<< P: WayV Kun x gn!reader | G: angst | WC: 0.4k | AU: forbidden love | W: none >>
You're laying on sand, hues of orange and pink above you your only consciousness. In comparison, everything on the ground is trivial, and your mind is as tranquil as the waves of salt water that grace your feet every few seconds. You shift to lay on your side and the one beside you follows, darkened rays of the setting sun reflect off half his face and skin while the other half is shadowed in a stunning glowing gold. Your gazes connect, windows to your souls opening wide.
The moment is intimate, you are aware. All that is left is to ignore, to suppress, as always.
But when Kun leans in, you realise you are far too gone. Ignoring doesn’t change the course of the heart, ignoring makes things no less true.
In this faltering moment, you let your heart morph into a black hole, let it swallow as much of the gold hues of his skin, the meeting of his lips with yours, and the display of reciprocation, for you are aware that although there is nothing more you ache to keep, it is all fleeting. The inevitable is heavy and the black hole widens, desperate to consume more than what is given, more than what is at your fingertips.
Kun pulls away, the urge to mumble an apology not nearly as prominent as the lack of regret in him. He too aches for more than what should be, silently pleading for you to feel the same.
Your mind is pulled into a vortex of all ‘buts’ and ‘what ifs’ and all obligations that had seemed insignificant only a moment ago, but when your eyes find his, you find in them only clarity. You understand he has chosen his heart and it makes your own flutter, before it comes crashing down at the fleeting and the inevitable. You wonder when listening to one's own desires had become a crime.
He rests his forehead against yours in the childish desire to think your thoughts and finds your palms in the human desire to convey his. He is successful, he realises, when you succumb, burying yourself in his neck. His arm drapes around you and pulls you to his chest, his vulnerable self warm against yours.
In this faltering and deciding moment, you allow yourself to soak in the ‘could be’. When you cannot picture being elsewhere than in his arms, his breath soft on your nape and his scent strong on your nose, you make your choice.
The burden in your mind is lifted, but a stronger one is placed. Your new inevitable will be torturous and turbulent, you think, but it is a small price to pay to keep him with you.
A/n: malfunctioning bc what did i just write and why am i so in love with qian kun
During your attempt to save him, Yukhei experiences the memories closest to your heart.
➪ Pairing: Lucas x gn!reader
➪ Word Count: 2k
➪ Genre & AU: angst, fluff, comfort, winx club!au, specialist!lucas, fairy!reader
➪ Warnings: blood, injury, mentions of death
➪ Note: Thank you @lovesickgyu for agreeing to be featured ahahaahaha celebrating the signs of an approaching end to lucas’s hiatus <33 also winx club supremacy.
Your heart is thumping loudly in fear and you’re drunk with anxiety, the chaos around you fading in the face of Yukhei’s loud huffs, each one breaking away another piece of your heart and further moistening your cheeks with tears. He squirms on the makeshift operating table as blood pours out of the large wound, refusing to stay still as the professor struggles to pull out the claw buried deep into his flesh. Yukhei squeezes your intertwined hands and all you can sense from him is pain, pain, pain.
“Help him!” you cry when you sense it spike. Your breathing is shaky, unable to bear the sight of Yukhei on the verge of death. You’re not ready to lose your everything, not now, not ever, and not again.
“He needs to calm down! I can’t operate if he’s moving so much.”
He needs to stay still. You think of bringing an earth fairy, eyes scanning the sea of terrified students. Will you be able to find one willing to help him instead of fighting the monsters looming outside the building?
“Y/n.”
You turn back to face the professor, your other fist clenching and unclenching in restlessness.
“You’re a mind fairy. You’re capable of much more than sensing emotions or reading thoughts,” he treads carefully. Your throat runs dry and your breath pauses, anticipating his next words in dread.
“Share his pain. Take some of it from him.”
You shake your head frantically, horrified by the implication.
“Vines can tie him down but they can’t reduce his pulse and slow the spread of the virus. You need to calm him down now,” he stresses, his tone urgent.
“There has to be another way,” you plead. You’d rather die than enter his mind at this point. Not again, never again—
Yukhei’s grip on your hand tightens as the pain heightens to an unbearable degree and you squeeze your eyes shut, not being able to watch him writhe any longer. The image of you in the same position as now but with a different hand in yours flashes in your mind and tears escape your eyelids. You don’t ever want to feel someone you love die. Once is more than enough times. You’d rather die yourself than die the death of a loved one.
“There is no other way, not unless his heart stops beating and is not an option. We have to buy the others more time,” the professor implores.
Yukhei coughs, the sound squeezing at your heart. You’re about to pull away from him and run away so you won’t have to witness, run till you can't sense him at all, when the grip on your hand tightens in pain. You open your eyes to see him gritting his teeth, his eyes bloodshot red, the nerves on his neck twitching as he grunts and the now visible virus crawls under his skin.
You realise that he isn’t just withstanding the pain, he’s fighting it. He isn’t like your mother who had accepted her long time illness with apologetic caresses for your head and the imparting of advice for the coming years lacking her presence. Her hand in yours was alive yet lifeless, but Yukhei’s fingers clenching at your palm are dying yet alive, making you want to fight for your everything.
You take a seat beside Yukhei and the professor notices the change in your resolution, relieved when you nod at him in affirmation. He reassures you that your friends will kill the host monster soon, killing the virus in all the infected, and you trust him to protect you while you’re not conscious of your surroundings. Cupping Yukhei’s hand in yours, you close your eyes, concentrating all of your mental self on his hands, then his mind. You’re able to more clearly sense his pain, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you’re about to share.
Your breathing becomes ragged when you suck in a bit of his pain. It takes you a minute to accustom yourself to the burning sensation before slowly injecting yourself with more, widening the bridge between both of your consciousnesses and causing a few of your memories to be exposed to Yukhei.
Two purple whales chasing the horizon as the sun sets on your home world. A younger version of you stands hand-in-hand with your mom facing the sea on a wooden deck, harmonising to the song you’d always sing to him as a lullaby and forming a connection with the enchanted creatures. Fueled by the admiration you held for your role model– your mother– that was the first time you harnessed your magic.
He then sees a slightly older you sitting beside a sick woman lying on a hospital bed. He feels the extreme sense of loneliness, fear, and grief in you and through you, your mother’s helplessness, regret, and guilt rooting from her love for you. That was the day you formed your first mental link, an accident caused by untrained magic and unstable emotions and an accident that scarred you for life.
The next memory is of when you first entered Alfea. Everyone around you were from different home planets and were users of various different types of magic, yet you had never felt so connected. You found a place where you could be you and belong, one that would help nurture your true magic, and you met roommates who eventually became closer than family.
It’s the Alfea & Red Fountain annual freshman event. You’re pouring yourself some fruit punch when you somehow manage to pick up the sound of an extremely light and almost transparent soul among the large crowd of strong and loud ones, making your irises glow purple. You spill some punch on your brand new dress but you can’t care less about it as you frantically push through the horde of people and search for the rare soul that reminded you of an untouched flower field in the eye of a storm.
You’re trying your best to activate your magic as you try to lose the witches chasing you down the streets of Magix. Mentally scolding yourself for not paying heed to your seniors’ advice to be aware of senior witches from Cloud Tower that target freshmen fairies as part of some stupid tradition, you regret separating from your friends while shopping. The adrenaline pounds at your ears and renders you unable to sense pedestrians, so when you take a sharp turn at the next curb, you crash into someone and fall to your rear.
It’s only when you take a second on the warm concrete to compose yourself that you realise they’re the soul you heard at the event a few weeks ago and upon opening your eyes, you’re left breathless by the charming specialist before you.
“Are you okay?” he asks in concern as he helps you up, and you would’ve stood there staring and speechless if you didn’t sense the approaching witches.
“I need your help,” you plead when you notice he has gear with him. His expression morphs into a more serious one when he picks up your anxious state and spots the witches chasing you.
“Stand behind me,” he instructs you confidently as he pulls out his sword and shield, and you’re slightly relieved when you see them successfully activate.
The witches falter for a second at the appearance of a specialist before noticing the lack of color in his gem and weapons, smiling in amusement. Muttering a levitating spell, they easily pull the weapons out of his grip and drop them to the ground.
“This year’s new students are stupider than I thought they’d be,” one of the witches comments as the other prepares to cast another spell. It’s only then that you connect one and one with the fact that you sensed him at the freshman event, internally slapping your forehead for stopping to ask for help. The specialist grabs your hand and breaks into a sprint, dragging you along with him to his wind rider parked by a nearby cafe. You huff when he motions for you to get on.
“I refuse. I literally just met you and the only thing I know about you is that you’re just as new to all of this as I am.”
“Wong Yukhei– specialist at Red Fountain– experienced biker. It’s either me or those witches. Your choice,” he quips, and you swear you sense a hint of smugness behind his haste expression.
The next memory is also one of him. He’s atop James– a magiwolf and your bonded animal–, chasing after an older you as you zoom through the outskirts of Pixie Village. Wind combs his hair and the fresh air of the enchanted forest paired with your occasional taunts ignite breathy laughs in him. When you start slowing down from exhausting your magic and he gets closer, he shifts to stand on top of James and launches himself at you, wrapping his arms around you and taking the brunt of the fall as you tumble onto the grass. James lets out a low howl as you break into a fit of giggles when Yukhei refuses to release you from his grip and tickles your sides, and it’s only when the laughter dies down and you roll off him to meet his gaze that you’re made aware of your proximity, causing your face to flare. Yukhei’s cheeks tinge red, his eyes affectionate and his breathing nervous when he leans in to momentarily press his lips to yours. He looks to you for consent and when he sees in you the same affection he holds, he giddily pulls you closer by your waist and kisses you.
Flashes of moments when he touched your heart, hurt you, and comforted you play in his mind like a film on your relationship. He’s overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, some yours and some of others you were able to sense.
You slam your bedroom door shut, the negative energy flowing to you from the fight between your friends irking you and driving you to the edge of tears. You lean against the door and squeeze your eyes close in frustration, your head buzzing from all the anger and hurt that your friends are feeling. You wish you could just drown it all out.
“Are you okay?”
You open your eyes and are surprised to find Yukhei sitting on your bed, still in his specialist uniform. You notice the open window and his wind rider outside, deducing he must’ve snuck in unnoticed to surprise you.
“What’s happening outside?” he asks in worry, making his way to your clearly dishevelled self.
“Nothing,” you sign, burying yourself in his neck when he engulfs you in a hug. He rubs your back soothingly as you inhale his scent, drowning in the sound of him.
Yukhei had always been curious about the sound of his soul that you loved so much. He pestered you multiple times to try and describe it but you refused because your words could never do justice to what you truly heard.
Yukhei sounds like a gentle midday breeze carrying dandelion seeds, each one signifying a moment of pure and raw human emotion. Under his boisterous self lies contentment, free of all material and burden. The light of an untainted child remains in his matured mind and he lets it guide him to connect with his surroundings. He’s your state of tranquillity, your escape from the constant buzzing from other’s minds that you can’t block out.
You’re on the verge of passing out when the pain disappears and you drop the link, heart pounding against your ribs and sweat cold to your burning skin. Exhaling in relief when you see the virus dissipate, you rest your head on his chest in exhaustion, extremely grateful to your friends for the timing— a little longer and you would’ve lost him.
“You scared me,” you breathe, your words being muffled against his shirt. He lifts his free arm to drape it around your back, stroking your shoulder to comforting you. You shift your head to gaze up at him when he frees his other hand from your grasp and holds your palm, his eyes tender as he brings it to his lips and kisses it.
“Thank you,” he whispers. He’s thankful for saving him, thankful for sharing your vulnerability with him, and thankful for loving him the way you do.
<< P: WayV Kun x gn!reader | G: angst | WC: 0.4k | AU: forbidden love | W: none >>
You’re laying on sand, hues of orange and pink above you your only consciousness. In comparison, everything on the ground is trivial, and your mind is as tranquil as the waves of salt water that grace your feet every few seconds. You shift to lay on your side and the one beside you follows, darkened rays of the setting sun reflect off half his face and skin while the other half is shadowed in a stunning glowing gold. Your gazes connect, windows to your souls opening wide.
The moment is intimate, you are aware. All that is left is to ignore, to suppress, as always.
But when Kun leans in, you realise you are far too gone. Ignoring doesn’t change the course of the heart, ignoring makes things no less true.
In this faltering moment, you let your heart morph into a black hole, let it swallow as much of the gold hues of his skin, the meeting of his lips with yours, and the display of reciprocation, for you are aware that although there is nothing more you ache to keep, it is all fleeting. The inevitable is heavy and the black hole widens, desperate to consume more than what is given, more than what is at your fingertips.
Kun pulls away, the urge to mumble an apology not nearly as prominent as the lack of regret in him. He too aches for more than what should be, silently pleading for you to feel the same.
Your mind is pulled into a vortex of all ‘buts’ and ‘what ifs’ and all obligations that had seemed insignificant only a moment ago, but when your eyes find his, you find in them only clarity. You understand he has chosen his heart and it makes your own flutter, before it comes crashing down at the fleeting and the inevitable. You wonder when listening to one’s own desires had become a crime.
He rests his forehead against yours in the childish desire to think your thoughts and finds your palms in the human desire to convey his. He is successful, he realises, when you succumb, burying yourself in his neck. His arm drapes around you and pulls you to his chest, his vulnerable self warm against yours.
In this faltering and deciding moment, you allow yourself to soak in the ‘could be’. When you cannot picture being elsewhere than in his arms, his breath soft on your nape and his scent strong on your nose, you make your choice.
The burden in your mind is lifted, but a stronger one is placed. Your new inevitable will be torturous and turbulent, you think, but it is a small price to pay to keep him with you.
A/n: malfunctioning bc what did i just write and why am i so in love with qian kun
yes i write mainly for the world's least fav member of the world's least favorite nct unit because he is my most favorite member from my most favorite nct unit what r u going to do about it
In which a certain blue-blooded dragon holds your heart, but the crimson red markings on your skin hold you back.
➪ Pairing: Winwin x fm!reader
➪ Word Count: 2.5k
➪ Genre & AU: angst, fluff, fantasy, hint of enemies-to-lovers, business executive!winwin, business executive!reader, magical creature!winwin, magical creature!reader
➪ Warnings: daggers, physical violence, blood, partial nudity, kissing, making out
➪ Note: loosely based on the webtoon Subzero, this fic is for @/naptaemed’s winwin collab Casting Call !! (i signed up for business executive but i ended up leaning more towards magical creature, forgive me jackie) titles are not my forte so pls excuse me. I hope you enjoy :>
“In my opinion, Mr. Huang’s proposal has the most potential.”
Your heels click against the hollow floor of the lift when you enter. The doors close and through its reflecting surface, you see an office worker behind you. Sicheng shakes his head in disagreement making you internally groan.
“Mr. Huang’s proposal has too many unpredictable factors in play. On the other hand, Ms. Ning’s idea is stable and works smoothly.”
You’re about to refute with an argument of your own when your senses pick up ill intent from the man behind you, and you understand from Sicheng’s hardened gaze that he senses it too. Through the mirror in front of you, you see the man’s eyes glow orange. He flicks a dagger at the emergency stop button and the lift comes to a halt.
Fox.
Sicheng’s irises turn bright blue, outlines of the scales under his skin glowing and decorating his eyelids. The fox isn’t surprised by Sicheng revealing his half form, this is an assassination attempt of the said blue dragon, but finds himself rather entertained when he spots the appearance of your own set of glowing red scales and irises.
“A crimson and an azure together? I wonder if your blood know,” he snickers, pulling out an enchanted dagger and lunging at Sicheng. You grab his wrist before he gets to him and let fire flow through your palms, forcing the fox to drop his weapon. Sicheng takes advantage of this moment of weakness and punches him square in the jaw, making him drop to the floor.
“Who sent you?” Your tone is filled with anger, and the fox responds with an amused grin.
“You did.”
You let out a low growl, your insides roaring in fury of such an accusation, and you’re about to engulf half his body in flames but Sicheng stops you with a hand on your shoulder, the coldness emanating from him calming you down.
“Who sent you?” Sicheng barks, his attention back on the perpetrator on the floor of the lift, but receives no answer. You muster all your strength and kick at the fox’s ribs, and when he rolls on his side in pain, you turn him onto his stomach and press your knee against his spine, grabbing his wrists and pulling his arms back.
“The Crimson Dragons,” he grunts in pain.
Panic flashes through your eyes and your grip on him falters at his answer, letting him break free. He reaches for the dagger previously discarded on the floor and attempts to stab you with it but you lean back in time, instead leaving a deep gash across your side and waist. At this, Sicheng loses all will to stick to law and captures the fox’s entire body in ice. You relax at the fox no longer being a threat, squeezing your eyes shut at the pain, your breathing ragged.
“Are you okay?” he kneels beside you as you clutch at your waist, blood seeping out through your blouse and onto your palm.
“It’s healing, but it hurts like a bitch,” you groan. He hovers his palm above your own, sending waves of cold air to numb the wound.
With his free hand, Sicheng pulls out the dagger from the lift push button board, causing the lift to start moving again.
“Yuta will be here, he’s in my office and he most likely sensed what happened. He’ll take care of the fox and the security footage, but that,” he points at your blood-stained blouse before continuing. “is something we need to hide.”
You motion for him to take off his dark blue coat and upon understanding, he slides it off, helping you into it while carefully avoiding skin contact.
“They’re probably going to think we’re dating though,” he suppresses a smile when you snort.
The lift door opens and Sicheng promptly unfreezes the fox. Yuta gives his boss a reassuring pat on the back before carrying the unconscious man out, and Sicheng helps you to his office.
“She’s not feeling well, don’t let anyone in until I give permission,” he informs the employee nearest to his office door before closing it.
The moment Sicheng has his blinds down, you plop on the couch and pull your hand out from under the coat, watching and wiggling your blood-stained fingers. You can tell the wound is already almost fully healed even though the pain hasn’t subsided one bit.
“It must be some sort of pain inducing enchantment,” he says as he makes his way to his desk. “I keep a few antidotes in my office for situations like these”
Situations like these.
“Let me,” he offers with the first aid kit in his hand. You avert your eyes, guilt boiling in your stomach.
Slipping off his coat and shuffling in your seat, you face away from him when he takes a seat on the couch. He takes your actions as an affirmation and helps you out of your blouse, dragon markings on your back in full view. You feel his stare on your skin, shivers running down your spine.
“Crimson red,” he mutters in awe. You squeeze your eyes shut, tearing up at his words and the weight they carry when coming from him.
“Sicheng you really don’t have to-”
“Brace yourself,” he cuts you off with a short warning before his antidote-smeared fingers come in contact with your skin. Your markings glow and sizzle, sending waves of adrenaline through your body, and your blood screams at you to rip the dragon behind you to shreds.
The first and last time you felt this was 3 years ago, when your fingers accidentally brushed against his during an innocent exchange of documents and just like your ancestors would describe it, the unadulterated rage that flowed through your blood as your inner dragon growled and clawed at your insides, begging to be unleashed, was nearly uncontrollable. Yet, when you looked at the target of your blood thirst, you realised he was trying just as hard as you to control himself.
With that, hundreds of years worth of ancestral rivalry that flowed through your blood fizzled out when you saw him not as an azure dragon, but as Dong Sicheng, the man you loved and pined over for all the years you had known him for. You were instead overcome by fear; fear of having to face him in war, fear of losing him to war, and fear of being viewed as nothing more than the blood of your ancestors, so you dashed out of your office, dodging his attempt to hold you back and ignoring his calls. The next day, Sicheng surprises you by showing up at your office with a marketing file.
“Next meeting on Thursday. Be sure to have your share of the work done by then,” he said before infuriating you with his usual taunting smile, one that made you rush down to the 6th floor and throw the entire marketing department into chaos by preponing the deadline to two whole days prior to the meeting as soon as he left your building.
The two of you fell back into your routine squabbles, never bringing up your bloodlines or the thousand year old rivalry between your clans, and forever avoiding any possible skin contact.
Today’s incident shattered the bubble the two of you chose to hide in making you realise that you can’t keep playing this game of hide and don’t seek anymore. The responsibility the two of you hold as members of your respective head families, to satisfy your clans and play your part in the feud, is heavy. The consequences of disobeying can be dire.
“The fox is going to spill,” Sicheng breaks your train of thought, his voice careful. Your usually loud self has been silent for too long and it’s making him anxious. He hopes you don’t decide anything without talking it out with him, although a part of him already knows you’re too stubborn for that.
He motions for you to turn around, and your cheeks heat up at having to face him in only your bra. Sensing your nervousness, he hands you his coat and you loosely throw it around your neck, covering your chest while letting him continue treating the front part of your waist. You settle on observing his concentrated state, your heart pounding from the amount of raw affection he’s letting himself show.
“Yeah, he’s definitely going to tell.” Tell your families.
It was selfish of you to not shut him out after finding out. It was selfish to pretend there exists nothing more than friendship between the two of you.
You know Sicheng is done when you no longer feel any pain in your fully healed wound. He looks up at you, his eyes no longer concealing his desire to claim you his, and you decide to take advantage of the intimate moment to finish things once and for all.
“Azure,” you pause when you realise you startled him by calling him by his bloodline. Pushing back the tears clogging your throat, you force yourself to continue. “Can I see your marks?”
Sicheng spends a moment trying to read you before nodding, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping out of it. His dragon is spread across his back and chest and stomach, and is a shade darker than when he uses his magic. You hover your fingers above the alluring markings before delicately placing your fingertip on his skin.
Hate me.
His marks don’t glow, more of your fingers land on his skin.
Push me away.
You find yourself slightly trembling when his marks still don’t glow. You place your entire palm on his chest, and Sicheng wretchedly ascertains your decision.
Let go, you’re making this harder for me.
Tears are flowing down your cheeks freely, but you harden your gaze. You think you see fear flash in his eyes but he makes no other indication of such an emotion, not budging from his position. You release flames from the tip of your index, burning his skin and making him wince, but not once do you sense his inner dragon surge.
“How?” your eyes flutter to meet him, your voice quavering. Sicheng's gaze is determined as he slips his hand in yours and holds your palm tight, making your markings glow brighter.
“Let go,” he whispers before pulling you closer by your hand. He presses his lips to yours, pausing and giving you time to push him back, and when you don’t, he proceeds with kissing you.
“I-”
“Let go” he murmurs against your lips, before pushing forward, forcing you to fall back onto the couch as the coat slips off you. He hovers over you, kisses fast-paced and aggressive and pained. You slide your arms around his neck, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling him closer to you, craving the feeling of his body on yours. His lips eventually trace down your jawline to your collarbone, nibbling at every piece of skin on the way and making you dizzy. You whimper, fingers tugging at his hair when you’re pushed further into the couch, heart weeping and bleeding and dancing among the stars.
“Sicheng we really can’t-”
Moving back up, he softly tugs at your lip, effectively cutting you off.
“I love you.”
Tears spill from your eyes as you try to look at anything but him, wishing you could unhear. Your insides are thrown into turmoil, caught between anger and the pure want to discard all rationality and give into what you two have.
“Don’t,” you plead.
His palms settle on the sides of your neck, and with soft pressure from his thumbs, he turns your head to face him. His eyes are vulnerable.
“I love you,” he says again, gentler. You whimper as you lift your head and capture his lips, pulling him back down with you. You kiss him harder, desperate to wash his words away and to never forget the feeling of his lips on yours. Sicheng signs into the kiss, tucking his knees between your legs as he builds courage to ask.
“Do you love me?”
Panting softly, you swallow the tears in your throat.
You love him. You’ve loved him for years before you found out, and you loved him for years after because to you, he has always, always, been just Dong Sicheng.
To say that to him, what would it mean for the two of you? Your clans would never be able to understand traitors of the thousand year old war between your ancestors. Your blood and markings are unforgiving-
Your markings?
Sliding your fingers over them, you realise they’re no longer glowing, your dragon dormant. You’re confused, but when you meet his anxious yet knowing gaze, everything clicks together like a puzzle.
Sicheng meant not for you to let loose of your dragon, but of your emotions. He meant for you to let your feelings for him take control, and you feel feather light at the realisation.
“Yes.”
The burden on your heart dispels when you stop hiding the one truth that had always been the answer. You only wonder why you hadn’t done it sooner.
“I love you.”
A relieved smile sprouts on Sicheng’s face, and your heart thumps loudly in growing excitement.
“I love you.”, you confess again, pecking his forehead.
“I love you.” peck. “I love you.” peck. Your heart grows lighter with every confession you kiss onto his skin. Releasing a long breath, he rests his head on your collarbone, nose brushing against your skin.
“I was so scared you wouldn’t– I was scared you’d think it wouldn’t mean anything– I just didn't know how to tell you,” he softly admits. You tug him closer to you, resting your chin on his head.
“Us being able to suppress our dragons is a miracle.” You’re in disbelief at the fact that you can hold Sicheng in your arms like this without the adrenaline rush or your blood boiling.
“If we can defy our markings, who is to say we can’t survive the wrath of our clans?”
He hums in contentment, the vibrations from his voice reaching your chest.
Someone forces open the office door and the sound has you instinctively pushing the dragon off of you. He doesn’t budge, instead slapping his fingers over your mouth.
“Dong Sicheng~?”
The backrest of the couch hides you from Yuta’s view. A few seconds later, you hear an employee rush behind him, apologising out loud before pulling him out and closing the door. The two of you hear Yuta throw his usual tantrum at the employees outside, demanding to be let in because he and Sicheng are practically closer than lovers.
“Should I be concerned?”, you raise your brow. Sicheng snorts at your teasing, tucking himself between the couch and you and draping an arm over your waist. You turn your head to face him, your nose bumping into his making you chuckle, and you meet his reassuring gaze.
You think you can get through this if you have him by your side.
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“Isn’t that my hoodie? Well, it looks good on you.”
“Will you be mine, forever?”
“It’s you - it always has been, and it always will be.”
“Are you wearing my socks?” “Yeah, they’re warmer than mine.”
“Truth or dare?” “Neither.”
“I love your voice, you know that?”
“Are you sleeping?” “I’m trying to.”
“I bet if I kissed you right now, your lips would taste like candy.”
“Sing for me, darling.”
“You’ll always be special to me, I promise.”
“Let’s dance in the rain!” “Cliche, much?”
“Hey, look! Mistletoe.” “Nope, I’m not kissing you.”
“If you could have one thing in the entire world, what would it be?” “You.”
“I like you. You like me. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, don’t you think?”
“I have butterflies in my stomach and they aren’t even here.”
“Do you even know how to cook?” “Nope.” “Just try not to burn down the kitchen.”
“Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.”
“Are you going to kiss me now?” “Only if you want me to.”
“You’re special. Especially to me.”
“Are you jealous?” “No.” “Am I supposed to believe you?”
“Do I distract you?” “In the best way possible.”
“Can you hold my hand?”
“I’m glad you’re here, with me.”
“Have I kissed you today?” “You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?”
“What did you dream of?” “Our wedding.”
“I want a hug.” “Ask, and you shall receive.”
“I want a grilled cheese sandwich, please.” “Sure, but it costs one kiss.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?” “Yeah, just like you.”
“You’re perfect.”
“Stop staring at me!” “Why? I’ve got a beautiful view.”
Angst Prompt List:
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Just… stay away from me. Please.”
“Maybe you should try taking a leap of faith.”
“Why would you say that to me?”
“I could never leave you alone.” “Then why are you doing just that?”
“Why do we even need other people? We’ve got each other.”
“I love you.” “Don’t lie to yourself.”
“Are you willing to take that choice?”
“Sometimes letting go is the best thing anyone can ever do.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Aren’t you afraid of growing tired of me?” “I could never.”
“I’m so, so scared that this is all a lie.”
“You can’t just walk into someone’s life, make them feel special, and then leave.”
“We should take a break.”
“Who cares?” “Me!”
“You’re never second to me. You’re always first.”
“Why did you choose me?”
“Don’t shut me out.”
“I’m trying, but it’s just so hard.”
“What we had was magical. It’s not anymore.”
“I just want to be loved.”
“Did you even care about me?”
“I’m not good enough for you.”
“Please tell me this is all just a big, messed-up prank.”
“My intention was never to hurt you.”
“Things just… went downhill.”
“I think this is good for both of us. Gives us time to think.”
“Promise me you’ll come back.” “I… can’t.”
“I’ll always love you, but… maybe we weren’t meant to last.”
