#yushi drabbles

[00127am]

tokuno yushi & gn! reader about an eventual, albeit reluctant, confession, embarrassingly head-over-heels yushi word count 1K words

AUGUST 13 83 degrees 📀 my heart by western kite

"you look pretty,"

the chatter of passing people from beneath your open window nearly consumes each syllable of his compliment, tone much too soft to be deciphered through the hustle and bustle of the city. a noise partnered with the all too familiar serenade of cicadas and the steady stop and go of traffic. the life all around you so loud that yushi, in all his gentle and tender words, is almost forgotten. washed away with the sudden strike of high tide, only to be resurrected by the lull in the surf and your significantly fine tuned hearing.

"yeah?" a question poised in the undertaking of an action as you pull your shirt from over your head, collar getting stuck on the angle of your chin. a problem solved as quickly as it had arisen with one harsh tug until the article of clothing is tossed absentmindedly onto the bed behind you.

he swallows softly, eyelashes fawning against his cheeks as his head tilts upon his shoulder. catlike eyes follow the curves of your naked spine, tracing over every muscle, every beauty mark, every imperfection and division. his answer is one made without thought, an immediate response that even he finds to be said much too instantaneously. "yeah,"

"thank you," you unbutton your jeans, shaking them off the bone of your hips with a few light steps and a yank at your beltloops. balancing on one foot as you slide them down your legs, kicking them off with a rightward snap of your ankle.

"have i ever told you that?"

you crouch down to one of your wardrobe drawers, sliding it open in a single, fluid motion. tongue caught in between your teeth as you sift through the clothing, fingertips slipping over the folded fabric once, twice, then three times over until you've successfully found the bottoms you've been searching for. "that i'm pretty?"

he nods, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you stand to your full height. a motion undertaken with little thought, one that he realizes you did not catch with the continued silence on your part. so instead, he offers you a hum of affirmation. one which stands out from the noise of your backdrop, a sound much too sweet too blend into anything else.

you pause, thinking for a moment before tugging on your pants. brows furrowed and nose scrunched as you button them, slender fingers dropping to the zipper. despite the thorough mundanity of the action, your red-haired counterpart gazes upon you as if you were dancing a pirouette la seconde. though, he supposes that he would watch paint dry if you were the one who had put it there. "i'm not sure,"

"well i do," he says, lips parted and tongue caught gently between them, expression tensed as if it were a matter of life or death, "think you're pretty, i mean,"

you laugh, eyes flicking upwards to meet his gaze. eyelashes upon eyebrows, the upwards curve of your lips obscured by the angle of your chin. your inflection is genuine, earnest. "so are you,"

despite the warmth which spreads throughout his chest at the register of your reply, your words are anything but. they're cool. refreshing and short-lived, like a breeze in the unrelenting gaze of the summer sun. one he wished would lay upon his skin for even a second longer, yearning for the chill which lays upon his spine and the sigh of relief which escapes his tongue.

swallowed in the heatwave of june, you're the only one who could make yushi freeze. and perhaps that's why his next words slip off his tongue with such ease, such an unconsciousness that he barely registers that he was the one who said them.

"i was in love with you last year,"

if you were at all startled by the sudden admission, you didn't show it. instead busying yourself with adorning your top chosen just a few moments prior. you're focused on straightening your shirt, attention unfocused on the boy in front of you. and for once, yushi's glad to not hold every ounce of your consideration. for if he did, if he was met by your gaze (the one which makes his heart drop to his knees) then he's positive he might explode.

your tone is nonchalant, an underlying hint of amusement evident in the ending intonation of your vowels. "really? did my failing grade in economics charm you?"

he shrugs, attempting to keep his tone every bit as casual as yours (it doesn't work, in fact, he sounds too much like a schoolboy with a crush for his replies to be considered anything but lovesick). "a bit,"

"glad it did something," you laugh, finally picking up your head to meet his gaze. a movement which encourages the sudden flight of a million and one butterflies, battering and banging against the walls of his stomach and sending his cheeks burning a shade of red most akin to his hair. "but now?"

yushi clears his throat, a last ditch effort for any sliver of composure (one which reaps no rewards). "what about now?"

arching your brow, you shoot him a incredulous look. as if what you were referring too was all but obvious (it was, but he's trying so desperately hard to wear an aloof facade despite the feeling of it unraveling with each and every glance in your direction). "you said last year. was in love. past tense,"

your words are spoken with a hint of haughtiness, a puffed up pride which sits upon your head like a golden crown. as if you had just gotten him to admit something you already knew and won the cat-and-mouse game which the two of you have been rattling between for the last year and a half. something that for all intents and purposes, you had. a trend which he was all but reluctant to continue. an unwillingness that lasts for just a fraction of a second. he huffs, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms in a show of faux annoyance. "i'm not giving you the satisfaction of using present tense,"

"but you would use it?"

"yeah," like the initial confession, the answer comes easy. slipping down from upon the tip of his tongue as smooth as honey. pooling in the roar of your heartbeat and resting upon the crimson blush of his cheeks. yushi's words are spoken with such an ease, such a natural lilt as if they are the only things in the world which he was ever meant to attest. "i would,"

🧾 © 00127AM 2024

[markiemelon]

can i pls request some texts of wishies confessing their feelings to reader 🫶🫶💞

I loveeee this request! I hope you like how it turned outttt

🫧 nct wish confessing their feelings 🫧

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[imafraidoftomorrow]

Imagine Pei Ming finally coming to accept that he has a big huge fat crush on Yushi Huang, only to discover that the Rain Master is a lesbian.

Imagine, then, the dazzling General Ming Guang, the notorious Lady's Man™️ and infamous womanizer, determinedly going to his best friend and fellow tumor Ling Wen, asking her to please teach him how to use his spiritual power to change genders. Ling Wen stares up at him stone-faced and deadpan from her desk, one eyebrow twitching, and asks, "Come again?"

Cut to a scene of Yushi Huang and a very pretty femme General Ming Guang riding on the back of her ox through a wheat field at dusk, with Pei Ming sitting behind her, arms wrapped around Rain Master's waist and chin resting on her shoulder, smiling and dreamy-eyed and contented, affections never straying again.

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[fortune-maiden]

Pei Ming Week Day 4: Sacrifice

Today I give you 3 drabbles because I went from having no ideas to multiple ideas! xD

Huge thank you to @kefis for the prompts @ococor for cheerleading <3

The first two are sort of related, the last one is not

I.

“I still say we should be helping Xianle,” Pei Ming grumbles. “This is disgraceful.” “Yong’an is the practical choice,” Rong Guang replies. “Xianle’s fall is a given. May as well farm goodwill with the future king.” Xianle has their prince, Pei Ming wants to retort, but the words taste like bile. Once again, his mind is dragged to Yushi, to the beloved queen that won her kingdom a scant few months. Already they don’t speak of her. Is Xianle’s god-pleasing prince doomed to the same fate? Rong Guang pats his shoulder. “There’s nothing praiseworthy about self-sacrifice. You should remember that.”

II.

“For his Highness,” the scrawny excuse of a soldier mutters as he swings his splintered practice sword. So young, head wrapped in bandages, a sword slipping from his grip, and still ready to sacrifice everything for some prince. There are many things Pei Ming wants to say to him. Dozens of scoldings, criticisms of his priorities – “Hey,” he called out despite himself. “Your sword grip is wrong.” Pei Ming gives some pointers and leaves, saluting the soldier in his heart. He doesn’t know why he’s bothering. This child won’t survive the battlefield anyway. His prince will never know his sacrifice.

III.

“How could you do this?” Pei Ming shouts. “This is your future – your divinity! How could you just throw it all away? And for a girl!” Pei Xiu forehead smacks against the ground.  “I have no regrets, General,” he pleads, voice quivering with emotion unfelt in two hundred years. “She sacrificed everything for my ambitions. She never deserved her fate. Even if I’m to be a disappointment in your eyes, this path for her freedom is a small price – please understand.” Pei Ming does not understand. Despite being heralded as the God of Love, he’s not much of a romantic.

[lalisaswritings]

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[wispyxjae]

helloo :D i love your sion and riku fic sm AAAAHHHH!! esp the riku one bc i'm in my riku(and yushi) era rn, so when i read your fic i was like YES.

also him needing to hold eye contact in the fic got me like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 bc he has the prettiest eyes and he always looks at people with doe eyes...

LIKE ??? god i am NOT your strongest soldier😔

omg hello!! tysm, i'm glad you enjoyed hehe <3

GRAHHH HIS EYE CONTACT IS SOOO. i love his eyes like he just has the cutest roundest sweetest eyes ever just imagine them looking at u forever and ever he just loves staring at you :((

p.s. stick around for my upcoming yushi drabble!! ik i've talked ab it a bunch but i swear it'll come out eventually </3

[wonyushi]

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[pctaldrunk]

@dreams-of-fate asked   :   things you said under the stars and in the grass Pm & ysh, babyyyy   -    send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

oh fam this isn’t a drabble this is it’s whole own oneshot who a m I??? is this ooc?? very possibly idk why i wrote a oneshot not from my own muse’s perspective but I guess I Too Wanted to Romanticize ysh so HERE WE ARE -

i.

“...I wanted to thank you." The girl looks out of place in her coarse cultivator robes when she catches you alone and unawares outside, taking a breather apart from the festivities - the two of you lit warm yellow by the light seeping from the open doors of the hall and yet softened with the moon at your backs. 

She cannot be a friend of yours - doesn’t look like one of the kind you’re usually interested in - barely on the pretty side of plain, taller and lean and straight-backed, voice too soft, eyes too clear and still, a pond that you don’t believe will ripple - but you know that you recognize her from somewhere. You narrow your eyes, and it takes you a moment to recall. “...Sixteenth Princess?”

She smiles slowly, and in that time you amend your previous judgment - perhaps the plain side of pretty? “Yes. You were very kind to me, General. You didn’t have to be.”

You wave your hand magnanimously. “It was nothing to me.” 

“It meant a lot to me.” She insists, and reaches into her bag. “As a gift of gratitude...”

You have been presented all manner of costly bribes in the past few days - nobles aware of the impending dissolution of peace, who have already banked on the other side. You’re not particularly impressed - if this is the mettle of the Yushi Royalty, the country’s time is up anyway. You pause for a moment, interest piqued - amused and caustic at once, pondering what she might even try to give you. Then - she pulls out a radish, glistening white and adorable and nearly as long as her arm - and thrusts it into your hands with both of hers, as if it was a precious treasure. You stare at the radish as she bows again, bids you farewell and good night with all proper politesse, and turns on her heel.

She’s out of sight by the time the laugh tumbles past your lips, the courtyard silent. You lift your hand to pass your...radish to your attendant. Then you go back in, to wine and music and women, and forget about your present and the girl who had given it to you for the rest of the night.

ii.

She has a garden in a defunct and out of the way plot at the back of Yulong Temple which she de-weeds every day at dusk, when her duties are finished. She grew the radish she’d given you, and grows them because it’s the first crop she learned to care for, and anyway she has an especial liking for turnip cake, the way her mother used to make them, with thin strips of radish encased into translucent, steamed rice flour, dipped into soy sauce and sesame oil with a nice sprinkling of spring onion. You’ve seen her huddled over a little made up stove, flipping the cakes over on a makeshift griddle when the sides turn golden and crispy. She’ll split her cakes with you on those nights, watching the smoke curl into the sky, watching the fireflies buzz around the yard.

Her name is Huang, though no one calls her that.

You don’t call her that either. You have never been one to attend a distance between friends, as unlikely as they may be - and you think you are friends, if her silence on the matter of you flipping over the wall to hide from her more enthusiastically possessive sisters is any indication (why did you decide to try seven or eight at once? One per limb is troublesome enough). “Xiao Huang?”

“...It isn’t that I object to it...but that might be a more suitable name for a dog, General.” She doesn’t exactly frown, though the face she makes, subtle and smooth as it might be, is enough to make you laugh.

“By the same logic, I would be...Xiao Ming? Ah, that’s also a name that’s better suited to a dog. Xiao Huang and Xiao Ming.” Perhaps it’s a childish suggestion, a childish thing to say altogether - but you feel childish, maybe, huddled over a stove with her on the other side, burning your tongue on turnip cake that’s slightly too salty, keeping voices low in case any of her teachers notice her pieces of happiness.   

She doesn’t seem to object to the idea of a name like that, however - only the specific one proposed. You try again, in that case, more seriously. “Huang’er?”

For a moment the flame flickers over her face and you can’t see the expression she makes. That moment stretches, and then you hear her inhale. “...Better.” She nods solemnly, with approval. 

Something about it makes you want to laugh, and something else about it uncovers an infinite sea of sadness. You don’t, of course - but you never call her Sixteenth Princess again.

iii.

“We won’t be friends the next time we see each other, will we?”

You are leaving at dawn. The two of you meet at dusk as always, and as a treat she has dug up a little of all the crops she has grown in the last few weeks, and you’ve brought a rabbit for a stew. 

She isn’t looking at you, her face turned toward the sky, her eyes closed as the last rays of sun bakes the grass an enticing, sandy scent. It’s not really a question that she is asking. Perhaps this is why you are comforted by whatever it is that sits between you -  it too cannot last, and both of you already know it. You are heartless, and she practices dao. You both understand that you are an hourglass turned vertical - emptied eventually, no longer flowing. 

Wars are blood and heat and death. There is no room and no more time for this. In an hour you will go to the banquet they’re hosting in honor of your send off, and tomorrow you will get onto your horse and return to Xuli and tell your king that Yushi is ripe for the taking.

You know she sees more than anyone gives her credit for, and if she knows, there’s no reason to lie. That’s how you have always operated - and so you laugh, and shake your head. “I don’t imagine so.” 

For a moment she only looks at you, her eyes dark and transparent as if they’re a mirror and you can only see the reflection of your soul in them. And then she nods, and closes her eyes again. 

You don’t understand what it means when she smiles, and you don’t understand what it means when she says, softly, “Then, I wish you well, General.” 

iv.

There’s no rain, even though it rains often in Yushi. The day is clear. The sun is the only star in the sky, the earth scorched and dry, yellowing grass bent and swaying too gently around you. The only wetness you feel is the blood on your hands. This is the next time you see her: she’s fading fast, and her pale lips move around her smile. You try to hear.  You hear nothing but the blood roaring in your ears. You hear nothing but wet rattle of her breath, the rasps that loop and echo, over and over, it’s your fault, this is your fault - 

(She wished you well. You are well. She is not. Her blood is cooling on your hands.)

You bring her home.

Ascending the palace steps toward her father and her siblings, the similar faces pale and painted with worry for their own fates - similar and yet every single one of them different -  all you can think of is what you didn’t hear. Of how quietly she had lived, and how quietly she had died. You think of her eyes, ripple-less and clear until the end.

 You wonder if they think of it too. You know they don’t. You know the city will forget, will be bustling again with noise and light and smoke, and only one stove will be extinguished. One garden will be un-weeded.

You wish you can ask her if it’s all worth it.

v.

You spend a thousand years avoiding her. You spend the thousand after that telling her that you looked after her garden for a short while, telling her that you watched out for the shidi she had been worried about even though he seemed to hate you, telling her that you kept tabs on her father until he died. You realize, halfway through, that you tell her how you mourned her, even though she hadn’t been dead, even though she hadn’t needed you to do any of it - and stop abruptly, pressing your lips together until they turn white at the way she gives you a pointed look, almost sly, at the way you’d recounted everything.

Be serious, you want to say, your face heated -  which is something you never thought you would need to say to anyone else.

"...It had been worth it.” She tells you, once, when you’re keeping watch over the fields at night, like it’s a secret. “If I had to choose, I would choose the same way.” You like patrolling the villages with her - after a lifetime of war and centuries of fighting ghouls, it’s nice to be on the lookout only for a runaway boar or two. 

Above you the sky stretches infinitely and stars burn golden and resonant. The wind breathes and the grass flutters, rustles, like a song. She takes your hand and leaps from the low wall you’ve been crouched on into the green embrace. Laces your fingers together. You lie back in the grass together, shoulder to shoulder, palm to palm.

You turn to look at her as she looks into the sky. 

(It feels like a secret only the stars and the grass and you know.) 

[markiemelon]

“your mom hasn’t paid me to date you this month” texts with nct wish please? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

“your mom hasn’t paid me this month” prank on nct wish

telling nct wish that their mom hasn’t paid you to date them for the month to see their reaction.

༚ genre: fluff, crack

༚ pairings: wish x gn!reader

thank you for the requestttt this was so fun to make. I hope you like it LOL

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[markiemelon]

hiii could you pleaseee do a yushi version of the jealous texts also I just wanna say I love your works so muchhh 💗💞

hiii anon thank you so much!!!!!! im so glad you sent this request!

JEALOUS BF TEXTS WITH YUSHI

༚ genre: fluff, crack

༚ pairings: yushi x gn!reader

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[markiemelon]

omg can you write yushi situationship texts? i lovedd your sion version😻

SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS WITH YUSHI

🍈: anon! I’m glad you liked the sion ones! I hope you like this one too!

genre. fluff, crack

pairings. yushi x gn!reader

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[markiemelon]

Can you do nct wish text. When they text you and the reader answered "she is busy". Pretty pleaseee 🙏🏻🙏🏻💕💕

‘she’s busy’ prank on nct wish

doing that trend where you make your bf think you’re with another guy LOL

༚ genre: fluff, crack

༚ pairings: nct wish x fem!reader

thanks SO much for the requestttt I loved this idea LOL I hope it’s what you had in mind!!!

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[markiemelon]

nct wish sending you a selfie

random wish fake texts!

༚ genre: fluff, crack

༚ pairings: wish x gn!reader

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𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓜𝐘 𝓐𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ⸝⸝ T. YUSHI ( 🍥 ;📱 )

𝓼ynopsis. Joining the ranks of Wish Academy’s cupids was Sayu’s ultimate dream for the coming school year. However, vacant 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, and she would soon learn that she was not the only angel eyeing the heart-bow-shooting extracurricular. OR. in which Sayu navigates life as a hopeful-trainee cupid, while avoiding the misconduct that the neighbouring devils of Tartarus Hall were wreaking upon them.

STATUS: ongoing ..

𝓣𝐎 𝓜𝐘 𝓟𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⸝⸝ T. YUSHI ( 📝 )

𝓼ynopsis. Getting into a car accident was not apart of her plans, but neither was awaking centuries into the past in a body identical to hers, yet so different in every way, where she was now a noble princess with.. five husbands? Going from a common schoolgirl with a crippling fear of marriage in modern-day times, to becoming the heir to the throne of ancient Japan — she must navigate married life while repairing all of the damage her current vessel had caused within the Imperial Palace prior to her accident.

STATUS: writing ..

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