#the untamed juniors x reader

[drama--universe]

Five Chickens

Requested by anonymous: Hey Hey! How about our 4 juniors boys from The Untamed, joined by a junior girl from the Nie clan (I think she could be Nie Huaisang's younger sister), when she saves their lives from a demon, but turns ugly during the fight. She is stubborn and so refuses their help, without realizing herself that the weapon that hit her was poisoned and she was in agony after a few days. But they manage to save her, repaying her for her earlier help. THX, have a nice day!❣️❣️❣️

Pairing: Untamed Juniors x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.0k words

Part 2

"She'll do great, she knows what she's doing." Wuxian was teasing Huaisang, with a stupid grin as he watched you and all other younglings march out into the fields. Huaisang's eyes remained trained on you and he didn't even react to Wuxian's comment, much to the man's dismay. He was right, Huaisang knew that much, and yet he couldn't help but worry about you.

This would be your first official hunt, dressed in the dark grey robes that represented your clan and a large saber in hand. Unlike him, you were much more interested in fighting and swords. If anything, you were a carbon copy of your oldest brother, Mingjue. Only differences that you were a bit less aggressive, but in now way should you be angered. You had been hunting since you were 10 years old, a talent for tracking and killing demons that gained you the title of 'the little demon of Nie'. Yet, Huaisang was worried. He didn't want to lose another on of his family members.

"It went this way!" Jing Ling's voice was booming loud, anyone near could hear it and in turn also creatures. Sizhui and Zizhen were trying to shush the boy, but getting Jingyi quiet was another task.

"I know it went this way, I'm not blind! But can you see anything here, stupid?" Jingyi screamed back before all of them froze when something loud growled behind them. With a turn of their heads, the cause of this became clear.

They supposed it was a man, but it's body was disfigured and broken. Black smoke surrounded it, pulling attention away from the obvious dangling arm and broken leg.

"Uh... demon?" Zizhen stuttered and the others nodded before jumping when the creature let out a loud roar. They ran in an instance, avoiding trees as they were chased.

"I thought there were only bunnies!" Jingyi screamed loudly as he jumped over some fallen trees, daring to look back and only screaming when he noticed how close the demon was to him. Curses flew from his mouth, which made Sizhui frown at the breaking of the rules. With another roar, they all dared to look back before slowing down. Someone had jumped on the demon, sword slashing away at the enemy as they avoided the attacks. The quartet slowed down, staring at their savior as they fought. Then, with a final blow, the demon crashed to the ground, smoke completely gone and a girl straddling the body with the sword impaled into it's chest.

"You guys run like chickens." The comment was unexpected, so much so that Sizhui couldn't help but laugh while others stared in shock. You got up, pulling your saber out of the demon's body and watching as it turned to ashes before you walked closer to the quartet. It was then that they realized that you were Nie (Y/n), if not for the saber it was for the smirk you wore that sent shivers down their spines and reminded them of Nie Mingjue. You walked closer before pausing right in front of them, saber now thrown over your shoulder as you placed your other hand on your hip.

'You're hurt." Sizhui noticed the long scratch on your leg, cutting through your robes and revealing your leg along with the wound. You followed his gaze, looking at your leg with confusion before sighing softly as you tore a lower part of your robes before lifting the robes up to your hip.

"Cover up!" Jin Ling and Jingyi yelled in sync, all of them turning away from seeing you practically naked or at least like they believed. You paused for a few seconds before rolling your eyes, continuing to wrapping your leg to keep the blood loss to a minimum. Then you lowered your robes once again and looking back at the boys.

"Let's find something else to hunt, you chickens." You spoke as you brushed past them, walk turning into a sprint as you got sight of another creature. The four boys couldn't help but follow, although it was with slight hesitance in their steps.

"Oi, chickens!" There rang a collective groan from the group as they noticed you approaching, or more specifically from Jin Ling and Jingyi as they all turned to face your approaching figure.

"Stop calling us that!" Jingyi called out, clearly annoyed as he glared at you. You didn't react to the glare, instead you just smiled at Sizhui as he greeted you. He was probably the only once that didn't mind the nickname too much, he was used to worse kind of nicknames at this point (Wuxian being the cause of this).

You stopped once you were next to the group, sighing loudly before looking at the object in Sizhui's hands. It was a child's toy, yet he held it with such care and you couldn't help but wonder why.

"Did you buy that here?" You asked, pointing at the object and Sizhui looked down before nodding. He opened his hands fully to reveal the toy, which now was clearly shown to be a butterfly. It was pretty and reminded you of the toys that you had as a child, not that you cared much for those when you were young as you preferred to play with the swords of your brother.

"Did you go to the doctor for your wounds?" Zizhen asked and you smiled at the boy, but shook your head nonetheless. You didn't see the point, it was a simple flesh wound and you were used to those.

"Are you sure that's okay?" "Yeah, I cleaned and wrapped it. It'll be fine, nothing I haven't had before." You said with another smile, not flinching in the slightest as you prodded at the wound before shrugging it off.

"What about you? You sprained your ankle, no?" You turned to Jin Ling and he looked surprised that you knew that before nodding at you, yet not speaking up besides a thank you. Right when you were about to say something else, you heard a loud shout from behind you as a man walked by with a cart full of snacks. With wide eyes, you carefully watched the sugar covered fruits and your hand was quick to move to your money pouch. You raced to the man, buying five sugar covered fruit skewers before handing the vendor his money. Then you made your way back to the group.

"Here you go, enjoy!" You smiled as you handed out the skewers to the quartet, who all took it with slight hesitation before all taking a bite. In a second, all their faces lit up as they continued to eat to the treat. You followed, carefully biting into the fruit and listening to the small crack of the sugar. With a small, you chewed on the candy with a happy sigh. It was nice to eat some sugar once in a while, even if it was super unhealthy for you. Only halfway through the apple, you suddenly felt a pain in your abdomen that tore right through your whole body. The apple clattered to the ground, shattering on impact while you held your stomach in pain as your vision blurred before turning dark.

Sizhui was the first to react as he watched you go down, his own treat joining yours on the ground as he gently laid you down. You were unconscious, but clearly still in pain as your brows furrowed. Black lines were rising above your collar, stopping right underneath your jawline and the lines were slightly raised up.

"She needs a doctor." Sizhui said and Jing Ling, surprisingly, was first to lift you up on his back, making sure that your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and that he had a firm grasp on your legs before he turned his head to the group. Zizhen was the first to speak again, leading the way to the closest doctor. Surely the doctor must've been shocked to see them run in, all of you from rather major clans, but he was quick to move as he noticed your state.

Your skin had turned pale, the black marks had grown more noticeable and your eyes were flickering open and closed every few seconds. When you were laid down on the bed, the doctor was quick to check your state as the others watched patiently for whatever was happening. The doctor was quick to start treatment, not saying a single thing as he treated you with various things like liquid medicines or cream. It took only a couple of minutes before he finished, sighing loudly before making his way over to the quartet.

"How long has she been like that?" "We don't know, we only saw her today. Before today it has been two weeks or so." Sizhui answered and the doctor nodded, jotting it down before handing them a bottle with medicine pills.

"She needs this every day, one in the morning and one in the evening." He then said, looking at them with a stern gaze while Jingyi took ahold of the medicine.

"She also needs a lot of rest for the poison to get out of her system, I even recommend helping her by making her spiritual energy circulate faster. How you do that is your and her choice." The doctor continued before turning away and continuing his previous work while Jin Ling walked back to you. You were lifted again, once again laying on his back as he made sure that you wouldn't fall.

Then all of you made your way back to the hotel, where they could hopefully warn some of the adults of your condition.

"I am not a child..." You spoke as your medicine was handed to you along with a cup of water by Jingyi, who almost looked like he didn't really want to be here. Nonetheless, you took the pill and swallowed it with a heavy sigh. Being bedridden was not your style, you hated being stuck in the same room from sunrise to sundown. The quartet visited every day to take care of you and Xichen came along every two to three days to help you to help you with your spiritual energy. Right now, the black veins had gone back down, now only near your wound like any normal infection, and it didn't hurt anymore thanks to the faster healing rate due to your spiritual energy.

"Then you would've gone to the doctor when needed. Besides, you're fourteen." Jingyi said and you pouted at him before laying back down. You pulled your blanket up before looking back towards Jingyi, patting the spot beside you. Jingyi gave you a short glare, turning around with a huff and you sighed.

"Chicken." You whispered, to which Jingyi gave you another glare before laying down anyway. You smiled at your victory, leaning your head against his shoulder before sighing again.

"Thank you for the help. You and the other boys, of course." You whispered again, but Jingyi didn't answer you and it just remained quiet in the room. Until the other three appeared, all pausing as they saw Jingyi lay beside you. You lifted your head, patting the bed softly again and causing the three to join you by sitting down near your legs while Zizhen moved to sit against the wall on your other side.

"How are you?" "Well, I'm bored. So, did you bring something to eat?" You asked, staring at Sizhui with curious eyes. He reacted by simply pulling out a pouch and opening it to reveal some hard candies that you had asked for. You sat back up, happily grabbing one and popping it into your mouth with a happy smile.

"You're the best!" You laid back down and chewed happily, laying your head against Jingyi's shoulder once again. The boys talked and you just listened to them with a smile, laughing at the comments they made. It was under weird circumstances, but you were glad you had met them and became friends.

With those thoughts, you drifted to sleep with a smile on your face.

[fiercewiings]

♡ Introduction and Rules ♡

Hi there! My name is Topaz, I’m 22 years old, and I go by she/they pronouns! I’m an illustration student who also enjoys writing, hence why this writing blog was born haha (▰˘◡˘▰)

I enjoy writing just about anything, but especially hurt/comfort, fluff, and angst ! I also love to write headcanons, ships, platonic stuffs, and even some nsfw on occasion ;) all of my work is going to be gender neutral unless stated otherwise !

♡ Requests are officially open! ♡

To start off, here are some of the main fandoms I am in and who I will write for in said fandoms, everyone listed can be written for NSFW requests unless otherwise stated:

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed/TGMoDC) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Seniors:

Lan Zhan

Wei Wuxian

Lan Xichen

Jiang Cheng

Jiang Yanli

Jin Guangyao

Nie Huaisang

Wen Ning

Wen Qing

Juniors (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Jin Ling

Lan Sizhui

Lan Jingyi

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Hua Cheng

Xie Lian

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Faraway Wanderers (TYK/Word of Honor) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Seniors:

Zhou Zishu

Wen Kexing

Ye Baiyi

Juniors (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Gu Xiang

Cao Weining

Zhang Chengling

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Chainsaw Man *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Devil Hunters:

Aki Hayakawa

Kobeni Higashiyama

Kishibe

Quanxi

Angel

Devils/Fiends (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Beam

Denji

Power

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Spy x Family *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Loid Forger (Twilight)

Yor Forger (Thorn Princess)

Franky Franklin

Sylvia Sherwood

Fiona Frost (Nightfall)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* My Hero Academia *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Students (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

Katsuki Bakugou

Ochako Uraraka

Shouto Todoroki

Tenya Iida

Eijirou Kirishima

Hanta Sero

Mashirao Ojirou

Denki Kaminari

Mina Ashido

Momo Yaoyorozu

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tsuyu Asui

Kyouka Jiro

Hitoshi Shinsou

Villains:

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

Himiko Toga (NO NSFW)

Tomura Shigaraki

Mr. Compress

Twice

Dabi

Pro Heroes:

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods)

Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke)

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Amajiki

Nejire Hado

Nana Shimura

Sir Nighteye

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Jujutsu Kaisen *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Students (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Yuuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Maki Zenin

Toge Inumaki

Kasumi Miwa

Professional Sorcerers:

Gojou Satoru

Nanami Kento

Ieri Shoko

Special Grades/Vengeful Spirits:

Sukuna

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Demon Slayer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Demon Slayers (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Nezuko Kamado

Kanao Tsuyuri

Hashira (NSFW OK):

Giyuu Tomioka (Water)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Fire)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Love)

Obanai Iguro (Serpent)

Shinobu Kocho (Insect)

Demons:

Tamayo

Yushiro

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

General Characters (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijimura

Koichi Hirose

Reimi Sugimoto

Mikitaka Hazekura

Yukako Yamagishi

Giorno Giovanna (Haruno Shiobana)

Narancia Ghirga

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

General Characters (NSFW OK):

Jonathan Joestar

Erina Pendleton

Joseph Joestar

Caesar A. Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Suzi Q

Jotaro Kujo (after Part 3 ONLY)

Muhammad Avdol

Noriaki Kakyoin (after Part 3 ONLY/AUs)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Holy Kujo

Rohan Kishibe

Tomoko Higashikata

Shinobu Kawajiri

Bruno Bucciarati

Leone Abbachio

Guido Mista

Jolyne Cujoh

Ermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Narciso Anasui

Antagonists:

DIO (all parts)

Hol Horse

Yoshikage Kira

Diavolo

Risotto Nero

Melone

Ghiaccio

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

General Characters (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Hanako-kun

Nene Yashiro

Minamoto Kou

Mitsuba Sousuke

Akane Aoi

Nanamine Sakura

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The Arcana: Visual Novel *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The Main Six:

Asra Alnazar

Julian (Ilya) Devorak

Nadia Satrinava

Portia (Pasha) Devorak

Count Lucio

Muriel

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* THE RULES ! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

What I will write:

Headcanons

Scenarios

Imagines

Reactions

Alphabets

Song fics

Plus size readers/characters

Body insecurities

Mental health (anxiety/panic disorders mostly but I will put warnings!!)

LGBTQ+ readers/characters (including poly and ace!! I am queer myself ^-^)

TW// What I will NOT write:

Any kind of p*dophilia (aka romantic relationships between adults/minors/teachers/students)

Illegal drug use (weed/marijuana is ok)

R*pe or inc*st

Don’t be shy to pop in my inbox and request something or just to talk ! :> Anyways, I hope you will enjoy your stay and remember, you’re loved!!

♡ Requests are officially open! ♡

[tangledinmdzs]

Can you do ickies but junior version?

aw yea; i’m glad you liked the first one!

i think the juniors are babies themselves, so this will be fun to write. i am picturing this in our canon au!

(the "ickies" hc in reference found here)

enjoy~

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

Lan Sizhui

you were both on shared baby-sitting duties,

the little child, your cousin, bouncing happily in your lap

and the sight of you playing with the little boy,

the smile on your face

and the way that the child’s eyes light up with each song that you sing

makes Sizhui’s heart swell so much

that he can’t help but lean over and place a gentle kiss on your cheek

it startles you 

a happy surprise

when you turn to look at him, still bouncing the little boy in your arms, you’re a little winded by the pure look of love when your eyes lock

you find yourself gravitating to him naturally, though this time you place a kiss right on his nose

it is clear that you both want to kiss each other very much

but there was a child, 

and said child, sat in the middle of you both, has his hands covering his eyes, ears red just like a certain Lan

Lan Jingyi

the giggling around you is what makes you both break away from the kiss

first out of curiosity

then settled embarrassment

even as a senior disciple now,

Lan Jingyi was not as intimidating as his title

especially when he was caught kissing you

“jie-jie and ge-ge sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g” the young Lan disciples sing song in a circle around you, making faces and laughing as Jingyi huffs and tries to get them to settle down

the blush on your face is high and red,

you can’t help but take your long robes and cover your face with your hands

at the sight of you, Jingyi simply laughs louder,

can’t hide the smile on his face

he ignores all the teasing and pointing from the younger disciples to take you into his arms,

to let you hide your face in his chest

wrapped so tightly in his hug does little to help the redness on your cheeks

but you don’t leave his arms anyways

Jin Ling

the taste of the hawthorn candies is sweet on your lips,

and Jin Ling’s hand is where it cradles your face

and clearly kissing on the sidelines of a marketplace is not really the place to be

but Jin Ling couldn’t help it,

not when your lips were shiny from the coating of the caramelized sugar

not when your eyes were lit up little a child at the very first bite

not when you looked absolutely adorable

“ge, is that how you’re supposed to eat the candies?” 

the little girl’s voice is genuinely curious, pointing at the sight of you and Jin Ling, lips locked near the candy stand

the taller boy cringes, pats the little girl’s head as he takes her hand to lead her away

“no, that’s how adults eat them”

Ouyang Zizhen

Zizhen’s lips had always been a distraction to you

but when he’s kissing you,

it completely makes you forget about everything else

it’s the loud gagging noise near by that makes you break away from Zizhen’s lips

even then, he still chases after your lips naturally

and you have to catch his face with your hands to get him to open his eyes again

you both turn to the side to see none other than your younger cousins,

when the six year olds meet your eyes, the boys proceed to make even more exaggerated puking and grossed out sounds 

and you huff at them, ready to go and give them lecture,

when your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your waist,

hold you back,

hold you close

his breath is warm where it tickles your neck,

“let’s go somewhere a little more private,”

and you can’t help but follow

[lanwangjisnow]

Melting Ice

Lan Wangji x reader ( Part 5)

The night at Mo mansion Wei Wuxian saw Hanguang- Jun arrived just in the moment to defend his disciples. Wei Wuxian had to run away before getting caught, but Hanguang – Jun had already suspected it could be Wei Ying. He saw Lan Wangji was staring at the darkness as he was secretly watching him from far behind. Then there was a person approached Lan Wangji. "Senior Y/N" young disciples chanted. You were glad to see Lan Wangji and all disciples were safe.

"Y/N" Wei Wuxian whispered "you are still at Cloud Recesses. It's good to see you. Hope we can meet again" he smiled to himself.

"Hanguang-Jun" you called Lan Wangji. He turned around and walked away with you.

After Lan Wangi finally brought Wei Wuxian back to Gusu he did not forget to run behind you. When you were petting rabbits he hugged you from back, giving you a heart attack. "Y/N" he purred. "Wei Ying!" you panicked ( note that - you were the only other person who knew he was real Wei Wuxian and not Mo Xuanyu after Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen then) Wei Wuxian laughed but did not release you. "Are you not happy to see me after many years? No. I'm not letting you go"

"Wei Ying, I missed you so much but..." You sighed. It wasn't that you were not happy to see him but you did not want a new rumor to add up to the ongoing list. Then, there heard some noises and Wei Wuxain dropped his hug. Less than a couple of minutes Lan Sizhui and some young disciples came.

"We can't hug because of them? " Wei Wuxian pointed young disciples with a pouty face. You were so embarrassed when young disciples were confused and said, "I'm going to the library" because you wanted to run away from the situation but Wei Wuxian immediately wanted to follow you. "I'm coming too" he said and about to touch your hand but Lan Jingyi interfered.

"Are you crazy? "he yelled at Wei Wuxain" You shouldn't be so close to Senior Y/N"

Wei Wuxian smirked. "Ah! what made you think so?"

"because Hanguang- Jun..." Lan Jingyi stepped front and was about to bluster but Lan Sizhui dragged Lan Jingyi back. "Apologize for our behavior, Senior Mo". He bowed and you tried to melt the tension by saying "Sizhui, do not be late for lunch and take everyone with you", despite you were flushing after hearing about Lan Wangji.

"Senior Y/N, we will go now" Lan Sizhui bowed you and turned to Wei Wuxain "Senior Mo, we are more than happy to escort you"

Lan Jingyi rolled his eyes. He was not delighted to walk with Wei Wuxian anywhere. Wei Wuxian could not reject the kind invitation of Lan Sizhui. He looked at you and you nodded approving the suggestion. "Y/N, will you come too?"

"I'll be there soon" you smiled before leaving the group.

Wei Wuxian was half disappointed that you did not join them, but left with Lan Sizhui. However, you could not meet him at dining hall as Wei Wuxian was then ready go to Qinghe with Lan Wangji and you met them before the exit of the Cloud Recesses instead.

"Hanguang-Jun, I'm coming with you two"

Hanguang-Jun shook his head sightly "stay".

"No' you said sternly. Wei Wuxian giggled "feisty huh?" Actually he enjoyed how you rejected Hanguang-Jun's order. Lan Wangji did not say anything but for Wei Wuxian's surprise, Lan Wangji helped you to getting on the back of a pony, and took reins of both his horse and your pony as you were no good at riding on your own.

The journey did not end at Qinghe and it went further. Everywhere Lan Wangji was in constant anxiousness that you might get hurt and made you stay at comfortable inns until he dealt with dangerous places. (exactly, he was spoiling you).

One night when you were at Qiting Tavern, you were suddenly called by Wei Wuxian. When you ran to him there was drunken Lan Wangji besides him trying to stand steady. With an absent mind Lan Wangji looked at you and passing both you and Wei Wuxain made his way to bed. Wei Wuxian looked at you and you looked at him.

"Where's he been? "You asked worriedly.

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! He is very stubborn" Wei Wuxian shook his head with hands on his hips. Next, he narrated you the story of from Lan Wangji trying to give him hens to where he called you. You giggled. You knew Lan Wangji could be a baby, sometimes when he was drunk.

After bidding goodnight to Wei Wuxian, you returned to your room, but before you could fall asleep, your eyes widened as Lan Wangji came to your bed staggering. He just plonked on small bed and started cuddling. "Y/N" he cooed and snuggled closer.

"Lan Zhan" you smiled as you found him had fallen asleep while hugging you.

At Yi City Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxain had met the juniors and together they came to Tanzhou at night. Out of all shops Lan Sizhui's eyes caught a toy store where there were paper butterflies. Even though Jin Ling insulted him for fancying toys, he could not resist buying a paper toy just like the one he got in his childhood.

You saw how dearly he was holding the butterfly and could not resist buying another for him. Lan Sizhui overjoyed and for a second he forgot Gasu rules, and threw arms around you. He has grown up taller than you but still hugging you as if he was a child. "Senior Y/N"

"Is Senior Y/N his mother? They don't look related? Anyway, Senior Y/N is spoiling him. May be that's why he is behaving like a kid after all" Jin Ling mocked.

"Yes, Senior Y/N is his mother and Hangunag-Jun is his father, and they do what they want. Do you have more questions?" Lan Jingyi retorted shutting Jin Ling's mouth.

You left the Sizhui with his friends and went to the inn where Lan Wangji told you to wait that day. On the other hand, it took a while for Lan Wangji to talk with Lan Xichen and to deal with bickering juniors at downstairs before reaching you. The juniors saw he was carrying liquor upstairs but there was something else in his other hand too. After he left Jin Jingyi suddenly realized what it was and dropped the pieced of the meat he was eating his for the second time.

"Wasn't that a jade rabbit?"

Lan Sizhui coughed.

When Lan Wangji walked in to the room, you and Wei Wuxain were having a chat. Wei Wuxain through this journey was thinking what kind of a relationship that you and Lan Wangji were having. The rumors were unavoidable, and he heard from random men that Hanguang-Jun and you were a couple, and you must have must have fed him with a love portion on him or he would never be fell for you. Then Wei Wuxian did not hesitated to reply with answers outwitting them and emphasizing how cute you were. Anyway, since he returned he felt that he was having serious feelings for you, even though he was been his usual flirty self earlier . Wei Wuxain wondered, if you felt the same sometimes or if you had mixed feelings and trying to replace his care with Lan Wangji's."Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian was glad to see Lan Wangji with liquor and grabbed it quickly from Lan Wangji before pouring it to his mouth. "I missed good times" he said while drinking.

"Y/N, did you have dinner?" Lan Wangji asked.

"No, we were waiting for you"

" Okay, then let's all have dinner" Wei Wuxain cheered up and grabbed Lan Wangji's arm by one hand and yours by the other, dragging you both downstairs. When you all sat, Lan Wangji was next to you and Wei Wuxian was the opposite. The juniors were still having dinner while food was serving for you.

"Y/N, shall we have a walk afterwards?" Wei Wuxain asked after some time. You immediately looked at Lan Wangji. He was listening but poured tea to your cup instead of saying something.

"Ah! Lan Zhan, can come with us too" you said trying to not make Lan Wangji provoke.

"Nah! Hanguang-Jun and I walked so many miles together how about us alone? We have many things to catch up" Wei Wuxian pouted.

Suddenly, you felt someone's arm was touching yours and you had not realized that Lan Wangji was moving closer until his arm was glued to yours. The whole hall was silent watching the scene.

"Senior Mo, isn't it late now?" you mumbled.

"Are you shy for me? Cute" Wei Wuxian laughed warmly.

From behind you felt, Lan Wangj's chest and the juniors gasped as it was new to them to see clinginess of Hanguang-Jun as he had never done that in public. In spite of all, Wei Wuxain was still messing with Lan Wangji.

"It's up to you to decide. I wish you meet me in the garden" He said blowing you a kiss. Lan Wangji thumped the table with his tea cup and stood up. Fuming, he climbed upstairs.

Wei Wuxian smirked. "Y/N, maybe I'm helping you if you are into Hanguang-Jun or may be helping you to decide" He was not even slightly affected by Lan Wangji's reaction while everyone else were terrified and muttered to you.

You did not care what it meant as you were busy chasing Lan Wangji. " Lan Zhan! " You caught Lan Wangji's hand and he shook it off instantly while walking straight to his room. " Lan Zhan! Please don't go" You begged but he was not even looking at you. " Lan Zhan" you hugged Lan Wangji.

"Why are you mad with me?"

“You like him flirting with you?" he said trying to pull you off from him. "No" you cried holding his waist tight burring your face in his robes" No, I LOVE YOU . Hanguang- Jun, Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji... I only need you" you cried.

Lan Wangji pulled you off and lifted you up with in blink and connected his lip with you. He kissed you hungrily even though, Lan Wangji always used to kiss you tenderly until now. You tied your legs around his waist and hands around Lan Wangji's neck. It took only a second for him to close the door and pin you against the wall before peppering kisses on your neck.

You pulled off Lan Wangji's forehead ribbion and accidently knocked off a jug next to you while doing that. Right at the moment Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen were walking to your room passing by Lan Wangji's room as Lan Sizhui was concerned about you after what happened in at dinner.

They heard the noise of the glass and looked at each other. "Is there some trouble?" they thought rushing towards the door but before they enter Wei Wuxian ran into them. "I'll go first. Everyone stay behind" but he did not go in either as he lightly heard your moans, when he was too close to the door. He smirked besides the little disappointment in his heart. It was no longer unclear for Wei Wuxian who you loved the most.

"Let's go Hanguang-Jun is fine. Also don't go to Senior Y/N's room to disturb." He said to impatient juniors.

"but Senior Mo..." Lan Sizhui was still worried.

"Ah not now. Ask Hanguang-Jun about it in the morning perhaps. Tssk didn't I save you all from being poisoned? Listen to me then" Wei Wuxian winked.

Finally, "go go " Wei Wuxian had to chase them away on his own when the young disciples were yet staring at him.

[alice-in-wonderart]

I really like your writing and i was hoping you could do what you did with lxc jgy and nhs and i was wondering if you could do that with the juniors thx

OHMYGOSH, so many people are requesting UWU. ❤️ When I said the Juniors get the most love around here, I wasn't joking! (which of course is great, our lovely boys deserve the love) A day after making a post about having 3 similar asks, appeared a wild 4th one, so here we are, killing 4 birds with one stone! From what I recall, the boys are 16 (legal in my country) but for the sake of being politically accurate and tastefully uncreepy, I'll still age them up ~ This was quite difficult to write, since I'd never even so much as considered writing anything remotely un-soft for the boys, but I hope you ike it anyways. Somehow the softest hcs turned out to be for XXC too 🤣

Enjoy the spice, my lovelies! ❤️

P.S. Thank you all for being so kind, you guys make writing a true pleasure ✌️

P.P.S I know it took me forever to write this! i want to apologise for that, since university started, writing has become a luxury and quite frankly, writing nsfw for the juniors was nearly impossible to do 😵 Await more content in the *hopefully* near future.

Jin Ling

My gosh, getting him to undress would be difficult. For real, even after a thousand years of being in a relationship with you, he'd still be embarrassed when it comes to physical touch of any sort. Not to say he wouldn't want it, he just has to go through a semi-tsundere mini meltdown first. But worry not, it would only take him a minute to get over it.

Jin Ling? More like Jin Long. (I'm sorry) He may not be the girthiest of them all, but let me tell you - he takes great pride in his length.

He may act tough and macho, but underneath all that hot-headedness is somebody, who absolutely loves being coddled. More often than not, he'd let you take over the reigns, but believe me he won't go down without a fight. He is the absolute dictionary definition of a bratty bottom. In fact he the brattiest bottom. You want him to undress? Undress him yourself if you're so eager. But in reality, he'd be ready to indulge you in absolutely everything you wish.

Jin Ling is a sucker for praise. Tell him how good he is, praise him and he'll become putty in your hands. There's nothing he loves more than hearing you moan his name out in utter bliss. Knowing he's the one who brings you so much pleasure really strokes his ego, so to say.With Jin Ling, gentle gestures and kind words can get you very far.

He gets surprisingly dominant and demanding when jealous. The one sure way to get him to pound you into the mattress is making him jealous. It really only takes a random unsuspecting boy to chat you up the wrong way and you'd be in for the dicking of a lifetime. (as an aftermath, following a metric ton of complaining and passive agressive anger) He would absolutely mark up your skin as well - a precaution.

Sometimes, he might MIGHT get jealous of the other Juniors. Maybe you'd spent more time with them, or payed them more attention. Sometimes he'd be at work and miss out. Then, you'd have to remind him, that no matter what, only he gets to see you sprawled on his bed, his name on your lips, and tje sweet smell of sex in the air.

Speaking of work, you would be his best stress relief. After a long day of boring sect business, returning home and getting to ravish you would be his ideal evening, although he would never admit it. During those moments, where exhaustion would get the best of both of you, yet sleep would not come, passionate night of lovemaking would be the remedy for all your problems. And with those burning emotions in his heart, such nights would be the most memorable.

Lan Sizhui

You'd think Lan Sizhui would be the purest, most innocent of the Juniors, and you wouldn't be wrong, but at the same time you wouldn't be right either. Overtime, he'd transform from this sweet, gentle lover, who always makes sure you finish first, to this super experimental, utterly intoxicating beaST, who still makes sure you finish first. The more he gets accustomed to your body, the more confident and daring he'd become.

He's been pretty touch-starved for most of his life, so getting intimate with you would take some readjustment from him. Every single touch would excite him, every gentle moan would make his heart melt. And this sensitivity of his would, in turn, seek intimacy even more. He'd want nothing more than to hold you close and make you shiver in delight, to hear his name escape your lips and have you all to himself.

He'd be absolutely willing to experiment. Anything you'd want to try, he'd love to try with you. Here is a good time to say, he's also a pretty versatile switch. Whether you'd want to set your own pace and ride him to oblivion, or let him tie you up and make you see stars all depends on your mood. He loves it all and is a natural in both.

In fact, having you tied up with his ribbon (seems it runs in the family) is one of his favourite sights. To him it is so beautiful and delicate, yet at the same time it's his way of being possessive, of showing the world that you are his lover, that you belong to each other.

This boy has STAMINA. We all know the Lans are a force to be reckoned with, that underneath that sophisticated demeanor, polite gestures and snow white robes there is pure strength, acquired over years of training. That strength allows Sizhui to last for ROUNDS. If you're lucky enough (and away from Gusu) he could go nearly all night long with little effort.

One thing you found out completely by accident was his love for bitemarks..on himself. As long as he could hide them with ease, the moment he feels teeth on his skin, it's game over. And he wouldn't verbally admit it, but the sounds he'd make and how he'd move to give you more access to his skin is a perfect enough sign.

He isn't too rough per se and would much prefer lovemaking over straight up fucking, so quickies aren't all that common. He wants to take his time with you and explore your body. He'd nearly always rather wait until the bed at home is an option.

In general, sex with a Lan is like sex with an elf - beautiful, breathtaking, memorable. Lan Sizhui is no exception, though he'd go to great lengths for you. After all, there's nothing better than seeing you fucked out, drowning in pleasure.

Lan Jingyi

This boy, my gosh, this boy. Out of all the Juniors, this boy is the most dominant one. And when I say dominant, I mean he is the only one, who comes with all the jazz - bondage, teasing, roleplay, you name it - he'll do it. He is lowkey the kinkiest, who'll do nearly anything just to get you off. And honestly, he takes great pride in that.

His sex drive is that of a goddamn rabbit. There is rarely a moment he wouldn't want to be buried between your legs. His motto is "the more the wetter better". For that reason, being away from you for long is his worst nightmare. Not being able to hold you? To kiss you? To make love to you? Blasphemous. So, the moment you two see each other, after some time of being away, he'd be all over you. Of course, sex is far from being the only thing on his mind, but it it's a giant plus, which he wouldn't want to miss.

Lan Jingyi is a sucker for legs, no matter what length, especially thighs. He loves feeling you wrap your legs around him, or squeeze his head between your thighs. He is a firm believer, that this is the best way to go. Nine times out of ten, whenever you two are making out, his hands would be all over your legs. He just can't help himself.

Out of all the juniors, since he is the most experimental, so with some coaxing he might agree to a threesome. Of course, that would be much later in your relationship, when your mutual trust is hard as a rock. (and not only that) Though, he'd want to pick the 3rd person involved! (most likely Sizhui)

He would absolutely introduce food in bed. Actually, that would happen completely accidentally. It would all start with a handful of loquats, which you'd bring to him while away on a trip together. You'd feed each other the lush fruits between heated kisses, enjoying each other's company and he'd realize, that he could combine 2 of his favourite things - you and food. From that moment on, he'd try out all kinds of food - from sweet to salty, deserts, fruits and everything in between.

He would absolutely want to get you off somewhere in Gusu. The very idea of doing something so dirty and profane at a place with so many strict rules would turn him on to no end. And the thrill of potentially getting caught would be like a catalyst to him. The library pavillion? The cold springs? Just let it be in Gusu. His own chambers just aren't satisfying enough, they aren't risky enough.

He would quickly get addicted to you and your body, and when that happens - there is just no going back. Though I doubt you'd want to.

Ouyang Zizhen

Ouyang Zizhen is quite the catch through and through. There is nobody quite as cheeky as this man right here. As the proud, versatile, daredevil-esque boy that he is, he would love to tease the everloving god out of you in every single way possible. But the moment you tease him back, he'd be in shambles. He would totally sneak inappropriate touches whenever in public, but run a hand up his leg under the table while having dinner, or perhaps a friendly get-together, and suddenly his cheeks would go beet red and he'd go through a mini existential crisis.

Your long, heated nights together would become his reckoning. He'd never truly admit it, but goddamn, he'd become so addicted, to the feeling, the excitement. Especially when it comes to having sex in public.

Speaking of, while he wouldn't openly talk about your adventures in bed, he'd absolutely drop little hints about it in piblic, whenever you're freshly fucked and easy to tease. Intentionally letting himself look more disheveled than usual, pointing out any "little marks" showing on your skin and of course - that knowing smirk of his. And believe me, he fully expects payback.

The other member who might, MIGHT agree to a threesome would be Ouyang Zizhen. He is a curious man, who would like to try anything you have to offer, though jealousy could be a side effect. He'd want to have a say in who'd be the 3rd person. And while having two women succumb to his every beg and call is a very well-hidden desire of his, at this point he is so invested and in love with you, that such thoughts are out of the question.

The one thing that gets him riled up in bed is wax play. What started as "lighting a candle to set the mood right" ended up being one of the most passionate, lust-ridden, nights of his life. He loves how wax drips down on your skin, peeling off of your every curve. He'd get different kinds of candles, with all kinds of fancy textures amd smells, just to watch the expensive wax drip all over you.

Teasing is his go-to. He is a master of teasing. And his specialty is edging. He could prolong your orgasm, get you to practically beg for release, all while he's hard as a rock and still keep edging you. And his mouth is his secret weapon.

He'd learn how to play your body like a violin, all to leave you begging for more. He could go on for hours. And he would. Because of that, the orgasms would be godly. And he takes great pride in that as well.

Xiao Xingchen

This man is the dictionary definition of soft. His kisses are sweet, his touches are caring and his sex is phenomenally passionate. Intimacy is important to him, since he hasn't had the chance and desire to reveal himself before many people. (except you, that is.) No, he isn't just a soft lover. He is THE soft lover.

He is the king of love-making. To him, your pleasure comes first and there is nothing he loves more, than to hold you close and feel your body on his.

He generally prefers to bottom and leave the reigns in your hands, so he could just hold you close and enjoy your body to its fullest, but occasionally he'd absolutely be down to switch it up and spend hours loving you deep into the night. (his words, not mine) Knowing you are there, on top of him, riding him into oblivion, he'd almost wish he could see you. But then, he'd run his hands down your body, hear your angelic voice and immediately lose his mind into pleasure once more.

Lovemaking is his absolute specialty and gentle passion is HIGHKEY his forté. Each sweet touch of his, every choked breath, every heated kiss is so full of love and desire, you could drown in it. He wears his heart on his sleeve and whenever you end up tangled in the sheets, he pours all of his emotions into bringing you ecstasy.

He is extremely touchy, since that is his way of seeing you. He loves to just glide his hands over your smooth skin, exploring every curve, enjoying the warmth of your body against his. His fingers are long and nimble, so he uses them to his advantage. And somehow, every time he touches you, he finds something new to love about you. Because of that, being tied up is a little specific with him. He would let you do it, but only occasionally, since that would leave him completely at your mercy WITHOUT being able to feel you.

He is absolutely a fan of boobs. Big, small, size has never mattered. He loves the warmth, the softness and the fact, that whenever he lays his head on your chest, he can hear your heartbeat.

Whisper in his ear amd he's a second away from breaking. Moan his name and he's a goner. His ears are pretty sensitive, so hearing your voice and feeling your breath would turn him rock hard in record time. Call it a voice kink, call it obsession, whatever it is, it's the surest way to make him nearly beg for your touch.

Xiao Xingxhen is a gentle, yet madly passionate lover, who is ready to give you the stars. And once you get undressed for the first time, he'd find himself so utterly in love with you, he'd get nearly obsessed. And while extremities are not his thing, it wouldn't be uncommon for him to gently lead you away to your shared bed, whenever out on a stroll, just to undress you and kiss your breath away.

Thank you for reading~

[bokutokoutarou]

— i’ve noticed

pairing - lev haiba x reader | wc: 2.6k

synopsis - your best friend (and crush) lev haiba would much rather figure out who you like instead of studying for his math test next period

prompt - 8 from this list

↬  “you always bite your lip when you lie”

[a/n] - thank u to my sleep-deprived clown @sarcasti-cally​ for requesting this prompt!!

You drew in a deep breath, taking a seat across from your best friend at the picnic table you two always sat at.

“Alright,” you sighed, taking your textbook out of your bag and dropping it on the wooden table in front of you with a thud. You clasped your hands on the hard cover of your book, your fingers fiddling together nervously. “Your math test is next period, correct?”

“Correct,” Lev nodded.

“And you haven’t studied one bit, correct?” you pressed on, studying the boy warily.

“Correct,” he repeated enthusiastically, a cheeky smile appearing on his pale face.

You let out another sigh, this one being more exasperated than the last. God, this was going to be a disaster.

You started swinging your legs under the table, before digging the front of your shoes into the untamed grass under you. “I don’t understand you, y’know,” you clicked your tongue, shaking your head at the boy in disapproval. “You don’t even look nervous and your test is in, like, less than an hour.”

You didn’t know how you expected Lev to respond, but you thought that your words would at least knock the slightest bit of sense into him.

They didn’t.

Lev’s cheeky smile never left his face. He simply shrugged his shoulders, looking as confident as ever. 

“I don’t look nervous because I’m not,” he told you.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I have you to help me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. You studied him for a moment, noticing how he was sitting crossed legged on the bench because his legs were too long to fit under the table, how his hands were playfully drumming a beat on the wooden tabletop. His emerald green eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, and he had a permanent smile on his face that never seemed to falter.

“You’re so confident about that,” you said, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “Y’know, if I really wanted to, I could just get up and go find someone else to sit with,” you teased him. “Then you’d really be screwed.”

Lev didn’t look the least bit fazed by your teasing. “But you won’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m your best friend,” Lev beamed proudly. “You wouldn’t let your best friend fail, would ya?”

‘Best friend.’ Just hearing those two words made you feel like someone stabbed you in the stomach. You’ve known Lev Haiba ever since you two were in junior high — you’ve seen him go from being only 5’4 to past 6 feet tall over the course of only one year, you’ve seen him mature from being an awkward mess to an abnormally tall awkward disaster. But you’ve also seen the way his emerald green eyes light up every time he gets excited, the way his lips curl up into a ridiculous grin every time you say something funny.

‘Best friend’ ... to you, Lev Haiba was something more — you wanted him to be something more.

Yet Lev Haiba was oblivious — he has always been oblivious. To Lev Haiba, a ‘best friend’ was all that you could ever hope to be.

“Obviously not,” you responded, forcing a small smile on your face despite the fact that you could practically feel your heart sinking in your chest. You opened your textbook up to the lessons you knew he was learning, scanning the practice questions for a relatively simple one he could try. You were about to tell him what page you were on so he could turn to the same one, yet he sat up from his spot and leaned over the table before you even had the chance to open your mouth.

His face was dangerously close to yours.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you sputtered out, adrenaline coursing through your veins as butterflies swirled around in your stomach. Your eyes were glued to his emerald ones, searching desperately for any clues as to what was going on in his mind.

Yet his eyes weren’t glued to yours — they were glued to the pages of your textbook.

“I’m trying to see what page you’re on,” Lev stated simply. He hovered forward over the table for a couple more moments, oblivious to the fact that your heart was racing wildly in your chest, before he sat back down (cross-legged, of course) on the bench and opened up his textbook to the same page that you were on.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“You could have just asked me, y’know,” you told him, yet you could barely hear the sound of your voice over the hammering of your heart that was whooshing in your ears.

“I guess,” Lev shrugged his shoulders. “But I wanted to stretch my legs.”

Of course he did.

“Alright,” you told him, your head feeling light from what had just happened. “Well, now that you’re on the same page as me, maybe try out question 11? It’s basic trig.”

(You conveniently left out the fact that it was a simple recap question based on a concept you two learned early on in junior high — if he couldn’t do this question, then there was really no hope for him).

Lev nodded gleefully. He pulled his binder out of his bag — which was right next to him on the bench — before taking out a piece of paper and getting to work.

He gave up in less than a minute.

“This is impossible,” Lev whined, his lips pulling down into a pout. “If it only gives me two sides of the triangle, how am I supposed to know the other one?”

“You use the Pythagorean theorem ‘cause it’s a right triangle,” you explained. “You’re missing the hypotenuse, so you—”

“The what?” Lev cut you off, his expression clearly lost.

You covered your mouth to suppress a giggle. “The longest side,” you told him. “So, you’re gonna square the other two sides and add them together, and then...” you paused upon seeing Lev counting with his fingers.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

“I’m adding eight plus five,” he told you, taking another second to finish counting before you saw him silently mouth the word “thirteen.”

“But you didn’t square them yet.”

“Square? I thought this unit was about triangles?” Lev furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

This time you didn’t even bother to hide your laughter. You threw your head back, a series of giggles escaping past your lips. Lev stared at you dumbfoundedly for a second, before he started to laugh as well.

“You’re such a disaster,” you told him in between laughs.

“Your favourite disaster,” Lev grinned, putting his elbows down on the table and resting his chin in his hands.

Well, at least he was right about that.

“Look, since I’m clearly not passing trig, can we just do something else?” Lev asked you, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.

You’ve never been able to say no to those eyes. In junior high, he’d use them on you to get you to talk to him instead of working on your assigned class work. You’d always give in, pushing your textbooks aside to talk about whatever was on his mind, and within the matter of minutes, you two would both earn a detention for your shared loudness.

Of course, almost four years later and nothing has changed.

“Whaddya wanna do?” you asked him, a small smile forming on your face as you pushed your textbook to the left of you. You unconsciously copied his sitting position by putting one elbow on the table, resting the side of your cheek against the palm of your hand.

“Maybe we can talk about what Kuroo said earlier.”

Your smile disappeared as fast as it had formed, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Um, anyways, how about you try question twelve?”

“Oh come on, [Y/N],” Lev whined, giving you a small pout. “I’m your best friend...why can’t you just tell me who you like?”

‘Because it’s you,’ you thought to yourself. You so desperately wanted to let those words slip past your tongue, to finally tell him what has been on your mind for the past four years. Yet you kept the thought in your head, because those three words had the power to ruin everything if they were said aloud.

“Because you don’t needa know,” you said instead.

“But Kuroo needed to?” Lev raised one of his thin grey eyebrows at you teasingly.

You bit your tongue, cursing at yourself internally. You knew it was a mistake to tell that bed-headed rooster about your crush on your best friend. But of course, the sly older boy had convinced you to tell him so easily, and when you went to watch Lev’s next practice, he just so happened to ‘let it slip’ in front of everyone that you had a crush on someone on the team.

“Consider it a favour,” Kuroo had smirked at you after practice ended. “I’m just speeding things up for the two of you — he likes you back, y’know.”

You seriously doubted that. He was obviously just teasing you, just as he teased everyone else, so you didn’t give his words any value. You didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be let down, as it would only hurt more for you in the end if you believed that Kuroo’s words were true.

“[Y/N]?” Lev leaned over the table and waved his hand in front of your face, making you blink a couple times. You then realized that you had become so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t answered his question.

“You know how Kuroo is. He was just joking around,” you finally said, biting down on your lip apprehensively. “I don’t like anyone on the team.”

“So you like someone who’s not on the team?”

“No! I don’t like anyone,” you told him stubbornly.

Lev gave you a lopsided grin, leaning back to sit cross-legged on the bench again. “You’re lying.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are,” Lev pressed on. “You always bite your lip when you lie.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What? No I don’t.”

“Yeah you do,” Lev laughed. “Look — you’re doing it right now.”

Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized that you were, in fact, biting your lip. You had honestly never even noticed that that was something you even did.

“I...” you took a deep breath, your mind moving a million light years per minute. “Fine. I like someone.”

Lev’s green eyes practically gleamed at the last three words that left your lips.

“Then tell me who it is!” Lev was practically on the edge of his seat. He was giving you his infamous puppy eyes again, but this time, you weren’t going to let him win so easily.

“I can’t,” you told him, sucking in a nervous breath of air.

“Why not?” Lev pouted at you. “You told Kuroo.”

“That’s different,” you sighed, your eyes darting away from the boy uneasily.

“How’s that different? You barely even know him, yet you told him instead of your best friend.”

There it was again. ‘Best friend.’ The two words sent a shiver down your spine, serving as a cold reminder that that was all you could ever be. Nothing more, yet certainly much less. You didn’t want to risk being anything less.

“See, this is why I can’t tell you,” you huffed under your breath so quietly that you could barely even hear your words yourself.

Yet Lev heard you clearly.

“Whaddya mean?” Lev asked you. He gripped the edge of the table, leaning forwards in anticipation. “Why can’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you said the one word plainly, averting your gaze from him.

Lev leaned in even closer to you. “Because?”

“Because,” you said the word again, gulping down the lump that had formed in your throat. You didn’t plan on finishing your thought.

“Because?” Lev repeated after you, leaning in even closer.

You didn’t say anything, keeping your eyes focused on the tree beside the picnic table you two were sitting at instead of looking at him. Your heart started to race in your chest when you saw that his face wasn’t too far from your own out of the corner of your eye, yet your heart stopped completely at his next few words.

“You won’t tell me ‘cause it’s me, isn’t it?”

A cold shiver raced down your spine, and it wasn’t because of the sudden gust of wind that had just swirled past you.

“Wh-what?” you sputtered, almost falling out of your seat in surprise. You quickly straightened your back, trying to appear inconspicious. “N-no it’s not!”

“You’re lying,” Lev’s green eyes twinkled in the light of the sun, an eager grin plastered on his face as he leaned back to sit down in his usual position. “You’re biting your lip.”

Sure enough, you were biting your lip again without even realizing it. Your breath hitched in your throat — you didn’t even know what to say, which only seemed to confirm to him that he was right. Yet you didn’t have to say anything because Lev beat you to it.

“So it really is me, huh?” Lev said, but it was more to himself than it was to you. He looked entirely stunned, as if reality had suddenly hit him with a slap in the face. “He really wasn’t lying to me then...”

“Huh?” you asked him, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Well,” Lev hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassedly. “That day when Kuroo told everyone that you liked someone on the team...I was pretty upset,” Lev gulped, taking a deep breath as he looked away from you. “I didn’t want you to like someone else — especially any of them — but then Kuroo came up to me and told me that you liked me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the boy’s words. Now that he mentioned it, you vaguely remembered Lev looking rather dejected upon Kuroo’s announcement about you having a crush. He barely hit the ball once that practice, yet after Kuroo came up to him and whispered something in his ear, it was like he couldn’t stop hitting it. 

He had the biggest grin on his face that day during your walk home together, and you had just assumed that his cheery demeanour meant that he was unbothered by the idea of you liking someone. Yet in reality, he was smiling at the idea of you liking him.

You couldn’t help but laugh in relief, all of your anxiety from before easing away into pure ecstasy. “So you knew this whole time, huh?” you asked him.

Lev nodded his head, a bashful grin on his face.

“Then why did you keep asking me?”

“‘Cause I just wanted to make sure,” Lev told you, letting out a nervous laugh of his own.

You stared at him for a second, noticing the way his emerald green eyes shone in the light of the sun, the way the wind tousled his normally straight grey hair into a wavy mess. You wanted to take a picture in your mind and capture this moment for eternity, yet a question lingered in the back of your mind, and as much as you didn’t want to ruin the moment, you also didn’t want to let it fade away into oblivion.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” Lev tilted his head slightly to the side, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand.

“The biting my lip thing...how did you know that?” you asked him. “I didn’t even know that.”

Lev simply smiled at you in response. “I notice a lot of things ‘bout you,” he told you. “Like the way you play with your fingers when you’re nervous, or the way you make this face when you’re really focused.” Lev proceeded to furrow his eyebrows and purse his lips, which made you let out a loud giggle at his antics. “I’ve noticed those things since junior high.”

Lev then paused. He averted his eyes from yours, his usually pale cheeks warming with a rosy blush. “I’ve also liked you ever since then, y’know.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest. You wanted to pinch yourself like people did in movies to make sure that they weren’t dreaming, yet you opted against it because if this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

“I’ve liked you since then too,” you smiled at him, your heart continuing to flutter with every beat.

Lev didn’t say anything for a moment. His emerald eyes were glued to you in a trance-like state, the most gigantic grin lighting up his entire face. He looked absolutely mesmerized.

“You okay?” you asked him after he hadn’t responded for an entire minute.

“Yeah,” Lev gave you a dazed smile. “Just thinking.”

“Of?” you asked him, your eyes twinkling in curiosity.

“Of how much I wanna kiss you,” he told you, still in a complete daze. It took him a couple of moments to realize what he had said.

“Uh,” Lev’s green eyes widened uneasily. “I mean...it’s just...I—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. You planted your feet on the ground, placing your palms down on the wooden table in front of you. Adrenaline coursing through your veins and butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, you leaned forwards so that your face was dangerously close to his.

Yet this time, you closed the gap, and the feeling of his lips against yours was enough to tell you that this wasn’t a dream.

This was your reality.

[softlyjiminie]

black swan | one

⇢ pairing(s): professional dancer!park jimin x figure skater!reader.

⇢ word count: 4.8K.

⇢ rating: 16+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, eventual smut, fluff, e2l, fake dating!au, corrupted idol!au, dancer!au, figure skater!au.

⇢ summary: a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights... what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

⇢ warning(s): please read for this chapter! angst, just a lot of vmon fluff, sports injury and mentions of blood!

⇢ author’s note(s): eeeep here it is everyone!! the first chapter of my new series!! ive worked super hard on this so im nervous and excited to share :( i hope you guys love it! feedback is greatly appreciated <3

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alive.

if there was one word that you would use to describe this feeling, it would be alive. from the second the toepick of your skate touched the ice, your body would always come to light, energy surging through your veins as you drifted across the smooth surface of the rink. you belonged here, you were born here. this was was where you felt at home.

although the space was littered with other skaters, you believe yourself to be alone— the music of your heavily practiced routine filling your mind while you ready your position...head down, arm outstretched and fingertips pointed. rolling your shoulders, you clutch your hand to your chest as the chords of your original soundtrack blast through your thoughts, with a half turn you bend at the back, catching your skate while you twist your body into a layback spin— holding your skate to your head. “catch foot,” you whisper, following the notes of the song— butterfly. it was a short contemporary piece composed by your trainer which you had insisted on using for this competition. as the music flows, you release your grip on your skate and allow it to hit the ice, holding your arms out in a poised manner.

gliding across the ice, you dive into your next movement— the cantilever— bending at the knee and leaning backwards, skates out-turned. you know that move after would require the support from your partner, so you skip it in favour of saving it for the eyes of the judges. hydroblades were always a signature between he and yourself. the song hits a climax in your head, piano notes wafting through lost memories, tangled with practices of routines and you tumble effortlessly into the remaining steps like a flowing waterfall that never stops— the triple axel is the jump that comes after, a difficult manoeuvre through the air...but well known in the skating community as only a few have landed it in contest. skating forward, you put your power into the jump, leaping forward with only two and half rotations, saving the third for the competition and breathing a sigh of relief when you land backwards— just as planned. you move with the grace of a pure white swan, silently slipping into every move, spin and jump as you focus on only the sounds of your blade against the ice.

completing another full turn, you head straight into a sit spin— curling in on yourself as your body lowers to the cool surface of the ice. during a spin, you fyour blades dig into the ice as you come to a halt, exposing yourself to the world once again. breathing laboured from exertion, you outstretch your arms once more and imagine the final chords of your musical piece, ending your routine.

your attention is captured by a round of applause to your left, making you whip your head in search for the sound. a sweet grin graced your lips as you recognise the two men clapping away, causing you to skate over and rest your palms on the boarders of the rink.

“taehyungie,” you sing, leaning over the barriers to ruffle at the thick mass of unruly black locks that curl just above his eyes. the boy only laughs as he grabs your wrist and pulls you in for an awkward hug. his body is warmer compared to the ice, bringing you a sense of homely comfort that you recognise as familiar. “i missed you at practice just now,”

taehyung himself rolls his eyes making it his turn to ruffle your hair. “oh please, you hardly need me! you make a two man routine look good on its own!” he rambles excitedly, body leering over the barrier as if the ice is calling him. taehyung’s dark eyes flitter up to meet yours, an amused chuckle emulating from his lips at your jokingly unimpressed expression. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you were a solo skater—“

you huff, letting the corners of your lips twitch up into a small smile. “you know that i couldn’t ever do this without you, tae— i need you on the ice with me.” you poke at his cheek affectionately, your body lighting up as you spot namjoon, both yours and taehyung’s coach behind the latter. your skating partner catches the change in your expression, turning around to greet namjoon with a warm hug and kiss to the cheek.

yourself, taehyung and namjoon had known each other for as long as you could remember. you’d met taehyung at your very first skating lesson, in a beginners class when his hair was wild and untamed, a little boy with missing teeth and big bright eyes. as a little girl, you’d thought he’d gotten lost on his way to an ice hockey practice. at the time, namjoon’s father ran the skating company you started under— leaving his son in charge of the beginners class.

the three of you had grown up together; taehyung was your first kiss— promptly realising he wasn’t into girls right after you’d stolen a smooch on the swing set in your backyard after a practice (“yeah...YN, i’m gay.”). and even in high school, the two of you stalking namjoon around hallways as you teased a blushing taehyung about is growing crush on the lankier male. you cradled you’re jubilant friend as he cried when namjoon left for college, his light dimming a bit but you remembered crying harder when the three of you were united four years and a plethora of competitions, medals and skates later.

“well if it isn’t my favourite pair of skaters,” namjoon greets, tucking his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket that proudly shows off the logo of your skating company. “practicing again, YN?”

you see the amusement dancing in your coach’s eyes, he wouldn’t have put it past you to see you on the ice so early in the morning. you’d never relented with your skating, having pushed yourself to win two olympic medals by the time you were nineteen. you were an image of perfection in the skating world, not a scandal or downfall in your entire career— most would find such an achievement quite daunting— losing friends was made easy because of it... but you knew that you had taehyung and namjoon and the love of your family and company, you knew that with that you could achieve anything. “i have to, if i want to be better than taehyung...” you tease and tug on said male’s sleeve. “help me get him on the ice?”

namjoon presses a kiss into the depths of taehyung’s deep ocean locks, sending him off with a whisper that makes him run off to grab his skates before the elder approaches you. “little ice princess, i think i have a gift for you...” namjoon sings sweetly, pulling his phone from his back pocket as you lean over the barrier excitedly.

“you think?”

“i know.”

the elder holds out his device for you to see, the screen lighting up as an unfamiliar caller ID flashes across it. you raise your eyes hesitantly while your coach nods, smile reaching his eyes as you answer the call. a group of beaming faces decorate the screen and your own eyes dance across each and every one of them, recognising them as the boys and girls of moonchild skating company.

“YN!” the skaters cheer, waving excitedly amongst a sea of claps and giggles. “good, luck!”

“thanks you guys,” you whisper sweetly, sparing an appreciative glance at namjoon, you blow kisses to all of your fellow skaters thankfully. you note some of them to be from different ranks in your company; from beginners to juniors and some from different areas of competition— although your heart jumps slightly at the sight of one in particular. “jungkookie...”

“noona!” the boy cheers, scrunching his nose excitedly at the mention of his name. your heart melts as he looks to you with sparkling doe eyes, the younger boy having a special place in your heart— he came to the company bright eyed and shy, there had been a lot of doubt about jungkook’s abilities on the ice because of that. but as soon as he stepped foot on the rink, everyone’s worries drifted away— each of his movements were silken and seamless easily making him one of the best solo skaters in the senior rank, although he was slightly younger than you. you remember catching him after practice one day— he had yet to decide if he wanted to sign up with namjoon and he’d only  stayed behind to watch you run through your routine with taehyung. the bumbling boy couldn’t help but blush when he’d been caught with yourself and your partner yearning for him to join. he did so in the end... because of you, because you had inspired him to pick up skating after you won your first gold medal. it just so happened that little jungkookie was a fast learner. “did you like the surprise? i thought it would help with your nerves— i know you get butterflies in your tummy before you perform! so do i! especially when i see you— uh! i mean!”

jungkook’s ears burn as bright as his cherry red hair, the shade only feeling as your melodious chuckle wafts through the phone’s speakers. “i loved it kookie, thank you.” you hum, batting your lashes at him, despite the presence of the other skaters on the call. you knew he had a soft spot for you, it was hard to miss his longing gazes and the tightening of his jaw when tae put his hand on your waist for lifts. it was sweet. “good luck to you in your regionals as well, you’ll do great... okay?” you’re quick to remind him, as you note taehyung returning from the locker room.

“t-thank you noona! we love you!”

the skaters give you one last cheer and round of applause as taehyung slips into view with a boxed grin and sweet wave. namjoon ends the call, ruffling his lover’s mop of hair before ushering the two of you onto the ice, ready to run through your routine one last time.

putting together the perfect routine, is like making the perfect breakfast. the eggs you begin with, a sweet yolk dancing on your tongue like the starting moves that give the judges a taste of what you’re capable of. next were the pancakes, drenched in syrup— like light movements through the air, packing a punch with the saucy moves between yourself and your partner to show off your finesse and finally, there was the—

“orange juice.” taehyung’s timbre voice cut through your thoughts like a knife as he place a glass of freshly squeezed juice in front of you whilst disrupting your  mentally mapped out routine. blinking rapidly under his stares, your gaze switched from the piles of food he’d set on your plate, to the amused but scolding glare he’d spared you. “drink it, it’ll keep your sugar and energy up for today.”

“thanks taetae...”

you nod gratefully, leaning forward and taking a gulp of the bitter yellow liquid as if it’ll wash away the nerves beginning to bubble in the pits of your stomach. nonetheless, the skater beams brightly at you before he scoffs down a mouthful of his towering breakfast— as he always did before such events. you, however, couldn’t bare to eat— not with the devious stares of the other female figure skaters who eyed your plates. you knew it was a tactic to throw you off guard, the canteen of the hotel was much like a high school back in the day, with cliques and squads all out to get each other. it was always like this before major skating competition but your mind is too busy being filled with anticipation of getting on the ice and showing off once more.

namjoon appears after taehyung has eaten more than half his plate— resulting in him stealing bits and pieces from your own. “don’t look so nervous, YN,” the elder chides from over his steaming cup of coffee, hand running through his dishevelled purple and blonde streaked locks. “you’ll do great, both of you will.” your coach spares a knowing glance to taehyung, who blushes through munching the rest of your pancakes and so; you can tell by the light bruises on the neck that he and taehyung had a rough encounter in the night before.  

joon was never allowed to mark taehyung above the waist, because the younger loved to wear costumes that glittered and showed off his open chest. you knew from experience that the marks would be below the waist where no one could see— like their own little good luck ritual. glee consumes your skating partner as namjoon nuzzles his nose into his dark hair, the distraction letting you slip under the surface of worry once more.

‘no, you’ve got this.’ you think, flickering your gaze anywhere but your plate in order to clam the race horse of thoughts in your mind. you finally settle on staring at the news report playing on the small digital TV hanging in the right hand corner of the cafeteria. park jimin, arrested for speeding. the report flashes across the screen, images of bright blonde hair and dark eyes hidden by thick black shades passing by with faint sounds of camera clicks.

you shake your head, grateful to never had experienced trouble like that. sure, you’d dealt with reporters and trash paparazzi but, joon and tae— they’d always gotten you through it. it was just nice to not be alone like him...

park jimin.

taehyung had a mind of brilliance.

you sit in the stylist chair, hair slicked back and curled away from your eyes— the momentum of free hair would have disrupted your skating or thrown you off balance, but god was kim taehyung a miracle worker. he always knew how he wanted you both to look for performances, the makeup artists bidding to his every need. you could even find him helping out with the beginners class performances— adding glitter to baby cheeks and braiding youthful hair.

today, your friend had decided the look you would go for; would be faded baby blue shadow dancing across your lids and blending softly with cloudy whites and silver sparkles. your liner was sharp, winged enough to cut the diamond edge of the gemstones that were dotted at the corner of your eye— taehyung was smart, co-ordinating your makeup look with the pretty silver dress namjoon had scouted out just for you.

the article of clothing itself, is backless with long sleeves that form tear drops at your pointer finger as they fade from silver to a cool grey, much like the skirt of your dress. smaller gemstones and pearls align at your waist and chest, that glistened under the cheap light when namjoon had first revealed the outfit to you. you had cried when you thumbed the flowing layered skirt, thanking your boys endlessly for the beautiful dress but taehyung had only giggled — knowing that it matched his silver to white shirt, tight fitting and glittering with layered sleeves (which he loved so much).

now, you laced up your skates— nerves peaking once more. the white leather sat comfortably against your heal, having broken in the skates amiss your training. you knew that the current pair were already on the ice, eliciting cheers from the crowd so you forced your jitters into lacing up and securing your skates. a double not would suffice.

“you’re both going to do amazing, remember whatever happens out there... i’m proud of you.” your coach reminds with one last dimpled smile before you’re due on the ice. taehyung pecks both of your cheeks and leads you away from your team of staff— who clap excitedly for you while your names are announced.

squeezing his hand, you slide smoothly onto the ice with taehying and close your eyes, breathing in the sharp scent of coolness and fresh air and taking in the squeals of your names. “you look great,” your partner comments easily, smirking as you circle each other on the rink. you open your eyes, noting the white-ish glow the ice gives to taehyung’s honey skin and grin. “we’ve got this.”

“we always do,” you nod back in affirmation, confidence flaring as the announcement finishes (you had always felt more at home on the ice, and tae knew once you were out there, your worries would melt away with the music). you push yourself into position with tae, your foreheads pressed against once another’s, so close that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your face. it’s all for the dramatics but you know that the crowd loves your chemistry. piano chords drift through the air, signalling the start of your routine, your hands roam across taehyung’s body like you’d practiced countless times. when the beat picks up, taehyung twists you in his arms, fingertips reaching just above your head while your own hands follow his to link them.

you begin to pick up momentum, skating with each other in arm as the first verse picks, with hands on your waist, taehyung picks you up gently, holding you off the ice for just a second as he skates into a half spin before placing you down. resuming your movements across the rink, you separate and tumble into your next move— they lay back spin. the pair of you synchronise your moves, holding your skates to your head as you twirl into the lyrics of the song.

‘is it true? is it true?’ the lyrics reverberate in your mind, body following taehyung’s lead into the next steps. his fingertips are  light on your arms to keep them poised, both of you extending your right legs as you glide across the ice. ‘you, you, you...’ your partner lifts you once more into his arms, pushing you into the air for you to fall gracefully into a double salchow— taking off with the back inside edge of your right skate and landing on the outside of the opposite skate. the crowd bursts into applause, making you grin subtly at your partner before interlocking your fingers once more for a partnered arabesque spirals.

your hand grips taehyung’s firmly, letting your bodies move naturally with the music as you hold your legs in outstretched positions. the chorus bursts through the arena as the air below your arms blows away any worries, you fall back into taehyung’s arms once more for a lift above his head— your legs stretched out into a galloping motion before he swiftly prompts you into a death spiral, holding onto your arm as he twirls your body lower towards the ice.

when the chorus ends, you’re back to skating side by side, wowing the crowd with your movements— like namjoon said you would. completing a paired sit spin, movements mirrored perfectly, a feeling of dread feels your stomach. the ice changes beneath your skates— rougher on this side of the rink than others which sends ripples of worry through your veins at what is to come next. a triple axel jump, they were difficult to land and yet a specialty of yourself and your partners. you knew in your heart that if you landed this jump, the competition was yours but the buzzing feeling in your mind knew that something was wrong. to others, the ice carried you gracefully across the rink, but you knew something was out of place. catching taehyung’s eye, it’s as if he feels it too, but you can’t miss he jump... not when it could cost you the chance of a win.

putting your trust into taehyung, the man you’ve known for years— you curl into his chest as his strong hands support you into propelling you into the triple axel jump but to your dismay, the ice catches beneath his toe pick, taehyung misses a fraction of a beat as he forces you into the air. fear spikes in your chest— you weren’t ready, not to land, not for the jump, not for the music to push through with a climax.

and certainly not for the crunch of your bones.

excited cheers die down to fearful gasps and screams of horror, while taehyung picks himself up from the fall. the world is too loud, the lights are too bright and paramedics rush past him as he shakes himself off. wait, paramedics. pupils blown wide the skater rushes to his feet, pushing past men in orange suits with medical kits strewn about— he hears the faint call of namjoon from over the barrier and the announcers up ahead but his focus is on you.

the loudness fades and a ringing sensation builds up behind your ears— the world is black and you can only catch momentary flashes of taehyung’s worried face above your own. you’re confused, you can’t hear him as he mumbles through his sudden onslaught of tears. you cringe as they drip onto your face, an urge to wipe away the wetness taking over you— but when your fingers are brought back to your eyes, you notice the colour of crimson decorating your finger tips.

a muffled cry leaves your small frame as pain shoots through your leg, you can’t find the source but suddenly reality comes rushing back. you can hear the rushed voices of paramedics as they shuffle you onto a gurney, you can feel the stickiness of blood from somewhere on your head trickle down your back— soiling the pretty dress namjoon worked so hard to find, the throbbing pain in your left leg becoming too much to bare as you cry out for anyone, anything.

it hurts, god it hurts.  

“stay with me, YN, keep th-those eyes open for me? okay baby?” you hear as your vision sways, but the voice is familiar— timbre and warm just like taehyung’s. his cool hands cup your face, brushing through your hair as he limps off the rink with your gurney. “p-please stay awake? baby please...” you know that he’s crying and you know that you’re crying too, but you’re too tired, to sleepy to comply with his wishes. the world is still dark, briefly brightening when you see namjoon from the corner of your eye. he’s gone again and the buzzing world is replaced with the scent of disinfectant and hand sanitizer. there’s arguing, yelling but you can’t see from behind closed eyes.

“she needs surgery!”

“what she needs, is us!”

when you come to, one last time you lock eyes with taehyung’s trusting brown ones, watering on the edge of tears. “i won’t leave you, i promise.”

and with that, you slip away again.

there were certain sounds you liked to hear. like the sound of your skate cutting into thick ice when you landed a jump, taehyung’s sweet singing after a long day of practice or the old romcoms you had playing in your hotel room after a day of competing.

the incessant beeping filling your senses was not a sound you liked.

“it’s my fault, joon. you should have seen her face... it’s like she knew and she trusted me to—“ taehyung cuts through the beeping with a voice filled with worry, his jubilant demeanour having been lost somewhere. your head begins to pound as you remember his skittish sobs, but the memories are blurred still.

namjoon’s voice enters next, interrupting the shaking voice of his boyfriend. “it’s not your fault, how could you have known she’d fall like that? you tripped taehyung, something wasn’t right.”

“but she felt it, we both did—“

“then i’ll take it up with the board, we’ll sue, we’ll— we’ll figure out what happened.” your coach reasoned with his lover, a silence sweeping over the room. you yearned for the comfort you felt eminate between them but when you lift your arm, you realise you’re unable to move— the wires and plugs and breathing machines keeping you strapped to the bed. panic rises in your chest, blocking your air as you struggle to breathe—  taehyung is the first to rush to your side, lifting your mask and cradling you into his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

namjoon is on your other side, rubbing a large palm up and down your back and out instantly feel comforted by their presence. hot tears roll down your cheeks, burning in your oesophagus as you claw at the base of your throat.

“shhh, little princess it’s okay— we’ve got you.”

a cup of water is brought to your lips which you quickly gulp down, the cool liquid soothing the ache in your throat. blinking, you cling tightly to taehyung’s cable knit sweater— hesitant to speak due to your unused voice. “wh-what happened?” you manage, unsure if your whispers can be heard above the pounding of your heart. “where...where are we?”

“you were in an accident,” namjoon spoke lowly from above you, taehyung instantly squeezing you closer as memories of the incident flashed behind both of your eyes. a low whimper left your childhood friend’s lips at your wince— squeezing you again as if he could drain your pain away. your coach swears he feels his heart break at the two of you hurting, pressing the buzzer for the nurse as tae cradles you and sliding onto your hospital bed to wrap his larger arms around you both. “something went wrong with the ice and, you fell—“

your fingers curl tighter in your friend’s clothes, as you remember the pain shooting up your leg and burning in the back of your skull. taehyung avoids your eyes this time, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “they checked you for a concussion and your leg...” his baritone voice an octave, a cool quiet seeping into the room. “your leg is broken, but with one more surgery and some physical therapy— you’ll be back on the ice in no time!”

your heart plummets in your chest, you knew what injuries like that did to figure skaters. sure you were young, you had time to recover but even the slightest pause in doing so could cost you your entire life, your career. the pair of lovers that surround you share a grim look, knowing the thoughts that are rushing through your mind.

“we have the best doctors for you, YN, with a few months—“

you blink up at tae with fiery eyes filled with tears, resisting the urge to shove him away. “i don’t have a few months, tae! training for the olympics is what i should be doing!” you hiccup, starting to choke on tears you refuse to let shed. “i need to be out there on that ice, or i’m useless, i need to—“

you make movements to step out of bed, sucking in your lower lip as a dull ache rests in your bones. the pair are quick to pull you back into bed, but your hands scold them with slaps as you push them away. you have no right to be angry at them, but you know that they understand. taehyung seems to be calmer now, despite the hurt that tickles his puppy dog features at your resistance, he does his best to comfort you.

but a prominent scowl yearns for the curve of namjoon’s lips, your coach falling deep in thought.

“you’re suspended from skating.”

“wh-what?” you stammer, eyes burning with a fresh set of tears for the third or fourth time that night. this time, your partner stands, looking to his lover in confusion and standing with his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly.

he speaks hesitantly. “now joon...”

“no, taehyung,” your coach sighs, remaining stern. it kills him to make this choice, but there’s no other way— at least not for now. “LN YN will be suspended from all physical skating activities until she has made a full recovery with a hired physical therapist...” the words pierce straight into your heart, tearing you apart from the inside. you want to scream and cry and kick and protest but you’re too numbed from pain and betrayal to speak or move. “legal action will be taken up with the board responsible for the competition but until then, you will not touch the ice. understand?”

you blink, numb.

“YN, i said, do you understand?” namjoon repeats, steeling his gaze. he hates this, he hates hurting both you and his love.

you nod once, looking away whilst tae rubs circles into your shoulders. his lover mentions something about a coffee before slipping out of the room... and that’s when you breakdown. you cry, heavy ugly tears with a running nose that you’re sure stains your best friends sweater as he rocks you back and forth into the night.

you cry until your spark is dull, you cry until your chest burns and until your eyes are dry. you cry because you’ve lost your purpose in life.

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Kids

Summary: Steve wanted kids – now he has a handful.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, OFC’s Steve junior & little Nat

Warnings: desperate Steve, little brats, fluff, terrible pet name for a cock, and dirty shirts

“Steve junior! Stop running around without pants!” Panting Steve runs after his son through the hallway. “Your mom will get mad!”

While your husband runs after your untamable little boy you need to hold back a chuckle. He’s desperately trying to chase after his son and fails miserably.

“Perks of having an advanced son, Baby.” Steve lifts a brow as he hears your voice. “Didn’t you say it’s okay for me to got to the tea party with little Nat?”

Steve hangs his shoulders, looks down at you with guilty eyes as you bounce your three years old daughter on your hip. “I thought Captain America can tame everything and everyone.”

“Please, save me from this little brat.” Snickering at Steve’s puppy dog eyes you pat his cheek. “Please…doll…”

“Okay, Captain. Hold your daughter for me and I’ll tame our little brat. By the way…” Handing Steve little Nat you give him a wink. “You look good with food all over your shirt.”

Just now Steve looks at his shirt which is plastered with cooked carrots and spinach.

“He didn’t want to eat his veggies. I fought so hard. Played airplane and all. That boy is an enemy you shouldn't underestimate.” Leaning closer Steve glances at his son. “I bet he's planning something, Y/N.”

“Steve, you are Captain America way too long. You see conspiracy around every corner.” Pressing your lips to his chin you stroke your daughter's head. “I’ll handle the little devil if you clean the kitchen and give me a back massage.”

“Deal, ma’am. Now please tame him for me. He tried to throw the shield at me, Y/N. My shield!” Steve sounds desperate and you nod silently.

“Okay, Baby. Let me handle this.” While Steve holds his daughter in his arms he watches you walking toward his son who hides behind the corner. “Baby Girl, I hope you’ll never be like him.”

Giggling little Nat looks up at Steve, patting his cheek as you did moments ago as she babbles ‘daddy’.

“I knew you’re my little angel. Such a good little girl. Your brother will make sure my hair is grey in no time, cupcake.” Nodding your daughter looks at you waving your finger at your son.

“Steven junior Grant Rogers! Come here and apologize to your father. He tried to make you eat healthy food as he loves you. Look at his favorite white shirt.”

Slowly Steve junior walks toward you and Steve gasps as the little boy sniffles silently. “I am disappointed that you did not respect your daddy. He loves you. What do we do if we hurt someone or made a mistake?”

“We apologize…” Steve junior looks at you before he runs toward Steve to hug his father's leg tightly. “’m sorry, daddy. I shouldn’t have tossed the food at you or touch your shield.”

“It’s okay, bud. I was just scared you could hurt yourself by throwing the shield. In a few years, I would be honored if you wear it with pride.” Your son looks up at Steve with wide eyes before he starts squealing.

“Steve…”

“What?” Looking at your husband with your daughter in his arms and your son jumping up and down, tugging at his father's shirt you can’t help yourself but smile.

“No more Captain business today. Let’s get you and the dirty little man clean.” Steve’s features darken and he licks his lips.

“I washed him this morning…” Now your eyes widen, and you clear your throat. “I mean our son, Captain.”

“Sorry I thought you meant little Captain…” Flustered Steve picks his son up, balancing his kids in his arms walking toward your apartment as you subtle pat his ass.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could check on him later to make sure he’s all clean and proper, Stevie…” Groaning Steve nods eagerly as you squeeze his butt. “You can never be careful enough.”

“Especially with kids around…” Steve junior exclaims, reciting your mom’s words.

Bursting into laughter you look up at Steve who can't hold back a chuckle. “I guess our son is right – we should check on little Captain after dinner.”

“Did I tell you I want more kids?” Steve smirks as you gasp loudly.

“Let’s tame those two and we can talk about more kids, Captain…”

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Five Chickens (Part 2)

Pairing: Untamed Juniors x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k words

Part 1

Taglist: @bryonyashleysworld, @yuki-snow-cry & @harrystylesfan2686.

A/N Not really a story, more like some compilation of moments with them. Hope it's to everyone's liking :)

"How about your uncle?" "You're crazy." Jin Ling scoffed at you and you whined as you let your head fall back against the wooden frame before leaning it sideways to lay on Jingyi's leg instead.

"Wuxian-ge would say yes..." Sizhui commented as he looked up from his book and slid back slightly, making Zizhen jump slightly as he was leaning against Sizhui's legs. You nodded in acknowledgement before turning around and whacking Jin Ling, who flinched before whacking you back.

"Him and my brother would totally love it!" You laughed softly before looking at Zizhen interrupted the conversation. "I honestly don't think this is a good idea..." He said and you sighed before nodding, leaning your head back and shrugging.

"Alright then... Chicken~" You teased and Zizhen turned red before crossing his arms with a pout while Sizhui tried to calm the atmosphere slightly.

"So you want to move my murder to my other uncle? Because that I can kind of agree to..." "That's my brother, kind of like him." You stated and Jin Ling groaned at you, cursing softly at the disagreement.

"Does your family not have problems?" He continued and you scoffed at him, looking up from Jingyi's leg.

"Oh, we have many problems... I mean, parents dead, Mingjue-ge dead and the Huaisang-ge is barely holding our clan together when he can do so much better. Honestly, not that different from you, huh?" You gave him a wink and Jin Ling rolled his eyes, pillow thrown your way that you skillfully dodged.

"Same here." Sizhui commented and Jingyi quickly thew in a word as well with a smile, which made all of you turn to Zizhen. His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head at you.

"Mine's fine." "Eh, you'll get there." You commented, which earned you a hit to your head from Jingyi. "Don't curse him." You giggled at him before picking at your skirt.

"So... I'll ask?"

"What on earth is that?" The shock was clear in Zizhen's voice and the rest was seemingly just as shocked. You looked at the animal beside you before looking back at the rest.

"I have no clue! But look how cute!" You crouched down and took ahold of the beast's head and smushing it together with a large grin on your face.

"That is a predator." Sizhui commented as he got closer, pulling you away from the animal. You whined, making grabbing hands towards the animal and it was quick to follow you with careful steps. Sizhui paused and let go of you, letting you sit on the ground while the large animal came closer to you and sat down in front of you.

"Where did you find that tiger?" Jin Ling asked, making you turn your head before turning back to the supposed tiger. "So you're just a big kitty, huh?" You smiled as the cat purred at you while Jin Ling rolled his eyes, sighing loudly at you.

"How do you not know what a tiger is?" "I didn't study animals, I studied sabers and murder cases." You answered as you scratched the top of the tigers head.

"What's a good name for-" Leaning down slightly to check before continuing. "-guy?" You asked, looking back to the rest.

"Pudding!" Jingyi jumped in as he got closer, kneeling down and petting the animal as well. He was delighted when the animal purred again, pushing his head closer before flinching when he heard someone else approach.

"Oh, kitty~" Wuxian's voice rang out as he ran over, leaving a shocked Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng. You just greeted the man with a happy smile before introducing him to Pudding, choosing that the name was just perfect for the tiger.

"So dogs are a no for that guy, but a murderous tiger is okay?" Jiang Cheng commented and you could hear someone laugh, assuming it was Jin Ling.

The library was empty except for the five of you, supposedly studying and yet failing so miserably. Well, you were anyway, the rest was doing fine. Instead you were staring at Sizhui, who was reading his work again while chewing on his fingernails. As if he sensed your gaze, he looked up at you before pulling his hand down with wide eyes.

"Is something wrong?" He asked and you chuckled, placing your chin in your hands with a grin.

"You're so cute it's distracting me." You laughed as you watched Sizhui go red, something that you a so loved to see.

"That's a good one." Jingyi commented and you scoffed. "What, going to use it on a Lan? They'll have a stroke." You joked and Jingyi shrugged as he closed the scroll that he was reading.

"Would be funny to watch." "You'd get whipped for that." Jin Ling pointed out with a raise of his eyebrows and you shook your hand at that statement. "They stopped that, remember? It's writing now." "That's so much worse." Jin Ling commented and you shrugged at him before looking at Sizhui again, who had opted to hide his face in his hands.

"Now that nobody's studying! I have an idea!" You said and everyone looked at you before Zizhen spoke up.

"That's dangerous." He said and you scoffed at him, throwing your pencil at him.

"Oh, shush."

"I can believe you just walked off!" Sizhui and Zizhen were shocked, Jin Ling disappointed and Jingyi was cackling. You were just confused.

"Yes? I walked away mid-conversation, so what? They were boring me to death and my survival instincts kicked in." You gave a shrug as you bit off the last piece from the fruit skewer before chewing on the stick itself out of habit.

"She's the mother of the sect leader! She's more important than you think?!" "I have Pudding." You smiled as you entered your room, the four boys pilling in after you. You sat yourself down and giggled again.

"I think she had smoke coming out of her ears, heh." You giggled to yourself as Jingyi sat next to you and Jin Ling on your other side. Jingyi leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear.

"You're the first who dared to do that." He said and you turned your head with a surprised look before smiling proudly. "Yeah, survival instinct my ass. It was nice knowing you." Jin Ling said and you laid your head down on his shoulder.

"Make sure everyone cries on my funeral?" You ask and Jin Ling nods, patting your hand that rested on his lap. You smiled and closed your eyes before sighing softly.

"Do you think she'll actually kill me?" You opened your eyes again to look at Sizhui, who shrugged.

"I think you're doomed."

Walking around, you tried to ignore the whispers as you held on to Jingyi's and Sizhui's arms, the other two not present at the moment. You didn't feel like talking, not after everything that went down at the temple. Someone you trusted and regarded as a brother killed your biological brother and your second brother had know this for years. Who would feel okay after all that, because you definitely didn't.

"Is she dating them or something?" A voice rang through as you walked to your room, but everyone ignored the comment as you continued. You barely registered entering your room or sitting down, not even when you were being wrapped in your sheets did it register. You felt numb, but that comment kept ringing in your head.

"Now, I know I should be in shock and all... but does everyone think that I'm dating you?" You asked, which made both boys freeze in their spots before bursting into laughter.

"Now that's a problem we can't avoid." Jingyi commented and you shrugged at him, not really minding it.

"You call it a problem. I call it a solution. Guess who won't get marriage proposals?" You gave a tired smile and Jingyi scoffed before sitting down beside you on the bed, pulling you down to lay down. Sizhui soon joined you and it was then that your walls broke down. Tears started streaming down your face as you clung to both of them, not being able to stop the waterfalls. They didn't seem to care for the wet spot on their clothes as they comforted you and when the two others arrived, Jin Ling just as teary as you, they just joined into the pile. You felt slightly better when you were not the only one crying, but even if you were it would be okay with your friends around you.

The adults later found you all huddled up together, clinging to each other while you slept. Their little chicks.

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Catharsis (Villain!Deku x Fem!Reader) PROLOGUE

A/n: Hey guys! New writer here! So, this is a story that I’ve been writing on Quotev. Note, if you go to read it there/have read it there, some of the story line may change, due to me re-writing it!.

This story will contain dark themes! Please read the warning! 

Summary: An unexpected death of a loved one can lead to a sudden influx of emotions. Those same emotions can become repressed, as denial and disbelief comes into play. In this time, one would seek a means of catharsis, a release from those strong, repressed emotions. But what would you do if that means of catharsis, the same release you sought so hard for, becomes addicting? To the extent, that you feel you can not live without it? What if it can’t live without you? **WARNING: This story MAY contain; bullying, suicide, depression, torture, manipulation, mentions of sexual assault, and MORE! You have been warned.

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Prologue

Catharsis (n.)- The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

You gritted your teeth, blinking back tears as Katsuki shoved you back, causing you to stumble. Your back harshly hit the dirty wall of Aldera Junior High, a harsh tearing sound echoed as your uniform jacket ripped from the friction. A foot slammed into your stomach, causing you to let out a strangled screech, eyes as wide as saucers as your mouth fell open, crumbling onto your knees.

“Never mention that bastard’s name again!” he spat, glaring down at you as if you were the most disgusting thing he’s ever laid eyes on. In a moment of what you could call cruel irony, the sun behind him backlit him in, what would have been, an angelic way; However, his blonde hair seemed even more untamed than usual; his teeth bared as if he was some wild animal. His red eyes were bloodshot, as they glared down at your pathetic form.

You couldn’t help but imagine being stranded in a blistering desert, near dead, hallucinating madly.Your body would be weak with dehydration, stomach growling in hunger as it already began consuming itself. It would be then, that you would see this figure; a backlit figure; an angel; a savior. 

A new hope.

But alas, this figure standing in front of you right now, was far from being your savior. 

No, your savior was gone. As was your hope.

Wheezing as you clutched your stomach, you felt tears stream down your face. Anguish, both physical and mental, filled your very being. Your heart clenching painfully in your chest, thoughts swarmed your mind, but none of them were complete or coherent. You felt your throat clench, as a shaky breath left your lips. Gripping a fistful of dirt, your head snapped up as you sent him a pathetic excuse of a glare.

“Why? Is your guilty conscious finally getting to you?” You managed to growl out, spitting out a glob of mucus and blood, wiping your busted lip on the sleeve of your school jacket. Dirt covered you like a second skin at this point, smearing across your clothes and skin like streaks. Katsuki’s nose flared, as a wave of emotions passed by his eyes; the most prominent one being rage. It was so intense, it almost looked painful.

He let out a loud roar as he slammed his foot onto your chest, causing you to topple over, no noise leaving your mouth as your breath was taken away with that one mighty kick. You gasped for air, wheezing louder than before, squirming around painfully on the hard ground. Whimpers left your mouth as you tried to take in oxygen to no avail, your body trembling.

“It hurts. Oh fuck, I can’t breathe,”

Your thoughts became a jumbled mess as it felt like your lungs burned, a measly amount of air entering them. A choked sob had your body quivering, blurry eyes glancing up at Katsuki, who seethed silently, walking back and forth while pulling his hair. His distraught look burned into your mind. You’ve never seen him look so distraught, seeing as, surprisingly, he always managed to control the emotions he deemed made him look ‘weak’. He suddenly stopped his pacing, gaze shooting down at you, pointing to himself as he hissed.

“It’s not my damn fault! It’s not my fault he was weak! It’s not—” He cut himself off as he let out a frustrated yell, hurling his leg into your bruised side once again; his yelling muffling your distressed cry as a searing pain rushed through you, a loud crack could be heard as one of your ribs broke. 

Death. That’s what you were sure you were experiencing as one of your ribs became slightly misplaced. Your back arched in pain, one of your dirty, bruised arms stretching outwards to the wall beside you, as you tried to grip anything, as if that would alleviate the pain, before slamming onto the ground.

“Stop blaming me for what that fucker did! IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” He cried out, his fist grabbing ahold of your shirt collar, yanking you up into his face. Spit flew out of his mouth as he yelled, but he couldn’t seem to care less. “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU SAY HIS FUCKING NAME AGAIN!”

There was nothing more you could do, but let out another loud, broken sob, your hands moving to clutch your side where your broken rib radiated pain. Katsuki stared at you, as if waiting for you to acknowledge what he said.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him, fear and disgust making you nauseous at the mere thought.

“A monster. He’s a fucking monster,” was the only thing you could properly think, as the pain seemed to radiate throughout your entire body 

Upon not getting an answer, Katsuki flung you away from him carelessly, a bellow of rage emitting from him as he slammed his fist into the wall repeatedly. You curled into yourself, not being able to get up because the pain was so intense. Your eyes subconsciously flickered towards the threat, in fear that his rampage was not yet done, and the next thing he would be wailing on, was you. Small droplets of blood dripped onto the floor, as Katsuki punched his own hands raw, the sound of flesh meeting brick echoing through the courtyard for a few short seconds, before he spun away from the wall. 

“HE’S GONE! AND IT’S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT!” he barked, whirling around to face you, knuckles dripping with dark red. You quickly shifted your eyes to the ground, a loud whimper leaving you as he took an angered step forward as if he was going to hit you again. 

You couldn’t take anymore. You just wished he would leave you alone now. You body shivered, as you went into shock, heart beating painfully fast, as your vision blurred further.

“It hurts.”

 He let out a small ‘Tsk’, before stepping over your slumped body, bleeding hands stuffed into his pockets as he stomped towards the entrance of the school, muttering lowly

“It’s not my fault he was pathetic enough to take his own life.”

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when you wake, junior quartet hcs (pt. 2)

junior quartet reacting to your waking up after being injured in a night hunt inspired by  [this reaction]

can be read in continuation or as a separate reaction!

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Lan Sizhui

when you wake up, you almost don’t believe it

feeling the breath in your lungs, you slowly start to realize that you’re alive

there’s an ache in your body that feels vividly built up from the days of immobility

as your eyes open fully, you first see the sunlight, from an open window

and as the world tunes in

you hear music,

a very gentle soft tune

one that almost wants to lull you right back to sleep

but you feel as if you’ve been asleep for long enough

you turn to your side, eyes catching none other than Lan Sizhui’s dedicated, focused face, staring down as he play his guqin

after a few quite moments of watching Sizhui, the music stops and he looks up

his eyes when they meet yours,

widen

“y-y/n” Sizhui stutters out, barely a full breath of your name

“hi,” because you don’t know what else to say

and before you can even understand it, Sizhui’s already across the room, kneeled by your side, 

his hands that grasp yours are warm

skin raw and indented 

at the sight of all of his effort for you, a tear falls out of your eye

Sizhui huffs at you, wiping the tear from your face despite the same salty water coming from his own eyes

as you take in the sight of Sizhui after days, weeks (even) 

you realize that 

perhaps the song that had led you from your dreams, had not been imaginary after all

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Lan Jingyi

it’s loud, the laugh by your bedside

but it eases you out of the darkness behind your closed eyes quickly

you blink your eyes open to stare at the ceiling, listening in to the conversation around you

“...yea, i know. but we have a few more days for that assignment, don’t we?” 

it’s Jingyi’s voice that you recognize right away

and of course he’d be trying to avoid an assignment

“have you not done your work again?”

your voice is a lot softer than you had expected, but the conversation stops around you immediately, 

when you fully open your eyes, you meet Jingyi’s shellshocked face, watery eyes

the expression unreadable

“i’ll go get the physician!”

you think that it’s Zizhen’s shakey voice before steps hurriedly leave and a door slams shut

the pause that follows after you both, is heavy

“why are you crying?” you ask softly, voice quiet from disuse

Jingyi blinks quickly, then brings one of his hands up to his cheek

he’s hadn’t realized that he had been crying

you blink up at him, and reach for the hand that is still in his lap

Jingyi takes your hand right away, a teary smile breaking on his face

you don’t have enough words to tell him because if it hadn’t been for his constant energy you may not have opened your eyes at all

Jingyi blinks rapidly, and you stare up at the fast tears that fall from his eyes

your eyes widen, at the anguish that he’s felt for you and it tears your heart

you lift your arms a bit, even though you are still feeling weak

Jingyi looks at you, before pushing your hands down to your side holding your arms down by the wrist

he begins to lean down to you

you’re scared that he might kiss you

but before he touches your lips, he simply stops

leans his warm forehead against yours

this close, you’re sure that he can hear you best

“thank you” you whisper, the breath of your words puffing on his lips

and though the tear tracks are still fresh on his face

you feel better at the smile found there too

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Jin Ling

“there you are”

the words that greet you as you open your eyes sound relieved,

and you wonder why 

you had just gone on a night hunt, 

you had returned 

but when you open your eyes fully, you realize that your memory hasn’t quite caught up with your current situation

the Lanling bedchambers you are more than familiar with,

but you are unfamiliar with the expression that Jin Ling wears, as he looks at you,

teary, relieved, 

and the sight of Sandu Shengshou, sat at a near by table,

when you see Jin Ling’s Uncle, you’re quick to try and push yourself up

but it causes a pained grunt to come out of you instead,

and between Jin Ling’s frantic shouting, “you’ll open your wounds again,” and to Sandu Shengshou’s approach, you let Jin Ling ease you into laying down again

“what happened?” feels like a redundant question, especially when Jin Ling continues to stare at you with that look

“stop looking at me, i’m fine,” you tell Jin Ling, bitey with him as ever

and though your words usually easily spur him on

you’re surprised by the half laugh that he lets out at yours words

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Ouyang Zizhen

the scent of incense, strong 

it pulls your eyelids open to the white of a ceiling that you don’t recognize right away

you don’t recognize a lot of things about the sight that you open your eyes to

from the slow breath in your lungs, to the emptiness in your abdomen

the heaviness, languidness of your limbs

if feels as if a very long time has passed, but you can’t quite pinpoint how long 

as you take a second full breath, you bring the momentum to push yourself up, 

you don’t quite know what you’re looking for really,

maybe anything that didn’t involve laying down any more

but the sight that you see as you’re sitting up, stills immediately

sat by your bedside, Zizhen sleeps soundly, head pillow by his arms, clutching the outside of your blankets

the longer you stare at him the more you take in the details of his appearance,

the dark bags under his eyes,

the puffiness of them

his pale face

and the telltale tear tracks, glistening when the sunlight hits his face from the outside

you reach a hand out, your fingertips just grazing the tips of his hair, unruly and unkempt

your brush away the strands softly,

Zizhen doesn’t stir, sleeping soundly

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Hi! Could I request some affection/cuddling hc’s for the junior quartet? The fluffier the better 😍. Thanks in advance!

Hello, dearie! Here is your requested dose of #Xtra fluffy hcs about THE BEST dumb dumbs of ancient China. ❤️✌️ They seem to get a lot of love on here, so affection hcs are right about the most suitable. 🙌 (cuddling included ofc)

Lan Sizhui

Growing up in Gusu for most of his life, Lan Sizhui is pretty touch starved, so affection is something fairly new to him. In fact he's never gotten much further than the occasional pat on the head from Lan Wangji. So when you came around, at least at first, he was unsure of what to do.

But don't confuse his hesitation with disdain. He is 100% loving each and every touch. He secretly longs for closure, he just prefers not to outwardly show it.

Cuddle sessions with Lan Sizhui are the dictionary definition of Heaven. He always emits a soothing aura, which engulfs you completely whenever the two of you snuggle. He loves to just hold you close, play with your hair, or gently stroke your sides. While his touch always holds a hint of sensuality, MOST of the time his intentions are completely pure.

He loves it when you just lie in each other's embrace, turned to one another. He gets to see your beautiful face and bury his face in your soft hair. It's his ideally spent afternoon.

Out in public, any kind of affection is left at a bare minimum, after all he is a Lan. That often leads to Sizhui throwing you longing stares, or intentionally brushing against you. In all honesty, he just isn't sure how to go about asking for affection.

The moment you two are left alone, he becomes much more relaxed, playing with your hands, hugging you and leaving sweet kisses on your forehead.

Speaking of kisses, out of the Juniors, his kisses are the absolute best. They are always sweet and meaningful, always true. And he loves kisses, too. Most often, he leaves longing kisses on the back of your hands, your palms or knuckles. It's a small gesture of love he shows you. Kisses on the cheek aren't uncommon as well.

But nothing beats the sweet kisses he leaves on your lips after being away for a while, or perhaps after a long day full of chores.

He isn't overly affectionate, his love is shown through small touches and the time spent with you. To him, simply being with you is more than enough.

Lan Jingyi

Lan Jingyi is a powerhouse of enthusiasm and energy, so cuddling with him is NEVER calm. You expected to lie down with your lover, snuggle into him and slowly drift off? wrONG. He won't let you relax, ever.

First of all, the boy is fidgety as hell. He would be nearly constantly moving around, trying to get comfortable. (much similar to how he sleeps) Good luck staying in one position for more than 5 minutes. And once he does find a comfortable enough position, joking ensues. It's always light-hearted and sweet, after all - his goal is to put a smile on your face, but you should be prepared to kiss resting goodbye.

Tickle fights aren't a novelty either. It's just so tempting for him to wrap his arms around your waist and bring you to tears from tickling. And sometimes, tickle fights go a whole other direction.

Most of his affection is the equivalent of a storm. One moment he's pulling on your hair, saying you gotta brush it once in a while, the next he's tenderly holding you in a big bear hug, whispering in your ear how much he absolutely adores you. And you never know what to expect. The perfect definition of everything a gentlemanly Lan must not be.

If Lan Sizhui holds the title for best kisses, Lan Jingyi holds it for best hugs. Whenever you feel down, or you're tired, or perhaps you just need a little love, he'd come up to you, wrap his surprisingly strong arms around you and pull you in for the most loving, most comfortable and most sincere hug.

He loves giving you back hugs, it makes him feel manlier. You'd be cooking, or perhaps talking to somebody when he'd sneak up to you and hug you from behind, burying his face in your hair.

Truly, he's a little awkward with love. He is a child at heart, so openly showing affection is a tad too new for him. PDA isn't a crime in his eyes and he'd gladly hold your hand (or rather drape an arm over your shoulders, but oh well - semantics) but showing you off, or kissing you in public would be left only for moments when he'd feel a little jealous. Otherwise, longing kisses, gentle caresses and jumbled sweet nothings would be reserved for the comfort of your home.

He isn't exactly the most gentle cuddler, but he has no problem expressing his love for you in any and every way he sees fits. Survive his tickle attacks and you'd get the cuddles and loving of a lifetime.

Ouyang Zizhen

Out of all the Juniors, affection comes the most naturally to Ouyang Zizhen. In fact, he is the biggest, most devoted fan of anything involving cuddling, holding hands, or generally being close to one another. He has no problem showing off your love, even in public.

His favourite hobby is cuddling you. It's his own personal little heaven. He tries to act tough and manly for you, but in reality he is one big teddy bear. His obsession with cuddles has become so bad, that he cannot fall asleep without snuggling next to you. There is nothing that relaxes him more, than hearing your calm heartbeat and feeling the warmth of your body next to his.

Speaking of cuddling, Ouyang Zizhen is ALWAYS the big spoon, no questions asked. It's not about manliness, but about his inner desire to be your protection. Knowing you're safe in his embrace allows him to let loose. Although, if you ask him, he'll only deny it, stating it's his 'job' to be the big spoon, or some other half-assed excuse you wouldn't quite make sense of.

Now, Ouyang Zizhen LOVES PDA. Kissing you in public is no problem. In fact, whenever you're outside, he loves to just touch you all the time. From holding hands, to playing with your hair, he wants the world to know, thst only he's allowed to do it. Respond to his little advances and he'd be on cloud nine. You're his lover, so why not show it.

The best way, in which he shows affection is massages. This fluffball of a man is a warrior through and through, and he uses his strength to massage your stress away after a long day of being away from one another. With a personal collection of essential oils and herbal mixes, he'd occasionally indulge you in a personal spa evening. It's his way of telling you he cares. He'd run you a nice bath, massage you, while leaving sweet kisses along your spine, he'd even brush your hair for you. Afterwards, whether you two would leave it at that and snuggle up to fall asleep, or decide to indulge in one another in other ways, would almost always be your decision.

Likewise, give him a nice, relaxing massage after working all day, and he'd be absolute putty in your hands. He'd be willing to give you everything.....after you finish fighting with those difficult, aching spots on his body.

Ouyang Zizhen doesn't understand the taboo of showing affection in public and it shows. After all, he's a modern day man in Ancient China™️

Jin Ling

Tsundere.

Oh Tsundere.

Jin Ling? Showing affection? Being sweet? Blasphemy. He is a man, he doesn't need love, he's not a child. Wait where are you going? You shouldn't run away like that. Here. Grab his hand, so that you don't get lost.

Truthfully, Jin Ling absolutely loves affection, he just hates the idea of it. To him, cuddling and kissing are a sign of weakness. Such loving gestures are much too intimate to be seen by the public or him and must be kept in private. He is a sect leader, what if somebody decides to target you??

Public display of affection is death. The moment you two so much as brush your hands, his face would turn 50 shades of red and he'd forget how to function. And god forbid you hug him, or kiss him, he might explode. In the later stages of the relationship, he'd open up a little more to the idea of physical touch. He'd kiss you on the head for hello and and on the lips for goodbye, (oddly specific much?) but he'd never stop blushing everytime he does it.

Hugs are pretty intimate with him too. They mean he trusts you enough to drop his guard and let you into his personal space. He usually hugs you when he's afraid, upset or he hasn't seen you in a long time.

Cuddling is strange to him. He grew up with his strict uncle, who didn't dote on him too much. So, having you stay so close to him, on your shared bed, is still so ...new. He is lowkey the little spoon, but don't mention it, or he'll outright refuse to cuddle you for the next two weeks. He secretly adores to lie on your chest or thighs, to have your scent engulf him completely. You are his safe space, after all.

Play with his hair and he's a goner. Something he inherited from his father is the hidden love for a gentle touch. Brush his hair, play with it all you want. At first he might complain, but worry not, he actually enjoys it profusely. It makes him feel loved.

Simply, cuddling is his religion, though he'd also deny that. Everyday, he awaits that moment, where you get to lie in each other's embrace, enjoying the comfortable silence.

Mostly, he shows his love and affection through constant nagging.

"Be careful. You'll trip." "The soup is too hot."

Even in cuddling, his overprotective nature shines through. "Your arm will fall asleep."

"You can't breathe." "Yes I can." "No, you can'T."

Give him time. The more you let him ease into the idea of affection, the more he'd open up to you. He has lacked physical love all his life, he is harsh because he doesn't know how to act differently, so be patient with him. Sooner or later, he'd find his own way to show you how incredibly much he actually loves you.

Thank you for reading~

[mxtxbang]

About

MXTX Bang is an event where writers and artists will collaborate to create new fan content for Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (墨香铜臭)’s novels and all adaptations of their work: The Scum Villain’s Self-saving System (人渣反派自救系统), Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation / Mo Dao Zu Shi (魔道祖师), and Heaven Official’s Blessing / Tian Guan Ci Fu (天官赐福).

If you have any questions/concerns, please use this form: http://bit.ly/32fSGFY or send an ask through Tumblr.

Rules

Be respectful to all participants and mods. 

Discussions should stay within their appropriate channels.

If a member expresses that a topic is making them uncomfortable, please be courteous and change the topic.

All ages can participate, but if it is found that a minor has lied about their age to gain access to the NSFW content areas, they will be kicked from the Discord server and banned from the event.

Since there will be a Discord server, please be aware of Discord’s rules (see Terms of Service and Community Guidelines.) They should be followed at all times.

Requirements

General Requirements

Artists and writers of all skill levels are able to participate.

All ages can participate and members will be asked to report whether they are above or below the age of 18.

Writer Requirements

Writers can choose which tier level they want to do, but must be aware that once they submit their fic summary check-in, it can no longer be changed. 

There is no maximum word count for tiers.

Only new fics are allowed; certain exceptions will be made. More info can be found in our Writer FAQ.

Chapter fics are fine as long as it’s finished by the final check-in and completely posted on the assigned date.

Fics should not be posted prior to the assigned date.

Ensure that the work progress is updated to the beta reader in a timely manner and completed by the final deadline.

Writers must list any and all warnings/tags for their fic and whether it’s SFW or NSFW. Please see Common Warnings/Tags.

Artist Requirements

Artists can select which tier level they would like to complete, but once fic claims are made and team pairings are assigned, it can no longer be changed. So, even if the writer’s fic fits the next tier level, it does not mean that the tier has changed.

Artists will need to make original content as they will be drawing scenes from their partner’s story. The artist cannot use a previously created artwork of theirs that coincidentally is similar to a scene in the story nor can they steal, trace, and/or redraw other people’s original artwork.

Artwork should not be shared outside the Discord server until the assigned posting date. 

If an artist decides to draw a NSFW scene (sexual content, graphic violence, etc.) they must use privatter.net so that only 18+ can see the full artwork, while 18- can only see a cropped SFW version.

Please see our Artist FAQ for more information.

FAQ

General FAQ

What is a Bang?

A Bang is a fandom event where writers and artists collaborate to create new content for the fandom. There are different types of Bangs: Baby/mini Bang, Big Bang, and Reverse Bang.

A Baby/mini Bang and Big Bang are similar, however, Baby/mini Bangs tend to last 4 months while Big Bangs can last 6 to 10 months. Baby Bangs also typically have lower requirements for word count, such as a 5k minimum word count and one completed art piece. Meanwhile, Big Bangs tend to have a minimum word count of 20k with two completed art pieces. For both Bangs, writers submit their fic summaries and artists claim which fic they want to draw.

A Reverse Bang is where artists submit their WIPs and writers claim which art they want to create a story for.

For further clarification, this bang isn’t a Big Bang. Rather, it’s a mix between a Baby Bang and a Big Bang because there are tier levels, which allows participants to choose what their minimum goal is. That’s why this event is called MXTX Bang, not MXTX Big Bang. If anyone wants to create a MXTX Baby or Big Bang or another similar event with their own themes and guidelines, they are free to do so.

What can I sign up as?

You can sign up as a writer, artist, and/or beta. If you sign up for more than one role, please be aware of how much work will be required for whatever tiers you choose. Additionally, if you sign up for more than one role, please complete all forms for your chosen roles. For example, if you want to sign up as both a writer and beta, please fill out a writer and beta sign-up form.

How will this work?

Writer sign-ups will close a week before fic summaries are due, allowing any writers who sign up last minute to have enough time to at least get enough information down so an artist knows what to expect with their fic. A form will be sent out to artists for them to claim fics. This claim form will only show the fic summary, ships (if any), and any warnings. Artists will not know who the writer is until after team assignments have been made.

Artists get first-come, first-served claims, meaning that most will get the first writer they picked. However, if someone else claims that writer, the artists will be given their 2nd or 3rd possible pick. Once claims end, the moderators will send out emails about the pairings.

Writers and artists will need to communicate with one another and decide on what scenes to draw. There will be check-ins for writers and artists so that mods can know everyone’s progress. Please try to turn those in on time.

Moderators will send out a form so that writers and artists can decide on when they will want to post their work. Since it’s a collaborative event, the pairings will need to talk about when they want to post it.

What happens if there are more writers than there are artists or vice versa?

If there are more writers than artists, the artist sign-up period will be extended in the hopes that new people will join. However, if the numbers still aren’t enough, artists that signed up as pinch hitters will be asked if they would like to take on any of the unpaired writers. More leeway is given to these pinch hitters; the moderators will allow them more time to complete their art.

If more artists than writers sign up, moderators will give them the option to wait and see if any artists drop out, or they can choose to partner with a writer who has an artist already. This means some fics might have up to two different artists.

Will this event have a theme?

Due to the responses in the interest check, there won’t be any set theme. The majority of votes chose to keep the theme general, so participants have unlimited freedom in what theme they want to work on.

What are the adaptations, and do we need to specify which one we are creating for?

MDZS is the only novel with adaptations so far. The adaptations are the donghua, manhua, audio drama, and live action (The Untamed). Participants do not need to specify which adaptation they are creating for, only which fandom they are writing for.

If I’m under 18, am I still allowed to participate? 

Yes, all ages can participate.

How will minors be kept away from the NSFW content? 

All NSFW content will be kept in separate channels that only allow access to those who state that they are 18 years old. If any minor is found to be lying about their age to gain access to these areas, they will be kicked from the server and banned from the event. The mods have taken several precautions to prevent any minors from accessing NSFW content.

What if I want to do a ship that isn’t popular?

Side ships and non-canon ships will be accepted for this event. However, please be aware that it may be harder to match with an artist/writer.

For further clarification on shipping, please see “Side and Non-canon Ships and Rare Pairs.”

Are there any banned topics and content?

Content such as underage characters (minors) in sexual situations will not be allowed for this event. If an author decides to age up underage characters such as the junior trio, then this rule does not apply as long as it is portrayed that their personality has matured as well.

Incest will not be allowed for this event. Filial relationships such as student/teacher do not constitute as incest. These are allowed as while these relationships are family-like, the moderators consider it different from conventional incest. The ban on incest apply to pairings such as Jiang Fengmian x Wei Wuxian, where one part of the ship was actively raised as a child/son-like figure by the other. The exception to including incest in your fic will be any canon-based content, but again, these events should not be the main focus. Bestiality is also not allowed in this event.

As for content that feature non/dub-con, it is allowed as long as it is only briefly shown or only hinted at or alluded to in regards to the plot of the story. The content should not be explicit and graphically written out/depicted in the story or artwork. For further clarification, the moderators do not define “rape” and “rape kink” as the same. Rape kink is allowed in the event because it is a roleplay between two consenting adults.

If you’re still unsure whether or not your ship is allowed, please contact one of the mods. 

Writer FAQ

What is needed for the fic summary check-in?

Writers will be given a form that will ask for: 

Fandom (SVSSS, MDZS, and/or TGCF)

Title (Optional)

Rating

Tier level

Ship (including background ship) or no ship

SFW or NSFW

Warnings

Summary

Any additional notes for the artist, so they can be more aware of the story’s content.

Please have some kind of notes or outline that will help your artist so that they can get ahead on drawing scenes for your fic!

Note: It’s best to start writing your outline/plots once you sign up and enter the Discord server because it’ll help you estimate which tier level fits your fic.

Can I write a fic that has chapters?

Yes, you can write chaptered fics. However, it must be completed by the final check-in and all chapters must be posted on the assigned posting date or by the end of the posting dates.

Can I continue a fic that I’m working on?

No, you cannot continue a fic that has already been posted. However, if you want to write a sequel or prequel for a completed fic that can be seen as a standalone fic, then yes you can.

You cannot add on to a work in progress (new chapters of an ongoing fic). However, if you have a fic that you’ve been working on but haven’t posted or shared anywhere, then you can use this for the event.

Can I expand on and/or change the idea of a fic I previously wrote?

Yes, as long as your bang fic’s idea is different enough and can be read by itself without having to read the previously written fic, the moderators will accept it. If you’re still unsure, please contact a mod for clarification.

Can I translate a complete Chinese fic into English for the bang?

No. All participating writers are expected to make an original fic for this Bang. Translating a fic that is already completed goes against the spirit of the event. Additionally, this event is English only.

What genres/warnings/ratings are allowed?

Since NSFW themes are allowed in this event, participants are given more freedom. However, everything must be properly tagged with its correct warnings and ratings. You can find more on Common Warnings/Tags.

Reminder: Not all NSFW is sexual content. It can also be death, extreme violence, gore, etc.

Are AUs/crossovers from other fandoms allowed?

Yes, since this event has a general theme, participants are free to choose whether their work is an AU or crossover from another fandom.

Does my fic have to be betaed?

Yes, it does. It needs to be fully betaed by the final deadline. Writers will be given a list of beta readers who signed up for the event, along with the content the beta readers are comfortable or uncomfortable working with, for the writer to reach out to and ask. Beta readers are allowed to decline the request. Writers should not harass beta readers who choose to decline their request and move on to find another who is more amenable to looking over their work. If writers still have difficulties finding a beta, please contact a mod. It is allowed for a writer to have a beta reader who didn't sign up for the event to beta their story. Please inform a moderator on who it is so that it can be added in the documentation and credit can be given.

What are the tiers available in the Bang for writers?

Tier 1: 5K minimum word count

Tier 2: 10K minimum word count

Tier 3: 20K minimum word count

Tier 4: 30K minimum word count

Tier 5: 40K minimum word count

Once writers select their tier and fic summaries are turned in, they are locked into their selected tier. This means that even if you exceed the minimum word count for the next tier, you are still considered as the tier you selected, and your artist need only to meet the selected tier’s requirements. For example, a writer locks in at tier 3 but exceeds tier 4’s minimum word count. Their partner artist only needs to meet tier 3’s requirements.

Note: Writers and artists will be paired based on the preference of the artist during the blind claim period. The moderators will attempt to pair within the same tier level, though it is possible that an artist with a higher tier may be paired with a lower tiered writer. If at all possible, a lower tiered artist will not be paired with a higher tiered writer. Either way, the artist is not required to create more pieces than what they originally selected.

Beta Reader FAQ

What does a beta reader do?

A beta reader is an unofficial editor for an author. They provide feedback based on the author’s requests, which can include proofreading or pointing out plot holes or inconsistent characters. They can also point out where there might be confusing passages or transitions of thought from the author, who already know what they mean but did not provide a clear picture for the audience. Beta readers are another pair of fresh eyes for the author.

When and how are writers and beta readers paired?

Writers will be given a list of beta readers on November 10—along with what content the beta readers are comfortable or uncomfortable with—and they will be the ones to contact that beta reader. When writers ask the beta readers, they must inform the beta readers of the contents of their fic, so that the beta reader knows what to expect.

What if I don’t want to partner with a writer who asked for my beta skills?

Beta readers are allowed to decline a writer’s request if they are uncomfortable with the content of the writer’s fic, they do not have time to read through a longer fic, or wish to decline due to other reasons. Writers should not harass beta readers who choose to decline their request. Writers should move on to find another beta who is more comfortable looking over their work. If a writer is harassing you, please inform a mod.

Artist FAQ

If I sign up as both writer and artist, can I claim my own fic?

No, you cannot claim your own fic.

What if I want to draw a NSFW scene?

You can draw a NSFW scene if you choose to do so; however, when posting you will have to give a cropped SFW version of it while including a link to privatter.net for those who are 18+.

What size do art pieces need to be?

There are no requirements on the artwork’s size; it is up to the artist’s discretion. It is recommended that you take into consideration the optimal sizes for Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, or whichever platform you use if you wish for your artwork’s preview or post to be cropped well. There are several resources available for recommended social media image sizes, and it is encouraged to do your own research. If you wish to make prints of your work, you should also take into account standard paper sizes.

Can we draw traditionally for the bang?

Yes. Artists can submit a traditional drawing if they choose to do so. However, it must be a high quality scan or photo, and all details must be clear.

What are pinch hitters?

Pinch hitters are artists who are interested in helping out in case an artist participant drops out. If this happens, the pinch hitter will be responsible for their original team piece in addition to the new assignment. Because of this, pinch hitters have the option to accept or deny any requests. The mod team will never force someone to be a pinch hitter or to accept requests they aren’t comfortable with.

What are the tiers available in the Bang for artists?

Tier 1: 1 flat-colored piece with no background or shading required

Tier 2: 1 colored piece with shading, no background required

Tier 3: 1 full, simple piece (coloring and shading; simple background - a simple pattern/design or hints of scenery that doesn't have to fill the composition)

Tier 4: 2 full, simple pieces (coloring and shading; simple background - a simple pattern/design or hints of scenery that doesn't have to fill the composition)

Tier 5: 1 full, simple pieces and 1 complex, detailed piece (coloring and shading; complex background that fills the composition - clear perspective and how characters occupy the space)

Note: Writers and artists will be paired based on the preference of the artist during the blind claim period. The moderators will attempt to pair within the same tier level, though it is possible that an artist with a higher tier may be paired with a lower tiered writer. If at all possible, a lower tiered artist will not be paired with a higher tiered writer. Either way, the artist is not required to create more pieces than what they originally selected.

What if my writer exceeds their tier and fits more into a different tier? Ex: Writer chose tier 3 but exceeds tier 4’s minimum word count.

Once writers select their tier and fic summaries are turned in, they are locked into their selected tier. This means that even if they exceed their word count, you only have to meet the requirements for the original tier. Using the example above, if the writer exceeded tier 4’s minimum word count, you only need to meet tier 3’s requirements.

Schedule FAQ

How do check-ins work?

Emails will be sent at the start of each check-in with a form to check progress levels. There will also be an announcement in the Discord server and on all social media. Please inform a mod if you can’t complete or need an extension.

How does claiming work?

Claims will generally be on a first-come, first-served basis. Once fic summaries are turned in, the moderators will then send a form to the artists where they can claim their 1st, 2nd, or 3rd choice. Depending on the number of participants that sign up, the moderators may ask the artists to provide more of your top choices. The moderators will do their best to try and match everyone with their first choice.

What if I miss a deadline?

As long as you feel like you can still complete your piece by the posting date, that’s fine. There is no penalty for missing a deadline. If a deadline is missed, a moderator will contact you to get an update on your progress. If needed, the moderators can grant an extension on your work.

What if I need to drop out?

If you have to drop the event, please notify a moderator and your partner as soon as possible so that the moderators can try to find a pinch hitter if one is needed. You will also be given a link to a drop-out form that will need to be filled out.

What are date claims? Why are posting dates assigned?

Posting dates are assigned so that the works can be posted without spamming. Participants will be given a form in mid-January so that they can choose which dates to post on during January 25 – February 8. Depending on how many participants there are, it can range from 6 to 10 claims per day.

Date claims are when participants claim a date to post their work. Please understand that just because your post date is later than another participant’s does not mean that you can still work on your fic/art. It should have been done by the deadline or at the end of the extension if one was requested.

What are extensions and how do we obtain them?

Extensions are if you need extra time beyond the check-in dates and/or the final deadline. To get one, all you need to do is ask a mod. The duration of the extension will depend on your circumstances.

Posting FAQ

How do I post the final project?

Once the writer and artist post their work on their platform(s) of choice, either the writer or the artist will need to fill out a form. Only one of the partners need to submit. On the form, you will submit two banners and the links to your work.

Reminder: Do not actually post your work before your assigned date.

What is a banner and what is it for?

A banner is a title card for the works that includes the fic’s title, author name, and artist name. A second banner, which is a summary card that includes the fic’s genre, warnings, ship(s) and summary, is also required. Either the artist or the writer must include the banners with the final draft email. This will be used in the MXTX Bang official Tumblr and Twitter posts, which will send attention directly to your works rather than having the work be submitted to our blogs. The banners should also include the writer’s and artist’s preferred URLs and a simple background.

It can be any size the writer or artist wish, but keep in mind that these will be posted on Tumblr and Twitter. There are examples of the Banners in the MXTX Bang Discord Server.

Reminder: The banners aren’t to be posted by the participants but will be posted by the mods.

Can I post a teaser?

✔ anything already posted on the claims page

✔ short fic excerpts

✔ art thumbnails

✘ fic or art drafts

✘ full finished fic or art on any archive until your posting date

Communication FAQ

Will we be receiving any reminders?

Reminders will be sent during each check-in period from all platforms: the Discord server, email, Tumblr, and Twitter. In addition, if you miss a check-in, a moderator will check in with you at some point.

What if I change my URL or username on any of my social media?

Just inform a mod and a moderator will update your profile in our files.

How do I communicate with my partner? What if I haven’t heard from them in a while?

When team pairings are assigned, you’ll each be given the contact information provided by your partner. Both will reach out to one another in private chat on whatever platform that you choose. Check-ins help to ensure that there is regular contact. If for some reason you have lost contact with your partner, please contact a mod to see if they have any additional information.

Common Warnings/Tags

For politeness and to promote a safe, equal environment, the moderators request that you appropriately tag all creative works. If unsure on what topics to tag, a list has been provided below:

Abuse (physical, mental, emotional, neglect, verbal, sexual)

ABO/Omegaverse

Alcohol

Animal cruelty or death

Blood

Child abuse and pedophilia, harm to children

Death or dying

Dubious consent

Eating disorders and body hatred

Homophobia

Humiliation

Incest

Injury, excessive or graphic (eye horror, mutilation, burns, branding, etc.)

Kidnapping or abduction

Mental illness and ableism

Miscarriages/abortion

Needles

Phobias

Pornographic or sexual content

Pregnancy/childbirth

Self-harm and suicide

Sexual assault and rape

Slurs

Substance abuse

Torture

Violence, excessive or gratuitous

Vomiting

Please remember that this is not a list of banned content. This is simply so authors have an idea of what warning they may need to tag in their fics. The only content that should not be in this event is underage sexual content and incest or rape situations outside of what was mentioned in “Are there any banned topics and content?”

Side and Non-canon Ships and Rare Pairs

The moderators do not restrict most side and non-canon ships. Our only exceptions are content that feature underage characters in sexual situation and incest and/or rape as covered in “Are there any banned topics and content?” Crossover pairings between novels are allowed, but it will be more difficult finding you an artist. It will also be harder to match you with an artist if you wish to feature a rarer ship/pair.

Rare Pairs

The moderators define rare pairs in three ways. 1) Rare pairs could be characters who have had a limited yet meaningful interaction or have an interesting dynamic in canon to justify a developing relationship, even in canon divergent settings. 2) Conversely, rare pairs could also include characters that have an adversarial, vitriolic relationship and are unlikely to develop a stable, good-natured relationship in canon. 3) Rare pairs can also be classified based on a quantifiable amount of AO3 fics featuring that relationship. If it’s not even on the dropdown list of top relationship tags on the AO3 page, it’s most likely a rare pair.

Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing would be considered a rare pair because although they do not have frequent interactions, they met under circumstances that hugely affect Jiang Cheng and his development in the novel’s canon. The live action adaptation also gives this pair a setting where they met even earlier than in the novel, during his student days in the Cloud Recesses. They also do not have a sizable amount of fics on Ao3.

[fourmisfitz]

Breakthru (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Prompt:  I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.

Summary:  The reader has quite a lot on her mind that she needs to settle once and for all.

Words: 2.5k 

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This was a one-shot I wrote immediately after securing the prompt but just edited now, i hope you guys enjoy:)

You had been sitting in Roger’s flat - or, more accurately, done anything but sit still - anxiously waiting for him to get home. You looked through a baby album, you ate some granola bars he would probably murder you for later, you found out which position to lay on his couch was comfiest for your neck. You even sat down at his drum kit.

He’d tried giving you one lesson before but one shattered window and a busted drum stick later...

  “So how much do I speed up?”

  “I need a bloody cigarette.” 

It made you giggle because you were really just kinda giving him a hard time for fun by that point.

Now, you began air-playing, and then your curiosity got the best of you as you started lighting tapping the toms. The stick in your right hand accidentally nicked a cymbal and you swore under your breath.

Getting up, you lost your footing around the stool and tripped, loosing grip of one of the drumsticks. It flung backward and the sound of glass shattering followed it as you winced. You got up and brushed off your jeans.

You began pacing the rug in his living room, a thousand thoughts a minute plowing through your mind. Should I be here? Should I be doing this? Does he deserve this? Probably not… But I need this... 

Just then, the door swung open and bounced against the wall.  He called out your name and you murmured an “In here,” for him to track.

A shaggy blonde stood in the archway. He looked exhausted from a long day. You felt the same.

“What are you doing in here, love?” He asked.

He noticed you continuing to pace.

“Huh? Oh, um,” You wrang out your fingers, fidgeting, mind absent.

“What’s on your mind?” He pressed.

“You know, just uh- I really like this rug. It’s a good rug.” You nodded.

“Righttt…” He pretended to believe it.

You let out a sigh, biting your lip nervously.

“You alright?” He asked again, walking towards you.

“Yeah, I’m just… tired.” You murmured.

He reached out a bent elbow for your arm to link with his

“You need a sandwich.” He poked your nose, bringing out a small smile. You watched fondly as he bent down to kiss your stomach. “Both of you.” He added, smiling against your growing bump and returned to his feet to admire your toothy grin.

“There’s my happy girl. C’mon, let’s get some food into you.” He pecked your temple.

The smile he mimicked off yours fell for a moment, “Hey, what happened to the-”

   “So how ‘bout that sandwich?” You interrupted, smiling innocently, attemting to avert his attention.

The top of his head tilted towards you at your side as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You,” He raised his head to stare in front of him as you stifled giggles. “Are untamable, woman, I swear.” He shook his head, giving in to a half-laugh as he guided the two of you to his kitchen.

    ‘When are you going to quit this?!’  echo.

    ‘When you stop being such an idiot!’

    ‘You’re being ridiculous!’  echo.

“You know, if I had a penny for every time the perfect sandwich just magically fixed all my problems...”

Your chin shifted in your propped up fists as you watched Roger work away, his mouth full from picking at the iceberg of lettuce.

“I’d have, like, two cents...”

You furrowed your eyebrows, smiling at the poor comparison.

“-does wonders for the cravings, though,” He added, nodding to the small bump on your abdomen.

“Here, love, Rog Junior over there is probably starving.” Roger tossed the fresh sandwich in front of you before walking over and placing his palms over your stomach.

“Does Mummy not feed you, little one?” He tsked at you and turned to walk back to make one for himself.

“I can level with you on that one, baby Ro, I swear sometimes she forgets to feed daddy, too.”

A smirk overcame his face as he shot you a wink, waving the knife around. You rolled your eyes, grinning and pressed your own palm to your small but growing tummy, smiling shyly to yourself, but instantly feeling it twist into knots.

      “It doesn’t even feel like we’re together anymore!”

    ‘‘Maybe if you weren’t gone after we had an argument, we could actually work it out!”

     “Maybe I don’t want to work it out!” You spat back.

     echo echo echo...

  The memories were rippling through your mind, replaying over and over and over and-

You tried to snap back into the reality ensuing in the kitchen, but it was useless, your mind wouldn’t stop growing louder. Now Roger was eating his own sandwich, going on about a disagreement at the studio regarding differing opinions on lyrics.

You began twisting the cold piece of metal around your ring finger, no longer listening to what he was saying. It was just a hazy echo for background noise to your pounding thoughts.

     “You don’t even look at me the same anymore!” You pleaded.

     “I could say the same for you! I wonder why!” His voice was booming.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t fair to keep this going when you felt different. It was wrong to keep it from him.

You muttered something to yourself, the word divorce sneaking into the mumble, focusing on the details of the cupboard to keep your eyes occupied. Like a vacuum, you were instantly sucked back into reality.

“What’s that, sorry?” He leaned sideways to be a bit closer to hear you, eyes still focused on his BLT as he smushed the slices together. You had said it so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard yourself.

“I’m done.” You tried again, breath shaky in your throat this time.

He knew exactly what you were about to do, but wasn’t ready for it. He just stared at you, paused with a dainty piece of lettuce hanging out one side of his mouth, chipmunk cheeks activated, frozen.

“What?” He stammered, his eyebrows lifting with his attention.

“You heard me.” Just shy of a whisper, eyes still fixated on the bland oak wood.

“Y/N, wait wait wait, just hol’on a minute.” Raising his hands in the air to pause you, rushing to chew and gulp down the sandwich and bomb you’d just laid on him.

“Let’s talk about thi-”

  “Save it.” You licked a tear that had found its way to the corner of your mouth.

“I know what I want.” You added, his wide eyes stared on as you continued.

“I want this.” Your eyes finally met with his, the blue orbs breeding worry.

“I’m sorry, Rog, but I-” You halted your sentence, shaking your head. 

What more was there to say? You didn’t need to apologize to him, either.

You paused then nodded as a final declaration of your decision, impulsive eyes blinking. You slowly glanced down at the digits you were fidgeting with and his gaze followed.

Were you ever going to get me a real one?

Prying it off, you peered at the green smudge left around your sweaty ring finger, a ghost of commitment.

This gesture was long overdue, you knew he’d seen it coming. He had to have. You wanted to do it for so long to prove you were serious about all the times you threatened to.

He uttered your name but it fell into some echo void, lost in the air as you ignored it and, without another thought, chucked the silver-plated copper impostor down the drain beside Roger, along with your marriage.

You dared to meet with his eyes again. They were stark blue. God you loved those eyes.

“You’re really doing this…” Pure shock coated his face along with a sweat sheen.

There was a pause before you huffed.

“No,” a hint of a smile crept up on your face, but was immediately robbed with a frown as you bit your lip, breaking the skin.

“You did this. You showed me it’s what needs to happen, Roger- that it’s not right to carry on when... so-...” You croaked. That was it. You’re done, stop talking there. You’ve said all that needs to be said.

You were admiring and mentally storing the colour of his eyes before turning on your heels to head for the front door.

It was the longest two seconds of your life because you knew what followed would be worse for you and Roger, but it would be better, too. Part of you was internally begging for him - waiting for him - to grab your shoulders and turn you to stop you in a hug, but he didn’t. You wish he would just pick you up, throw you on his bed, kiss you until the sun arose, and make it all better; that he would so you’d have an excuse not to leave, but he knew you needed to go and not stop you, encourage you, even.

As you walked to his door, passed the island counter, an echo of your laugh wisped over it from when Roger peppered kisses on every inch of your body after baking pizzas to cheer you up after a fight.

Next you passed the fridge, you again felt the cold metal against your back when the blonde shoved you against it in a heat of passion this past summer.

Then in the living room, connected to the hallway by the front door, you saw the two of you on the couch. That was the time everything in your life seemed to be going wrong and he held you, showing you if nobody else wanted to try, he would. He promised that day he would always be there. It was the first real time you experienced Roger being so endearing and comforting, genuinely seeming like he cared.

You bit your tongue by accident trying to suppress sobs. You should have bitten it a while ago.

Echoes of the argument this morning swirled about your brain,

“You know for a moment there I thought you were actually going to give me the time of day to show you how much I ~do~ care.” he hollered from the bedroom.

Your bottom lip quivered as you squeezed a train of salty droplets from your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat.

“~That’s~,” your voice didn’t even sound like yours. His tense face relaxed a bit when he saw the devastation crawling around your own, “How you made me feel,” waving a hand in front of you as if your sleeve were erasing a chalkboard, wishing you could do that for her tainted memories from the doomed marriage, “~all~ of these past few months.”

He stared, the only tension in his face now focused at the pinch between his eyebrows, utter remorse slumping his posture as he was lost for words.

He started to plea your name, softer this time.

“Tell your parents I said goodbye, you’ve done it now. You’ve pushed me away.”

As the door slammed behind you, your body faltered to your buckling knees and you slid down the wall of the apartment corridor. Every vein gushed blood to your heart, not able to tell if you were freezing, or smoldering. A crescendo of pain flooded from your throat, attacked your mouth muscles, forced a frown, and pushed tears beyond your eyes. You clutched your chest and thought about the times you felt happy despite the marriage getting rough. A montage of memories, rhapsodies of praise for the moments you clung to…

For reassurance...

“Look at the waterworks! Sweethearrrrt, come on, you’re acting like it’s going to be tomorrow!...” you had been bawling in his lap, insecurities of how long you would last blooming. “and it sure as hell won’t be any time soon.” He took your face in his hands. “This is forever.” His mouth claimed against your cheek as his long dark curls tickled your neck before kissing your ring.

And for hope...

Your name reverberated off the walls of the small apartment. “I just thought of this, tell me what you think! Come on!” grabbing your hand and rushing the two of you practically at a sprint to his drum kit before he forgot the beat, laughing through every word as his blonde hair rippled over his shoulders each hit of the batter heads and cymbals. Near the middle of it his eyes flickered up to yours as he confessed, “You inspired this part!” A crescendo arising as energy passed through his arms to either side of him.  You laughed and asked why, and he shrugged and told you it felt like the song needed it; he knew his life was missing something until you - that crescendo - hit and at last secured it as a favourite in his mind like when a favourite song captures you.

The longing to have that back, the first day you felt relief from your relationship you felt trapped in for so long.

The lazy day you spent on his couch, the record player booming Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash as you read a magazine, he - a detailed book about cars. You were biting your lip as you played a round of peek-a-boo behind the printed pages, rocking your propped-up, undressed, bare leg, tempting him before he finally snatched the reading away and lunged on you, pulling giggles out of your throat as he tickled your sides and latched his lips to your neck. His blonde hair tickling your cheek is burned into your mind forever.

Now, instead of throwing your head back in uncontrollable laughing fits, begging for sweet mercy, you threw your head back, smacking it against the wall, begging things to even out. You thumped your head once more, and then instantly regretted it.

“He doesn’t even look at me the same, he knows.” You sobbed to yourself. Echo.

You heard heavy footsteps - Rogers - running to the other side of the door to check on you. It hurt, a sharp pain throbbing around your brain and rushing to the front, clouding your vision with your tears. It hurt to feel this much pain in your head as you did in your heart. You cried out Roger’s name. It hurt. 

It hurt so much you woke up.

There was no sign of air exhuming from your throat as your shaky hand reached up to your quivering lip, some piece of metal cold against your chin. You jolted up in the bed to an upright position and flicked your hand in front of your face in a panic, blinking profusely to check, double check, triple check... It was still there, you hadn’t done it.

You fell back, bouncing into the mattress as you stared up at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened. What parts were drawn from reality and what was just a figment of your imagination.

“What the hell…” You breathed.

“Bad dream, sweetheart?” He rolled over, one hand gently retracting yours from your lap and kissing your ring, the other slipping underneath your neck to pull you close to him.

“What? Oh- y-yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you, go back to sleep.”

He rubbed circles with his thumb over your hand, eyes still asleep in a drowse.

“I’m right here. I adore you, sweets. Till death-” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek,  “do-” Then your temple, the wetness leaving it cool against your skin,  “us part.” And one last one just nicking your lips while you ignorantly still stared at the ceiling tiles. 

“Hope she didn’t wake you much, little one.” He bent down to kiss your tummy. “I wonder how curly his hair is going to be.” He yawned. Your stomach twisted again.

It was those brief moments in the morning grog where your daily arguments hadn’t started up yet. It was like a consensual silence of decency. It was a facade.

You were reliving the dream, brief sections of it being so accurate it allowed you to relive the actual memories embedded in your brain that found their way into the slumber.

You breathed away the experience, turning with closed eyes to place a kiss on your husbands warm forehead before burying yourself into his chest. You avoided his eyes, even if they hid behind sleepy, unknowing lids. You took one last deep breath, letting it go against his chest before forcing out,

“ ‘Love you too, Brian.”

And you drifted off to dream about your true love you would fall asleep with tonight.

*Ending Explained... Reader is married to Brian. The arguing flashbacks are between you & him. They are both equally to “blame” for the relationship going south. Taking that into consideration, reader cheats on Brian with Roger. Roger knows, but tries to stay out of it, that’s why he doesn’t mention Brian. The happier flashbacks are of Roger & reader, when you two first began seeing more of each other after you’d get into heated arguments with Brian. The dream sequence where you discard the ring is your gesture to Roger to prove you are ending things once and for all with Brian, but then you realized you hadn’t actually officially done it yet, and Brian noticed your bump growing and obviously assumes its his baby. Now, reader has some decisions to make... 

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[marshmallow-phd]

Sculpted Raven

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: It had been just you and your brother for the longest time and that’s how you liked it. Politics and lies had drove you away from your home five years ago and that has since left a bitter taste in your mouth. While exploring the latest town you’d settled in, you met Chanyeol. He was everything you didn’t want: goofy, happy-go-lucky… a wolf. Mate pull or not, you were going to try everything you could avoid him while keeping the secret from your brother. But how long would you be able to fight? Will Chanyeol be able to pull you back into the world you swore you would never enter again?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

**

Lon frowned. “Um… what?”

You swallowed to try and relieve your dry throat. It didn’t help much. “I think we should just pack up and go to Mom. She needs us. I want to be there for her.”

While you didn’t expect your brother to start jumping up and down and filling up his suitcase, you hadn’t been prepared for his harsh reply.

“(y/n), we already discussed this,” he huffed. “We’re staying here. If you want to go visit Mom, that’s fine. I’ll ask Kris for a few days off, but we’re not dropping everything here.”

“No. We didn’t discuss it,” you argued. “You decided on this place. You decided to come here. Just like you always do. I’ve never had a say. I’ve only ever followed you because I trust you. But, please, listen to me this one time. Let’s leave and go to Mom.”

“Why do you want to leave so badly?” Lon questioned. “I mean, yeah, that idiot attacked me, but Kris has my back. I’ve got a good job here. We can stay here as long as we need to. And do you really want to be stuck around Markus forever?”

Of course you didn’t. But considering the fact that you just told your mate that there was no chance of you ever accepting him, you needed to get away. You needed to get out. You needed to leave this place before you crawled back to him, begging for forgiveness. The way Chanyeol looked at you as he shouted for you to leave… That was what truly made you break down. The anger, the hurt… the betrayal….

If someone had asked you if Chanyeol was capable of any facial expression that wasn’t that lopsided grin or a pinched, cute look of confusion with pouting lips, you would have firmly said no. Even after all the times you’d lashed out and been mean to him, he still smiled through it all like an idiot. The thought of doing something to try and make that grin come back was sitting in the corner of your mind like a ghost. Or maybe more like an executioner silently sharpening his ax. If you gave in to the urge, you were a goner.

“Listen,” Lon sighed. “I can’t get tomorrow off, but I can see if Kris will give me a long weekend. We can drive up, stay with Mom for a few days, and come back. Deal?”

No. It wasn’t not what you wanted. It wasn’t the permanent resettlement that you’d hoped for.

But it would have to do for now. Maybe once he was back with Mom, Lon would change his mind. Maybe the idea of all of them being together again would be too hard to resist. There was always hope.

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly. “I can live with that.”

Lon smiled at you. “Good. Now, what’s for dinner?”

Rolling your eyes, you shuffled into the kitchen to see what you could throw together.

**

There was one treat your mother always made for you when you were kids. It was your favorite thing in the world, even with how simply it may have seemed to everyone else. You could have even only that treat for the rest of your life and nothing else. No one could make them like your mom. Who else added the special ingredient of love into the mix?

Okay, so it was cheesy as hell, but when your mom told you that secret to her recipe and then gave you a wink, you couldn’t help but laugh, even as a teenager eating the frosting as you sat on the counter.

Even though the bakery you were currently headed to didn’t make their chocolate cake lollipops with Mom’s love, you still thought it might be a nice surprise for her when you showed up. Besides randomly showing up as an answer to her letter.

In many ways, Chanyeol was a lot like your mother.

Both of them preferred to look on the bright side of things, to keep a positive perspective even on hopeless situations. Your mother had constantly told you that your father would be all right, even when you knew the trial would have only one possible outcome. She’d still kept a smile on her face up until the end.

The bell above the door chimed as you entered the bakery. Heat filled the closed in space thanks to many ovens creating delicious smelling goods in the back. A girl around your age was manning the front counter. A small, shy smile pulled on the corners on her lips as she looked up from whatever she was sketching.

“Hi, how can I-” she stopped when she met your gaze. The smile was wiped from her face and after a few blinks, she tried again. “How can I help you?”

Confused and feeling awkward, you stuffed one of your hands into your jacket pocket as you pointed towards the display case. “Can I just get about half a dozen of those chocolate lollipops?”

She nodded. “Sure.”

Silently, she wrapped up the individual pops before gently placing them in a clear plastic bag.

“That’ll be twelve-fifty-eight.”

You handed over your card and waited for the transaction to be finished out. You weren’t sure as to why the girl was being extra awkward with you and you just wanted to high tail it out of there. But then you saw her scar.

It came up about halfway up her neck, curved and slightly raggedy. You knew exactly what it was.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

Gasping, the girl’s hand flew up to cover the scar. But you didn’t move or leave or even apologize. You simply waited. Slowly, the girl removed her hand, nodding.

“Yes, I am.”

You nodded back, although it was more like a weird bob than a nod. “You must be happy, then.”

“I am,” she confirmed. “A lot happier than I was before.”

A snort escaped. “Yeah, those hormones will do that to you.”

“That’s not why I’m happier,” she snapped, actually making you jump back. “Maybe you should give Chanyeol a chance.”

Shaking your head, you scoffed, “Look, you don’t know my reasons–”

“No, I don’t,” she interrupted. “But I also had my reasons. In the beginning, I didn’t want anything to do with Kyungsoo. But he is the best thing that happened to me. Not because of destiny or whatever it is that draws us to our mates. But because he helped me see a better version of myself.” She looked up at you with a half-smile. “Chanyeol’s a good guy. One of the best in the pack. And the pull has a way of bring us to the person that we need most in the world.”

You cleared your throat uncomfortably. Because she was hitting a few cords with you. Some very sensitive cords. You knew Chanyeol really deserved a happy-go-lucky, giggly-type girl, but he got stuck with you instead. And yet, he still look at you like the very stars shined in your eyes.

“I’ll, um… I’ll keep that in mind.”

The girl tapped her pencil against the counter. “I’m sorry. They all told us not to get involved. And I planned on that, but….”

“It’s okay. I get it,” you reassured her. Then you held out your hand. “I’m (y/n), by the way.”

She took it, the smile growing in size. “Dana.”

“It was nice to meet you, Dana,” you said honestly. Holding up the bag, you joked, “If these are as good as my mom’s, you’ll be seeing me more often.”

Dana nodded. “I hope so.”

Waving goodbye, you walked out of the store, feeling the weight on your shoulders grow in size. You really needed to see your mom.

**

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Baekhyun asked for the millionth time.

Chanyeol punched him in the shoulder as he rinsed his hair out under the faucet. He honestly probably should have let a professional do this. Oh, well. If it looks bad, he’ll just shave it and grow it out again. That was the great thing about hair. He could always start over.

“I think this is a sign he needs to seek professional help,” Tao mumbled.

Sehun snorted. “Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea. ‘Tell me, Chanyeol, what’s bothering you?’ ‘Well, you see, doctor, I’m a werewolf and my mate has basically rejected me so now I’m going through an identity crisis and have now dyed my hair.”

Tao scrunched up his face. “Ha ha ha.”

“Ha ha ha,” Sehun mocked.

“Both of you shut up,” Chanyeol grumbled. Turning off the faucet, he rung out most of the water from his hair and grabbed a towel to dry the rest. When he thought he’d gotten it mostly dry, he removed the towel and prepaid himself to look in the mirror.

“You know,” Baekhyun crunch on a mouthful of popcorn from the tiny bowl he was holding, “it’s not that bad, actually.”

“Yeah,” Tao agreed. “But why gray? Why not blonde or bright red?”

“I think it’s more silver, actually,” Sehun corrected.

Chanyeol turned towards the mirror, admiring the fresh, new color.

He wasn’t the first to dye his hair in the pack. Sehun kept his a steady blonde while both Baekhyun and Minseok had experimented with several different colors and shades. Even Junmyeon had played with a few interesting colors in his pre-professor days. Who could forget the pink hair he sported for a while during his junior year? The fact that he actually pulled it off and made it look somewhat cool was still mind boggling to this day.

But now it was Chanyeol’s turn. And, by a miracle, it actually worked out. Even unstyled, the silvery white color looked cool. It made him feel different, too. Not so much the goofball reputation that he was stamp with, but more tough. Someone who could stand next to you and look like he belonged.

No. That was not why he was doing this. He was doing this because he needed a change, a distraction. As far as you were concerned, he could die in a ditch. Which, considering you told him there was no way in hell you would ever accept being his mate, was pretty much the only outcome he could see. Might as well live life the fullest while he could, right?

“So, what’s next?” Sehun teased. “A tattoo?”

Chanyeol smirked. “Actually,” he checked the watch on his wrist, “I’ve got about an appointment in about two hours. I should change and head there soon.”

He only took two steps towards the door out of Junmyeon’s master bath before the pain hit. It was like someone was stabbing him in the chest with a white hot iron poker. And then twisting it around for good measure.

With a hard landing, Chanyeol fell to his knees, clutching his chest. Yells and hisses escaped from him in a pathetic attempt to scare away the pain.

“Junmyeon!” Baekhyun and Sehun cried.

At the same time, Tao yelled, “Kris!”

Both leaders came running into the bathroom at the same time. They both knelt down, holding onto Chanyeol and trying to figure out what was going on as they simultaneously asked, “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Tao whimpered.

“He just collapsed to the ground,” Baekhyun said in a panicked voice. “One second he was fine and then next….”

“It must be (y/n),” Kris concluded. “She’s still rejecting him.”

“That’s already painful enough,” Chanyeol coughed. “Why do they have to add this on top of it?”

“Cause life’s a bitch,” Kris replied. That actually made Chanyeol laugh through the pain.

Just as quickly as the aching sensation came, it subsided. Able to breathe normally again, Chanyeol pushed himself up to his feet.

“Chanyeol, are you alright?” Junmyeon asked. His face was pinched and wrinkled with worry. If he wasn’t careful, with everything going on at the moment, his face was going to freeze in that position permanently.

Plastering on a smile, Chanyeol nodded. “I’m fine. I’m going to go change now.”

He left the others behind in the bathroom and left Junmyeon’s room all together. But he didn’t head for his own room to change like he said. Knowing his brothers like the back of his hand, he hung around in the hallway, leaning against the wall, the fake smile now gone from his lips.

“He’s not really going to die, is he?” Baekhyun asked, none of his usual jokiness in his voice. “That’s just a myth, right?”

“It’s not a myth,” Kris confirmed. “If she truly rejects him, Chanyeol won’t last long.”

“Why do our lives have to be so connected to theirs?” Tao complained.

Chanyeol couldn’t really blame him. It did seem really unfair. If the mate rejected the wolf, the mate still got to go on and live their life while the wolf wallowed in agony until the pain became too much and they died.

Why couldn’t you see that he didn’t ask for this either?

Okay, so he did actually ask for it. He asked for it every time he saw his brothers with their own mates. He asked for it when he saw how happy they looked, how in love they were. But he didn’t ask for it to be you specifically. He would have been happy with anyone. The shy girl from his history class. Or the really pretty girl who always took his order at the diner where he often ate lunch.

In the end, though, it was you.

What could make you hate the idea of wolves and mates so much?

Sure, your brother was an omega, but Kris said he was never kicked out of a pack. He just simply chose not to. So where did all this hostility come from?

Well, two could play at that game. Whether or not death was coming for him, he could be just as unattached as you. See how you liked it then.

“It’s just the way it is,” Junmyeon replied to Tao solemnly.

“It’s complete shit, that’s what it is,” Kris growled.

“We can’t exactly force her to accept him, Kris,” Junmyeon sighed.

“I know. But it never should have been Chanyeol.”

“Then who should it have been?”

“Preferably none of us,” Kris snapped. “I would have preferred if the fates just left us all alone and let us make our own damn decisions.”

Chanyeol slid down to the floor. Kris was right. Life would have been much easier if the fates above could just leave them to their own devices. Chanyeol didn’t think his choice in mate would be that bad.

Stomps alerted him to someone approaching, but he didn’t have the energy to care or move.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Kris sighed above him.

Chanyeol looked up at his hyung.

“I don’t want to die,” he confessed.

“You won’t die,” Kris promised. “I won’t let that happen. We’ll get her to come around. I don’t care if we have to kidnap her to do it.”

An angry growl erupted from Junmyeon’s bathroom.

“I was kidding,” Kris called over his shoulder. He looked down at Chanyeol and mouthed, “No, I’m not.”

To his surprise, Chanyeol actually chuckled. No, he would never kidnap you or force you into anything, just like he knew Kris never would either. But he appreciated the joke.

Kris held out his hand. “Come on. We’ve got an appointment to get to.”

“We?” Chanyeol echoed as he took the hand and let the alpha pull him to his feet.

“I’ve been thinking about getting another one for a while.” With a soft laugh, Kris pulled up the left sleeve of his plaid shirt until his under arm was visible, showing off black script.

If you can’t live longer, live deeper

“So, it is possible,” Chanyeol grinned.

Letting his sleeve go, Kris laughed. “Yeah, it’s a tattoo. Why wouldn’t it be possible?”

“Sehun said it might not be possible since we heal so fast.”

Kris shook his head. “Not that fast. The needle does its work before your skin has time to heal up.” He clapped Chanyeol on the back. “Come on. Let’s get you changed and head out. Even if it’s for a few hours, let’s take your mind off of the dreary crap.”

Chanyeol scrambled to his room to quickly put on fresh clothes. If he’d been happy at the return of Kris and the others when they first arrived, now, he couldn’t be more elated to have a brother like Kris. When everyone else focused on the negative, Kris was about ignoring it for a while. Maybe after the appointment, they could go get a few drinks.