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angel-eyes05 · 11 months

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bite the hand (chapter 8)

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pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, i made up some weird rules for miguel's suit and idk if theyre entirely accurate to canon so just go with it, tension lol, cursing, drinking

word count: 3.4k

notes: i gotta start repeating the banners at the top cause i ran out LMAO. also, expect less frequent uploads cause 1) i kinda have low motivation rn and 2) im pretty busy rn (going out, vacations, and doing job applications). writing also gets a little draining for me after a while and i gotta put me first😔✊ ill keep uploading though dw i just gotta do it at my own speed to make sure i dont drop the series cause if i try to push stuff out too fast, im gonna end up dropping it so just bear with me lol. also i didn't proofread this before posting cause its 3:30 when im dropping this, and im so tired lmao

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It was the sun that slithered into the room through the cracks in the blinds that woke her up. Lorena preferred that to the normal wakeup call from a nightmare, or the sounds of honking cars next to her on the street. The way the bed had molded itself to her shape made it impossible for her to move. Almost like it was trapping her in its comfort. Even if the mattress was old, the fact that this had been her first time sleeping in an actual bed, and not a bench, sidewalk, or cot, in months was enough to provide her ease.

She turned to face the other side of the bed, surprised when no one was in sight. Miguel was probably in the bathroom or something. She was more focused on a different fact: this had been the first sleep in weeks without a nightmare.

Huh. Weird.

She sat up in bed, noticing she was still in her robe from the bathroom. She rubbed the drowsiness off her face as the click of the door lock called her attention. Letting in a stream of early sunlight with him, Miguel walked through the door, pitch black sunglasses covering his eyes, a box in one hand, and a cup tray in the other. “Figured you’d be hungry when you woke up,” he said once he noticed she was awake. He softly kicked the door closed behind him, setting the tray on the desk near the door and the box on the bed.

Pulled by curiosity, she moved her hands towards the box and opened it to see what was inside. Her mouth immediately started watering when she opened it to see assorted treats such as conchas, bigotes, and mantecadas. “I was in the mood,” Miguel said, pulling the drinks out of the tray. “I didn’t know how much cream or sugar you liked so I just got you black cause that's what I get,” he said, handing the hot cup of coffee to her.

The smell of the pastries mixed with the coffee was enough to make her want to cry. It reminded of the smells of her aunt’s kitchen in the morning. The bitterness of the coffee stung at her throat, but it was overshadowed by the comfort it brought her. She picked up one of the bigotes, and had to hold back her tears of joy when she took a bite. “Gracias por todo,” she said, mouth full of food and covered in sugar. Miguel smiled at the sight of her. “De nada, cariño,” he said sweetly, taking one of the conchas for himself.

As he walked away with his food, towards the bathroom, Lorena noticed something about him. “Where’d you get the clothes?” she asked, mouth still filled with food. He was now wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. “It’s part of my suit,” he responded, fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror. “¿Cómo?” He sighed. “Remember what I said about the whole nanotech thing last night?” “Yeah, what about it?” Suddenly, the shirt and sweatpants shifted into his blue and red suit just before her eyes. “Woah…” she exclaimed in awe. “I can change its appearance as long as the outfit is downloaded to my suit’s database.” “Oh,” Lorena expressed, even if she still didn’t fully understand what he was talking about.

“Why’d you get to be born in the crazy, futuristic dimension with all the fancy tech,” she complained to herself, just loud enough for Miguel to hear. “Why, do you want one?” he asked, in between a small chuckle. “I mean it would be nice to wear something other than a tight spandex suit for once,” Lorena joked, getting an actual laugh out of Miguel for once. Lorena blushed and smiled at his reaction. “Well lucky for you, you’re gonna need one for tonight,” he responded. “What do you mean?” she asked, after taking a sip from her coffee.

He tossed her a small, golden chain. “The outfit should form around that chain. I had Lyla upload different outfits for the day, since she probably knows better than I do. When you’re ready, put it on.” Lorena admired the golden material. She was lucky she wasn’t a silver jewelry girl. “So what’s on the to-do list for today,” she said, still looking at the chain. “Stay undercover for the majority of the day, then head over to the Moonlit River club at night. Lyla should have that outfit uploaded by now,” he responded, brushing his teeth with the provided amenities in the motel.

“Why, are you finally deciding to take me out dancing to pay me for my troubles,” she joked, taking a sip of coffee after. Miguel spit out his toothpaste and sighed. “Brock meets up there on Thursday nights to trade weapons.”

Silence filled the space between them.

She knew this day had to come. She just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.

“I see,” was all she could manage to say, before taking another sip of her coffee.

Miguel could feel the turmoil radiating off of her from the bathroom. He washed out his mouth, and splashed a bit of water on his face before walking over to her. He pushed the box of pastries to the side, and took a seat in front of her on the sheets.

“Mirarme,” he softly spoke, using his pointer finger to guide her eyes to his. She looked up at him, trying her best not to get lost in the crimson shade of his eyes. “I-” He cut himself off before he could continue. He melded her hand into his before speaking again. “I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I want you to know that if this becomes too much for you…you can back out.” His inflection was weird. As if he didn’t want her to, but still wanted to keep her comfortable. A wrestling match between what he wanted and what was best for her.

“And I’ve said it before too. I’m not running away from this,” Lorena said back, voice strong. “Ok. Just know if things get bad for you in there, I’ve got your back,” he said, concern in his voice. He had also found his eyes roaming her face, not realizing they had both subconsciously moved closer to each other. “And I’ve got yours too,” she said back. Once he had realized Lorena’s robe was loose enough to see inside to her chest, Miguel cleared his throat and got up from the bed quickly.

“I’m gonna go into town, see if I can pick up any information on the street. You can do whatever you want until its time, but make sure to-” “Yeah, yeah, lay low. Relax big guy, I’ve got this,” she cut him off, reassuringly. He exited the room quickly, like he was in a rush to get away from her. He was gone for almost the rest of the day.

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About 8pm that night.

Miguel was outside in the main room of the motel while Lorena was getting herself ready in the bathroom. Miguel had gone out earlier and bought her some cheap makeup and perfume from a local drugstore, a sweet gesture.

Once she finished with her makeup and straightening up her hair, she tapped on the middle part of her gold chain, causing a menu to pop up. She scrolled through the options until she came across the last one, labeled by Lyla as “night time😉”. She clicked on the option, as she watched in awe as her casual t-shirt and sweatpants shifted into her outfit for the night. A tight black dress, cut asymmetrically to show one of her thighs, and a turtle neck part detached from the rest of the dress, with glove-like sleeves. This feature allowed for the perfect peephole towards her chest. Lorena had a feeling Lyla would try to do some matchmaking with her outfit.

With a quick spritz of perfume, a double check of her face in the mirror, and quickly putting on a black headband for her hair, Lorena quickly exited the bathroom. Miguel was standing there, waiting by the door and checking his portal watch. He was sporting a black, silk, button up shirt, tucked into black dress pants. The fact that the shirt was way too tight for him was accentuated by his muscles sculpted by the fabric and the fact that the first two buttons were open. His eye was caught by Lorena when she stepped out of the bathroom, his mouth slightly agape in awe and his eyes almost stuck to her.

“It’s flashy, I know. But it’s better that I fit in,” she said, trying to divide the tension in the room as she walked closer to him. “I-...um,” he stammered. “At a loss for words for once O’Hara?” she teased. Noticing a stray hair on the top of his head, she reached up to him to push it back. “Quédate quieto,” she commanded softly, while she stuck the piece back into the gel, trying to ignore how he was admiring her.

“There you go. Ahora te ves guapo,” she teased, patting his chest with her hand. Miguel still had that stupid smile on his face. “Y te ves hermosa,” he said softly, and with utter sincerity.

She couldn’t tell if she was caught more off guard with his words of affirmation, or the fact that the blush quickly forming on her cheeks was confirming her secret love of it.

Clearing her throat, she unlocked the door, opened it, and gestured her hand to outside. “Lead the way big guy.” He smirked at her as he walked outside. He even got the courage to offer her his hand. This confidence was quickly deflated when she smacked away his hand, giggling to herself as she took the lead down the stairs.

The night life of the city was bustling on the streets. Couples together, arm in arm, surely walking to a fancy restaurant for a night out. Lines forming outside of nightclubs, patrons with an urgency to get in. Everyone walking down the street with their own story to tell, just like Lorena.

After walking for a couple of miles, the bright, neon blue sign shone in front of the entrance. The door was a mahogany red, with three stairs leading down to the entrance. But opposite to Miguel’s eagerness to get inside by opening the door, Lorena slightly froze, eyes blank.

This was it. It was going to happen. Whether she was ready or not.

“Hey.” Miguel’s calm voice pulled her back to reality. “Stay with me. Okay?” He held out his large hand for her. This time, she decided to take it. “And remember to try and fit in,” he added. Her smile quickly turned sour and annoyed.

The atmosphere was loud, a mixture of people talking and the bass of the music filling the room. The fact that the lights were out didn’t seem to matter much with the amount of strobe and neon lights flashing within the bar. Lorena noticed Miguel quickly putting on a pair of sunglasses hidden in his jacket pocket. “I thought you said we needed to fit in,” Lorena stated as the two walked towards a high top near the bar. “I did. And?” “You really think you’re blending in with a pair of sunglasses on indoors? At night? In a club?” Lorena joked. “The lights hurt my eyes,” Miguel said, puppy dog hurt. Lorena had to fight to contain the laughter rising in her chest.

Once they sat down, and the reality of events settled down on Lorena, she began to look around the club. People sprayed out on couches, drunkenly conversing or making out. People out on the dance floor. Men walking into booths in the back, shielded by curtains. Eddie was probably in one of those. “I’m heading to the bar. You want anything?” Miguel asked, snapping her out of her daze. “Uhhhh, just get me something strong,” she brushed off, still not entirely paying attention. He shrugged and walked off to the bar.

Lorena continued to inspect the area, her thoughts bouncing all over the place. What did this Eddie look like? Did he have black hair instead? Was his voice higher? Her Eddie always had a particularly deep tone. Smooth like silk as well. She would spend days on end focusing on the way he would say a single sentence back when she was first crushing on him. Would he act like her Eddie? She realized quickly she probably wouldn’t get the opportunity to find out. She didn’t necessarily want to find out anyways.

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Would she have to kill him again? Would Miguel make her?

The smack of the glass on the table brought her back to reality. “You weren’t really specific, so I just got you a negroni,” Miguel said, open bottle of beer in his hand. Without a second thought, Lorena downed half the glass just then, proven to be a mistake with how strong the drink actually was. Her mouth curled inwards as her eyes shut closed, letting out a few coughs quickly after.

Miguel laughed slightly, and slammed his hand against her back to help her cough. “What the fuck was that?” “Hey, you told me to get you something strong!” Miguel defended. “I thought you were gonna get me a margarita or something,” Lorena said, rubbing her chest with her hand. “Haven’t had alcohol in more than a year and you hit me with that straight away,” she said to herself. Subconsciously, he handed her his bottle. “Take a sip of that then.” She smiled to herself as she put her lips to the bottle and took a good sip of the beer. “Better?” he asked, like she was a child. “Yes, thank you for your charity sir, you’re so kind,” she responded sarcastically.

“Find anything interesting yet?” Miguel asked, taking back the bottle. Lorena’s eyes went back to the curtains. “Those booths back there look promising. Are we sure he’s here yet though?” Lorena asked. “I have a hunch.” Lorena looked up at Miguel, annoyance on her face. “We’re going…off of a hunch?�� “Just trust me on this okay.” Lorena sighed and took another sip of her own drink, wincing again when she put it back down.

Her eyes were drawn away from the drapes and over to the lit up dance floor. She had always been the first one to bring her friends to dance with her when she was younger. Seeing it again brought feelings flooding back to her heart. Spontaneously, she jumped up from her chair and held out her hand to Miguel. “...What are you doing?” he asked, incredibly confused.

“You said we had to blend in, right? We’ll do that better if we’re out there dancing,” she said. “Oh, no way. I don’t dance, chiquita,” he said, almost embarrassed. “Oh come on, for someone with your build? You’ve definitely danced before. Don’t be a debby downer Miggy,” she encouraged, both of them caught slightly off guard by the nickname slip. He rolled his head back, wiped his hands over his face, and let out a deep, annoyed groan. Once he stood up though and took her hand, it was impossible for Lorena to lose the smile growing on her face. “You’re taking the lead though, Loré,” he said, having come up with a nickname for her as well. She hoped the sunglasses he had on would keep him from seeing the blush on her face.

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They didn’t.

Hand in hand, Lorena led Miguel over to the brightly lit floor, music blasting in the speakers next to them. Miguel stook out like a sore thumb, his huge build making him extremely identifiable among the other strangers on the floor. Lorena fit right in though, immediately beginning to dance to the blasting music. Miguel tried his best to copy her moves, but ended up looking like a fool. “You were right, you really aren’t that good at this,” Lorena teased. “Ha ha, very funny,” Miguel said monotonically. As the music changed slowly to a slower pace, they noticed the people around them grouping to dance into a pairs. She looked up to Miguel. He raised his eyebrow at her, asking her without words. Her smile was confirmation, as they inched towards each other.

Almost as if they were pre-programmed to do so, Lorena wrapped her arms around Miguel’s neck, and his wrapped around her hips. They swayed together slowly to the music, melting into each others touch. He rested his head on her shoulder, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on her skin.

“This isn’t my wheelhouse,” he quietly whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Why, better when other music is playing?” she whispered back sarcastically. “Everyone here’s lucky they aren’t playing salsa right now, or I’d be stealing the show.” Lorena let out a laugh. “Is that so?” He nodded, a huge smirk on his face. “I’m more of mambo person myself,” she responded. He smiled at her remark. “You’ll have to teach me some day.”

She struggled to keep the smile on her face as those words entered her head. You’ll have to teach me some day. She hadn’t even begun to think about it. What she would do after this mission was over. The whole point of doing this was so she could be granted her freedom. She wanted it so badly a couple of days ago. But now. She hadn’t even thought of staying as a possibility. Because to her, it wasn’t. She couldn’t invade Miguel’s life like that. She wasn’t even 100% sure how she felt about him, much less on how he felt about her. Besides, no matter how much she just wanted to settle down with someone. To live an actual life. She didn’t deserve it.

Pulling away from him was like separating herself from her source of life, but she did it anyways. “You okay?” Miguel asked concerned. “Yeah, I just gotta freshen up for a second,” she said, wiping her nose. She turned around quickly to get away. Too quickly though, bumping into someone’s back on her way to the bathroom.

Knocked off her balance, and her headband knocked out of her hair, she fell to the floor on her ass. “Sorry about that,” she said, slightly dissociated, reaching out for her headband. The stranger also reached down to help with her headband. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it gorgeous.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

That voice.

“Don’t lose your heart.”

She desperately wanted to keep her eyes glued to the floor. She didn’t want to look at him. But she had to keep her cover up. So she did, as slowly as she could though. And it was the worst possibly outcome.

He looked just like him. Strawberry blonde hair. Deep blue eyes. Small scar just above right eyebrow. His bottom two teeth fighting for room on the bottom row of his mouth. There was only one difference though. One of her favorite parts about him. This Eddie was missing his freckles. His beautiful light brown freckles.

She gave the stranger with her dead boyfriend’s face a strained smile while she grabbed her headband and rushed behind to the door. Her own brain pounding in her head was too loud for her to hear Miguel as she nearly ran passed him. She slammed the door to the outside open as she took in the air like it was her first breath ever. Even if she was outside now, she kept running. She sprinted down the streets, not taking any of her surroundings into account. She saw him in everyone’s face. His ghost had always been haunting her, but she wasn’t ready for him to move from behind her back to in front of her face. She ran so far and so fast until her legs ached, and even after that. She didn’t even know where she was going. She didn’t care. She just needed to get away from him as quickly as possible. Even if that meant leaving Miguel behind too.

Her sprint was interrupted when her foot was caught in a change in the elevation on the sidewalk. Her face slammed into the concrete sidewalk, scraping her cheek and her knees. She used the rest of her strength, all drained out from her bolting, to crawl into a nearby alley. She made her way to the back and slunk down into the corner, hoping to meld into the brick behind her. Especially if it meant she never had to see him again.

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a/n: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG OH MY GOD. sorry if i messed some stuff up with the drinks, i dont drink so i really have no idea (im just a stoner instead lmao). UGH BUT I THINK THIS WAS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER TO WRITE I LOVED IT AND I HOPE YOU GUYS DID TOO

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#miguel o'hara x oc #bite the hand #spidersona #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara #into the spider verse #fanfic #spiderman across the spiderverse #fanfiction #spiderverse #oc x miguel o'hara #spiderman oc #spiderverse oc #spiderman

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korgbelmont · 5 months

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Choices Insiders January 2024

Happy new year everyone! Hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to the year ahead!

Actually back this time with this month's Insiders. Apologies for not doing my normal post on the December Insiders, but I was just too ill to be able to focus so decided it was best to leave it.

Anyway! Here we go. New year, new post.

So I chose other and this is what I put;

Found it while scrolling for games on the playstore and thought "yeah, give that a go".

That was in 2018 and here I am haha

I haven't seen anything on Unbridled as to what people think of it, so I won't say much. I'll give it a go when it begins it's release and see what it's like.

Same as above. I'll give it a go when it begins it's release and see what it's like. Other than that, I can't say much.

Let me know what you think of both this and Unbridled if you have played them!

So slight confession with both of these. I've only got to the first two chapters of Ship of Dreams when it began it's release and I've only played the first Chapter of Cursed Heart 2. It's that thing of forgetting one week and then just keep forgetting. I am planning to catch up with it over the weekend as I am intrigued by it and even though for me it's only been one chapter, I'm interested by new characters Oleander and Jack.

I never actually attempted this. I had thought about it, but I can't remember why, but I decided not to have a go. Congrats to those who saw it all the way through!

I haven't played DnD in years, last time was not long before everything hit and my friends and I could no longer meet up to do so. But if we do decide to, I may have a look at the sheets on the wiki and pop a character in to play as haha

Having seen the official cover for Hot Shot, I know which one was used. But to be honest, a majority of covers these days are very similar, so I don't think much.

One thing I would be interested to know is what lead to choosing Ice Hockey as the sport.

Given that they mentioned the shower in particular, I'm guessing there is a scene with the MC and Love Interest in the shower.

The third image makes me think that it is going to be from the CG that is usually seen in the first chapter. Maybe the Love Interest intercepting it or something...

Putting these two as I wanted to discuss a couple things about Blades 3. Firstly, I am surprised a BK3 is happening. This one I feel is the final one as usually they only go up to 3. The second bit is that I am surprised at how early it has been currently scheduled. I can see it changing as it did happen with BK2, but yeah. Same with Crimes 3 to be honest on both points.

Okay, so a couple of new titles, but first I want to speak about The Deadliest Game as when I opened up this morning, I found out about the VIP Exclusive prequel. It has me wondering if we will see this more often or if it just a one off. It does mean though that it looks like it has something related to gambling.

Right, next up is Along Came Treble and The Ghost of Us which were announced last month. I've seen people say about how it is a music book (maybe it's meant to be a mature version of Platinum). I'll give it a go when it begins it's wide release.

The Ghost of Us sounds like a book that could be a book set in two time periods about two lovers reincarnated and their ghosts of their past selves guiding them to the other. Not much information other than the title to go on at the moment.

So the first new new title here is Filthy Rich, and to be honest, it screams that it's a more mature book.

The other new title is Hearts of Fire. I think I remember them saying about a Firefighter book at somepoint last year, and here it is.

But before all of that, there is Immortal Desires 2. I am really looking forward to this one. It was such a welcome surprise to see the 180 and have a sequel greenlit. Looking forward to more Gabriela and curious to see who the villains of this one are.

First Wide Release isn't until next month. I am curious as to why it got pushed back, maybe they're trying to keep with their VIP release schedule and keep double month releases together...

That's it for this month. As always, I will do my best to nab screenshots from one of their other social accounts and post on here.

Keep safe everyone!

#playchoices #choices insiders #thoughts and theories

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fyorina · 1 month

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carinaaa the new chapter omg 😭😭 i stayed up just to read it and you keep outdoing yourself each time!!! petition for reader to “dispose of” mori and run the pm herself 😊 readers backstory hit extra hard because i can really relate to still remaining with people who caused me harm because i thought that i owed them or had to please them but have now made a lot of progress into a healthier mindset and am rooting for reader to be able to do that herself. i truly love this whole series, pm setting is the most interesting imo and you’ve executed it beautifully! the way everything progressed with them felt very natural and it was really enjoyable to read. loved the little tidbits of lore you dropped on their past shenanigans as well. possessive characters are my favorite and i loved the portrayal of it with dazai in this fic!! on that topic, i wonder how chuuya feels about all this and how it looks from his pov if he’s really been going around with unrequited feelings for years, that brings a whole new angle of angst into the story 😭 anyways my thoughts aren’t coherent rn but i just wanted to leave a comment to express how much i love your writing and this series 🫶🏻

NONNIEEEEEE I HOPE YOU DIDNT STAY UP TOO LATE, IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST 😔😔

you have me blushing i’m weeping thank you so much 🥹 honestly i’m really excited to get more into pmreader & mori’s background, because it’s rllyyyyy complex & runs pretty deep. i’m gonna do a character sheet w her ability & a few fun facts that are gonna get into it a little but i have one fic planned that’s rlly gonna get deep into it that i’m excited for. BUT it makes me sad to hear that you relate to that part of her😔 whoever it was that made you feel that way did not deserve u precious nonnie, i’m glad you’ve gotten yourself into a healthier mindset, it makes me happy to hear 🫂

IM GLAD YOU ENJOY THE SETTING, i’m having so much fun going back and forth between fics set in the present canon verse & back to pre defection, ive left so many little tidbits in them that we’re gonna see full fics about in the future and it makes me giggle and YESSSS we love possessive characters in this house - dazai is SO ridiculously possessive over her too, was before he defected, is even more now after 💀

chuuya and reader have a rlly complex relationship actually. fun fact: they were each other’s first kiss & first time, but it was not like … romantic in anyway. i suppose ill touch on it now because my next pm reader fic is gonna get deep into it, but as we’ve seen implied in canon w kyouka and dazai, it’s pretty clear that the younger members of the pm are taught to use their bodies as means to an end for strategic purposes. pmreader was mentored by the woman that mentored kouyou for 2 years & chuuya was obviously mentored by kouyou, so kouyou figured reader’s mentor trained her in the same way kouyou was trained (she was) and directed chuuya & reader to each other, advising them to learn with each other before bringing anything to the field, so they did. THIS is when chuuya started developing a crush on her but it faded after a few months, despite what dazai thinks, but obviously reader & chuuya both care very deeply for each other.

#ᡣ𐭩 carina’s love letters #ᡣ𐭩 from user: secret admirer

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reluctant-mandalore · 7 months

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Fictober Day 2: Dancing

After a job Boba and Ann go to celebrate at a cantina. Ann is into dancing, Boba is into watching.

Warnings: established relationship (sort of its complicated), alcohol consumption, references to sex (none is actually described or shown), fluff, flirting, set pre-sarlacc, soft boba, hint of jealous Boba, aro4aro relationship, not beta read Pairing: Boba Fett x Original Character (oc: Anneliese LeClaire) Wordcount: 3,433 a/n: "hey cy did you know its December-" shhhh time is an illusion. And I am slowly working back into writing more often (mental illness is a bitch). Also this is my first time actually posting a fic for Ann and Boba. Sometime next year I would like to finally begin posting the official longfic I've been working on for them, but till then y'all will get some one shots here and there. Important things to note: Ann and Boba are both written as aro and they're in an aro4aro relationship. Ann is taller (5'10) then Boba, I wrote Boba as being 5'7 (based off Temuera's height). This one shot is also set pre-sarlacc, some years before he falls in. Ok thats it. Enjoy boba being soft and sweet with ann. :3 Translations: Mesh'la = Beatuiful, Permacrete = concrete

The cantina has an awful smell. It’s an atrocious blend of booze and sweat that makes his nose scrunch with disgust. Though the music is somehow worse. It's too loud in his ears, blasting its obnoxious tunes while the colourful lights above flash to its beat. This place is more of a nightclub than a regular old cantina in his opinion. Neither of which he really enjoys on a good day if he’s honest, but still he sits there anyway. A cup of whiskey is in his hand, and his helmet set to the side, while his eyes are trained on nothing but her.

Ann is on the dance floor. There’s a smile on her face, and her own drink in hand. Her body moves and sways to the tunes almost naturally. Weaving among the others on the floor like there’s nowhere else she belongs.

She almost seems to thrive here. Unlike him who seems out of place, and preferring to sit in a dark corner at a lonely table. He just doesn’t understand the appeal that places like this give. He really isn’t a fan of blaring music and sweaty bodies in his personal space bumping together. Unless it's among the sheets at least—and even that he’s only fond of sometimes.

It doesn’t take long for someone to take an interest in her. Someone other than Boba of course. Someone always does when they come to these places. And he can feel himself pause mid-sip, as he watches the person move in closer to her. A bit too close for his liking. The two of them begin to dance together rather than alone, and he can’t help but watch a little more intensely now as they do. A pit of jealousy bubbling in his gut that he tries his best to ignore.

Boba knows he could just look away. Knows he doesn’t have to watch. Knows he has no reason to be jealous. Dancing like this means nothing to Ann. She barely even lets the other person in close enough touch. But despite the jealousy he fails miserably to keep back, there’s also something he finds enjoyable in watching her dance. He’s not even sure what it is. Maybe it has to do with how the lights reflect in her eyes as she laughs, or how beautiful her body moves with the others around her. But maybe, it is sometime else entirely.

Maybe it's because as he watches, he imagines it's him dancing with her instead.

Ann notices him watching, because of course she does, and she gives a smile. A teasing, but tiny grin, that's meant for him alone. It's a look that calms his envious thoughts, and leaves him suddenly feeling hot under his armor. The bit of jealousy he had fading into a rolling wave of desire. He almost smiles back. Almost. But he takes another sip of his drink instead. Let’s the bittersweet taste settle on his tongue to try and wash away his thoughts.

It doesn’t really work of course. Boba goes back to watching. Goes back to wondering—dreaming—about what it would be like if he was the one with her instead. He can’t seem to stop himself. Can’t stop the thoughts of how he’d look out there with her. How close she’d be to him. How breathtaking she looks. It's all swarming there in his head. A never ending tumble of thoughts and emotions that keeps him captivated with her.

At some point the person dancing with her leans closer to whisper in her ear, and suddenly he finds himself fighting off the subtle burn of jealousy again. He doesn’t even need to hear their words to know what they’re asking of her. He can’t even blame them for trying their luck, because he knows if he was in their position he would do the same. He’d honestly be surprised if they didn’t try to get Ann to come home with them that night. Not after how gorgeous she looked dancing in the nightclub lights.

Though unlike them, at least he knows he would actually have a chance. And that thought alone is what keeps him seated in place. Helps the jealousy fade again. Reminds him that he doesn't have to worry. Not with Ann. It makes him go back to just simply watching. Waiting for the answer from her that he already knows is coming.

Ann seems to say something back to them. Something he can’t quite make out, but he figures it out quickly when the dance partner finally looks his way. He almost wants to laugh at the face they make. Their smug grin drops immediately and the colour drains from their face. Most do once they realize just who exactly she’s with. His name carries weight, and if they don’t know him by name, they know him by face. Well. Helmet. And he’s made sure that trusty bucket of his is still clearly in sight.

The rumours about them have become more prevalent as of late too. People have begun to learn about Ann and Boba being… together. So to speak. The longer they worked alongside each other, the quicker the whispers among the criminal world about them being a couple had spread. Rumours about how they were more than just work partners catching before either could stop them in their place.

Boba doesn’t know how he feels about it all. At the start he hated them. Found Ann pretty annoying. Found the whispers about them together even more annoying. She was just a work partner. A skilled bounty hunter who he respected, and found he could deal with despite the irritability she caused. That was it. That's all they were.

Now it’s different of course. They’re a thing, but they’re also not a thing. Neither of them really know what they are to the other person. Especially not Boba. Most people would probably consider them lovers, and in a sense he supposes they are right to think so, but lovers feel almost too formal. But just friends? That seems to be too little. And just work partners at this point was just insulting. The bond they shared simply couldn’t be explained as being romantic or platonic. It was different. Unique. Something he hadn’t ever had with another person before.

Boba doesn’t really know what they are, but whatever it is makes Ann his, and makes him theirs. And he supposes that’s all that really matters. At least to them. To him.

The person Ann was with has vanished by the time he looks back, and she’s already returning to the table. Sliding into the seat across from him, with her cheeks flushed and a little grin on her face. “You scared away my dance partner.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He gives her a little smile in return, and taps his finger on the table. “I’ve just been here minding my business, and sipping at my drink.”

She only hums at first. Stealing his cup right from out of his hands before taking a sip herself. He doesn’t really mind. He can’t really when he sees how her nose scrunches at the taste. A deep chuckle leaving him at the sight.

“Whiskey? Again?” She grumbles. Disgusted.

“Of course.”

“You need better taste.” She lets him take the glass back, as he hums amused at her words.

“I think my taste is just fine.” He murmurs, glancing over the rim of the drink to flicker his gaze over her form, before he goes and takes another sip. She doesn’t seem to notice his once over, or if she does she doesn’t say so. “You all tired out?”

“I think I have a few more songs left.”

“Want me to get you another drink then?” He offers, and she agrees with a nod. He waves down a waiter. Orders another one for both of them. Something sweet and just barely alcoholic for her. She’s had more than enough to drink tonight, and he’s thankful she doesn’t seem to protest at the choice he makes. When he’s done and the waiter leaves he turns back to her. “Anything else I can do for you, mesh’la?”

The nickname rolls off easily from his tongue. She doesn’t know what it means, or at least he believes she doesn’t seem to know. He wouldn't be able to bare the thought if she did. Doesn’t think he could ever handle the teasing she’d subject him to if she found out he’s been calling her beautiful this whole time. He’d honestly rather die than have to deal with that.

She seems to consider his words for a moment, before finally leaning forward to rest on her arms. Her smile bright, and almost suggestive. “Well, you could come dance with me?”

It’s a question they’re both familiar with. One she always makes sure to ask when they’re out together and she’s in a dancing mood. Though his answer never seems to change. No matter how many times they come to these places, and no matter how desperately they both want him to say yes, his reply is always the same. Always.

“No.” He shakes his head, glancing down to his almost empty drink to avoid her gaze. He really needs another with the night they’re having. “You know I don’t dance.”

She hums again. Gives a little shrug. “Suit yourself.”

And that’s that. She’s not upset or mad. It’s just simple acceptance. An understanding that only she could ever seem to have for him.

When the waiter comes back with what he ordered for them, she stays to drink a little with him. Chatting about this and that. Nothing really in particular. It isn’t until she’s done her drink where she goes to leave again. Standing, she leans in close to him. Catching him off guard. She kisses his cheek before he can begin to question her over it. Her lips grazing his ear as she whispers.

“Enjoy the show Boba.”

Then with that Ann is gone again. They’re back to the dance floor before he can say anything else. Not even giving him any chance to deny that he’s been watching her. He finds himself feeling warm under his layers again. His desire still flickering in his gut. And despite it all he does exactly as she says. He begins watching her again. He enjoys the show she puts on for him. Sipping at his drink and eyeing her up as she dances the night away.

Thankfully it’s only a few more songs before they both leave. He wasn’t sure how much more he could have handled that place if he was being honest. Even if he was enjoying watching her.

Ann and him walk back to the ship in a comfortable silence. Not a word to be exchanged. She’s leaning closer to him. Fingers brushing with his as they walk, but never daring to take his hands into hers. She would never do so in public. Always making sure to never overstep with him. Something he’s always more than appreciated.

When they finally get back to the ship Bubbles the loth cat greets them happily. Meowing and rubbing against their legs, before Ann picks him up to coo at him. They both need to shower. So he lets her go first. He usually does. Sometimes they’ll shower together, but he doesn’t think he has the energy to deal with showering with Ann tonight. He has a feeling if he does it’ll end in more than just getting clean. And as fun as that can be, his exhaustion from their earlier job, combined with the alcohol raging through his system, is now proving much stronger. Maybe another night he’ll join her, but for now he just wants to relax.

When she’s in the refresher, he starts his typical nighttime routine. He has a list of things he does before bed every day. Doesn’t feel good going to sleep unless he does it. He does a quick check of the supplies, looks at the status of the ship, and then makes sure everything is where it's supposed to be on board. Once satisfied with that he goes to his weapon racks and storage. Puts away most of what he has on him before moving on to his room to start removing his armor. Making sure to give Bubbles a pat on his head in passing.

Once Ann is done it's his turn for a shower, and he couldn’t be happier for it. The warm water brings a much needed relief to his aching muscles, and the steam seems to clear his head. He can't help but stand there under the spray for a moment. He can still smell her soap in the air. It’s some type of flower. Rose, he thinks, though he can’t really be sure. He’s not exactly a floral expert after all. But whatever it may be is unmistakably her, and it has him wanting to finish cleaning himself quickly to join her back in the other room.

Ann is on his bed when he finally gets out. She sleeps more in here with him than she ever does in her own bunk now. She’s braiding her hair at the moment, and he can’t help but notice she’s wearing one of his shirts again. Bubbles is curled next to her on the bed. Already fast asleep. His soft little purrs echoing quietly in the room.

He gets himself changed into some sleepwear. Just a simple shirt and pants. Doesn’t even bother to hide himself from her as he does. They both have already seen every inch of each other by this point. He doesn’t see the point in being shy now, and he can’t deny that he likes feeling her gaze shift to him as he dresses.

Boba spares her a glance over his shoulder, and she looks away. Acts as if she wasn’t just watching him change. It seems like he isn’t the only one who likes to watch the other, and he can’t help but smirk a little at the thought. He goes back to finishing his nightly routine after he’s done. Double checks that his armor and gear is stored away how he likes it, before doing his final round of the ship. It's like second nature at this point. The way he does this every night, and knows exactly how everything ought to be on board.

When he's back in the room again she’s now resting much more comfortably on the bed. She’s leaned back against a pillow while on her datapad. Reading probably if he were to guess. She likes reading. Does so every night before sleeping. He doesn’t dare ask what it’s about. The last time he did he had to listen to her ramble about the creation and history behind permacrete for hours. And as much as he enjoys seeing how excited she gets to talk about these things with him, he can’t say he wants to listen to something like that again right before sleeping.

Usually at this point he’d have her shift over so he can join her on the bed. It's kind of cramped if he’s honest. His sleeping compartment was clearly not meant for two people. They make it work though, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like getting to be snuggled closely to Ann every night. But tonight something stops him before he goes over. There’s a weird feeling in his gut. Like something just isn’t quite right.

Boba mentally checks off everything from his routine in his head again. He hasn’t missed anything. Doesn’t think so at least. He never misses anything. But still he can’t shake that feeling. Ann must notice his unease too. She glances up at him from the datapad. Her brows creased as she eyes him.

He decides to do another walkthrough. Maybe if he does he’ll figure out what’s wrong. But he doesn’t even get to the door of his room before he stops again. From the corner of the eye he’s caught sight of his stereo. It’s an old thing that he surprises that still works. He plays it sometimes when working around the ship. Glancing from it to Ann, who is once again back to reading whatever is on her datapad, seems to make everything click into place. Suddenly the weird feeling is beginning to make sense.

Boba doesn’t really know what’s come over him, but before he can stop himself, he’s stepping over to the stereo to turn it on. The music is slow as it starts. It’s soft, gentle, and it’s nothing like what was playing at the cantina that night. It’s exactly what he needs though, and when he looks to her again to catch her gaze, he knows it's something she needed as well.

She raises a brow at him with a little grin on her face. He doesn’t say anything. Neither does she. He just holds out a hand to her. A silent question that both of them already know the answer to.

“I thought you didn’t dance.” She teases him, but still she takes his hand. Datapad already long forgotten on the bed.

Boba only lets out a huff at her words as he pulls her close to his chest. His hands slip down to her hips, while her own go to rest on his forearm. He can’t help but give her a gentle squeeze, before they settle into the music easily. Swaying together to the beat, and bodies pressed flushed together.

The two move like this for a while. Sometimes he twirls her, and she giggles, before he pulls her back in closely. Rocking with her to a gentle beat. At some point they both look at each other. Their noses brushing before their lips finally meet. The kiss is soft. It’s sweet. The thundering of his heart is so loud in his ears, and he briefly wonders if she can hear it too. Hopes she can’t, because if she can he would never live it down. He already knows that she would tease him mercilessly for the rest of his days.

When they pull back from the kiss he allows his lips to trail down over her exposed skin. Kissing and nipping at her shoulder gently. He can’t help but nuzzle himself into the crook of her neck. Pressing another soft kiss along the scarred skin there as he does. Her shoulder quickly becoming a pillow for him to lay his head against, as he can’t help but slump against her. He feels so very tired, and she is so very comfy. His eyes are heavy, and his body is sore. He wants nothing more than to lay down with her in their bed, but he still finds himself not wanting to leave her embrace quite yet.

“Someone's tired.” She whispers with a gentle hum. Her fingers coming to brush through his still damp hair.

Boba can only seem to grunt in reply at first. They’re still dancing, though they sway more gently than before now. Only little rocking movements led by Ann that has him almost lulled to sleep against her shoulder right there. At some point they stop swaying altogether. Just standing there with him snuggled into her embrace as the music still plays softly in the background.

Boba could spend the rest of his life here he thinks. Wrapped in Ann’s arms without a care in the Galaxy. Her toying with his hair and pressing sweet little kisses to his temple. In their arms he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Not clients or targets. Not the reputation he’s built and has to uphold. Here he isn’t Boba Fett, the fearsome and notorious bounty hunter. No, here with Ann he is just Boba. He’s just himself. And that is something he can only ever comfortably be with her.

After some time there, Ann goes to pull away, but his grip holds fast. His arms around her tight. When he looks up to her he sees how she smiles again. It’s cheeky, and there’s a teasing glint to her eyes that makes him warm under her gaze.

“A little longer.” He says quietly. Mumbling as he nuzzles back into her neck. “Please.”

She only hums back at first. Presses another kiss to his temple as she does. So soft and sweet. Her voice coming out just barely above a whisper when she finally replies back to him.

“A little longer.”

And with those words from her they're swaying again.

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triplesilverstar · 7 months

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Most don't look for a sandstorm

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Body dysmorphia, Pre-Canon, Illnesses, Major Illness, Major Character Injury, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Experimentation, Medical Examination, Dreams and Nightmares, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Heavy Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Fever, Running Away, Communication Failure, Soft Vash the Stampede, Mild Smut, Not Beta Read, Heartbreaking, Imprisonment, Dark Past, Murder, Cartoon Physics, Vashs' Coat as a blanket, Needles, Nightmares

Word count: Roughly 1.8K

A/N: Alright, the return of cross posting from AO3! This is also the most recently completed Fic so I feel like maybe good timing. Enjoy the first chapter of Even sand can't hide all the skeletons in your closet

Vash had to admit, he was beyond concerned at this point for your well-being and not his usual ‘lack of concern for yourself doing stupid things’ either. No this time he’d woken up one morning in the desert to see you curled into a ball shivering inside your sleeping bag and tucked into his side, drenched in sweat and a fever. That had been a week ago.

He’d quickly packed up camp and ran to the next town that as much as he knew you would have protested at being brought to one, did not have a doctor, which meant you wouldn’t be trying to fight him every step of the way. Now you were at the point where he could see you were visibly losing weight from being unable to keep anything down, even too much water at once was purged from your system. He knew you were hardy, but even you had your limits, your most recent temperature check having come in at 103 degrees Fahrenheit. This so far had been far worse than the infection incident, where the town doctor had hooked you up to an IV and you’d recovered. He knew now that as much as you needed the help if you woke up in a hospital or clinic again, it’d be another step back in your relationship for you. He knew your fears of being treated like a test subject and he couldn’t blame you, not after having a fever like this for almost a week. So at his wit's end, he started scouring the radio for news of a particular sandstorm.

Once he’d found it and the close proximity to his location he was wrapping you up to move you, much to the innkeeper's displeasure but he’d been able to smooth that away by stating you needed a doctor and the promise of a traveling doctor coming later in the week was no longer something he could wait for. Not that he was planning to wait anymore, both of your bags attached to the toma saddle and you curled up in your sleeping clothes and a sheet in front of him and he was off.

As soon as he was Home it started “Well look who finally came for a visit. What'da need this time kid?” Brad had been the one to meet him in the bay, and he paled the moment he saw your pale sweaty face. “She’s not doing well.” The back of his wrist pressed to your forehead, an inferno burning beneath your flesh, before helping Vash disentangle you from his hold. Feeling the shudders of your frame in his hold, and labored breathing, he had the first flicker of concern regarding your connection to Vash for the blond to bring you here.

“No, she’s not. I know it’s unexpected but I didn't know where else to turn. Is Luida awake?” Vash was dismounting, leaving both of your bags for now, and the toma saddled. No reason to remove anything before knowing if they could help or not.

“Yea, she is.” Almost as soon as he had both feet on the ground Vash was reaching out for you again, Brad raising an eyebrow in question “She’s a pretty close friend” a partial truth, but Vash didn’t see the harm in avoiding the news the two of you were a couple to what were his oldest friends on the planet. It might confuse the two of them before he could explain a few things “She also has a bit of an issue with strangers and doctors, so I don’t want her waking up and in her condition to start swinging at you. She can have a pretty mean left hook.”

“Not sure how mean it can be, she’s burning up” walking through the ship's hallways, Vash being as gentle as he can in his hurried steps heading towards the infirmary while Brad has gone off to find Luida.

“Almost there, Mayfly. Just don’t be too upset with me later if they can help you.” The only answer you give him is a weak moan, face turning to try and tuck more into his body.

Entering the ship infirmary and setting you down on the first gurney he sees, keeping you wrapped up in the sheet, a broken whimper passes your lips. It makes his stomach churn, watching you like this, a shaking shivering mess. Glancing around he grabs a small padded pillow from one of the other gurneys, tucking it under your head. “I know you’re hurting but hold on, just a bit longer.” Fingers running through your sweat-soaked locks, trying to keep them out of your eyes.

“Vash?” Turning back to the entrance of the infirmary at the sound of his name, Luida hustled in and to his side. Stepping back so she can place her hand on your forehead, feeling the inferno burning under your skin. “Let’s get a set of vitals going on her.”

Luida moves with the expertise of someone in her field, opening and closing drawers pulling what she needs, and attaching them to your body as needed. “Lift her up a little more Vash, I need to get this blood pressure cuff around her arm.” Moving you as asked, his heart clenching at the whine that leaves you.

“The poor thing, how long has she been like this?” her voice soft as she gets the cuff where she wants it, plugging it in, and starting the machine.

“A week” voice neutral Vash doesn’t miss the way Luida whips around to look at him, her eyes wide.

“Vash, she has a fever of 103, and her heart rate is 150. She needed serious medical help days ago.” Exasperation is lacing her tone as she speaks to him, grabbing a small light.

“I know. She’s” a hard swallow as he looks down at you, knowing you’re going to be so angry with him for this. “She’s been experimented on. A lot. She’s terrified of doctors. Luida, I didn’t know what else to do to help her.” His voice cracks as he runs his hand through your hair, pausing as your brow furrows and you shake once more.

He misses the look she sends him, too concerned with watching your face for any further sign of discomfort. A look she’s never seen Vash wear on his visage before, but she knows that look and it warms her heart for the boy she’s known for so long. “We’ll do what we can for her.”

Gaze flicks towards Luida, Vash smiles it’s small, but still, a smile when he catches her eye and sees the look in her eye.

“Looking over her vitals Vash, I’d say she has a flu or similar virus but it shouldn’t have lasted this long.” Luida is pulling more items from around the room, including a needle to take a few tubes for holding blood. “I’d like to run some tests to see if there isn’t something else in her system.”

Seeing the apparatus Vash is running his hand through your hair one more time before adjusting you, pulling your left arm away from your body, and rolling your sleeve up so Luida has easy access. A few finger presses and a rather prominent vein is showing, wrapping a piece of a rubber band above the bend of your elbow. “Hold her steady Vash.”

“I’ve got her” his voice is close to your ear, oblivious to the fact your eyes are moving beneath your eyelids. A sign you're waking up.

Opening your eyes, everything is blurry but you can make out a very familiar mop of blond hair, choosing to focus on Vash to try and get your vision back to normal. As his figure becomes clearer you can see the bags under his eyes, his face somber and you follow his line of sight.

A needle about to pierce your skin.

A needle.

It sends your body into overdrive, legs kicking out and making contact with flesh, elbows flying backward, and a gasp from above you. Rolling to your side, hissing as the pain blooms across your ribs after the shortfall. You think you hear your name being yelled out, but no one knows it. A small voice at the back of your mind tells you Vash knows it, but that voice is drowned out by your panic.

Your whole body is screaming at you, tears falling from your eyes from the added pain, realizing too late you’re tangled up in a sheet. Limbs failing to try and free yourself, rolling into something while you struggle.

Free from the sheet, a hand grasping your shoulder and from the hold you can tell the person is somewhere in front of you. Hand balling into a fist you swing, feeling the contact and hearing a gasp, you must have hit something fleshy. Your fist having connected with Vash’s midsection, spittle flying from his mouth.

“I’m gonna feel that one for a few days” tumbles from his lips, wincing. “Come on Mayfly, I need you to calm down. We need to figure out what’s wrong with you.”

In your haze everything sounds like you’re underwater, unable to make out the words, vision clearing to see Vash on his knees in front of you. Brain pounding in your skull. A cry of pain as your body keeps objecting to moving, panic subsiding enough when you realize you hit Vash.

“Sun-shine” feeling your body slump, everything you’d done too much of a strain on you in your weakened state, flopping to the floor. More tears running down your face, you’d hit Vash, the anguish of knowing you’d struck him causing you to shiver for an entirely different reason.

Wasting no time, Vash dashes forward wrapping his arms around you from behind, using his legs to lock your body in place. Looking at Luida who’s been grabbing a new needle and tubes. “Let’s try this again, I’ve got her.”

Hobbling the older woman drops down beside the two of you, placing the needle in your vein and attaching the first tube. “At least as dehydrated as she is, she has good blood flow.”

Vash can only watch you, releasing his grip once Luida has all that she needs, holding the cotton against your elbow and pulling you up from being sprawled on the floor, body still trembling.

Settling you back against his body, grip tight enough to keep you from slumping forward but loose enough that you can move, body curling up onto itself as you shake back in the grip of your sickness. Whispering how he’s got you in your ear, answered by a whimper and Vash can only hope Luida is ok from being on the receiving end of your kick. “Just stay with me, Mayfly. We’re in the one place that I can promise doesn’t want to see what makes you tick.”

Luida doesn’t miss the press of his lips to the side of your forehead, or how tender his hold on you is. Moving as quickly as she can to get the tests running, even if it will be a few hours before the first few tests are finished.

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jvten · 8 months

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YOSHI ALSTAD: Ice Jotunn

YOSHI ALSTAD, formerly Yoskav, used to only live within the 19th century, but upon meeting Jayn Liu who had fallen out of time into his world, well, he fell in love. Yoshi had been in self-exile for only a few years, keeping himself hidden in his other form – a polar bear – but realising that he must reveal the truth to Jayn if he wants to help her as much as possible, he learns how to be human again, both with practice and with every day spent with Jayn.

However, there was one last secret he had kept from his beloved – he used to be a prince. A prince of Svalbard, which, in his world, was the capital of Norway (instead of Oslo being such). While Svalbard was outwardly a picture-perfect kingdom, it was built on lies, deception and corruption, made as such by the late King Ivar Bjornstad, Yoshi’s adopted father. King Ivar had trained Yoshi to be a killing machine, whilst neglecting his two other children Natya and Ruv, with the intention to make Yoshi hunt down an entity extremely crucial to his plans… the Harbinger. It was prophesied that one day the Harbinger would appear, and that they could control the Aurora Borealis itself, making them extremely powerful. But Ivar died in battle before he could tell his son his plans. Upon his father’s death, Yoshi ran away, wanting to throw away every horrible thing he had done and start anew.

But his past had come back to him as Yoshi, Jayn and their crew of friends had to visit Norway… and this simple appointment turned into something akin to a war. It had turned out that Natya had been attempting to finish what her father started, and that was to control the gateways in their world and allow them to travel to other worlds in hopes of conquering them. She was eventually defeated, and is now in exile. And now that there are no secrets between Jayn and Yoshi, they can only hope that things will be better than before… even if Jayn starts to wonder how powerful she really is. But all Yoshi can do is help her out and support her, even as Jayn -- as well as the other Vanguard -- starts to become mysteriously ill...

PERSONALITY: Optimistic, kind, caring, loyal, considerate, scary if provoked lol

WEAPON: Switches from warhammer to wide-bladed sword

POWERS/ABILITIES:

Shapeshifting (can turn into a large polar bear)

This also allows him the ability to communicate with other animals

Enhanced strength (legit just super strength, nothing is really heavy to him) and stamina

Enhanced senses due to bear form

Ice manipulation (can control ice and even weaponise it by creating spikes/spires from it)

Weapon summoning

VOICE CLAIM: Matt Lanter

See you at the next character sheet! <3

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grailfinders · 2 years

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Fate and Phantasms #295: Van Gogh

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’re happy to bring you the first of the two servants introduced in the Imaginary Scramble, van Gogh! Van Gogh is one of Europe’s most famous painters, most famous for his- er… her? Yes, it looks like a her, eccentricities and battle with mental illness. Van Gogh’s class combination should be familiar for any fans of Hokusai in the audience, as she shares their mix of Creation Bard and Warlock. That, however, is where their similarities end, as instead of a Hexblade, van Gogh gains her power from a Great Old One. We will explain more in her build breakdown, but be prepared for spoilers surrounding her character. Spoilers that are technically two years old by this point, but spoilers nonetheless.

You'll find her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Coming Next: Yes, we’ve found him.

Race and Background

Van Gogh is of course, a Huma- no, she is apparently a Water Genasi. Strange. Thankfully the Genasi people received quite the strengthening when Mordenkainen presented his Monsters of the Multiverse (despite not being very monstrous), so playing one is much more interesting. You can now pick between a small or medium size upon creation, which we will take advantage of to highlight van Gogh’s diminutive nature. She also gains a swimming speed equal to her walking speed, Acid Resistance, and is Amphibious, allowing her to breathe air and water. Finally, you gain a Call to the Wave, giving you the Acid Splash cantrip immediately, and leveled spells as you level up, noted in her character sheet. You will be able to cast those spells once per day without expending a spell slot, or by using your spell slots like any other spell. Similar to your future spells, these will also use your Charisma to cast them.

You can choose whatever ability scores you prefer now, but for this build you should stick with +2 Dexterity and +1 Charisma.

You gained knowledge that should not exist during your time alone, and that is why you are a Hermit, giving you proficiency in Medicine and Arcana instead of religion. I do not know what you found, but it is certainly no god humanity has ever worshipped.

Ability Scores

Your power comes from painting, as well as how much your patron likes you that day. Both of those require high Charisma. After that, your Intelligence. Your own servant biography calls you “cunning”, though it isn’t necessarily needed for this build. Your Dexterity should also be quite good, you will need it if you plan to fight in nothing but your coveralls. Your Wisdom should also be above average. You have your own unique way of seeing the world, but it works for you. That means your Constitution is not particularly high, and we’re dumping Strength. If you weren’t a foreigner, you would be a caster.

Class Levels

1. Bard 1: To no-one’s surprise, the artist is a bard. This gives you proficiency in Dexterity and Charisma saves, as well as three skills of your choice. I would suggest you grab Performance for your painting abilities, as well as Nature and Perception to paint landscapes like no-one else can.

As a bard, you also gain Bardic Inspiration, which you can use a number of times per long rest equal to your Charisma modifier. As a bonus action, you can give a d6 to another party member, which they can then add to any skill check, saving throw, or attack roll before they learn the outcome of their roll.

Furthermore, you can now cast Spells using your Charisma as a base for your spell attack rolls and save DCs. For cantrips, I would suggest Dancing Lights for some quick dashes of color, and Message for your first bouts of unsettling mental powers from your eldritch patron. You can also curse enemies for the first time with Bane, reducing their saving throws and attack rolls by 1d4 for up to a minute if they fail a Charisma save first. You can also use Color Spray or Disguise Self to paint the world more thoroughly, and inspire your allies to perform acts of Heroism when you eat away at their curses.

2. Bard 2: At second level, you use your eldritch knowledge to become a Jack of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to all ability checks you are not proficient in. It is worth noting, ability checks cover skill checks, as well as any check using your regular ability scores. Most notably, this includes flat strength checks against being grappled, and your initiative rolls. Your paintings become even more inspiring as well, giving your allies Magical Inspiration. Now they can add their d6 to the healing or damage caused by a spell they cast.

Outside of combat, you can perform a Song of Rest while you paint, giving your allies an extra d6 of healing over a short rest.

As for your spell, pick up Dissonant Whispers, both to shore up your lacking direct offense and to frighten your party as you do so.

3. Bard 3: At level three you gain Expertise in Performance and Nature, doubling your proficiencies in these skills. You also become a College of Creation bard, giving you access to a Note of Potential and a Performance of Creation. The former adds more effects to your inspiration when it is used for one of its three standard uses. If it improves an ability check, the user can roll the die twice and use the higher number. On an attack roll, the user will deal thunder damage to each creature next to the target of the attack if they fail a constitution save. Finally, on a saving throw it will grant the user temporary HP equal to the number rolled plus your charisma modifier.

With the latter, you can spend an action to create a nonmagical action for a number of hours equal to your proficiency bonus. You can do so once per long rest, or by spending a second level spell slot. As an additional stipulation, it can only cost a number of GP equal to twenty times your bard level. The time limit involved certainly isn’t ideal, but sometimes you simply need a replacement paintbrush.

You can also use Lesser Restoration to heal an ally of a disease or from certain conditions, such as Blinded, Deafened, Paralyzed, or Poisoned. We are still working on giving you the ability to end curses, but it is a start.

4. Bard 4: Fourth level bards gain their first Ability Score Improvement, and I would strongly recommend you improve your Charisma first and foremost. That will give you stronger spells, as well as more inspiration to give to your friends.

You can also assault your enemies minds this level, either through the cantrip Vicious Mockery or the spell Phantasmal Force. One creates auditory illusions, the other visual. You can still cause plenty of damage no matter which you use.

5. With your fifth and final level of bard, your inspiration dice increase to d8s, and you become a Font of Inspiration. This means your inspiration resets every short rest, rather than only long rests. You also gain a third level spell. Plant Growth can be used to improve an area’s crop yield, but you can also use it for more short-term gains, like creating a group of sunflowers to hamper your enemies’ scamper.

6. warlock 1: bompin on over to warlock gets you some power from vulthoom, a great old one plant. this means you get pact magic, which is kinda like regular magic but it recharges on short rests. still uses your charisma tho. you also get an awakened mind, so you can telepathically talk to other creatures within 30 feet of you, even if you don’t share a language!

for your spells, grab eldritch blast for some not-caster balls, booming blade to power up your sunflower, and hex and cause fear to make curses out the wazoo for your enemies! the wazoo is the worst place to get a curse come out of.

7. warlock 2: second level warlocks learn eldritch invocations, so u can give yourself plenty of fun little toys to help you along your way. toys like an armor of shadows that lets you use mage armor on yourself all the time for an additional +3 to your ac, and devil’s sight that gives you the ability to see in magical darkness! gotta be able to paint that starry night, after all!

you can also cast arms of hadar now to blast sunflowers or maybe tentacles all around you, dealing damage to everyone nearby. be careful with this one! you can’t protect your friends from it!

8. warlock 3: third level warlocks get their pact boon! i’m not super sure what kind of weapon a sunflower counts as, but whatever it is i bet the pact of the blade will let you make it!

you can also use misty step now! tbh teleporting back and forth with the battle animations probably shouldn’t be counted, but being able to teleport is always cool!

9. Warlock 4: whatever you use as your sunflower it’s got a chainsaw function so it’s definitely a Slasher. that’ll bump up your dexterity for a better AC and probably better melee damage, and it also lets you reduce a target’s speed by 10 feet after you hit them with slashing damage. on top of that, your critical slashing hits give a target disadvantage on all attacks for a round.

we’ve gotten some blasty spells, some utility, but now it’s time we got better at painting. grab the Minor Illusion cantrip for free canvas wherever you go as long as you’re willing to paint still life, and Mirror Image so you can nail those self-portraits. this spell makes three illusory copies of you that always share your space. if you would get hit, you roll a d20. on a six or higher, it targets a duplicate instead of you, and if it connects the illusion is shattered. then you have to roll an 8 with two duplicates, or an 11 with one. the spell only lasts a minute, but that’s a minute you don’t have to worry about your other ear getting chopped off.

10. Warlock 5: at fifth level again you get a Sign of Ill Omen letting you cast Bestow Curse once a day with a warlock spell slot. kind of weird that the ooky spooky class doesn’t get that spell in its list, but at least you can cast Remove Curse more often than that.

11. Warlock 6: sixth level goolocks have an Entropic Ward thanks to their mastery of understanding how the physical body moves and takes up space. art terms. you can now use your reaction to enforce disadvantage on a creature once per short rest, and if they miss you get advantage on your next attack against it. sort of the polar opposite of reckless attack, I guess.

you also can apply a coat of pain-t to all your attacks with a spirit shroud, adding extra cold, radiant, or necrotic to all your attacks targeting someone within 10’ of you, and preventing their healing for a round if the attack lands. if an enemy starts its turn in that same area, they’ll even be slowed down by all the fresco on the floor. I’m like 99% sure van Gogh didn’t use fresco in his works, but then again you’re not van Gogh, are you?

12. Warlock 7: seventh level warlocks get access to fourth level spells, as well as more powerful invocations like Dreadful Word. that sucker lets you cast Confusion once per day with a warlock spell slot, forcing a wisdom save on all creatures in a 10’ radius sphere. if they fail, they have to roll on a table before they take their turn, usually eating their entire turn and making them pretty much useless. they also get another save at the end of each of their turns.

you also finally learn enough to paint landscapes now, with Hallucinatory Terrain. You can’t paint buildings with this spell, but you can make any 150’ cube look like a different terrain entirely. this doesn’t change how the terrain actually feels though, so don’t try to cross any ravines you painted over.

13. Warlock 8: use this ASI to max out your Charisma for your strongest spells and most inspirational inspiration ever! you also get another fourth level spell like Evard’s Black Sunflowers, turning a 20’ square into difficult terrain, and if any creature walks in or starts their turn there, they have to make a dexterity save to avoid being restrained by the flowers.

14. Warlock 9: once you get the lance of lethargy invocation, you’ll be able to apply that painterly effect to all of your eldritch blasts. to one of your eldritch blasts. but it works every turn, so that’s a plus.

if you want to do a bigger thing in that turn, you can instead use the fifth level spell Synaptic Static to force an intelligence save on every creature in a 20’ radius, blasting them with paint that has “a mysterious color, unlike any seen on earth”, and if they fail the take 8d6 psychic damage and are so dazzled they reduce all their attacks, checks, and concentration saves by a d6 for up to a minute, though they get another intelligence save each round. that’s pretty curse-y if I do say so myself.

15. Warlock 10: tenth level goolocks gain a Thought Shield, so your mind cannot be read unless you allow it. any mage worth their salt knows mind reading tricks, and you don’t want your secrets getting out before they’re supposed to. sorry for the spoiler back in level 11, but you didn’t have this then. also, you take half damage from psychic damage, and reflect any you take back to the user. foreigners are supposed to be super effective against each other, but this is a pretty nice leg up on the competition.

you can also use Prestidigitation now. Prestidigitation! the cantrip all builders use when they’re out of ideas! get yours today!

16. Warlock 11: eleventh level warlocks get their first Mystic Arcanum, a sixth level or higher spell that you can cast once per day without spending a spell slot. basically, WotC thought giving you refillable ninth level slots would be OP, and this was the bandage they came up with to stop that.

for another big blast of sunflowers, use Circle of Death to make a 60’ radius sphere that forces a constitution save on every creature inside, dealing a bunch of necrotic damage to anything inside. weirdly enough it’s deals a fireball’s worth of damage, but that ridiculously huge radius helps make up for that, considering how late you’re getting this spell.

17. Warlock 12: if you thought the necrotic train was stopping there, you’re sorely mistaken! pick up the Lifedrinker invocation to add a little necrotic spice to your sunflower, giving it +5 damage with every hit.

You also get one last ASI, so bump up your Constitution for better HP and better concentration saves. your illusions and curses depend on it!

18. Warlock 13: thirteenth level warlocks get seventh level spells, and if you want an opponent to stop using skills, there’s no better option than Power Word Pain. If your target has less than 100 HP and it can be charmed, it’s subjected to “crippling pain”. their words, not mine. while affected, the target has a max speed of 10’, and has disadvantage on all saves, attacks, and checks other than constitution saves, which it can make each turn to escape. it also has to make a constitution save every time it tries to cast a spell, or it wastes the usage. It’s a worse feeblemind, but we need that eighth level spot for something spicy.

19. Warlock 14: a fourteenth level goolock can Create Thralls as an action, touching an incapacitated humanoid and charming it indefinitely, until its curse or charmed effect is removed, or you make another thrall. you can communicate with the creature telepathically as long as you’re on the same plane. that’s almost definitely not an ability you get in FGO, but I guess it’s like, spores? you’re working with a plant after all. maybe one of those fungi that makes ants stand on the end of grass blades.

20. Warlock 15: your final invocation is Witch Sight, letting you see the true form of any shapechanger or creature hidden by illusion or transmutation magic within 30’ of you. no this is not entirely based on that Doctor Who episode hush. but watch it, it’s really good.

your final spell not only creates your most deadly sunflower patch yet, but it also finally gives you a use for your devil’s sight! Maddening Darkness creates a 60’ sphere of magical darkness, and any creature that starts its turn inside or enters must make a wisdom save or take psychic damage. it’s not a particularly powerful 8th level spell, but it lasts ages, it’s big, and it’s flavorful.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

you are really good at pinning people down by shutting off their speed, no matter how fast they are. by combining slasher or your lance of lethargy with a spirit shroud, you can reduce the average movement of 30’ down to just 10. On top of that, you can use power word pain with one of the previously mentioned options to reduce their movement to 0 no matter how fast they should be!

you’re also great at seeing, which doesn’t sound that special until your party’s stuck in magical darkness. you can not only see through that darkness, but you can even see invisible or disguised creatures, instantly giving you a leg up over illusionists and shapechangers.

while you have much less melee support than Hokusai, you make up for it by having more offensive spells than them. a majority of their spells were illusions or moving water around, so in contrast you have much more variety in terms of damage types, with necrotic, cold, bludgeoning, and even a little bit of radiant if you so wish.

Cons:

while you have plenty of damage types, your save types are a little more restricted. a lot of your best spells use wisdom saves, or rely on the target’s ability to be charmed, which means they’ll be a lot less useful against powerful opponents.

we spent a whole feat and boon on your melee, but since we didn’t really focus anything else there, you’d probably be better off just fully focusing on casting or getting more health for your concentration checks.

thanks to your dip in bard, you have plenty of low-level slots to play with, but your options for higher level spells are more limited. basically, fight smarter, not harder.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #van Gogh

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skiniibuniii · 8 months

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my dream room

the rest of the house wouldnt matter, i wouldnt leave my room.

the walls would be painted black. pink shelves sit, cluttered and haphazardly nailed apon them. manga of all colors cover the many of shelves, while the rest hold sakura hatsune miku and my melody and kuromi figures. the door is too close to it's second wall to hold a shelf. on the other side of the door, theres a metal coat hanger covered in black hoodies and coats and my white plush bunny backpack.

following the wall to the right-hand corner is a big stuffed animal pile. soft plushies of sanrio characters and my little ponies and gloomy bears and gloomy bunnies (my favorites). against both the right wall and the wall parallel to the door sits my bed. my cute pastel-rainbow comforter is kicked off the end of the bed, showing the black sheets underneath. white you cant see the blood stains very well, suspiciously places white smears shine throughout the sea of black. my big unicorn lays on top, against the wall with one of his arms out reaching as if he is saying "itll be okay, come give me a hug." his head rests apon my vintage carebears pillowcases, ive had thouse since i was a little kid. my favorite gloomy bunny, the pink one with rainbow ears and feet, sit on my pillows. even with the cum and blood and crumbs in the bed, it seems so welcoming and comforting. as if nothing more in the world would feel safer than snuggling up in that dirty bed.

the wall next to the bed has a nightstand. small and wood, shittily painted white. atop it sits a bottle of vodka, a boxcutter, and 2 razor blades. one of them is new, i guess the other one is getting dull. My computer's here too, kinda surprised i didnt just leave it on the bed again.

next to that, a window with both blackout curtains and sheer pink curtains. you dont need to see the sun if you cant bare it, but if you can, you can at least see it cute and sweet like candy.

most of the shelves sit on this wall. between two of them sits a collage of both Kurt Cobain and photos of my mother when she was my age. Kurt and Courtney's love sweetly contrast my mother's red hair blue cardigan vodka holding teen photos. Theres some photos of her at Rocky, too. my grandpa used to tell me never to become my mother, before he got cancer. i didnt become her, pop-pop, i became worse.

the final corner of the room, basically in front of the door, sits a dresser overflowing with black and white and red and pink clothing. most of my clothes are stolen from clothing donation boxes outside the grocery store. i tear them up and dye them with arylic paint and scribble on them with sharpies in and pathetic attempt to feel unique and express myself. as if i change my clothes enough to need all of them.

on top of the dresser if another old photo of my mom. black and white, wearing my favorite sweater. next to it sits Shadow's ashes and leash. i can never bring myself to get rid of it. next to that, a spider corpse i preserved when i was 13. somehow it still hasnt decomposed, ive never changed the alcohol in it. next to that, the skull of a deer. i watched that deer decompose over a year or so when i was 14. ill never know how it died, but ill cherish its beautiful life forever as it sits on my dresser.

you can watch me walk back into my room now. i act like youre not standing oddly at my dresser as i stumble back into my bed. im wearing a black tank top and pastel purple velvety shorts. god knows how long ive been ana, yet somehow my fatass is still 140lbs. my left arm is covered in cuts, to the point it looks like there isnt even skin there anymore. my right arm just has a few deep ones, same with my left thigh. my right thigh has a huge heart carving within it, right above the knee. i hope you think its as pretty as i do, ive been working on it since i was 12. i curl up into the arms on my unicorn, wrapping them around me. i reach for my laptop and turn it slightly so it doesnt hurt my eyes to look at.

i think its time for you to go.

thank you for stepping into my mind.

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noirlevity · 2 years

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CW: voyeurism ; R18

_____________________ Abhorrent. That was what it was. The gears in Tadashi's mind begin to turn then come to a sudden halt. The unease and distress that engulfed his whole body prevented him from thinking further. He shifts his eyes to the side and bites his lip. If he doesn't concentrate hard enough he'll have to pay attention to the echoing sound of Ainosuke's moans. He'll have to unwillingly notice the lewd noises of skin against skin. Tadashi cannot take more of that. The last thing he wants to hear is the squelching sound of when his master opens himself up to be penetrated; his cries of pleasure. Ainosuke had gotten into the habit of making him sit through his so-called "trysts". His master wants to be seen but he cant risk being exposed. The only person who can help him w/ his kink was Tadashi. & so Tadashi forces his thoughts to wander. He succeeds. He doesn't hear anything. His thoughts were blank… until he heard Ainosuke call his name. Was the deed finally done? Tadashi raises his head & takes a quick glance where Ainosuke and the stranger were doing the deed. His master was scrambling for purchase at the sheets calling his name, debauched and clearly in some sort of trance. The other guy was saying some dirty stuff abt who Tadashi was for Ainosuke and it made Tadashi hear sirens.

His heart was beating so hard in his chest.

His blood for some unknown reason ran cold and then anger lit up his whole chest to force him to rush out from behind the curtain partition and knock the guy out. It was out of character and it made Tadashi curse. He has done it now. This time he really could not handle anymore of it. Why does he have to sit through this? He respected Ainosuke's proclivities but why does he have to involve him in them? Ever since he was asked to watch he has been troubled by many fantasies and weird desires. Most of them criminal.

Ainosuke heard a thud but didn't mind. Tadashi walked to the bed. W/o any warning, he forcibly thrust inside Ainosuke earning a pained shriek from his master. However, Tadashi knew this amount of pain wasn't Ainosuke's limit and so he greedily moved against him. "Tada... Aah~" "Wait..." Tadashi didnt hear whatever Ainosuke was saying. All he thought abt was how much he wanted to break him. The pain was becoming unbearable for Ainosuke but for some reason he wanted more of it. He didnt hold back his voice. Good thing they were in a soundproof room. Tears started to pool in his eyes as he felt both pain and pleasure from the intensity of Tadashi's thrusts. The next day, Tadashi made sure Ainosuke had no need for his trysts anymore. He did everything himself. He recorded their "intimacy". The day after that, he strapped Ainosuke to the bed and forced him to watch their sex tape. Tadashi let out all the lewd things he's been thinking. He didn't care anymore. He prattle on and on abt his fantasies as he forced Ainosuke to watch their tape. "Its fine if you fire me." Tadashi says suddenly. "But Ill have you know that the moment you do I will release this video for all to see." He's truly gone insane. Tadashi thinks as he let himself go on autopilot. If somehow Ainosuke manages to escape. Tadashi was considering murdering him and then killing himself after. He truly had become twisted now. Ainosuke just stared at him aghast. It was clear on his face that he wasn't expecting this. Maybe there was some kind of misunderstanding. Ainosuke wasn't sure. He pressed and pressed Tadashi and now it came to this. Despite that,he felt his heart fill with warmth. His heart beat rapidly against his chest. He was excited. "Tadashi, you're mistaken." Ainosuke began. "You don't need to go this far because the truth is…" Ainosuke stopped mid sentence when he saw how troubled Tadashi was. "Aww puppy." Tadashi lifts his downtrodden eyes and stares at his master. Maybe he really went overboard this time. "Come here puppy," Ainosuke goaded. Tadashi crawls to the bed and sits beside Ainosuke. Obedient and docile, he was the ideal puppy this time. "I may have enjoyed this too much." Tadashi furrowed his brows in confusion. "I wanted to do this kind of thing with you for the longest time. I may have pushed you too far than expected. Hmmm, "What's with that look? Of course I won't leave you. Of course we'll be together forever. Didn't I say before that you're mine for the rest of our lives? Silly pup," "Then why do you…" "Because you're never honest with your feelings. Just tell me you want me because I want you too. Our feelings are mutual. There shouldn't be any problem but you're so hard to deal w/. I have no intention of denying any of your fantasies. Criminal or not." Tadashi flushed scarlet. He was so embarrassed w/ himself. "Well I am willing to do it, in a safe environment of course where none of us will actually die or get hurt." "Sorry." Tadashi responds despondently. "No need to be sorry. I also need to learn how not to be too indulgent with you. Look at these marks all over my body. My ass still hurts." Knowing he was in the wrong, Tadashi sighed and took off Ainosuke's binds. The two of them sat there and continued to watch the mess they both made of each other yesterday. Ainosuke's eyes lit up excitedly as he watched himself cry as Tadashi penetrated him forcefully. "We should do that again. I enjoyed it." Now thoughts clear, Tadashi responds, "Don't be too indulgent next time. I look like a maniac. And you look like you're in so much pain. Tadashi paused. "Sorry." Ever since then Tadashi has been overly sweet and kind towards Ainosuke. Ainosuke relished it. He thought to himself that maybe this kind of vanilla play was enough for now.

#fics #tadaai #sk8 the infinity #tadashi kikuchi #ainosuke shindo

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sophiegsart · 7 months

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Letterpress Workshop (from 16.10.23)

I unfortunately missed this Workshop due to being ill so here is an about and steps Used (Above is the an image of the final outcome from my group):

There are 4 ways to do letterpress printing, the workshop used metal, lead type printing, but I will be talking about both lead type printing and letterpress plates.

For Lead type printing:

A wooden box with divided sections used to hold movable type for letterpress printing is called a type case. Every type case has all the digits, capital and lowercase letters, punctuation, ligatures, special characters, and spaces needed for a specific typeface in a specific point size and style. Lines of type are set on metal composing sticks in letterpress printing. First item placed in the composition stick is a lead slug, measuring six points think. In the composing stick, metal type is set one letter at a time, from left to right. Before setting a new line of type, a piece of lead that is two points thick is placed on top of the previously set line. To guarantee that the metal type is securely locked in place, you can use wooden blocks that are positioned in the gaps between the frame and the type. Additionally, quoins (metal-toothed wedges) are added to provide pressure or tension in order to lock all the components firmly.The metal chase is inserted into the Press after a your ink has been chosen. The lever, fly wheel, and foot pedal are used to operate the press. As the press operates, ink rollers cover the type the press is manually fed paper. The ink is able to print on it through a clamping action.

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Printing plates:

Using a film processor, the graphics are first converted into a litho film in order to create the printing plates. After that, the plates are covered with a vacuum sheet and placed inside the platemaker machine with the litho film photography on top of them. In order to transfer the graphics to the printing plates, the platemaker machine next exposes the plates and litho film to UV light. After being cleaned with water, the plates are allowed to cool. To harden and stabilise them for the printing process, they are ultimately exposed to UV light once more. The letters or images that are pressed in are often achieved through the debossing (depressed affect) effect that letter printing produces in the print.

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suncast-moth · 9 months

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I decided to make fresh character sheets for some of my moths.

Here they are. And imma ramble a bit about them too, bc I wanna infodump.

First off, we have Lazer.

Lazer is a feisty little man. He's constantly itching to throw a punch, hence, why he may or may not have decided to start a fight club with a local sasquatch that is far off in the woods from the moth village.

However, Lazer can and will be extremely protective of those he considers friends, despite how rude and brash he may be.

Next up, are Wave and Droplet.

Wave and Droplet happen to be twins. Within this world of moths, there are some that are more powerful than others, such as those with power over the elements and weather. Such as this little duo.

These two happen to have more control over water, if you couldn't tell by designs or their names. Wave is the elder, much more calm and stoic of the two. Having more control over salt water, rather than the freshwater that Droplet works.

Droplet, however, is much more bubbly and joyful, finding admirable qualities in just about everything. Though, despite this, he ironically has a fear of what lurks deep within the waters.

Following that duo, is Loop and Astrid.

Much like the previous two, Astrid happens to have a special little ability of his. He has control over the weather, and feels horribly guilty when it comes to having to create storms. Especially from those that fear the sound that's created.

Astrid tends to feel bad about the accursed ability he has, as he knows that fellows like Loop are always scared and practically quivering during rainstorms, or even worse typhoons.

Loop happens to be a much more skittish fella. He's constantly nervous and picking at his own magenta fur in a panic. This always gets worse during the rolls of thunder that come from those clouds. Loop knows of Astrid, and does wish he personally wasn't such a scared little moth, but he just can't help how he was. He does want to get better with storms, but that's a goal that's ages away for him. As for Astrid; he would love to encourage Loop to chase that dream, but thanks to his own job, it's more the want of an overachiever.

In a way, they have a bit of a romance; a rather sad one that is, due to the fact that they wish to encourage each other, but can't make the moves to do so.

On a lighter, final note, we have Pepper and Ibarof!!

These two are practically best friends. One caters for shows and plays which helps both their little businesses bloom.

Pepper is an energetic and eccentric little moth, always obsessing over sweets and goodies. She's the type to be there for those she cares for, no matter what. If someone she adores has fallen ill, though.. it'd be best not to taste anything she cooks.. if it isn't a pastry she created, then it's bound to taste downright horrid.

Ibarof is eccentric in his own way. Always adorning that old pumpkin on his head, he refuses to reveal the look of his face underneath it, as to him, that'd be 'breaking character.' His role in this village is the theater man. He organizes and sets up all sorts of plays and shows, getting some people he knows to show off their own capabilities and sometimes even act. It's his way of giving to their small, humble community. He just loves making sure everyone is having a good time.

In a way, one could say they're like the embodiments of Halloween and Christmas. Both adoring sweets, and giving within their own ways. One being with gifts and direct care, and then the other being with dressing up and showing off different kinds of light.

In an almost fitting sense, one could assume they're lovers, though, they are only best friends..

however... in the future, they may end up with some mutual pining. Who knows. Maybe one day.

AAAAAND THATS ALL, FOLKS!!! THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY INFODUMP ABOUT MY MOTHS. THERE ARE MORE MOTHS TO COME.

#Milo's Projects #random bullshit with milo #my arts #moth #moths #mothman #oc #oc art #ocs #oc stuff #oc story

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fannish-karmiya · 3 years

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Wei Wuxian’s Position in the Jiang Household

Fandom tends to mischaracterise Wei Wuxian’s position in the Jiang family greatly. A lot of people project more modern ideas about adoption onto his relationship with the Jiang siblings, and write as if he really is their sibling and only Yu Ziyuan’s abusive nature gets in the way of their bond.

This strikes me as a bit misguided. While adoption was practised in ancient China, it was mainly for the purpose of obtaining a male heir in the absence of one, or obtaining more daughters to marry off for alliances. Jiang Fengmian had no reason to adopt Wei Wuxian into the main family, and he didn’t. Wei Wuxian’s position in the household is far more nebulous than that, and honestly it’s hard to find an exact corollary, in Chinese history or in any culture, precisely because it was so messy and ill-defined.

A Companion to Upper Class Children

Wei Wuxian is the son of a servant of Yunmeng Jiang; it’s notable that Wei Changze is always referred to this way, rather than as a disciple. Wei Changze wound up leaving the sect in order to marry Cangse Sanren, and Jiang Fengmian considered them dear enough friends that when he heard they passed away, he spent years searching for their orphaned son. He wound up finding Wei Wuxian on the streets of Yiling and brought him home as his ward.

Wei WuXian was taken home by Jiang FengMian when he was nine.

Most memories from back then were already blurred. Yet, Jin Ling’s mother, Jiang YanLi, remembered all of them, and even told him quite a few.

She said that, after his father heard of the news that his parents both died in battle, he had always dedicated himself to finding the child that these past friends had left behind. After searching for a while, he finally found the child in Yiling.

(Chapter 24, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear from the start that beyond this sense of obligation to his old friends, Jiang Fengmian also had a role set out for Wei Wuxian: he wanted him to be a companion to his children, and Jiang Cheng in particular.

He encourages a friendship between them, insisting on a sleepover between the two a week into Wei Wuxian’s stay.

On the second day, Jiang Cheng’s puppies were given to someone else.

This angered Jiang Cheng so much that he threw a big tantrum. No matter how much Jiang FengMian comforted him gently, telling him that they should ‘be good friends’, he refused to talk to Wei WuXian. Quite a few days later, Jiang Cheng’s attitude softened. Jiang FengMian wanted to strike while the iron was still hot, so he told Wei WuXian to sleep in the same room as him, hoping that they’d grow fonder of each other.

[...]

That night, Jiang Cheng locked Wei WuXian outside his room, refusing to let him in.

[...]

Wei WuXian waited outside for a long time. When the door opened, before the joy could spread onto his face, he was bombarded with a pile of things being thrown out. The door banged shut again.

Jiang Cheng told him from inside, “Go sleep somewhere else! This is my room! You’re even gonna steal my room?!”

[...]

Standing outside, as Wei WuXian heard that dogs would come bite him, fear immediately bubbled within him. Twisting his fingers, he hurried, “I’ll go, I’ll go. Don’t call the dogs!”

Dragging behind him the sheets and blanket that were thrown outside, he ran out the hall. Having only arrived at Lotus Pier for a short period of time, he didn’t dare jump around yet. Every day, he obediently holed up in the places that Jiang FengMian told him to stay at. He didn’t even know where his room was, much less have the courage to knock on other people’s doors, scared that it’d disturb someone’s dreams.

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

After Jiang Cheng is worried about getting in trouble, he goes to Jiang Yanli for help, and she searches for Wei Wuxian.

But this was the first pair of shoes that Jiang FengMian bought him. Wei WuXian was too embarrassed to make him go out of his way to buy another pair, and so he said that they weren’t too big. Jiang YanLi helped him into his shoe and pressed the hollow tip, “It is a bit big. I’ll fix it for you when we get back.”

Hearing this, Wei WuXian felt somewhat uneasy, as if he did something wrong again.

Living in other people’s homes, the worst that could happen was to make trouble for the hosts.

Jiang YanLi put him onto her back and began to walk back, wobbling in her steps as she spoke, “A-Ying, no matter what A-Cheng said to you, don’t bother about him. He doesn’t have a good temper, so he’s always home playing with himself. Those puppies were his favorites. Dad sent them away, and so he’s feeling upset. He’s actually really happy that somebody’s here to be with him.”

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

Later, Wei Wuxian offers to cover for him, saying simply that he ran outside by himself because he was scared. In this one case it feels like a genuine instance of children showing solidarity and covering for each other’s little misbehaviours. But it also follows a pattern of Wei Wuxian doing this and making excuses, time and time again, for Jiang Cheng. I wonder if on some level, he already knew that his role in the household was in part to be a companion-servant to Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian normally never puts up with people treating him poorly or being arrogant; he constantly bites his tongue when Jiang Cheng does so around him. While they study at Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng frequently insults Wei Wuxian, who always just smiles and laughs it off.

Jiang Cheng humphed, “Him? He wakes at nine in the morning and sleeps at one during the night. When he wakes up, he doesn’t practice his sword or meditate; he goes boating, swims around, picks lotus seedpods, and hunts for pheasants.”

Wei WuXian replied, “No matter how much pheasants I hunt, I’m still number one.”

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng scolded with a darkened expression, “What are you proud of?! What is there to be proud of with this?! Do you think that it’s a glorious thing to be told by someone to get lost? You bring so much shame upon our sect!”

(Chapter 16, Exiled Rebels translation)

We never see Wei Wuxian excusing this sort of behaviour from any other character; he has no problem scolding Jin Ling for his arrogant attitude and telling him that he shouldn’t be imitating his uncle, after all! It’s only where Jiang Cheng is concerned that he does this, and honestly, even then he seems to be quite aware that Jiang Cheng’s behaviour is wrong; he simply accepts on some level that it’s his role in the household to put up with it.

He actually does, very gently, try to guide Jiang Cheng at times. In Lotus Seed Pods, for example, he tries to give Jiang Cheng advice on how to flirt with some of the maidens in Yunmeng and make friends:

Wei WuXian threw the seed pods toward the shore. It was a far distance, but they landed lightly in the women’s hands. He grabbed a few more and stuffed them into Jiang Cheng’s arms, shoving, “What are you doing, just standing there? Hurry up.”

After a few shoves, Jiang Cheng could only accept them, “Hurry up and do what?”

Wei WuXian, “You ate the watermelon too, so you also have to return the gift, don’t you? Here, here, don’t be embarrassed. Start throwing, start throwing.”

Jiang Cheng snorted again, “You must be joking. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Whatever he said, however, even after all of the shidi began to throw seed pods, he still didn’t start to move. Wei WuXian urged, “Then throw some! If you throw some this time, next time you can ask them if the seed pods tasted good, and you’ll be able to make conversation again!”

[...]

Jiang Cheng was just about to throw one when he realized how shameless it was the moment he heard it. He peeled a seed pod and ate it by himself.

[...]

After a while of laughter, he turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was sitting at the front of the boat eating seed pods with a long face. His smile gradually disappeared as he sighed, “Well, what an unteachable child.”

Jiang Cheng fumed, “So what if I want to eat alone?”

Wei WuXian, “Look at you, Jiang Cheng. Nevermind. You’re hopeless. Just wait to eat alone your whole life!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even sighs rather disappointedly when Jiang Cheng refuses to take the hint; he knows that Jiang Cheng’s sullen behaviour is going to make him miserable down the line, but all of his gentle efforts to nudge him in a better direction have failed.

He also speaks with great awareness of Jiang Cheng’s flaws after the fight in the ancestral hall:

Wei WuXian reached out with one hand and massaged his chest, as if trying to break up the pent-up feeling inside his heart. A moment later, he blurted, “I knew Jiang Cheng wouldn’t have let us go so easily. That brat… How could this be?!”

[...]

Wei WuXian’s eyelids throbbed, “Every one of them. The brat’s been like this ever since he was young.He’ll say anything when he’s angry, no matter how bad it is. He gives up on all grace and discipline whatsoever. As long as it’d annoy whomever he’s against, he’d say it no matter what terrible insults he uses. After all these years, he hasn’t gotten better at all. Please don’t take it to heart.”

(Chapter 90, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is so interesting to me, because it really makes it clear that Wei Wuxian has always been aware of these flaws of Jiang Cheng’s. He hasn’t been viewing him through rose-coloured lenses or making excuses for him because he’s ‘family’. He puts up with Jiang Cheng’s behaviour because being his companion is one of his duties in the Jiang household. It may never have been directly stated, but there seems to be some unspoken understanding to this effect.

I honestly don’t know if there is any official role in history (in any culture, not just China) which perfectly correlates to this. In China a lady’s maid was expected to also be a close friend and companion to her mistress (in canon, see Bicao to Qin-furen and Yinzhu and Jinzhu to Yu-furen). In Europe an upper class woman would hire a lady’s companion, a woman from the lower fringes of the gentry who would serve as her companion in exchange for financial support.

I don’t know of any version of this role which involves two men. In general, this sort of role existed because upper class women were confined to the household by and large, and had very limited social spheres. Men, meanwhile, had much greater ability to meet with their peers and make friends. I almost feel like Wei Wuxian wound up being shoved into this role simply because even as a child Jiang Cheng was so unsociable that Jiang Fengmian didn’t know what else to do!

Wei Wuxian also at least once steps in and starts a fight in place of Jiang Cheng (essentially taking the fall for him). He does this when Jin Zixuan speaks disparagingly of Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses:

Jin ZiXuan asked in reply, “Why don’t you ask me how on Earth can I be satisfied with her?”

Jiang Cheng instantly stood up.

Pushing him to the side, Wei WuXian walked in front of him and sneered, “You sure think that you’re pretty satisfying, don’t you? Where did you get the guts to be all choosy here?”

[...]

Wei WuXian sighed, “… It’d be nice if shijie came. It’s fortunate that you didn’t hit him.”

Jiang Cheng, “I was going to. If you didn’t push me, the other side of Jin ZiXuan’s face would also be ruined.”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s also very notable that Wei Wuxian is never shown having friends outside of Jiang Cheng’s social circle, despite what an outgoing and friendly person he is. Any time he expresses interest in someone for himself, as with Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng tries to nip it in the bud. Being unable to deter Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji directly, Jiang Cheng instead tries to drive a wedge between them, constantly telling Wei Wuxian that Lan Wangji hates him.

“Yeah,” Nie HuaiSang spoke, “It looks like he really hates you, Wei-xiong. Lan WangJi usually… No, he never does something so impolite.”

Wei WuXian, “He hates me already? I wanted to apologize to him.”

Jiang Cheng sneered, “Apologizing now? Too late! Like his uncle, he surely thinks that you are evil and unruly to the core, and didn’t bother to pay you any attention.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng pulled him even closer, “It’s not as if you’re familiar with him! Don’t you see how much he hates you? You’re going to carry him? He probably doesn’t even want you a step closer to him.”

(Chapter 52, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even directly orders Wei Wuxian not to invite Lan Wangji to come visit him at Lotus Pier during the Lotus Seed Pod extra.

Wei WuXian, “Why are you so upset? My watermelon almost flew away! I was just being polite. Of course he wouldn’t come. Have you ever heard of him go anywhere by himself to have fun?”

Jiang Cheng had on a stern expression, “Let’s make this clear. I don’t want him to come, anyhow. Don’t invite him.”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not only Lan Wangji he tries to steer Wei Wuxian away from; he also interrupts his conversation with Wen Ning at the archery competition:

Wen QiongLin was probably one of Wen Clan’s disciples furthest in bloodline. His status was neither high nor low, yet his personality was timid. He didn’t dare do anything and even his speech stuttered. Through much practice, he had finally conjured up the courage to enter the competition, but he blew it because he was too nervous. If he didn’t receive the right guidance, perhaps the boy would hide his true self more and more from now on and never dare to perform in front of other people again. Wei WuXian encouraged him a couple of times and touched on a few areas of growth, correcting some miniscule problems that he had when he was shooting in the garden. Wen QiongLin listened so attentively that he didn’t even turn his eyes away, nodding uncontrollably.

Jiang Cheng, “Where did you find so much nonsense? The competition is starting soon. Get into the arena right now!”

Wei WuXian spoke to Wen QiongLin in a serious tone, “I’ll be off to the competition now. Later, you can see how I shoot when I’m in the arena…”

Jiang Cheng dragged him away, short of patience. He spat as he dragged, “See how you shoot? Do you think that you’re a model or something?!”

(Chapter 59, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even when it comes to Wei Wuxian’s friendly flirtation with Mianmian, Jiang Cheng has something to say and tries to deter him from her:

Jiang Cheng, “The one that MianMian gave you? I didn’t.”

Wei WuXian exclaimed his regret, “I’ll find her for another one later.”

Jiang Cheng frowned, “You’re at it again. You don’t really like her, do you? The girl does look fine, but it’s obvious that she doesn’t have much background. Maybe she isn’t even a disciple. She seems like the daughter of a servant.”

Wei WuXian, “What’s wrong with servants? I’m also the son of a servant, aren’t I?”

Jiang Cheng, “How can you compare to her? Whose servant is like you, having your master peel lotus seeds for you and boil you soup. I didn’t even get to have some!”

(Chapter 56, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng really does seem to view Wei Wuxian in a very proprietary light; he’s not allowed to have any friendships which don’t exist under Jiang Cheng’s direct control.

The idea that Wei Wuxian was meant to be Jiang Cheng’s servant-friend is reinforced at its darkest when Lotus Pier falls: both Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian’s last words to Wei Wuxian are an instruction to protect Jiang Cheng.

One hand holding him, Madam Yu grabbed Wei WuXian’s lapels with her other hand as though to strangle him to death. She spoke through clenched teeth, “… You damn little brat! I hate you! I hate you more than anything else! Look at what our sect has gone through for your sake!”

[...]

Madam Yu, “Don’t make such a fuss. It’ll loosen up when you’re somewhere safe. If anyone attacks you on the journey, it’ll protect you as well. Don’t come back. Go to Meishan straight away and find your sister!”

After she finished, she turned to Wei WuXian and pointed at him, “Wei Ying! Listen to me! Protect Jiang Cheng, protect him even if you die, do you understand?!”

[...]

Jiang FengMian stared into his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out. Only after pausing in the air did he finally touch Jiang Cheng’s head, slowly, “A-Cheng, be well.”

Wei WuXian, “Uncle Jiang, if anything happens to you, he won’t be well.”

Jiang FengMian turned his eyes to him, “A-Ying, A-Cheng… you must look after him.”

(Chapter 58, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even Jiang Fengmian, who supposedly favoured Wei Wuxian, only gives him instructions as pertains to his own son; he doesn’t spare a single last word for Wei Wuxian himself.

A Lower Status Family Member

It wasn’t uncommon throughout human history, across many cultures, for wealthy families to take in relatives who were orphaned or had otherwise fallen on hard times. They tended to have a lower status than the main family; they lived with them and were still a part of their social sphere, but were not quite equal, either. The English term for this is ‘poor relation’.

Obviously, Wei Wuxian isn’t actually a blood relative at all. But his position in the Jiang household definitely has some similarities. He lives in the main house, eats meals with the family, attends school with the son... He is even on some conditional levels accepted into the gentry of cultivation society. But he isn’t a full equal member of the family, either.

The fact that he’s Jiang Fengmian’s ward, not a blood relative or adopted into the main family, puts him at even more of a disadvantage. It seems that Jiang Fengmian paid for all of Wei Wuxian’s expenses:

Wei WuXian took a bite, “Back then, I didn’t even have to pay when I ate at the dock. I grabbed whatever I wanted, ate whatever I wanted; ran after I grabbed, walked as I ate. A month later, the vendor would get the reimbursement from Uncle Jiang.”

(Chapter 86, Exiled Rebels translation)

While this is a bit of conjecture, I gather that he was given access to family money as if he was part of the clan, and could just charge Yunmeng Jiang whenever he shopped in Lotus Pier. Which is great so long as Wei Wuxian is accepted in Yunmeng Jiang...but as we see during the Burial Mounds settlement period, the moment that acceptance fades, Wei Wuxian is left out in the cold without a single coin. And because he isn’t a member of the family, it’s a far easier matter for him to be thrown aside, as he was when Jiang Cheng grew angry with him over his decision to protect the Wens.

Of course, Chinese families traditionally did share their wealth, and still do nowadays. Ideally, in a loving family, this is a positive and means they all support each other; but when that isn’t the case, it leaves the victims of abuse vulnerable.

In Wei Wuxian’s case, he has some of the benefits of being a member of the Jiang clan, without ever actually being a member. He can be cast aside at any time, and he is never afforded the same respect by wider cultivation society which an inner clan member would have.

I don’t believe the novel ever directly addresses Wei Wuxian’s acceptance into the guest lectures at Cloud Recesses in this light, but the donghua actually has a very interesting little exchange about it which takes place between Nie Huaisang and a relative of his:

“Wei-xiong is just a disciple from Yunmeng. Why could he come to Gusu to study?”

“Wei-xiong is the son of Jiang-zongzhu’s old friend. He has been treated as their own son.”

“Oh, I see. That explains why they don’t look like master and servant, they seem like brothers.”

(MDZS Donghua, Episode 3, Guodong Subs)

Wei Wuxian was only allowed to attend these lectures, which seem to mainly be for sect heirs and inner clan members, on the grace of being Jiang Fengmian’s ward (and probably to accompany Jiang Cheng). While this exchange is not from the book, we never do see or hear about any of the other students being outer disciples rather than members of the main clan. Here’s what the novel had to say about it:

In that year, aside from the YunmengJiang Sect, there were also the young masters from other clans, sent to study here from parents who heard of the reputation. The young masters were all around fifteen or sixteen. Because the sects all knew the others, although they weren’t close, they had seen others’ faces before. It was widely known that, although Wei WuXian’s surname was not Jiang, he was the leading disciple of the sect leader of the YunmengJiang Sect—Jiang FengMian, and also the son of his friend who had passed away. In fact, the sect leader regarded him as his own child. This, along with how youths were not as concerned with status and ancestry as elders, they were soon friends. Only a few sentences passed, and everyone started to call others older brothers or younger brothers.

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

And Wei Wuxian isn’t treated as an equal at school, either; when he and his friends get up to mischief, he’s frequently the only one punished. Nie Huaisang even notes that Lan Qiren seems to be far harder on him than the other students:

Nie HuaiSang spoke, “Why does it seem like old man Lan is especially strict towards you? He always directs his scoldings at you.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

And we see Wei Wuxian being the sole one punished out of a group taken for granted by his friends multiple times:

As a result of cheating notes flying everywhere in the air, Lan WangJi suddenly attacked during the test, and caught a few initiators of the commotion. Lan QiRen exploded with anger, writing letters to the prominent clans to tell on them. He loathed Wei WuXian—in the beginning, although these disciples could hardly sit still, at least nobody started anything, and their buttocks were able to stick to their legs. However, now that Wei Ying came, the originally spineless brats were influenced by his encouragement, venturing out at night and drinking alcohol however they pleased. The unhealthy practices grew greater and greater. As he had expected, Wei Ying was one of the biggest threats to humanity!

Jiang FengMian replied, “Ying has always been like this. Please take care to discipline him, Mr. Lan.”

And so, Wei WuXian was punished again.

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

The boys were all cheating, but Wei Wuxian is the one punished most severely. This happens when he's caught sneaking alcohol, too (though to be fair to Lan Wangji, he probably was only punishing him, and himself alongside him, for being outside after curfew when he threw them off the wall).

Of course, Jiang Cheng didn’t dare to say that Wei WuXian was at fault. Thinking back, it was them who urged Wei WuXian to buy liquor. Each and every one of them should have been punished. He could only speak in a vague way, “It’s fine, it’s fine; it’s not that serious! He can walk. Wei WuXian, why are you still up there?!”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not entirely unreasonable for the one who gets caught to take the punishment (what’s he going to do, rat his friends out?) but their ready acceptance of this does fit into a pattern.

Jiang Cheng’s top was tied at his waist. Hearing his mother’s chastise, he hastily put it over his head. Madam Yu scolded again, “And you boys! Can’t you see that A-Li’s here? Who taught you brats to dress like this in front of a girl!?”

Of course, it was needless to think who led the group. Thus, Madam Yu’s next sentence, as usual, was “Wei Ying! Do you want to die!?”

[...]

He could still feel some pain in his back, so he tossed the paddles to someone else, sat down, and felt the stinging piece of flesh, “How unfair. Nobody else was wearing anything, but why was I the only one who got scolded and beaten up?”

Jiang Cheng, “Because you hurt the eye the most with no clothes on, for sure.”

[...]

Everyone nodded. Wei WuXian, “Thanks for the praise, you guys. I’m even starting to feel some goose bumps.”

The shidi, “You’re welcome, Da-Shixiong. You protect us every single time. You deserve even more!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

While we know that Yu Ziyuan is an abusive person in general, she abuses Wei Wuxian far more harshly than anyone else, even the outer disciples. It’s made clear to us in Lotus Seed Pods that she whips him regularly over minor infractions:

Madam Yu was even angrier, “How dare you run! Come back right now and kneel!” As she spoke, she let loose her whip with a flip of her wrist. Wei WuXian felt a searing pain slash across his back. He loudly exclaimed, “Ow!” And almost tripped on the ground.

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

And that his back is heavily scarred from it:

He felt his back, covered in scars both old and new, and still couldn’t hold back the question he’d be thinking about, “How awfully unfair. Why is it that I’m the only one who gets beaten up, whenever something happens?”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

Rumours about this even made it outside of Lotus Pier; during their visit to the ancestral hall years later, Lan Wangji even states that he heard about some of it:

Lan WangJi had on an expression of understanding, “Kneeling as punishment?”

Wei WuXian mused, “How did you know? That’s right. Madam Yu punished me almost every day.”

Lan WangJi nodded, “I have heard of a few things.”

Wei WuXian, “It’s so famous that even people outside Yunmeng, even you Gusu people know—how could it be ‘a few things’? But, to be honest, in all these years, I’ve never seen a second woman whose temper was as bad as Madam Yu’s. She told me to go to the ancestral hall and kneel no matter how small the matter was. Hahaha…”

(Chapter 87, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian’s lower social standing is definitely a part of why Yu Ziyuan is able to abuse him so terribly and receive little to no censure for it. Everyone at Lotus Pier simply takes it for granted, with the exception of Jiang Yanli who at least does try to deflect her mother when she is angry with Wei Wuxian:

Yet, all of a sudden, someone’s quiet voice drifted by Madam Yu’s ear, “Mom, do you want to eat some watermelon…”

[...]

Jiang YanLi almost cried from her mother’s pinching, mumbling, “Mom, A-Xian and the others were hiding here to relieve the heat and I came here on my own. Don’t blame them… Do… Do you want some watermelon… I don’t know who gave them to us, but it’s really sweet. Eating watermelon in the summer is great for cooling down and quenching thirst. I’ll cut them for you…”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

She both tries to deflect her mother from her anger, and also outright states that Wei Wuxian and the other boys weren’t at fault. Jiang Yanli seems to be the only one at Lotus Pier who ever does this.

After the war, Wei Wuxian attends social events at Jiang Cheng’s side but is never quite treated as an equal, either. See how at the Flower Banquet, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue greet Jiang Cheng but not him:

Suddenly, a voice spoke, “Sect Leader Nie, Sect Leader Lan.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Wei WuXian’s heart jumped. Nie MingJue turned around again. Jiang Cheng came over, dressed in purple, hand on his sword.

And the person standing beside Jiang Cheng was none other than Wei WuXian himself.

He saw himself walk with hands behind his back, wearing all black. A flute in the shade of ink stuck to his waist, hanging down with crimson colored tassels. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Cheng, he nodded in this direction to show respect. Attitude slightly arrogant, he took on a profound, disdainful appearance. As Wei WuXian saw the stance of his younger self, the root of his teeth even cringed in soreness. He felt that he really was pretentious, and itched to just beat the hell out of himself.

Lan WangJi also saw Wei WuXian, who stood beside Jiang Cheng. The tip of his brows twitched ever so slightly. Soon afterward, his light-colored eyes returned to where they were, still looking forward in that composed way. Jiang Cheng and Nie MingJue nodded at each other with grave faces. Neither had anything unnecessary to say. After a hasty greeting, the two walked their separate ways. Wei WuXian saw his black-clothed self glance around as he finally saw Lan WangJi. He looked as if he was about to speak before Jiang Cheng came over and stood to his side.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

They then proceed to talk about him and his lack of a sword behind his back, never having said a word to Wei Wuxian himself:

Nie MingJue’s gaze turned over again, “Why does Wei Ying not carry his sword?”

Carrying one’s sword was like wearing formal attire. In such gatherings, it was a non-negligible indication of etiquette. Those from prominent sects saw it as especially important. Lan WangJi responded in a lukewarm tone, “He had probably forgotten.”

Ning MingJue raised a brow, “He can even forget something like this?”

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

At Phoenix Mountain it also seems that Wei Wuxian is conditionally a member of the gentry, but not treated like an equal. Sometimes there are these more cheerful interactions:

Holding the flower, Lan WangJi seemed to be quite cold. His tone seemed cold as well, “Was it you?”

Wei WuXian immediately denied it, “No, it wasn’t.”

The maidens beside him spoke at once, “Don’t believe him. It was him!”

Wei WuXian, “How could you treat a good person like this? I’m getting angry!”

Giggling, the maidens pulled their reins and went to the formations of their own sects. Lan WangJi lowered the hand that he held the flower with and shook his head. Jiang Cheng spoke, “ZeWu-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, apologies. Don’t pay attention to him.”

Lan XiChen smiled, “That is fine. I will thank Young Master Wei’s kindness behind the flower in place of WangJi.”

(Chapter 69, Exiled Rebels translation)

But then he will be publicly disparaged and it is readily accepted by others. Jin Zixun first starts an argument with him by criticising Wei Wuxian for fighting Jin Zixuan, then turns the topic to Wei Wuxian’s having taken a third of the prey in the hunt.

Jin ZiXun, “Wei, just what what do you mean by going against ZiXuan so many times?”

[...]

Jin ZiXun sneered, “How is it presumptuous? How is any part of you not presumptuous? Today, in such an important hunt involving all of the sects, you really showed off your abilities, didn’t you? One third of the prey have been taken by you. You sure feel pleased, don’t you?”

[...]

He mocked, “But it’s only natural that you don’t think you’re in the wrong. It’s not the first time that Young Master Wei has disregarded the rules. You didn’t wear your sword in both last time’s flower banquet and this time’s hunt. It’s such a grand event, and you care nothing for courtesy. In what regard to you hold us, the people who are present with you?”

[...]

No disciple had ever dared say such lofty words in front of so many people. A moment later, as Jin ZiXun finally regained his composure, he yelled, “Wei WuXian! You’re only the son of a servant—how dare you be so bold!!!”

(Chapters 69-70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Naturally, Jin Zixun is able to weasel out of giving an apology, even though Jiang Yanli demands one. And guess who also takes a third of the prey, but this time without any censure?

Jin GuangYao, “In reality, not only did Young Master Wei keep a third of the prey to himself, our eldest brother has eliminated over half of the fays and the monsters as well.”

Hearing this, Lan XiChen laughed, “That is how Brother is like, after all.”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Never a Brother

As I’ve already mentioned, Wei Wuxian was never adopted by Jiang Fengmian, or adopted into the clan in general in even a distant way. And this nebulous ‘we’re letting you live with the main family as a charity, but you aren’t really one of us’ attitude also reflects in his relationship with Jiang Yanli.

I’ve already discussed how Wei Wuxian was more like a companion servant to Jiang Cheng than a brother. It’s also worth noting quickly that neither of them ever refers to the other as a brother. Wei Wuxian refers to Jiang Cheng as his shidi a few times, and Jiang Cheng never even refers to him as his shixiong (because Jiang Cheng views him as his servant, not as even a martial brother, I’d argue).

Only one member of the Jiang family ever does use familial terms to refer to Wei Wuxian: his shijie, Jiang Yanli. At Phoenix Mountain, when Wei Wuxian is being insulted by Jin Zixun, Jiang Yanli stands up and defends him, and states clearly that she considers Wei Wuxian a little brother:

The people who gathered around Jin ZiXun had on the same dark faces as he did. Yet, taking into consideration Jiang YanLi’s background, they didn’t dare talk back to her directly.

Jiang YanLi added, “Besides, hunting is hunting, so why bring the matter of discipline to the table? A-Xian is a disciple of the YunmengJiang Sect. He grew up with my brother and I, and so he’s as close as a brother is to me. Calling him the ‘son of a servant’—I’m sorry, but I won’t accept this. And thus…”

She straightened her back and raised her voice, “I hope that Young Master Jin ZiXun would apologize to Wei WuXian of the YunmengJiang Sect!”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

It doesn’t come through in the Exiled Rebels translation, but she actually refers to Wei Wuxian as her didi in this scene, not her shidi. She’s trying to draw a line and state that Wei Wuxian is a part of the family. However, no one takes her seriously, and shortly afterwards we see Jin-furen insisting that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian shouldn’t be walking alone together because it would be inappropriate.

Jiang YanLi whispered, “That’s not necessary. I’d like to have a few words with A-Xian. He can walk me back.”

Madam Jin raised her brows, looking Wei WuXian up and down. Her gaze was somewhat cautious, as if she was feeling displeased, “A young man and a young woman—you two can’t stick together all the time if nobody else is present.”

Jiang YanLi, “A-Xian is my younger brother.”

[...]

Wei WuXian lowered his head, “Excuse my absence, Madam Jin.”

He and Jiang YanLi bowed at the same time. As they turned around to leave, Madam Jin grabbed Jiang YanLi’s hand and refused to let her leave.

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jin Zixuan also never treats Wei Wuxian the way one might a brother who is still angered with him over his past dismissive treatment of his sister. For example, see their argument at the Flower Banquet:

Before he could see how Lan WangJi reacted, a series of clamor suddenly came from the other end of the base. Wei WuXian heard his own raging shout, “Jin ZiXuan! Don’t you forget about what things you said and what things you did? What do you mean by this, now?!”

Wei WuXian remembered. So it was this time!

On the other side, Jin ZiXuan also fumed, “I was asking Sect Leader Jiang, not you! The one I was asking about was also Maiden Jiang. How is that related to you?!”

[...]

Jin ZiXuan, “Sect Leader Jiang—this is our sect’s flower banquet, and this is your sect’s person! Are you going to look after him or not?!”

[...]

...Jiang Cheng’s voice came, “Wei WuXian, you can just shut your mouth. Young Master Jin, I’m sorry. My sister is doing quite well. Thank you for your concern. We can talk about this next time.”

Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “Next time? There is no next time! Whether or not she’s doing well isn’t any of his business, either! Who does he think he is?”

He turned around and started to leave. Jiang Cheng shouted, “Get back here! Where are you going?”

Wei WuXian waved his hands, “Anywhere is fine! Just don’t let me see that face of his. I never wanted to come, anyway. You can deal with whatever’s here yourself.”

Having been abandoned by Wei WuXian, Jiang Cheng’s face immediately clouded over.

[...]

Jiang Cheng stowed away the clouds on his face, “Don’t mind him. Look at how impolite he is. He’s used to such rude behavior at home.”

He then began to converse with Jin ZiXuan.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng also quietly dismisses the notion of Wei Wuxian as a brother in relation to Jiang Yanli; when they visit to show him her wedding dress and she asks for a courtesy name, Jiang Cheng specifically says:

Jiang Cheng, “The courtesy name of my unborn nephew.”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Not our nephew, mine.

Even the disastrous invitation to Jin Ling’s one month celebration is framed as a favour to an old shidi, not a family member:

Jin ZiXun, “Since you’ve heard it from him already, you should know that I can’t wait. Don’t tell me that you’ll disregard your brother’s life for the sake of Sister-in-Law’s shidi?!”

Jin ZiXuan, “You clearly know that I’m not that kind of person! He might not necessarily be the one who cursed you with Hundred Holes either. Why are you so rash? I was the one who invited Wei WuXian to A-Ling’s full-month celebration anyways. If this is the way you do things, where does that leave me? Where does it leave my wife?”

Jin ZiXun raised his voice, “It’s best if he doesn’t attend! What does Wei WuXian think he is—does he deserve to attend our sect’s banquet? Whoever touches him gets nothing but a splash of black! ZiXuan, when you invited him, weren’t you worried that you, Sister-in-Law and A-Ling would receive an irremovable stain for the rest of your lives?!”

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear that not only does wider society not consider Wei Wuxian and the Jiangs siblings...they themselves don’t, either. Wei Wuxian, after all, readily accepts that his relationship with them is over after he leaves the sect:

Before they parted, Jiang Cheng spoke, “We won’t see you off. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us.”

Wei WuXian nodded. He understood that it wasn’t easy for the Jiang siblings to have come out here. If someone else saw them, all those things they did for the public to believe would be wasted. He spoke, “We’ll go first.”

[...]

He turned around, knowing that it’d be a long time before he’d get to see the people he was familiar with again.

But… right now, wasn’t he on his way to seeing people he was familiar with as well?

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Cast Aside

The way cultivation society treats Wei Wuxian when he is not with the Jiangs is also very revealing. Any level of respect he is given is contingent on his position in the Jiang household, and when they aren’t around that minimal respect fades away. Look at how disrespectfully he is treated when he approaches Jin Zixun to ask for Wen Ning’s location.

Wei WuXian didn’t make small talk either, getting straight to the point, “No thanks. I don’t.” He nodded slightly at Jin ZiXun, “Young Master Jin, could I please have a word with you?”

Jin ZiXun, “If you have anything to say, come after our banquet is over.”

In reality, he didn’t want to talk to Wei WuXian at all. Wei WuXian could see this as well, “How long do I have to wait?”

Jin ZiXun, “Probably around six to eight hours. Or maybe ten to twelve. Or until tomorrow.”

Wei WuXian, “I’m afraid I can’t wait for that long.”

Jin ZiXun’s voice was arrogant, “You’ll have to wait even if you can’t.”

Jin GuangYao, “Young Master Wei, what do you need ZiXun for? Is it a pressing matter?”

Wei WuXian, “Pressing indeed. It allows for no delay.”

[...]

Jin ZiXun, “Wei WuXian, what do you mean? You came for him? You aren’t standing up for a Wen-dog, are you?”

Wei WuXian wore a broad grin, “Since when is it your business whether I’d like to stand up for him or cut his head off? Just give him to me!”

At the last sentence, the grin on his face vanished. His tone turned cold as well. It was clear that he had lost his patience. Many of the people within Glamor Hal shivered in fear. Jin ZiXun felt his scalp tingle as well. Yet, his anger soon soared. He shouted, “Wei WuXian, you are too bold! Did the LanlingJin Sect invite you today? And you dare run wild here. Do you really think that you’re invincible, that nobody has the courage to confront you? Do you want to overturn the Heavens?”

Wei WuXian smiled, “You’re comparing yourself to the Heavens? Excuse my language, but your face is a little too thick, isn’t it?”

[...]

Just as he was about to rebut, sitting on the foremost seat, Jin GuangShan spoke up.

His voice seemed kind, “It’s not anything too important anyways. You youngsters, why lose your tempers over such a thing? However, Young Master Wei, let me be fair here. Barging in when the LanlingJin Sect is holding a private banquet is indeed inappropriate.”

To say that Jin GuangShan didn’t mind what happened at Phoenix Mountain would be impossible. This was also why he only smiled when Jin ZiXun bickered with Wei WuXian but didn’t stop them, and only spoke up when Jin ZiXun was at the disadvantage.

Wei WuXian nodded, “Sect Leader Jin, it was never my intention to disturb your private banquet. My apologies. However, the whereabouts of the people whom Young Master Jin took are still unclear. Just a moment of delay, and it might be too late. One of the group had once saved me before. I will definitely not sit back and watch. Please do not feel pressured. I will make amends for this at a later date.”

[...]

After a few laughs, he continued, “Sect Leader Jin, let me ask you something else. Do you think that, because the QishanWen Sect is gone, the LanlingJin Sect has all right to replace it?”

All was silent within Glamor Hall.

Wei WuXian added, “Everything has to be given to you? Everyone has to listen to you? Looking at how the LanlingJin Sect does things, I almost thought that it was the QishanWen Sect’s empire all over again.”

[...]

A guest cultivator on his right shouted, “Wei WuXian! Watch your words!”

Wei WuXian, “Did I say something wrong? Forcing living people to be bait and beating them up whenever they refused to obey—is this any different from what the QishanWen Sect does?”

Another guest cultivator stood up, “Of course it’s different. The Wen-dogs did all kinds of evil. To arrive at such an end is only karma for them. We only avenged a tooth for a tooth, letting them taste the fruit that they themselves had sown. What’s wrong with this?”

Wei WuXian, “Take revenge on the ones who bite you. Wen Ning’s branch doesn’t have much blood on their hands. Don’t tell me that you find them guilty by association?”

Another person spoke, “Young Master Wei, is it that they don’t have much blood on their hands just because you say so? These are only your one-sided words. Where’s the evidence?”

[...]

Jin GuangShan stood up as well, his face a mixture of shock, anger, fear, and hatred, “Wei WuXian! Just because… Sect Leader Jiang isn’t here doesn’t mean you can be so reckless!”

Wei WuXian’s voice was harsh, “Do you think that I wouldn’t be reckless if he were here? If I wanted to kill someone, who could stop me, and who would dare stop me?!”

[...]

“Young Master Wei really is too impulsive. How could he speak in such a way in front of so many sects?”

Lan WangJi spoke coldly, “Was he wrong?”

Jin GuangYao paused almost unnoticeably. He immediately laughed, “Haha. Yes, he’s right. But it’s because he’s right that he can’t say it in front of them, correct?”

Lan XiChen seemed as if he was deep in thought, “Young Master Wei’s heart really has changed.”

(Chapter 72, Exiled Rebels translation)

The only person at this banquet who speaks to Wei Wuxian respectfully is Jin Guangyao, a consummate manipulator who is also of a lower social status. Everyone else speaks to him dismissively, refusing to respect his request for Wen Ning’s location even though he states that Wen Ning helped him during the war. Wei Wuxian is extremely polite at the beginning of this conversation, and only slowly begins to lose his temper when Jin Zixun speaks rudely and Jin Guangshan decides to bring up the matter of the Yinhufu (Wei Wuxian is right in suspecting him of wanting to replace Qishan Wen, of course, and that it’s very bold of them to think they have the right to a spiritual tool of his just because...they’re rich?).

When the sects meet at Koi Tower to discuss the breakout at Qiongqi Path, no one considers Wei Wuxian as an independent agent who they might actually want to meet and negotiate with themselves. He is a wayward servant of Yunmeng Jiang who the sect leader has failed to keep in hand.

Jiang Cheng only spoke after a few moments, “What he did was indeed a bit too much. Sect Leader Jin, I apologize to you in place of him. If there’s any way at all to help the situation, please let me know. I’ll definitely compensate for things however I can.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan, “Sect Leader Jiang, Wei Ying is your right-hand man. You value him a lot. All of us know this. However, on the other hand, it’s hard to tell whether or not he actually respects you. In any case, I’ve been a sect leader for so many years and I’ve never seen the servant of any sect dare be so arrogant, so proud. Have you heard what they say outside? Things like how during the Sunshot Campaign the victories of the YunmengJiang Sect were all because of Wei WuXian alone—what nonsense!”

[...]

Lan WangJi sat with his back straight, speaking in a tone of absolute tranquility, “I did not hear Wei Ying say this. I did not hear him express the slightest disrespect towards Sect Leader Jiang either.”

[...]

The good thing was that, not long after he felt awkward, Jin GuangYao came to save the day, exclaiming, “Really? That day, Young Master Wei busted into Koi Tower with such force. He said too many things, one more shocking than the next. Perhaps he said a few things that were along those lines. I can’t remember them either.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan followed the transition, “That’s right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant.”

One of the sect leaders added, “To be honest, I’ve wanted to say this since a long time ago. Although Wei WuXian did a few things during the Sunshot Campaign, there are many guest cultivators who did more than him. I’ve never seen anyone as full of themselves as him. Excuse my bluntness, but he’s the son of a servant. How could the son of a servant be so arrogant?”

[...]

“In the beginning, Sect Leader Jin asked Wei Ying for the Tiger Seal with nothing but good intentions, worried that he wouldn’t be able to control it and lead to a disaster. He, however, used his own yardstick to measure another’s intents. Did he think that everyone is after his treasure? What a joke. In terms of treasures, is there any sect that doesn’t hold a few treasures?”

“I knew that something would eventually happen if he continued on the ghostly path—look! His killing intents are being revealed already. Killing indiscriminately those from our side just because of a few Wen-dogs…”

[...]

Jin GuangShan continued, “Sect Leader Jiang, you’re not like your father. It’s just been a couple of years since the reestablishment of the YunmengJiang Sect, precisely when you should be displaying your power. And he doesn’t even know to avoid suspicions. What would the Jiang Sect’s new disciples think if they saw him? Don’t tell me you’d let them see him as their role model and look down on you?”

He spoke one sentence after another, striking the iron while it was still hot. Jiang Cheng spoke slowly, “Sect Leader Jin, that’s enough. I’ll go to Burial Mound and deal with this.”

Jin GuangShan felt satisfied, speaking in a sincere tone, “That’s the spirit. Sect Leader Jiang, there are some things, some people that you shouldn’t put up with.”

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is very reminiscent of the way that Jin Zixuan would often turn around and say, ‘Why aren’t you controlling your servant?’ to Jiang Cheng whenever he had a dispute with Wei Wuxian over his treatment of Jiang Yanli.

When Jiang Cheng goes to the Burial Mounds and Wei Wuxian defects from Yunmeng Jiang in order to help the sect save face, Jiang Cheng treats this as a personal betrayal. He not only challenges Wei Wuxian to a duel but then announces that Wei Wuxian has betrayed Yunmeng Jiang and declared himself the enemy of cultivation society:

After the fight, Jiang Cheng told the outside that Wei WuXian defected from the sect and was an enemy to the entire cultivation world. The YunmengJiang Sect had already cast him out. From then on, no ties remained between them—a clear line was drawn. Henceforth, no matter what he did, they’d have nothing to do with the YunmengJiang Sect!

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

“Wei Wuxian has betrayed the sect, and publicly regards all cultivation sects as enemy! Yunmeng Jiang Sect hereby expels him, breaking all ties with him and drawing a clear line between us. Henceforth, no matter what this person does, it will have nothing to do with Yunmeng Jiang Sect!”

(Modao Zushi Radio Drama, Season 3 Episode 5, Suibian Subs)

Naturally, no one ever questions this or wants to hear Wei Wuxian’s side of the story. Jiang Cheng is a sect leader and Wei Wuxian his servant, and that is all cultivation society needs to know.

In Conclusion

Wei Wuxian was never really part of the Jiang family. The wider social view was that he was a servant who was lucky to be taken in by the family and allowed to live in the main house alongside the sect leader’s children. He’s accepted into cultivation society conditionally, but only as someone who remains a rank below everyone else.

This attitude isn’t just the wider social view which the family themselves disregard; they all play into it. Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Cheng both actively enforce it, Jiang Fengmian passively enforces it, and Jiang Yanli tries but fails to break through the social barriers between them.

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“we who bear the burden of the crown do not need to love. you only need to stay here, with me, in power, in greed, in lust – in victory.”

c/w. explicit smut, MINORS DNI. creampie. fem! reader. modern royal au. infidelity. angst. romance. minimal fluff for this chapter. toxic characters. implications of gaslighting. unedited bcos we go down like brave souls.

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[ FOUR ] so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused.

Rintaro could not believe it himself. How long had he been waiting for this day, this moment? It was as if the two years and more he’d spent planning everything from the beginning disappeared in a flash. Catapulted to the end game, Rintaro stared at the throng of servants flocking in and out of the castle, their superiors ushering them to move quickly and an array of blooming flowers carried in their arms.

Today was his wedding day.

Smirking, he retreated away from his window and stood in front of his mirror.

He could still feel traces of both Iris’ and your touch lingering on his skin, the former like a soothing kiss to his nerves, while yours pulsed warmly. Angrily. Rather loudly, he would say, as if you had left your heartbeat against his skin. He scratched at his pulse point hesitantly, eyes narrowed as he recalled your lips leaving a trail of butterfly kisses there the night before when he found himself tangled in your sheets. One moment, he was professing his love to you, and the next, his assistant had received calls that Rintaro was to cancel his entire day.

When asked why, his poor assistant heard nothing but your soft moans and Rintaro’s mumbled words lost in the crevice of your thighs.

He never meant to leave. Rintaro promised himself that he would take care of you so well and never depart from your side each time you made love, yet he drove back to the Palace anyway – all over the selfish desire of seeing his beloved before he tied himself to you forever.

However, Rintaro could never expect the figure standing behind him, her doe eyes glimmering with tears from her reflection in the mirror.

“Iris,” Rintaro spun around. Walking towards Iris, he noted the restlessness clear on her face. The dark circles under her eyes told him she probably had not slept well or slept at all, and her usually painted lips were left pale and somewhat cracked. Clad in nothing but flimsy sleepwear with her nipples peeking through, Rintaro had to avert his gaze respectfully. “Angel, what are you doing here?”

Iris laughed sardonically at his question.

“I cannot visit my lover before he is wed to another?”

“You can always visit me, angel. My place is yours,” he reminded her, grabbing his coat from a nearby rack and placing it over her shoulders. The last thing he wanted was for her to catch a cold on the most important day of his life. “But this is quite risky. Did anyone see you coming here?”

“I did not see anyone. I made sure it would just be me,” Iris shook her head, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. “Rintaro...it is not too late for you to back out on this wedding. You can make an excuse of falling ill. The public would not mind, and the Queen would have no choice—”

Rintaro chuckled, the sound falling in confusion as his hands slid down to her arms. “Were you not the one telling me to go ahead with this? What is troubling you now, Iris? Tell me.”

A myriad of emotions crossed her features. Iris took a step back, her gaze dropping to her shoes as her voice dropped a few pitches. When she spoke, Rintaro could hear how her heartbeat was louder than her words.

“Your Highness...you are to marry another woman. I will watch from the sidelines and act as if I am happy for you when I am not. What shall I do when you kiss her? What shall I do when you recite your vows to her, to love her and hold her forever? Am I to look away? Am I to pretend it does not break me on the inside?” she finally snapped her gaze back to him, “I know I do not make sense, Your Highness. I say one thing and mean another, but it kills me on the inside – the thought you might truly fall for your soon-to-be wife.”

Fall for you? Rintaro would have laughed if that was impossible. But he knew it too. He knew he could fall in love with you, he wanted to fall in love with you. Why would he not? Not only were you perfect, but you were available. He could be with you in ways he could not be with Iris. But be that as it may be, it did not change a thing that you would never be Iris.

You would never be his first love.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Rintaro arched lower to raise a brow at his worried lover. “Iris. Look at me.” She did, hesitantly so, slim fingers playing with the ends of her dress. “Do you doubt my devotion for you?”

“I am anxious she might not allow me to be your concubine.”

“She is not the future King, that is not for her to decide,” he reminded her, gesturing to the expanse of the room decorated in gold and hanging chandeliers. “Everything I am doing, it is all for you, Iris. For us. Do not doubt me when I am so close to being yours. I will finally free you from my brother, and we will no longer have to hide in the shadows. So fret no more, alright? The future Queen shan’t threaten you.”

Sighing, Iris’ shoulders relaxed.

“Forgive me, Your Highness. My worries got the best of me.”

“And I shall alleviate them afterward,” he reassured with a lingering kiss on her forehead, both of their eyes fluttering shut as they were once again enveloped in each other’s presence. Until all too soon, a knock from outside his door made him freeze. Pulling away, Rintaro watched his lover with hope shining in his eyes. “We must go. We cannot stay here any longer; the Lady might arrive to greet me a good morning. Just wait for me for a bit longer, Iris. I will be with you momentarily.”

Iris, such the sweet woman she was, turned to leave.

Rintaro hated that sight the most – of having to witness the one he loved walk away from him, even if she was not truly leaving. Every day he woke up, he had the same fears. He could not shake away the feeling that Iris might not want him someday, that time would come she would grow tired of them fighting for their love and she would choose to let go.

Seeing her turn her back to him, to watch as her figure disappeared in one of the hidden doors in his room that led to the underground escape lobby, with barely a glance spared his way, Rintaro felt his chest tighten.

He loved her. He loved her way too much it weighed heavily on his bones, and he grew restless in fear he could try his best, he could fight with all his might, but the true enemy here was not the law nor the customs he had to go against. No, Rintaro’s greatest enemy was Iris herself. For if she ever did come to choose to work out her marriage with Kiyoomi, or if she lost trust in the promises and the future Rintaro had laid out for her, then what was to become of him? What would he do...should she ever leave him? What would his future look like when he only saw one that had Iris in it?

Whatever the answer may be, Rintaro never quite figured out.

Soon, his servants were piling in the room with his clothes laid out for him, a pair of arms leading him into the bath before Iris’ scent completely disappeared in the vicinity.

He just hoped that all of this would be worth it. He prayed that Iris would still want him, no matter what came their way. Because Rintaro was willing to fight, to hurt, to pretend to love another, to spew lies, and to create his laws for his selfish gain – the only thing he asked for in return was to have his love and devotion be reciprocated the way he desperately needed it.

Rintaro wishes he had not been nosy.

After he’d been dressed to the nines, dark hair gelled back perfectly to reveal his handsome features and forehead, he had unknowingly walked to where he knew you would be getting ready. He blamed it on the anxiety that ate away at him. Too used to the comfort you provided each time he felt troubled, his feet naturally drifted to outside your room, hands lingering on the doorknob until he heard you laughing with your mother.

It snapped him back to reality.

Your laugh...he would be lying if he said he did not find it beautiful. Everything about you was mesmerizing. Is that not why he enjoyed your presence all this time? The fraction of affection he held for you, was that not why he opened up and entrusted his heart into your palms?

Yet, hearing it now, it just dawned on him how unfair he had been. To drag you into marriage when he had been keeping secrets from you, to lie straight to your face while you told him nothing but the truth and revealed even the parts of you that you hated most. But he was desperate to be perfect in your eyes that he slowly backed away, jaw tightening at the mess his mind was in.

He no longer had a proper sense of where he was going before he ended up in Belleview Manor.

Pushing the doors open, he glared at the servants who jumped in surprise at his arrival. One glance at him and they all scurried out.

The occurrence of Rintaro dropping by Belleview Manor to be with Iris was no longer new to them, and the servants gave them privacy as Rintaro took two steps at a time until he reached their room. The room in which a queen-sized bed lay in the middle, under a large portrait of Iris and Kiyoomi smiling stiffly at the artist, their golden wedding bands glimmering even with the flat colors.

He wondered if this was how Iris felt. Jealousy, possessiveness, greed.

He should have been the one in that painting when Iris wore white.

Gasping at the figure looming at the edge of her bed, Iris quickly swatted away the hands of her lady servant helping her fix her dress. The servant squeaked at the sight of Rintaro before she bowed past him, scuffling out the door and leaving Rintaro to stalk over Iris with trembling hands and an uncomfortable tent in his pants.

“Your Highness! You should be at the waiting room – what if Her Lady comes looking for you? It is barely half an hour before your wedding, my Prince.”

“She is swarmed by the servants. They are making sure she looks perfect for today; she won’t be leaving her room any sooner.”

“They dote on her that much?”

He didn’t respond right away. Rintaro only stopped in his tracks the moment Iris was a breath away from him, hands coming up to rest at her neck and the other pulling her in close by the waist. His lips lost in hers, her soft breaths in his ears. He could stay here forever.

“She is the future Queen and today’s bride. If there is anyone who must be the most beautiful today, it is her. Not a single flaw in sight – not that I could care,” he laughed on the column of Iris’ neck, guiding her to their bed until the back of her knees hit the edge. Rintaro effortlessly caught her. “I chose her knowing she has always been the most perfect candidate. She need not any more work done on her.”

Before Iris could say anything else, Rintaro began kissing her feverishly. Iris gasped upon the unusual hurriedness of his touch, too used to him taking his time worshipping her body instead of impatiently pawing at her breasts. Not that any of them minded, and Rintaro sure as hell knew Iris was not complaining. For when he ghosted his hands under her dress, his palm met nothing but the wetness of her arousal pressing into his skin, cunt sopping with just a few kisses in its way.

“Y-Your Highness! Right now?”

“Right fucking now, my angel. ‘Need to feel you one last time before I am promised to her.”

“But my dress—”

“Just lift them for me. I won’t ruin it.”

Albeit hesitant, Iris lifted her dress, her moves practiced as she bent over the bed with only her stilettos left dangling at the edge.

Unbuckling his belt, Rintaro freed his cock from its confines and groaned. The relief he felt from finally fucking his fist barely felt like a reward when his hands were met with Iris’ pantyhose, eliciting an annoyed grunt from him. His hands itched to just tear it apart. But he did make a promise, and he had to make this quick, so he yanked the material down as gently as he could before rubbing his tip along her lips. The action caused both of them to moan, Iris’ sounds turning choked when he pushed his way in.

Rintaro held her firmly by the waist. Bullying his way into her core, he lifted one of her legs to make her feet plant on the mattress, giving him more access to the heat that sucked him in. He threw his head back as he was lost in the pleasure. Nearly losing all thoughts of you, and he was so close to forgetting you when he remembered his wedding was nearly minutes away.

You were probably looking for him right now, yet here he was, inches deep inside his girlfriend.

Unaware that he was fucking his frustrations into Iris, Rintaro’s eyes widened at the sound of her echoing moans. He did not care if Kiyoomi could hear, seeing as Iris’ husband was seldom by her side. But Rintaro still leaned forward to slap a palm on Iris’ mouth to muffle her screams and whimpers, trying her best to be quiet as if the loud slapping of his balls on her cunt and the squelching of her pussy was not resonating all over the place.

“Hush, angel. Hush. There are new servants outside.”

“C-Close!” her words were garbled behind his hand as were Rintaro’s final grunts. Falling on her elbows from the exhaustion, her back arched perfectly for Suna, the lewdness of her figure and her unbridled mewls driving him to the edge.

The sex was so intense, rushed, and frantic he felt like his cock would go limp as he shot his load. Scowling, Rintaro slapped her bum just to relish in the harsh redness appearing on the supple skin, the impact as the last force that pushed Iris to cum all around his cock until a cream was formed at the base.

Rintaro felt so filthy. He wanted to both wash himself of his sins and to fuck her harder.

And with conflict on his mind, he followed the primal voice in him that always triumphed over logic, pulling out his spent cock just to shove two fingers inside her. Iris groaned before she spun around to face him, to which Suna responded by making sure his cum would stain her black, lacy underwear until the end of this day.

“This should remind me of you when I am walking down the aisle,” he gritted his teeth, leaning over to capture her lips one last time.

There, Rintaro broke his promise as he intentionally smudged her lipstick, retracing his fingers before snapping her panties back to her swollen cunt. “Soon, you will be mine.”

How you woke up alone with Rintaro’s side of the bed empty, you no longer questioned. You were slowly beginning to accept that it would probably always be like this – where Rintaro seduces you and blinds you with sweet nothing’s the moment you show signs of discovering the ugly truth masked behind that beautiful face, only to wake up with nothing but the harsh reminder he was never yours, to begin with. It was not easy to accept he did not love you. Not when being with him was the happiest you ever felt, or how you still believed maybe he was honest when he called you his lover with those sleepy eyes and hoarse voice at three in the morning when it seemed like it was just you and him.

But looking at you now, with lips painted a grand shade of red with a tiara worn only by those honored enough to be a royal, wearing the uncomfortably revealing wedding dress he chose for you, it all came to one conclusion: this was now your time to leave.

You were not married to him yet. You still had time to walk away, to remove this ring he placed on your finger that choked you up, to forget everything and start anew.

It was not too late, but if you walked away now, it would be too late to be with him again. If you walked away now, there was a chance Rintaro might not run after you, and you would lose him permanently. You would no longer have someone to be with in the quietest hours of the morning when you felt loneliest. He would not kiss your hand anymore while calling you beautiful and looking at you deep in the eyes. To forget him, you would have to burn all the photographs you’d taken with him, all framed in the corner of your room that you dedicated just for the Prince.

It hurt to hold on, but it hurt more to let go of the one you loved most.

Even if you did leave him for your good, what would happen next? You could not love anybody else. You wanted no one else but him, and in a way, he wanted you too. It could not have been that bad even if you knew it was. Maybe...just maybe, if you tried working out with him, there would be no need to let him go.

Maybe he could still fall in love with you genuinely this time.

You convinced yourself endlessly that you were doing the right thing by fighting for your love, for following your heart, and in the blink of an eye, the doors had opened.

You were walking down the aisle.

At the end of it was the man you loved most, Suna Rintaro, who looked painfully dashing in his tailored suit and brushed back hair. He laughed with his brothers standing behind him, fixing his cuffs and smiling until his gaze landed on you. Just like that, the entire cathedral fell silent. You could focus on nothing else but him, unaware that you had at least a thousand pairs of eyes admiring the way you took your first step towards him as if pulled by a magnetic force. You were always drawn to him, always pulled by his presence and his soft smile that melted you on the insides.

You loved him. You loved him so much you could not love anybody else.

And with each step you take, the tears just flowed down your cheeks. You cried your heart out because how long had you fantasized this day in your head, to experience a time where you promise yourself to another? Only to fall for the wrong person. Only for the man you were about to marry to be someone else who loved another, yet you could not bring it in yourself to turn away and leave.

Because if you looked from the sides, if you listened hard enough, you could hear the people rejoicing. You could see your parents crying from their seats at how proud they were of you. Princess Maiko gazed up at you with admiration and the hope you experienced the happy marriage she had always wanted but never got.

The citizens of Inarizaki called out your name as Princess. The entire country could not wait for you to be their Queen, and you did not want to disappoint despite the heartbreak you were causing upon yourself.

For the sake of the country, you had to be brave. Duty before love. People before heart.

Or were you still just trying to give yourself more reasons to stay? But then again, why would you want to leave? Now that you stood in front of the Prince, you could see nothing but genuine awe written on his face. He was stunned speechless as his dark gaze studied you from head to toe, his lips curling at the sides and beaming so wide you wondered if he listened to the priest at all.

“Today, we gather to witness the union of Lady Y/N Yuzuru and His Highness, the Sixth Prince, Suna Rintaro, on this blessed day. From this day forth, the Kingdom will see our people prosper. Our Prince and his wife, to grant us future heirs, all for the future of Inarizaki.”

“To the Prince! To the Princess!” the crowd cheered loud and clear, so much so that it boomed even outside the walls of the cathedral where thousands of the people gathered on this day to be marked in history.

“You may now recite your vows.”

It was now or never. Now was the best time to refuse, to say no into Rintaro’s awaiting face and tell him you deserved better. If you lost this chance, you might never be able to find your freedom ever again.

With shaky hands, you allowed him to hold your hands between your bodies, about to pull away from him the second it dawned on you he never loved you.

He never loved you, he never will, and he was only using you for his benefit. He was going to hurt you, and you would never be the one he truly wanted – “I, Y/N Yuzuru, hereby vow to be your loyal wife – to have, to hold, to be your shoulder to lean on when you feel weak. I will hold you in my arms when you crumble and build a pillar so strong we will never fall again. I vow to be yours, now and forever, with undying loyalty. Obedience. Submission. Love. I vow that my next breath will be spent loving you until my last,” – but you wanted him. You wanted him so bad your mind slowly spiraled into insanity as you recited your vows, breathing heavily at the shock it was over.

It was done. You could never leave him now.

The thought was both terrifying and calming because there was no hint of regret in Rintaro’s face. His expression warmed upon your declaration of love for the entire world to witness. The tables had been turned and soon you were the one turning deaf at the voices of others, focused only on him and the tantalizing movement of his lips that would kiss you every time you felt lost.

You couldn’t tell whether you wanted him to kiss you at that moment or not. Not when he was looking at you like you were his everything, looking at you like you were the only person in the room and his vows were tender in comparison to your strong, devout ones.

Whence you promised yourself to him like it was a promise you would hold onto with all your might, he recited his vow like loving you was a secret he needed to keep.

“I, the Sixth Prince of Inarizaki, Suna Rintaro, hereby vow to be your loving husband – to have, to hold, to be the hand you hold when you tread into uncharted territory. I will be the light to guide you in your darkest days. I will be your friend when you need it most – to share laughter with, to make memories with, and to be forever devoted with. Today, I vow to take you as my wife with undying care. Affection. Support. Love. I wow that my next breath—”

And there it was.

His eyes that only had you in its center eventually drifted to another woman from the background, gaze locking with a smiling Iris, the two of them so lost in their love for one another they never noticed the way your face fell.

“—will be spent loving you, and only you, until my last. I am yours forever and always, no matter who gets in our way.”

By the time the priest had announced for Rintaro to kiss his bride, you stood numbly. Letting him unfold your veil and cup your cheeks as he slowly leaned forward. The kiss felt empty, and you did not kiss him back, unable to when his eyes were still peeled open to someone else that was not you.

As soon as your lips locked and he pulled away, the crowd celebrated in glee. Rintaro twisted his torso to face them while holding your hand, his smile turning confused when you forced a smile and echoed his words. Only this time, your vow held nothing but pain.

“I am yours forever and always, no matter who gets in our way.”

The hours passed by into the night without your recognition.

Too much happened all at once you barely noticed the clock ticking near midnight. You have drifted from the cathedral to the public eye right after, swarmed by citizens congratulating you on your wedding and welcoming you as their Princess. Now, you found yourself pressed next to Rintaro as you greeted all the guests who came forward with well-wishes and gifts. You remembered all those nights you had to stay awake to memorize all of their names and duties to the country, considering it as a part of your preparation into becoming Queen someday, and you surprised both yourself and Rintaro from how natural you conversed with them.

In front of you stood Lady Lev, a part of the Cabinet who had been loyal to the royal family for generations now, her children soon to follow in her steps. Kind, blue eyes smiled at you both. “You two are so beautiful, Your Highnesses. By far the most charming couple Inarizaki has seen.”

Shaking his head with a blush tinting his cheeks, Rintaro chuckled. “Oh, Lady Lev, that is too kind of you.”

“It is the truth! I can already tell we have a bright future ahead of us with you both as our leaders.”

The three of you fall into mindless chatter about politics, rotating between generals and other royals who had been invited until you realized you had finished your fourth drink of the night. To say you were tired was an understatement, but you did not expect to stumble a little on your heels as your vision began to spin. Whimpering, you braced yourself from the fall when a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist. Warm, brown eyes stared down at you humorously with a laugh playing along his lips.

“Whoa there, love,” Rintaro teased, nudging his brow in the direction of your empty glass. “Had too much to drink already? You ought to stop unless you want to pass out, but we can also leave if you are exhausted. It must have been a long day for you.”

You cursed your heart for swaying at his concern.

Brushing his hold off of you and ignoring the way your skin tingled upon coming to contact with his, you steadied yourself upright. “My feet hurt, Your Highness. I think it could be the shoes. Aside from that, the exhaustion means nothing to me. We are supposed to entertain the guests.”

Rintaro hummed and narrowed his eyes on your feet. “Did they not give you a comfortable pair?”

“Nothing about what I am wearing is comfortable for me,” you mindlessly muttered before realizing the offense of your words. Head snapping up, you waved your hand defensively, heart-pounding as the Crown Prince raised a brow. “I-I do not mean the dress, my Prince! You chose this for me, so I love it.”

“But it is not comfortable.”

“I am fine, really—”

Rintaro dragged you closer by the waist. Sweeping his eyes across the room, he suddenly leaned down to whisper in the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over your exposed jaw. “If it is so uncomfortable, I am not opposed to the idea of removing the dress for you. Anything to help my wife...” he purred seductively with a finger running down the zipper behind your dress, his teeth gently nipping at your earlobe. It felt like you had lost all ability to breathe when you were clouded by his intoxicating scent. “...and I would do it. What do you say we take a quick break from the reception and disappear, hm? There is a spare room near here. The guests would not mind.”

Your skin warmed at his implications.

“But, Your Highness—”

“They have food and drinks to keep them occupied for days. Trust me when I say no one would notice.” Rintaro leaned down to kiss you, but you grew shy and hesitant at the last minute, turning your head to the side until his lips landed on your cheeks instead.

Rintaro raised a brow in question. You had never refused a kiss from him before.

“M-Maybe later, Your Highness...”

The Crown Prince scrutinized you carefully. A beat passed, then two, before he queried: “Are you shy with me, love? You did not kiss me back when we recited our vows too,” he prompted, then fought against the amused quivering of his lips building into a teasing smirk. “Or perhaps, you do not enjoy being seen by a crowd?”

As if on cue, a round of ‘aww’s coming from the crowd had you and the Prince turning your attention away from each other. There, on the dance floor, swayed a giggling, red-faced Maiko basking in the rare attention given to her by a tipsy Prince Tooru. His smile was as rare as her gleeful, lovesick smiles. However, Rintaro was not looking at them. Rather, his eyes were on Prince Kiyoomi and Princess Iris stiffly dancing with one another – him looking handsome yet terribly uncomfortable, and her gaze focused on no one else but him. Her expression was unreadable.

Glancing back at your husband, your heart fell upon seeing the smile fade from his face.

As peculiar as it sounded, you did not want Rintaro to feel the same pain of jealousy as you did. You both were two sides of the same coin. He felt the same heartbreak as you did despite him having promised he would do anything for her, and you were in the same position.

You understood him the best.

Maybe that was why you slowly snaked your lace gloved arm up to his shoulders and rested it there, tapping his cheek to turn his attention away from her. It would probably be a futile attempt of distraction.

“My love, would you dance with me? We have not had our first dance yet.”

Nodding, you and Rintaro slowly trailed to the dance floor. The spotlight followed you like moths drawn to the flame, the other royal pairs disappearing in the darkness as only you and Rintaro were in the middle of the room and danced in each other’s arms. You swayed to the beat as he twirled you in sync. Slowly, he began to smile again, pearly-white teeth showing when you playfully wiggled your brows at him in hopes he would no longer feel sad.

“You’ve gotten better at dancing,” he praised as he twirled you with one arm, effortlessly catching you in his arms with your legs bent in a curve.

“Anything to impress you.”

Rintaro threw his head back in laughter. “You do not need to do anything to impress me, darling. I am smitten by you no matter what you do,” he remarked, slowing down when the song changed into a more mellow tune. Drawing closer to you, Rintaro rested his hands on your hips, his forehead pressed to yours whilst closing his eyes. “Thank you for marrying me, Y/N. You have made me the happiest man in the world.”

“How so?”

“Because from now on, I shall have everything I ever wanted.”

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