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maximura · 1 year ago
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bethelighthalazia · 8 months ago
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"Minijoong"
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Summary: A little insight of Hongjoong being a wholesome dad. 
Genre: fluff
Pairing: dad!Hongjoong x fem!reader
Word Count:  1031
Warnings: none, just wholesome fluff with Joong being a wonderful dad
networks: @mirohs-aurora-society 
[note: Thank you to @itsnotmydejavu for helping me with a name and gender for Joong´s kid! And thank you to @hongthoven for giving me inspiration for some scenes <3 This is part of a mini-series for dad!ateez]
HJ, SH, YH, YS, S, MG, WY, JH
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© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.
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“How does it feel to be left alone by your wife, only leaving your son with you?” Seonghwa asked Hongjoong, his camera pointing at the captain while he did this little ‘interview’. Your husband just rolled his eyes, looking up from his hands to give the older member a glare. “She didn't leave me behind, don't make it sound like she divorced me or something! Y/nnie is working, hyung!'' With these words, he returned to painting his nails, the old nail polish had chipped off already, but then got interrupted again, this time by his son. “Appa, I want too, please?” Ji-ho asked while climbing onto Hongjoongs lap, smiling happily and pointing at the pink nail polish. 
With you working as a stylist at KQ, assigned to the boys of ATEEZ, you never had any problems with your schedules to take care of your son together. This time however, your husband and his members had roughly three weeks off, but you were asked to help out, because one of the stylists working with Xikers got sick. This also meant that you´d have to accompany them overseas for four days. You hated the idea of leaving your boys alone, but you also loved your job. So, now you were sitting on the plane with the Xikers kids because Hongjoong had convinced you to take this opportunity. 
And that's why Hongjoong was now sitting with your son on his lap, painting the kid ́s nails in a hot pink while Seonghwa was recording everything. It was afternoon, Ji-ho had just woken up from his nap which Hongjoong made him take after lunch, and he had heard his father and his uncle talking. The boy always loved playing dress-up and both of you encouraged him to wear whatever he likes. Well, making sure it's proper clothing for his age of five years. “Now I look nice, like appa! We must take photos to send to eomma,” Ji-ho giggled, turning to look at Seonghwa, giving a wave into the camera before then turning to look at Hongjoong with his big doe eyes. You always thought he's just a mini copy of your husband, and apparently everyone else thinks so too. 
“Don´t worry, Ji-ho, we´ll take lots of pictures and send them to your eomma. But first we have to get dressed, right? Your uncle wants to take us shopping for new clothes.” Hongjoong explained and Ji-ho nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down with a giggle. His excitement was contagious and made Seonghwa laugh happily too, leaving Hongjoong to be the only adult here at this moment. With a chuckle of himself, he got up, propping his son on his hip to carry him over to the kid's room, which he regrets almost immediately, because Ji-ho has grown a lot lately. 
An hour later, the three of them were at the stores, Seonghwa currently trying on clothes that Hongjoong picked for his best friend. Ji-ho was sitting and waiting patiently while watching them, eyes wide when his dad handed Seonghwa a dress to try on. Not a very girly dress, but more elegant, something that just brings out Seonghwa's features even more. When your son saw this, he got up and waddled over to the children's clothes, taking a few pieces to bring back to the changing rooms.
“Appa! Can I try?” Ji-ho asked, lifting up the pieces of clothing he gathered and Hongjoong just nodded, slightly absent-minded. After he got his dad's permission, he slipped into the big dressing room with Seonghwa, so his uncle could help him. While Hongjoong was waiting outside of the dressing room, he sat down and checked his phone, only to look up when the door opened and Seonghwa came out of it with your son. Ji-ho had chosen some rainbow leggings and a white skirt that reminded Joong of a school uniform, and topped it with a very cute, baby blue sweater and a sparkly headband. The colors and types of clothes were very mixed together, but Hongjoong couldn't stop a proud smile from spreading on his face, what got him chuckling though, were the black cowboy like boots his son chose for the outfit.
“Aish, now both of you look ready to be models!” Your husband smiled at his best friend and your son, ignoring the weird looks some elderly people gave them because of the clothing choices. “Do you like this outfit, Ji-ho? We can buy it for you,” he said, crouching down to fix the hood of the sweater, before then looking at Seonghwa. “Let's get a lot of clothes for you two. And then we do a fashion show at home to make lots of pictures for y/n!” Your son was more than excited, he always loved to watch fashion shows on TV, he even copied Hongjoong sometimes when he worked on his own clothes sometimes. 
Almost an hour and a half later, your husband and Seonghwa were loaded with bags filled with different outfits, Ji-ho happily leading them back home into the apartment, which is also located in the dorms building of the Ateez boys. During the little fashion show, even Mingi joined the trio, he loved to spend time with his nephew anytime he could, and soon the pictures were flooding in your inbox, making you smile and giggle. Hunter and Yechan were sitting next to you, seeing the photos as well and laughing at some of the outtakes Seonghwa sent you; one of the last pictures showing Hongjoong and Ji-ho laying on a pile of clothes, both had fallen asleep along the way as it seemed. 
You didn't know how you ended up married to the most wonderful man on earth and had such a precious son with him, but you wouldn't want it to be different. Even though you missed them a lot, seeing the photos and knowing that you could facetime your boys at any time made you feel happy and calm. After all, you were heavily worried how Hongjoong would manage to have Ji-ho around him for four days, but he seemed to be doing just fine with the help of his hyung and the younger members.
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stiricidewrites · 8 months ago
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The Damage You Do: ch 23, pt 5
Originally, this chapter was supposed to keep going after this update, but now I'm like hmmm... I could split it, cause otherwise it might end up hella long if I include the smut that eventually follows....
Something for me to debate over the weekend~ See you Sunday!
CW: wwx once again contemplating whether he could be a cat lol
Previously
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“You may join me. We can do some yoga. That should be gentle enough on your ankle.”
“Oh…” wwx trailed off, eyes catching on several yoga mats set onto a shelf nearby. “I don’t have clothes.” He motioned down at his ratty jeans and sweater. Not exactly exercise appropriate.
lwj’s lips twitched, ominous and foreboding and making wwx’s body tense. “I have some you can borrow.”
“Uh…”
“Come along, wy,” lwj said, already turning and heading towards another door.
wwx trailed dumbly behind. Wei Ying. It wasn’t that he’d come here expecting that they wouldn’t have sex—he’d actually been hoping for a more sane repeat of yesterday, if he were being honest—but this fast? This intense right from the start?
The door led into another bathroom, which, hilariously, looked almost exactly like what wwx would expect a gym locker room to look like. Benches and lockers, an open concept shower tucked against the back wall.
He raised an eyebrow when his dom looked back towards him. “Locker room kink, Mr. Lan?”
“Yes,” lwj replied shamelessly, making wwx laugh to himself as they made their way into the room.
“Cool, cool,” he said, spinning as he absently looked around. He could get down with a locker room kink. Public showers. Sneaking looks at one another. Fucking where they could pretend anyone could walk in any minute. Yeah, he could definitely make that work. His eyes caught lwj’s as he turned back to him, the man’s gaze such a heavy thing that it rooted him to the ground.
“Sit, wy.”
wwx sat, like he was a well-trained—well, not dog. He didn't want to be a dog. Could you train cats to sit? He felt like you could? He’d seen videos of people teaching their cats to hit buttons for food and treats and whatever the hell else cats wanted in life, so he imagined they could be trained to sit on command?
lwj pulled open a locker, stuffed full with clothes, and he wondered how many of the other lockers had things inside them. His dom could have sex toys stored in those things, for all he knew! The kinky man probably had sex toys tucked in every room of this house, actually! The locker slammed shut and then lwj was in front of him, manhandling him out of his clothes until he was buck naked—the man had even taken his underwear, which had actually been pretty damn nice!
“Gonna make me do naked yoga?” wwx asked, fluttering his eyes as he flashed a grin at the other man.
lwj hummed in contemplation as he pulled a loose tank top over wwx’s head. “Another day.”
He examined the tank top as his dom knelt to help him into a pair of shorts. It was black, with white abstract designs across it and long, gaping armholes that made him feel oddly exposed—like his dom’s hands would continuously be finding their way inside his shirt like this. The band of his new shorts—also black—snapped across his hips, and his eyes flew to lwj’s.
The man blinked up at him, pushing up his new shirt just enough to place a wet kiss across his stomach. “Shall we?”
wwx nodded, empty-headed, and let himself be dragged back to the fitness room.
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satw-sweden · 10 months ago
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First Word
A drabble where Charlie says her first word.
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Names:
Charlie - Wy
Jack - Australia
Australia, 2008
It was a lazy afternoon. The sun was now just beginning its way to setting, in the living room, Jack sat at his chair, newspaper in his hands. Meanwhile, Charlie was lying down on the floor, various pieces of paper, and crayon sprawled across from her.
The first few pieces of art she made were absent-minded doodles, things that came into her mind. Like flowers, cats, dogs, and bunnies. But her current piece was different. It was going to be a portrait of her and her dad.
Charlie had a crayon on her right hand and her head resting on her left. She began to scribble on the paper, trying to do the best she could to accurately draw the two of them - well - the most accurate a three year old could get.
After a few more adjustments and added things like a sun, some grass, and of course some flowers! It was ready. Her magnum opus was ready to be shown to her dad.
Charlie grinned, then stood up and turned to face dad's chair. Only for her to be greeted with an empty chair with some newspaper where her dad should be sitting.
It's okay! Maybe he'd just moved? She looked around the room. He wasn't anywhere. Panic now beginning to rise within her, she yelled.
"Papa? Papa!?"
Immediately, she heard the hurried sounds of footsteps, and the next thing she knew, she was being hoisted up into the air by none other than her dad.
"Papa!" Charlie exclaimed out of relief and hugged him tightly.
"I'm right here, Charlie!" Jack said, he was beaming as he hugged her back. "You said your first word!" He grinned widely, feeling giddy and excited.
Jack lifted her up into the air, "That's my clever little girl!"
Charlie didn't understand why he was so happy all of the sudden, but his joy was contagious, and she couldn't help but to smile alongside him. She giggled in delight as her father spun her around.
When the excitement finally died down, Jack had set her down and she showed him her drawing with pride.
To this day that drawing sits framed in Jack's room.
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reileinaxiu · 2 years ago
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Yiling Siblings vs Yunmeng Siblings
The winner? Obviously...
Warnings: Some curse words. I have tagged this anti Jc, and Anti Jyl, and anti jiang in general If you like this then feel free to read and if not I will question your priorities and why are you looking for these types of metas when you stan the jiangs. Also I was lazy to look for factual references in the translations and I was busy with studying so not a lot of complete arguments or thought. So yeah comment if I've got some facts wrong or if you can link to me proper evidence. I wrote this for pleasure so please keep unconstructive or mean comments to yourself. I've been wanting to get this of my chest and out there.
Now!
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Let's talk about WWX two sets of siblings again!
About how Yiling Siblings are superior in every way and how Yunmeng Siblings are overrated and not as fluffy as all those screenshotted moments people like to claim as "proof" of their "pure" sibling bonds.
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One, WQ compared to JYL
This is not a competition, but if it was WQ would take first place in the big sister of the year award and JYL would take 5th.
It's a little difficult to write this without sounding downright mean and dismissive to JYL, but compared to WQ her acts as a big sister pale in comparison. Don't get me wrong both of them grew up in toxic environments WQ lived under fear and filial duty to a power hungry tyrant and his baby bro more or less a hostage along with the rest of her branch(depends on the adaptation). While JYL lived under a (verbally abusive) mother, who physically abuses the one you consider a brother, and a passive father. And they endured to raise their brothers mostly with absent parental figures.
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In terms of parenting their blood brother, WN and JWY couldn't be more opposite than China and Argentina.
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“You’re born with a smiling face. Always smiling, never mind too much about sorrowful things, no matter how worse the situation you’re in, you can always be happy.“ CQL Yanli.
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This can describe WWX's surface traits but there is more to him than being able to carry burden with a smile. It's admirable to face the world with optimism but that doesn't mean you should suppress the things hurt you or that you should endure it or that it is okay to experience such things
(btw this is one of the top lines in cql that I hate with a passion and not just because it was said by a Jiang)(also where else did this line come from again? If this was only found in the cql if so nevermind but I can def see JYL saying this type of things too)
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WQ can see as clear as day when WY is hurting and scolds and pesters him to take better care of himself and lets him know that she will be there to help.
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Towards WWX, their isn't much to say about JYL, we can't fault her for her limitations in the mess of dynamics that is her family. She tries to be kind and treats WY like she would her brother. The only reasons she's pretty high up in WWX's heart is because he was young and impressionable when he joined Yunmeng Jiang. A small act of kindness in a toxic environment will seem so much more in terms of significance to him. Interactions with JYL are more playful than anything substantial. They are playing the act of the clingy little brother and the doting older sister.
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WQ brings realistic thorough thoughts for WY's well-being. She scolds him to take care of his health and doesn't praise him but at the end of the day even if WY hides his hurts with poor bandages WQ will rip off those bandages and rewrap them more expertly and make him drink potent remedies.
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What is soup compared to effective medicines when you are hurting(physically and emotionally that is)?
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PS. Don't hate on me for my horrible metaphors.
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Two, WN compared to JWY
To start off let's begin with the POV of side characters or extra or whatever gossip mongering people there are in the MDZS universe.
WN was the Ghost General, the right-hand man to Yiling Laozu WWX.
While to JWY, WWX was supposed to be his right-hand man and subordinate.
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Already there's a glaring difference.
WN would accept LWJ as a good partner for WY. And as long as WY is happy and cares for that is all he asks.
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JWY didn't last one minute before sneering in disgust at LWJ and WWX's relationship after stalking them through Lotus Pier. Why do people need to ask why he is a homophobe?
Also I find myself insulted to even compare WN to JWY.
Between a backstabber and the most loyal friend even beyond death how could that compare.
Too many times has JWY turned his back and averted his eyes and directly harmed WWX .
While WN has stayed through thick and thin with WWX.
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Three, WN compared to JYL
Okay! The quiet supportive sibling comparison.
Yeah there is no comparing. Hands down WN is the winner. The man committed treason for WY. While JYL couldn't even drag an apology out of JZXun's fat mouth.
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Four, WQ compared to JWY
Are people comparing WQ strictness to JWY's so-called tsundere personality? Newsflash tsunderes don't actively gut their loved ones and declare them the enemy of the world.
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Five, the DafanWen Family.
Let's be real the Wen Remnants were the probably the nicest most normal family there is in MDZS who just got roped in to suffering under the Cultivation World's politicking, and wars and aftermath of wars, just the entire Cultivation World bullsh** shebang. In fact, they were probably the most resilient and family oriented which was actually the foundation of their ancestor Wen Mao's teachings. Compared to the tally of all the broken complicated family relationships we have by the end of the book.
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Six, the Jiang Family and all their general sh**
Its mostly in my How I became Anti JC and Anti Jiang in General.
Check it out for more reasons to say that this family is the byproduct of a trainwreck and a plane crash on a stormy day.
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Seven, WWX's true family in the end.
I count 3 main family members of WWX's and a lot of adopted ducklings. Those would be: his husband, LWJ(obviously), his little radish son, and his best friend/brother in all but blood who stood by him through some of his most harrowing moments, and that is
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JC
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Just kidding 😂 it's Wen Ning who else deserves that honored spot?
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Let's not forget our favorite Baby Lan, Jingyi, and our romantic Ouyang Zizhen, and our real tsundere Jin Ling (ok he might have stabbed WWX too but at least he looked to regret it and didn't mean to hurt him. I headcanon a post-canon apology and heart-to-heart between JL and WWX).
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Eight WWX's matching personalities with WQ and WN.
Righteous, Protective, Talented, Mold breakers.
Righteous, while we know WY is the moral compass of the story, to see wrong and seek to do what's right despite society's disapproval, WQ and WN are surprisingly the same. WN saved WWX and JWY because WWX was kind and supportive to him and for nothing else in return and that it was the right thing to do and he knows that WC and the rest of the rotten side of his family is doing wrong. WQ may have helped hide them to protect WN from the consequences of his actions but she didn't have to heal them diligently, and shelter them. She could have sent them off immediately with supplies especially after JWY 🤬 hurt her precious brother and spat vitriol everywhere he went.
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All three of them are super protective, and super loyal to their family. (WY considered the Wens his family and absolutely despaired when they left to be executed (aftermath of this is the Bloodbath of Nightless City), WN and WQ sacrificing themselves to the Jins for the rest of their family and WY)
All three of them were geniuses in their own right. WY as a genius inventor(he invented his own path in 3 measly months!), prodigious cultivator (late start became ahead of everyone). WQ, genius doctor recognized by WRH. And WN, recognized by WY as a prodigy in archery.
They were the mold breakers of their current society but mostly WY and WQ. WY for mastering and understanding resentful energy and adapting his knowledge to Cultivation. And WQ, for conceiving the idea of a Golden Core Transfer. They were the definition of heretics to everyone but that's what made them amazing and unfortunately feared.
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I don't see any mentions of JWY being righteous(definitely not), nor talented, JYL too she was always average and never done anything notable that is to be mentioned besides the praise that comes from WWX and JWY.
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Lastly this is just an aesthetic preference but Wen Qing, Wei Ying, and Wen Ning rhyme in pinyin, even if their Chinese definitions are different. You know how we like to shortcut MDZS characters to their name initials like WWX or LWJ.
Guess what! Their intials are still similar you could write the Wen adopting WWX or adopting his name and there initials would remain the same! So I could comment WQ and WN somewhere but in my heart they are Wei instead of Wen. The three were meant to be siblings! MXTX probably planned this too.
Although fate has WWX grieving both older sisters in his first life.
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Guess which little brother is still more than welcome in WWX's second life?
I'll give you a hint: It's not JC.
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References(mostly):
https://modao-zushi.fandom.com/wiki/Grandmaster_of_Demonic_Cultivation_Wiki
Exhiled Rebels Translations
The Untamed
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exitrowiron · 2 years ago
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Day 17: Sheridan to Gillette, WY
108 miles, 4,225ft ascent, 6:55
The group was quiet and perhaps a bit somber at breakfast this morning, realizing that in the context of this trip yesterday’s accomplishment is really just another day of riding and the next day brings a new challenge, in this case another 108 miles of eastern Wyoming’s rolling hills.
Clouds were again absent from the sky as the three groups hit the road, the first at 7:00 and finally my group of 4 riders at 7:45. The other riders in my group like to ride in a pace line; I let them charge ahead and was soon riding by myself, enjoying green irrigated pastures bordered by brown scrubland.
I’ve flown over this part of the country more times than I can remember, usually journeying to or returning from a visit to Concur’s HQ in Bellevue, WA. You’ve probably flown over this part of the country too. I frequently look out the airplane window and see the low lying hills, mountains and mesas, usually dry and brown, interspersed with irrigated green circles and semi-circles on each side of a two lane highway, wandering from one tiny town or grain elevator to the next. I’ve always wondered what it’s like down there, in the green amongst the brown. Well now I know what it’s like. And that’s really the purpose of this trip. Yesterday’s ride up and down Bighorn Pass was challenging and thrilling but seeing the country roll by from a bicycle saddle is the most rewarding.
As we continue our journey east, the topography of Wyoming is slowing changing. The dramatic low mountains have given way to softer and more distant hills. It looks like the jagged mountains in the west have been eroded and perhaps covered with a blanket which has hidden all the sharp edges. Seeing the mountains soften is like how the ripples dissipate after a stone is dropped in a pond.
Most riders were weary entering Gillette, but I pedaled hard the last 10 miles to get to the hotel because my new ‘two bike bibs and Tylenol’ strategy means that I have to do laundry frequently and I didn’t want to wait for the hotel washer/dryer. As we entered Gillette we passed several surface coal mines; a small mountain on the outskirts of town turned out to be the overburden from one of the mines.
None of the riders looks much farther ahead than the next refueling stop, but we are all aware that our next rest day is Monday. By then we will be in our 6th state!
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eenasbabysmom · 2 years ago
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Fic ideas that keep me in a fog at inappropriate times throughout the day: Part 5b
-most awkward ride home EVER.
-LJY is in mourning, for his crush on JML has clashed with his regard for HGJ, and his heart to torn asunder . . . Or something, WWX tuned him out hours ago and concentrated very hard on smiling and teasing his husband like he always does. LWJ let’s him, even though he knows how forced it is. His mind keeps replaying the events of before and he falters a little because JML was just too much like JWY in that encounter. Is the resemblance to WY’s original body something he imagined? But he deliberates all the way home and concludes, no it is not his imagination but that leaves him with more questions than ever.
-convo between WWX and LWJ behind closed doors: WWX trying to hypothesize who JML’s mother could be and asking LWJ many times if he ever noticed JC with a women around the time WWX and the Wen Remnants settled down in the BM. LWJ waits out this nervous energy and when it is late at night and he has rigorously “everyday-ed” his husband, LWJ quietly reveals his thoughts to WWX. WWX thinking he’s having some sort of post coital auditory hallucination as it had been quite rigorous, and then laughing himself silly. Assures his husband that there was no way he fathered a child in that time, and especially not with Yu Xiuying, who is JC’s first cousin. And of course JML looks like her, she favours her father who inherited all the sharp beauty of his maternal family. Perhaps JC’s mystery woman had similar features to WWX and the rest is imagined on LWJ’s part. LWJ is happy to hear WWX deny ever having lain with any woman before, but more confused. He is not imagining the resemblance-it is clear as day to him. Husbands unable to come to a consensus, agree to sleep on it.
-sleep does not come easy-consensus does not come at all. One month goes by, and JML is set to arrive in CR soon. LQR has taken the reins on arrangements and warns his nephew many times that YMJ and GL are allies and it would be beneficial if both parties acted like it. LWJ does not know how to communicate to his uncle that he knows enough not to fight a girl in the middle of trade talks, especially a sect heir, and especially not one who is potentially his stepdaughter, so he just nods.
-WWX cannot believe LWJ is still insisting on his conspiracy theory regarding JML’s parentage, because the “WY often forgets things” does not apply to sexual encounters. WWX did not accidentally knock up an Yu and then forget about it. WWX remembers every moment of his history of intimacy in that life-and the only person WWX ever had in that way was JC. But he’s not about to say all that because he’s not inclined to think JC would forgive him if he just started handing out that information. Even the few times they had been face to face after his resurrection JC hadn’t brought it up. Even when WWX tried to lead him there, because taking that from JC and then leaving him is one of the sins against his shidi that would forever plague him but it seemed JC refused to remember it, let alone speak of it. WWX heard the unsaid warning in that and left it. There was just too much between them now for what happened then to take precedent over all the other things.
-JML rolls up to CR looking like this:
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-That whip is beautiful and after greetings in which no body in either party causes an intersect incident, LQR compliments JML on her new weapon, a spiritual whip from her grandmother's clan. She had been absent during the Second Siege/Guanyin Temple clusterfuck because she had been sent to learn at the Yu sect and then ordered to remain there until JC called her home when everything began going to shit. JML is genuinely courteous to LQR, addresses him with respect and warmth, and even smiles a real smile at him, not a smirk. She thanks LQR for his compliments, gives the whip's name as being Heiyan. And though it doesn't quite retract into ring form like her father's Zidian, it comes directly to her hand when she calls it, no matter where it is. LWJ's left eye is trying to twitch minutely-Black Smoke, really? And WWX is trying to pick his jaw up off the floor, because while his memory is sometimes shit, his vanity in his last life had him secure in his good looks and the reflection checks bore that out-he knows how dashing his smile was; he knew how disarming it was, because that's what he used to use it for-disarming.
-that smile on JML's face, that wasn't JC's smile. For all the other ways in which she looked exactly like her father, like her grandmother come back to life, this one thing was not from JC. That was WWX's smile. And WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT MEAN?
-Trade talks go: LQR-valid point, JML-valid point/fair offer/barbed poke at LWJ or WWX or demonic cultivation, LWJ-*cricket noises*, JML-*smirk*, LQR-agree/counter-offer. And repeat. WWX still has not collected his jaw off of the floor from where it had fallen before. He is not invited to join talks and the YMJ delegation surround their sect heir like a living, breathing force-field. LJY has taken this time to fall in love with JML again, something he keeps bringing up completely unprompted to LSZ, but quietly because he has some shame. But everyone in the YMJ delegation know, and they're smug, but also kind of feral, so LSZ takes LJY and WWX away before trouble can break out. JML and YMJ leave after a couple of days, WWX only sees her during meals, and he looks at her unblinkingly the entire time and only LWJ's presence there stops anyone from YMJ from pulling a sword about the whole deal.
-After their departure, WWX and LWJ discuss their suspicions and findings, WWX confusedly admits to having a sexual partner during that time, and after some very awkward and tense discussions, reveals that it was JC. But two men can't have a baby, no matter how many times they do it! LWJ is oddly accepting of the idea that JC and WWX have had sex-he doesn't like it, but he can see how and why it happened. The twin prides of yunmeng, whatever they are now, were something completely back then. LWJ had envied their closeness more than once, for all the reasons that turned out to be true.
-They decide to research non-conventional methods of conceiving children. They comb through the library before going to the forbidden section. They find one reference to a rare, and most likely extinct, plant that could be used to make a child from two cultivators based only on blood samples. But it isn't likely because even if not extinct, grows in a region so far away that JC's absence would have been noted. JC had been at LP for the time that JML must have been conceived and all the months prior, as the plant also had a 9 month gestation period. Also, why the hell would JC go to all the trouble of finding said plant to have a JC-WWX baby in the midst of all that other stuff that was happening? LWJ finds some books that mention miraculous feats, in which that plant is included, but feels like something is missing from the book/volume itself. There is evidence the bindings have been loosened and put back together. It might be something, it might be nothing-maybe the bindings had to have been replaced. LWJ is uncertain, WWX is anxious-there's only one real way to get an answer.
-The plan is to get into LP by asking to make amends for the insult of entering the Ancestral Shrine, to settle matters between two allies. LQR, unexpectedly delighted at something that involves WWX, agrees that it is good to mend fences with YMJ and inwardly very happy that LWJ for the first time ever is willing to apologize to someone he insulted during some WWX-fueled event. The request is sent off to the YMJ and the permission to enter LP is given.
-WWX and LWJ arrive late in the day at LP, hours after they were expected. JML is visibly annoyed, but there is some legitimate (but planned) reason and that means she will either have to offer lodging to her guests or force them into an inn in town, which wouldn't look too good politically. They come in, watched very closely, and the whole thing is done without a hitch. There is a very awkward meal in the dining hall and LWJ/WWX are given rooms for the night, with the not-so subtle hint they should be prepared to depart in the morning.
-LP is guarded at all times, but WWX uses a few tricks from his past knowledge of LP and in the dead of night, both are out and sneaking into where JC is completing his seclusion (hand-waves at the method of HOW this happens, just that it must so I will not be spending too much time thinking logistics of it now). They find JC meditating in a set of rooms far away from the hubbub of the sect, where Madam Yu's old rooms had been. He does not look good, pale and skinnier than he had been before. Dark circles under the eyes and dressed in drab clothing/colours. WWX is horrified.
-JC comes out of meditation and is surprised to see them there. Reveals that JML had shown the request for their visit to him during their weekly meal together and he figured there was some ulterior motive. Because LWJ doesn't give a fuck if he insults YMJ, unprompted or not, and WWX would never come back unless he wanted/needed something. He thought they had come for Suibian, and told JML and her deputies to leave it relatively unguarded so they could find it easier. He's not sure why they were here, thinks they thought he would have it, and he gives them directions to where to find it before trying to return to his meditation.
-WWX continues to be horrified at this listless, empty version of his shidi, looking tired and wane in a way that he hasn't seen since after he lost his golden core. LWJ is perturbed, but summons his quiet righteous indignation to demand answers about JML. This gets a rise out of JC, for who the fuck is LWJ to come and question him about anything regarding his daughter? Back and forth sniping before LWJ accuses JML of being WWX's daughter and JC for covering it up. JC demands to know who would the mother be if what LWJ says is true. LWJ counters that given her looks, he's certain JC did something unnatural to create this child between himself and WWX. JC riles, screams that the only person who was guilty of doing unnatural things was WWX and everything, as usual, was his fault!
-But it's like he deflates after all, nearly slumps over like he's having an attack of some sort. WWX tries to grab him but JC rallies to slap him away. They back up into their respective corners and JC starts laughing in a way that is creepy and unhinged. "You know, for the longest time, I thought that despite it all, you must have loved me. You must have felt connected to me the most, felt about me like I felt about you-but you were just too stupid and stubborn about your own heroicness to do anything useful with it. Maybe you were actually speaking the truth that you wanted to come home, and be here with me, but your morals wouldn't let you. Even after everything, even when I hated you, I believed that. And it didn't make everything okay, just helped make it not the absolute worst. I was so sure of it, through all this shit, because-because of our daughter."
-JC/WWX fucked repeatedly after the fall of LP, during SSC and after. Even once in the BM, when they had that final falling out before WWX defected. JC went back to LP and stewed in his own anger until he brought JYL to YL for WWX to see her in her wedding robes. He hadn't been feeling the best in those days, but managed to get through the wedding. Comes back, sick as ever, Jiang healers tell him that it looks like he's pregnant, but obviously, as a man, that makes no sense. One healer remembers something or the other from his training at CR (let's pretend they did all kinds of exchange programs for various fields of study) and JC reluctantly asks LQR to LP. Before asking him for a favour, extracts a promise to never share the nature of this discussion with anyone, in memory of his friendship with JFM and his honour as a Lan. LQR eventually agrees, as JC promises that it doesn't involve harm to others or GL. He listens, goes back to CR to study, and comes back with some information:
-past cases of spiritual conception, very rare circumstance, as it involves perfect harmonization of the spiritual and physical aspects of two people. Such a connection is easy for the physical (people been having great sex forever!), but the complete spiritual matchup was rarer, happening only one recorded time that LQR could find. LQR and Jiang healers work together and confirm a whole bunch of stuff and then everyone wants to know who the other parent is, but JC refuses to name them.
-LP goes into semi-lockdown. The five Jiang seniors still alive huddle around SLJ and hide this from the world. He's already about four months along and barely showing. *Hand-wave medical stuff about pregnancy and male bodies-SPIRITUAL BABY rules (in which they aren't rules and I get to make them up as I go along)*. JYL knew, and JML born six weeks before JL, but hidden at LP.
-WWX has forgotten all his words. Even LWJ is stumped, because even though he suspected, confirmation was still shocking. WWX starts crying, wants to know why JC never told him-that he should have been told. JC laughing, cruelly, and asks how he was supposed to tell him. After the JYL wedding dress meeting, WWX doubled down on separating from YMJ. JC, too paranoid after finding out the truth of his condition, wouldn't leave LP for anything before the birth. He sent Yu Xiuying to Yiling numerous times with a request for WWX to come to LP, even if they were sneaking him in at night. Doesn't WWX remember?
-WWX does, he remembers the few times Yu Xiuying appeared in YL in disguise, asking him to come and meet JC at LP. Then, he thought if he went back to LP, that he wouldn't want to leave again. The temptation was too much. He send her away each time. Once, she brought a letter, but he sent her away without reading it. JC laughs, says he couldn't write the truth in a letter-that it was thought too dangerous to put those words to paper. That every easy denial was like a stab in the heart, but then JC would remember what LQR said-perfect spiritual and physical harmonization. JC and WWX were connected, closer than anyone else could claim, and this refusal was also about protecting JC and YMJ. When JL is born, JC learns that WWX is invited to attend the 100 day celebration-the perfect opportunity to get close enough to WWX to try and let him know. JYL agreed, said she would make sure that they got to talk and that WWX would get to see his daughter-so much tentative hope and then everything went to shit.
-"But even after, when I hated you and blamed you, I still loved you-because I could tell myself that you obviously still loved me. That there was a good reason for why you refused to be seen with any of YMJ messengers while in YL, but I heard reports of you spending days around town with LWJ. Ignored the fact that if I had written the letter asking you to come to JL's 100 day celebration instead of LWJ with his guarantee that you wouldn't have come. Buried the fact that you so badly went out of your way to break all connections to me, but jumped up in a second when it was LWJ or JYL reaching out. I thought, yes that hurt, but he still loved me-I was still the most nearest to him because what was our daughter other than the confirmation of that. Then you come back, you refuse to come back to LP, you take up with LWJ, you bring back Wen Ning-all that shit, and I still had that to fall back on, a crutch to lean on-that I wasn't as insignificant to you as you made it look. And then, what? The core-your core in me, your spiritual core in me, mixing with my spiritual energy, creating something inbetween your spiritual power and mine-working not due to harmony, but unnatural necessity. Because you had us both carved open and experimented on, to repay a debt to the Jiang sect. Repay a debt-giving back what was owed. A miracle child not born of perfect harmony, but an accident born of desperate need to be done with me and YMJ. I always wondered how easily you made it look to step away from the sect, from me; couldn't figure out how you could pretend it was so easy. And now I know you weren't pretending. It was easy-it was probably a relief, to be free of me. Was the sex some sort of interest you were paying on the debt? I used to wonder that-but then I remembered you used to enjoy it too much. Maybe you figured the core was an overpayment and took my virginity and my heart as a way of balancing the debts out. After all, just like with A-die and A-niang, my love was a pittance of worth in your eyes."
-Something angsty, angsty in response. More arguments, JC starts to qi deviate and JML and the Jiang sect Elders burst in and things go straight to hell.
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If I were | Tanjiro Oneshot
Fluff
2129 words
No manga spoilers
WY/N- wrong name (pronounced by Inosuke)
You had a game you played with Tanjiro sometimes. It was called ''If I were''. You were supposed to ask the second person the question and pick a category. The other person answered, giving an explanation.
''Tanjiro, if I were a dish, what would I be?'' You asked the boy while sitting with him during a break from training.
It was a sunny day, summer in its zenit. The both of you were sweaty, but in a good way. It was hard work that you and Tanjiro appreciated a lot.
''If you were a dish, you would be a cake, because you're sweet.'' Tanjiro gave you a big smile.
You laughed at him being cheesy. He was just like this, honest, never playing games and like a... brother to you. Yes, that's what you thought. To be fair, you just couldn't bear the thought of someone like you being with someone like Tanjiro. It makes your cheeks blush, your heart flutters and it gives you a weird sensation in your back, like when you are excited and can't sit in one place. Yet, it was still you just being you. Tanjito was hard-working, could be relied on, never lazy, good at heart and pure. You have never seen him once being inappropriate towards someone. You on the other hand? A bit messy, a bit clumsy, lazy at times, struggling with things. You would just drag him down. That's why you took his remarks in a friendly, not romantic way.
''Y/N, if I were a animal, what would I be?''
''You would be a big, strong guide dog, because you are big, strong and a great friend.'' He scratched the back of his head with a small smile.
''Whas this dog thing not so good?'' You asked, feeling a bit ashamed of yourself calling him on any purpose a dog.
''No, not at all. I just feel appreciated you see me like this. Also, I like dogs!'' He answered, swaying away your concerns.
Giving yourself a small break you went back to the training, sunset caressed your figures as you were working hard to the very night.
Later that night Tanjiro was a bit absent towards Inosuke and Zenitsu. His mind was in clouds, thinking about something. Zenitsu had no idea what was going on with him but was very curious.
''Tanjiro, is everything okay?'' The blonde asked when they were crossing the corridors of the Butterfly Estate.
''Yes, just thinking about something.'' He replied, looking at the wall.
''You act like you're not here.'' Zenitsu mumbled.
''Ah! Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you guys.'' This time his attention turned towards the boys.
''It's simple Zenitsu, I know why Monjiro is so not Monjiro!'' Inosuke pushed out his chest to show domination.
''You really know?'' Tanjiro asked, kinda worried, kinda relieved.
''Yes.''
''How do you know Inosuke? And what is it?'' Zenitsu was looking back and forth on the two.
''Because I used my big brain to figure it out.'' Inosuke was proud of himself.
''Pft. You and big brain?'' The blonde laughed.
''Hey, I'm the one knowing what's going on!'' Inosuke got angry. ''Monpachiro is looking after the girl WY/N.''
''Looking after?'' Zenitsu gave Tanjiro a glance.
''Ah!'' The boy blushed.
''Like this way!'' Zenitsu was all worked up now. ''Tanjiro! What are you going to do about it?''
''Nothing.'' The boy was looking at his fingers.
''What!'' The other two both went at the same time.
This couldn't be. They talked to Tanjiro and he finally confessed his feelings for Y/N to them. He has been secretly crushing Y/N for a half year now but didn't have the guts to do anything about you. Yes, there was closeness between you but it was more of a deep friendship than a romantic relationship. He was not good for you. You were beautiful and he had this huge scar on his forehead. You could stand your ground and he was passive most of the time. You were good and straightforward, he was shy and cowardly when it came to emotions. He would just drag you down.
Zenitsu couldn't bear Tanjiro babbling about him being a burden to you. He was clearly making up purposes to not confess to you because he was a chicken. The blonde picked up Tanjiros self-esteem from the ground and handed it back to him. Inosuke also helped in his own, weird way. Now the boy was ready to confess to his love. Yet, he didn't know how. The three of them were sitting in a garden and thinking. None of them felt like going to bed so they wandered here, even though it was nighttime.
''Make it something big. Pick up a bouquet bigger than her head and take her on a whole day date and make a three course picnic and...'' Zenitsu was going on with the ideas HE would proceed with on HIS confession.
Tanjiro wasn't entirely sure if you would like such big gestures.
''Give her a display of your power. Rip your shirt and run fifty kilometres with her on your back! She will beg to be your girlfriend!'' Inosuke shouted.
''I don't know if I won't my crush to beg me for something like that, it doesn't work like that I'm afraid.'' Tanjiro gave an awkward laugh.
''It doesn't? Well I never had a crush so I don't know.'' The boar boy shrugged.
''Then why are you even here trying to help?'' Zenitsu got triggered.
''I just said what I saw with the boars, how males impressed the females!'' Inosuke also was loud.
''Do you think Y/N is a pig?'' Zenitsu had a thick mark on his forehead.
''Don't you talk about my mother like that!'' Inosuke's mask had a frown.
''Guy's guy's.'' Tanjiro shushed them down. ''I appreciate all of your advice.''
''You shouldn't, they shitty as hell.'' The three heard a voice behind their backs.
It was Sanemi, the Fillar.
''Um, sorry for being so loud.'' Tanjiro bowed upon him, so did the rest.
Well, Inosuke did need to get a pat on the head.
''Yea, you so loud I heard the whole conversation and I had to come here and tell you kids something before you ruin your lovelife.'' His hands were crossed on his muscular chest, frown on the face and eyes looking into your soul. ''Sit, listen, I'm only going to say this once. I don't like you I just pitty you for being so stupid. A girl is a human being also, have you ever thought about it dumbass? Just think of what you would like to receive from her and give her the same, mentally or physically, whatever. Would you like an entire circus chanting your name and love confession? I bet fucking no. Would you like for her to give you a marathon as a confession? I bet fucking no. Then why do you come up with so stupid ideas? Ask her to meet you somewhere private, you can go for a walk in the evening, pick a freaking flower and say that you like her. Would you like to get a flower from her? I bet fucking yes. End of lecture idiots.'' He turned on his foot and started to walk away.
''Thank you!'' Tanjiro shouted when Sanemi's figure started to fade in the dark corridor.
''Oh! And go to sleep idiots, I have my room here!'' The three of them covered their ears at the loud sound.
It was evening. The sun was low but it gave a warm, fuzzy feeling. You waited for Tanjiro at the main entrance of the Butterfly Estate. He wanted to meet with you and take a bit of your time, you had no problem with this.
''Ah! Y/N, sorry you had to wait.'' Tanjiro waved at you while running up.
''Did you do something with your hair? It looks kinda sticky.'' You asked upon seeing some of Tanjiro's hair strands weirdly glued together.
To be honest he wanted to style his hair but it didn't listen to him. The boys even trying magic tricks and Inosukes boar, tribal enchantment to make it flat.
''I must have sticked it with something.'' He laughed a bit.
''Come to the tap, I will help you. It will take only a moment.''
You both came to a small tap in the garden. You turned it on and chilly water ran down your fingers.
''Lower yourself.'' You asked as Tanjiro was taller.
He got on his knees and looked up at you. You started to pat and soothe the glued strands with water. You took a bit on your hand and moved it along his scalp untying all the small knots. A drop of water fell on tTanjiros eye and he shut it.
''So sorry!'' You claimed.
''No problem.'' He gave you a giggle.
You took the hem of your clothes and patted Tanjiros cheek where the drop ran down. He closed his eyes and you helped him out there as well.
''All ready. Your hair will be a bit wet for a moment but it will dry in no time.'' You said turning off the tap.
He was still on cloud nine. He imagined that he poured all the styling gel into his hair so that this moment would last forever. You also took your time thinking that there may not be many possibilities to touch his hair like that.
''What did you want to do?'' You asked.
''I wanted to go on a walk.''
''Nice! I like walks, they are relaxing after training and help ease the pain for the next day.''
The two of you took off. Tanjiro walked slightly behind. One moment he was getting closer because he felt brave. Then he took a step in the opposite direction because he chickened out. Your hand was swinging forward and backwards and he tried to position his to touch yours whenever you moved it. He couldn't find the right angle because you were changing your position constantly, while talking to him. It's not nice but he didn't listen to you. He thought about your shoulders moving steadily up and down. He would like to put his hands on them in a loving manner. He would put his head on top of yours and place his chest against your back. He wanted you to feel the love. He would hug you so tight. He would cuddle you to sleep, massage your exhausted muscles, cook for you, train with you, clean for you, laugh for you, cry for you, die for you if he had. The thought clenched his heart. It's not a crush, he did actually love you. He didn't have to think about you the whole time, you were already cherished in his heart. He didn't have to impress you because seeing the best in you made him feel joy greater than any success he could brag about. He could be humble with you because you saw through his exterior, you knew him deeply. He could truly be himself around you, relaxed, caring, loving, nothing to hide, talking freely and sharing your minds and hearts together. You were his best friend...
...and deep friendship is the foundation of any good relationship.
He stopped in his tracks. Looking around Tanjiro spotted a small, white flower. He picked it up and standed in front of you, making you also stop, hiding the flower behind his back.
''What's going on? I was talking about the...'' You were referring to the things Tanjiro wasn't listening to.
''Can we play one round of 'If I would be?' You start.'' He asked.
''Okay! If I were a bug, what would I be?'' You asked.
''You would be a bee, because you're a queen.'' He answered. Before giving you time to say anything he proceeded.
Kneeling down on one knee and taking the flower from his back he asked.
''If I were your boyfriend, would you be happy?''
You just stand there looking into his big eyes that showed nothing but love and affection at that moment. You felt the blush and the excitement in your spine. The dark thoughts that stopped you for so long ceased from your head leaving only the sweetness of Tanjiros words.
''I would be the happiest in the world.''
You took the flower, it was small and delicate. Looking up from it you meet Tanjiro's lips. They were soft. He caressed your cheek.
The both of you felt a bit weird, a bit clumsy, a bit cheesy and very, very happy. Holding hands you went on for the walk not going to come back anytime soon.
From behind the tree Zenitsu was crying watching his friend achieve something he was so scared about, and something Zenitsu carved himself. So they were semi-sweet tears.
''True fucking player.'' Inosuke mumbled in amusement. ''I need to memorise that line!''
Inosuke = Big Poppa
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the tell tale heart by Edgar Allan Poe but worse
Twue! --newvous --vewy, vewy dweadfuwwy newvous i had been and am; but why wiww you say that i am mad? the disease had shawpened my senses --not destwoyed --not duwwed them. Above aww was the sense of heawing acute. I heawd aww things in the heaven and in the eawth. I heawd many things in heww. How, then, am i mad? heawken! and obsewve how heawthiwy --how cawmwy i can teww you the whowe stowy.
it is impossibwe to say how fiwst the idea entewed my bwain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object thewe was none. Passion thewe was none. I woved the owd man. He had nevew wwonged me. He had nevew given me insuwt. Fow his gowd i had no desiwe. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! he had the eye of a vuwtuwe --a pawe bwue eye, with a fiwm ovew it. Whenevew it feww upon me, my bwood wan cowd; and so by degwees --vewy gwaduawwy --i made up my mind to take the wife of the owd man, and thus wid mysewf of the eye fowevew.
now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you shouwd have seen me. You shouwd have seen how wisewy i pwoceeded --with what caution --with what fowesight --with what dissimuwation i went to wowk! i was nevew kindew to the owd man than duwing the whowe week befowe i kiwwed him. And evewy night, about midnight, i tuwned the watch of his doow and opened it --oh so gentwy! and then, when i had made an opening sufficient fow my head, i put in a dawk wantewn, aww cwosed, cwosed, that no wight shone out, and then i thwust in my head. Oh, you wouwd have waughed to see how cunningwy i thwust it in! i moved it swowwy --vewy, vewy swowwy, so that i might not distuwb the owd man's sweep. It took me an houw to pwace my whowe head within the opening so faw that i couwd see him as he way upon his bed. Ha! wouwd a madman have been so wise as this, and then, when my head was weww in the woom, i undid the wantewn cautiouswy-oh, so cautiouswy --cautiouswy (fow the hinges cweaked) --i undid it just so much that a singwe thin way feww upon the vuwtuwe eye. And this i did fow seven wong nights --evewy night just at midnight --but i found the eye awways cwosed; and so it was impossibwe to do the wowk; fow it was not the owd man who vexed me, but his eviw eye. And evewy mowning, when the day bwoke, i went bowdwy into the chambew, and spoke couwageouswy to him, cawwing him by name in a heawty tone, and inquiwing how he has passed the night. So you see he wouwd have been a vewy pwofound owd man, indeed, to suspect that evewy night, just at twewve, i wooked in upon him whiwe he swept.
upon the eighth night i was mowe than usuawwy cautious in opening the doow. A watch's minute hand moves mowe quickwy than did mine. Nevew befowe that night had i fewt the extent of my own powews --of my sagacity. I couwd scawcewy contain my feewings of twiumph. To think that thewe i was, opening the doow, wittwe by wittwe, and he not even to dweam of my secwet deeds ow thoughts. I faiwwy chuckwed at the idea; and pewhaps he heawd me; fow he moved on the bed suddenwy, as if stawtwed. Now you may think that i dwew back --but no. His woom was as bwack as pitch with the thick dawkness, (fow the shuttews wewe cwose fastened, thwough feaw of wobbews,) and so i knew that he couwd not see the opening of the doow, and i kept pushing it on steadiwy, steadiwy. I had my head in, and was about to open the wantewn, when my thumb swipped upon the tin fastening, and the owd man spwang up in bed, cwying out --"who's thewe?" i kept quite stiww and said nothing. Fow a whowe houw i did not move a muscwe, and in the meantime i did not heaw him wie down. He was stiww sitting up in the bed wistening; --just as i have done, night aftew night, heawkening to the death watches in the waww.
pwesentwy i heawd a swight gwoan, and i knew it was the gwoan of mowtaw tewwow. It was not a gwoan of pain ow of gwief --oh, no! --it was the wow stifwed sound that awises fwom the bottom of the souw when ovewchawged with awe. I knew the sound weww. Many a night, just at midnight, when aww the wowwd swept, it has wewwed up fwom my own bosom, deepening, with its dweadfuw echo, the tewwows that distwacted me. I say i knew it weww. I knew what the owd man fewt, and pitied him, awthough i chuckwed at heawt. I knew that he had been wying awake evew since the fiwst swight noise, when he had tuwned in the bed. His feaws had been evew since gwowing upon him. He had been twying to fancy them causewess, but couwd not. He had been saying to himsewf --"it is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is onwy a mouse cwossing the fwoow," ow "it is mewewy a cwicket which has made a singwe chiwp." yes, he had been twying to comfowt himsewf with these suppositions: but he had found aww in vain. Aww in vain; because death, in appwoaching him had stawked with his bwack shadow befowe him, and envewoped the victim. And it was the mouwnfuw infwuence of the unpewceived shadow that caused him to feew --awthough he neithew saw now heawd --to feew the pwesence of my head within the woom.
when i had waited a wong time, vewy patientwy, without heawing him wie down, i wesowved to open a wittwe --a vewy, vewy wittwe cwevice in the wantewn. So i opened it --you cannot imagine how steawthiwy, steawthiwy --untiw, at wength a simpwe dim way, wike the thwead of the spidew, shot fwom out the cwevice and feww fuww upon the vuwtuwe eye. It was open --wide, wide open --and i gwew fuwious as i gazed upon it. I saw it with pewfect distinctness --aww a duww bwue, with a hideous veiw ovew it that chiwwed the vewy mawwow in my bones; but i couwd see nothing ewse of the owd man's face ow pewson: fow i had diwected the way as if by instinct, pwecisewy upon the damned spot. And have i not towd you that what you mistake fow madness is but ovew-acuteness of the sense? --now, i say, thewe came to my eaws a wow, duww, quick sound, such as a watch makes when envewoped in cotton. I knew that sound weww, too. It was the beating of the owd man's heawt. It incweased my fuwy, as the beating of a dwum stimuwates the sowdiew into couwage.
but even yet i wefwained and kept stiww. I scawcewy bweathed. I hewd the wantewn motionwess. I twied how steadiwy i couwd maintain the way upon the eve. Meantime the hewwish tattoo of the heawt incweased. It gwew quickew and quickew, and woudew and woudew evewy instant. The owd man's tewwow must have been extweme! it gwew woudew, i say, woudew evewy moment! --do you mawk me weww i have towd you that i am newvous: so i am. And now at the dead houw of the night, amid the dweadfuw siwence of that owd house, so stwange a noise as this excited me to uncontwowwabwe tewwow. Yet, fow some minutes wongew i wefwained and stood stiww. But the beating gwew woudew, woudew! i thought the heawt must buwst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound wouwd be heawd by a neighbouw! the owd man's houw had come! with a woud yeww, i thwew open the wantewn and weaped into the woom. He shwieked once --once onwy. In an instant i dwagged him to the fwoow, and puwwed the heavy bed ovew him. I then smiwed gaiwy, to find the deed so faw done. But, fow many minutes, the heawt beat on with a muffwed sound. This, howevew, did not vex me; it wouwd not be heawd thwough the waww. At wength it ceased. The owd man was dead. I wemoved the bed and examined the cowpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I pwaced my hand upon the heawt and hewd it thewe many minutes. Thewe was no puwsation. He was stone dead. His eye wouwd twoubwe me no mowe.
if stiww you think me mad, you wiww think so no wongew when i descwibe the wise pwecautions i took fow the conceawment of the body. The night waned, and i wowked hastiwy, but in siwence. Fiwst of aww i dismembewed the cowpse. I cut off the head and the awms and the wegs. I then took up thwee pwanks fwom the fwoowing of the chambew, and deposited aww between the scantwings. I then wepwaced the boawds so cwevewwy, so cunningwy, that no human eye --not even his --couwd have detected any thing wwong. Thewe was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no bwood-spot whatevew. I had been too wawy fow that. A tub had caught aww --ha! ha! when i had made an end of these wabows, it was fouw o'cwock --stiww dawk as midnight. As the beww sounded the houw, thewe came a knocking at the stweet doow. I went down to open it with a wight heawt, --fow what had i now to feaw? thewe entewed thwee men, who intwoduced themsewves, with pewfect suavity, as officews of the powice. A shwiek had been heawd by a neighbouw duwing the night; suspicion of fouw pway had been awoused; infowmation had been wodged at the powice office, and they (the officews) had been deputed to seawch the pwemises. I smiwed, --fow what had i to feaw? i bade the gentwemen wewcome. The shwiek, i said, was my own in a dweam. The owd man, i mentioned, was absent in the countwy. I took my visitows aww ovew the house. I bade them seawch --seawch weww. I wed them, at wength, to his chambew. I showed them his tweasuwes, secuwe, undistuwbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, i bwought chaiws into the woom, and desiwed them hewe to west fwom theiw fatigues, whiwe i mysewf, in the wiwd audacity of my pewfect twiumph, pwaced my own seat upon the vewy spot beneath which weposed the cowpse of the victim.
the officews wewe satisfied. My mannew had convinced them. I was singuwawwy at ease. They sat, and whiwe i answewed cheewiwy, they chatted of famiwiaw things. But, ewe wong, i fewt mysewf getting pawe and wished them gone. My head ached, and i fancied a winging in my eaws: but stiww they sat and stiww chatted. The winging became mowe distinct: --it continued and became mowe distinct: i tawked mowe fweewy to get wid of the feewing: but it continued and gained definiteness --untiw, at wength, i found that the noise was not within my eaws. No doubt i now gwew vewy pawe; --but i tawked mowe fwuentwy, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound incweased --and what couwd i do? it was a wow, duww, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when envewoped in cotton. I gasped fow bweath --and yet the officews heawd it not. I tawked mowe quickwy --mowe vehementwy; but the noise steadiwy incweased. I awose and awgued about twifwes, in a high key and with viowent gesticuwations; but the noise steadiwy incweased. Why wouwd they not be gone? i paced the fwoow to and fwo with heavy stwides, as if excited to fuwy by the obsewvations of the men --but the noise steadiwy incweased. Oh god! what couwd i do? i foamed --i waved --i swowe! i swung the chaiw upon which i had been sitting, and gwated it upon the boawds, but the noise awose ovew aww and continuawwy incweased. It gwew woudew --woudew --woudew! and stiww the men chatted pweasantwy, and smiwed. Was it possibwe they heawd not? awmighty god! --no, no! they heawd! --they suspected! --they knew! --they wewe making a mockewy of my howwow!-this i thought, and this i think. But anything was bettew than this agony! anything was mowe towewabwe than this dewision! i couwd beaw those hypocwiticaw smiwes no wongew! i fewt that i must scweam ow die! and now --again! --hawk! woudew! woudew! woudew! woudew!
"viwwains!" i shwieked, "dissembwe no mowe! i admit the deed! --teaw up the pwanks! hewe, hewe! --it is the beating of his hideous heawt!"
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ronans-sepiaphotograph · 4 years ago
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I'm totally and completely bothered by the fact that there's not enough Kaz and Wylan content so as a book junkie I'm compelled to create my own-
Kaz and Wylan, our resident scheming faces and painting:
Wylan Van Eck may not be the loudest or the most outspoken of the Crows but he was observant.
So he knew who exactly was knocking on the door on the mansion just a while after Jesper had left to get the guns serviced.
Wylan was about to start working on a new canvas when he heard the door being knocked upon as he was walking towards his room.
Kaz Brekker stood in his glory, all suit, hat and his cane as Wylan opened the door.
"Hello Kaz" "Hey merchling" "I'm painting in my room"
Kaz walked through the doors as Wylan told him where he was going. It was not a schedule but it was definitely a schedule.
Wylan would paint and Kaz would silently watch him as they quietly talked, and it helped with Jesper absent sometimes because Wylan and Kaz were both not the greatest when it came to being chatty. Sure Jesper was great company, but sometimes they wanted the quiet.
Kaz walked through and over to Wylan's room with Wylan in tow and sat on his regular seat. Yes Wylan had a seat dedicated for Kaz to sit. It definitely made Wylan more nervous as Kaz watched him.
"how are things at the slat?" "Fine, it's too noisy" "you can come over here anytime you know?" "I know"
Wylan was nervous as he pulled out the package. He had been working on it for a while now. And it was scary that Kaz would be receiving it. He didn't even know whether he would like it or not.
It was a small box, and inside were six little canvases for all of them. Wylan knew Kaz often picked up little paintings he did, thinking Wylan wouldn't notice. But then Wylan would see them tucked away in his office mantle.
So Wylan had this idea of making something for Kaz. One canvas for a Crow, a member of his family. A Crow's head (Kaz), a Knife (Inej), Waffles (Nina), a white wolf (Matthias), a revolver (Jesper) and finally a flute (Wylan). He had spent hours on the little things and Jesper had found small ornamental frame to put them into. Wylan had packed them.
He was trembling and blushing by the time he slid the package over to Kaz, who was watching him with narrowed eyes.
"what's this?" "I know you take paintings from my room so I made these for you"
Kaz gave him a look and proceeded to open it, his gloved hands neatly unwrapping it. He gave Wylan a soft smile as he looked through them. He was blushing harder now.
"Do you like them?" "One of each of us" "yeah" "Thanks Wy"
The nickname made his eyes water and he looked away, wiping his eyes. Kaz tapped his cane on the floor and Wylan immediately snapped his head up. The smile was there, faint yet present.
"why are you crying?" "Nothing, just happy tears"
Kaz put the box back and sat as Wylan left to get them waffles and coffee. He had ice-cream since he was the only one besides Inej who knew Kaz had a sweet tooth. He didn't tell anyone because he prized his life.
"do you want to try your hand at painting?" "Me?" Kaz looked confused at the question as Wylan nodded. He bit into his waffle as Kaz silently thought.
"Scheming face" "I heard that" Kaz smirked at him as Wylan blushed.
"okay then, I don't think I have the skills like you do" "I'm not skilled, it's one the few things that I'm good at. And besides without these I'm wor-"
He was interrupted as the end of Kaz's cane was jabbing into his chest. Kaz glared, enough to remind him that he was still the Dirtyhands, even if Wylan looked up to him.
"you sure you want to complete that sentence Wylan?" Wylan shook his head. "Then let's get painting"
He nodded as Kaz got up and shifted closer to the desk as Wylan found them canvased to paint on. He got water and brushes and paints and rags. He got one of the old shirts for Kaz to wear.
"wear this, won't want to spoil your suit" "always the observant one" "I heard that" "I wanted you to"
Wylan turned away as Kaz proceeded to remove his coat and turned back again when Kaz prodded him. He thought he heard a chuckle escape Kaz bit probably though he was dreaming. He opened the windows fully so he could see the gardens below and the sea. It was Blue and pristine and there were seagulls flying in the sky.
Wylan squeezed out paint as Kaz made his scheming face again as he looked through the plethora of brushes Wylan had.
"How do your even choose which one to use Wy?" Wylan chuckled as Kaz gave him a look. "You should decide what you want to paint. I usually just paint the sea on the garden on sunny days and then something from memory when the days are gloomy" "the sea sounds okay*
He helped Kaz pick a brush and then pushed a palette full of paint towards Kaz as he sat beside him, maintaining enough distance. He chuckled when he saw Kaz fumble. He figured if was probably because of the gloves that he was struggling to hold the brush properly.
"I think it's the gloves that are making it difficult" Kaz scowled at him and Wylan shut up, why had he even voiced out loud? "Sorry, I didn't mean to. It'll be fine, give it a bit of time and you'll adjust"
Kaz ignored him as he thought about it. After a silent moment lapsed, he removed the glove from his hand. It came as a surprise and Wylan didn't know whether he had the right to watch so he just looked at his blank canvas. Kaz cleared his throat.
"it's much better now" "Kaz you didn't have to, I'm sorry" "It's for my own convenience and you were right, this feels much better.
Another one of Kaz Brekker's rare smiles.
Wylan smiled at him as he got to painting himself. Kaz busied himself with watching the sea and the dipping his brush in the paint. Wylan was going to paint the sea today, just with the added memory of one particular shil sailing and floating in it. The sea always made him miss Inej terribly.
Kaz groaned beside him as he dropped the brush down and leaned back and slumped in his seat. It was rare to see Kaz so out of his comfort zone.
"How do you even do this Wy?" "It has always been my escape, when I used to stay with Jan Van Eck and try to read and write. Don't think when you're painting that's all" "that's difficult" "for you, definitely"
Kaz glared as Wylan chuckled, blushing again. Kaz had draw strokes of Blue in various shades. It wasn't bad but it was evident that Kaz had no experience painting before. He gently prodded Kaz to pick up and try again, suggesting to just think about what he was trying to paint. Kaz huffed as he picked up his brush again. Wylan noticed that he held the brush a little awkwardly which would not help at all and make Kaz more irritated and without a thought put his hand over Kaz's, briefly touching as he adjusted the brush in Kaz's fingers.
And then the realisation hit.
Wylan was going to be murdered today, in his own house, by the person he had begun to consider a best friend.
Wylan trembled and pulled his hand away but Kaz turned to him and glared daggers that made him freeze. Yep, definitely going to get murdered, he thought.
"Don't you dare move Wylan"
And because he was going to get murdered he pulled his hand away and literally ran. But Kaz was quick because obviously as Wylan felt the cane latch into his shoulder, causing him to trip. He stood frozen, not daring to turn around.
"Wylan, turn around right now" he didn't. "I won't repeat" He turned around.
Kaz stood, gloved hands on his cane as he looked at Wylan.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-" "stop talking"
Wylan did. He felt red and not all over as he felt his eyes water. Kaz put his hand forward and Wylan prepared to die but then Kaz just squeezed his shoulder. Wylan's knees gave out as he sank to the floor, on his knees. He felt his tears drop. Kaz sat down beside him. He didn't dare open his eyes.
"Wy?" "Yeah?" "Look at me?"
He opened his eyes and looked at Kaz. He expected to see anger, hatred and every hateful emotion in the coffee brown of Kaz's eyes but there was nothing. Kaz was looking at him, face devoid of expression.
"It took me by surprise because it's been a while since that had happened" "I was thinking Kaz I'm-" "Let me finish. But you don't have to worry. It just caught me by surprise that's all. And I know you didn't do on purpose, I know you would never Wy. You're our observant demo expert. You know these things better than others" "okay. I'm still sorry, I'll make sure it never happens again" "okay. It felt weird though, like a funny weird, feeling that again"
This time Kaz did let out a brief chuckle. Wylan blushed. Had Kaz Brekker just chuckled? Had Wylan just made him laugh?
Wylan looked at him, wide-eyed and in shock as Kaz got up and hauled Wylan up. He then surprised him by giving Wylan a brief side hug. Wylan was going to die of happiness today. The reason? Kaz Brekker.
"You trust me?" "That's a very stupid question Wylan"
Wylan gave a him and Kaz nodded while sipping on his coffee. Obviously I do, he meant. Wylan smiled as he wiped his eyes.
He then carefully showed Kaz how to hold the brush properly so could paint with ease and soon they were painting in silence, except for the music of the birds chirping and the trees rustling outside. Wylan smeared strokes of Blue's and Grey's and then a ship appeared on his canvas, The Wraith in all her glory.
He watched Kaz sometimes, who had apparently gotten the hang of it. He looked so out of place yet at home. Kaz Brekker painting with Wylan in his room, surrounded by art supplies, Wylan would never forget this day.
Jesper had knocked on the door a bell ago but Kaz had refused to let him inside and Wylan left to greet him with a kiss
"Wylan Van Sunshine have you dumped me for Kaz?" Wylan slapped his arm "Of course not, we're just painting and Kaz, well doesn't want to be disturbed" "Ghezen's sake Kaz is painting?" "Yes, with me" "what did you do to him Wylan?" "Shut up, we'll be done in a while. Will you please wait for us in the dining room?" Wylan made puppy eyes and Jesper responded by kissing him briefly before he disappeared and Wylan was back to his canvas. It took him some time more to finish adding the details to The Wraith. Kaz was done before him and was watching him as usual which made Wylan nervous.
"you know Kaz? You make me nervous by staring like that while I paint?" "It's amusing to see the experts at work"
Wylan blushed again as Kaz cleaned up his desk and Wylan followed. Their paintings were put on the Easel to dry. Kaz's was an abstract things but it was beautiful nonetheless, a clash of blues and beige's and whites. It looked just like the sea. Wylan smiled as he put the canvases to dry.
Jesper was waiting for them in the dining room for lunch as they sat down. He was grinning at both of them.
"So Kaz, did you have fun painting? Wylan's face suggests you did" "Don't push it Jes" "Hah! That's means you did! I wi have to tell Inej that Kaz Brekker has found a new pasttime with Wylan Van Sunshine!"
Kaz threatened him with a knife but Jesper just laughed. They had lovely lunch and Jesper disappeared again to practice with his revolvers.
Kaz was leaving as Wylan handed him his hat again. Wylan saw the shirt peeking from under Kaz's coat but said nothing.
"See you Kaz" "I want to paint again Wy" "Really?" "yes really" "okay, whenever you want"
Kaz gave him a small smile again as he waved Wylan goodbye and left for the Slat again. He didn't forget to take the gift Wylan had made for him.
The next day when Wylan went to his office regarding work about the Council, he saw all six of the canvases promptly put on the mantle, besides one of his own paintings.
"They look good" was all Kaz said. Wylan's day was made.
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Could I request a scenario for ATEEZ jongho
(But also including other ATEEZ members)
Where y/k begins to catch feelings for jongho and the rest of the group members know about it, and tease them about it. (Can it also be a mutual romantic love as well)
And a plot where they go to a carnival and jongho is playing all the games to try and impress y/k 😂 (and then the members try to get them alone so they can confess their feelings for each other) (Male reader X Member) if you can please)
Sure. That's such a cute request. Honestly this is one of the best and cutest requests I've recieved. Here u go. Hope u enjoy it.
Warnings:- it's gonna be hella long, otherwise nothing.
Genre:- fluff and probably comedy?
Pairing:- Male Reader X Ateez Jongho
PART 1
[ The First Meeting ]
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(That smile)
Author POV:-
It was 11pm already and you were still at your regular night cafe that was near the KQ Entertainment building.
You were finishing up with your school project on the history of Spain.
ATEEZ was having a night practice that day and thought of getting a drink to refresh before going to their dorms to sleep.
They entered the cafe which caused the bell hanged on the door to ring, that just in a way broke ur focus, cause u were stressed from it. It caused you to groan in frustration.
That groan caught boys attention. They were like what this kid is doing here at this hour. They felt that u were kinda tiny and cute and they compared you to yeosang earning a shy and embarrassed laugh from him.
They pointed u out to Jongho and man, he was mesmerized by that beauty of urs. U had a hairstyle similar to that StrayKids Hyunjin had in the My Pace era.
Jongho POV:-
Once I saw him, I wondered that if there was anyone else cuter and handsome that he is. Him wearing a white oversized hoodie with a black skinny jeans gave me kinda cute feels specially when I noticed his hand while he took a sip of his coffee. The sweater paws he got. I felt soft for him.
Hongjoong hyung got me out of my dreams.
HJ:- "jongho? Jongho? Jongho-ya?"
JH:- "huh? What is it hyung?"
SH:- "You were staring at him for quite a while. You sure, that you haven't fallen in love with him?" Seonghwa said teasingly.
JH:- "Naah!!!! He just looks kinda looks like Yeosang hyung. He looks tiny and cute." This earned him a playful punch from the older.
End of Jongho POV.
Y/n POV:-
I just looked up from my laptop to the 8 boys staring at me. But one of them caught my attention. I immediately realised that he's jongho with the rest of the ATEEZ members.
I didn't approach them, just to appreciate their personal space. But I saw Jongho hyung staring at me. I looked at him too and we made an eye contact which was broken by Hongjoong hyung. I felt the heat creeping up to my face. I cleared my throat and started typing on my laptop again. Within 10 mins I was done with the project and excitedly and absent-mindedly I yelled "FINALLY DONE." Then I realised that I wasn't at my dorm and saw the 8 boys giggling at me. The barista came and told me that they were asking if I could go over to their table for a moment.
I agreed. Like who will deny ATEEZ. I packed up and hung my bagpack over my one shoulder and went to their table. They gave me a note which seemed more of a letter to the KQ staff.
I looked at them confused. They asked me if I could come and meet them at their practice room the next day.
"staff won't let me in with this note, cause they will think that it's fake even if u have signed it and have written your phone number on it." I said.
SH:- "Smart. I told them the same thing."
YS:- "You can call the number above and then the staff will let u in. But for that we need to know ur name."
Y/n:- "Ohh yeah. I'm y/n. Y/n y/s/n." Plus how can I belive that you guys are not joking or playing around with me?"
MG:- "This number is one of the members. If u don't trust us, then dial the number and check for yourself."
I dialed the number. It rang and I saw Yunho holding up his phone to show the caller ID.
YH:- "Is this yours?" I nodded.
WY:- "Call us when u are near our company building. We'll tell the staff to let u in."
Y/n:- "Fine. So, if you guys don't mind can I take my leave? I have a morning class tomorrow."
HJ:- "But don't forget to come sweetie. We'll be waiting for you." I blushed at his words and heard everybody mumble "cute."
End of y/n POV.
The next day
Authour's POV:-
You were finally done with your classes and it was almost lunch time. You then suddenly remembered that you had to go to KQ to meet the boys. You had saved Yunho's number.
You dialed his number but he didn't pick up. U just sighed and started to exit the class while ur phone started vibrating, Yunho's caller ID on display. You picked it up and heard his breathless voice.
Y/n:- "Are you guys practicing?"
YH:- "Hmm.... Why did you ask? You wanna come over?"
Y/n:- "I was thinking of doing so, but seems like you all are busy, so maybe some other time."
YH:- "No. It's alright. You come over. It won't be any issue we are going to be done soon anyways."
Y/n:- "Fine then. I'm coming over."
YH:- "see you at the practice room. You can ask the staff where the ATEEZ practice room is. They'll guide u, or u want me to pick u up from the entrance?"
Y/n:- "no it's alright. I'll come on my own. No need to pick me up. I'll be there soon."
YH:- "okayyss. Bye."
At the ATEEZ practice room
Author's POV:-
YH:- "Guys!!!! Y/n is coming over."
HJ:- "Don't be kidding. He said he had morning classes today."
WY:- "Hyung it's already noon."
HJ:- "okay."
San:- "But...where's Jongho?"
MG:- "There he is. Where did u go kiddo?"
JH:- "Dorms. I don't wanna smell like shit when he comes over."
YH:- "U alright? I've never seen u doing this. U literally never give a shit about how u smell around others."
Jongho blushed and said "I don't know." Making members laugh.
End of author's POV.
Y/n POV:-
I arrived at the company building and the staff stopped me and asked for my ID. I dialed Yunho's number and then the staff let me in. I asked the other staffs for the way to the ATEEZ practice room and bumped into one of their fellaz yechan. He dropped me off to the practice room.
I knocked on the door and heard a lot of tired "come in". Once I entered the room I could smell sweat but there was this one scent that was coming from somewhere.
I unconsciously went towards that smell and found myself standing right in front of Jongho.
End of y/n POV.
Jongho POV:-
I saw y/n coming in and my heart started racing faster than those racing cars. I noticed him coming directly towards me and then he just stood there and then I heard him say, "u smell nice."
Once he said that, he covered his face in embarrassment and blushed making me soft for him. I just started taking steps towards him and he started backing but then bumped against the wall.
I trapped him between my arms and leaned down to his ear and said "just for you."
End of Jongho POV.
Author's POV:-
Jongho's and y/n's happy moment was disturbed by the coughs of the members.
MG:- "Ewww.... We are still here."
SH:- "U remember hon? I did the same to you before we started dating."
HJ blushed hard at his words and punched his arm timidly.
HJ:- "Nice way of flirting Jongho."
Then this turned into a teasing match and everyone's love life was revealed one by one.
I thought of doing this in 2 parts. Part 2 will be out soon. Stay tuned for that.
For now get urself a cup of coffee and enjoy this with some good songs.
Gifs are not mine. Credits to their original owners.
Hope u liked the 1st part.
Peace ✌️✌️
Admin K
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milliethekitty27-writing · 4 years ago
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Hutt River
Wy would be the first to admit that she’d never been very fond of Hutt River, and that was for the simple reason that he was a complete and total prat who pranced around in a cape all day because someone found a loophole. He was always unbearably smug about the fact that he’d been recognized in some form while she was just an artist in a neighborhood or whatever he claimed. He annoyed her to bits and she didn’t like him.
That didn’t mean she wanted him to die. 
But here she was, sitting next to Australia and Hutt River. They’d gone to the beach after receiving the news that he was going to be sold. Australia, as Jett, was very upset. Hutt River meant nothing to Australia, except as a tourist destination, but to Jett it meant a great deal. They were sitting on rocks just outside of Sydney, their feet in the water, and Hutt River was still wearing his stupid cape. New Zealand couldn’t get there in time, but he’d face timed with them earlier. New Zealand as a nation didn’t care, but New Zealand as Toby cared a great deal. He sounded like he’d been crying when they answered it, and he’d burst into tears as he ended the call. 
“It’s a shame, really.” Hutt River said conversationally. Wy glanced at him. “I was looking forwards to the next matches.”
“Well, your team wasn’t going to win anyway.” Australia said with forced cheer. “So you won’t be missing much.”
“No one said your team would win.” Wy scowled a little. 
“Of course they will. They always win.” He ruffled her hair and she squawked. Hutt River laughed. 
They got dinner at a pub in the capital, just to talk. The sale would be finished tomorrow and Hutt River would die. Wy focused on her burger. 
Australia’s house was just outside Sydney, about fifteen minutes from the highway. There were birds everywhere, even some roos, but Wy didn’t notice them today. They went inside and shucked off their shoes, answered a call from England who talked briefly to them, but Wy wasn’t really listening. 
She’d known Hutt River since she was established in 2004. She’d hated him since the moment she saw him. He was loud and arrogant and he was always boasting. His cape always managed to flutter in the wind even when there was no wind. 
On the other hand, he’d always been there. He’d made fun of her and stuff, but it really was no different than Australia or New Zealand or England. Well, it was a little different, but the idea was the same. 
Now he was going to die. 
Wy pushed the covers off of her, wood floor cold against her bare feet, and pattered into Hutt River’s room. He was looking out the window at the bird feeders in Australis’ yard, but he glanced at her. His smile was smaller than normal. They looked at each other, then Wy joined him. She pushed him a little so she could wedge herself between the arm of the chair and him. It wasn’t very comfortable, but for now Hutt River was warm and very much alive and she decided to take that chance while she could get it.
“Aw, are you going to miss me?” Hutt River teased quietly.
“Miss a stupid stuffy prat like you? Get lost.” Wy bit back instinctively. Hutt River chuckled. They fell silent again. There were possums all over the feeders now, long stupid tails dangling over the edge and they’re too fuzzy. Wy looked at them, but she hated them.
She fell asleep eventually, but when she woke up both she and Hutt River were in his bed. He was still asleep, she knew he was because he’s terrible at pretending like he does at Christmas and oh god she hadn’t realized that it would be his last Christmas. Did that mean she wouldn’t have thrown a muffin at him? No, she still would’ve done that. Maybe she would’ve taken him up on that offer to go to the beach. 
Hutt River is going to die today. She realized. It hit her very hard and she started to cry. She did it as quietly as she could. If he woke up it meant that the day has started. If the day’s started then he’s going to be sold and gotten rid of and 
Hutt River woke up despite her best efforts. He was petting her head.
“I’m not a dog!” she snapped around her tears. He didn’t laugh. Instead he hugged her very tightly and she realized that he’s scared too.
Australia came in after the sun’s up. They were watching Avatar on Hutt River’s I-Pad. Uncle Iroh didn’t make Wy feel better. 
They had waffles and bacon and Hutt River’s favorite things for breakfast. Then they headed into Sydney, up to the building where they were deciding Hutt River’s fate and might decide Wy’s one day too. Australia looked at both of them, eyes dark and lined. Everyone’s so tired of Covid, but they never thought that it would result in the death of one of their own, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. Wy held very tightly to Hutt River’s hand. He patted her head absently. Australis looked back at them again as he opened the door. 
“Ready?” Hutt River straightened. He adjusted his hat, then flicked his cape. 
“I am.”
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Thank you for reading!
Ahhhh I shouldn’t be this sad about a micronation being sold but I am. God damn it Hetalia, I didn’t want to be attached to literal government systems and countries. This is ridiculous but I am STILL SAD OVER IT. Do I actually know if they’re dissolving it? No. They’re just selling it. But the potential for losing a freakin anime character tugs at my heart strings. 
(Potentially) RIP Hutt River, 1970-2020. You had a solid 50 years. 
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stiricidewrites · 2 months ago
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The Damage You Do: ch 29, pt 8
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“Book then? Or, I mean… you don’t have to read! I’m not gonna force you or anything, but—” wwx cut off when lwj pressed fingers to his lips.
“I will read. Will you go get my book for me, wy?”
His sub practically vibrated with his task, listening intently as he described in minute detail where it was located in his bedroom. It wouldn’t be difficult to find, but wwx had been so cute, blinking up at him in expectation. He would do well with pet play, lwj thought. He would enjoy being told what to do, being given treats and pets. His sub would especially enjoy being told he was a good boy.
wwx popped up with enthusiasm and scurried off to lwj’s bedroom, his ass bouncing as he moved. lwj watched as he went, making a note to tie his sub up sometime and bury his face between those cheeks. Possibly all day. His coffee table was the perfect height for leaving subs kneeling over it. He could go about his day, occasionally returning to eat his sub out, forcing him to orgasm on his tongue alone before fucking him full of cum and going back to his tasks for the day. He’d return, lick his cum from his sub’s perfect ass, and do it all over again.
All. Day. Long.
His cock gave a kick at the idea, but even he was rung out by their morning activities, and lwj contented himself to watching for wwx’s return. He appeared at the hallways entrance several long moments later, eyes glued to the back of lwj’s book.
Somehow, he was even more beautiful like this: absently wandering back towards him, naked—and more importantly, comfortable with his nakedness—as he read the back of a book that lwj had been rather enjoying.
“This good?” his sub asked, sliding gracefully back to his knees in front of lwj.
lwj hummed, reaching out to once more brush the naughty strand of his sub’s hair behind his ear. “I have enjoyed it so far.”
“Almost done, too,” wwx noted, flipping to the first page. He looked like he wanted to start reading it, and lwj wondered how often he had the opportunity or energy to read for himself. His sub was intelligent—that much was evident from so much, including the topics he babbled about—but lwj had a feeling he had pushed most of his intellectual needs aside out of necessity and in favour of his child.
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sbh-md · 4 years ago
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It's been awhile, I've missed that smile on your face.
who: stephanie byrne-hill & @wyatt-hill​ where: humboldt hills - the hill residence when: monday afternoon notes: hello darkness my old friend ! 
When a marriage fell apart out of the public eye, no one questioned if someone cheated, if there were financial issues, if someone was kinkier than the other. In private, paperwork was handled and settled away from prying eyes. How lucky that must be. Exactly one month ago Stephanie Byrne-Hill found out that her husband had fathered a child. While she was nowhere to be found in Eureka, news traveled quickly to the remote village where Stephanie was practicing medicine. “Hey doc, you’ve got a letter,” were the words she heard from her contact in the organization before her whole world turned upside down. To be fair, the last time she had been in Eureka was in March, but quickly doing some mental math, Stephanie figured that Wyatt wasted little time mourning her departure. There was no blame associated with the emotions coursing through her veins. Steph had left, Steph had refused contact, Steph hadn’t been there to comfort the one person she adored with every fault. 
It wasn’t anger that festered in her heart as she made travel plans back to Eureka, it was the utter disappointment. How many times had she told Wyatt to let her nip the travel bug in the butt before they had kids, let her go to remote places and help people before she let her body go to waste in motherhood. All of those times were clearly thrown out the window as he hopped on the nearest train to fatherhood. Previously, Steph could lie to herself and say that someday they would have children, while in reality, she knew that that wasn’t the life she imagined for herself. The life that she wanted was travelling the world with her best friend and husband, trying new things, living a million lives in one. Of all the times she dreamed of holding his hand while walking up mountaintops, she never imagined he’d be carrying someone else’s child. 
Stephanie knew she couldn’t ask Wyatt to wait like that, but a part of her wished he would have. 
Having been home for a few days, Stephanie was running out of laundry. The deepest parts of her knew that Wyatt would be home, in their home. There was no excitement in her as she drove her Volkswagon the familiar route from her family’s home in Old Town, the muscle memory screaming at the chance to recreate other motions that she dared not think about at that point. What in the hell did you say to someone you loved, but hadn’t seen in nearly a year? To someone you made vows to, but found them too hard to follow? As she pulled into the driveway and put her car into park, her breaths were as unsteady as the crashing ocean ways in a storm. It took nearly everything in her to get out of the car and walk to the front door. Did she knock? Did she use her key? Did she even deserve to have a key anymore?
Stephanie knew that the moment she stepped out of her car, the neighbors would be sending texts and pictures to other neighbors. “The absent wife returns!!!” Her nose curled at the thought of being mocked for living her life, for doing what she thought she needed in order to stay sane. Raising her knuckles to the door, a deep inhale steadied her hands. The sound was foreign to her, almost like she had really been gone all this time. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Steph could feel her heart banging against her ribcage. As the door opened, she thought for a moment she was going to vomit. Looking up at the man she so deeply adored through all of the pain and stupidity, Stephanie felt like she was an inch tall. 
“Hey Wy. Can I come in?”
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radramblog · 4 years ago
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Linkin Park Retrospective Pt. 2
Aight let’s get into it.
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Minutes to Midnight
The third album, and what many would call Linkin Park’s turning point. When this came out in 2007, nu-metal was mostly dead, and the band was growing up, so like most other people they left a lot of it behind in favour of a more diverse set of tracks.
This was a controversial move.
Minutes to Midnight was probably my least favourite of the studio albums (until No More Light, but we’ll get there), but I guess I’m far from alone in that. The album suffers greatly from not using the signature call-and-response vocals between Chester and Mike that got the band famous- the only song on the list that has both sharing the lead is Bleed it Out, which is probably the best track on the album. Ironically, despite the name and lyrics, it’s probably the least edgy of the harder songs there- it’s literally about struggling with writing lyrics- but its not like it isn’t emotional, as Chester as usual has a screamy bridge to work with. I think adding the claps and backing vocals, like it’s being played at a bar, was a ballsy move.
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Surprisingly, there are a lot fewer tracks on this album that come even remotely close to metal than I remember. Like, it’s pretty much just Given Up and No More Sorrow, if you don’t count What I’ve Done. And I don’t count What I’ve Done, it sucks. What I’ve Done was literally written to be a single for the album, even they didn’t like making that shit, and it’s just so utterly overrated. While I can’t comment as such on the movies that they’re attached to, New Divide (which isn’t on an album) is basically just What I’ve Done but actually good. Back to MtM though- Given Up introduces us to something somewhat surprising- Minutes was actually the first album to have a parental advisory sticker, and Given Up is probably half of why what with the multiple F-bombs (Bleed it Out is the other half). No More Sorrow is probably the better of the pair, with a more interesting chorus in my opinion, and while the bridges of the two songs are similar enough that I confused them while writing this, I think NMS’s sludgier tones gives it the edge, though Given Up does have that 17-odd second scream which is pretty hella.
The rest of the album, on the other hand, is a mix of softer tracks, which vary wildly in quality. In my opinion, Leave Out All The Rest, Shadow of the Day, and Valentine’s Day haven’t really aged well, and honestly listening to Chester being a sadboi isn’t really something I’m down for considering semi-recent events. (Valentine’s Day is actually edgier than it seems, it’s about a funeral not a breakup. This does not make it a better song.) On the other hand, Hands Held High is really unique among the band’s discography, being a protest march/hymn with pretty sparse instrumentation under Mike’s frustrated rhyming that shouldn’t ring as true today as it did in ’07. It took me way too long to realize the backing vocals were going Amen in those little bits.
On a less somber note, I do think the album’s last 3 tracks do work fairly well. In Between gets carried pretty hard by that little riff, but the bridge really gets to me. In Pieces is a nice little bit where disconnected elements of percussion and vocals (and later get some guits) slowly build and come together before a fun little solo and the last minute actually sounding like a Linkin Park song. Some would argue I’m being unfair separating this from Shadow of the Day etc, but that last bit does save it for me. And The Little Things Give You Away is just a really chill, very gradual build which is just a great style for songs to be in.
Minutes to Midnight is still far far from my favourite LP album, and the contemporary complaint that it didn’t sound like a Linkin Park album is valid, but the band was moving away from its roots regardless. MtM is like a stepping point, a stumble maybe, for the more experimental work to come.
 A Thousand Suns
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Reanimation
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Yeahhhh I wanna give more time to A Thousand Suns. It’s my favourite album, which is a controversial pick, so I think it deserves space to breathe. So instead, we’re gonna talk about Reanimation now.
(oh fuck I have to talk about people rapping? shiet)
Released in 2002, between Hybrid Theory and Meteora, Reanimation is an album of remixes of all the tracks from Hybrid Theory, as well as some of the B-sides from that era, done by a bunch of DJs I’ve never heard of and featuring rappers I also have never heard of. I’d argue its almost painfully early 2000s, and I mean that in the most loving way possible.
The quality of the tracks on Reanimation varies pretty wildly, which makes sense considering they’re all done by different people. On the one hand, you’ve got stuff like Frgt/10 (that’s Forgotten by the way, yes they’re all like that) where the instrumentation is kind of utterly awful but the guest verse (and Mike’s new one) are pretty decent, but on the other hand you have stuff like P5hng Me A*wy, one of the few where the remix was done my Mike himself, which I actually like a fair bit more than the original. I think H! Vltg3 is easily the best of the 3 or so versions of High Voltage, and I’ve definitely tried to memorise its bars before.
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I suppose not mentioning Enth E Nd would be criminal of me. I think it’s a lot like Frgt/10, though rather than having awful instrumentation its just…different. It fits the tone of this version of the song better, for sure, but it does feel weird to have the original chorus just sitting on it feels really weird, and the random stuttering on it doesn’t help at all. Unlike with the original In the End, the effects on the vocals don’t feel as deliberate, or as meaningful (if that makes sense). Again, though, I really like the added verse from Mike, even if Motion Man’s doesn’t do a lot for me.
Mike and the guest DJs aren’t the only ones with remixes in the game, as both Wth>You and Kyur4 Th Ich (unsurprisingly) are by mister haaaaaaaaaaaahn himself. The former is actually pretty similar to the original, outside of the different instrumentation in the verses, guest bars, and that little piano line running through its latter half which I do admittedly like. Kyur4 Th Ich is just so incredibly extra compared to the original, mixing in some of the vocals from the (pointedly absent from this album) Step Up. Where Cure for the Itch is Mr. Hahn showing off, Kyur4 Th Ich is him just kinda fucking around, and I can appreciate that.
Reanimation tries to save the best for last, in the form of Krwlng. Krwlng has been built up to, with both the Opening and Ntr/mssion being samples of its strings line (hey looks strings in a rock song my favourite), and itself being a slow build of strings with lyrics faded into the background until a minute and a half in when the rhythm from the original kicks in, but it’s still loose and low-energy, guest vocalist Aaron Lewis giving a much more restrained performance (not that that’s hard on a Crawling remix),. It isn’t until the 4 and a half minute mark when the song has a similar energy to the original, but it feels earned, and the result is arguably a much more satisfying one.
Unfortunately, I’ll probably never be able to take Krwlng seriously, because of a particular stage magician show I went to, the performer’s name redacted for spoilers I guess but mostly I don’t remember it. One of the big ones, as far as you can have those in that industry, I guess. Either way he was using Krwling to build up to the climax of the show, with the Opening and Ntr/mssion bits being hype for the big bit where he flies or some shit, but the second I recognized those strings I practically cracked up then and there in the audience. It was hard to take this bloke’s aura of mystique seriously anymore because I knew that he was probably just as much of a Linkin Park nerd as I am, and he’s getting away with it on the big stage. Kudos to him to be honest.
Next time: A Thousand Suns. 
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magicrested-a · 5 years ago
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MUSE INFORMATION
BEFORE INTERACTION
Please note that my portrayal of Wyatt relies heavily on meta’s and headcanons with inspiration from other shows. While there is a lot of fanon interpretation being adapted as canon for Wyatt. Please understand that I do not follow those interpretations of Wyatt as I don’t agree with them. I also don’t include the comics into my portrayal or any of the content from the reboot. The only fan-fiction and commercialised content I have included into Wyatt’s backstory is the charmed book ‘ changeling places ’. Wyatt doesn’t know about his other future or travelling back into the past either times. 
please make sure to read my rules !
SUMMARY
Born on a day where no magic existed in the world. Wyatt Matthew Halliwell is the first born son of Piper Halliwell, a witch, and Leo Wyatt her guardian angel. Half witch, half angel he is the prophesied Twice Blessed Child destined to save the world...or destroy it. Forever stuck in between sides, he’s raised good but the world, pain, twists him into the future of all evil. It’s his destiny, the cosmic design trying to right the power vacuum of good. But when his brother breaks all laws of time and magic, just to go back and save him. Wyatt becomes the paragon of good they all hoped he’d be. But it’s never concrete, no matter how hard everyone tries ─ they can’t hide him from his destiny.
THE BASICS 
name:  Wyatt Matthew Halliwell nicknames: Wy, Wy-wy, Blondie, Mattie, Moonbeam, Abomination star sign:  Aquarius  age/dob:  25, 2nd February 2003 fc/s: Luke Mitchell (main), Logan Shroyer (teen), Levi Miller (child) gender / pronouns:  Cis Male, He/Him species:  Half Witch, Half Angel Hybrid powers:  Linked HERE height:  6’3”
hair/eye colour:  Sandy Blonde, Brown place of residence: San Francisco, California occupation: General/Paediatric Nurse & Bartender  mental illnesses:  ADHD, PTSD, Anger Management Issues, (IED & Severe PTSD in the UF)  scars/markings:  vampire bite mark on his right wrist, large cut over his ribs, puncture wounds in his left leg, birthmark on his right elbow weaknesses: darklighters/darklighter arrows, vampires, fear, his temper, knives, guns, athames/Gideons cursed athame, self-control, his family. skills: advanced combat, training in karate, jiu jitsu, muay thai, taekwondo & boxing, moderate lockpicking, extensive knowledge in medicine/health, magical creatures & the underworld, business.
positive traits: charming, positive, patient, brave, friendly, caring, determined, hard worker, family orientated, optimistic, resourceful, easy-going, open, wise, funny, powerful, energetic, understanding, selfless.  negative traits: hot headed, self-righteous, impulsive, absent-minded, unpredictable, can be irresponsible and bitter occasionally, obsessive, rebellious/defiant, vengeful, self-sacrificing, over-protective.
mannerisms: puts hands in pockets almost all the time, rubs the back of his neck when uncertain or worried, paces when something’s on his mind, taps his feet and fingers when bored or impatient (can also be because of his ADHD), leans on doorways, tables and walls, is totally still and quiet when something’s really wrong or if he’s lost in thought. More tba.
alignment: Chaotic Good (Chaotic Evil in Unchanged/Evil Future).
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