#zelo angst

[mewnia]

Did a Tales of Symphonia secret Santa this year!! This is for @laziloo, and they wanted something with Zelos, snow, and angst — so I delivered just that!

I love concepts of characters staring down at their younger selves…

[likes-words-and-shrimp]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving Characters: Lloyd Irving, Colette Brunel, Genis Sage, Raine Sage, Zelos Wilder, Sheena Fujibayashi, Regal Bryant, Presea Combatir, Kratos Aurion, Yuan Ka-Fai, Dirk (Tales of Symphonia), Frank Brunel Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Wingfic, Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining, Self-Acceptance, Happy Ending, POV Multiple, Body Horror, Transformation Words: 36,180 Summary:

Lloyd had never been too fond of his wings. But they were still useful, and convenient when they needed to be. It only made sense to use what he had. Until his wings changed one night, and became permanent, with real feathers attached to bone. And they were heavy.

Looking back on 2023, I think one fic I'm really proud of writing is this one, a multichapter Symphonia fic I was able to complete, with a focus on Lloyd and his wings taking on a different transformation. It's seven chapters of Lloyd and Colette dealing with the painful and difficult changes, but also the rest of the party helping them on this new shift in their journey. If you decide to read it, I hope you enjoy!

Just have some more additional thoughts for this fic under the cut:

Since this year for Colloyd Week was going to be its 5th year running, and it was also Symphonia's 20th anniversary, me and @frayed-symphony wanted to do something a bit more special with the prompts this time. We decided to bring back some prompts from previous weeks while still using a new quote day and the usual free day. (Here's the prompt list with her art which everyone should see) With that in mind, I also wanted to do something a bit different for myself writing-wise, and tell a story over the course of each of the prompts!

The tidbit about mana wings eventually becoming more feathered versions is actually a bit of lore taken from the Kratos novel. Essentially, if an angel uses it for too long, the wings will become a permanent part of the body, the mana solidifying into feathers. That's why we see a lot of angels in Welgaia floating about with feathered wings, and explains why Kratos, Yuan and Mithos don't keep theirs out consistently. And the reason for the title, it's from the Lloyd's Thoughts on Angels skit because I thought it would be fun to make all those angelic issues relevant for this fic.

I really wanted to use this bit of canon lore for Lloyd, and whether it's an effect of his unique Exsphere, or anything else, his wings succumb to the same transformation. But, well, it's more than just the wings changing here.

I also wanted to play more with Lloyd's self-consciousness here and the guilt he probably still carries with him when he failed to notice Colette suffering in time. Lloyd is also the unifying force for the party where he helps inspire and lift them up from each member's own troubles, but I also wanted to see this reversed while Lloyd is going through his own baggage and past traumas. It was also more interesting to write about Lloyd going through physical changes the way Colette did in the game and have that comfort role-reversed.

A lot of this fic was a learning process! The wings in Symphonia are just a favorite aesthetic for me, and learning about how they can change was really intriguing, so much of this fic centered around the Wings prompt. I was also planning on having everyone play a part with the Soulmates prompt, which I felt was fitting for Symphonia's anniversary year. Much of the later half of the story came as it went, like with the focus on Dirk, and the very last chapter that's a few years in the future, where Lloyd has a better handle on who he is now.

Change itself is also something I just wanted to focus on overall; how we change as people, or how our loved ones change over time. And sometimes change is frightening, but it can also be exciting and learning to accept and welcome it can also feel rewarding in the end. I think I wanted to show that in this fic, though how well I succeeded kinda depends on the reading, and maybe I was heavy-handed with the wings metaphor haha.

But also, I just wanted to write a longer cute ship fic of my OTP. That's another reason. :D

Compared to most chaptered fics, this isn't very long, but I like that it's contained enough at just over 36k. I still have other Symphonia WIPs I want to finish, but I'm really proud of completing this one, and a big thank you to those who've read and commented on this fic! Symphonia has always been special to me and I'm glad I could celebrate both the game and my favorite ship this way.

Around the new year, I'll probably make a Symphonic fic recs list for stories I've read this year. If you read this far, hope you'll look forward to it!

[crush3dmary]

20 questions writer meme

I stole this. Feel free to steal it too if you want.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

364,141

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Yugioh DM and Tales of! Mostly Symphonia and formerly Crestoria (rip).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Darling Lagomorph (crestoria) at 155 Weltschmerz (symphonia) at 133 Philosophy of a Knife (ygodm) at 94 Fear's Ascent (crestoria) at 83 Have You Seen Me? (crestoria) at 78

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really struggle with this to be honest, if I get a really long comment or someone saying the fic was really impactful I try to respond but honestly I usually just leave it and reply elsewhere if I know the author unless someone is actually asking something/wants more info about something. This is basically just because I'm busy but also in part due to my old dA fame (bleh) getting me in the bad habit of never replying to anything.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably In the arms of the heretic (ygodm) that fic really means a lot to me though and I think because of the premise it worked.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd have to say Absurdities and Echoes (symphonia) poor Zelos deserves it after everything else I put him through in that series. Sorry about your ring finger.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a couple rude comments but it's basically been curbed ever since I turned off guest comments on my works. You can say it with accountability or not at all. Most recently I got a moralizing comment from someone about Ryou being 16 in Philosophy because of the smut that kind of had implications I didn't like but that's about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I used to write a lot of crestoria smut on my alt account (IYKYK) but I will sometimes include it as a framing device to develop character relationships. There's quite a bit of smut in Philosophy for example because loneliness and isolation are such big themes for Ryou and Bakura, but generally if I post something with smut to my main account it's because it's relevant to the story or develops the character relationships.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have a proper Symphonia/Crestoria crossover in the works that's a continuation of TOC game canon, but I've been at a standstill with my Tales works lately so it's pretty far off from being posted unfortunately. But I hope you guys give a chance once it's up, because the lore is SUPER cool.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A certain someone who knows who they are has either plagiarized or bastardized lines from some of my popular crestoria works but other than that no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet but it would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Charles and I did a collab PITY // PIETY earlier this year and it absolutely slaps! Luisa and I are also working on an art/fic collab right now that I hoe to have posted by the end of the year but we'll see... sometimes life has other plans.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Zelloyd's gotta take the cake for this one sorry fam. When it's been your otp for 15 years nothing can ever top it. But for yugioh it's a tie between thief/tender/angst I like any combo of those three.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I try to finish everything I start, but I've got a couple Tales WIPs that I'm having trouble finding the spark for. It's not that I don't think they'll ever be finished, but it might be a while until they see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I really succeed when it comes to imagery and descriptive prose, plus getting inside characters' heads. I want to make people feel things with my work. I think the reason Philosophy and Darling Lagomorph are some of my best and most popular is because they're an opportunity for me to show off those strengths where I excel most.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

World building. I hate doing infodumps but I really struggle to include lore in ways that don't come off that way. This is a big reason I've never made the dive into original fiction (for now, I'm in the planning stages for my first novel. Stay tuned.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

The only time I've ever done it is when writing Yuna from Crestoria because she includes random french in canon too. I also did a french title for the latest chapter of Philosophy which was kind of fun. I think it's something you can swing if you're prepared to do your research but if not, avoid avoid avoid.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tales of Symphonia. The things I put Zelos through, man. If you think I'm bad now you should have seen me at 14.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

If I had to choose just one probably Philosophy of a Knife, because like I said earlier, I get to combine all of my strengths into something I feel really proud of. I think I picked the perfect time in my "writing career", so to speak, to work on it because I feel like the writing style is very cohesive and it seems to have resonated with a lot of people so far, which makes me very happy. I hope you guys continue to enjoy my work going forward!

[ciryze]

Oblivion - We are all Monsters here

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M ; M/M

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia

Relationships: Raine Sage/Zelos Wilder, Forcystus/Magnius

Characters: Raine Sage, Zelos Wilder, Mithos Yggdrasill, Forcystus (Tales of Symphonia), Magnius (Tales of Symphonia), Kratos Aurion, Remiel (Tales of Symphonia)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Fluff and Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Declining Tethe'alla, sorta - Freeform, AU where Kratos had Lloyd during the ancient war

Language: English Series: ← Previous Work Part 3 of Call of the Betrayed

START HERE: AO3

Prologue:

Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana. A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero’s life was sacrificed in order to take its place.

Grieving over the loss of the hero, the eternal emperor took the remains of fertile earth from the very roots of the withered tree and formed the Chosen One, giving this edict: ��You shall fill the land with life instead and rule in my absence. Send your sons to find me and let them become the hero, or this land shall face its eternal end.”

The Chosen One, princess of the hearts of mankind, sent her beloved children towards the tower that reached up unto the heavens. And that marked the beginning of the regeneration of the world.

Illustrations Chapter 1:

The world Map (Tethe'alla):

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seabriar, paper, thornbark!

witch hat atelier oc ask meme

paper: brief introduction! name, age, gender, inspiration, etc.

my wha oc’s name is ZELOS, a name which i stole from tales of symphonia, a game i have never played but one of my best friends loves it lol. his pronouns are he/him and he is somewhere in his late 20s/early 30s. he was actually inspired by one of @antique-romantic’s wha ocs, bc they seduced me with the possibility of Sibling Angst, so zelos is actually jill’s oc soren’s twin!

seabriar: how did they perform in the tests?

he honestly might not have passed if not for his brother. for one thing he’s definitely the less imaginative of the two of them. he’s good at asking the right questions to jog other people’s creative processes, which is the main way he and soren operate as a team and which is what makes him a good teacher as an adult, but he’s much more of a follower than a leader, and on his own his ideas come together very slowly and even a bit clumsily.

and ALSO during the second trial zelos’s myrphon got injured, and soren used forbidden magic to heal it so he could pass the test. foreshadowing of Conflicts to come!!!!

thornbark: what are the practical aspects of their atelier? are there any accessibility features, sleeping arrangements, specialized tools?

this is a great question and one i haven’t really thought about yet! zel’s main focus is weather magic and his watchful eye does a lot of stuff with darkness/night, so they definitely have an observatory. he also has a lot of funky little contraptions for predicting and responding to the weather, like magical spins on like weather vanes and thermometers and stuff like that. his specialty for weather is rooted in a fear of storms, similar to qifrey with water, so he’s dreamt up a lot of ways to keep tabs on it.

[themultiversebundle]

Shipping

Just gonna do this where you can see who's open for shipping.

I'm always open for fluff and angst. Additional ideas and options will be noted(and free to ask for!). I have no interest in rping smut but I'm okay with fading to black and the characters talking dirty to each other.

ZELDA

Link: Open. Ride or Die.

Ganondorf: Open! Maybe toxic?

Zelda: Open. Arranged marriage.

Sheik: Might be open to child crush situation. (he's 11)

Amy: Nope.

Beth: Maybe. Little kid crush.

Joelle: Nope.

Meg: Open. Intimate. Het only.

Zelo: Open.

Gallo: Open.

Armaani: Maybe leaning towards No.

Latona: Open. Maybe toxic/power imbalance?

Molteza: Open. Mixed family??

MEGA MAN

Copy: Open. Toxic. Enmeshed. Romeo and Juliet. Enemies to lovers. Honestly anything tbh.

Metal: No.

Needle: Open.

Gemini: Open. Toxic. Enemies to lovers.

Top: Open.

Napalm: Open.

Crystal: Open. Homo only.

Clown: Open. Toxic.

OCS

Feliks: No.

Jin: Open. Het Only. (although his canon end partner is Lyla)

Lyla: Open. (although canon end partner is Jin)

Enrita: Tentative Open. Business partners. Enemies to lovers. Romeo and Juliet.

SONIC

Ely: Open.

Molly: No.

Kurai: Er. No.

Krisha: No!

Rex: Open.

Knuckles: Tentative Open.

Shadow: Tentative Open.

Harbinger: Uhhhh idk man. Tentative Open.

CROSSOVER

Copy: Open for everything. Crossovers welcomed.

Kurai: Tentative Open. No robots.

Rock: No.

Shadow Man: No.

[dunkelheitundlicht]

Die Reinheit und Sanftmut, die die Prinzessin ausstrahlte, war schon fast zu viel für Rune. Es war, als blendete ihr bloßes Antlitz seinen Blick. Als ihr Blick den seinen streifte, hielt er ihn fest. Rune würde nicht wegschauen, ganz gleich, was die Etikette von ihm verlangte. Dafür waren die zweifarbigen Augen zu faszinierend. Auch seinen Brüdern schien es ähnlich zu gehen. Am Nachthof wurde zwar schon seit Wochen gemunkelt, dass die Prinzessin eine wahre Schönheit war, doch Rune interessierte sich nicht für Gerede hinter vorgehaltener Hand, auch wenn er jedes noch so leise geflüstertes Wort trotz allem vernahm.

Rune schickte den Wind zu Zelos, der ihn einen Schritt nach vorne stolpern ließ. Eine stumme Aufforderung der Prinzessin seinen Arm anzubieten, wie es sich gehörte. Ryker musste ein Lachen unterdrücken, als er sah, wie Zelos für einen Moment die Gesichtszüge entglitten, bevor er sich wieder fing und einen weiteren Schritt auf Sahéra zuschritt. Bereitwillig hakte sie sich bei ihm unter. Ryker schloss sich der kleinen Gruppe an, doch Rune rührte sich nicht von der Stelle. Seine Aufgabe lag darin für die Sicherheit der weiblichen Damen seines Hofes zu garantieren. „Rune, möchtest du sie nicht begleiten?“ eine Aufforderung. Noch bevor er verneinen konnte, traf ihn der Blick seiner Mutter. Tadelnd, beinahe schon enttäuscht.

Also schloss auch er sich seinen Brüdern und Sahéra an, die schon durch die riesigen Holztüren des Saals geschritten waren. Missmutig zog er die Stirn in Falten. Doch vielleicht konnte er diesen Spaziergang auch zu seinen Gunsten nutzen und die schwachbewachten Ecken des Hofes ausfindig machen, falls eine schnelle Flucht von Nöten sein würde. Während Zelos von Sahéra geführt wurde, schloss Ryker zu den beiden auf und bot der Prinzessin ebenfalls seinen Arm an. Es war ein amüsantes, wenn auch ungewohntes Bild, das sich vor ihm auftat: eine strahlende Prinzessin in ihrem goldgelben Kleid zwischen zwei dunkel gekleideten Nachtelfen. Ryker passte vermutlich durch sein braunes Haar und der sonnengeküssten Haut noch am ehesten an den Hof der Sonne. Zelos und er fielen auf, als wären sie geradewegs einem Bilderbuch entsprungen. Einem Bilderbuch der Elfen auf der anderen Seite der Gebirgskette. Einem Bilderbuch über den Schrecken, den ihre Vorfahren über dieses Land gebracht hatten. Dass die Prinzessin so unberührt zwischen ihnen lief und trotz allem das Strahlen und ihr Licht nicht innehielt, beeindruckte ihn insgeheim. Doch wenn sie nicht aufpasste, würden Zelos Schatten ihr Licht bald für sich einnehmen.

Rune folgte dem Gespräch der Drei vor ihm nur mit halbem Ohr, während er sich umsah. „Achtet nicht auf Rune. Er hat Angst vor Fremden“ stichelte Ryker, der einen spitzbübischen Blick über seine Schulter warf und Rune ein Zwinkern schenkte. Rune lediglich drückte den Rücken durch und betrachtete ihn mit kalter, ausdrucksloser Miene, als auch die Prinzessin ihm einen Blick über die Schulter zuwarf. Er würde sich von seinem Bruder nicht aus der Reserve locken lassen. Nicht, wenn Schaulustige ihren Weg kreuzten. Alle Elfen machten einen großen Bogen um sie. Und die, die es doch wagten auf sie zuzukommen knicksten und verbeugten sich vor der Prinzessin, die alles mit einem hoheitsvollen Ausdruck auf ihrem Gesicht über sich ergehen ließ.

Der Nachtprinz fragte sich, wie die Prinzessin es wohl schaffte ungesehen hier rauszukommen. Weit und breit konnte er keine weiteren Tiere erspähen, weswegen er vermutete, dass ein schneeweißer Fuchs hier ebenso sehr auffallen würde, wie er mit seinen nachtschwarzen Haaren. Alle Elfen, die er erblickte, hatten sonnengeküsstes Haar und helle Augen. Sommersprossig, rotwangig und fröhlich. Nicht, dass sein Zuhause ein Ort der Trostlosigkeit war, aber so viel Freude offen zur Schau zu stellen, hinterließ einen bitteren Beigeschmack auf seiner Zunge.

Am liebsten würde er kehrt machen und seine Gemächer aufsuchen, die man ihm großzügigerweise zur Verfügung gestellt hatte. Doch das würde nicht nur gegen die Etikette, sondern auch gegen die Bitte der Sonnenkönigin verstoßen, die sie an ihre Tochter gerichtet hatte. Rune brach und missachtete die Regeln normalerweise, wie es ihm beliebte, doch es galt den Anschein zu wahren. Schließlich erhoffte sich sein Vater eine Allianz mit dem Sonnenreich und nur ein falsches Wort von ihm oder einem seiner Brüder könnte dazu führen, dass man sie hochkant herausschmiss. Zumal man überall im Lande gehört hatte, dass die Prinzessin jedweden Kandidaten bisher ausgeschlagen und in die Wüste geschickt hatte. Lag es daran, dass ihr keiner gut genug war? Nicht reich genug, nicht schön genug? Oder bevorzugte sie sogar das weibliche Geschlecht und war nicht willens diese Neigung offen auszuleben?

Beinahe wäre Rune mit dem Rücken der Prinzessin kollidiert, die abrupt Halt machte und auf den Rosengarten zeigte, der sich vor ihnen auftürmte. Rune gewann wieder Abstand, in dem er einen Schritt nach hinten machte. „Euer Reich ist wunderschön, Prinzessin“ ließ Zelos vernehmen, was Rune lediglich mit einem Augenrollen quittierte. Normalerweise machte sein jüngster Bruder sich nichts daraus Komplimente zu machen, aber auch er wusste wohl, was auf dem Spiel stand.

Die Sonne brannte unaufhörlich auf sie nieder. Und auch wenn es erst Frühling war, so drohte Rune zu ersticken. Am liebsten hätte er die Flügel ausgebreitet und verschwunden. In die Weiten des Himmels, zwischen die Wolken. Doch stattdessen verschränkte er die Arme vor der Brust und ließ seinen Blick schweifen, bis dieser an einer Hecke hängenblieb. Am liebsten hätte er nachgefragt, was sich hinter eben jener Hecke versteckte, doch er zügelte seine Neugierde und beschloss am frühen Abend noch einmal wieder hierher zukehren, um die Gegend auszukundschaften unter dem Vorwand den Garten noch einmal in Ruhe aufzusuchen.

Während sich seine Brüder und die Prinzessin auf einer steinernen Bank niederließen, entschloss sich Rune dazu sich den Garten anzuschauen. „Lasst Euch von mir nicht stören. Ich schaue mich etwas um, wenn es Euch recht ist, Prinzessin?“ wendete er das erste Mal seine Worte an die Prinzessin, die nun aus ihren verschiedenfarbigen Augen zu ihm aufblickte.

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Oh Won-Tae ✦ Faceclaim e função: V (BTS) ✦ Data de nascimento: 01/07/1996 ✦ Idade: 26 anos ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino - ele/dele ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, coreano ✦ Qualidades: Perspicaz, gentil, honesto ✦ Defeitos: Crítico, austero, exigente. ✦ Moradia: Asphodel Meadows ✦ Ocupação: Chef Confeiteiro no Sugary Nymph ✦ Twitter: @OH96AM ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Wontae tem um coração enorme, embora às vezes pareça um pouco acanhado na hora de se oferecer para ajudar. Seus olhos transbordam simpatia e suas atitudes de honestidade. Por vezes, costuma ser mais na dele, em um canto confortável e principalmente nos bancos ao ar livre com um livro para ler por horas. Outrora conversando com uma vizinha ao lado e lhe dando dicas na cozinha. Já outros momentos, gosta de se divertir em festas combinadas com entre os vizinhos, barulhento com seu cachorrinho de manhã cedo ou falando pelos cotovelos sobre o barulho no andar de cima. É um garoto simples pela sua realidade e uma graça para as senhorinhas do prédio.

Biografia:

As pequenas orbes encaravam o misto daquele tempo sombrio. Era época do inverno e não podia mais vislumbrar e agraciar a natureza tão bela como era na primavera, ou o tempo colorido no outono, mesmo que isso não fizesse sentido. Wontae gostava de colocar significado em tudo que lia, tocava, admirava. Em seus primeiros anos de vida sequer havia trocado uma palavra, até o mínimo som que seja. Cresceu diferente dos outros de sua idade, embora a criação da família perfeita e tradicional fosse como todas as outras. Sua mãe choramingava dizendo que tudo era culpa de seu pai por lhe deixar brava na gestação, o que causava mais confusão na mente de Oh. Anos passaram e a apatia virou um turbilhão de sentimentos gigantescos quando recebeu a notícia que mudaria a vida dos Oh: uma segunda criança estaria à caminho. Não soube quando, nem como, mas Wontae finalmente teve algum sonoro em sua voz, lhe trazendo vida ao mundo real: teria um irmão para jogar videogame, um amigo fiel para jogar bola e um melhor amigo para causar travessuras em sua festa favorita de halloween. No entanto, Won não sabia que o futuro lhe reservava, nascendo depois de 10 meses, a sua irmã caçula.

Não foi uma surpresa tão agradável para o coreano. Aquele êxtase virou um completo vazio, embora aquele fruto do amor de seus pais fosse uma bênção para a vida de Oh, ingênuo, sem saber do futuro. Não discordaria que negou sua irmã nos primeiros meses, após tentativas incansáveis de seus pais para aproximá-los. Não era nada mais do um ciúmes egoísta, lhe deixando distraído do que realmente importava; ele tinha alguém que o entendia. Os esforços da irmã, ingênua como uma rosa, não foram em vão quando o coreano resolveu aceitar que podia compartilhar de sua vida ao lado dela, e assim o fizeram. Os sonhos toscos se tornaram um mundo mágico de guloseimas, bolos, macarrão e chocolate quente - era a bebida favorita do rapaz. A paixão pela culinária veio de sua irmã — embora o dom quem herdou foi o mais velho, e obteve uma cobaia excelente para suas receitas de bolo durante anos, afinal, não seria nada sem ela.

Porventura, o sentimento de algo lhe faltando ou aquele misto estranho era inconsolável. Mergulhava em sentimentos profundos e melancólicos, a fim de distorcer a realidade. E apenas uma pessoa lhe arrancava daquele lugar. A mão quente e calorosa invadiam a pele sensível do garotinho de madeixas escuras, lhe arrancando um sorriso ao visualizar a imagem de sua irmã lhe chamando para partilhar uma xícara de chocolate quente juntos. Consigo, trouxera sentimentos de afago, esquecendo-se do sentimento pesado que o pequeno sentia à minutos atrás.

Há várias formas de amar alguém, e o amor de Wontae para com a sua irmã era o mais bonito, singelo e genuíno que há. Tinha consigo o instinto de proteção e zelo para deixá-la longe do que a faria mal, cuidara tão bem como se fostes tua própria pele, teu próprio coração e não duvidará que partilhava do mesmo âmago. Contava-lhe desde pequeninos sobre as estrelas e o quanto elas são importantes em nossa vida. Wontae proferia com brilho nos olhos sobre as histórias que cada estrela contava ao céu. Nos momentos mais difíceis e dolorosos, o pequeno sentava no gramado junto de sua irmã para imaginar mais um conto que os pontos brilhantes lhe sussurravam; era o momento de paz que tinha durante o dia.

No início, foi difícil para seus pais e principalmente para sua mãe lidar com a sua possível falta de diálogo antes do garoto começar a responder suas perguntas. Sua mãe já havia se convencido com o diagnóstico do pediatra que o mesmo seria mudo, em seus cinco anos na terra, Wontae não havia dito uma palavra sequer, sempre ocupado em seus brinquedos, de modo a brincar sozinho ou com sua irmã. Já a mais nova batia o pé para dizer que o garoto falava, que ele somente era tímido na frente das pessoas e que sua opinião era tão importante quanto a da própria menina, defendendo os direitos do irmão mesmo que em silêncio quando era repreendido; sua irmã sempre foi tão boa nas palavras desde nova. Ambos cresceram juntos, com a mesma educação, mas a mentalidade e personalidade parecia distintas um do outro. Enquanto o garoto preferia brincar sozinho, escutar inúmeras vezes as histórias que a mãe lhe contava na hora da soneca e beber chocolate quente; a irmã, de fisionomia igualada, preferia correr pelo gramado de casa e brincar com todos ao redor, sempre com um arranhão nos joelhos, com os lábios arroxeados de suco de uva ou com o nariz vermelho dos resfriados que pegava ao pular eletricamente na chuva; embora às vezes acompanhasse seu irmão no chocolate quente, serena.

Após longos meses em países diferentes junto de sua família, a maioridade, junto de sua independência, veio com uma adolescência com hormônios à flor da pele. Wontae queria estudar culinária, conhecer a França e se aproximar da cultura de seus avós. Já a irmã optou por outro caminho, separando-os momentaneamente em uma parte da vida. Por anos a irmã ficou sem notícias do mais velho, justamente pensando que o mesmo havia seguido em busca dos seus sonhos - o que não fora mentira - no entanto, ele escondia os reais problemas dentro da família para que sua irmã não precisasse sofrer tanto, lhe protegendo de algo que nem ela sabia.

O coreano correu para o abraço da liberdade, passou meses estudando na França, conheceu novas pessoas que lhe trouxeram ensinamentos e, principalmente, sentimentos. Libertadores e sutis ao mesmo tempo. Aprendeu e apaixonou-se fervorosamente pela culinária, esta que não o deixava em completa solidão, sempre em lembranças de quando bagunçava a cozinha da mãe para preparar o almoço junto com a mulher, com a ajuda de sua irmã que cuidava atentamente para que Wontae não acabasse se machucando. Lembranças. O peito enchia de amor ao mesmo tempo que o sufocava com a falta da família. Mesmo doendo, Won sabia que voltar seria perder a sua maior conquista: a independência.

Assim que terminou a faculdade, o rapaz viajou por países vizinhos, em busca de histórias e aprendizado no ramo. Por sua sorte, tinha seu amuleto da sorte consigo; seu melhor amigo. Recordava-se quando visitou Bangkok com a sua família e se apaixonou pela culinária, voltando para obter dos ensinamentos dos mestres na gastronomia tailandesa. Passou seis meses naquele país caloroso, quando decidiu viajar para o sul da Coreia, voltando à sua raiz após a última viagem, em Milão. Gangnam era o seu lar, o seu coração. Não podia ir buscar conhecimento sem trazer para o centro da sua vida. Naquele futuro incerto, sabia que seu destino estava ali, e sua antiga residência parecia estar lhe esperando em um abraço caloroso de casa, novamente. Acrópolis reserva seu futuro.

[yurissweettooth]

Hello!

For the artist asks: 8, 13, 16, 18, and 23.

Hello! Thank you for the ask! :D 8.) What do you like most about your own work: Appearance-wise, I like the colors the best. Bright, rainbow-y colors make me very happy, even in angst pieces. Subject matter wise, I just love drawing all of my silly little guys and showing my love and appreciation for them. 13.) Show your favorite drawing from last year: Oh boy, my art has gone through some MAJOR changes since last year. Maybe this one of Zelos (Tales fo Symphonia) and his little sister? 😅 Very different art style, but I still like the concept

16.) What is the most daunting part of the process: The actual drawing part. Anatomy and proportions and different angles are still so tough for me. Once I get to the coloring portion it's usually smooth sailing though! 18.) Any larger projects you'd like to pursue (I answered this on another ask but I'll copy and paste!): I would like to someday make much longer, more detailed animatics. One that show more movement and action, as opposed to just a single still image panning and zooming over a static background for each scene. I would also like to make animations someday. Nothing professional, just for fun! :)

23.) Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work (I'll copy and paste this one too!): Yes! I like all genres of music, but I really like 90s/00s pop, dance, and R&B so I listen to a lot of that. I also like 00s emo and midwest emo revival so lots of that too! I actually don't tend to like watching TV, but sometimes I listen to podcasts like VeryReallyGood or Sad Boyz in the background or deepdive type videos on youtube.

[a-lil-bi-furious]

hiiii! I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna rapid fire a bunch of (mostly) gen scott-centric, scott-positive authors/fics at you. This list is by no means exhaustive, as there are a lot of wonderful gen Scott fics and I know I'm missing so many!

A lot of these do focus on Scott's relationships with various characters, but not in a romantic/shippy way unless noted. Some are Scott POV, some are other POV's about Scott, and a lot of them are angst, trauma exploration, hurt/comfort-type fics. I've included some general info with each fic.

(This got wayyyy longer than I intended, sorry! Rec list below the cut.)

Various Authors:

Yo Hablo Español by tokillthatmockingbird (Scott POV | Scott & Melissa, Scott & Stiles)

little things define (so I'm going to be better) - orphaned fic (Scott POV | Scott & Melissa)

The Overlooked by multiple authors (Outsider POV series | various BHHS teachers)

What's Worth the Trouble by amorremanet (Scott POV | 3A introspection | cw for suicidal ideation)

i'll be your light your match your burning sun - orphaned fic (Scott POV | Scott & Liam | during 4x06 "Orphaned")

all this blood on your hands - orphaned fic (Scott 2nd person POV | Scott & Liam | post-4x08 "Time of Death")

With You (From Dusk Til Dawn) by nameonehero (Scott POV | Scott/Isaac | post-4x09 "Perishable" | this one is shippy but really explores Scott's mental state post-assassination attempt |

wood and string by detectivemeer (Scott POV | Scott & Stiles | leads up to 5A finale | cw for self-harm)

Human - orphaned fic (Scott POV | Scott/Stiles but can be read platonically | 5X10 "Status Asthmaticus" coda | cw for suicidal ideation)

If you will forgive a single self-rec... A Hollow Darkness in Disguise (Scott POV | 5x10 "Status Asthmaticus" paralleling 3x06 "Motel California" | introspection | cw for suicidal ideation)

Carnival of Souls by @bigskydreaming / bigskydreamin (Scott POV | Scott & chimeras | post-5A finale | unfinished WIP but well worth the read)

"I lost" by wouriqueen (Scott POV | Scott & Melissa | 5x10 "Status Asthmaticus" | scene rewrite)

Dulce by pocketmumbles(livelikejack) (Scott POV | Scott & Melissa & Mason | post-5A | trauma exploration)

You Don't Owe Us Anything by yokomya (Scott POV | Scott & the pack | post-5A | hurt/comfort)

A collapsing every day by Zelos (Scott POV | Scott & Parrish | post-5B | character study/trauma exploration)

you know it don't matter like it did before by @nacreousgore / NacreousGore (Scott POV | Scott & Deaton | animal euthanasia | Scott's pain is taken)

remember me (no llores por favor) by @lethargicprofessor / lethargicprofessor (Scott POV | Scott & Melissa | remembrance of those lost)

Let it break or you'll never breathe by @freddieslater / freddieslater (Scott POV | Scott & Derek | post-6B finale | hurt/comfort)

Permanent Ink by NeverMessWithTeddyBears (Scott & the pack | post-canon | McCallpack symbol)

@momentofmemory / momentofmemory:

Codominance (Scott POV | Scott & Stiles | 5x13 "Codominance" rewrite | trauma exploration | everything the episode should have been and more. the teen wolf writers could never)

meet me on the landing (Scott POV | 10 drabbles | parallels various traumas ft. stairs)

administered twice, daily (Scott POV | Scott & Deaton | post-5A)

blood in the water (Scott POV | mostly gen, Scott/Malia at the end | showers following traumas throughout the series)

futility (Scott POV | Scott & Monroe | post-series | Scott's at UC Davis)

I seriously recommend all of her fics. One of mem's specialties is canonical, deep, and devoted exploration of characters, so whether relationship or gen, you'll get the kind of focus/development you're looking for.

@spikeface / Spikeface:

halfway to nowhere (Liam POV | Scott & Liam | werewolfiness & mental health exploration) Published just yesterday and incredible! Also part of an unfinished series: There's Always Hope exploring various people learning about the events of 3x06 "Motel California" (keep an eye out for the other fics!)

damnatio memoriae (Scott POV | Scott & Rafael | re: the stairs incident and memories)

the hunted sky (Scott POV | Scott & Araya, Scott & the pack | during 4x01 "The Dark Moon")

You mentioned a preference for gen, but if you are ever wanting a relationship-based fic that still has excellent character exploration/perspective on Scott, Spike's are great for that. I'd recommend the fabulists (Stiles POV | Scott/Stiles | Scott & animals) or the family of things (Scott POV | Scott/Theo | Scott & Stiles & Lydia & Theo roadtrip | includes sex content ch. 3 onward)

@scribeoffate / idc_chan :

the meaning of life (Scott POV | during/post-5x10 "Status Asthmaticus" | pure angst | cw for suicidal ideation)

Nemeses (Various villains' POV | mostly gen, Scott/Theo at end)

From a Distance (Boyd POV | Scott & Boyd | leads up to 3x10 "Motel California" | cw for referenced suicide attempt | great exploration of Boyd as well | packs an emotional punch <- the author is so good at this in general)

@daughterofluthien / LuthienKenobi:

let the human in (Scott POV | Scott & Deaton | 2x10 "Fury" | Missing scene)

Everyone Has a Scott McCall Story  (Sydney outsider POV | post-6B | addresses 5x18 "Maid of Gévaudan")

what they'll say about us (Various villains' POV | drabbles | Scott & Stiles)

@scintalla / rajvi_shah:

I'm not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper wound (Scott POV | Scott & Deaton, implied/past Scott/Allison | between 3B-S4 | hurt/comfort, panic attack)

phantom limb syndrome (Scott 2nd person POV | 5x10 "Status Asthmaticus," 5x11 "The Last Chimera" | hurt/comfort, character study)

@mitchpell / mitchpell

The Ominous Silence (Various POV | Scott + asthma attacks)

On the Nature Of... (Melissa POV | Scott & Melissa | conversations throughout the series)

For more fic, I recommend perusing @dailyscottficrec and their Ao3 fic archive, as well as @scottappreciation's fic tag and Scottuary 2022 and 2023(ongoing) fics, though I recognize hunting for gen fic in a sea of mixed fic is time-consuming.

I hope this wasn't overwhelming, and I hope you find some fics you enjoy!

does anyone have any scott mccall centric (mostly) genfics?? on my hands and knees here

[noona-clock]

Noir ♠️ Confession

A B.A.P holiday songfic series by Admin B! Enjoy!

Genre: 1940′s AU

Pairing: Zelo x You

By Admin B

Le Noir ♠️ Skydive ♠️ Ribbon in the Sky ♠️ Killer ♠️ Fermata ♠️ Confession ♠️ I Guess I Need U ♠️ Chiquita ♠️ Walk ♠️ Now ♠️ Kingdom

It suffocates you The countless hate, resentment, misery They try to bury you on this quiet night

The gunfire. The explosions. The shrapnel, the mud, the barricades, the screams... the crying.

In reality, none of this was constant. There were plenty of deceivingly peaceful times (it was never actually peaceful when you were fighting a war, but it seemed peaceful, at least). 

But these were the sounds which stuck with Junhong. He could hear them playing over and over in his head, especially during the quiet, downtime.

He had never agreed with or even liked war. He hated violence, and he hated hatred, as hypocritical as it sounds. But, more specifically, he hated hatred for other people. He hated intolerance and ignorance.

And that was getting a lot of people killed these days.

No one held your hand They all turned away Everyone twisted your thoughts and words You cried so much

War had been... a lot harder than Junhong ever imagined. Not that he ever thought it would be easy, but the reality of it was infinitely harsher and darker and scarier.

And he’d been alone. He’d had a whole troop of soldiers by his side, fighting the same fight, but he’d been alone.

He’d missed you so goddamn much that he’d practically cried himself to sleep almost every night.

He’d missed you, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about all the people dying. He’d kept wondering just why he was here. Why had this ever started? Why were people so... horrible?

Why trap yourself in a maze? Believe in yourself You see white and black in the mirror Although I’m weak I can comfort you till the end

All of his negative thoughts followed him home. Even when he was back in your bed, his mind still raced, and the sounds of war played at full volume in his head.

You noticed instantly he wasn’t the same Junhong he was when he’d left you, but you really hadn’t expected him to be. You knew he would come home a different person.

You just didn’t realize he would be this different.

You turned over in bed to face him, reaching out and gently resting a hand on his shoulder. He jumped awake, and you could hear his shallow breathing become more relaxed as he realized it had only been a dream.

Although, it probably wasn’t just a dream. Everything he was seeing and hearing had probably been very real at one point.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you whispered, scooting close to him and pressing your lips to the back of his neck. “I’m right here. You’re home now, remember? With me.”

You tried your best to comfort him, but you always felt you couldn’t do enough. You had no idea what he was going through. You’d been here at home while he’d been over there, so how could you know? How could you really help him believe everything would be okay?

But you tried anyway because you loved him. You always had, and you always would. No matter what.

How can they block your freedom? I’ll understand and hug you Close your eyes without a word Please hear the cries of this lamb

You set your purse down on the counter, calling out to Junhong that you were home from work.

Usually, he came out to greet you with a kiss, but today he was nowhere to be found. At least not from where you stood in the kitchen. But none of his things were gone, so he had to be here.

“Junhong,” you called again, your brow furrowing in concern.

And then you heard them. The soft, choking sobs.

You followed the muffled sound into your bathroom, and your heart broke when you saw Junghong huddled on the floor in front of the bathtub, his face buried in his hands as his body shuddered with his cries.

You immediately dropped to your knees beside him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to you.

You shushed him, rubbed his back, kissed his head. And you silently cursed the world for doing this to him.

Why did he deserve this? Why did anyone deserve this? The world was such a cruel, unfair place, and you hadn’t truly understood that until Junhong had come home from the war.

As you held him there on your bathroom floor, you silently prayed to whoever or whatever was out there to hear Junhong’s cries. To hear the cries of all the soldiers and the families and the children affected by this war and to put an end to all of it.

Please.

Instead of anger and fear, give me peace Help me to hold onto hope And give me the strength to pass it on

It took Junhong a while to agree, but after months of persuading, he finally did.

He agreed to actually marry you. On Christmas Day of all days.

You two had legally gotten married before he went off to war, but you hadn’t had a wedding. You hadn’t the money nor the time, so you’d simply applied for a marriage license at City Hall and called it a day.

But today you were getting married. You were having a real wedding with a dress and music and cake and all that jazz. Junhong would be wearing a suit, waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

And while he wasn’t the same Junhong you’d married over two years ago, you still loved him. Maybe you loved him even more now, despite the fact he’d been hesitant to have this wedding.

But you really couldn’t blame him. He was still suffering, and he claimed he didn’t see the point in having what was really a glorified party when you were already married. 

There were more important things to worry about in this godforsaken world.

But you’d quietly told him a wedding would make you happy. It would make him happy. It would make your friends and family happy.

And happiness was what truly mattered in life, didn’t he agree? Happiness brought hope, and hope brought light to the darkness.

And Christmas was a time of joy and love and hope, wasn’t it?

He hadn’t been able to turn you down after that reasoning.

He figured, if he could do something like this to make you happy, then that was at least a step in the right direction of overcoming whatever it was he’d brought back with him from the war.

Maybe it would even help him get over his newfound fear of having children with you. He didn’t want to pass on his struggles, but he did want to pass on the light the two of you created with your love.

So, as the snow fell outside, as the families in the houses around the church celebrated and opened presents and laughed and smiled, you and Junhong vowed your undying love for each other in front of your closest friends and family. You kissed, you ate cake, you danced to jazz music, and you drove away in the fanciest car you’d ever seen back to your small apartment with your tiny Christmas tree because you couldn’t afford a real honeymoon yet.

But that was all right. You had each other, and that was enough. He was now coming to realize that. As long as he had a roof over his head, a steady job, food on the table... and you. Everything would be okay.

Maybe... maybe realizing all of this would actually help him forgive himself.

Forgive my evil sins Please give me the light

Tagging @cramelot , @brie02 , @pegacorn24 , @jjong-dae77  , @baekfanapleintemps , @sun-shinee-world , @aidachyan , @shinrin-yokeu , @babybee05 to let them know this has been posted! Readers, if you would like to be tagged, as well, please let me know!

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[junhong-ah]

You belong with me - Chap. 4

words: 1,8k •  characters: reader x zelo (& Daehyun) • genre: love triangle series

Junhong and you? Impossible! You're a little older than him and on top of that you've known each other for so many years. But who would have thought that one day things would get that complicated between the two of you? Soon your close friendship is put to a hard test and suddenly nothing is as it was before. How do you want to handle this and what does Daehyun have to do with all of that? CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3

Chapter 4: Temporarily, you've moved in with Junhong. A new everyday life develops very quickly and soon becomes routine. Even if things are still a bit awkward sometimes, you just enjoy spending more time together again and Daehyun is almost forgotten. Almost.

The first night at Junhong's was kind of weird. You couldn't really tell what it was, but there was this awkward feeling again, that came up in his kitchen earlier and again you had no idea what was happening. Junhong wanted to offer his bedroom to you, but you just laughed and shook your head. Why was this such a big deal now? You've slept there countless times and often enough you fell asleep together on the couch or even in his bed.

In the end it was the couch on which you slept again, your head resting on his chest since you fell asleep while you're watching TV. The next morning you woke up alone and you needed a moment to realize where you were and what was going on. But as soon as you heard Junhong cursing in his kitchen, you remembered everything. You laughed as you slowly sat up, feeling every bone in your body because of that stupid couch you have slept on.

Mochi, who laid on your belly, woke up too and looked at you wagging his tail. “Good morning, Mochi” you said softly, picking him up to snuggle him. “What is your daddy doing over there? Shall we take a look?” He barked as an answer and hopped off the couch to ran straight into the kitchen and you followed him still a little drowsy.

“Fuck, shit!”

As you entered the kitchen you heard a loud noise that sounded like something just broke. You giggled silently, but Junhong heard you anyway and as he turned around, he almost dropped a plate.

“Good morning to you too” you said laughing while you tried to figure out what he was doing. He was a terrible cook so what the hell was he even thinking?

“Sorry” he replied and blushed a little, obviously being embarrassed by himself. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” He turned around again to take care of the food in the pan in front of him, but the smell of it already told you it was too late for that.

“What exactly are you doing there?”

“I'm making pancakes.” He coughed slightly, looking at the mess he made. “Well... at least I was trying.”

Still laughing, you walked over to look at it too but you just frowned. “That's supposed to be pancakes? Were you trying to poison me?”

Junhong had to laugh too as he nudged you softly, he was still embarrassed by all of this. He just wanted to make some nice breakfast for you, since you looked like an innocent angel sleeping next to him. His heart fluttered, as he thought of this picture and he had a big smile on his face while he was looking at you.

“Hmm, maybe?”

He flinched as you gave him a friendly slap and pushed him sway. "You better make some coffee, at least you can't burn it. I'll try to fix the pancake problem."

The first few days went smooth and without any problem. Junhong agreed that you would cook for both of you during your stay with him, even though he was a little disappointed that his surprise had gone down so badly.

Also the bed problem solved itself quite fast, although differently than you would've guessed. When you fell asleep on the couch, Junhong carried you into the bedroom, covered you up and laid himself on the couch instead. The first morning you were irritated, but after it happened again and he didn't want to be dissuaded, you just accepted it. Somehow it was pretty sweet of him to care so much and to be honest it was far too nice to worry about it.

Most time of the day you were alone with Mochi, since Junhong and the boys had a lot of work to do, but that didn't bother you at all. When he came home, the two of you ate together and took Monchi for a walk afterwards. It quickly became some kind of routine and soon you two were already looking forward to the following evening all day long.

Unfortunately the thoughts of Daehyun came back while you were all by yourself and you thought about him a lot while you're alone. You wondered if he mentioned anything to the boys. Did Junhong know about this? Probably not, otherwise he'd have said something to you and make fun of you and tease you if he knew about this. He was still young and probably wouldn't even understand that you're feeling awkward after almost kissing Daehyun. How wrong you were.

Today you were a little nervous since Junhong texted you and asked if you could pick him up after work. You were afraid to see Daehyun again, but you already knew you had to face him sooner or later. Probably it wasn't the worst to do this rather sooner than later.

You were almost disappointed as Junhong wrote that he had to stay a little longer because he still had something to do. You took a deep breath and just realized that you probably worried too much and for nothing. You wouldn't have to face him today.

On your way to the studio you just noticed that you were incredibly relieved and not disappointed at all. You probably fooled yourself when you thought you could handle to see Daehyun again.

The next moment your fears were confirmed as he really stood in front of you. You had already seen him from afar, just as he had seen you, so that was the only reason you didn't turn around immediately. The only thing that was even more pathetic than getting out of his way was beeing watched by him while you’re trying to go out of his way.

“Hey Daehyun” you greeted him, after there was this awkward silence for a moment.

You both stood there, not knowing what to say or what to do, so it took a while for him to reply something. First there was this smile that blew you away immediately, but you managed to act normal.

“Glad to see you again, Y/N”, he said, trying to sound as cool as possible.

You just smiled, hoping the ground would open up beneath you and simply swallow you. This awkward moment should end as soon as possible, even if you secretly wish Daehyun would say something about the almost-kiss. Anything. But he didn't.

“You're here for Junhong, aren't you? He's still inside but almost done with everything.”

“Okay, thanks... I guess.”

You walk up the stairs and had almost opened the door as Daehyun called your name. Slowly you turned around to him again, while you heart was beating faster and faster.

He came up to you, one hand running through his hair. “Because of this thing the other day... I just wanted to say that...” You were listening closely, but he got interrupted by Junhong, who came out just this second.

“There you are!” he said cheerfully, pulling you in a deep hug without any warning. You hugged him back but cursed him quietly for his fucking timing. Couldn't he shown up five minutes later?

“Where else should I be?”

As Junhong pulled away, you looked back to Daehyun who was obviously uncomfortable with this situation. “Uhm, yeah, I gotta go. Have fun, see ya!” And in the blink of an eye he was gone.

“What was that?”, Junhong asked chuckling.

You still looked in the direction Daehyun had gone, just shrugging your shoulders. Damn, you're dying to know what he wanted to tell you. But now it was your turn to talk to him about it because he probably wouldn't try so fast anymore.

“Are you ready?”

You looked up to Junhong, who was grinning all over his face. “For...?” you asked wondering. He didn't tell you why you should pick him up so you were kind of surprised now that he seemed to have real plans for tonight.

“Let's go get something to eat. I'll treat you!”

You just laughed because that was your way of reacting to things you didn't know how to react to at all. “Well, I hope you've got enough money.”

He laughed too, walking near beside you. Of course you didn't understand that he wanted to call it a date, but he was too afraid to ask anyway. So he just imagined it would be a real date without saying anything else because that was enough for him, at least right now.

It's been an incredibly nice evening, as usual lately. You laughed a lot, ordered different dishes and tasted food from each other. In addition, Junhong tried again and again to flirt with you a little, which you noticed but didn't take seriously. You thought this was one of his stupid jokes again, so you went for it. Somehow it was quite funny and it made you forget about Daehyun. Again.

You were on your way home when you passed a bar with loud music that you could even hear on the street. Junhong, who always tried to put an arm around you, hid his hands in his pockets again as you looked up at him.

“Uh, I love that song! Let's sit down for a moment” you said, pointing at the bench right next to you.

“I have a better idea”, Junhong replied and used your confusion to reach out for your wrist, pulling you closer and swirl you around. Instead of sitting and bobbing to the beat of the music you were dancing to it.

After you realized what was happening here, you laughed and threw your head back in amusement. "Junhong, what are you doing?"

He wasn't answering, but he did his best to make you laugh again and again. Dancing with you was always so much fun but this time it was different and he was sure you'd feel it this time. That there was more between you than friendship and that this moment was very special. And yes, you really did. But you had so much fun that you didn't waste any second to think about it. You just lived the moment and this moment was absolutely perfect.

As he song ended you both were totally out of breath from all the laughing and crazy dancing, but you were happy as hell. Still giggling you looked up to Junhong who had his arms wrapped around you. He returned that look and blushed lightly as your eyes interlocked. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. But he didn't.

He was a coward and on top of that he didn't want to destroy this beautiful moment with something like that. What would he do if you didn't return the kiss? If you slapped him in the face or just ran away? He just didn't want to take that risk, no matter how perfect this chance was. So he slowly lowered his arms, but not without crossing his fingers with yours.

"Thank you for a lovely evening" you said, even though it was more of a whisper. He grinned widely, you just made him so happy in this moment. But the next thing you said brought him back to reality as it hit him like a train;

"And thank you for being such an incredibly good friend."

A/N: I’m sorry it took that long to continue this story, but things got kind of complicated while I wrote this. I needed to overthink ad re-organize a lot, but I finally made it. The next few days I will add a specific masterlist for this series, so it is easier for you to read every single part. Also; feedback is always welcome. I hope you enjoy the new part. 💕

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“I live my life a quarter mile at a time.” Biker!Junhong ➝ m. list | biker bap m.list

[crush3dmary]

Okay I gotta ask. Tales of Symphonia for the fandom one.

(claps hands together) LET'S FUCKING GO

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

the first character i ever fell in love with:

Genis!! I actually fell in love with him before Zelos because when I played the first time it was with a group of friends and I played Genis so I already had a bias, lol.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Not really anyone. I don't think my character opinions have changed a whole bunch in the last 15 years, though I definitely have more of an appreciation for Colette now than I did when I was 14.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Ehh... again, not really any of them? I've been pretty firm in my otps and notps, but I used to be "meh" about c*lloyd and now I fucking despise it because of the fans, so. Lol.

my ultimate favorite character™:

Zelos Wilder (derogatory) I love to put him in Situations

prettiest character:

Pronyma. I enjoy her.

my most hated character:

Not hate by any means but I'm very meh about Kratos. I can see why people would love him but he just doesn't hit it for me.

my OTP:

Zelloyd by a long shot. 15 years going strong! Still writing em!

my NOTP:

C*LLOYD AND SH*ELOS I HATE THEM SO MUCH I could probably write an essay on how much and why I hate them but I won't I'll just make content I like instead!

favorite episode:

I'll do favourite scene here. Tower of Salvation reveal with Remiel. That part of the game just fucking hits.

saddest death:

Corrine :'((((( especially in the anime!

favorite season:

Favourite stretch of the game is dad reveal onwards. The last like 10 hours of the game are just fucking stellar.

least favorite season:

Sylvarant arc is kind of a slog to be honest. It's cool going and back and replaying and seeing all the foreshadowing but it wasn't until you start to find out about Tethe'alla and whatnot that the game really started to hook me.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

Lmaoooooooo Kratos again sorry. Again, I see where the love comes from! Just not my fav.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Zelos. I can't even defend all his actions and sometimes he just straight up sucks. But the man unfortunately has owned my ass since 2008, so. There's no getting out now.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

Pronyma deserved better. They could have done sooooooo much with her and they didn't. But that's okay, I can open up google docs and pretend.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

Idk I don't really ship anything super problematic to be honest, unless you count zelloyd because of the (whispers) age gap... proceeds to rinse my mouth out with soap and recite prayers so Martel doesn't smite me for shipping something with two characters who look the same and have the same maturity level

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

Genis/Mithos. Not OTP level but I do love them. Lots of potential for angst there, and I've even written some myself.

[ciryze]

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Tales of Symphonia

Relationship: Raine Sage/Zelos Wilder Additional Tags: Oneshot, Fluff, Mild Angst

Words: 1 557

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Needs and Wants: Part Two || Choi Junhong

Pairing: Zelo x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,962

Summary: As Zelo’s best friend, you offer him a shoulder to cry on. He realizes just how often you’ve been there for him.

A/N: I had several requests for a sequel! I had so much fun writing this one. Oddly enough, I didn’t listen to “Girls Like You” at all when writing this half.

This scenario was loosely inspired by “Girls Like You” by Maroon 5.

You can find Part One by clicking here! This won’t make much sense unless you start at the beginning.

It had been a week since you left Junhong in his apartment on that fateful night, though it felt more like an eternity. The walk back home was full of muffled sobs and quick steps until you found yourself curled up on your bed, letting everything out. Even now, you couldn’t believe you had said what you said. It was something you always felt but never thought you’d admit, let alone admit to his face. The words seemed soaked in venom as you repeated them at your reflection and you imagined that’s how they felt when he heard them.

And you were right.

After you left that night, Junhong let himself slump down onto the floor, tears leaking from his eyes as he replayed your words over and over again. Had you really felt like that after all this time? He never realized that you had feelings for him. He cursed himself now for being so oblivious that he didn’t realize he had been hurting his best friend this whole time. You had never hinted at it, at least not that he could remember. And that was true. You hadn’t ever made it apparent. Honestly, you hadn’t told a soul about it. You didn’t want to do anything that could have jeopardized his career. You cared for him too much to let that happen. You loved him too much to let that happen. You only wanted him to be happy.

Only now, you knew you definitely weren’t. You didn’t know where the two of you stood now and you weren’t about to hear the words you dreaded. So you tried your best to put him in the back of your mind. You worked as if your life depended on it. You took the long ways home, avoiding places you two had frequented. You even cooked as if you were working for a five-star restaurant, and you hated cooking. You were just desperate to get him off of your mind and make yourself feel better.

And yet, a few days after you left you ran into Yongguk on your way home from work. Being the gentleman he was, he asked how you were and if he could walk you home. You let him, and soon enough the conversation turned to Zelo.

“I’m assuming he told you what happened?” you asked, glancing up at Yongguk.

He sighed. “He didn’t tell me until last night, but we could tell something was off. He hadn’t mentioned you before that and wouldn’t tell us how you were when you came over.”

You nodded. There wasn’t much more that you wanted to ask.

“He’s asked about you, though,” Yongguk continued, “he really thinks you aren’t going to see him again after what he did.”

You glanced down, nodding again. “I just don’t know where we stand anymore, Yongguk.”

“You still like him, right?”

Your eyes glanced up to your elder’s only to be met with a small smirk. “He’s the only one who hadn’t figured it out until the other night.”

Glancing down again, you felt yourself blush slightly as you gave a small nod. “I knew he didn’t feel the same way,” you murmured.

Yongguk huffed. “You don’t know that for sure, Y/N.” As you both reached the stairs to your apartment building, he offered one final piece of advice. “Your wants are temporary. At some point your needs become too much and replace your wants.”

You played his words again in your head as you sat on your couch, half-heartedly listening to the news. You missed Junhong terribly but you still didn’t want to reach out to him. If for no other reason, you were afraid he wouldn’t want you back. You were content with being ignorant if it spared your emotions.

As you were lost in your thoughts, your phone chimed. It wasn’t your usual chime, though. It was a chime you had set a long time ago for one specific person.

Junhong.

Can I come over?

You felt your heart rate speed up. Apparently this was the time to either patch things up or see him for the last time.

Sure.

You waited a few minutes before he sent a response.

Okay. Should I let myself in?

Key’s under the mat.

Okay, I’ll be there soon.

You sighed to yourself. You weren’t ready for this. You didn’t think you’d ever be ready for this. And yet, it was coming whether you liked it or not.

In the time it took Junhong to arrive, you washed the rest of your makeup off of your face and changed into a set of comfier clothes. You began to heat water for tea when you heard a knock on the door. He was at least being courteous in this whole ordeal.

Quietly you walked over to the door before glancing through the peephole just in case. To your relief, it was Junhong standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You slid your hand to the knob and opened the door, as ready as you’d ever be to face what came your way.

“H-hi Y/N, can I come in?”

You nodded, muttering a silent “yeah” as you opened the door farther and let him walk in. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, but you assumed you looked the same way. As he turned around in your living room, he passed the flowers to you. He glanced at you momentarily, but his gaze kept falling to the floor. “I-I hope you like them.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, taking a quick whiff of the sweet fragrance. “I was making tea, did you want any?”

“No, it’s okay.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. Whenever Junhong and you were together, silence was almost non-existent. You took the opportunity to walk to your kitchen, placing your tea bag in your mug and pouring the hot water before reaching into your fridge. As you began to pour the milk into your tea, Junhong began to speak.

“Listen, Y/N, the reason I came over… well I didn’t know if you wanted to come over and I probably should’ve talked to you more before this, but- I-I just- I- tried my best to just let it go but I just COULDN’T- and I-”

He kept getting more and more flustered as he tried to come up with some words, some apology. His frustration at himself grew and grew until he was on the verge of explosion. And you heard it building behind you.

Setting the milk on the counter, you turned around to find him wiping at his eyes with his hands and taking in a breath to prevent tears from falling. It killed you on the inside to think he was hurting as bad as you were, that he wanted you back but didn’t know how to explain himself, that he was imploding on the spot in your kitchen trying to make it up to you.

“Come here,” you said softly, reaching for his shirt sleeve and pulling him closer to you. He took it a step farther, picking you up and setting you on your counter so you were his height and burying his face in the nape of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if you were his lifeline. His body began to shake then, heavy sobs overtaking him. You tried to calm him down, rubbing his back gently with your fingers as he wept.  And wept he did.

He wept for himself. He wept for the nights he spent away from those he loved for more practices and work. He wept for the countless others who put up the same problems. He wept for his own heart, having it broken by girls who hadn’t wanted to know him and only wanted the fame. And he wept for you too. He wept for you because he finally realized how you must have felt over the years- love coursing through your being and no way of expressing it. Constantly feeling trapped, alone.

You tried your best to hold him tighter, nuzzling him as best you could as you tried to keep yourself composed. As he continued to shudder in your embrace he began to find the words that failed him before this. “I’m so sorry Y/N…” he gasped out in between sobs, “I never meant to hurt you… I-I hadn’t known…”

“Shhh, shhh… It’s alright,” you whispered in his ear, feeling tears beginning to run down your own face. “I just want you to be happy.”

You felt him pull away from your embrace, and you took the opportunity to wipe at your own eyes. When you opened them again, you found Junhong’s eyes locked onto yours.

“Y/N, you make me happy.”

He leaned in again, but this time you met him halfway, pressing your lips to his. A few of his tears dropped onto your cheek as you reached a hand to cup his face, brushing the rest of them away with your thumb. You felt his fingers snake around to your back, keeping you steady as he leaned in further.

Just as soon as the kiss started, he pulled away, watching your face for any signs of anger or emotion. You saw the same emotion in his eyes that you saw during your first kiss, but this time you knew neither times were because of some girl. They were because of you. And this time, you mirrored that same feeling in your face. Years spent hiding your feelings and being “just a friend” crashed like a broken glass as you reached to him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you clung to him. He returned the hug, pressing a hand around the back of your neck as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his.

“I’ll say it again, Y/N,” he said, just loud enough so you could hear. “I really need a girl like you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before moving to look at him. He released his hold on you to wipe away your own tears, offering the best smile he could manage. That was what you loved about Junhong- he always tried to make you happy too. As much as he needed a girl like you, maybe you also needed a guy like him.

You smiled back at him,  reaching up to give another small peck to his lips. “Then it’s a good thing you have me.”

He smiled again, picking you up from off the counter. “It definitely is.”

You couldn’t believe any of this had actually happened, but you were determined not to let him go this time. Giving him a final squeeze, he set you down as you put away the milk and got a vase for the flowers. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

He nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” you said as you grabbed a few snacks and drinks before the two of you walked into your living room. You sat next to Junhong, but just as you set down the snacks, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down so you were in between him and the couch. Your head rested on his chest as he pulled a blanket down over the two of you and you picked a movie, snuggling in as the opening sequence began.

Sleep greeted you like an old friend as you and Junhong finished the movie. Between him and the blanket on both of you, you were the most comfortable you had been all week. Junhong was too, and as you were just falling asleep, he opened his mouth.

“You know what Y/N?”

You hummed lightly, signalling that you were awake. “What?”

“I’m so glad I have a girl like you.”