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I have free will

So I present to you: ReuYang x BR2049

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Donation prompt for beingevil/fen: thanks for donating! E-Rated, Modern AU, Corporate, Reuenthal x Yang. Excerpt:

“Yang Wen-li,” said the stranger. He spoke Yang’s name with the correct inflexion, but he was not Chinese. Tall and coldly handsome, the stranger’s dark brown hair was combed back neatly over an aquiline face. He had arresting eyes in different shades: one blue, one green. In deference to the crisp morning, the stranger wore a black wool coat with brass buttons over tailored grey pants and shiny oxfords. Yang himself was dressed to be invisible, with a plain white sweater and jeans.

“You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t speak English, sorry,” Yang lied in crisp Mandarin, his preferred ploy for getting away from people who recognised him in public.

The stranger frowned at him—he’d understood. “I know you do, I’ve seen your interviews.” He held out a hand. “Oskar von Reuenthal.”

Somewhat taken aback by the blunt statement, Yang said, “Ah, nice to meet you?”

Reuenthal’s lip curled. “You don’t remember me, do you?” He spoke English with a harsh Germanic accent.

“Not particularly,” Yang admitted, “though it’d probably come to me.” It was his second lie for the day.

“I called you a week ago on behalf of my employer.”

“Oh, right.” Yang vaguely recalled getting a phone call in a restaurant. He’d assumed it was a client call and had pretended to have urgent business, hanging up and returning to his tiramisu.

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the rules of engagement; Reuenthal/Yang

title: the rules of engagement

pairing: Reuenthal/Yang

summary: There is one thing Yang trusts only Reuenthal with. 

Rating and warnings: PG for actual content. 

wordcount: 427

author’s notes: I realized I didn't post a Reuenthal POV fic for his birthday month, which is unacceptable ^^

the rules of engagement

Reuenthal cannot quite believe what he’s just heard. It must show on his face, because Yang looks down and away immediately.

But Yang doesn’t take back what he asked for, or pretend it was a misunderstanding, or leave.

The silence deepens and Reuenthal almost considers asking Yang to repeat himself, but realises it would be cruel. It is simply that he cannot believe what Yang – shy, quiet, impossibly beautiful Yang – has asked of him.

Yang shifts in his seat and exhales. His shoulders lift momentarily as if he is preparing to take on an invisible burden.

“If you don’t want to, just –”

“Yang,” Reuenthal interrupts, leaning towards Yang to rest a hand on his arm. “Do you understand what you’re asking for?”

Yang tenses. “I’m not an idiot,” he mutters, refusing to look at Reuenthal. “I read up. I looked into it, yes. So I know what I asked you for.”

“It’s not quite the same –”

“I know,” Yang cuts in. “That’s why I’m asking you to – to show me.” He takes a deep breath and folds his hands in his lap.

Silence falls again while Reuenthal thinks about how to answer Yang in a way that won’t ruin everything they have.

“This was a mistake,” Yang says suddenly, and he moves as if to stand.

Reuenthal’s hand is on Yang’s wrist before he can flee.

“Slow down,” he says, gently, but firmly. “I just want to be sure, that – that you’re sure. I would have thought you would be worried that things wouldn’t be the same. For us.”

“I am,” Yang says, slowly. The shadows in his eyes echo this truth. “I still am. That’s why it took me so long to –” he stops speaking abruptly, but he’s said enough for Reuenthal to know what he means.

Reuenthal looks away because he can’t help the smile turning up the corners of his mouth, and doesn’t think Yang would take it all too well. He does close his fingers around Yang’s wrist in what he hopes is a reassuring manner.

Yang doesn’t bolt, at least.

“I’m glad that you asked me, then.” Very glad.

Yang glances at his face momentarily, then away again. He sighs.

“It, it has to be someone I…” he stops, at a loss for words.

“Someone you know?” Reuenthal prompts.

“Someone I trust,” Yang says, with absolute certainty.

That’s the moment that settles it for Reuenthal. Yang Wen Li isn’t going anywhere else – or to anyone else, a dark corner of his mind whispers –  for this. 

[fortress-of-iserlohn]

aka where i got baited HARD (mostly by myself)

(and emy for bringing this up last night in the first place. and then chris for basically asking me one question oops - sorry!!!)

originally just wanted to type up the below headcanon quickly, but it kind of morphed itself into a ficlet idek how that works pls just let me cry in a ditch.

where Yang’s power is to nullify all and any other power (if he’s not touching them, it’s optional, he has to make a conscious effort, but it’s instant if he touches them - so he’s taken to wearing specially crafted gloves that in turn nullifies his power because he just wants to be normal) and reuenthal has mind manipulation wherein he can basically get people to always feel whatever he wants them to feel (it’s a power that is borderline taboo, mind powers are extremely rare and they’re always feared and rightly so).

and Reuenthal falls in love with Yang, of course, but he spends a lot of time wondering if Yang actually loves him back, or if it’s his power subconsciously influencing him. Why would Yang fall for him anyway, he’s the shining star of the Alliance, the man with half the galaxy at his feet and a power stronger than almost any other in the world.

superpower!au - reuenthal/yang: ~ 1200w

It’s raining, not just light droplets but rather a proper storm. Thunder booms over their heads as lightning flashes through the thick, grey clouds. The streets are void of people by now, chased away by both the storm and the incoming darkness as the sun sets, almost hidden behind the cloud cover.

Reuenthal is soaked through by now after long moments of standing unmoving beneath the downpour, staring at Yang, trying to commit his face to memory for the last time.

The shield charm around Yang’s wrist blocks him from the worst of the rain and his fingers twitch at his side like he’s seconds away from grasping Reuenthal by the wrist and dragging him under some cover.

“Reuenthal,” Yang says, voice pleading and soft, but he doesn’t reach out, curling his gloved hands into fists by his side instead. “Oskar. Please.”

Reuenthal hardens his heart even as pain twists through his chest, making each inhale a struggle. He doesn’t want to leave, he would stay here with Yang forever if he could. But that’s not an option that’s available to him any longer.

It’s a fact - Yang doesn’t love him, at least not in the desperate, heartfelt way Reuenthal loves him. He knows this as the hard, vicious truth that he’s blinded himself to for too long. It is more than likely that without the influence from this damned power of his, Yang wouldn’t even have given him a second look on that fateful day.

Reuenthal manages to summon a smile though, because, in the end, he’s doing this for Yang to try and rectify for his mistakes. He would rather lose Yang forever, to have him hate Reuenthal for the rest of his life than to see Yang’s beautiful spirit wither and die slowly beneath whatever cursed spell his power has cast.

And if along the way, his own soul has to fade away from the pain of a broken, shattered heart, then so be it. Reuenthal will embrace that desolate fate willingly and with a smile, holding the memory of Yang’s smiling lips on his cradled close to his chest.

Reuenthal had thought of the many ways this could end - of Yang turning away in disgust when he realises the truth, of Yang looking at him in wide-eyed confusion as he realises everything was just a lie. He’s prepared for all of those and more, but what Reuenthal doesn’t expect is for Yang to take a step forward and push out between gritted teeth a furious, low, “How dare you.”

The anger is a little startling as Yang raises his head to glare at him, eyes narrowed and the curve of his jaw set in a stubborn, mulish line.

“You don’t get to make my choices for me,” he says, voice tight, the barest hint of fury threading through his words. He’s so beautiful at that moment that Reuenthal has to remind himself to breathe, to not reach out and touch what isn’t his.

He swallows instead, eyes flickering downwards to break their contact. Reuenthal shakes his head sharply and the movement causes his wet fringe to slide across his eyes, obscuring his vision for a moment before he raises a hand absently to push it back.

“Yang,” he says eventually, the rain hitting the asphalt around them providing an endless soft thrum of background noise which Reuenthal does his best to concentrate on instead of his own unsteady breathing. “This is the final choice I make for the both of us.”

He smiles, bitter and self-deprecating and finally looks up again. Yang’s eyes are dark and unreadable, and maybe it’s because of the last flickers of muted daylight that still remain, but his eyes are devoid of the glimmer of starlight that Reuenthal has lost himself in too many times to count.

“But your affection for me, that was the first choice I made for you,” Reuenthal says softly, almost drowned out by a roar of thunder that cracks through the sky in that moment. “Every single moment you thought you felt something for me, every single one was a fabricated lie, none of it was real.”

There’s a moment of stillness then, when even the very weather seems to hesitate, raindrops turning into a soft mist that brushes over Reuenthal’s cold, damp skin in a way that almost feels warm. Yang is staring at him, and the quick flicker of emotions across his face is far too rapid for Reuenthal’s numb mind to keep up with.

“You think that I would,” Yang starts, the words falling and almost tangling together in a furious rush. He clenches his jaw a little and forces himself into a slow breath or two before he tries again.

“Just how arrogant are you, Oskar von Reuenthal?” Yang demands and he takes another step forward. In response, Reuenthal automatically leans back, body moving almost on its own volition, trying to keep his distance.

“How dare you,” Yang repeats and he lifts a hand to his mouth, using his teeth to tear open the fastening on one wrist and then the other, pulling off his gloves. They drop to the ground, the leather hitting the pavement with a soft, wet sound that, to Reuenthal right now, is louder than a church bell tolling overhead.

Reuenthal realises what Yang’s going to do half a second too late and Yang’s hands, almost sickly pale from the lack of sun, fingers slim and so blessedly warm against his skin, curl around his face.

The hum of his power, always a constant at the back of his mind both asleep or awake, vanishes immediately. Reuenthal thinks absently that he has never truly realised how comforting he found the feeling and how much he’s taken it for granted until now.

They stand like that for a moment, Yang’s fingers pressed against the cool, rain-slick skin of his cheeks, feeling like thin fiery brands of heat, staring at each other in the soft fall of misty drizzle.

Yang’s hair is wet now too, his shield shutting off automatically when Yang had touched him, too small to be able to expand and shield two people. The messy, dark strands fall flat, framing his face in a way that makes him look younger and much more vulnerable. Reuenthal’s heart aches even as he waits for the inevitable rejection that he knows is coming.

“Oskar,” Yang says and whatever he sees in Reuenthal’s eyes makes him shake his head slowly. He gently tugs Reuenthal’s face towards himself, the tips of his fingers curling around the nape of his neck to help in that endeavour.

Yang tilts his chin up, pressing himself up against Reuenthal’s body and brushes a kiss across his lips shyly.

Reuenthal’s eyes are wide and he’s almost too terrified to believe in this moment right now - Yang still here on his volition, standing well within touching distance even without the influence of his power.

“Oskar,” Yang repeats again and the way he says his name makes both Reuenthal’s hands and heart tremble. He allows himself to reach out, finally, and skim the very tips of his fingers against the soft skin of Yang’s jaw, thumb brushing over the sweet curve of his lips.

Yang is still looking up at Reuenthal, eyes soft and gentle, and he leans up to close the gap between them, voice a barely audible murmur.

“Can’t you believe that I fell in love with you of my own free will?”

*

[anaincir18]

English subtitles version

Music: "Anh là thằng tồi" by Phùng Khánh Linh

[anaincir18]

ReuYang - "the cure" by Olivia Rodrigo

[anaincir18]

I see you

no longer smiling as much as before.

In your eyes,

the life gradually fades with each night.

You said that

I could have done something

to save you.

Now it's too late for that to happen

Why? Why? Why

do your tears not fall anymore?

Why? Why

doesn't the sun reach your lips today?

Is it? Is it?

That you've finally found peace?

Because I know, I know

that mankind has stolen you from me.

[anaincir18]

I keep adding more Fem!Yang arts into the collection lol