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[tinyxing]

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[mycottonjun]

[wherethewhumpthingsare]

Challenges at Midlife (相逢时节) Whumplist

Source

Whumpee: Ning Shu; Portrayed By: Lay Zhang

Synopsis: Yu Ning was betrayed by her husband and got a divorce. Jian Hong Cheng discovers that Zhang Li Xin wants to sell the factory to pay his debts. Not willing to let his father's efforts go to waste, he returns to his hometown to protect the factory. There, he reunites with Ning Yu and finally finds out the reason why Ning Yu keeps rejecting him - she is the daughter of Cui Hao. Jian Hong Cheng uses his ways to solve the crisis at hand. However, Ning Yu's brother, Ning Shu, secretly kept making trouble for him. Jian Hong Cheng and Ning Yu worked together to stop their illogical relatives. Facing constant trifles, the two of them experienced the pain of mid-life, which allowed them to know each other again and also realize the type of life they truly wanted. (MDL)

Genre: Drama

Where to Watch: KissAsian

Note: There wasn’t a whole lot of whump in this one, but I highlighted the episodes that had the most whumpy scenes in red.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Episode 1: reprimanded, shouted at (27:35)

Episode 2-5: None

Episode 6: angry, argument with girlfriend (38:50)

Episode 7-11: None

Episode 12: argument with sister (12:50)

Episode 13: furious, upset, shouting (35:00)

Episode 14-16: None

Episode 17: slapped, stumbling, shocked, blood on his lip, scared, swallowing, threatened to be beat up (20:50); bruise on his jaw (38:10)

Episode 18: None

Episode 19: rock thrown at his window, threatened (8:45)

Episode 20: argument with sister, shouting, talking about his seizure disorder (6:40); interrogated, scared, taken away & beaten (off screen but you can hear it happening), begging, thrown on the floor, face bruised & cut up, bleeding from the mouth (20:13); in the back of a car looking tired, worried over, tended to, holding ice packs to his face (29:50)

Episode 21: depressed, not eating, bruise on his cheek (20:20); angry, arguing, protecting his mother (34:15)

Episode 22-25: None

Episode 26: tired, mom worried about him (8:55); angry, shouting, argument with sister (38:30)

Episode 27-33: None

Episode 34: ambushed, hit in the back with crowbar (35:40); waking tied up, manhandled (38:30)

Episode 35: still tied up (6:40); slapped, stumbling, protecting his mother, in a fight (28:30)

Episode 36: girlfriend breaking up with him (26:20); ambushed, grabbed, arguing, angry, punched someone, manhandled (40:38); fight, grabbed and held, punched, shoved and hit the back of his head, suddenly seizing, foaming at the mouth (42:15)

Episode 37: people watching a recording of him being attacked and seizing (5:25); awake in the hospital, worried over (14:40); girlfriend leaving him for good, kneeling down crying (42:20)

Episode 38: receiving upsetting call (17:30); rushing to hospital, panting, seeing his mother unconscious on a gurney which triggers a seizure, collapsing, foaming at the mouth, sister holding him, in hospital bed unconscious (19:50); left hospital without permission, going to confront someone, angry, knife pointed at him, grabbing knife blade, hand bleeding, stabbing someone by mistake (25:50); in prison, flashback to being taken to prison in handcuffs (29:00)

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hello! If it's alright, I would like to put in a request for a fic > Zhang Ping x Lan Jue. The prompt is they had a big fight and Zhang Ping went home looking like a kicked puppy. Lan Jue after a few days decided to coax and apologize to Zhang Ping because he realized they might break-up the longer their fight goes. The rest is up to you!

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day!

"Stubborn!"

"Mm."

"A hotheaded fool..."

"Of course, Daren."

"Incorrigible--"

"Would these be enough or should I empty out the stores again?" Xu Dong flourishes his hand. Peizhi snaps his mouth shut and flicks his sleeves back.

There are five baskets of produce, two bolts of fabric suitable for Zhang Ping and someone in his station, three jars of fine southern wine, a new set of ivory-handled writing brushes, two boxes of rare books from Lan Jue's own personal collection, and perhaps most importantly, a custom made set of cooking knives.

Frowning, he purses his lips. "Go to the chestnut seller and buy a pack of freshly roasted ones."

Peizhi thinks he sees Xu Dong's left eye twitch at his order, even as he bows and leaves to carry out his errand. "A donkey," He mutters, pouring out a fresh cup of tea. "I'm in love with an absolute donkey."

Zhang Ping is living in better conditions these days, which, for Lan Jue is still not as good as having him actually stay in Lan Manor. It isn't as if he hasn't offered him a place, if anything he had to practically tie him down just to get him to stay during those nights their discussions and meandering thoughts take a deeper, more physical touch.

Of course, when he complains about this, Mowen merely laughs at him and his woes.

"You made your bed," Mowen had managed between bouts of roaring laughter. "You can lay in it too."

This is to say, no one can understand why he is so truly determined to keep Zhang Ping by his side in the scant few months before he has to leave for Yiping County.

Peizhi tries not to think about how hurt Zhang Ping had looked when he rebutted something he said with a scoffed, "Of course you wouldn't know where your home is, you don't have one!"

That had been that. Zhang Ping had sucked in a breath, asking with a quiet voice and brown eyes that are sheened over with an emotion that was more than sadness, "Is that what you truly believe?"

And a good week has passed since he last saw Zhang Ping. Not a hair nor sight of his harried tail for one good week.

One whole week wasted being apart when they could just be...

The ache in his stomach returns with a twist, tugging in deep. Tamping down his annoyance at himself, he exhales slowly, gritting his teeth.

Looking up, he can spy the golden tops of the imperial palace glimmering in the noonday sun. Urgency burns bright in his bones. Wasting time, they're all just wasting time, and there is nothing Peizhi can do to stop the turning of the hours.

Helplessness bleeds through. Sinking its claws into his chest. He, Lan Jue, won't beg for anything from anyone but the thought that this ego could be the reason they could part without a second glance or another word, even as friends, even as strangers...

The ache in his core hollows him out and he gasps, gripping the corner of his table as a wave of lightheadedness washes over him.

Someone pushes him to a more relaxed position, and distantly Peizhi hears a familiar, gentle sigh next to his ear. "What have you been working yourself up on again?"

"Zhang Ping?"

His lover casts him a look from the corner of his eyes. Peizhi is so engrossed with drinking in the sight of him, the warmth of his body so close to him, the way he smells like the market and home all at once, that he completely misses the steaming bowl of noodles being placed in front of him.

"You haven't been eating. Xu Dong told me."

Someone is getting his pay docked next month.

"He's been telling tall tales," Peizhi grumbles, but not refusing the pair of chopsticks being pressed into his hand. Quickly, his other hand darts out to grab Zhang Ping by the wrist, refusing to let him go too far. "Don't..."

He snaps his mouth shut, turning his face away. But before he can let go, Zhang Ping turns his hand, sliding their palms together. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

Peizhi lets him fuss, serving him tea until he took his first bite of the food Zhang Ping brought with him. "Lan-daren, I want you to listen to me," Zhang Ping says after a moment of silence. "Alright?"

"Zhang Ping..."

"I know you have me in your heart, that's why you've been restless these last few weeks," Zhang Ping starts with a small smile. "You keep begging me to stay, you've tried every means in your book to keep me by your side every time. I know that you have been anxious about my impending departure for Yiping County, but Daren, I am too."

Peizhi sets his chopstick down, reaching for Zhang Ping's hand. "If you knew, if you feel the same way, then why...?"

"Because I thought that if I could still keep this small distance, if I could just... Keep you at a distance, then maybe, when we have to part, it won't..."

"It won't?"

Zhang Ping leans in, knocking their brows together. "It won't hurt as bad as I know it will."

Peizhi surrenders, then. Leans in and wraps himself around Zhang Ping. Lets strong arms hold him tightly and clings on. "I won't tell you to stay, you know that."

"I do."

"I won't do anything that will impede your ambitions."

Zhang Ping's soft huff of amusement tickles at the curve of his jaw. "I know that."

"But until you have to leave, can you please just stay?" Peizhi whispers, tilting his head, brushing his lips to the bare skin of Zhang Ping's neck. "Please. For me, just do this for me."

Zhang Ping's quiet, "Mn" is everything encapsulated into a singular syllable. And with that, a knot in his heart seems to unravel. Burying himself tighter against Zhang Ping, Peizhi hides the joy he feels, pressing his smile onto a clothed shoulder.

Later, and later still, when all that covers their bare skins is the wash of silver moonlight and the warm night air, Peizhi luxuriates in the feeling of Zhang Ping's fingers carding through his hair.

"I'm sorry for what I said."

"Which part?" Zhang Ping teases, grunting a burst of laughter when Peizhi bites at his arm in retaliation.

Pulling him back to his side, Zhang Ping runs his clever fingers down the line of his spine.

"If you mean to be apologising for what you said the other day about me not having a home, then I should also apologise."

Puzzled, Peizhi shifts himself to look into Zhang Ping's warm and fond eyes, waiting for him to continue. "I was hurt, yes. But more than that, I was disappointed in myself."

"Disappointed?"

"Disappointed, yes." His beloved smiles wryly. Gentle fingertips brush over Peizhi's cheek, settling his touch on the side of his head. "Disappointed in me that I ever made you doubt that you are my home."

A wave of sudden affection cinches itself around his throat, leaving Peizhi breathless, struck dumb at the confession.

Zhang Ping shuffles closer, snuggling into Peizhi. "I know you haven't promised me anything, but in a few years, once the roots of the Empress Dowager's influence have been cleared out, I'll come back to you. And when I do, let's live together. In a house with two studies and a room for both our books. We can have a garden and a place where we can keep a few fish. At night, we can watch the moon together on the veranda. We can be together."

With a hand to Peizhi's chest, he whispers, "Alright?"

Quickly turning his face into the pillow, Peizhi breathes in deep over the prickle of emotion clogging his throat. Not that there was any doubt in the wet sniffles colouring the night silence between them, but Zhang Ping allows him this, moving in for gentle kisses to his temple.

"Have you been eating candies? Since when did your mouth become so sweet?" Peizhi grouses. Pulling Zhang Ping tightly to him, he nods, cheek to warm skin. "A gentleman never goes back on his promise. So you must remember this."

Zhang Ping's laughter in his ear is as good as the sweetest melodies plucked by the most talented musicians. Tangling their bodies together once more, Peizhi smiles when Zhang Ping says, "Of course. I'll need to come home to you after all."

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*  \̲\̲  dai gao zheng,  cismale  +  he/him  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   ruohan zhang ?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   ryder.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a/an   mechanic + street racer / capo   that’s   protected   by   the gutierrez,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the  twenty nine year old   is   known   to   be   guarded   and   indifferent,   yet   adroit   and   charismatic .   it’s   lust   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   nothing looks the same in the light   by   wham   and   are   never   seen   without   a pack of camels   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   deep unhealed scars right where wings should’ve been, footsteps cutting through the silence as you hum along to the death you caused, grainy footage of  a  camcorde coming to an end abruptly, having dinner with a bloody white collared shirt accompanied with a cigarette and the mess you made laying besides you, a boyish smirk plastered across your lips after succeeding another pawn in your game so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    angel,  23,  she/her,  est

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so, twitter packs like this has been my goal since day 1, but i don’ t know what happened hahaha well, let’s start

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[pcybunn]

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[tinyxing]

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Half a God

Chapter 1

Chapter wordcount: 2230

Warnings: violence, profanity

Key words: werewolf, soulmate, Alpha x Omega, romance, fiction

Like many of such stories, this one too begins with a ball. A dance where one could find their soulmate if the Gods decided to bless them with one. The concept was unknown to humans but to werewolves it was the most sacrosanct law of all and an opportunity to celebrate their ancient Gods.

The honour of hosting such an important event as the annual mating ball as it was more commonly known, befell each of the four dominant packs every quarter of a century. They represented different ends of the world and guarded the secrets of their lives against humans and therefore, named themselves after the cardinal directions of the sky. This year, the Eastern pack hosted the ball for the first time in fifty years.

Although Y/N was a member of this great wolf pack, respectively, her existence was but insignificant to her fellow members for the weak rank she displayed in physical combat. Yet for what Y/N lacked in her fighting skill, she easily surpassed with her intelligence and uncommon beauty.

Given this, a few young men asked Y/N to dance yet none felt the mate bond and neither did Y/N herself feel any connection to them. She thanked each for the dance, however, before they walked away disinterested or disappointed until she was left alone in the middle of the dancefloor.

She gently pushed her way through the couples and tried to find her table in the crowd of dazzled-up girls smiling and playing with their hair. They were talking to young men, some even with potential mates twice their age. The sight made Y/N’s stomach turn – not because she was prejudiced against age but because she feared the choice the Gods have made for her soulmate – if there even was one. Who they chose could not be helped although there were instances of rejection. Those people could never get another person fated to them and would live a terrible destiny for the rest of their lives for angering the deities, Moon Goddess especially.

Y/N lost sight of her seat when her shoulder brushed against one of the guests, a shock of electricity shooting up her arm. She flinched and turned around, coming face to face with Alpha Lay, the young leader of the Northern pack. His chest tensed beneath his shirt, his jaw clenching as his dark brown eyes turned bright copper.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Y/N and lowered her head in a small curtesy before she slipped away, rubbing her arm where the electricity stung her. Y/N’s head became as light as a feather and her skin tingled beneath the temperature of her body.

A hand wrapped around Y/N’s elbow, stopping her on her tracks. She gasped when another, almost painful shot of electricity burst through her and tried to pull her arm away but Alpha Lay held her firmly.

“Mate,” he spoke quietly, only loud enough for her to hear it. Breath caught in her lungs as Y/N’s eyes locked with his, her heart pulsating roughly through her throat. Mate, spoke the voice within her and there was no stopping it.

“N-No,” stuttered Y/N and backed away, finally making it through the crowd. Instead, she met another angry face – that of her own Alpha.

“What do you think you’re doing speaking to Lay the low-dog that you are whatever-your-name-is? Didn’t you just join our pack? Gods know what kind of insult he must have taken having someone like you cross his path,” spat Alpha Manolo and yanked Y/N’s arm tightly. His fingers dug into her skin whilst she struggled to explain what had happened but no words would come out of her mouth. She was light-headed and her skin still pricked with heat from the sheer contact with her soulmate.

“Take your hands off her,” spoke a low, threatening voice that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine and she was not the only one. Her gaze snapped to the tall man beside her, then to his fist clenched around Alpha Manolo’s forearm. The man whose authority Y/N has feared for the majority of her young adulthood did as he was told without a second glance. Manolo’s lips parted when Alpha Lay gently pushed Y/N behind him and stared down her Alpha. No words needed to be spoken – it was clear.

Without having noticed it before, Y/N realised that the entire room went silent. All eyes were glued to the edge of the dancefloor where the three of you stood.

“She’s mine,” confirmed Alpha Lay aloud yet he did not raise his voice. Alpha Manolo nodded anyways and lowered his gaze respectfully.

“Of course.”

Y/N looked around for a friend, a familiar face to beg to come to her aid but it seemed as if the bright chandelier lights had wiped out her vision.

“Come with me,” spoke Alpha Lay to her, waking Y/N from her thoughts. To her surprise, even shock, the tone of his voice did not sound commanding. Instead, it was almost as if he were asking her to join him.

Y/N could not even nod or shake her head but she did follow Alpha Lay outside into the garden of the Manolo family residence.

It was late in the evening with the crescent providing the sole light besides the sparkling windows of the villa. Cold breath filled Y/N’s lungs and small yet rapid clouds of smoke appeared before her mouth. Her lips went dry but her body was itching with heat. Her palms began trembling first, then her chest and then her legs until she was shivering all over. The only thing that went away with the crisp fresh air was her dizziness.

Alpha Lay closed the door behind them, blocking out the music and the noise of the hall which rose like a swarm of bees as they left the room.

Y/N stared at him carefully, her eyes sparkling like newly cut glass. Her bare arms were crossed over her chest to steady her shivering. Alpha Lay approached to talk to her but Y/N could not help but take a step back. Alpha Lay stopped still, noticing her discomfort. He was not only much taller than her but the formidable energy he radiated weighed heavily on Y/N.

“Take my jacket,” said Alpha Lay and took of his suit-jacket. The fragrance of his clothes wrapping around Y/N hit her like a brick before she had time to protest. Her eyes closed involuntarily and her knees went soft like warm butter. It was as if her body had filled with helium and she was about to fly off into space.

Alpha Lay cupped her cold cheeks and made her look up at him, a strong frown on his face when she opened her eyes.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Y/N,” she whispered, her gaze locking with his as she slowly regained her awareness. She had never felt this way before yet it was like all the worries had left her body.

“My name is Lay.”

“I know,” said Y/N quietly, suddenly realising how close they were standing and who she was standing before. Of course, she had heard of him. He was notorious as were all of the four pack leaders. He, however, only came into power in the recent years yet displayed incredible results as Northern pack was but in ruins when Alpha Lay took it on. It was the strongest of the four now.

Y/N took in a deep breath of cold air and backed away again. She hit one of the pillars on the back terrace, awakening completely. She took off Alpha Lay’s jacket immediately and offered it back, quickly lowering her head as she realised her position once again.

“Please take it back, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have accepted it,” she spoke, a shiver of fear hiding in the tone of her voice. Y/N did not have to look up to see the frown in which Alpha Lay’s brows had furrowed into.

“Keep it, it’s cold, mate,” he addressed her, causing Y/N’s gaze to snap up to his own. Her lips parted but nothing came out.

“Why did you say ‘no’ to me before?” questioned Alpha Lay, his tone turning lower and darker. “Are you rejecting me?”

Y/N shook her head quickly long before she could manage a word.

“I… I… I’m not, I-I just… I thought… Aren’t you rejecting me?” she asked when suddenly, with only one question all of her troubles and worries had come back. Y/N’s head wrapped into a heavy headache and her stomach twisted into knots as the moment she had dreaded all her life came to be.

“Why would you think that?” frowned Alpha Lay and reached for her cheek instinctively.

“I just… I just thought…”

“You’re perfect,” he spoke quietly, his eyes flashing copper red.

Y/N’s lips parted but nothing else came out. Instead, she shook her head and looked down yet some of the weight lifted off her shoulders although she could not be sure of his words.

“You don’t even know me…”

“I will get to know you, won’t I?” said Alpha Lay and propped her cheek to face him. A gentleness rested in his features which Y/N had not noticed before.

“I… I suppose so,” said Y/N quietly and licked her dry lips. She tried to avoid Alpha Lay’s gaze but he had her eyes tied to his own.

“Good,” agreed the Alpha and stood up straight, “Now, will you get your things? I want to leave this place now that I’ve found you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped altogether as she had not even realised that this would happen. She had never even thought about the possibility of her soulmate not being a part of her own pack, of not living in the same town.

“Shouldn’t I speak to my Alpha first?” asked Y/N as she followed her soulmate across the garden.

“Why would you need to speak to him?”

“I should probably… inform him that I’m leaving, right?”

“Believe me, he already knows,” said Alpha Lay and led the way. “And he is not your Alpha anymore,” he spoke even graver, the tone of his voice driving a knife through Y/N’s stomach.

“Right, I’m sorry, Alpha,” she apologised but it made Alpha Lay stop on his tracks and Y/N bump face-front into his back. She stumbled back and looked up at him. His arm wrapped around her waist and steadied her but before she could apologise once again, he spoke instead.

“Don’t call me Alpha. I’m only your Alpha in terms of leadership of the pack but in every other aspect you’re my equal, Y/N,” said Alpha Lay, towering easily over his mate.

Breath caught in the back of Y/N’s throat at the sound of his words. Her gaze flickered between his eyes, searching for any hint of sarcasm yet there was none. She was not even accepted as a valuable member in her own pack and suddenly she was made equal to one of the four great Alphas.

“Just call me Lay, will you?” he spoke in a softer voice.

***

Y/N packed her things although it was no easy chore. She had not planned this and a part of her wanted to ask Lay if she can stay but she could not make herself utter the request. It was logical she would have to come with him, not only because of his position but because she had nothing to offer him. Even the bed in her room was a single so one of them would have to sleep on the floor should she try to convince him to stay instead.

Yet no matter how long it took for Y/N to pack, Alpha Lay did not say a word. He waited patiently by the door, following her with his careful gaze. She gathered her things at last and looked across her almost empty room. The bed still had the linen so the room did not appear completely deserted but what life it had before was all gone now. The photos were taken off the wall, the writing desk cleared up. There were some books left on the shelves but only those that were already there when the pack administration gave her the room.

“I think I’m done,” murmured Y/N and took one last glance at her room. Alpha Lay grabbed her heavy suitcase although it sat almost effortlessly in his hand. She put on her backpack and thanked Lay for helping her carry her things . He did not say anything, not until they reached the bottom of the building’s staircase.

“Do you want to say goodbye to anyone?”

Y/N paused and considered it. “There are not really much people I know here. My friends and family are all back in my hometown. They are not… They are not a part of the pack,” explained Y/N somewhat awkwardly.

“Why?”

“They’re not werewolves. I mean, my family… they are, just not… not like this,” said Y/N and looked around at the pack building. There were plenty people who were werewolves but their gene had never activated in their life. Even those who did know they could shift often chose a more human lifestyle.

Y/N followed Alpha Lay to his car and settled in the passenger seat. The car smelled nice, even too nice because before long she drifted off to sleep, engulfed with the comforting scent of her soulmate.

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