila burned down your throat mixed with the salty taste on the tongue.

Thirty minutes in, so many glasses of tequila had been taken and brought back to your table. The conversation between you started as a gossip session but turned into aimless words and silly laughter. The alcohol was strongly getting to your senses, but knowing your friends, this was only the beginning.

Eunchae kept the tequila coming until Jiyong deciced that you’re done with the appetizers, switching to the Red Label whiskey.

“ Oh my God, Hae, that handsome guy is totally checking you out! “ — Jiyong squealed, shaking Haerin’s form while she tried to gulp down yet another whiskey.

“ What are you talking about? “ — totally confused, Haerin drunkenly searched the crowd until Jiyong grabbed her cheeks, turning her head toward the table across from yours.

There sat four men, and the one who had taken an interest in Haerin had platinum silver hair that fell perfectly over his Aphrodite-like features.

“ Oh fuck, he’s really looking. “ — Haerin giggled, taking another glass of whiskey, her cheeks blushing.

“ Go fucking get him! “ — Eunchae stole the glass from her hands.

“ No, no… I really shouldn’t get involved with another man so quickly. “ — Haerin said, but her eyes never left the silver-haired boy until he suddenly stood up and walked over towards you.

“ Shit he’s coming… “ — Haerin panicked for a moment, trying to act natural but her drunken state was not cooperating with her.

“ Hello ladies! “ — the deep voice echoed. “ What are you drinking? “

“ Ohh, and why would you be interested? “ — Eunchae teased the figure that patiently stood in front of your table.

“ I want to make a deal and buy you pretty ladies a drink as long as you’re willing to give me this little angel here for a dance. “ — He said, smirking as his eyes fell on Haerin.

“ Oh my God, just take her already! “ — Jiyong said, pushing Haerin foward.

“ Thank you, all your drinks are on me now. “ — He said, taking Haerin by the hand, pulling her towards the dance floor.

“ I want to dance now too. “ — Jiyong pouted.

“ Then let’s fucking go? “ — Eunchae exclaimed.

“ I’m going to get some water first. I feel my head pounding already. “ — you said, standing up carefully as you made your way towards the bartender.

“ Hi, can I order one glass of water please? “

“ I fear there is no alcohol in that. “ — an unfamiliar voice said from your left side.

You turned your head to look at the boy who was sitting on one of the bar stools, a shot of what seemed to be whiskey in his right hand.

His eyes droopy, ears slightly red, indicating that he’s already drunk enough. Dirty blonde hair styled nicely with wet bangs covering his sweaty forehead. He was dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up in what seemed to be an attempt to do so. Three buttons undone, showing off his milky skin and collarbones underneath. A small simple chain around his neck with a silver cross symbol.

He looked like he came neither out of the dance floor or the heavy make-out session from the bathroom.

“ I’ve already had enough of it. “ — you said, a smile planted on your lips.

“ Being in a place like this means the word ‘enough’ doesn’t really apply. “ — He replied. “ You know you can always get another glass of alcohol, it has the right amount of water inside it too. “

You rolled your eyes playfully, the smile still on your lips hearing his choice of words.

“ Wisely said. “

The bartender brought you a glass of cold clear water and the man sitting next to you turned to speak to him.

“ Two more glasses. “ — he said, pointing at the, now empty, whiskey glass beside him.

You looked at him while with wide eyes, surprised that he ordered one glass for you too.

“ It would be a shame if I didn’t order you a drink now. That wouldn’t be very gentleman of me. “ — he said, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

“ Well thank you, that’s very gentlemanly of you…? “ — you trailed off waiting to hear him say his name, realizing he hadn’t introduced himself yet.

“ Yunho. “

Yunho. The name suited him. Like some kind of golden retriever, wanting to be petted, his droopy eyes and drunken movements made you want to embrace him in your arms. His aura was definitely dangerous and that’s what seemed to trigger you, drawing you closer to him more than you would have wanted to.

“ I’m Y/N. “

“ Well Y/N, cheers to us meeting each other. “ — Yunho said, pushing the new welcomed glass of whiskey in front of him towards you.

You tried not to grin like an idiot, so a sly smile decorated your features as your glass clicked with his and both of you emptied its contents, the whiskey burning all the way down to your stomach.

The conversation with Yunho continued naturally — or, it was probably the after effect of all the alcohol you both had during the talk.

You definitely weren’t the same person who had walked through the club doors by now. Eyes half-lidded, drunk smile to whatever Yunho was saying with occasionally playfully punching his shoulder.

After taking one more sip of the golden whiskey from the glass, Yunho looked up at you, offering his hand.

“ Do you want to dance? “

You nodded without even looking at him, immediately placing your hand in his as he guided you through the crowd of chaotic people to the middle of the flashing darkness of the club.

The music was too loud for you to even talk to him now. Your body, consumed by the alcohol, swayed in it’s own way with every step closer to Yunho, who was following your movements.

You let your hair fall down from your bun, leaving it messily to cover your shoulders.

His eyes never left you, even in the flickering lights, the smoke cloud — his dark eyes were creating holes all over your body and face, admiring your every breath. If he could he would take a picture of you like this with his own eyes.

You found yourself pressed against him in a way that wasn’t appropriate for a married woman, but your mind was drowning itself in the euphoria of the moment.

Yunho’s hands slowly creeped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Sweat was forming on your neck and forehead. The close proximity was doing nothing to settle the flames in your body.

You reached for your hair, gathering it and moving it to the side, letting your neck breathe for a moment — but Yunho seized the opportunity, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder that made you shiver in his arms.

“ You’re so beautiful. “ — the breathy voice spoke in your ear.

Your eyes closed for a moment as you drunkenly giggled at his words.

“ Is that why you kissed my shoulder? You think it’s beautiful? “ — you laughed.

The question didn’t really make any sense but does this all even make sense to you anymore?

“ Yeah… “ — Yunho chuckled behind you. “ Maybe I need to kiss every part of your body. Because it’s beautiful as well. “

His deep voice rang in your ears, despite the loud music. Your stomach coiled tight, not just from the alcohol but from something more dangerous—something you weren’t supposed to feel.

You should pull away. The rational part of your mind screamed at you, reminding you of the vows you took, the man waiting — or rather, not waiting— at home. But then there was this other part of you, the one that had been buried for years under loneliness and cold sheets, the one that ached for touch, for heat, for something that felt real.

Your silence was enough of an answer for Yunho. His fingers pressed a little firmer against your waist, drawing you back against his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips brushed against your exposed shoulder again, slower this time, more deliberate.

A quiet sigh left your lips before you could stop it. Your head tilted slightly to the side, granting him more access, and Yunho took the invitation without hesitation. His lips trailed along the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

This isn’t right at all, but why does it make you feel so good?

“ Tell me to stop. “ — Yunho murmured, his voice thick with something dark, something teasing. “ Tell me you don’t want this, and I will. “

You should. God, you should.

But the thoughts of his soft pink lips all over your body, your sweaty, naked bodies pressed against each other, his tender fingers exploring every inch of your skin are what keeps you insane in your head.

“ Don’t stop… “ — you whispered, barely audible over the pounding music.

Yunho let out a soft curse under his breath, his lips grazing just beneath your jaw before trailing lower. His hands slid down, gripping your hips as he guided your movements with his own, grinding your bodies together. Your back arched, your ass grinding against him.

The friction was already too much for him to handle, his uneven breaths, sweat dripping on his forehead and droopy drunk eyes decorating his features.

You felt his hardness pressing into you, the feeling making you chuckle as your eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere.

“ Fuck. “ — he breathed against your neck, his voice strained, full of restraint he was barely holding onto. “ You have no idea what you’re doing to me. “

You did. Oh, you definitely did. And you liked it.

The warmth of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers instinctively curled around his wrists, keeping his hands exactly where they were — on you.

“ You’re playing a dangerous game. “ — he murmured, his lips ghosting over your jawline now.

“ So are you. “ — you countered, voice softer, teasing.

He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “ Yeah… but I don’t think I care anymore. “

Neither did you.

His touch was fire against your skin, his palm pressing possessively as he whispered. “ Let me take you somewhere quieter. “

It wasn’t a question.

And you didn’t hesitate.

With a slow, deliberate turn, you finally faced him, your noses nearly touching. His pupils were blown, lips parted, waiting — for you, for your answer.

You licked your lips, fingers reaching up to play with the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt before gripping the fabric, tugging him just a little closer.

“ Lead the way. “ — you murmured.

Yunho didn’t waste another second.

The club was a blur of flashing lights and pulsing bass, the heat of the dance floor fading as he led you toward the back, where a set of sleek, black stairs spiraled upward into dimly lit exclusivity.

Your steps faltered for just a moment, a flicker of hesitation tightening in your chest.

“ Where are we? “

Yunho turned back, his dark, hooded eyes locking onto yours as he smirked. “ Private lounge. “ — he explained, nodding toward the security guard at the base of the stairs. “ Owner’s a friend. “

A friend. Right. You didn’t need to question further. Places like this, high-end clubs with an air of indulgence, always had secret spaces—rooms meant for more than just drinking and talking.

Yunho led you toward the white polished wooden door at the end of the hallway. He pushed it open, revealing a space that was complete opposite of the chaos downstairs.

A low-lit room, a single king-sized bed dominating the center. The scent of leather and freshly washed sheets lingered in the air.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the reality of this moment.

This wasn’t just some reckless dance on the club floor anymore.

This was real. This was happening. You were about to have sex with a stranger you met at the club.

You — a married woman.

But of course, at the moment we’re speaking, all the consequences of this left your mind along with your dignity.

Yunho turned to you, his gaze carefully reading your reaction. “ Say the word. “ — he murmured, voice thick. “ And I’ll walk you back downstairs. “

Was walking downstairs something you wanted now? Absolutely not. You were not going to chicken out drunk in front of a hell handsome man with an aching boner in his pants who was yearning for you, plus your legs were killing you in these heels.

Your fingers found the front of his shirt again, your fingers hooking slightly under it making his jaw clench.

“ Close the door. “ — you whispered.

Yunho cursed under his breath before reaching back, shoving the door shut and locking them.

Oh, you’re fucked.

You stepped forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Yunho groaned against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, your bodies fitting together lustfully perfect.

His lips left yours only to trail across your jaw, down your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. His teeth softly grazing your skin.

“ No marks, please… “ — you said breathlessly.

Yunho smirked against your neck, leaving a few more kisses that added the fuel to the already burning flames in your body.

“ As you wish, princess. “

His hands lifted your dress higher, sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric over your hips. You gasped as his fingers pressed against the lace of your panties where you needed him the most.

“ You’re already so wet for me. “ — he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you through the thin fabric, sending shivers up your spine.

“ Yunho… “ — your whimpered, holding his shoulders like your life depended on them.

He hummed in response, his free hand slipping under your chin, tilting your face up toward him again. His lips hovered just above yours, teasing, taunting. “ You sure you want this, hm? “

Your heart pounded. Your body screamed for more, for everything.

“ Please… “ — you breathed. “ I want you. “

Yunho groaned, his restraint finally snapping. He grabbed your hips, guiding you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell onto the mattress, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he followed, his weight pressing you down, anchoring you beneath him.

His lips were everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts as he pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders, taking it off of you. His hands were rough, impatient, tugging fabric, exploring skin, lighting fire everywhere they touched.

Even in such a hurry blinded by the lust he took his time to worship every part of your almost naked body in front of him.

“ Fuck… You’re like a goddess. “

Your hands tugged slightly on his shirt, he quickly got the message, unbuttoning it completely and throwing it away.

I’m a goddess? Does he see himself?

Yunho’s body was picture perfect presented in front of your eyes. His shoulders wide just the right size, not too buff, not too slim — he was just perfect.

You sat up on the bed unclasping your black lacy bra, throwing it aside, immediately finding his belt.

“ Eager one, aren’t you? “ — Yunho teased, looking down at you.

“ Damn right I am. “ — You said, boldly, not even hidding the urge to have him all over you tonight in every possible way.

The touch deprivation inside of you brust out the moment Yunho touched you first.

Now all you could focus on was him, his body, his hands and his dick that was painfully hard and hidden beneath the pants you fastly tugged off of him.

Once his dick was out right in front of your face, you were definitely not disappointed by the size.

You wasted no time in taking it in your hand, stroking it a few times before your tongue ran over the anrgy tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum.

Yunho’s breathing was uneven, looking down at you playing with his cock, the sight itself could make him come right now, but he needed to calm down — he didn’t want the fun to be over yet.

You weren’t unexperienced on blowjobs, but it has been definitely awhile since you’d done one.

Attempting that with Hongjoong usually resulted in him dismissing you from the room, following with “Don’t you see I’m busy now?”

Yunho swore he saw stars the moment you took him inside your mouth. A few curses leaving his lips breathlessly as his hand found your hair, moving it away from your face into a ponytail.

“ God… You’re so good at this… “ — he said, a slight moan leaving his lips.

You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head at a steady pace, your core throbbing each time he let out a groan of satisfaction.

His hand at the back of your head, holding your hair, pushed you more into him until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you knew that by the end of this, you makeup would need to be fixed immediately.

“ Y-Yes… You’re doing so well princess. Just a little more, fuck. “

He took the control, guiding your head on him, pushing him impossibly more inside your mouth.

But he didn’t want to cum now, not yet, so before he could — he backed away from your mouth, sweat covering his forehead.

You breathed deeply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, tears dripping down your cheeks.

His fingers raised your chin up so he could look at you.

“ So gorgeous. “

He tenderly wiped your tears with his thumb. You looking up at him like he was an angel from above, someone who would take care of you.

“ Turn around for me. “

Of course, you obeyed stupidly. Turning around slowly on all fours, your ass up in the air for him.

You felt the mattress shift as he moved behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass before he ripped your panties, making you yelp.

“ Yunho! “

“ I’ll buy you a new ones, pretty. “ — he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on your ass cheek.

He spread you open, exposing just how wet you were for him. A sharp inhale came from above, followed by a deep, appreciative groan.

“ God, you’re dripping. “ — Yunho muttered, running his fingers through your slick folds, teasing but not giving you what you needed just yet.

You whined, pressing back against his touch. “ Please… I need you. Stop teasing. “

“ You sure you’re ready to take me? “ — he chuckled darkly, rubbing slow circles around your entrance, his other hand squeezing your hip to hold you in place. “ Impatient little thing. “ — he mused before finally pushing two fingers inside you.

Your moaned instantly, the stretch just enough to make your back arch. He worked you open, thrusting his fingers at a slow, torturous pace, curling them just right to make you clench around him.

“ Y-Yunho— “

“ I know baby, fuck you’re so tight for me. “

When he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.

“ This might be your last chance to back out, pretty. “ — He said, his tip rubbing over your wetness.

“ Please Yunho… “ — you whined, impatient.

With one slow thrust, he pushed inside, stretching you open inch by inch. Your hands clenched the sheets, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp at how full he made you feel.

It caused you to feel the pain and pleasure at the same time.

Damn, it has been awhile.

“ Fuck, Y/N… “ — he gritted out, pausing to let you adjust, his fingers digging into your hips.

You pushed back slightly, needing more, and Yunho groaned at the way you clenched around him.

“ You’re gonna be the death of me. “ — he murmured before pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.

“ F-Faster… Please Yunho… “

And he didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed himself deeper in a faster pace, making your face fall flat into the pillows as you nearly screamed his name.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the dimly lit room, each thrust making your body jolt against the mattress.

You chanted his name like some kind of spell, your mind blurry as your body was floating from the pleasure, your fingers digging into the sheets, trying to ground yourself as his pace became relentless.

His hand slid down your spine before gripping the back of your neck, forcing your chest down while keeping your ass raised high for him. The new angle made his cock hit deeper, right against that spot that had you choking on a moan.

“ There it is. “ - he groaned, rolling his hips in a way that had your toes curling. “ You feel that, baby? “

You could only nod frantically, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Your orgasm was building quickly and Yunho could tell by the way you desperately clenched on him.

“ You’re close, aren’t you pretty? “ — he groaned, his fingers sneaking between your legs to circle your clit. “ Wanna come all over my cock? “

“ Y-Yes. “ — you gasped, your thighs shaking. “ Please, I’m so close— “

Yunho smirked, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper, chasing both of your highs.

“ Come for me, baby. “ he rasped, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “ Come all over me, come on. “

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching around him as pleasure shot through every nerve in your body. You cried out his name, your body going completely rigid before melting beneath him.

“ Oh God— “ — Yunho groaned, his hips stuttering as your tightness sent him over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times before pulling out quickly, storking himself above you, spilling his release on your back with a guttural moan.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, both of you coming down from the high.

Your mind blank, your body fucked just the way it needed to be as you let yourself fall down on the bed.

Yunho stood up from the bed, opening the dark bathroom door at the very corner of the room, coming back with a paper roll, cleaning your back from the mess he made.

You rolled on your back staring at the ceiling as you tried to calm your breathing back to normal.

“ You okay? “ — Yunho asked, laying beside you, kissing your shoulder.

You nodded, eyes heavy to keep open. “ Yeah… more than okay. “

Yunho let out a satisfied hum, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as the warmth between you lingered. The room smelled of sweat and sex, but there was an undeniable comfort in the silence that followed.

You turned your head slightly to look at him. Even in the dim lighting, Yunho looked like he belonged here — with you, in this bed, in this moment. His chest rose and fell steadily, the aftershocks of pleasure still evident in the way his muscles twitched.

For a brief moment, reality began creeping back in. The weight of what you had just done settled over you like a thin veil, but you refused to let it suffocate you. You had spent so long feeling unwanted, untouched — aching for something you weren’t allowed to have. And now? Yunho had given it to you without hesitation.

You reached out, fingers grazing over his jawline. “ Thank you. “

He blinked, turning his head to meet your gaze. “ For what? “

“ For making me happy. “

Yunho chuckled. “ Anytime, pretty. “

You leaned in, pressing your lips softly to his. It wasn’t like the feverish kisses from before, desperate and urgent — it was slower, almost tender. Yunho responded just as gently, his fingers tightening around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“ Stay. “ — he murmured, barely above a whisper.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers tightening against his skin. “ I don’t think I can. “

Yunho’s jaw clenched slightly, but he nodded, like he already expected that answer. “ Then let me hold you. Just for tonight. “

Your eyes burned, but you didn’t fight him as he pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a promise.

For now this was enough.

But you absolutely weren’t ready for what the morning ahead brought.

Once you woke up, your head was pounding like someone were hitting it with a hammer. You groaned, stretching across the bed, your body sore, muscles still tired and barely able to move on command.

You opened your eyes, slowly sitting up on the bed, looking around the room your brain didn’t remember as the usual one you would wake up in.

The memories from last night quickly filled the empty gaps in your head making your eyes widen in realization.

You cheated on Hongjoong.

With a complete stranger.

At the club.

You’re still at the club.

Alone.

Because the moment you looked around, bed was empty and no trace of the Yunho you met last night to be seen.

You would be lying if you didn’t feel your heart breaking in your chest because he left you all alone after last night like this. But, seriously, what were you expecting?

It was a one night stand and a bad decision made in a rush of lust and alcohol.

You’re still a married woman.

Your fingers went over your ring finger only to realize there wasn’t any ring on it anymore.

That’s when the panic shot through your whole body, and as it was on fire, you jumped up from the bed on your unsteady legs, frantically searching the messy sheets for the golden diamond ring — the only thing you had never taken off in the past five years.

Frustrated tears escaped your eyes as you continued searching all over the room for it only to be left disappointed.

It’s not possible that it could slip off from your finger — because it never had — it was made for you and your finger size only.

You decided to calm down, thinking that eventually it will pop up somewhere around. Maybe asking the club owner wouldn’t be a bad idea too — what if the cleaning staff found it somewhere on the dance floor?

You collected your stuff from the floor, realizing that your panties had been ripped by Yunho last night.

“Fuck.” — you cursed, hoping that the dress would cover anything inappropriate so you could go out.

Doing a random double take at the table that was by the door, you realized that your bag and jacket were right there, along with your phone.

Of course, it was left at the table you were with your friends at — but how did it end up here in the room?

Was it Yunho who brought it up while you were sleeping?

You rushed toward it, searching inside your coat and bag for the ring but still found nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sighed in relief that it turned on with only 10% of battery.

There were possibly hundreds of messages from your friends, and this would probably require a lot of explanations to cover up.

But what made your heart sink down to your feet were the two following messages that appeared on your screen.

Hongjoong : You’re not home? Where are you? I’m home 4:56am

Unknown number : Good morning pretty <3 I’m sure you’ve found all your stuff by now and if you’re still searching for your ring I think you should find me first ;) Yunho 8:33am

Fucked indeed.

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Hello, can I ask you about Wuwa men with a reader similar to Acheron from HSR? I mean also suffering from such a blessing, loss of taste, colors and memory 🥹

A/n: Sorry for the small wait! I do hope you enjoy this mixed bag of everything lol, I was a bit around the place and yapping. I haven't been able to play WuWa since this summer due to storage problems so these were written with the knowledge I have from the older versions lol.

Contents: Jiyan/Aalto/Xiangli Yao/Mortefi/Calcharo x GN!Reader(separate) that is like Acheron, fluff, comfort, a bit of angst, not proof-read, some of these are shorter than the others as I wasn't feeling particularly motivated for them all equally, sorry

Ko-fi

Jiyan

-It does not take too long for the General of the Midnight Rangers to catch on to your odd persona, “odd” is not the word he’d use, but with the lack of a proper terminology to describe his feeling with the initial encounter he has not much choice but to use it

-He is wary of you, but not unkind, as he usually is with newcomers that seemingly do not visibly come in blazing and wishing to oppose him and all he stands for

-There is a sense of understanding about him when it comes to you, he can practically sense the emptiness that surrounds you and that deep look in your eyes tells him that there is much more to you, something both dangerous and intriguing. Some time may pass before it becomes a routine of sorts to converse with you on a regular basis, and when it also becomes a habit for you despite your fading memory.

-Jiyan never held your weak memory against you, it was one of the things that pointed to something else that he wished to uncover through your blossoming relationship. Even if that thing stood alone as a characteristic of your, he was already enraptured by you, he wanted to help you where he could

-In private and with intimate relationships, Jiyan can be a man of fewer words than when he is on the battlefield with so many eyes on him. Being General means being a performer to a certain extent as well, but with you he can just leave that stage and be himself

-With someone who has lost the sense of taste and the eye for color he tends to hold onto some thread of hope that you’ll be cured of it, be it by his hand or someone else’s. He watches your movements and your mannerisms for any sign of improvement and gets rather excited if he ever spots some, even if it may not be a really big deal to you or anyone else.

-Jiyan doesn’t share the same condition as you, but he understands the feeling of losing something and someone. He knows what it feels like to be adrift without a clear direction. So, he might silently mourn the fact that you can no longer enjoy the small things like colors, tastes, or memories, because he’s had his own form of loss and he felt the pain on his own skin. What he can do is try and dull any pain you might feel, or distract you from it, although he genuinely hopes you are not in pain at all.

-While you may forget past conversations or dates, forgetting such things for Jiyan is a scarce event. He holds every memory close to him, especially if he finds himself far away from you, on distant battlefields where he can only hope you haven’t forgotten about him. But there is also a poetic way to his thinking when it comes to this - if you do, in fact, forget him, he can always start again. He’d never tire, and he’d keep doing it all as long as you’d let him.

-He does leave notes for you around the house that can be quite detailed depending on the context, hoping to help you with the daily routine even while he is away from you.

-Though your memories are gone or fading and your senses have all but dulled, Jiyan would help you rediscover joy in small, often overlooked things. While you can't taste food anymore, he might make it a habit to cook you a meal, hoping that somehow you can still feel the texture or the warmth of the food, and there’s of course the health aspect to it too. And while you can't see colors, he might describe the world in such detail that you feel as though you're experiencing it through his eyes. He also helps you with your outfits if you ask him to! He may not be some fashionista but he can be of good help. In winter he does tend to mother you a bit, telling you to always dress warmly even if you may not feel as cold.

-If he ever came to see you use your “blessing” in combat, he’d be shocked, then in cautious awe. If anyone understands that great power comes with a great cost - it is him.

-You may hold power to move mountains, but Jiyan would always be there to jump in first and protect you.

Aalto

-Aalto would have come to know you through all the various branches of information he perches on, he knew you before had met you in person, but that does not erase his unending curiosity and skepticism

-He is tactical yet unassuming in his approach to you, stepping carefully to see where you stand with him. He is quick to adjust if need be, as in the end, the last thing he needs to happen is you marking him as your enemy and possibly wiping the floor with him

-As mentioned, he does approach you with a certain curiosity, he is guarded and cautious. He has heard and read so much about you but to him this concept of being “blessed” in such a way by an entity unheard of in the whole world is strange at best. There was so much yet so little, at times he was unsure what to think

-Aalto is a whimsical fellow, as we all know, but that is a part of his own public persona. No one would really suspect such a guy of any ulterior motive, and it is a character that has bought him a way into so many places

-It comes as a bit of a surprise to him when he meets you next time and you don’t seem to remember him or parts of your prior conversation. He is questioning whether this is done on purpose to send him a signal you are not interested, but soon he does realize that it is really something serious and not done of your own violation

-Aalto is used to navigating difficult situations with tactical precision, and he prides himself on his ability to control and influence outcomes. However, when faced with someone like you- someone whose condition is so profound and deeply entrenched- he might feel a sense of helplessness. His usual methods of fixing things or controlling situations wouldn’t work on you. He might even feel frustrated by his inability to do anything tangible to heal or help you reclaim you’ve already lost

-But with that being said, Aalto would definitely try and help you in the later stages of your relationship to look for some cure, or at least something to lessen this curse. Even at the start he may point to some cures you can try out. It is not an easy thing to live with and it certainly is not comfortable either. He may not completely understand it, even with the abundance of information he has, it is still unknown territory, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He never appears too stoic however, and likes to keep a lighthearted tone around you in hopes that at least his jokes and laid back demeanor can keep you calm and entertained, even if for a while, even if you’ll forget eventually

-Aalto would want to bring you “back to life” in some way, but his methods might be a bit unconventional and rather bold when it comes to it. Rather than using gentle persuasion like Jiyan, Aalto might try pushing you more directly, testing your limits, teasing, and seeing how far he can go to provoke a reaction. He may put salt instead of sugar in your food and hope you notice and scold him for it.

-This could come across as both intense and a bit intrusive at times, like a water that’s just about to burst with a boil, but it’s never done out of malice. He’d never do something that would cause you harm. He’d just want to know if there’s any spark left in you, any piece of yourself that could be awakened, and if there’s even a small sand-sized spark, he is more than willing to put all his efforts out to make it shine brighter

-While initially, Aalto might be driven by curiosity and perhaps a need for control, over time he might develop a deeper, more nuanced understanding of your condition. He would begin to realize that there’s no quick fix, no immediate solution or cure for you, and that the journey to healing is one that requires time and patience. This does make him soften, in a rather sad way in which he has to eventually accept this no matter how much he wants to keep fighting for you

-But he is more than willing to be patient, holding that hope at the back of his mind instead of making it his very sole goal. He understands that watching him jump from place to place can also be exhausting for you to see.

-In terms of your memory loss Aalto would take lots of pictures, although sadly not many would include him due to his work, but there would be his handwriting on the back of printed pictures and silly doodles as well, some also done by Encore who has grown quite fond of you

-He leaves flowers for you. After a time he also bought you a plastic potted plant, just so you can have something that lasts, as the last time he bought you a real potted plant it didn’t really live long

-He jokes about it, but he never took it to heart lol he is chill

Mortefi

-It is a bit of a lucky strike of fate that brought you two to meet, considering Mortefi doesn’t exactly go out of his way to meet new people. It would probably be Baizhi or some other that brings you to the Academy, and that is when he’d first get a sense of something different, that void that followed you like a shadow

-It is unclear to him whether this is something he is imagining or if it was something real, but as it is not exactly his field of research, he does not pursue his twinge of intrigue from there

-That is until Baizhi brings it up in conversation at a later date, something about this anomaly in your being, something that went beyond simple ailment of health. It puzzled her. And that conversation with Baizhi did leave a lasting taste in his mouth for days to come, even if Baizhi did not reveal anything confidential to him or anything concrete.

-When he meets you eye to eye he does question you a little bit about what you’re doing at the Academy again, and a conversion flows from there on out as you wait for Baizhi to come and check on you again. He wasn’t the warmest of people to converse with, but he was cordial and didn’t leave you alone in the middle of the Academy. He could tell from your mannerisms and from what you told him in the conversation that you didn’t exactly.. know what’s going on, and by that he also figured out your memory wasn’t the strongest. You made mention of getting a message from Baizhi that very morning, a reminder for you to come in, and he may have snuck a peak at your phone and saw there was more than one reminder before that one. It was a brief glance

-After your checkup, he does coincidentally meet you in the halls again and asks you about it, seemingly a little more softer but still blunt and hardy on the outside

-Mortefi wouldn’t be the type to offer overly emotional comfort. His understanding of loss or suffering would be intellectual rather than empathetic. He has lost a lot in his life as well, but he has always been forced to suppress his feelings, which led to outbursts somewhere later down the line. However, his form of sympathy wouldn’t be wholly detached but rather perceptive. He would sense that your condition is more than just a physical or psychological issue- it’s a fundamental disconnect from the world and your own spirit

- He might not express his sympathy outwardly, but there would be moments when his cold demeanor falters, and he would quietly acknowledge the sadness of your condition, even if he doesn’t directly verbalize it. He grows fond of you, and he takes a while to realize it too. He doesn’t want to believe it at first either - it is simply not logical to him, it doesn’t make sense, and intimate relationships always came hard to him anyway

-Mortefi would offer to make something for you that would help you with remembering things, he would even try to craft a special pair of glasses that would allow you to see colors, a special candy that would allow you to taste certain things..etc. He would try whatever his imagination would bring up, and it wouldn’t be rare to catch him staying up at night, trying to realize this idea into reality

-The loss of memory might fascinate Mortefi the most. He would be intrigued by how a person can live without the things that form their identity. If you think about it, everyone is just a well of memories which form not only their person, but their approach to the world around them. That includes Mortefi as well. If you don’t remember your past, it could mean you’re an empty vessel- a blank slate and therefore easily impressionable, in some way or another. He sees this as risky, so Mortefi may become rather easily irritated, or even anxious in some way, if you stop responding to his messages or if he hasn’t seen you in some time.

-Could be that you just forgot to text him… but that doesn’t stop him from worrying

-He may get a little irritated at you forgetting certain things or being late to appointments and such, but he understands this isn't done by your own choosing, so his anger is redirected at things that actually deserve his anger

Xiangli Yao

-Sweet Xiangli Yao, although when he meets you, and you're no more than another stranger to him, he still feels a sense of empathy for you. However threatening and dark that sense of emptiness that surrounds you is, it is just that which draws him in. Could he make it disappear?

-Xiangli Yao’s first reaction would be one of deep empathy. He is someone who feels others' pain deeply and would immediately recognize the gravity of your suffering. The loss of your senses and memory would weigh heavily on him.

-Of course, at the start he does not know all the details of you situation, he is quite hopeful and eager to help in whatever way he can, so when he finds out this was put upon you by a power higher even than of the sentinel, it is safe to say he feels a bit hopeless. His mind comes at a stop, like rusted cogwheels that he desperately tries to get moving again. Creaks and squeaks are all he gets in return for a while

- His first instinct would be to reach out to you, not just to understand your condition but also to offer support, even if he doesn't know how to fix things right away

-Unlike other people who might approach your condition with curiosity or detachment to satisfy their own curiosity, Xiangli Yao would actively search for ways to help you heal or regain some semblance of the things you've lost. He would likely spend time learning about your condition, asking you about how you feel or what you remember, even if your memory doesn’t work the same way. His compassionate nature would drive him to research ways to restore or help you find balance in a world without your senses and memories

-Given his ability to read people and understand emotions on a deeper level, and with him being made of a rather soft and nurturing nature, Xiangli Yao would be sensitive to how you’re feeling. He’d be able to pick up small cues and mannerisms you may display, reading you like an open book

-Even if you don't express your emotions outwardly due to your condition, he would be able to sense the subtle cues - whether it’s the way you carry yourself or even your tone of voice when you speak. This is even more amplified the more time you spend together with each other. In either case, Xiangli Yao would adapt his approach accordingly, offering emotional support without pushing you to confront anything you're not ready for

-Xiangli Yao's sense of duty and his protective nature would kick in when he realizes the extent of your condition. He would be willing to make sacrifices to help you - whether it’s giving up his time, his resources, or even putting himself in danger to find a cure for you. You may be able to protect yourself, but if he can avoid putting you in a situation where you're forced to do so, he'd do just that. He'd rather be the one fighting than let you fight

-His deep belief in looking out for others, especially those who are vulnerable or hurting, would mean that he would go to great lengths to make sure you’re taken care of, even if it means putting his own needs aside

-Xiangli Yao’s care for you is gentle and affectionate in subtle yet really warm ways, but he would respect your boundaries. He wouldn’t overwhelm you with his affections, but he would express his care in small, meaningful gestures like sending you sweet messages through the little robot he makes for you, and in the same manner he’d send you voice messages too. Similarly to Jiyan he might take to a habit of leaving notes around the house and little treats as well. Even if you can’t taste them, he hopes you’ve enjoyed the little game of hunt for them

-If you'd allow him, he'd hold your hand as you walk around as he tells you about streets you've passed through before if you've forgotten. He'd quietly remind you of the names of others if you need the help and he'd never put you in a situation that would be embarrassing for you, that's the last thing he wants you to feel, especially since this curse is not something you would've wished for if it was up to you. Sure, it gives you great power, but at what cost..? Is it really worth it?

Calcharo

-When first learning of your suffering, he might simply nod, his face calm but with a subtle furrow in his brow. He wouldn’t rush to comfort you or find out more immediately, but instead, he would want to assess whether your condition is something that can be cured or if it's just part of who you are now, or if it something that threatens his work. His mind would be working quickly, formulating potential ways to help, but he would remain quiet, choosing his words carefully

-Despite his stoic nature, Calcharo would feel a strong sense of responsibility toward you, especially if he perceives you as vulnerable. He might not openly show his concern, but he would take steps to ensure that you are protected and taken care of

-Calcharo's emotional distance doesn't mean he’s cold or indifferent to your suffering. He’s simply more reserved and slow to let his guard down. However, as he sees your struggle, a quiet protectiveness would begin to form. He is not emotionless, he’s just buried his hard deep into his duty and deeper still

- He would keep his distance in terms of expressing emotions, but he would become more protective of you, watching your movements, ensuring that you don’t push yourself too far, and subtly stepping in when you need help. He does have eyes and ears everywhere, and may give some of them the task of keeping an eye out for you if he is in a situation where he can’t lend you his supports, due to his missions and duty

-While he may understand quite early on that the power you possess may go over the limit of his own imagination, he would step in to take over instead, telling you to go and wait for him elsewhere. He is rather gruff yet coldly calm in his command to you, he does not play around with work, and especially when it comes to you

-Seeing as he has a..demon of his own, he would come to compare your two conditions over time and correlate them as well, growing a greater understanding of you even if the two conditions don’t equal one another. He can only use his own knowledge to try and understand your experience, and that is the only way he knows

-As mentioned, Calcharo is quite stumped emotionally, he has a hard time expressing himself, so vocally you shouldn’t expect much from him, but if you need any work done, he is your guy

-If he doesn’t know how to do xyz, he most definitely knows another guy that does! Must be magic/j. That being said,his love language is definitely acts of service

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