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yibuo · 4 years

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UMMM I would love to know what exactly happened with xnine too if you know??

i didn’t know how to answer this without hating on long danni but... that’s not possible when you’re talking about xnine

CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG IN ANY WAY @ DIMPLES AND CFANS

tldr ceo addicted to producing survival shows realizes boy group is incapable of feeding her fat rabbit because of her OWN mismanagement and throws them away (literally? probably not, maybe, idk)

HOLY SHIT THIS BECAME RLY LONG IM BEGGING KEEP READING TO WORK LO LOL LOL

long danni= wjjw company ceo

wjjw=company that xnine, xz, r1se, etc are under

huo mala: fat company rabbit that WILL give u nightmares goodness gracious thinking about him sends chills down my spine

alright so long danni (ldn i will refer to her) & ee media along w/ tencent and sm made the survival show x-fire... the premise of xfire was that 16 contestants split into two different teams (white and red) and then at the end it would boil down to each team having 4 members and the winning team would debut as a group called xfire...but wait...the group’s name is xnine? so out of red team (peng chuyue, baishu, xiao zhan, xia zhiguang) and white team(wu jiacheng, gu jiacheng, zhao lei, and guo zifan) white team won...and they unofficially debuted as xfire..went abroad to train yadda yadda yadda and then a few months later, TELL ME WHY LONG DANNI DECIDES TO RELEASE POLLS TO LET FANS VOTE IN 5 MEMBERS INTO XFIRE TO CREATE XNINE! ldn PLEASE if u wanted to rig the show you should’ve decided in the beginning what was the point of making the teams and the fans fight against each other...

so yeah xz and crew weren’t actually supposed to debut according to show rules...i mean i’m glad they debuted obviously bc x9 is x9 but ee media and frickin ldn couldve handled this better...like every member except chen molerat is amazing and great but....WHY DIDNT MaNAGEMENT NOT BLATANTLY RIG THEM INTO THE GROUP

but also thank u ldn for also letting us get to know the 4 guys who were added n not chen molerat <3 but like DO UR JOB PROPERLY

anyway the polls were RIGGED obviously thanks ldn what did u expect out of making POLLS, and xiao zhan, peng chuyue, xia zhiguang, yan xujia, and chen z*** were added to the group to create xnine...talk about rigged when chen z*** the molerat lookin turdface misogynist was added... anyway at the time he wasnt known to be problematic but ya the whole rigging thing caused a whole rift esp when x9 debuted bc there were fanwars and death threats initially but xfire did well because it was one of the (if not only) survival shows at that time and x9 debuted w/ a good response etc

then they got moved to wjjw (still owned by ldn thanks ldn) and wjjw is known for hoarding artists and not promoting them (THEY HAVE LIKE 45 ARTISTS BUT WERE FORMED 3 YEARS AGO MAKE IT MAKE SENSE) and not being promoted properly was EXACTLY what happened to xnine. as idols what they needed was music promotions, variety shows, etc stuff to get them as people out there but this genius ldn decided to promote them through stupid zodiac dramas like super star academy (to promote xfire finalists) and oh my emperor (which was an xnine drama). now i haven’t watched OME, but SSA gave me enough brain rot and gunk for me to not watch OME. (the only person who could act was baishu), and the story was SO BAD. nevermind the acting, because the boys weren’t initially slated to be actors, but the story was horrible, girl without superpowers suddenly becomes white cult goddess at the end??? WHAT???????? why didn’t ldn just promote them normally !!!!!! are they an actor group or an idol group???? I LOVE XNINE, THEY ARE TALENTED ARTISTS !!!! and eventually some went into acting (xz, guo zifan, gu jiacheng) BUT WAS THAT THE TIME DLFNJNF and then they just kept getting sent into random dramas and movies as random side characters instead of being able to make music and promote????? i’m sorry i’ve been stuck on using dramas to promote x9 for a while because that’s such a SILLY IDEA *vigorously shakes head*

ldn knows how to do survival shows but she doesn’t know how to promote her artists thanks ldn. xnine has so much talented, we know xiao zhan is a great singer, but other main vocalists like wu jiacheng, zhao lei, and peng chuyue are amazing as welll, here’s me plugging this video of zl and pcy performing their self-written song on produce camp because it’s the most beautiful thing ever

-oh yeah somewhere in here insert chen molerat getting outed as a pedo misogynist cheater by his gf who still has the audacity to have xnine in his weibo name because xnine starting to get popular gtfo rat lookin ass i WILL barf, when we say ot8 xnine we mean xnine w/o chen toadratass but sometimes ppl think it’s xnine minus xz which is untrue-

they also have talented rappers (gu jiacheng yan xujia) and dancers (xia zhiguang guo zifan) like xia zhiguang can end me with his spinning flying kick thing and i WILL let him

so YEAH !! TALENT that went to waste because wjjw gave them weird random hiatuses and kept pushing them as actors??? seriously what is with this actor stuff...so that’s why they debuted in 2016 and have very little discography to their name because wjjw just gave up...trying to promote them GOD thank u so much ldn for ur incomptency <3333 xnine had members in diff stages of life (ranging from xz who was born in 91, to yan xujia born in 2001, they were all close tho soo cute) and wjjw really was like nope we’re not gonna try to promote yall’s dreams of becoming singers on the stage because they couldn’t add 34783473 pounds to fat huo mala’s weight

so ya a lot of people are like omg wjjw hates xiao zhan!!! ya no they hate all of xnine but now xz is bringing enough money to make huo mala even fatter so good for huo mala i guess /s

also rumors and any bad media? lol wjjw doesn’t care they do a shit job at handling bad things too WHAT A WELLROUNDED COMPANY

OH ALSO TALK ABOUT HOW THYE HAD 3 DAYS TO PREPARE FOR A CONCERT???????????? WHAT????????? wjjw u mfs

anyway to summarize my rants above wjjw did a SHIT job of promoting xnine as idols when the boys worked so hard and wjjw kept tryna push them to acting bye (some of them can’t act and literally don’t WANT TO ACT HHHSFLNF), wjjw is also horrible at letting all of the xnine members shine when as i mentioned before, they’re ALL TALENTED!!!! and then they just gave up on xnine somewhere in 2017-2018... ok anyway so is xnine disbanded? no although some may say their last concert in dec 2018 was their last concert ever they’re not disbanded

xiao zhan , gu jiacheng, and guo zifan went into acting

wu jiachang is focusing on his music etc (he was actually the first member of xnine i came across when i watched the collaboration/cyzj in 2018...yes carats this is That wu jiacheng!!!) MAN CAN SING

peng chuyue, zhao lei, xia zhiguang, yan xujia all went on produce camp 2019 (aNOTHER SURVIVAL SHOW BC THEY WANTED TO BE ON THE MF STAGE BC THATS WHY THEYRE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE WJJW) along w/ fellow labelmates zhou zhennan and zhai xiao wen ... and everyone but peng chuyue made it to the final 11 spots and got to debut in the group r1se...UNFORTUNATELY ALSO UNDER WJJW HELP SEND HELP

if they’re in r1se does that mean they quit xnine? no! they’re in both that’s just how survival shows work it’s kind of weird

peng chuyue recently released a song and it’s really good and you can’t not tell me that it’s gay here it is

anyway xnine hasn’t disbanded!! the X玖少年团 (xnine) in the non-r1se members’ weibo names say that loud n clear!!! and when the r1se members from xnine won produce camp 2019, they all made xnine signs SO XNINE IS ALIVE and they do keep in contact!!

why haven’t we seen blatant public interactions btwen xiao zhan and the xnine members? because some frickin annoying xz solo stans/xfx claim that the other members use xz for popularity (HELLO??????? IN WHAT WORLD DOES THAT MAKE SENSE HALF OF THEM R LITERALLY HIS KIDS BUT OK)

anyway in conclusion wjjw doesn’t know how to promote any of their artists, thus screwing over xnine members and making them go on a group hiatus where they focus on acting/singing/r1se for r1se members but they are very much xnine as of now !!!

here’s some REALLY GOOD RESOURCES to follow xnine bc as an ifan it’s mf hard

-xnine slideshow

-xnine faq

-xnine eng sub channel by yuer

-all of that content i listed above was made/subbed by one person and she is the queen of uhh...xnine international fandom outreach (????) how do i word it but she’s been subbing and spreading xnine long before xiao zhan’s popularity skyrocketed so go follow her for updates and memes here

-xnine intl fanbase twt and tumblr

-and here’s this twt account with dumb pics of xnine because why not

also i’m pretty sure there’s a wip video explaining x9′s history being created (by yuer because queen) so when that’s posted i’ll rb this and post it here

also here’s this video dragging wjjw

#reply #if i could write my essays with this much passion i'd be a lit major #longlivetonystark

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kitzatara · 5 years

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DC God/Goddess AU

(I know it’s basic but what am I supposed yo do? NOT write sudden AU thoughts???)

The gods and goddesses are called the Meta, like the Olympians or Aesir. They dwell beyond the sky in their watchtower to observe human life.

Diana- The bringer of peace: She is attended by emissaries of peace called troia, her followers call themselves amazons.

Kal-El- The strength of the people: He has a brother a neice and a son who embody different kinds of strength. His followers are kryptonians.

Bruce- The constantly vigilant: Bruce has taken im many victims of crime and given them strength to right evil. They’re called bats.

Barry- The traveler in red: It is said that the those who pray to the traveler can gain brief connection to the speed force.

Hal- The will of the people: Many who follow hal where his color. Hal has spirits of will called lanterns to encourage mortals.

Victor- The proveyer of invention: Inventors amputees, and those with cybernetics are highly favored by victor.

Shayera- The wings of change: Shayera has few followers. Her templesare in high mountains. Ones who journey there find troubles lifted.

J’onn- The keeper of thoughts: J’onn is a god of peace, scholars pray to him for wisdom. If your thoughts are pure your inspiration will soar.

Vixen- The tamer of the wild: Mari is much beloved. Some say their pets look at them with vixen’s eyes. Hunters, see only her claws.

Dinah- The voice of the people: she makes certain her voice is heard. If you speak out against injustice, Dinah speaks with you.

Oliver- The far sighted: This god smiles on Archers and those who see the bigger picture. Oliver hates greed and cares for the poor.

Zatanna- The imagination of the people: Her words are indiscernible but hearing her mysterious words inspires fantasy and imagination.

Constantine- The deceiver of evil: A protector. People carry his symbol or make the sign of the hellblazer for safety. His likeness confuses evil.

Alec- The guardian of green: He is connected to all plant life. Usually a benevolent god but he will not hesitate smiting the greedy.

Boston- The one between: He took the job long ago of guiding virtuous souls to the after life. He helps the stubborn ones move on.

Kent- The observer of Fate: Kent knows what will play it. He is a neutral god that records the fates of all. Some say dreams are flances at fate

Xanadu- The seer of destiny: Xanadu is patron to seers and clairvoyants. She enjoys tampering with fate to create destiny.

Katana- The reaper of souls: With her mighty sword she cleaves the souls of the wicked into penance.

Kimiyo- The dispeller of darkness: Goddess of all light. She dispelled the darkness by making her own eyes the sun and moon.

Harley- The champion of recovery: Harley protects all recovering from trauma or mental abuse. She tames the mind.

Selina- The stealer of redemption: It is said she was once a mortal thief rewarded by the gods. Now she steals redemption for way ward thieves.

Pamela- The ever growing: Where Alec is a guardian. Pamela is a goddess of nurture. She tends the flowers of the world and aids human souls in personal growth.

Arthur- The champion of the sea: Dweller of the sea Arthur cares for all sea life and protects sailors.

Mera- The queen under the Ocean: One of the most revered goddesses. She brought all bodies of water into being.

They are opposed by Legion. Creatures of evil and creaters of monsters.

Circe- The sower of dissent: Circe was born from war and chaos. Her favorite passtime is turning mortals into animals and inciting violence.

Lex- The weakener of men: Myths say Lex tried to make himself a god. As punishment the gods granted his wish. God of weakness. Now he weakens the minds and hearts of humans.

Bane- The breaker of men: Bane arrives when mankind is at its lowest. Where Lex weakens, Bane breaks. He is a deatroyer.

Eobard- The stalker in yellow: An apparition, some claim he causes disasters. Others say he follows after the traveler. All say he is evil.

Sinestro- The fear of humanity: He is the embodiment of terror. Every nightmare, every phobia and fear is created by him.

Darkseid- The abuser of creation: His soul purpose in life is reducing creation to nothing. His favorite is taking the agency of others, without agency then what is the point of life?

Vandal- The eternally unchanged: Vandal is the deepest darkest instincts locked away in men. He himself has never evolved past his violence.

White martian- The shape stealer: King of the boogieman. He comes in the night to steal your face and add it to his collection of victims.

Minerva- The wild and ravenous: where vixen tames and bonds, minerva rends and cuts. She is always hungry and always catches her prey.

Siobhan- The teller of lies: Called the banshee for her words bring death and misery. She is the voice of injustice.

Merlyn- The narrow sighted: Patrin to the selfish, a greedy being who wishes humans to take and take and never give back.

Upside down man- The embodiment of horror: an ancient and primordial being, he is the dark side of imagination. He whispers thoughts of perfect murders, intricate tortures, and unspeakable crimes.

Nergal-The bewitcher of souls: A thief, a stealer of souls, he is crafty and tricks mortals into giving him their souls. His favorites are children.

Woodrue- The whitherer: A being of decay, anywhere mold and ruin run rampant is courtesy of him. The rot in the world.

Spectre- The spirit of wrath: Anger and vengeance incarnate. He is a perversion of justice and tempts spirits into haunting.

Eclipsa- The void: She is the spirit of darkness, of silence, of maddening isolation. Kimiyos light keeps her at bay but she has never been driven away.

Enchantress- The soul eater: She is possibly the most dangerous of the legion. She devours souls. The final death, reserved for the most evil of souls. She is never satisfied and craves innocent souls.

Joker- The prince of madness: He loves making victims fall prey to mental illness. He delights in making it all consuming. Where it not for the goddess Harley then there would be no hope.

Ra’s- The defiler: He is a sickness in the earth. He steals the health of others, leaving only disease behind. There’s rumors he reanimates the dead.

Fries- The chill in the air: A god born in the cold, he loves to freeze progress. To halt growth and life. Winter belongs to him with Pamelas spring ending his chill.

Orm- The flow of corruption: Orm represents the idea of power corrupting. The more power you have the more he is drawn to you.

Nereus- The blood in the water: Nereus is tye god of blood. He clots rivers, dries lake beds, pollutes the sea. Determined to dry the world.

(Sorry it’s long. Ask about your favorite character because odds are I’ve imagined them as a minor deity, spirit, or worshipper. I’m also open to your own suggestions or additions.)

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theskyexists · 5 years

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Kill Six Billion Demons is really... feminist

the world is patriarchal, and that was obvious from ‘Kings’ - the way the world is male-default, the assumption that Allison’s boyfriend is the Successor for no obvious other reason really, the angels being ‘brothers’, all the mafia on top being male, all the brothel slaves being ‘ladies’. it balances all of this so well, though. Why? Because our perspective is a female one, one of female agency. There ARE female kings throughout history, female gods and female warriors. They simply operate within a patriarchal structure - ‘worse, the multiverse is ruled by men’ says Cio spitefully. She goes on to extend a hand in women’s solidarity to Allison. And now here is the first of seven remaining corrupted god-kings, the ‘goddess’ of Glory. and the King of Om took her as a girl for her beauty and she usurped him and his long patriarchal line but remained imprisoned by the patriarchal demands: having to be a youthful beautiful queen forever - but I love how Allison points out what is true: the Queen of Om suffered and suffers, but she is one of the seven most powerful entities in the multiverse and continuing this destruction of the world and imprisonment of the self (simultaneously her only comfort) is wholly her own decision.

i love how the myths are all about the god-women, good or evil, foolish or just. Prim and Het - and Aesma? brilliant. And the parallels with the main story? Two different stories on the institution of marriage. Aesma looking for an evil husband and the priests with their patriarchal bullshit making the fantastic mistake of thinking a husband will rein her in, her promise to keep to her husband’s every commandment will rid her of her ‘womanly vice’ LOL

meanwhile the Queen of Om still feeds her husband’s corpse with the lifeblood of millions of young women given to her in tribute. She doesn’t only betray her roots by being an imperialist bastard - having come from the mud herself - she betrays other women completely just to create her own respite. AND SHE KNOWS IT. ‘everything’s rotting’ and then... ‘the days are like water’ ah yes

I LOVE THIS.

lol. SLAPPED. this is the moment. stagnation, fear of change, one rots. taking responsibility, doing, acting, impacting, one rises.

‘you know what bitch? at least im trying’

YESSSS

and the Queen cries...

and the girl who survived the Queen’s slaughter due to Allison’s intervention is exactly the skilled girl that the Queen once was - both taken purely for their flesh.

#AHAHAHAHAHA i just reached the part where Cio ships HERSELF WITH ALLISON AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!#fuck thats amazing i love it #pls make ksbd gayer tho #my stuff #personal #ksbd

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mrneighbourlove · 6 years

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Monsters: Ch 2. Slithering Terror in the Dark

Klinge checked in on Miranda, who had apparently awaken. Finding her, he didn’t enter the room, simply hearing that she was a crying mess. The very young Dark Elf held onto Doctor Boveir. “Please don’t go! I don’t want to be left alone in the dark! I want my mother! Where’s my mother!!!”

"Miranda, calm down, it's not good for you to be so upset." Doctor Boveir was doing his best to soothe the poor girl. "I already told you that I won't blow out the candles, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're safe here."

“No! Monsters in the dark! Monsters! Please, please don’t go! I don’t want to be left alone. Please Mr. Boveir. P-please.” The tears streamed down her eyes as she refused to let go of him. Klinge crushed the door handle subconsciously and walked away. He brought her into this mess. He allowed her to be taken by that monster.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here, okay?" Doctor Boveir assured the terrified elf. "Look, I'm here tonight, along with three other nurses, all right? There's no monsters in the dark. Look around." He gestured to the medical bay, lit by candle light. "Now, you have multiple broken bones and you need to rest from your healing session."

Miranda sniffed, slowly letting go. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She tucked herself into bed, the tears only making her more tired.

"Now, now, there's no need to apologize." Doctor Boveir patted Miranda's head. "We all get scared sometimes. It's normal. Close those eyes, and try to sleep. If you need me, I'll be right here." Once the elf appeared to have drifted off into an exhausted slumber, the doctor placed another blanket on the sheets to keep her warm.

Only Miranda wasn’t talking to him. She lied in bed, staying awake for a while listening a praying she didn’t hear anything.

Doctor Boveir was doing his usual rounds and checking on patients. The darkness hid most due to the lack of light. Though Bonegrinder had his way of moving around Hyrule castle without being seen.

"Tiny snack... little elf... if you do not behave, you will lose more than just your life." Bonegrinder's voice came from within the wall behind her bed. "Would you like for the monster to go after your mother? Your friends? Eat them while you watch? You were warned not to traverse into the catacombs, but you did not listen. Tsk, tsk, stupid little elf..."

Miranda grew bug eyed, holding the sheets close to her and over her head. “No! Please. I-I’m sorry! I never should have gone near you. Please don’t hurt me or my mother. I’ll do whatever you ask. Please, please go away. Please I’m sorry.”

"Do you think apologizing is enough for what you did?" Bonegrinder scoffed. "You have alerted the undead commander to not only Bonegrinder's presence but those of the others in the catacombs. All because of your insistence when the prince ordered you to let it go... silly elf, don't you see now that the pretty prince was trying to protect you? And here, you doubted him, went behind his back to the undead tool. If he comes after Bonegrinder, those in Bonegrinder's home... then you will be the first to die, you stupid girl." The snake threatened. "Warn your commander to stay put or you will meet more monsters who Bonegrinder will gladly share your flesh with."

“No! NO! PLEASE MR BONEGRINDER!!! IM SORRY!!!” Miranda started to frantically scream and cry again. “This silly, stupid elf is yours! Please just don’t hurt me or my mother! PLEASE!!! Oh god have mercy, PLEASE!!!!!”

Doctor Boveir heard Miranda's frantic cries and rushed over to the elf.

"Miranda, Miranda, calm down! It's was just a bad dream, you're here, you're safe!" The doctor motioned for the nurses to come over to the bed as well. "There's no... no bone-monster here! There's nothing here! It was just a nightmare, there's no such thing as monsters."

“HE’S IN THE WALLS!!! OH GOD IM SORRY!!! PLEASE! I HAVE TO TELL RALNOR AND KLINGE I WAS WRONG!!! HE’S GOING TO EAT ME!!! CANT YOU HEAR HIM?!?!” Miranda frantically pushed against the doctors.

"Doctor, she must be hallucinating from the pain or the medication."

"Administer a stronger sedative and have a volunteer sit with her." Doctor Boveir ordered. "The girl is troubled mentally. We need to keep an eye on her." He then said with a frown. "And I need to have a talk with Commander Klinge about what happened. We cannot help until we know."

“NO! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE ME!” Miranda bit one of the doctors hands as she attempted to run away. “Mother! I have to see my mother!”

Seeing Klinge watching from the end of the hallway she screamed at him. “Please don’t go after him! PLEASE!!!”

Her cries of lunacy and panic practically woke the castle. Klinge was glad he was wearing a helmet, because he couldn’t bear to look her in the eye. “I’ll end him....”

"Oh good goddesses, someone sedate her, now!" Doctor Boveir had to pry the girl's mouth away from his hand and the nurse quickly gave her a shot to put her to sleep. Shaking his head, he was pissed that the girl was acting so erratic and speaking of monsters. What if she had some sort of poison in her system? What if it was a dangerous gas that she breathed? He had no answers and no idea how to treat her. "Commander Klinge!" Normally, Doctor Boveir was a calm guy and it took a lot to get him angry. "I want... no, I need some damn answers, right now! The girl is out of her mind! What happened?!"

Klinge stayed calm, a little bit of spite in his voice. “You can ask Prince Ralnor, though I’m sure he will simply tell you she’s insane. I think the King and Queen would love to know the truth as much as you.”

"... I don't have time for your mind games." The doctor dismissed Klinge's statement with a huff. "Speaking of monsters in the walls. It's bad enough the maids say the castle is haunted and now you're in on this prattle too. I don't know what this girl saw or what the devil happened when you two went into that tunnel of madness, and I have a feeling I'm not going to get a proper answer. Until she is completely better, both physically and mentally, she is not to return to her work. Is that clear?"

“And she won’t be better until I deal with her monster. You can tell the Prince, the King, and the Queen I no longer take their orders until the matter is dealt with. Now go take care of your patients doctor. Before you receive something far more strong than a bite from me.” Klinge wagged a finger of warning at the doctor before walking to Tulilaid and Kelly, who had arrived to investigate the commotion. “Captains. I have a special assignment for you.”

“Yes, Commander Klinge?”

Tulilad quickly brushed back his hair and tried to wipe off any lipstick evidence on his face that might have been left there by Kelly. Clearing his throat, he stood up straight and faced his superior. “What assignment?”

“….I need you to go on a grocery run. Cake needs a casing. Might be rats in the wall. The Queen wants to take a cruise ship out to sea.”

Kelly kept a straight face, with only a flinch of concern. This was special code used only for emergency situations. Klinge handed Tulilad as list. “I’m taking a holiday. Be good.”

Oh shit. Grocery run was a vital hush hush mission. The cake needing a casing was a VIP needing protection. Her eyes studied her surroundings. Rats meant a spy or something listening in. And the cruise ship meant taking a garrison to take someone far away from Hyrule for their own good. Klinge was really laying it on them. But it was the vacation that worried Kelly. It meant Klinge was going rogue on his own. Who knew how long. She and Tulilad had to get somewhere private and read the note.

The Undead filth was becoming a thorn in his side. The criminal heads, his ‘Hive’ as he called it, were bringing him multiple complaints. Evidently, this commander was declaring war on him and his brood for what happened. This was nothing new to the Anagari. Sooner or later, there would be a mistake. Then, he could take advantage of the situation. A man with revenge on his mind was liable to act irrationally. The second prince could not control the undead like a puppet, despite Bonegrinder’s insistence that he be kept on a leash. Still, it was not Ralnor’s fault that Klinge would not behave. The prince was too soft to use necromancy magic to keep the bag of rotted flesh under his thumb. So Bonegrinder waited patiently, listening and watching… until every person was in place.

As the Hive gathered, Sheer-Kahn trotted in. He was an old and ancient creature. With four hooves he walked with a clack of every step. His upper body had two powerful arms for carrying his weapons of choice, a massive sharpened club and a bow that shot arrows the size of small tortoises. His main was silvery white, with a grey body. He was a Lynel.

In times much older, he might have been King here. But Hyrule’s darkest corners now held creatures far more adaptive then him. As powerful as he was, not even he could move an immovable object. He took his place and waited patiently. Here, his code name was Hades. For if anyone sought death by angering his master, he’d send them to the Underworld.

“Sheer-Kahn… my loyal friend, my trusted warrior.” Bonegrinder motioned for the Lynel to come into his personal chambers. He had the deeper sections of the catacombs suited for living. No one under his command wanted anything more than they needed. Every need and want was catered to within reasonable request. One thing was for sure, Bonegrinder took care of those who were loyal to him. Certain areas were nothing short of luxurious, despite being underground. The Anagari took a slow inhale of his pipe and let the smoke float out of his nostrils. “The undead filth has been a thorn in our garden for quite some time now, hasn’t he?”

Sheer-Kahn nodded. “More so now that he has discovered your presence. He’s always taken care to destroy the criminal element that has been created by you, even if only unintentional and previously unknown to your presence, simply because it is ‘the right thing to do’. Now he’s targeting the infrastructure himself.”

“He doesn’t realize that what we do effects not just our brood, but those under us, those we take care of, the rejects no one wants.” Bonegrinder’s underground empire was ran to benefit some of Hyrule’s most unfortunate. Those who had nowhere else to go, came to the Hive for a home. However, Bonegrinder ran the underground organization like a tight ship. There was no room for error. A threat to him was threat to all under his command. If Klinge wanted to play dirty, then he could do so as well. “This old snake won’t have the others suffering because of it. The three he keeps close to him… the half breed, the kid elf, and the small guard. We need to bring them here.”

“They are in the heart of the castle. That could prove to be difficult.” Sheer-Kahn took a bow. “But nothing is below me. What would you have me do?”

“If the little elf is taken… the others will follow.” Bonegrinder slithered up to Sheer-Kahn, his claws holding up the Lynel’s chin. “You are strength and might incarnate, trusted friend. Nothing you put your mind to will ever fail. Though it is not unnecessary to ask for help when it is needed.” He then gestured to the figures in the dark. “Morowa and Negasi will accompany you if you wish it?”

Sheer-Kahn thought it over. Klinge needed to be distracted and taken away from the castle. Hades’ existence could not be made publicly known to the general population, so he couldn’t enter the castle, but he could take Klinge’s attention away. “Will you listen to my plan my friend?”

“Of course.” Bonegrinder offered the Lynel a pipe while he listened. When he was done explaining, Bonegrinder smiled wildly in content.

#Monsters #Klinge #Mirnada #Kelly #Tulilad #Boveir #Bonegrinder #Anagari #Sheer-Khan #Lynel #For #S-Kinally #Crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse #comments appriciated

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iwaoiyoonminphan · 7 years

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JJP Fic Rec

hi! i love jaebum, jinyoung, and most importantly jjp so here’s a fic rec for the ship of the life

this is hardly a fraction of the quality jjp on ao3, but these are honestly my favourites and the ones i recommend the most! enjoy and join me in jjp hell

sfw (no smut)

1. (why dont you) speak it out loud by sevencm

complete/ post college au/ fluff/ 9k

“Imagine that A and B are dating, but person B doesn't voice their feelings much. One day person B is cursed/drinks a truth serum and has to say everything they think about out loud. Person B starts saying 'I love you' and other super cheesy shit to person A every five minutes. Person A enjoys it very much.”

thoughts: actually the cutest fic to ever exist! the characterization in this fic is so good and i reread it all the time^^

2. Falsettos, Stains, and Drama by jaenly

complete/ high school au/ fluff/ 9k

“It all starts when Jinyoung becomes Juliet Capulet.”

thoughts: ok so like jjp are both in drama club and they end up as romeo and Juliet. actually the cutest ever jaebum was so shy n bashful ///////// n jinyoung was dense as fuck, the ending made me smile so much!

3. look at me for a sec (don’t be too awkward) by turbrolence(shortiest)

complete/ hogwarts au/ fluff/ 10k

“in which a bludger shatters jinyoung's shoulder and jaebum ends up volunteering to feed him breakfast.“

thoughts: so cute!!!!!!!!!! jinyoung is dense as a brick and i loved his interactions with the side characters too, jaebum was s o chivalrous but also dorky and SO ENDEARING this fic makes me want to spontaneously combust honestly

4. Of douchebags and pretty boys by schoetheisrealaf

complete/ asshole au sorta/ fluff and humour/ 7k

“’Dear Dog Biscuit, Since you seem unable to understand the sign that clearly indicates that this parking space is to be exclusively used by the staff of this facility, I’ll kindly explain it to you again: Until you’re an employee of the state who works his ass off for society only to get shit wages and the worst working hours you CAN’T USE THIS PARKING LOT, SO FUCK OFF! Apart from that, have a nice day. PS.: I hope you don’t have sex for a year. :)’

You steal my parking spot all the time and I was just heading out to leave a strongly worded note under your windshield wiper but oh no you're hot AU Starring Jinyoung the kindergarten teacher and Jaebum the (arrogant yet dorky) business man“

thoughts: ok ok so this is so funny n also soft? jinyoung and kids makes me really happy and why is jaebum like this??? hilarious and also so cute rereading this is always fun!

5. opportunity cost by symmetrophic

complete/ corporate au/ fluff and humour/ 4k

“kim yugyeom, 25, is PA to park jinyoung, 29, feared ceo of park powers (this sounds marginally less ridiculous in korean). a lot more intellectually insulting and ghei than it sounds.”

thoughts: this fic is kind of yugyeom centric but its so funny and cute i just couldnt resist ukno!! jinyoung depends on yugyeom so much its cute and also jinyoung screaming over jaebum? the BEST

6. Always By My Side by bb_bambam

complete/ soulmates au/ fluff and angst/ 21k

“Soulmates!AU where after you meet your soulmate, you experience physical pain when you’re apart for more than 12 hours until you both acknowledge that you’re soulmates.Essentially, it takes Jinyoung and Jaebum way longer than it should have to figure out that they’re soulmates.“

thoughts: the softest soulmate au ever! i especially loved how it was set in canonverse bc the emotions were so real n pure! the au setting was very clear and jaebum made me ssso sad

7. Your Smile Is Sweeter Than (Hot) Chocolate by bb_bambam

complete/ coffee shop au/ fluff/ 12k

“Jaebum brings Youngjae to a coffee shop for some hot chocolate, and they end up getting Jinyoung instead.Basically, the jjp coffeeshop/kidfic mashup au no one asked for.“

thoughts: another one from the goddess herself! jinyoung is the best barista and single dad jaebum is so sweet n whipped i loved it so much its just tooth rotting fluff tbh and kid! youngjae im really about to SCRE AM

8. Topaz by setaxis

complete/ idol verse/ angst/ 6k

“Mark loves much the way he does everything else, quietly, unthinkingly. He doesn't know when he fell in love with Jackson. He doesn't think it matters much.

xxx

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

thoughts: ok this is the only main markson side jjp but i included it in this list bc jjp is pretty important here too and the angst hurts so much jaebum is so stupid and jinyoung hurts prepare to cry

nsfw (w/ smut)

1. Disappear Here by foxxing(gayfantasticfour)

complete/ detective au/ angst and mystery/ 70k

“Homicide detective Im Jaebum's career has been steady and his personal life mostly uneventful, until the morning officer Choi Youngjae wakes him up at 3am and he finds out his childhood best friend and ex-partner has been murdered. He takes the case only to watch everything he's ever known slip through his fingers like sand and to finally figure out that sometimes life is all about finding forgiveness.”

thoughts: this one was an emotional roller coaster! the plot was really intriguing and i cried so hard at the end. the writing was amazing too, as expected of the queen of jjp fanfiction

2. read you like a magazine by dollyeo

complete/ college au/ enemies to friends to lovers (!!)/ 42k

“Ever since Jaebum passed auditions and he didn't, Jinyoung's been hell-bent on hating the guy. Now that they're in uni together, it's like destiny is screwing up all of his plans.”

thoughts: theres no actual smut in this but theres other nsfw-ish content so read at your own risk! this fic has the perfect amount of angst and fluff and ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS AAAAAAA jinyoungs character development was super fascinating n jaebum was so whipped in this i love him

3. Citation by KingJackson

complete/ college au/ enemies to lovers/ 115k

“When the one book he needs for an important term paper has to remain in the campus library, Jinyoung catches the eye of Jaebum, a library assistant.”

thoughts: a fandom classic honestly! jinyoung is such a bitch but soft perfect jaebum loves him anyway its so angsty but also the best gghhhhhh check out the sequel renewal its also SO GOOD

4. A Certain Romance by foxxing(gayfantasticfour)

complete/ escort au?/ fluff/ 17k

“By day, he's a top-rated babysitter. By weekends he's an x-rated escort. These things are generally kept separate, until the day his weekend regular gets his phone number by recommendation and calls for an emergency babysitter. The problem is that Jaebum doesn't know that Junior the escort is also Jinyoung the babysitter.In which Jaebum and Jinyoung know each other in the biblical sense but maybe want to get to know each other, too.“

thoughts: also by the queen! jinyoung with kids is the bane of my existence tbh and kid! yugyeom gives me so much feelings bOI jaebum is kind of awkward in this but jinyoung still likes him hehehe i loved this SO MUCH

5. Compass Calling by sugarbowl

ongoing/ pirate au/ action and angst and fluff/ 65k rn

“Prince Jinyoung is destined for a lifetime of luxury, until he's shoved in a trunk and accidentally abducted. Im Jaebum clawed his way out of poverty to captain a pirate ship and... not much else, actually. Jinyoung could be his first real treasure, if Jaebum could just figure out how holding someone for ransom actually works.“

thoughts: cant believe this is the only fic on this list by god (actually just read sugarbowl’s entire ao3) this fic is so beautiful jaebum is kind of dorky and also really cool this fic had me at the edge of my seat all the time AMAZING

6. The Tiger & The Duke by foxxing(gayfantasticfour)

ongoing/ sugar daddy au/ angst/ 160k rn

“Im Jaebum is the richest man in the country under forty, content to mess around and skirt the headlines as a cutthroat businessman and casual playboy. Park Jinyoung is a graduated English Literature major, content with (in Jackson's words) his boring life working at a restaurant and writing poetry. When their worlds collide over a spilled cup of coffee, Jinyoung learns there's a lot more to life than the secrets of his past and the safety of library books.“

thoughts: another one... but this is so good ok at first i was kinda wary bc the ten year age gap but its not very important in the plot and nothing illegal happens lol jinyoung makes me want to PROTECT and jaebum is trying his best ok hes sO anyway its good and ill cry when it ends

7. muses by comingbackhometoyou

complete/ star trek au/ enemies to lovers/ 120k

“Your dad gave his life for-”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Jaebum interrupts, voice ringing through the empty bar. “My dad gave his life for Starfleet and died with honors. I’ve heard this story a thousand times before. No offense, but why should it matter to me? Why are you here telling me what I’ve known since I was five years old?”

Jaebum has been running for 16 years when his past finally catches up with him.”

thoughts: this one doesnt have much smut i think just ALMOST smut but anyway i dont even like star trek but this made me so sad jjp love each other so much its beautiful and i love jinyoungs no-nonsense character its so funny and also heart wrenching i dont know this fic just hurts me its wonderful

i hope you liked my recommendations and enjoyed the fics as much as i did! the jjp fandom is honestly blessed by so many good writers so i hope you find more good work in the tags!!

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time frame ➝ August 7, 2015 location ➝ Sol Solis Dormitory, Room 2B. The Forest of the Academy Grounds, Forest Unknown notes ➝ You teach me now how cruel you’ve been - cruel and false. Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ; Wuthering Heights

The same paragraph in his study text had been tread with tired eyes for what had felt like the span of days and slowly closing his lids, mouth pursed, the hurt and the anger and frustration welled up inside him like a bubbling hot spring, hands twitching until with no aid of magic it sailed across the room to hit the wall with a loud thump and dropped to the ground as though it had died. ‘Eat something,’ his roommate had insisted but he found he could not, his stomach in knots and twisting violently ill at the thought of putting anything in it. ‘Relax,’ the fox had ordered with a sympathetic look, but every muscle in his body had tensed and he found he could not do that either. ‘Rest up,’ but sleep would elude him even more, like a deer running from a hunter at the warning of an arrow misfired.

His chest begrudged him every breath, his heart only continuing to beat in obstinate defiance, hair wild, dark circles lingering and deepening the sockets of his eyes. Eyes that held no more spark in them only the dulled pain he would do his best to conceal all the while knowing he would miserably fail. Throwing open the window, Sehun took off toward the dark line of the trees and disappeared into the forest, no bag, no clothing other than his pajamas, no provisions, and no books. He would go as far as possible without touching the wild edge of the border lands, an empty clearing in the back of the wood where no other creature could hear him.Leaves in their timidity crumbled and dropped in his wake, the underbrush gasping its last breath and bark rotting away in spots on branches and mighty trunks until at last he had found his destination. Feet touch ground and instantly the grass had lost the lush of its greens in exsanguination, it’s death a quiet and harsh dryness as though it had been scorched.

It was there that he had stood and stared in silence at everything and nothing, glancing into the edge of the abyss that in mythic truths, most certainly did stare back. Crack. A hand full of dust hurled like a stone from a trebuchet and a branch descended in hasty grace to meet the ground with an earth shuddering thump. Snap. A friend in kind to keep it company, and then its relatives all elegantly diving in the circle of the little break in forest’s thickness, one by one, until each of the old friends had lost at least one something precious too.What sickened him most was that he had none other to blame. This was all his fault.You can break my heart in thousands of shards but I will want you with every last piece. I will long for your tenderness and the feel of you beside me until you rip the damn thing from my chest. If you are a lie then lie to me for the rest of my miserable existence, for you are the most beautiful lie I’ve ever been told.Don’t leave. Don’t walk away not knowing how dear you are. How much I …I swear it my love holds no condition and you can be just as awful as you want and it changes nothing.And it had not. It hadn’t changed that alone in a forest he was drowning in a bottomless helplessness, a feeling that had put young nobles into graves and wove itself like a thief in the shadows comfortably into tales of tragedy.

It hadn’t changed that he wished he could walk the path of time backward and repair the last broken pieces of an afternoon that buried itself within him like pieces of glass lodged beneath the protective barrier of his skin.You had my heart in chains the moment you let me hold you.And to his wounded, chained, and tortured heart, no matter her intention, no matter how well meaning she had been in a selflessness she believed herself incapable of, it was nothing short of insult that she had offered him the route of escape in the first damn place.Guttural was the cry of frustration, hands clutching scalp and eyes closing tightly and in defeat as he stood there his body bent in half, head leading the way down as though he were too top heavy. Wings flapped in the might of tough skin and bones the thickness of steel to lift him off the ground and the erratic tugs of his mind that could not be fought would lead him off school property like a flash of light in the darkness, a comet in hues of deep crimson that streaked across the sky and headed for destinations that would not remember her face nor linger with the scent of roses on a grave.

He was blinded and unthinking and the world seemed to fly past in flashes of inconsequential patterns of color and of light until darkness had enveloped him in its loving embrace. He hadn’t a clue where he had ended up and that was alright. Whatever came for him now would get exactly what they deserved, and no longer did he fear the beasts of skulking and sinister natures for he had lay in romance with the darkest of all of them and if she hadn’t killed him, nothing would. He held such affection for towering displays of nature but affection in his heart had dimmed like dying embers. He would destroy as he had been destroyed.A flash of red like a meteor toppled the first oak as tears slid their paths in the planes of his cheeks, dripping off sharp lines of bone to hit the ground and inflict upon the earth the pain of its bearer’s body. A sycamore fell in a sickening crash toward the ground and its brother elm had collapsed in perpendicular angle and another coniferous innocent had toppled in kind like a domino.And then it had happened, impossible a feat by any other means than heartbroken rage, the gale force wind coming from his center that blew every leaf away as though it had been hit by a shuddering force. Circular in its pattern from the epicenter like the tremor of an earth quake.He dropped harshly onto his back as the trees had done in prelude with nothing left in him.He was tired.He was spent.And his eyes closed in defeated surrender and rest came for him like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the elusive prey now swallowing him whole as if it were in truth the maw of a serpent.

Time had tolled on since their fight even with her classes and new students to terrorize it was not enough to distract her. The usual chipper girl that hung from the ceiling or lurked in the shadows of the classroom was noticeably sullen and withdrawn from the world. No point in dealing with others least she snap of their heads with a single look of her angered eyes. It was so much harder to hold back herself when she was upset…and she could easily be upset about all this for thousands of years. Still the words of Luhan stuck to her mind like cold rice- and she began to think things through. Did she really want to spend another lifetime pondering what could’ve happened if she had just given Sehun a chance?

Her anger came from the fact that she felt he did not truly accept her- but in that same sense she was not accepting him either. There needed to be a middle ground between them- an equality. It was tough to try and articulate that….and now she had banished him from her life. There was the feeling like she had swallowed a huge fruit pit and it lay to rest at the foot of her stomach. Frustrating, all of it was so frustrating, and the best way to tease off the edges of her frustration was to hunt endless innocent animals and creatures in the forest. There was rule that said it wasn’t allowed after all- but she still waited until there was bit more quietness around before sneaking out among the trees. Acoda killed for fun- for pure sport, without mercy. Using a single stone she felled two birds at once without a twitch of her expression- but inside it was a small satisfaction received from being this gentle hand guiding their lives to the end.

Tearing off their heads with a twist of her abilities she bathed herself in spurts of blood. It was not as rich and fine as human blood but it would suffice for the time being. Rich scents and the warmth of that red elixir made all the bad thoughts go away and she no longer was thinking of her….well what was he to her anyway? So she journeyed in the darkening path, a white dress all stained in red from her mouth to her toes. Hair was flying wildly behind her as she let her power roam freely through her body, eyes turning pure white. It felt so good just to let go like this, striking fear in all the forest creatures- like a goddess! Like a Queen! She was both of those things and so much more. Stepping on bare feet made her sensitive to the things crushed by each step, so she noticed when the grass beneath suddenly became a crunchy and dead texture. Looking before her she saw all around her suddenly the death of trees and grass. Then came the crashing sounds. Eyes dimming back to a cool grey she frowned and felt around for a sense of him. Somehow she just knew he was around- or had the delirious hope. Traveling down the path she arrived to a ……full circle of dead trees that had come crashing to the ground. Dust still rose in massive clouds and stung at her eyes as she walked into that clearing. Laying in the middle was a familiar pair of pajamas.

“Oh Sehun…” She spoke his name as if she were merely breathing it while her state of mind was in a blood calm. Fresh kills kept her clarity of thought, if she had been as hungry as the day before she may have flipped out and started dropping trees herself. Rather she floated over and above him, looking down upon him like some descended religious figurehead offering forgiveness- or salvation. Acoda was none of these though- she was merely a demon girl who was entirely head over heels for a pixie boy. Maybe he did not entirely deserve such a gift, but it was given to him without her prior consent. There was nothing she could really do about it when the smooth beats of her heart would always point her in his direction. Lowering down gently her legs crumpled beneath her as she came to his side, and slipped her arms under him to cradle him up to her arms.

Upon touching him she felt the need to apologize- and she never apologized for anything. In this state of blood calm she was able to take a soothing touch to his brow and wipe away the hairs matting to his sweat. It must have taken so much out of him to kill those trees- cause so much death. Something that he would regret deeply later, if her hunch was correct. Acoda had hurt him, and he was as hurt and frustrated as she was, if not more. There was so much about him that was to be sacrificed for her sake, and stubborn as she was she was refusing to sacrifice any of herself for him. Perhaps….perhaps just this once….Acoda could try living with someone else. Taking their advice and their counsel.

Trusting Sehun.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away- pushed you to….this. I should have recognized that this- we- that we feel the same. You want to protect me- I want to protect you- we both are pushing the other away but wanting to be closer….” She knew what it was but this was the closest she could bring her pride to lower its knees.

“Do you think I’m in love?” Soft fingers ran over his face and she drew breath praying and hoping he would understand her- somehow be able to read her mind and know what words she was unable to say.

“Do you….do you know that I love you Oh Sehun?”

“I thought you never wished to see me again in this century or any other.” His voice had lost the usual texture of velveteen smoothness and was rough like sandpaper, gravelly and raspy and filled with weary melancholic despair. Eyes ringed in blue undertoned bruise black exhaustion had opened to take in the sight of her face, but the bloodied visage was one immediately he had to glance away from lest he passed out again in a faint he would not wake up from for some time. It did not, however, stop his hand in its tracks from reaching up to gently cup her face and caress the softness of her cheek, longing for just one touch that he could steal with her permission no matter how scarlet soaked it might have been. Oh god it’s on my hand it’s on my hand and everything I touch will be stained with blood–

He had to force himself off that upsetting train of thought and while it would not go away entirely he could cram it in only temporary bits of time to the relatively quiet parts of his mind and let it play in the background like the noise of a moving picture box that sometimes played while other students studied, pushing it back with all his minimal remaining effort until it came again to rear its ugly head when no longer he could stand it. Out of a certain trepidation however, that she did not wish for him to do such a thing and was determined not to allow him anything more than conversation, his hand had withdrawn and closing his eyes, the ragged and worn down pixie frowned slightly and shook his head. No. He could not do such a thing, her vicious vitriol filling his ears again in the echo of memory.

You’ve overstepped so many boundaries with me, Oh Sehun!

He would not tread over any more.

“And that you loathed me.” Why now when she was here and telling him what he had desperately longing to hear, he had chosen to rip his own heart out again in fresh recall of what had hurt him the most, he did not know but perhaps the wounds ran just a little deeper than harsh words that were said out of no other reason than pure spite and anger and hurt. “That I was disgusting. Tell me something.” His voice was monotonously lifeless as though he were putting up no real fight, had no spark left in him for argument. “Is it me that you love or only the idea of me?” Perhaps the two of them were as bad as each other in very different ways, his eyes slowly opening to glance toward the sky, spotting Lyra almost immediately in its place beyond the lines of the trees.

“Because we cannot keep doing this to one another, you know. We cannot continue on this way, it is killing me. I know I only have myself to thank for it, but this is torment.” And he had died a little more each night than the night previous until he felt within him a hollow shell that held no vividness nor life, for secretly and quietly he would wrap her in his mind’s embrace, he would protect her from directing his quiet anger toward her, and alone, he would shoulder this burden of what had transpired and blame himself for every last scrap of it.

“So you do not have to worry about me not knowing who’s fault this is. I will not lay blame at your doorstep and make myself out to be a saint in this, we both know that is not the truth.” He sighed quietly and closed his eyes again, thinking carefully about what it was exactly that he wished to express. Aha. It had come to him at last.

“I cannot change what you are. I do not wish to. If you cannot be more than this cruel thing you have told me many times that you are, I cannot hold unreasonable expectations over your head and suggest that to be the standard by which you are measured. I have had much time to think about it.” Long hours of going without sleep that had blurred itself into days and almost at the point of hallucinations and losing his grip on – Well. There was the distinct possibility that all of this was a dream and a hallucination anyway, that he was still resting where he had dropped and none of this would be real and his heart would break all over again once dawn had kissed the dark lips of the sky. He could say whatever he wanted to now, he could be honest, and if this were no dream, she did seem rather calm, but how long that would last he could not be too sure.

“That is not love, you are right. That is not love, that is madness, it is wildly unfair, and I am sorry that I made you feel inadequate. You are the furthest thing from inadequate that I could ever dream of and whether or not all of your good qualities are saved for me alone, that does not matter. Even if you burned my entire village to the ground it would not change things between you and I. Do you know that I love you?” That question had been redirected in kind and he stared up at her face for as long as he could bear the sight of blood which was not a terribly lengthy span of time before he looked away again.

“Not the idea of you. Not the moulded image of what I would like you to be. We are very different, you and I. Very different natures, very different wants and needs and requirements and perhaps this argument that we have had is good to get out of the way so early, because I believe what we need to come to terms with is the simple fact of the matter that we do not exactly match.” And it was true, they had absolutely no reason to think it would be nothing more than a lifetime of sweet and sometimes bitter hard compromise, but that was not deterrent enough for him. Yes, he loathed her cruelty, and she his kind pacifism, but people had come together over much greater hurdles standing in their way, surely. No. They were never supposed to work, but many things that were never supposed to work often did and that was reason enough to give him just the faintest glimmer of hope.

“Yet I love you so much that I would tear myself apart without you. So. What am I to do? I promised you a lack of judgment and I have done my best to uphold it, however little it shows, and I am aware that it is a pitiful small sum. I am so sorry that I fell short. And that I disappointed you and hurt you and that you were angry at me. You had every right to be. My best was not nearly good enough. I am not angry at you for all that you said, I have no intention of holding that against you anymore. I am angry at myself for letting you down and making you say it, there is no apology lengthy and detailed enough that I can give you to make up for being a complete disappointment. All I wanted–” He took a deep breath and he was so worn down, running his hand over his face slowly with the hand not covered in blood.

“I don’t care how often we fight, or what it is about or how many times you tell me that you hate me and that I am a fool. I just want to go home, and put this whole thing behind us and for things to … I cannot eat.” He sighed with frustration. “I cannot rest, I cannot study, I cannot do anything but either tear something to shreds or lie there and wish that I had not hurt you so terribly and wish that I could take all of it back and do it correctly.” A pause, a break and it was silent for a small but significant moment.

“You don’t know how miserable it is to have you storm into my life only to storm right back out again. You are not something one gets over, if they feel about you the way I do.”

Having her words thrown back in her face caused her to blink and look away with immediate discomfort. It felt like her throat was clotting with the apologies she wanted to say. It was obvious that he was hurting- enough without him repeating her angry words. “Don’t be foolish….who said that?” Her voice cracked in her pathetic tone and she winced outwardly, not used to the awkward atmosphere. “I probably meant….something along the lines of: “I want to see you for the next century” or something. You must have misheard me.” Sheepishly patting his chest she didn’t look him in the eye. Well she did long enough to see the sleep deprived bruises and unhealthy tones of his skin.

Sighing as another thing she had said was tossed at her in his monotone she reasoned with herself before she got angry. Of course he is upset by what you said and is punishing you.

“Welll…...considering the “idea” of having a boyfriend makes my skin want to fling itself away from my flesh and dive into the ocean….” She said keeping her tone light despite his aura of negativity. “ I suppose not. I do not enjoy the idea of you existing in my life. However, you do exist and there’s not a thing I can do to change that, and I want you by my side. Is that not what love is?” Turning her lips down into a frown she whimpered slightly and curled her hands into his shirt. “If you’re disgusting I want you to disgust me every day, If I truly loathe you I want to loathe you even more. It torments me not knowing if it’s alright to approach you after a fight, not knowing if we can make things better. Not knowing if this is all too much for you and I will only be a weight of darkness that drags you down….” Biting her lip she stopped the words coming out and closed her eyes gently. It was simply not coming out right, the things that she wanted to say. Nodding along with his words she agreed with every word. Noticing the distaste in his eyes despite his words she sighed and pulled off her long shirt and turned it over the clean backside. Wiping her face as well as she could, she also wiped her neck of all the blood and then her hands. She did it roughly since she did not have a mirror to see if it was truly cleaning off. Afterwards she tossed the garment into the dead leaves and turned back to him- and she would’ve set it on fire but did not think that would be right while surrounded by dead foliage.

Smiling with relief as he returned her statement of love she nodded gently and caressed his cheek. Just in her bra and pants she leaned over him stared into his eyes so that he could somehow see sincerity in her gaze. “You don’t ever have to get over me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you Sehun, even when you one day expire I will remain by your side. So….you can stop destroying the forest now….” Her eyebrow quirked and lips raised little by little until she was laughing with relief. It was a large concern of hers that perhaps he would hold a grudge and never want to speak with her again- or even just remain friends. Acoda only knew very few males and most had died or became angry with her and never wanted her near them again. Experience had taught her that everyone she grew to care for would leave eventually……..but she wanted to believe that Sehun would be the only exception.

“All is forgiven my darling.” And for the first time in days, the smile was wide with equivocal release of pain, with genuine happiness glimmering in tired eyes when he held the sight of her face. She’d missed a spot or two of spatter on her forehead, but sitting up, he wiped it away and immediately grabbed at a leaf to clean his hand with a bit of a laugh, arms wrapping around her once his mind had been freed of the task. The pixie pulled the lady demon against the concave curve of his chest and held onto her tightly, kisses sprinkling the side of her head and the clean lines of her shoulder before his eyes closed tightly again. So deeply did he breathe her in once she was in his arms once more, the familiar scent of rose and graveyard earth dissolving the weight of the ache in his lungs and bursting the shackled weight of terrible gravity that weighed upon his back. Grudges were not something for him to hold when all he wanted was to hold her instead, turning her away a physical impossibility when terribly he had needed her to return where he felt she belonged, lips pressing against soft skin, hands brushing hair back to kiss the tender flesh of her neck. She could never drag him downward by the light of her presence that she just could not see, only the darkness of her absence could send him spiraling into the destruction and utter disregard, of woodland and of himself, his fingertips trailing along the little dip in the small of her back to trace all the lines and curves his fingers had missed and pressing in with rough gentility to keep her against him. He was helpless, helpless in his agony when he had thought the possibility of her walking away forever to be the truth he would have to live with, and now helpless again in the wild thrum of his heart that beat with such love for her he had sworn it would burst.

The weariness of his bones could not restrain him from capturing her in the sure strength of his grip, mouth finding hers and the hungered caress of lips on lips in the seconds it had taken for her body to gently hit the earth with his own. Familiar sensations, the tangling of shapely legs with longer gangly ones, fingers gliding through the warm silken strands of gold and of chocolate, tucking errant strands behind her ear as he kissed her face, and reveling in how easy it was to pull her closer until not a centimeter of space could be found between them. The leaves, crunching beneath every move they made, rustling in their paper-thin stiffness, were fragrant in sweet decay and more comfortable than any bed, and though the air could have been a little less still and a little less warm to suit his tastes, he could not have pulled a more perfect reconciliation from the depths of his vivid imagination. It were times such as these that made it so difficult to keep himself from putting her on pedestals of unimaginable height, to see her as anything but Aphrodite in the flesh, an inimitable beauty that scorched like the heat of July, dulling everything in her path while she radiated from somewhere far away. Had the chill of the equinox stirred the blood in his veins he would have made love to her then and there, but now he was simply content, no, better than content, he was happy to do nothing more but hold her, kiss her, pull away every so often to look down at her just to make sure that she was real.

Maybe going home was the last thing he wanted to do right now, maybe he just wanted to stay right here, sitting up again however reluctantly, even if he had pulled her up with him, peeling out of his shirt and chuckling to take her hands and tug her arms over her head. He kissed at her cheeks before slipping the discarded grey tee shirt that was much too big for her over her head, letting her lie back down before gentle hands worked open the pants she was wearing and slender digits slid them down her legs before they were simply tossed aside. It was not her expensive lingerie that held his gaze, the form fitting clothing that displayed so elegantly the shape of her body, the way every strand of her hair when smoothly brushed fell into perfect waves. She was never more beautiful than when she was clad in one of his ill fitting shirts that could have been a dress on her, when her hair was wild with curls, never more honestly sexy than when she wasn’t trying. A flop down beside her and the displaced leaves burst upward into the air, stirred by the happy flutters of vivid wings. All was happily silent for a long while, his lips otherwise busy wandering the trails of her neck again before he quietly chuckled, burying his face in her skin to laugh and hug her tighter.

“Skin crawling yet, my love?” He teased in a low whisper but the laugh that accompanied it was full, his more playful and sarcastic nature coming out when he was relaxed and pretending to give her a good look over with careful inspection. “Seems to be all there, not trying to make an escape to the sea.” Wriggling fingers moved to tickle her sides and amusement flickered all over his face in the enjoyment of simply watching her. “Oh no.” He widened his eyes and let his jaw drop a little, gasping in the pretense of mock surprise. “I think I saw a toe trying to make a run for it.” She was going to punch him in the arm if he kept picking at her, but he laughed anyhow. It was alright if she did not really like needing him in her life, all that mattered was that she needed him the way he needed her. "I love you.“ He whispered again quietly, pulling her against him until she was pressed against his chest again. “I love you.” He would never bore of telling her, pressing his lips against the side of her face. She could have this century, and the next, and the next, and most of the one after that one, until his heart stopped beating and in a burst of light and dust, he would be gone, non existent in time and space and tangible things that could be felt and touched.

She rolled her eyes with the happiest smile as he tugged her into his arms, now a familiar gesture that her body instantly responded too. His wide smile was like the rays of the moon looming over her skies, sending her emotions wild and free. Sweet kisses dangled inches from the two overjoyed faces, happy for each other dropping resistance, happy to be in love. “Your darling….” her voice heightened its soft pitch in a light pondering tone. “I like being your darling.” He wiped her face as if caring for her, and she did not mind. Technically she was the cougar here, chasing after a man many times her junior, but it felt good to be seen as someone needing to be cared for. In fact it made her cling just a bit closer to him. The intensity of the kisses he left to her porcelain skin, the tugging of her frame into him and his sharp inhaling, it all brought her heartbeat to rise. An actual heartbeat, the one that he had caused. It was such a new sound to her ears to notice the beat of a heart most would assume she did not have. Her body shape was curvaceous upon his touch, arching an instinct to her spine when he brought his hand there. Acoda’s skin was crawling, dancing with the amount of nerves he sparked in her. White canines flashed for a moment before pressing indents to her glossed bottom lip. It was moments later that he kissed her and she lost track of her senses. What was up and down? Where was here or there? Who were they? There was nothing.

Nothing but his lips and warmth and fine nostrils breathing her into pure and new existence. Trees lay dead all around them in a massacre as their two forms rolled among the leaves, foliage sure to attach to her hair. Her legs tangled about his waist, parting as a waterfall parts for rocks, a single sound of appreciation vibrating against his mouth. He kept looking at her when they parted for breath as if he were in a glazed dream. She could understand the feeling but denied the urge to remind him this was the real thing. Her face flushed a gentle pink when he directed her body, his laughter sending goose flesh to her neckline. An eager amount of energy was spent disrobing from the ruined shirt, pulling away from restraining pants and shoes to bask in milky white and translucent lace undergarments. It was beyond cliche but in the action she felt like a flower blooming under his gaze, each petal uncurling to reveal more layers he had yet to see. Grey eyes lingered longingly at each end of his sharp collarbone, before scanning down the length of his torso as if for the first time. Gods, was he not the skinniest guy she had ever lain beside, but it suited him. He did not need pounds and pounds of thick muscle, his lean figure was just right for him and just right for her. It felt so smooth when their bodies pressed together, as if they were two forgotten jigsaw puzzle pieces all along that had just waited to be connected. His smell was stronger at the side of his neck and she smiled at the familiar nauseating stench. It was remarkable how well she was able to stomach it now, despite how much it really did physically bother her. Was it odd that she suddenly found herself without words as he teased her? She only could smile and shake her head at his cute attack at her words. “Yah…..you’re pushing my patience Oh Sehun.” She murmured with a lot more sensuality than the demon had intended to exude, as her palm crashed softly against his chest. The connected slap made a sound that caused her to laugh, hoping she hadn’t hit him too hard. Just in case she lowered herself to kiss where she had smacked his chest. “I’m sensitive about my toes- they haven’t been painted in quite a while…be careful how you treat them.”

The more and more he told her that she loved her the more she rocked herself against him. It was sad that she could not wind herself entirely against him somehow, twist her body into an infinite knot around him that he could never escape from. It was sad that deep inside there was this small longing to destroy herself, destroy everything that made her demon, just to make him happy. It was sad that she did not know how long forever would mean for them. It was unbelievably amazing that together in the present they were together, and confessing love for the first time, and nearly naked in the pile of dead leaves, and not giving a damn about judgement. Pressing her lips first firmly into his jaw she whispered next:

“I love you. I want you. You are mine.”

“Hopelessly and completely my dear. All yours for as long as you will have me.” He smiled in reply to hers, his face was hurting he hadn’t ever smiled so widely and in such lengths of time, running fingers through her hair, head leaned back to allow her to press her lips where ever she liked before he tipped his head down to kiss her lips again. Once they had gone back home, should they ever decide to return at all this week and not simply exist in this little bubble of space and time without the stress of classes or the routine of boring details of every day life or any thought of a future other than the future of their own design, he would draw her a nice bath. He would make sure she had warm clothes that were dry and comfortable, he would sit at the foot of his bed, eschew his studies for just a little while longer, and paint her toes if she so liked and then once they were dried, they would fall asleep, her in his arms, the space where she had been missed the most. Well, he would sleep, she didn’t need much in the way of rest. In the morning it would all catch up to him, feeling dead in his exhaustion, ravenously hungry, but life would return to happy normality. Him buried in his books, her stealing the texts out of his hands, soft kisses making pauses in long and meandering conversations whispered between them when they were just lazing about, all tangled limbs and hushed voices and excited eyes that glowed in the very dim light streaming through the window, a break in otherwise total darkness. He could talk to her for hours, stare at her for days, content to do nothing more than … His train of thought stopped at once and with recognition burning in his gaze, the loudness of her heart beating finally registered in his ears.

He wouldn’t have to tell her just how awfully he had missed that too, and back hit the earth in gentle thud and a rustling crinkle when he laid her down among the leaves again. It was addiction that he could not help, head buried in the soft peaks of her chest, arms wrapped around her tightly and had he not exhausted the ducts in the corners of his eyes, he would have felt the pumpkin hued orbs water again, for something so small, yet so infinitely precious to him. Whether or not it beat in wickedness, in deceit, and in treachery, it was a beautiful heart of darkness that beat at its best for him and so tenderly and so shyly did he press his lips against the soft skin on the left side of her chest through the shirt she had on, and slowly, surely, with each thump against his ear, he was connected to the earth again. No, she did not weigh him down, she grounded him and reminded him that there were things more important in this world than tireless work and tests and wondering what he was to do with his life. There was more to this earth than the desire to spend tireless hours in the acquisition of knowing all there was to do in the hope that one day he might do something with all the facts he was hoarding and isolating himself away from the world as though he did not belong in it, only meant to observe and understand before he made his graceful exit.

Were he banished forever and forced to live in the realm of the humans for the rest of his days, he could not think it so terrible to find himself in exile, having more to live for in a strange land filled with strange things and strange people than he ever had at home, and every day spent away from the only world he had ever known had opened up a new world ahead of him, paths in infinite directions and people who would gather beside him on whichever one he chose to take. His hand would reach for only one however, palm extending to capture the warmth of her fingers in his, to close his palm against hers and however gently, hold onto it for what he was worth.

It did of course raise more questions, his brow furrowing with thought as the two of them laid there, as close to one another as they could possibly get out of some fear of ever being separate again. One being made out of two halves, and one was never supposed to be without the other. If he were to pass his assessment, if he were to accomplish what he had come here to do and was allowed entry back into the world of the fae, what would happen to them then? What would become of him and her and all that they had built around them that now, neither one of them could live without? The solution seemed simple enough, his eyes slowly opened again to holld her face, teeth raking along his bottom lip to chew on it lightly. “You know the autumn is coming soon,” his hand gave hers but a gentle squeeze, tugging it toward his mouth and kissing it tenderly, letting lips glide over her wrist in soft caresses. They both knew what the arrival of the fall meant without having to elaborate too much and reluctantly moving from his spot, he rolled onto his back and hauled her into his arms, hand gently running its circular path over her hip. He smiled a little to himself, the memory recalled of how, not very long ago, he was afraid to touch her there for very long, reticence still drawing his hand upward to her waist out of shyness. He still couldn’t do it, his cheeks reddening ever so lightly.

“How do you feel about the fae realm?” His eyes turned serious for a moment, hand brushing gently through rich chocolate strands. “Because if you absolutely do not want to go there, hate the whole idea of it and would rather fling yourself into the ocean…” There was the teasing sarcastic tone again, that little snarky smile on his face. He would have made a joke about the rest of her running off to join that errant escapee toe but she really would hit him. “I need to think of a way to tell them I have no intention of going anywhere even if they summon me back. And, well, if you do wish to see it I need to think of a way to tell them they’ll be gaining a new inhabitant. I have no intention of going alone if I go at all, you know.” They were certainly going to be surprised to see her if she did in fact decide to pick up and go away with him, but those were the choices, the only ones available that he would even deign to accept. She would either move with him and learn how to navigate life in the land of pixie creatures in the great oak trees, or he would once again, defy a royal order and refuse to do what he was told and stay there with her, but the choice was hers to make and neither would be taking him away from her. “This is all, of course, highly conditional on the fact that I even get to go back and they don’t attempt to draw and quarter me or something else equally terrible. There is no pressure to immediately decide.”

The look she saw in his eyes was the warm look of a man who would do anything for her, even something as silly and domestic as the painting of toenails. It pleased both her as a woman, and her vain and self absorbed nature that he cared so deeply for her. Smiling- a genuine smile for once left her closing her eyes at the enjoyable feel of being near him comfortably again. Acoda was proud of their union, proud of their mutual decision in being a couple, and proud that he felt enough to take a demon into his homeland despite her dangerous nature. Just as she knew he was equally as proud that her darkened heart beat solely for him. Her lips became dried and with desperation she sought moisture from his mouth to feel the bond between them more and more. Looking into those blazing eyes she teasingly laughed and nipped gently along is bottom lip. “You love this don’t you. Being with me.” It wasn’t a question but a statement that she knew to be fact. Shifting against him she looked back at him seriously with only a hint of desirous intent flashing in her eyes. Was he insinuating a bedding? “Yes…the coming of Autumn. We have spoken of it.” Her hand squeezed is back, just before a bold move placed her atop him, nearly straddling him. The touch along her hip was a bold one, not common for her soft and gentle mate but one she did not deny loving ever millisecond of. His cheeks were burning just from this- like a cute young virgin discovering a woman for the first time. Ironically considering their age gap that not be far from the truth. “I am…indifferent. You know how…other fae bother me. You are the only one I can stand…” Her husky tones released softly as she cupped is face in black tipped nails. She smacked his chest lightly at the sarcastic tone and a flirtatious grin arose to her lips “I think you might like if I flung myself into the ocean. You might be able to bag yourself a nice pretty mermaid with me out of the way.” It was honestly a dangerous choice, for her own final shreds of sanity to go to the realm with him. But still…. “Sehun I will never abandon Earth completely. I have set up my feeding ground here … However I am not completely against going for a visit.” Already her mind was working in ways that she would not disclose to him. Things that she could do, and goals she could achieve in the fae world. “So would this trip have….anything to do with meeting your mother by any chance?” She asked curiously while running a fingernail down the side of neck. “You know that a demon of my age and with the amount of blood running from my fingers you’re only setting yourself up to be disowned or something right?” Eyeing him seriously she tipped his face back to look at his cute expressions clearly. “I’m also… a rather lustful “cougar” . You speak of what the autumn brings knowing full well what i’ve been waiting for, I want you, but I would not want to disrespect your home by making…….love (her struggling to force that word out since its new to her) while we are there. But yes, I want to go, with you I will go anywhere.”

epilouge: Sehun & Acoda did go through with their plans, planning to spend their vacation in his realm. Their plan was to finally copulate, Acoda finally to soften up a bit more. But as feared, the entry to the place undid Acoda, and Sehun vanished. Her body was left mutilated for 2 years, and it’s where we begin our current story, at the peak of her recovery.

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