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♡ jianyu must know ( chenlong )

┊┊┊ Chenlóng & Jianyu

●●●●● | ATTRACTION

┊┊┊ "Very. He is a handsome wolfen. A warrior with a drive to improve constantly, a man with a purpose to make a living for himself but a gentleness in his heart to know that family and pack and home, is always a priority. Skilled in hunting and nurturing, he gives all the qualities of a perfect mate to one like myself. A fighter and brawler when the times call for it, but he also knows how to relax, to lower his guard and welcome affection without fight. I do enjoy witnessing his cheeks redden when I am a little more forward with my actions for his touch and smell, but I do enjoy how he doesn't shy himself from the wants either. To join me in bathing lakes or to touch me in return when his fancy strikes. I am… greatly pleased."

●●●●● | AFFECTION

┊┊┊ "I hope I do not smother him too much with how much I need to share. Call it part of my reptilian blood, but his warmth is like a beacon for me. I wish to coil him tight, hold him and cuddle for hours on end. Though the sun rises every morn, it has nothing to the body heat of him and his heart against mine. To hold him in rain, wind or storm, I can not help but wish time to slow so it can last just a little longer before we must continue on."

●●●●● | INTEREST

┊┊┊ "His ways, life and soul are for me to learn all over again in a new chapter. Once an observer, not a participant, I am excited to learn Jianyu as a loving mate and equal partner and no longer a student of my blade or first contact with his tribe when he remained with them."

●●●●○ | LOYALTY

┊┊┊ "I am nothing compared to Khasar at his side, but I hope to be just as worthy when they are of need of me."

●●●●● | TRUST

┊┊┊ "He needs never ask for it… and I, the same."

[caemthe]

@guhamun said.º

It was not the first, nor would it be the last time that Calcharo had come to this underground fighting arena. It was a good place to not only scope out talent, but to recruit those who happened to catch his eye. There was one in particular that he had taken quite an interest in, but alas, this one was already ‘claimed’. The Animals could be a possessive lot with what was theirs, and though credits could certainly catch their attention, they were not keen on giving this particular fighter up. She made them far too much money, had a debt to pay, and was a popular face. Besides, Lupa was keen on staying, and so there wasn’t much that could be done save for kidnapping; a feat that was utterly ridiculous to even ponder. Arms crossed, he watched the fighting that took place, the scent of sweat and blood in the air as crowds cheered, howling with excitement. A shame. She would make a great Ghost Hound.

Multiple voices cheered, cursed and roared at the caged fight. Lupa was defending her title against an opponent that looked like he could leave a dent on titanium if he landed a hit. But Lupa offered no chances for that. Vicious, instinctive, restless, wolf-like, the moment she saw an opening, the woman threw herself at her opponent like a prey going for the killing bite, trapping him in an arm-lock when he tried to punch her in the head. He tried to break free, but it already was too late for him. Red and yellowish 'blood' painted the ring and a large body stopped struggling by the time the winner was announced.

Another flawless victory for Lupa Silva!

The crowded exploded after that. It was almost deafening, but Lupa could barely hear them over the sound of her own heart. Green eyes closed as she took a few breaths to recover, and then she was grinning wide and celebrating with the crowd. In the ring, with the spotlight pointing at her, Lupa can finally feel like herself.

And if she keeps her winning streak, her debt with the Silva will be cleared in no time, so every victory counts... But getting excited and hoping for something too much could get her killed. How did that ancient saying go? Don't count your chickens before they hatch or something like that. But who even can afford real eggs? Doesn't matter. What's important is that, even if her heart is pounding, she can't allow herself to be reckless. She has seen it happen in the ring all the time. They gain momentum and stop paying attention to their blind spots, they focus on offense too much and forget all about defense. It's so easy to sink her fangs in them right then. She refuses to let the same thing happen to her.

The crowd had started to disperse and it won't be long before Julia or one of her guys appear. Boring. She just wanted to lean back and relax before she had her mood spoiled, but it was then that she saw that man. Calcharo, founder of the Ghost Hounds, vicious and merciless to all who failed to keep their end of the deal, yet oddly fair with his prices and hounds. Everyone probably have heard his name before, but the man himself on the flesh? Well, that was new. "Were you betting or looking for fresh meat to pick today? If it's the latter, then it must be disappointing. No one holds a candle to the champion."

It was then that she noticed that the ghost hound had approached her. She really doubted he was paid by another gang to take her down, which only left one option. "If you're going to ask what I think you're going to ask, then no, I'm not interested in joining another gang after I settle things here." If something sounded too good to be true, then it was. That's how things work in Night City and what she heard about Calcharo was too good to be true. And in the extremely unlikely scenario that it wasn't, then she might blow it. Years of experience have taught her that she's no good around others. A bit of a lone wolf, isn't she?

[vcnefiica]

🔥 + does iuno lean towards particular preferences in the bedroom?

nope, iuno is as vanilla as they come. to be fair, she spent her life just wanting to live like a normal person, but being a priestess means she doesn't have a lot of time to explore anything new. so she's more than okay with kissing, being held. she's a big fan of foreplay honestly, all the slow touching, kissing, silly banter? she actually needs it to even be in the moment fr.

send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse. | @guhamun

[caemthe]

@guhamun said.º

“Jiyan, you need to be more careful.” Jianyu sighed, dragging a hand down the side of his face as he shook his head. “Your heart is in a good place, but if you rock the boat too much, you’ll end up at the bottom of the sea.” Nomads tended to struggle a little in Night City, something he understood well considering he was used to the closeness of a clan and a wide open area. Out there, you just had to deal with Wraiths, the occasional corrupt Corporation sticking their fingers into places they shouldn’t, and maybe Scavengers here and there. Night City, though, had a plethora of different gangs. The culture here was entirely different too. For him, it had certainly…taken quite a bit of getting used to. At least for himself, however, joining the military had helped. “Tell me, at least, that you’ll give me a call if things get too hot. You tend to have a tendency to try and do things on your own."

     “…” He shouldn’t be surprised that Jianyu got word of the bomb placed at the door of his clinic before the day ended. It was naive of him to think the event would go unnoticed simply because there was no property damage or casualties. Jiyan inwardly sighed as he listened to the mercenary tell him what he already knew, but he still offered a tired but reassuring smile and nodded a few times. He really appreciated that Jianyu took the time to check on him and remind him to slow down. Life in Night City is nothing like the life he had with his clan. No good deed is left unpunished in Night City, he understands that. Any other day he would’ve invited them to his apartment to continue their conversation (the scolding he would receive) over a cup of tea.

     But today had been a long day and he was tired.

     Having to perform a major emergency surgery, inform a disoriented young mercenary what happened and then explain why they needed to downsize despite having few augmentations. It wasn’t easy to tell a kid just starting out that their run needed to cut short if they didn’t want it to be cut even shorter. And no one likes waking up with a limb missing. Jiyan hoped his words managed to convince them but, even if he didn’t, he trusted Calcharo would make sure that boy didn't do anything reckless. It was almost ironic that, hours later, he was being treated like a reckless youth. He supposed that just showed how some things were just a matter of perspective. "Good night to you too, Jianyu."

     More than once, Jiyan has been told that his heart is gentle and that that’s his greatest weakness. It’ll get him killed one of these days. He doesn’t dismiss that possibility, but he considers it his greatest strength too, something he won’t let Night City take away from him. "I must be the luckiest man alive. No matter where I go, I always tend to cross paths with people with integrity. Unfortunately, I always make them worry." A small nip, but he meant every word he said too. "Jianyu, I understand where you're getting at, but if I always stay in the safe path, it’ll be no different from when I couldn’t do anything to save my peers. I have no interest in making a name for myself, I simply wish to make a positive change for my clan and those around me."

     Before the mercenary could start arguing why that was exactly what put him in a dangerous position and that, as beautiful as his ideals were, they simply weren’t feasible in Night City, he said, "I will handle it. It may not seem like it, but I'm perfectly aware of what I'm getting into." Kindness didn’t equal weakness or naivety, and he could afford to stay kind because he was strong. It seemed that wasn’t enough to convince Jianyu. He was hoping to save this information for another occasion, but… how had Calcharo called it again? "Besides, not long ago I agreed on a mutually beneficial deal with the leader of the Ghost Hounds. You must've heard of him. Even if you're not around, I'll be fine."

[vcnefiica]

“I seem to see you everywhere. Do you ever sit still?” There was a hint of a jest in there somewhere in Calcharo’s tone if one really paid attention, though his features didn’t so much as shift and change as icy gaze fell upon a certain wanderer. “Though, I guess it would be odd if I ever saw you in a location for overly long.”

Sit still, her? Xinyi had come to, with no real understanding of who she was, but knowing she had a purpose. So moving from place to place made sense when she was trying to find answers, while also making bonds. Though, even that was confusing sometimes because not everyone's intentions was good. ❝ ━ Being in motion makes me feel like I'll probably get things done quicker, ❞ She jests back as she rises to her feet to face Calacharo, a grin tugging at her mouth.

Though really, she's not moving quickly enough, and yet she still needs rest like every one else. Otherwise she's a little cranky in the morning. Golden eyes give the Ghost Hound a once over, noting he wasn't injured. Good, atleast he was in good standing. ❝ ━ Besides if you see me sitting, it's because my legs finally stopped working. Being tossed around by Echoes sometimes is enough to make me wanna sit down and enjoy the breeze. ❞

Eyes crinkle at the corners as the Rover folds her arms over her abdomen. ❝ ━ But hey, considering we keep running into one another, you also seems to be on the move. Anything new you've come across? Something I can help with? ❞ / @guhamun

[caemthe]

@guhamun said.º

Jianyu had not expected to return to Septimont – at least not so soon, and yet here he was once more. Of course, the reason for him being here was not due to any particular client, nor was he here for the sake of enjoying all the nation had to offer. No, no, he was here at the behest of Calcharo to play as guide for an individual who was very keen on keeping information to the bare minimum. Alas, he knew this song and dance well enough to not poke and prod. So, instead, he allowed his charge to enjoy herself, or well, whatever it was that she was here for. Truth be told, he had no idea what he was even doing here himself. Was he to be a guide? A bodyguard? What a bizarre contract. The charge in question lifted her hand, fingers brushing against her chin in thought as her gaze too kin the sight of Echoes and warriors clashing in battle. For Yinlin, it was a most peculiar sight, yet, she could see the appeal in it. That did beg to question, though…did the gladiators feel any attachment to the Echoes they called upon? Or were they just tools towards victory? This was all information she intended to learn, as well as bring back to her superiors. “Hmm…Rinascita had already intrigued me with their usage of Echoes, but I find Septimont to altogether different in how they go about utilizing theirs. Let us move a bit closer so I can get a better look at the fighting.”

It took a good time for the city to get back on its feet after the clash with Leviathan and the Fractsidus, but while the Old district still was in reparation, most buildings and the like from Capitoline Hill were as good as new now. That meant that the Agon made its return and there were gladiator matches every day in the main arena and all over Septimont again. Lupa fought as an independent gladiator now, she had Castur as her manager and no longer belonged to House Silva or any other noble house. A part of her thought that it would be easier to find a gladiator partner that would stick around this time, but reality had other plans in mind. Well... one step at a time, right? She has met great people and made amazing allies in the battle against the Dark Tide so at least she knows she's not the same as she was before the Great Agon.

The gladiator Castur teamed her up for this mini Agon mostly kept to themselves, but they could hold their ground without needing Lupa to keep an eye on them, which was nice. Victory was to be expected from that temporary but formidable team and the people cheered when they defeated the team of the blue Furies. While waving at the crowd she saw a familiar face. Jianyu, the ghost hound! And there was a woman next to him this time, too. The woman didn't wear the uniform of the ghost hounds, but her fashion sense definitely aligned more with Huanglong's style than Ragunna or Lilyland, which meant... Lupa didn't have ears to match her wolf tail but, if she did, they would've perked up at the realization she came up with.

If she had known, she would've given Jianyu a few souvenir store recommendations to find something for his girlfriend. But, well, considering he brought her to Rinascita now that things had calmed down here and in Ragunna... talk about being a romantic! This is why Lupa said that, even with her enhanced sense of smell, you never stops getting to know the people around you. Everyone is just full is surprises. The gladiator caught a bouquet that was thrown at her and waved at the crowd one last time before leaving the arena. A quick shower, a change of clothes and a message to Jianyu asking him to wait for her at a designated location later, the gladiator was finally waving at her friend and his girlfriend with a wide grin.

Funnily enough, Lupa was polite enough to put Jianyu in a headlock or give him a bear hug, but she invaded the woman's personal space to sniff them, just like she had done with Jianyu when they first met. Odd as it was, they didn't smell much like Jianyu, but she had no time to ponder why that was because her attention now was on the puppet echo next to the woman. "Wow, I've never seen an echo like that before. Where did you get it?" It looked like a doll, reminded her a bit of the ones in Ragunna. How did the ragunnessi called them...? Right, the divine emissaries. But this one even had Huanglong's writing on its clothes, unless they were some sort of robot, like the ones from the New Federation? How curious!

"Ah, forgive me, warrior. Look at me getting all excited that I forget to properly introduce myself. Lupa, star gladiator of Septimont. Ready to serve and fight."

[deathleads]

❝ a star just fell from the sky. ❞ ( nanami )

cowboy bebop starters

of  all  the  many  things  she  had  learned  since  coming  to  japan,  such  things  never  come  forth  in  daily  conversation.  Not  within  her  line  of  work,  anyway.  Curses,  battles,  the  protection  of  the  students  school  —  anything  else  sat  forgotten  in  a  lost  filing  cabinet  at  the  very  back  of  the  office.  dust  covered,  unneeded.  a  piece  of  furniture  still  useable  and  yet,  so  very  discarded.  since  she  and  Kento  had  recently  joined  one  another  in  love,  she  had  chosen  to  rediscover  those  old  memories  once  thought  to  be  useless  and  irrelevant  to  her  new  world. 

wishing  upon  stars,  or  rather,  wishing  in  general,  was  something  for  children  still  ignorant  of  the  world,  or  for  adults  acting  cute  with  their  partners.  those  who  still  believed  in  magic,  or  the  magic  of  hope  only  truly  believed  that  wishing  upon  a  dying  light  would  make  those  hopes  come  true.  a  child  enslaved  by  the  village,  thrust  into  a  foreign  land  and  forced  to  learn  its  language  —  she  wasn't  the  type  of  person  to  actually  believe  in  wishing  upon  falling  stars. 

and  yet.  and  yet.  and  yet.

the  lovers  snuggle  close.  her  hand  across  his  chest,  crown  of  her  head  nestled  into  his  neck.  perhaps  hopes  wished  upon  stars  could  come  true?  she  shifts,  kissing  the  fine  line  of  his  jaw  before  speaking  into  the  warm  flesh.

      “  Shall  we  make  a  wish?  But,  I've  already  gotten  everything  I  could  ever  want,  Kento-san.”

[caemthe]

@guhamun said.º

It started as a small, ridiculous thought that came to mind one day. Easily ignored – easily brushed aside. However, with the passing of days, that thought began to manifest more and more. Although Calcharo was not one to act upon whim, he did find himself doing that when Jiyan was involved. Perhaps it was his reactions that made him keen to doing so. Or maybe it was just because he was forever curious to see what he would say or do when met with something so wholly outside of what he was used to. Honestly, the real reason might have been quite simple: it was amusing. Quietly did he listen to Jiyan speak, occasionally offering his input, though his gaze slowly drifted elsewhere. Lingering. Without so much as a warning to his intention, he leaned in close, lips parting as teeth sank gently into the other’s ear. Just enough to add a bit of pressure, tongue brushing against the lobe before he pulled back. “Heh, interesting.” What a vague response.

Jiyan had recently gotten his hands in a book that recorded the folk remedies and treatments of Mt. Firmament, courtesy of his mother. The book didn't just list them, the author even went as far as explaining the history of them and included detailed descriptions of the medicinal plants. Jiyan found it brilliant and thrilling. Whenever he was asked what he found so fascinating about his medicine books, this came to mind. Learning new things and how different ailments were treated with what was available in the area was entertaining and eye-opening. The Sagaci Springs had an entire chapter dedicated to it so, needless to say, he had to show it to Calcharo. If the book had been published before their stay at the isle, they would've saved time trying to figure out a winner for their little bet. But, then again, the memories he made with them then are ones he cherishes and looks back with a smile.

He was going to ask Calcharo if they ever thought of returning to Mt. Firmament or if there were other places they wished to visit first when, all of a sudden, they leaned closer and did something completely unexpected but not unwelcome.

Jiyan's shoulders tensed and his breath hitched, an involuntary reaction he couldn't stop himself from doing as teeth nipped gently at his ear. The sensation was completely different from when they stole kisses from one another or when Calcharo touched his tacet mark. Was this how it felt for them when he teased them in the tent a while back? Then, he should... "..." Golden eyes closed and shoulders relaxed despite the tingling sensation crawling from his ear to the back of his neck and head. Strange as it was, he felt like melting on the spot. A small sigh passed his lips when Calcharo pulled away. He heard them say something, but he wasn't paying much attention. Then he turned his head slightly to the side but, instead of scolding them, he sighed.

"Why did you stop?"

It was only after he saw how amused his boyfriend looked that Jiyan started to piece things together but, despite feeling the heat crawl up his face, he couldn't bring himself to frown. He just blinked a few times and then turned to his book. What had they been talking about just now? He was... distracted. "I'm sorry, I need a moment. There was something I wished to say but then forgot." Something he won't be able to remember for as long as Calcharo is by his side and staring at him because it's difficult to think when he can barely hear his thoughts over the sound of his heartbeat. "How about..." Eyebrows furrowed as he tried to find a hint of annoyance or bafflement in himself, anything to get back at the mercenary or at least 'hiss' at them like he did when they thought it would be a good idea to touch his tacet mark. He couldn't.

The truth was that he would've let them do a lot more.