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[itsaperrybob]

https://itun.es/no/pTREC

[milla-frenchy]

I loved it so much Emily 😍😍😍 and ugh, Pero 🫠🫠🫠 and Xi��o Huā ❤️❤️❤️

“Stop or you’re going to end up with another scar to match the one over your eye.” “I’ve seen too much of your skill with a blade to believe that possible.” “I didn’t say it would be an accident.”

Haha I love her 🤭😌

Looking up at your sweet face, currently pinched in concentration, he resists the urge to sweep a fallen strand of hair off your cheek – he likes how you wear it loose around your shoulders these days, jet black silk perfectly framing your features, so softened by the Wall’s newfound peace.

Beautiful 😍🥰

With a final flick steel, you finish and the handsomeness of Pero’s now revealed face sends your heart racing.  He wears the wisdom and the long, deep lines of a life lived and fought for terribly well, though all those years of harsh living and bearing witness to the cruelties of lesser men have left their mark as well.  It’s easier for his sharp eyes not to crinkle, for the hard line of the mouth you can never resist to not smile, and yet they do.  Sometimes for you.  Sometimes for William.  Sometimes just because.  There’s still joy beneath the gruff, stoic armour this man bears, hidden like treasure and precious to you - it may be what you love most about him.

Such an amazing paragraph! I love how you described and captured Pero 😍

Thank you so much for sharing bb 🙏❤️❤️

Without Chains

1K / Pero Tovar x Chinese Fem!OC Reader

A/N: I've never written an OC Reader before but I thought, okay - if this is set in China after the events of The Great Wall, Reader can definitely be Chinese and also, I would like to do my part in adding to the diversity of works available, so... I try! Please give it a chance! 🙏🏻 This was written for @itwasntimethatdidit40's Italian Music Challenge - the song I was asked to be inspired by is Non abbiamo bisogno di parole (lyrics can be found at the end)! Congrats again on your milestone 🥳, I hope you like this and that I did the song justice 🥹🥰🥰

Summary: You help Pero shave in preparation for his journey back West with William.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Established relationship, allusion to past smut, minor angst, nickname because it's me (Pero calls reader Xiǎo Huā, which means 'little flower' in Mandarin).

Dividers by @saradika-graphics - ty!

You ignore the smirk that that tugs at the corner of Pero’s mouth, visible even through the scruff of the beard you’re currently trimming.

The brush of rough fingers dancing over the back of your thighs sends a spark of pleasure up your spine that isn’t as easily ignored, stilling the blade in your hand.

“Stop or you’re going to end up with another scar to match the one over your eye.”

“I’ve seen too much of your skill with a blade to believe that possible.”

“I didn’t say it would be an accident.”

The smirk becomes a full out grin, but Pero’s hands drop obediently so you can get back to your task. 

Focusing solely on shaving and cleaning up his facial hair so that it matches the neat haircut you gave him earlier, you’re oblivious to the adoring gaze of the sitting Spaniard whose legs you stand between.  With your figure accentuated by the lighter clothing you now wear in lieu of the wartime armour he met you in, Pero’s hands itch to touch you again, to caress your heavenly curves with the reverence they deserve.  Looking up at your sweet face, currently pinched in concentration, he resists the urge to sweep a fallen strand of hair off your cheek – he likes how you wear it loose around your shoulders these days, jet black silk perfectly framing your features, so softened by the Wall’s newfound peace.  Tài Piào Lian (so pretty), he wonders to himself, practicing the pronunciation he asked you to teach him. 

It’s not the only thing that’s been tempered.  You’ve forgiven him for the transgression that led to his imprisonment, for abandoning you and your country in your hour of need – a mistake he will regret for the remainder of his life.  He’s hard and impulsive, this warrior of yours, but not nearly as selfish as he’s been taught to be, nor as heartless as his survival would suggest.  He punishes himself enough – you can feel it in every searing kiss to your lips, every press of his hard body to yours, every drag of his cock along your warm walls since his pardon.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  You can trust me again, I promise.  Please believe me.

You do.

With a final flick steel, you finish and the handsomeness of Pero’s now revealed face sends your heart racing.  He wears the wisdom and the long, deep lines of a life lived and fought for terribly well, though all those years of harsh living and bearing witness to the cruelties of lesser men have left their mark as well.  It’s easier for his sharp eyes not to crinkle, for the hard line of the mouth you can never resist to not smile, and yet they do.  Sometimes for you.  Sometimes for William.  Sometimes just because.  There’s still joy beneath the gruff, stoic armour this man bears, hidden like treasure and precious to you - it may be what you love most about him.

You lay down the shaving razor and tilt Pero’s face to yours to examine your handiwork; running your thumbs over the cut of his jaw and through the newly pruned whiskers, you whisper softly, “There you are.”

“Here I am,” having been given unspoken permission, Pero reaches for you once more.  Feeling the warmth of you beneath his palms, he inhales the sweetness of your perfume, taking in as much of you as he can while he can.

Melted pools of kohl fix upon your own eyes as Pero’s hold on your waist tightens, “Xiǎo Huā (little flower), you could still come with me.”

“And you could stay.”

You both know that neither is possible, but the repetition of this oft held discussion is in and of itself a ritual, a vow of sorts to remind each other of the depth of your feelings: that it’s only honour and commitment to duty, something neither of you takes lightly, that can overrule the devotion you’ve pledged to one another.

“I owe him my life.”

“And I her, many times over.”

His resolve to make up for his mistake in trusting Ballard, to repay William for giving up the black powder for his life, to prove his worthiness of their friendship, all etched as deeply in his face as the scar that cuts over his left eye.  Pero’s conviction only raises him in your esteem, understanding your lover as surely as he does you in your resolution to stand loyal with Commander Lin, whose next assignment from the emperor is uncertain now that the Tao Tei have been defeated.  It’s entirely possible that your all-female regiment will be reassigned to the royal palace, dispatched to some other far off defense post, or even disbanded and sent back to your village homes and families.  Whatever the future has in store, you remain in support of your mentor and leader, your friend.

These ties and chains that you each bind upon yourselves are as unbreakable as they are voluntary; neither you nor Pero would ask the other to break them, even knowing that you cannot be together while they’re worn.  None of this requires words or explanation - you both hold these truths heavy in your hearts but never against one another.  Resting your forehead against Pero’s, the two of you sigh at the tenderness of the gesture, content in the moment.

Bound by duty to be apart… but not without hope. 

“I will return for you.”

“The journey to the East is treacherous,” you smile but your eyes sadden at the acknowledgment of this reality.

“I know.  I’ve made it before.”

“If I recall, you nearly died.  And you were brought in restrained.”

“Those restraints brought me to you, Xiǎo Huā,” Pero’s hand comes up to lovingly stroke your face, “and they tie me to you still, always and forever.”

You nuzzle into the safety of his wide palm, soaking in the affection cradled in his touch.

“When I am free, I will come to you willing and without chains or restriction, praying you will still have me,” though Pero does not doubt your heart, life has taught him that hope is a privilege not many are able to afford.

Eyes bright, you press your lips to Pero’s waiting pout and kiss him gentle and true, murmuring your own promise, “Yǒng yuǎn (forever).”

🎶Original lyrics (English translation below):

Adesso vieni qui E chiudi dolcemente gli occhi tuoi Vedrai che la tristezza passerà Il resto poi chissà Verrà domani Voglio star con te Baciare le tue labbra dirti che In questo tempo dove tutto passa Dove tutto cambia Noi siamo ancora qua E non abbiam bisogno di parole Per spiegare quello che è nascosto in fondo al nostro cuore Ma ti solleverò Tutte le volte che cadrai E raccoglierò i tuoi fiori che per strada perderai E seguirò il tuo volo Senza interferire mai Perché quello che voglio È stare insieme a te Senza catene Stare insieme a te Vieni più vicino E sciogli i tuoi capelli, amore mio Il sole ti accarezza Ti accarezzo anch'io E tu sei una rosa rossa Vieni più vicino Accendi questo fuoco amore mio E bruceranno tutte le paure Adesso lasciati andare E non abbiam bisogno di parole Per spiegare quello che è nascosto in fondo al nostro cuore Ma ti solleverò Tutte le volte che cadrai E raccoglierò i tuoi fiori che per strada perderai E seguirò il tuo volo Senza interferire mai Perché quello che voglio È stare insieme a te Senza catene Stare insieme a te Ma ti solleverò Tutte le volte che cadrai E raccoglierò i tuoi fiori che per strada perderai E seguirò il tuo volo Senza interferire mai Perché quello che voglio È stare insieme a te Senza catene Stare insieme a te

🎶Translation:

Now come here And close your eyes gently You will see that the sadness will pass The rest then who knows It will come tomorrow I want to be with you Kiss your lips tell you that In this time where everything passes Where everything changes We are still here And we don't need words To explain what is hidden deep in our hearts But I will lift you up Every time you fall And I will pick your flowers that you will lose on the road And I will follow your flight Without ever interfering Because what I want Is to be with you Without chains To be with you Come closer And let your hair down, my love The sun caresses you I caress you too And you are a red rose Come closer Light this fire my love And all the fears will burn Now let go And we don't need words To explain what is hidden deep in our hearts But I will lift you up Every time that you will fall And I will pick your flowers that you will lose on the road And I will follow your flight Without ever interfering Because what I want Is to be with you Without chains To be with you But I will lift you up Every time you fall And I will pick your flowers that you will lose on the road And I will follow your flight Without ever interfering Because what I want Is to be with you Without chains To be with you