#yuanfen

[dwarfy--jamy]

Flower Husbands

yuanfen

(n.) a relationship by fate or destiny; the binding force between two people

@grim-lie @cupilette for the art.

Background

Because I spent too much time on em just to cover it up:(

[talesfromnatea]

PIDW native Shen Yuan, disciple of Zhen Cha Peak (侦察峰), the scouting/recon peak, and his spiritual companion Xiao Mei from my fic

[scifriskyxy]

Sick? rest with soup thats, an order for you soldier

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[kvohru]

it's you again - nejiten week '24

day 3 - 缘分 (yuánfèn; chinese) the destiny, the fate, or the luck that brings people or things together.

soulmate au - in a world where something memorable your soulmate says to you is tattooed somewhere on your body…♡

The sound of Tenten’s alarm woke her up with a jolt. She groaned, rolling to the side and groping for her phone on the bedside table. It was five-thirty in the morning, and the sun wasn’t even up yet, but it was the only free time she had in her schedule to go to the gym.

Ah, yes. The joys of being employed. Kind of.

She’d recently taken up a new tutoring job for some rich kid, and it ever so conveniently fell during the times she usually went to the gym, so, after weighing her options (not taking the job and giving up the money for a few extra hours of sleep, or giving up her precious sleep in order to afford rent and her tuition), she decided that the importance of sleep was subjective, and who really needed eight hours every single night? (Terrible advice, by the way, and she knew that. She was just coping.)

So because of that, she decided she would start going to the gym earlier in the morning. This is good, she thought, eyes bleary and head pounding as she sat up in bed. She was desperately trying to convince herself not to fall back asleep. I’ve been meaning to start getting up earlier anyway. Self-improvement and all.

She rubbed her eyes, taking a deep breath and resting her head against the headboard. This was only the first day of this new arrangement and she was already sick of it.

Do it for the money, Tenten, she thought, finally getting herself off the bed and into the bathroom. The inscription on her ribcage was visible to her in the mirror from under her bralette. Her soulmate mark.

‘It’s you again,’ it read. 

She’d had it all her life—similar to the rest of the population—and at some point, it stopped being something she noticed. Or thought about, really.

A lot of people were very fixated on finding their soulmate, and there were even people you could go to (finders, they called themselves) to help you reach that person, but, even with how spiritually inclined Tenten was, she found she never really cared for the notion. Nor did she believe in those Finders, but whatever. Sure, meeting your soulmate and eventually getting into a relationship of some sort seemed nice in theory (I mean, wasn’t that the whole point?), but the reality turned Tenten off from it. There was so much pressure to be with your soulmate—so much pressure for it to be perfect. It was a very idealised, romanticised version of reality that it made Tenten roll her eyes.

It wasn’t like she was a cynic or something—far from it—but come on. There was no guarantee that any relationship of any kind would be ‘perfect’, right? It’s human nature, isn’t it? People disagree and fight and argue and make up and compromise and do it all over again; that’s what it means to live and interact with others. So despite the point of the soulmate system being to find that perfect relationship, there was still no guarantee. And you’d think that that much would be obvious to people. You’d think they’d grow to expect it by now, but no. The amount of soulmates who don’t actually end up together, for a lack of trying, is more than a lot of people would care to admit.

After all, the downside of a system designed to offer the path of least resistance is people running away at the first sign of trouble. It’s human nature.

So while Tenten was not a cynic, she was satisfied with not being a romantic either.

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Neji pulled on a black shirt and grabbed his gym bag before heading out.

It was still quite early in the morning, and he liked that. He enjoyed the quiet serenity of the early morning; it was the only time this city was quiet. Well, relatively, anyway. And that’s why he liked going to the gym that early in the morning.

The gym was pretty empty at six am, and the only constant presence he could expect there was usually his (unofficial) workout partner, Rock Lee. Though he supposed they were more friends now than anything.

The first thing he noticed when he got to the gym (yes, he’d walked there. It was only a few minutes away and it was a good warmup) was the dark blue Audi parked in what would be his usual spot on the days he chose to drive. The gym, though large, would not be that empty anymore, he thought with some irritation.

(Okay, sure, he knew he was being somewhat unreasonable and that this was very much a non-issue, but still. It was six am, and he’d stayed up the previous night studying for a Criminal Law exam he had later in the week. He deserved some slack and an empty gym.)

Oh, come on.

The first thing he noticed when he walked inside was a girl. Which usually wouldn’t be much of a surprise—he wasn’t an incel, thank you very much—but she currently appeared to be using his jump rope, in front of his chest press machine, and her bag (which he hazarded to assume was the pink one with a fluffy pastel charm that looked like it would make cute jingly noises when it moved) was in his bag’s spot.

He hazarded another guess regarding the identity of the parking lot thief.

The thief in question was currently done warming up, it seemed, and she set down the jump rope to grab her (reusable and also pastel) water bottle, humming a popular song he’d heard his little cousin listen to before under her breath.

Because of course she was the type to listen to TWICE while jumping his rope.

Okay, that sounded weird, he realised belatedly. He also realised that he was still standing there being pissy and staring at her, which was not only weird and creepy, but also unproductive.

Weirdly, though, Lee was not here today. Huh, he thought with a hum. He’d send him a text later, he supposed, but for now, he set his bag down next to his usual spot, and grabbed a different jump rope. What-fricking-ever. 

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Tenten pulled on a pair of black tights, a black miniskirt, and a cream knit sweater before grabbing her bag and getting in her car for the third time that day, only this time, she was so nervous she thought she might throw up. She never knew what to expect when it came to these tutoring jobs—and a big part of her was annoyed to admit that the thought of those pesky kids disliking her irked her a little.

Well, irked was the wrong word. It more so… unnerved her, if you will.

Okay, it scared her. In the same way a mob of younger teenagers passing by her made her nervous. Big fucking deal.

And especially this client, whom she found out was very rich. That was, obviously, also terrifying.

She finally pulled up to the location— a mansion that looked more like a castle than anything. Lovely.

Maybe these clients were a little richer than she’d originally thought.

She reread the email that said, ‘Ring the gate when you arrive and introduce yourself as Hanabi-sama’s tutor,’ and sighed. It felt like overkill to her, but whatever. At least the pay was good.

She did as instructed, and when she was let in by a fricking butler, she had to hold back an absurd laugh. Who the hell were these people? Like, okay, sure, she looked it up and found out they were some huge conglomerate or something, but like…? Just how rich were they?

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So they were apparently very rich, if literally everything around her was to go by.

Hanabi, the fourteen year old she was tutoring, was incredibly sweet, though, so that was nice. Not at all as intimidating as she’d feared.

“Okay, so,” Tenten started, pulling Hanabi’s notebook closer and marking something with her pen, “ihr in Akkusativ is euch not sie…”

They were interrupted by the door of the study room (yeah, they had that) opening and someone walking in.

And holy shit. It was that guy from the gym.

He seemed to have the same realisation, for his jaw dropped open, and he stopped in his tracks.

“You’re the guy that kept glaring at me,” she blurted out.

He blinked, and with a curious sort of confusion in his voice, said, “It’s you again.”

[euphroseia]

Yuanfen

Jeonghan x fem!reader

(n.) a relationship by fate or destiny; the binding force between two people.

Word count: 400 words

Genre: non-idol!au, angst

Warnings: mentions of death, major character death

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Who would have thought that a coffee shop would keep all the memories Jeonghan had worked so hard to forget. The smell of the coffee beans being brewed was the reminder that he has never really forgotten a single thing from 4 years ago. With a sip of your favorite iced caramel macchiato, he felt your hands caressing his cheeks. A bite of the glazed donut you always ordered has taken him back to the days you laughed so hard to his jokes that you were in tears.

It hurts him to think that everything is just a memory now and will remain in the past. It has been 4 years and all he can do is just look back and yearn for you. He wants to see you again, to feel the warmth of your hands, to hear your voice as you tell him how your day went by or as you rant about how your professor scolded you for being noisy in class when it was your seatmate who really was the one being noisy. He misses your hugs and kisses. Oh, he’d give up everything he has now if it means having you back, but he can’t—never in this lifetime.

It has been 4 years, and he still hasn’t forgotten you. He dated; or at least he tried. But he can’t stand the guilt for you and the people he has dated. He thinks it was unfair for the other person because all he thinks about is you; they could never be you. He feels guilty for holding someone else’s hands when he can’t hold yours.

It has been 4 years, and he still hasn’t forgotten you. He dated; or at least he tried. But he can’t stand the guilt for you and the people he has dated. He thinks it was unfair for the other person because all he thinks about is you; they could never be you. He feels guilty for holding someone else’s hands when he can’t hold yours.

Jeonghan knew that you two are meant for one another, fate has chosen the two of you for each other; he’s sure of that. Because no matter how hard he tries, or how long the time has passed by, it’s only you he’d look for—the only person he would love in this lifetime.

It has been 4 years since you left him for good—you left him alone in this lifetime. He wants you, no, he needs you to be here and hug him, but all he can do is stare at your name on the gravestone. What a beautiful name. Suits an angel like you, he thought to himself.

You were destined for each other. Fate was beautiful for binding you two, but is cruel for taking you away from him.

[youandmeforeverloving]

Corinna Betsch & Michael Schumacher header

[dinuhsoar]

yuanfen — one | the invitation

— alpha!king!loki x omega!princess!reader

warnings : cheating, break up, the word daddy (but is used on your actual father), typos, loki is introduced next chapter, some smut (not with reader), improper use of status probably, improper use of 'olden' terms probably, I think that's all but tell me if I've missed anything!

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis : the reader and her family are invited to king loki's birthday party, seemingly after she catches her beloved with another woman.

ruth's a/n : chapter one, as promised. this was a hard one to start writing, as I had to write at the most inconvenient hours in the day (during my lunch break at work, smh), and on top that, tumblr decided to not show that I've posted yuanfen, so people were really confused. I tried my best to stick to the schedule, but because yuanfen didn't show up, I've had to redo the post, and only had time on the weekend. let's not mention that I was sexually assaulted this week so there's that. the amount of times I tried writing this while in little space because I thought I could do it ✋but nonetheless it is here! please do enjoy!

masterlist | serieslist | part two — w.i.p.

you laughed softly as you walked through the palace, your eyes trained on your boyfriend, prince chase whom ruled the neighbouring kingdom. both parents on both parties wanted the both of you to marry in hopes of joining their kingdoms to become one big kingdom.

"I'll see you within the hour," your prince charming said, whispering against your cheek as he kissed the skin softly. it caused a chuckle to rise within your throat, seeping past your lips. you nodded your head in understanding, bidding yourself a farewell as you retired to your room.

your six month anniversary was right around the corner, and though chase didn't think it was important, you slapped the back of his hand, and in an overly dramatic manner, placed your hand across your heart to fake hurt.

as an hour passed after the pickup hour, you grew nervous, hands clammy as you reached for the doorknob.

walking down the seemingly neverending hallways of the palace and far too many turns to be considered legal, a hint at just how massive your family's castle was, you arrived at your boyfriends door. you let out a sigh, catching your breath at how you had walked a marathon just to get here.

but before you could, a moan was heard on the other side of the wooden door. you were ashamed by the way your brain instantly said he was cheating. because he wouldn't. right?

you reached out to the doorknob, sweaty hands gripping the metal, turning it quietly. you pushed the door open, stepping into your lovers room.

but the sight before you was one a lady shouldn't've seen; not one of your innocence at least.

prince chase, your lover, your boyfriend, rammed his cock straight into the commoners pussy, his hand around her neck so to pull her closer, his mouth moving along the girls' ear in breathless whispers. it was only when you let out a scream that even the boogyman envied, did he look at you, hips slowing but not stopping.

pig.

"y/n, this isn't what it looks like!"

but as you looked at the bodies in the bedsheets, tangled in their own love, you knew what it looked like.

"and to think that I loved such an insolent boy!"

grabbing your dress by the sides, you huffed, tears in your eyes. you turned away from the scene and slammed the door shut behind you. with your face set in a scowl, eyes watery, and a trembling lip, you marched straight to your father's quarters.

"oh daddy!" you cried, pushing along the steel door, hands darting to your face to cover up your embarrassment.

"y/n, darling. you know you can't just come in here. what it is?" your father spoke softly, treating you as if you were three, arms stretching out to pull you onto the edge of the bed next to him.

"it was chase, daddy! he was making love to a commoner!"

t'was then a knock had sounded at the door.

"y/n, c'mon don't be such a brat! let's talk this out!" chase banged on the door once more, huffing in frustration.

your father glanced down at you, his hands wiping away your tears. "no more of these okay? your mother is in the bathroom, go."

you nodded your head, chuckling softly at his form of affection, making your way to the bathroom in which your mother was using to freshen up. before fully stepping into the bathroom, you turned around, eyes wide as you saw your father open the door, his wide frame blocking your view. you closed the door behind yourself and went to your mother whom sat before the mirror, combing her hair.

meanwhile, at the door, your father had opened it, his eyes dark as they rested upon the younger male.

"come in, chase, we have a lot to discuss."

the next day, you couldn't even leave your room. guests whom stayed in the castle had practically camped outside of the doors, banging on the heavy door. they wanted answers. but you wanted their annoying heads served on a diamond platter.

your head ached. the pain settled in your head, blossoming into your teeth and ears. but when there was silence, your head never throbbed louder.

hushed whispers could be heard from outside the door, and one belonged to your mother, and the other remained a mystery. a knock sounded and you walked towards the door, opening to reveal your mother and an unknown man: as predicted.

"why hello, y/n," she began, strutting towards your bed, plopping down and motioning for you to sit down.

"we have been invited to a party!"

you have never seen your mother look more happy, tossing her arms into the air, practically singing kumbaya.

"don't want to go," you began, standing up to make your leave.

"y/n /y/l/n, you will be going and that's final, okay? I'm not watching you waste yourself away because of some boy. we're leaving tonight, so pack your things."

after your mother left, you huffed. why should you have to attend a party at such a late hour, and why should you attend said party with a broken heart? it wasn't fair.

you still had an hour before your family's coach arrived, so it was then you decided to get ready. you didn't want to go, but hey, free food am I right?

you looked at the dress that laid on your bed, huffing at the looks of it. you brushed your hair before slipping the fabric on, sighing. you'll get revenge one day.

walking down the main stairwell, you looked around for your parents, rolling your eyes as you saw them already outside by the coach. you walked slowly towards them, looking at the steed in charge of pulling you all there. could he even get you there?

you all entered, hearing the coachman give a whistle before raising his hands to give the reins a flick, sending the horse into a calming trot.

"when we get there, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. I don't want any back talk, and I better not catch you by the snack table! men gather around there like vermin." your mother had said with a huff, crossing her arms as she looked at your father. "oh but you're not vermin, hunny. don't worry."

you nodded your head, looking outside the tiny window. loki's kingdome wasn't far; it was just on the opposite side of your kingdome; farther away from chase's.

after what felt like an eternity, the coachman stopped, hissing to slow the horse down. your father stepped out of the coach, followed by your mother than you. glancing up at the castle before you, you gasped. unlike your stone castle, his was white marble, gold scattered here and there. you could tell loki was rich with the way he's talked about, but by gods were you amazed!

your mother laced her arm with yours, following behind your father. you gave her a look, but she hushed you, saying something about how the place smelled of alphas. you nodded, following your father's foot steps before you all stood before a golden door, no doubt heavier than your castle doors. the doors began to creak open and you marveled at what was inside.

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[sillyb00ks]

Ok but Declan opening up to Iris and calling her A predestined infinity and writing her the word to let her search for the translation since she has dyslexia is like the most romantic thing I’ve ever read I want to cry