Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei X GN!Reader)

Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)

Warnings: violence, blood

Chapter 3: Moonlight on Bloodstained Glass

(part 1 here)

(part 2 here)

Summary: You worry about Hwei's growing bond with Jhin. As you help the suffering villagers, Jhin discovers your secret and offers a deal. Refusing to compromise, you confront Hwei at an exhibition, where he passionately reassures his love for you.

You sigh as you wait at the temple gates for Hwei to return from another afternoon with Jhin. Ever since this artist had arrived at the Koyehn Temple a few weeks ago, Hwei spends nearly all his time following Jhin around like a lovesick puppy, enthralled by the man's charisma and talent.

You can't deny that Jhin is an incredibly gifted artist, but there is an air of danger about him that sets your nerves on edge. You worry about the influence Jhin is having on Hwei.

While Hwei's passion and skill for his craft have deepened under Jhin's influence, so too have his moods darkened. Gone is the shy, gentle boy you had known for years. This new Hwei is unpredictable, his temper flaring at the slightest provocation. Though he remains kind to you, you see how harshly he now critiques the other students' work.

Your gaze unconsciously ascends, and you behold a panoramic view of billowing clouds gracefully waltzing across the heavens. Amidst their ethereal expanse, tiny silhouettes of birds soar and dart, a synchronized flock effortlessly harnessing the currents. A bittersweet longing fills your being as you pause, captivated by their exquisite, unhurried movements.

Your concern grows as Hwei and Jhin come into view, walking close with their heads bent together in quiet conversation. A cold smile briefly graces Jhin's lips as his gaze flickers in your direction, and you have to suppress a shiver. You care deeply for Hwei and fear what might happen to him under this man's guidance. If only you could make Hwei see the danger before it is too late.

The bag on your shoulder feels heavy as you adjust its strap, filled with food and medicine for the village. Dark clouds gather in the sky as a gust of wind blows past, ruffling your robes. You glance up just as Hwei and Jhin emerge, engrossed in quiet conversation.

Hwei smiles briefly in greeting as his eyes meet yours, but quickly shifts his focus back to Jhin, hanging on the man's every word. You repress a frown. Ever since Jhin's arrival, Hwei scarcely has time for anything else.

They pass by without pausing, Jhin's cold smile sending an unwanted shudder through you. You watch them go, hoping Hwei will finally see the darkness lurking beneath Jhin's charming veneer. But for now, he remains blinded – his vision clouded.

You turn away from the temple, heading towards the town. The Temple Masters would disapprove if they knew you were using stored supplies to aid the village's sick and starving. But you cannot stand by while people suffer, not when you have the means and skills to help. Their well-being is worth more than any rules. A storm is coming, in more ways than one. All you can do is brace for the winds of change.

As you make your way towards the direction of the village, Jhin's voice suddenly calls out behind you. "Pray tell, where do you hasten with such urgency?"

You turn to see him peering intently at you, Hwei hovering at his side as always. Forcing a smile, you reply, "Just to the village to pick up a few things. I'll try to make it back for the exhibition."

Jhin's cold smile grows. "Do hurry along then. We wouldn't want you to miss Hwei's unveiling of his latest works. I'm ever so curious what insights you might share."

His piercing gaze makes your skin crawl, and you get the unsettling feeling he sees far more than you wish. Giving a hasty nod, you turn and continue into the forest, shoulders tensing under the weight of his stare. Only when the temple disappears from view do you dare to glance back, seeing with relief that Jhin has already gone. But his shadow seems to linger still, and you can't help but wonder what darker intents lie behind his interest. Picking up your pace, you focus on the village ahead and the people waiting for your aid, finding solace in lost souls far simpler than the games of those at the temple.

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As you finally step into the village, a sense of tranquility washes over you. The mill town, nestled harmoniously alongside a meandering river, unveils its picturesque charm. The flowing waters of the river provide a lifeline of vitality for the village, powering the gristmills and sawmills that line its banks. The rhythmic hum of machinery fills the air, a testament to the industrious nature of the community.

Flour and lumber, products of the mills, are exported to distant lands, acting as golden threads that weave fortune into the fabric of the town. The buildings, constructed with sturdy timber and worn brick, stand proudly as testaments to the village's history and wealth.

At the heart of the community lies a central square, bustling with life and activity. On certain days of the week, the square transforms into a vibrant marketplace. Open-air stalls, adorned with colorful awnings, are filled with an assortment of goods. The townsfolk gather here, their faces animated with conversation and laughter as they socialize and trade wares. The air is filled with the enticing aromas of freshly baked bread, exotic spices, and fragrant flowers.

Amidst the joviality of the market, wandering bards and artists add an enchanting touch. Street performances captivate the crowd, their melodies intertwining with the laughter and chatter. The village square becomes a stage, where tales are spun, brushes stroke canvases, and dreams take flight in the minds of both young and old.

As you cast your gaze uphill, a charming waterfall comes into view, cascading gracefully down from a weathered cliff. Its crystal-clear waters reflect the sunlight, creating shimmering patterns that dance on the rocky surface below. The soothing sound of the waterfall serves as a melodic backdrop, harmonizing with the vibrant ambiance of the village.

Beyond the enchanting waterfall, a tiny harbor comes into view. Fishing boats and sailboats bob gently on the water's surface, coming and going with the ebb and flow of the tide. The harbor serves as a gateway to the vast expanse of the sea, connecting the village to distant shores and adventures yet to be discovered.

You enter the small room off the town's apothecary, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the ill woman lying in the bed. The smell of sickness hangs in the air, a mixture of sweat and something unpleasant you can't quite place. Breathing through your mouth, you move to the bedside and place the small tray of food and water down on the rickety bedside table, taking care not to spill.

The woman's eyes flutter open weakly at the noise and she gazes up at you, her face pale and brow damp with sweat. She licks cracked lips slowly, as if even that small action takes great effort. "Thank you, but I fear this is the end for me," she whispers hoarsely. "Death comes for us all eventually."

You nod solemnly, understanding the resignation in her tone but unwilling to give in to despair just yet. Reaching for a cup, you hold it to her lips and encourage her to sip slowly. "This may be so," you respond gently once she's finished, "but as long as breath remains, there is still life to be found. We must seize each moment and find what joy we can, however fleeting, instead of dwelling in darkness."

A small spark of something - hope, or maybe just weary humor - glimmers weakly in her eyes. "Ever the optimist," she sighs, but the faintest trace of a smile tugs at her chapped lips. Outside, life in the village continues as normal, oblivious to the fragility of our mortality. For now, in this small space, you aim to keep death at bay awhile longer.

You take a moment to study your surroundings more closely. The single room is sparse, containing only the narrow bed, rickety table, and a single wooden chair. Yellowed plaster peels from the walls, revealing crumbling stone underneath. Dust motes swirl visibly in the rays of sunlight filtering through the lone window, one pane cracked and letting in the chill breeze.

Reaching into your worn leather bag, you withdraw a small loaf of bread and place it carefully on the table. As you do, something outside catches your eye. You cross to the window to find a small sparrow lying motionless on the narrow stone sill, eyes glassy and wings folded. It must have flown into the cracked pane in its frenzied flight, you think sadly. Nature's inevitable cycle on brutal display.

Carefully scooping up the tiny corpse, you turn to toss it out into the wild grass below. But pausing, you look back to the ill woman in the bed, taking in her labored breathing and pallid features. "Even the lowliest creatures fight until their last," you murmur, more to yourself than her. Reinvigorated, you shut the window firmly, blocking out the signs of life and death beyond, and turn back to your patient with a smile. "Now, let us see if we can coax you to eat a bit."

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You exit the small dwelling and turn right as planned, pulling your worn cloak tighter against the chill. But barely three steps along, a voice sounds from behind, stopping you in your tracks.

"Interesting. I don't think the Temple would approve of your behavior."

Spinning, you find Jhin leaning against the wall, eyes glinting with something you can't quite read - mischief, malice, you know not. Your heart pounds, fear and worry flooding you at the threat of exposure. But you steel your nerves and reply firmly, "I am simply trying to offer comfort where the Temple has not. Now if you'll excuse me-"

Jhin holds up a hand, silencing you. "No need for threats, I wish no harm. Consider this... a favor, between artists. I won't tell of your little secret, if you would accompany me to the exhibition at the Temple. Purely for artistic enjoyment, of course."

You hesitate, memories of Jhin's... eccentricities giving you pause. "I'm afraid I must decline your offer, Jhin. I've duties that cannot wait," you say firmly, holding his stare though every instinct screams to flee.

You don't wait for more, whirling and darting down the road at a run. Glancing back, you see Jhin still watching from the wall, an unsettling sentinel against the gray stone. Pushing your legs to move faster, you pray the distance between you grows swiftly.

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You arrive at the Temple's grand arched entrance, already buzzing with crowds filtering in for the exhibition. Taking a bracing breath, you slip within, instantly overwhelmed by the throngs admiring artwork hung salon-style along every hall.

Squinting through the masses, you finally spot a familiar head of wispy teal hair and make your way over. "Hwei!" you call, tapping his shoulder.

He turns with a grin and looks at the man beside him - Jhin, as poised as ever. "Ah, hello. Jhin was just complimenting my newest piece," Hwei explains. Hwei's gaze, as ever, holds multitudes - wonder and passion intermingled.

You nod coolly to Jhin, then turn your attention to the painting itself. His style is unmistakable in the swirling sand dunes and blazing sun depicted, awash in vibrant hues of gold and orange. And yet, peering closer, you discern notes of shadow amongst the light. Figures seem to lurk just beneath the surface of the dunes, half-seen in the gleaming beams.

"It's certainly beautiful," you observe carefully. Hwei smiles. Jhin merely watches, ever inscrutable. A tense moment passes before the crowd surges anew, pulling your attention reluctantly away. But try as you might, an uneasy darkness seems to have taken root in your mind, spurred by shadows both literal and figurative.

Gently but firmly, you grasp Hwei's wrist amidst the swirling crowd and lead him away, towards an empty alcove offering refuge from prying eyes. As he turns to you with questioning eyes, you cannot hold back your concern any longer.

"Hwei, I worry for you. I have seen how you wander always at Jhin's heels, as if bound by his machinations. But have you considered what depths his interest may hide? I fear what machinations grow in that twisted mind of his." 

You duck your head, unable to meet those shifting eyes. "Forgive me, it is not my place to question your choices. Only...I do not wish to see you come to harm. You burn so brightly, my love - it would break me to see that light extinguished."

A soft sigh, then fingers at your chin tilt your face upward once more. Hwei smiles, a melancholy smile. "My love, you have nothing to fear. Jhin intrigues me, as do all souls bearing such exquisite complexity. But none could ever hold my devotion as you do."

His cool palm finds yours, twining your fingers fast. "My art may wander myriad paths, but here alone liesanchors - here in your steadfast heart there dwells no shadow of doubt could sever me. You, and you alone, are home." Lips brush your forehead, light as a breath of wind. "Now, come - let us find brighter themes to dwell upon this night."

As Hwei leans in, you meet his kiss with longing, all doubts melting away in the warmth of his touch. His hands cup your face with tender care as his lips move against yours, chasing away the shadows of the night. When he draws back to check for consent, you follow hungrily, grabbing his robes to pull him close once more.

This time the kiss deepens as you tease open his mouth, tasting the passion long kept at bay. One hand wraps around his waist while the other tangling in silken locks, grazing his scalp. You push him back against the wall for support as tongues glide in exploration. Lost in fevered sensation, you pay no heed to surroundings - there is only Hwei, his exhilarating nearness chasing all coherent thought away.

Reluctantly you break apart to regain your breath, eyes drifting shut as waves of rapture still course through your limbs. A soft gasp makes you reopen them to find Hwei staring back, lips kiss-swollen and eyes awash in vivid color - reds and pinks swirling like dawn breaking over stormy seas. His hands shake where they rest upon flushed cheeks, awed by the depths unveiled between you in that singular moment of surrender.

Your favorite color is truly whatever color Hwei's eyes are.

Words seem inadequate to convey all that hangs unspoken in the charged air. Instead you wind your fingers with his, guiding him gently from the alcove.

Hand in hand, you return with Hwei to the dwindling art exhibition. The candles have burned low, casting flickering shadows through near-empty halls. Most guests have departed for the night, leaving you almost alone amidst a sea of silent canvases.

Hwei leads you unerringly back to his own painting, glowing at the far end of the long gallery like a beacon. Up close, you notice new layers emerging in the hues - pinks like flushed lips, reds like throbbing hearts, all tangled within the dunes and light. His art seems to capture the maelstrom storming within, giving form to private joy too immense for mere likeness.

Slipping an arm around his waist, you lean your head against his shoulder and match your breathing to the slow rise and fall. Here is sanctuary, where passion translated holds no judgment, only revelation. One question lingers on your lips, soft as a brushstroke - what depths remain to unveil, through nights and nights of intimacy's unveiling?

But for now, solace dwells in stillness - in the adoring artist beside you, in his works that mirror your entwined souls. Together you gaze, absorbing serenity through every pore, as darkness gently gathers its easel and brushes and lets quietude's canvas spread unimpeded.

This is enough.

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You stand in the temple library late at night, gently watering the plants that line the tall windows, lost in the calming rhythm of the work. Your thoughts wander back to Hwei and you blush. Outside, a warm summer rain falls, droplets racing down the glass in rivulets. The air is heavy with the rich aroma of leather and paper, centuries of knowledge soaked into the walls.

As you water the trailing ivy, a subtle change comes over you - the small hairs on your arms stand on end, and your breathing quickens almost imperceptibly. Though no sound disturbed the stillness, you feel eyes upon your back in the dark. You slowly lift your chin and catch a glimpse of the reflection in the rain-soaked window - a pale, ghostly figure watches you from the shadows.

A low, mellifluous voice echoes through the library then, the words gentle yet carrying an edge like a well-honed blade. "Do not turn around." You recognize that silky tone. Jhin. Against your will, your hands clench on the watering can, nails biting into your palms.

Jhin steps closer, boots whispering against the carpet, until you feel his warm breath stir the hair by your ear.

With a slow and deliberate movement, Jhin extends his hand, his touch feather-light as he caresses your neck. His voice is a mere whisper against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Ah, how exquisite it would be to make a diamond out of you," he murmurs, his words both haunting and captivating. "It was impolite of you to refuse my company this eve.”

His touch is like the brush of a soft breeze, but it's also firm and commanding. With his finger, he slowly traces the line of your neck upward, until his hand rests on your chin. As he turns you around to face him, the intensity of his gaze locks your eyes with his. Time seems to stand still. "You see, my dear, one can create diamonds from the ashes of the departed. How beautiful it would be to immortalize you in such a way."

His eyes are filled with fascination. Every detail of your face, from the curve of your cheek to the shape of your lips, is being analyzed and studied. You can feel his breath on your face, hot and heavy, like the air around a raging fire.

A chill runs down your spine as you realize the danger, you're in, but you're helpless to escape it. His grip on your chin is tight and unmoving, and you feel like you're trapped in a web of his making. You can only stare up at him, unable to speak or move, as he continues to evaluate you with those eyes.

You feel the cold glass behind you as he presses you against it.

"Imagine, a diamond forged from your essence, capturing your beauty for eternity," Jhin whispers, his words painting a haunting picture in your mind.

As your gaze momentarily flickers towards the exit, behind him, Jhin swiftly notices the movement. With a forceful grip, he turns your head back towards him, his eyes piercing into yours.

Desperation tinged with fear fills your voice as you plead with him, "Please, Jhin, let me go. I beg of you." Your words tremble with an underlying hope that he might release you from his clutches, that he might see reason beyond his twisted vision of art.

"Oh, my dear, you misunderstand. You are not meant to simply be set free. You are destined to become a masterpiece, a creation that will transcend time itself," he declares, his words carrying an air of absolute conviction.

With a calculating gaze, Jhin leans in closer, his voice a low, hypnotic whisper. "You will be adorned as a jewelry necklace, forever cherished and immortalized."

"Do you not wish to be forever with Hwei? As a jewelry accessory, you shall forever remain intertwined, your love immortalized in this exquisite creation." The mention of Hwei, the one you hold dear, sends a pang of both longing and terror through your heart.

Horror and disbelief washes over you, grappling with the twisted logic that Jhin presents. The thought of being forever confined as a mere ornament, your existence reduced to a lifeless gem, sends a wave of panic coursing through your veins. But deep down, a flicker of hope remains, that perhaps there is a way to escape this fate, to break free from the clutches of this deranged artist.

As you desperately attempt to flee, Jhin moves with swift precision, his hand snatching your wrist and pulling you close to him. Even as you struggle to break free, his grip holds fast. “This isn’t the curtain call. You won't be leaving just yet. I'm far from finished with you. And you’re going to watch the show… or I’ll make you the finale, now.”

Despite your sheer terror, you struggle with all your might to escape, but it's to no avail. His free hand reaches for a smaller gun, and with a swift motion, he strikes you in the head with the butt of it, sending a blinding shot of pain through your skull. You crumple to the ground, your head oozing with blood, and you feel his hand slip over your mouth, effectively muffling your screams for help.

With one hand, he strangles you, cutting off the blood flow to your brain.

As the world begins to fade to black, you hear his voice in a low whisper, close to your ear, "You are quite the fighter, aren't you, darling?" You can barely make out the words as they seem to echo in your ears, and you feel yourself slipping away, your consciousness slipping from you. His voice is the last thing you hear.

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lukai Hwei/Reader, Lukai Hwei/Khada Jhin, Khada Jhin/Reader Characters: Lukai Hwei, Khada Jhin Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Angst, Jhin comes later, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Love, Developing Relationship, Protectiveness, Falling In Love, painting together, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Reader-Insert, Kidnapping, Attempted Murder, Really no slow burn, Dark, mild stalking, Art, Kissing, Torture, Aftermath of Torture Summary:

In the art studio of the Temple of Koyehn, you and Hwei embark on an artistic journey of discovery that goes far beyond mere inspiration. As your brushstrokes dance across the canvases, a deep connection blossoms, revealing a world of untapped creativity within the two of you.

But a storm is brewing. Hweis' art takes an unsettling turn as he delves into the depths of his dark and unpredictable paint magic. The power that captivates him fills you with an uneasy feeling and sparks a clash of emotions.

To complicate matters further, Jhin arrives at the Temple of Koyehn. Shrouded in danger, Jhin harbors a terrifying intent - to make you disappear, eliminating any potential influence you may have over Hwei. However, as Jhin observes you closely, he becomes intrigued by your artistic abilities and the unique connection you share with Hwei.

Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)

Warnings: violence, blood, slight torture, kidnapping

Chapter 4: Through the Artist's Eyes

(part 1 here)

Summary: Captured by Jhin, you face a final performance of pain and beauty. Will this be Jhin's last act, or just the beginning of something more?

(Note is at the end of the chapter)

A searing pain lanced through your skull, each beat of your heart a hammer blow against it. You fight to open your eyes, the world a swirling vortex of darkness and pain. You blink, the world snapping into focus, revealing a figure bathed in the dim, ethereal glow of a single lantern.

Jhin.

His lips curl into a smile that holds no warmth, only a chilling, unsettling amusement. He moves with a grace that belies the terror he instills, his fingers, slender and elegant, tracing the outline of a wound on your head.

The cloth he holds, pristine white against the darkness, is a stark contrast to the crimson blossoming on it. He presses it gently against your wound, the pressure a searing agony. But there is a strange, almost hypnotic quality to his touch, a calculated precision that feels more like a surgical procedure than a simple act of tending to a wound. Each stroke of the cloth is deliberate, methodical, as if he were an artist meticulously applying paint to a canvas. The blood, once a vibrant red, is absorbed into the fabric, leaving a dark, ominous stain that mirrors the chilling dread that grips your heart.

You try to speak, to scream, but your throat is parched, your voice a mere croak.

"Shh, do not struggle," he coos, dabbing at your face. You flinch at his touch, feeling scrapes where your skin meets ropes. Jhin examines you with a twisted smile, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and malice, as if savoring discomfort. "You’ll make this worse for yourself," he warns softly, leaning very close.

"Release me," you say sharply.

Jhin throws back his head and laughs, a grating cacophony that sets your nerves on edge. Slowly, he circles you, trailing a gloved finger along your tense shoulders.

"My dear captive, you presume to threaten me?" he croons softly. "It is I who hold power in this dance, not some chirping fledgling gasping in my claws."

Halting before you, Jhin grips your chin in a punishing grip. His veneer of control cracks, exposing raving lunacy beneath.

"No artist lets his muse flee until the opus is complete! I have divined such exquisite torments for our finale. Through your anguished song will I craft my crowning masterwork!"

His long-fingered hand traces your cheekbone, leaving a trail of cold in its wake. You tremble under his gaze, uncertain of what horrors lay in store. 

You struggle against your bonds, to no avail. Jhin observes your movements with interest, like a painter studying his subject. Outside, the sunset paints the decaying walls in hues of orange and gold.

"Through art, all things can be transformed," Jhin continues rapturously. "Your mortal flesh will become something everlasting. I will alchemize your essence until only brilliance remains."

He lifts a glinting tool, and you see it is a sculpting knife, its edge honed to deadly precision. Panic rises in your throat as Jhin studies the play of fading sunlight on the blade.

"Diamonds, like humanity, are born of turmoil. Extreme heat and pressure fuse the chaotic cloud into clarity. So too shall you be remade." His voice rings with messianic fervor. "Soon, you will shine eternally as my greatest creation. The transformation begins...let the ceremony commence!"

As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, more details of your surrounds emerge. Crumbling brick walls are papered with faded posters advertising long-forgotten shows. A thick layer of dust covers the worn floorboards; your chair stands center-stage in a decrepit house.

Overhead, tattered curtains sway in the breeze drifting through broken windows. Beams of dying sunlight pierce the gloom, illuminating spinning dust motes like flecks of gold. It is a place suspended between creation and ruin - the perfect setting for Jhin's dark vision. 

The artist himself paces before you, muttering excitedly to himself.

"The lighting is perfect, the composition sublime," he muses. "All that remains is to complete my masterwork."

Jhin's hands flit restlessly over his assortment of strange artifacts: gleaming surgical tools, arcane tomes bound in human skin, vials containing viscous liquids and mysterious powders. His meticulous artist’s mind sorts rapidly through options.

Finally, he selects an instrument resembling a paintbrush, but its bristles end in thin blades. He tests the edge delicately against his finger, nodding in approval at the bead of blood welling forth. 

"First, we strip away your outer shells," Jhin declares, tracing the blade lightly over your cheek. "Only then can your truest essence shine through, polished to dazzling radiance.”

Jhin steps close, looming over you with the metallic bristles poised at your throat. You thrash against the ropes binding you, heart pounding, to no avail.

"Peace, my subject," Jhin soothes. "Struggle will only prolong your suffering. Remain still, and I can elevate you to glory." 

His gaze bores into you. With a surgeon's precision, he drags the blade slowly down your neck. You cry out as beads of blood rise in its wake, crimson against your skin.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the blade presses deeper. You inhale sharply but do not cry out - you will not give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

A bead of blood wells and Jhin leans in, tongue darting out to sample your essence on his lips.

"Sweet," he groans, eyes fluttering closed. When they open once more, wild hunger blazes within. Jhin looms closer still, trapping you with his gaze as the knife dances over your hammering pulse.

Jhin makes a small noise of pleasure, tilting his head to observe his handiwork. "Exquisite. The raw material reveals its luster."

"Transformation is seldom pleasant," Jhin comments clinically. "But pain birth beauty, as fire shapes the jewel."

"I knew from the start what lurked beneath your silken words and gifts," you say coldly. "The way you twisted Hwei's heart to suit your depraved games, used his passion as just one more sick puppet in your shows."

Jhin's gloved fingers suddenly wrap tight around your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. His touch is cold yet burns your skin all the same. 

Jhin cocks his head, regarding you with a curled smile. "The petal thought he understood my art. In time, he too would have become a masterpiece."

His patronizing tone only fuels your fury. "I saw how you fed on his love like some parasite, how you twisted his mind until he was but a shadow, living only to feed the void within you."

Chuckling softly, Jhin runs his thumb along your swollen bottom lip. "And what of you, my feisty little songbird? Do you also fly willingly into the fox's waiting jaws?"

You meet his eyes steadily. "Your acts of violence and violation do not move me. I understand you better than you understand yourself - you who knows only how to feed chaos and feel nothing."

Jhin's smiling mask shatters, giving way to something ravenous and raw. "Feel nothing?" he snarls, seizing your face in a crushing grip. "I feel it all, each exquisite moment - the passion, the rapture, the divine perfection of destruction! Through my art alone do I truly live!"

Releasing you, he draws back, composure sliding neatly back into place. But his eyes hold a new calculation.

"And what makes you think you know my intentions, my dear?" he whispers, voice low and deadly. Bloodlust swirls in his eyes yet something else flickers there - intrigue, admiration for your spirit.

You swallow yet hold his stare, defiant to the last. "I see the emptiness within you. Your 'art' is but a shallow mimicry of passion, meaningless destruction performed for an audience of one."

Jhin laughs softly, a mirthless sound. His flawless mask cracks, revealing the gaping void beneath, the ache that drives him to create through carnage alone.

Leaning impossibly close, he breathes against your trembling lips. "Perhaps you know me better than I thought, my clever sparrow. If shallowness is what you perceive...then let me show you the inferno that consumes."

With that, his mouth slants hard over yours, ravaging with a desperate hunger to feel - to feel anything amid the numbness. You gasp into the kiss, your heartbeat answering his like clashing symbols in a dark symphony.

For a stolen moment, passion transcends intention as you drown in sensation. But when Jhin pulls away, craving and madness have resurfaced in his eyes once more. The tender illusion shatters, and you know - this was but one more manipulating performance in his grisly design.

He rises and paces, gesticulating wildly.

"That kiss was but another brushstroke on the canvas of our drama together. Through it, I sought merely to elicit emotion - yours, and of the audience that surely hangs on our every moment."

Pausing, Jhin gazes down at you. His perfect features twist into a ghastly mockery of affection.

"Did you feel, little songbird, as I tore open your heart? Did you tremble with anguished rapture, swept along in the ecstatic tide of annihilation?"

His mocking laughter rings through the dusty room.

Jhin grips your hair forcefully, pulling your head back as he breathes against your neck, his warm breath sends shivers racing down your spine. You feel your back arch involuntarily.

He leans in closer, his lips grazing your skin as he slightly bites down on your neck, the sensation both pleasurable and painful.

His hand glides down your arms, fingers trailing lightly as if savoring every inch of your skin.

The touch feels possessive, yet there’s a strange tenderness in his movements. You can’t help but feel the tension building between you, a dance of power and vulnerability. He then shifts his attention to the bindings on your wrists, circling your wrist with his thumb in a deliberate manner, as if testing the strength of your restraints. For a fleeting moment, it feels as if he’s loosening them just enough to let hope flicker to life.

But the moment is fleeting. You turn your head away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the feelings swirling inside you. Just as you think you’ve escaped his grasp, he takes your face in both of his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes softly against your lips.

"That, my dear, is the only 'passion' I know—the opus of agonies I craft through my works," he whispers, his voice smooth and chilling. "All else is but pale imitation. Remember that… should any wisp of feeling dare cloud your judgment."

With a savage grin and swish of his cloak, Jhin is once more lost to his dark imaginings, leaving you questioning all you thought you knew of this depraved artist.

As Jhin turns away to arrange his infernal stagecraft, you gather every ounce of strength and begin to struggle anew against your bonds. The ropes bite cruelly into your wrists, yet you twist and strain with wild desperation. 

Jhin pays you no mind, lost in his own deranged mutterings as he lays out gleaming utensils.

Seeing your chance, you redouble your efforts with a frenzied yell. The ropes fray and tear—and with one final wrench, your hands rip free!

Jhin whirls at the sound, anger flaring in his eyes at being denied his dark muse. But you waste no time gawking at the monster—you launch from the chair at him.

Off-balance, Jhin crashes to the dust-caked floorboards. His blade skitters away into the shadows.

Not sparing a glance at him, you sprint for the splintered exit with renewed vigor. Black night swallows your retreating form as you pour every ounce of will into escape.

Laughter and rage and the sound of pounding footsteps chase on your heels.

Your lungs burn as you push your exhausted body further into the desert night. Jhin's maniacal laughter still echoes behind you, though the sound is fading with each step. You dare not look back, knowing his twisted grin will be etched in your mind if you do. All that matters is putting as much distance between him and yourself as possible.

Up ahead, a faint glow peeks through the sparse trees - an oasis. New adrenaline surges through your veins at the sight of what might offer refuge. Sand kicks up with each footfall as you rush toward the glowing pool of water. Palm trees whip past you in a blur, their branches outstretched like beckoning arms guiding you to safety.

Bursting into the small oasis, you stumble to a halt beside the water's edge. Your hands brace against your knees as greedy lungs drink in air. Through the shallow pants, your ears strain for any sign you are still being pursued. Only the gentle lapping of waves meets them, the normal night sounds of the desert serenading the sparse trees.

Slowly, muscles uncoil from their clenched state. The immediate threat seems past, at least for now. You lower yourself fully to the cool sand and let the sight of glittering water soothe frazzled nerves.

Soft moonlight dances across the surface, dappling the shore in an ethereal glow. Clarity returns along with your breathing, allowing reality to truly sink in.

A shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the desert chill.

Pushing to unsteady legs, you shuffle closer to the pool's edge. Your parched throat begs for refreshment after the exhausting escape. Cupping greedy hands, you bring the cool liquid to chapped lips. Too soon, the last droplets fall from your palms. Thirst barely slaked; other needs demand attention in your weary state.

Scanning the sandy shore, your gaze lands on a cluster of palm fronds piled near the trees. With any luck, they might offer cushion and cover for the night. One problem at a time - rest now, plans later. Heavy feet carry you to the pile and you collapse into the fronds with a sigh. Cool surrounds quickly lull frayed senses as lingering adrenaline fades into exhaustion.

Darkness pulls you under like a comforting blanket.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The desert night is alive with the constant song of insects and wildlife. A sliver of moon drifts overhead amid patches of scattered clouds, casting the oasis in a dim glow.

As you drift in the space between sleep and waking, a shiver runs through your body that has nothing to do with the cool night air. 

Something is different. An energy tingles at the edge of perception, faint yet familiar. Slowly prying open weary eyes, you lift your head from the nest of palm fronds.

Rippling across the surface of the water is a blur of colors, dancing in hues too vibrant to be natural.

A paintbrush comes into focus, wielded by a figure kneeling at the pool's edge. Colored wisps trail his movements like an artist’s ashes, each strand levitating impossibly in the air.

There is no mistaking Hwei's magical brush at work, weaving ephemeral illustrations that shimmer on the water's canvas.

His eyes, iridescent even in shadow, find yours across the shore. Recognition lights within those prismatic orbs before flickering with an emotion you can’t place. Concern? Relief?

With fluid grace, Hwei rises and strides to your side. Up close, faint scents of oils and pigment cling to his frame. His gaze roams your form, lingering on patches of torn cloth.

"You're hurt." His voice is soft yet carries an undercurrent that raises the hairs along your nape. Fingers gently grasp your wrist to examine your wounds. You suppress a wince at the contact.

"It's nothing serious." Your assurance does little to quell the tempest raging behind Hwei's eyes. Releasing your arm, he pulls his brush from where it is strapped across his back. Colors sprung to life along the bristles at his beckon, bleeding together into a soothing teal wash.  

Without a word, Hwei dips the brush’s edge into the shimmering paint. Your breath hitches as cool bristles make contact, tracing delicate lines along your wounds.

Where pigment spreads, numbness follows in its wake, deadening pain.

Fascinated, you watch reddened skin knit together before eyes, leaving fresh and unmarred in the healing liquid’s wake.

Magic, or simple a gift of Hwei’s brush? Impossible to say where abilities end and the artist begins.

You gaze up to find his focus intent on the task, lips parted slightly as his skill purifies damaged flesh. Heat rises unbidden to your cheeks under such devoted care. Your heart, already quickened from your closeness, threatens to burst from your ribs. 

The last abrasions disappear under careful strokes. Hweis' eyes lift to yours, their depths reflecting colors and emotions too deep to comprehend.

One arm encircles your waist and pulls you against his slender form, the other brushes tousled strands of hair from your face. His thumb lingers and caresses the line of your jaw with tenderness.  

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” Hwei’s hushed murmur causes lids to flutter closed, lost in the soothing rumble of his voice.

Lips meet yours then, slow and searching as if committing every facet to memory through touch alone.

With utmost care, he gathers you into his lap to cradle against his chest. One hand soothingly combs through your hair while the other takes up his brush anew. Upon the oasis sands, Hwei begins to paint in colors of serenity.

Lush blooms spill from under his talented strokes—petite lilies burst with dewdrops; morning glories unfurl translucent petals. Their vivid hues shine all the brighter in the shadows of night. As detail after detail comes alive, the flowers' sweet fragrance joins the cool desert air.

Instead of darkness, visions of sunlit gardens dance behind your closed eyes. Hwei watches vigilantly, brush never ceasing until the last stem stands vibrant and whole. Only then does he set the magical implement aside once more. You feel relaxed and calm.

Gently, he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. Hwei gazes for long moments, memorizing each fleeting emotion buried beneath fatigue. His hands cup your cheeks with care.

"Let me share this burden," Hwei murmurs, breath soft against your lips between words. "I would bear it all if only it rids you of pain."

Then slowly, he lowers his mouth to yours in a kiss filled with promise and devotion profound as the stars above.

Art is the highest form of hope.

All thoughts flee under that tender onslaught. Your hands tangle in his tunic, clinging to escape the nightmares of past hours in his grounding presence.

Within the circle of his embrace, reality seems but a distant dream. Here, in Hwei's arms, you know only comfort, protection... and love that shelters your heart, always, from any threat in the waking world.

As the stars light creeps over the dunes, you stir in Hwei's tender embrace. Beneath palms and stars, the remainder of night has passed in comforting solace.

Gaze meeting Hwei's own, you ask in hushed tones, "How did you find me here?" A rueful smile touches his lips, fingers lifting to brush aside disheveled locks. "Worry not over such details, my heart. What matters is you're safe now." 

Still the unknowns nag, his knowing eyes betraying depths beyond casual passersby. "Through your magic, wasn't it?” Hwei's nod grants affirmation, though guarded concern now creases his features. A painter's sight can unveil truths better left buried; it seems...

"Tell me what horrors drove you to this place," he bids softly, voice roughened by rising emotion kept barely leashed. And so, haltingly, the tale spills forth —of Jhins plan, his machinations to make you "a creation beyond compare." 

How Jhin's maddened machinations seek to immortalize your agonized demise. How by fortune or fate, an opportunity arises allowing escape from dire design. Yet escape is not the end, as horrors haunt memory still... 

At the story's close, Hwei grows deafly silent.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The journey back is a somber one. Smoke rises on the horizon long before Koyehn's Temple simple spires come into view, an ominous shroud hanging overall.

But no prayers can prepare you for the hellscape that awaits.

As the temple comes into sight, it is engulfed in angry orange tongues that devour sacred scrolls and timber alike. Embers swirl chaotically on smoldering thermals, borne aloft to spread ruin further still.

Hwei reins in with a sudden gasp, leaving you to brace against his back. You clutch him tight as anguished cries escape his lips, giving voice to the torment writ large across his features. Never do you see such depths of anguish from the stoic painter, who schools his passions into disciplined lines and fluid strokes.

"No..." Hwei's choked whisper tears at your heart. This place is his sanctuary, his home—now reduced to cindering ruins. You grasp his arm for support as much as offering console, finding only tremors wracking his lithe form in return.

His soul bleeds… and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows him whole.

His brush falls unheeded, magic sparking errant between clenched fingers as if begging release. Yet for all the chaos within, no colors escape Hwei's tight rein—not here, not for this.

Sliding to the ground, you pull him into your arms as tears carve trails down soot-stained cheeks. You stand locked in mournful embrace until the sobs begin to still, the conflagration within banked to smoldering embers once more by love's balm. Lips press against your hair, murmuring apologies for all that can never be regained.

As morning's light lifts the ashen pall shrouding all, the full horror of the night comes into grim clarity. Where once lived and worked over fourscore brothers and sisters, now only broken shells of walls remain amongst the rubble.

You pick your way over the ruins, hoping against hope that some sheltering alcove or secret chamber may offer refuge to even a sole survivor. But as the sun climbs overhead with no signs of life stirring, grim certainty takes root.

You stand alone as the last remnants of an order consigned now to memory alone.

Hwei searched the longest for any survivors, as if refusing to accept the bitter truth laid bare before your eyes. When he finally sinks to his knees in defeat, wracking sobs echo the agonized screams that must have filled the night air as flames claimed their victims. You pull him close, but no comfort of yours can staunch the flood of his grief.

In time, his tears run dry, leaving in their wake an exhaustion of body and spirit you fear no rest can repair.

Hwei wanders as one dead, seeking solace that forever eludes him amongst the ruins. Nights find him waking in terror, reliving each moment of devastation in vivid and gruesome detail no hand can capture.

One such night, a glint of color amidst the cinders draws his numbed feet. Lifted free, it reveals a fiendish trap, its petals splayed open in grinning mockery—a lotus blossom none, but one artist could have crafted.

Understanding dawns in those hollow eyes, a cascade of emotions stirring their murky depths once more: terror, sorrow, betrayal... and a dreadful fascination you know all too well.

The ruins fall silent once more as Hwei gazes unblinking upon that noxious blossom. You dare not break his reverie, dreading what shadows might take root should he linger too long in contemplation of such madness... and the dark allure it holds, even for one whose gift is life and color, not decay.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The crackling fire does little to cut through the tavern's smoky chill. You nurse a mug of ale, staring into the fire as if they might hold answers to questions plaguing Hwei's mind.

It has been moons since you left the smoking remnants of Koyehn behind you. Amongst the ashes, you find renewed purpose—your art brings messages of hope and restoration to weary communities... but sometimes also of destruction. But with each new dawn, fresh mysteries call Hwei ever onwards.

You glance to where he sits apart, brush hovering restlessly as always. His eyes, once home to passion's vibrant spectrum, now seem but windows onto an abyss churning with shadows.

Hwei seeks understanding through revelation of torment—by replicating each scene of suffering until its essence bleeds forth. You fear such intimacy with evil may leech away what remains of his light.

As the sun dips low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the tavern’s wooden beams, you sit beside Hwei, captivated by the way his brush dances across the canvas. Each stroke is filled with emotion, transforming the blank surface into a vibrant landscape of colors. Hwei pours his heart into the painting, bringing to life a sun rising triumphantly over a gentle sea, its rays bursting forth like tendrils of warmth. Hwei is completely absorbed in his painting.

Truly, no artist tolerates reality.

You lean closer, intrigued by the imagery. “Is it a sunset or a sunrise?” you ask, admiring the way the light plays in his eyes. Resting your chin on Hwei's shoulder, you feel a warm connection, as if the moment stretches into eternity.

Hwei pauses, his brush hovering above the canvas as he turns to you, a soft smile blooming on his lips. “It’s a sunrise,” he replies, his voice warm and tender. “A new beginning. I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

His gaze lingers on you, and in that moment, the world outside the tavern fades away. You feel a magnetic pull, an unspoken connection that draws you closer.

The ambiance is thick with the scent of paint and the calming whispers of the sea outside.

You close your eyes as his hand comes up to gently cup your cheek. His thumb softly traces your bottom lip. As he leans in closer, you can feel his warm breath mingling with yours.

His kiss is tentative at first, mere brushes of contact that leave you craving more. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against his form.

His other hand slides into your hair, fingers twisting in the strands to tilt your head to a better angle. His kiss becomes deeper, more passionate. When his tongue sweeps along your lip, you grant access eagerly. As your tongues meet, a soft moan escapes you.

All the while, his hand on your cheek begins a slow descent. Over your jaw, down your neck, it comes to rest on your waist. His fingertips graze under the edge of your shirt, sending sparks across your skin. You cling to him more tightly, lost in the bliss of his lips moving with yours.

When you finally part for air, he does not go far. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes still closed as you both pant, lost in the moment. His hand never strays from your waist, thumb making gentle strokes across the sensitive flesh. In his embrace, you have never felt so wanted, so cared for. It is here, in his arms, that you are meant to be.

Hwei opens his eyes and whispers, “Some people are artists. Some themselves, are art.”

When you finally pull away, breathless, you look into his eyes, which shimmer with joy and intensity. But as you glance back at the painting, something catches your eye. Dark, shadowy figures seem to writhe within the vibrant hues, lurking just beneath the surface of the canvas. They flicker in and out of existence, vanishing as quickly as they appear.

A shiver runs down your spine. “Hwei, do you see that?” you ask, pointing to the canvas.

His expression shifts, a shadow crossing his features. “I—I’ll protect you,” he says, his voice suddenly serious, his grip tightening around you. The remnants of the massacre at the temple echo in his eyes, a haunting reminder of the darkness he has faced.

“I know you will,” you reassure him, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “But you don’t have to do it alone.”

For a moment, the weight of his past hangs heavy in the air. He leans into your touch, the warmth of your presence grounding him. “You’re my light,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the firelight dances upon Hwei's face, you trace gentle fingers along his jaw, brushing aside an ebony strand fallen askew.

Hwei leans into your touch with a soft sigh, clasping your fingers in his own. "I feel there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people. I feel like art and love are the same thing: it’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”

His lips graze your knuckles, stirring memories as vivid as yesterday's joyous discoveries. For a moment's respite, all traces of grief and care dissolve beneath remembered rapture...

...Until a sharp rap at the door shatters remnants of days past like spun glass.

You open the door. A single lotus flower lays on the ground.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The memories of Hwei's past weigh heavily on him, each loss a haunting echo in his mind. Yet, as he paints, the burdens begin to lift. His art speaks of grief and longing, capturing the essence of his experiences in hues and textures that transcend language. With every stroke, he communicates the inexpressible—an intimate connection to those who suffer alongside him.

While words can falter, art holds the power to bridge the chasms of isolation. It is a silent language, one that resonates deeply within the hearts of those who behold it, conveying feelings that can never be articulated. The beauty of creations offers solace, a reminder that even in the depths of despair, connection is possible through the shared understanding of emotion.

Art can speak for one, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. In a world rife with pain, it becomes a guiding light—a universal form of communication that unites hearts across boundaries.

Though silent, art speaks volumes. In this moment of catharsis through creative expression, one begins to find healing. Art provides an empowering and voiceless language to communicate intimate feelings beyond what words can say.

Especially in times of deep suffering when words fail, art becomes a "silent language" to express the inexpressible emotions of a soul.

Through art, one always finds a way to express the inexpressible, to share a silent language with the world.

Art's Silent Language.

Note: Well, here it is—finally the grand finale of my fanfic! 🎉 Did you notice that this is the fourth chapter and the whole thing clocks in at 14,444 words? I mean, come on, Jhin would definitely be proud of me for that little numerical homage. Four is his jam, right? Haha! So, about the ending... it’s kind of a happy one, or at least an open one. I did toy with the idea of killing off the protagonist—just a little cheeky thought, you know? Hehe. Oh! And I hope you caught the title drop at the end, “Art’s Silent Language.” Subtle, right? Or maybe not so much, but I tried! Now, I did mischaracterize Jhin a tad for my down-bad heart (shoutout to all my fellow simps!), but I did my best to keep him lore-accurate. This chapter is dedicated to all my broken artists out there. 💔 Don’t let life get you down—pick up the pieces and create something beautiful! That’s the real message here. Art can express feelings that words sometimes can’t. As I wrote, "Art is the highest hope." And for the Van Gogh fans, I hope you recognized some of his quotes sprinkled throughout! I love Van Gogh, and honestly, Hwei gives off major Van Gogh vibes. Plus, he has that surrealist flair, so it felt natural to weave in some of that genius. If you’re curious about my theories on Hwei, check out my theory account (https://www.tumblr.com/hwei-theories?source=share). And if you want to see more of my chaotic thoughts, here’s my main account (https://www.tumblr.com/reverieparacosm?source=share). Thanks for reading, everyone! Keep creating! 💖

Wow, this story was just so beautifully written! I loved the slow, intimate pacing - it really let me get invested in the characters and their emotions. The dialogue felt super authentic, like I was right there with them. I was completely drawn into their world!

I'm always happy to read your fanfics <3

Hi, it's the anon from yesterday! I loved the slow dancing hc you wrote! It was cute 😊 So I have another request and this time I think you might actually like it. May I request a hc where Hwei's s/o goes down on him for the first time? And if it's too spicy for you then can I request a hc where Hwei paints on his s/o's skin? Thanks a million! I appreciate you ❤

EEE HELLO AGAIN!! I am so glad you liked the blurb from yesterday, and sorry this has taken so long to answer. Life alas has gotten in the hwei.. 😔 and I ended up really going at this! But again not too spicy at all~♡♡

🔞minors dni🔞 🧡

Tw:Nsfw, soft dom Hwei, GN power bottom reader, blowjobs, self-conscious Hwei, Hwei again having some trust issues, a tinge of angst, Hwei struggling with receiving pleasure. Very needy very horny Hwei.. he missed you lots.

But you can just tell the storm of emotions brewing within him, the immense amount of want and need so evident in his features having been cooped up all day in his studio. To say he missed you was an understatement, his heart, mind, and body ached with longing and desperation from being separated from you for just a single day, with you knowing just the thing he needed

You had mozied yourself into Hwei's dimly lit studio you too having longed for your lover after a long days work. His once sullen eyes light up brighter than the sun once he lays eyes on the person he craves most.

"Y/N! I missed you so much! I'm so glad you're hom-- mmhph!"

You cut off his stammered statement when you slowly slot yourself onto his lap. Your chest pressed closely against his, with your arms tightly wrapped around his slim body. Your head lowering into the crook of his neck, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine as you settle yourself deeper into his embrace

"I missed you Hwei.. I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer"

Feeling him tense up momentarily, then with a shakey sigh he melts into arms. He pulled you in closer with him taking in deep breaths, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Hwei knew he had been missing and craving his muse since you got out of your shared bed that morning so when you finally returned to him he couldn't help but be elated, you being his remedy to his heart and mind that pined so painfully for you.

"You haven't a clue just how much I've missed you too, it's maddening how the only thing on my mind all day was you, my love"

His grip on you tightens, wanting to melt into you. With the way his desire was bubbling up Hwei couldn't just be pressed against you, he needed to become one with you. He wanted to crawl into your skin, never to be apart, and kiss and caress the heart he wants only to beat for him, to intertwine soul and body to reach divinity.

You shift ever so slightly in Hwei's lap to give yourself a more comfortable position, and then you feel it. Just underneath the soft plush of your butt, his hardening member poking up against you. Signaling to you just how much he needed you, it was endearing seeing him slowly become more flustered, unable to keep his desire underwraps

Hwei's mind was spinning, he felt disgusted and disappointed in himself by being unable to control himself. Hwei felt his face burn, with desire and embarrassment by how your allure had completely enraptured him. His shaky, shallow breaths quipped out a desperate plea.

"I-I, ugh.. I'm so sorry y/n please just ignore that..! I'm fine just being close like this.."

Hwei then buried his head deep into the crook of your neck, his hot, still-staggered breaths fanning across your delicate skin. He needed you so badly that it hurt, you felt him continuing to grow and stiffen, almost throbbing underneath you.

Your mind was torn, it was obvious he needed more than just closeness, not knowing if choosing your next step would be the right choice but you know you couldn't just leave him like this.

"Hwei.. would you want me to help you? You know with--"

"This~"

You playfully grind ever so slightly against his hardening length causing him to inhale so sharply it almost sounded as if he choked. Hwei's hands quickly ball into fists, tightly gripping the fabric of your shirt, trying to hold on to any remaining composure he had left. His throat bobbed as he nearly chocked on his own breath, his mind spiraling with the plethora of possibilities of what you may do next

"J-just what do you mea-"

You interrupted his speech by languidly placing a finger against his trembling lips. Your actions only continue to stir him on, Hwei's eyes shone a bright gold, with his face turning a shade of red that rivals his painting.

"Shh~ do trust me Hwei? Would you allow me to bring you the pleasure you so crave?"

You whisper, with Hwei's chest rising and falling faster with each word that rolls off your tongue. He knew he trusted you to some extent, but man did he feel guilty, dirty, and freakish as to even let you see how feral he had become for you. Hwei wished you had never seen him like this, let alone the nights he'd spent fucking his own fist to the thought of you.

But the way you looked up at him, the way your body so perfectly fitted against his, with the tension in the air rising faster than he could keep up with on top of the fact that this was real. Again astonished at how he even got into to this situation with a person as perfect as you.

"I.."

Hwei pauses looking to the side almost unable to meet your gaze due to the sheer emotional roller-coaster he's experiencing. He wants you more than anything, his instincts paired with his desire were driving him mad. He so desperately wanted to accept but he felt so conflicted, so he choked out

"I do!! I'm just really sorry you have to see me like this.. I trust you fully I just don't want to ruin your perception of me and the beautiful relationship we have by going too far too quickly"

Your eyes widen, as your heart sinks turning your once languid expression for one of concern and heartache. You pull him in closer your hand placed softly on the back of his head.

"Oh Hwei.. Again always too hard on yourself my love... you honestly don't know how happy it makes me to see you so needy for me. It would truly bring me great joy to please you.. so may I..? Please~?"

Your words make his heart feel like it just might burst. The visionary pulls away from you just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes a bright pink full of obsession, adoration, and lust. You see him ponder, Hwei's throat bobbed up and down as his cock continued to poke and prod at you. His body was begging for you and he couldn't deny you any longer so he nods his head as he whispered to you.

"Only if you're truly okay with it.."

You excitedly nod in response, you then lean in giving him a swift kiss of reassurance.

"I promise that I am, now let me give you the pleasure you so deserve"

You say with heavy sultry, you slowly lift yourself off of his lap and settle yourself on the floor just between his trembling thighs. Hwei's heartbeat was thundering in his ears, his visage a bright scarlet hue at the sight of you looking up at him with your fingers dancing over the tent in his pants.

Your fingertips graze over the clothed tip, feeling the slight dampness from the precum that had begun to flow from you being ever so tantalizing. You felt it throb and jump at even the slightest touch, hearing the man above struggle to hold back his needy cries.

"P-please y/n.. I don't think I can wait I need you.."

Hwei was teetering on razer edge, he was dangerously close to snapping and forcibly shoving his cock right into your pretty mouth but yet again refrains himself, putting your comfort and trust above all else.

You slowly pull the hem of his pants down just enough to free his erect length, your fingertips gently wrapping themselves around his cock. You then slowly and languidly begin to pump your hand up and down his shaft causing Hwei's hands to grip the sides of his chair.

He sucked the air through his teeth, then let out a shakey breath of elated relief at even the smallest of pleasure. You pick up your pace as you lean your head in closer, and give an experimental kiss to the tip.

"Ahh..! Y/N.. my muse.. please I-- mmhph!!"

You had drawn the head of his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and savoring his addictive taste. The whimpered moans and his trembling legs only spurred you on, you pull more of his member into your mouth. The salty taste of his delicate skin mixed with the precum he couldn't help from leaking only made you want more. You took your free hand and began to stroke whatever couldn't fit into your warm, wet mouth.

If Hwei thought he was going insane before, he certainly was now. His mind was completely clouded with pure ecstasy, the feeling of your tongue so perfectly at him was unlike anything he could've ever imagined. He unconsciously took one of his hands and placed it on the back of your head, gently pushing you forward in time with your movements

"Fuck.. so perfect.. so good y/n..!"

You look up at him through half-lidded, glassy eyes. He was completely blissed out, his jaw hung open, his pupils blown wide dawning a bright magenta hue, and his breathing was akin to an animal in heat. He caressed the back of your head with his thumb encouraging you to continue.

A pool of your own saliva trailed and pooled his pants and the hard floor beneath you but you paid it no mind. You felt his cock throb and pulse with each flick of your tongue, only causing Hwei's sweet moans to increase in volume.

Hwei hated how close he was, this pleasure was one he wanted to last a lifetime but with the way you kept perfectly massaging him with your tongue and the way your lips fit perfectly around him it was impossible to hold back his impending climax

"Ahh..! Ahh..! Y/N I'm so close..! You're gonna make me cum..!"

You heard Hwei say through exacerbated breaths. Music to your ears you only proceeded to shove as much of him into your mouth that could fit. Feeling his cock pulse and spurt his seed deep into the back of your throat, the sweet flavor coating your tongue as he emptied himself into you swallowing every last drop of his essence

Hwei's chest heaved heavy breaths as he came down from his high with you slowly looking up at him with eyes full of confidence and mischief. He was completely disheveled but he met your gaze with slightly darkened eyes, his hand cupped your cheek as his thumb rubbed over your supple skin. He then whispered out to you his voice full of desire and adoration.

"That was amazing my muse.. now let me thank you by returning the favor~"

OMG pls do! I would love to read it

Guys.. I think I've been doing the opposite of uwufying Hwei

..

I think its worse

Or better depending..

I think Ive been daddifying himm

*clear visible despair*

Im litterally on the same page but the different side as the uwuifyers..

I'm thinking about writing a King Baldwin IV from Kingdom of Heaven Fanfiction!

Arranged marriage

Strangers to Lovers

Slight Yandere?

He Falls First

Dark Romance

Am I too late to write a fanfic about him? At the end of the day, who cares if I'm late? LMAO