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Vipers And Dragons
PART IV
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Fury ignited in Y/n's chest the moment she stepped through the doorway. There, sprawled across her leather armchair, was Jimin, looking like a panther draped across its kill. He was all cool confidence, a smirk playing on his lips that did absolutely nothing to lessen the heat that flared in her core.
"Park," she spat, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud that echoed through the office. "What unwelcome surprise do I owe the pleasure of?"
He tilted his head back, a single black eyebrow quirking upwards. "Always so dramatic, Viper. Can't a man visit a business partner on a rainy night?"
His casualness grated on her. This was her territory, her sanctuary. His presence here was a blatant violation of the fragile truce they'd established.
"Business can wait," she said, her voice clipped. "Unless you've lost your men and need a Viper to clean up your mess again?"
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine despite her best efforts. "Never underestimate the Dragons, Viper. But speaking of cleaning up messes..." He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement. "We have unfinished business."
The air crackled with unspoken tension, a potent mix of hostility and something far more volatile. Y/n crossed her arms, refusing to be swayed by his sudden shift in tone.
"Business was the Falcones," she reminded him, her voice firm. "That's done."
"Not quite," he countered, his smile fading. "There's been a complication. A leak in one of our factions. Someone's feeding information to the Crows." The Crows, a rival mafia outfit notorious for their ruthlessness, were a constant threat.
Y/n's pulse quickened. A leak in their ranks could spell disaster for both the Vipers and the Dragons. "Who do you suspect?"
Jimin shrugged, his movements fluid and predatory. "That's for you to figure out, Viper. You have your informants, I have mine. Consider this a joint investigation."
Joint investigation. The very idea was laughable, considering their volatile history. But the threat of the Crows was a bigger concern. Y/n knew this wasn't just about business. This was a game of control, a power play disguised as a collaboration.
"Fine," she conceded, the word leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "But don't expect me to share my intel with you, Park. This is a Viper operation."
"As long as the Crows are dealt with," he responded, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that made her cheeks burn. "Besides," he added, a slow smile creeping back onto his face, "wouldn't working together be a bit more… interesting?"
The implication hung heavy in the air. The sexual tension that thrummed between them was no longer subtle. She hated the way his words affected her, the way his nearness sent a jolt through her system. He was the enemy, a viper in his own right, yet she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.
"Interesting, perhaps," she finally said, her voice husky despite her best efforts to appear unaffected. "But don't forget the game, Park. Alliances are temporary. Victories, however..." Her voice took on a dangerous edge. "Those are permanent."
He met her gaze, a spark of something dangerous flickering in his eyes. "We'll see about that, Viper," he said, rising to his full height. "This game has just begun."
As he walked towards the door, his cologne leaving a lingering scent in the air, Y/n felt like the ground beneath her had shifted. The lines between enemy and something more were blurring with every encounter. This joint investigation was a gamble, a dance on a knife's edge. But as she watched Jimin disappear into the rain-soaked night, Y/n knew one thing for sure: the heat of this game was only going to rise.
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Comfort on New Year’s Eve (FengQing oneshot)
Summary:
Mu Qing is sad that his mother isn't here to visit him for New Year's and laments it on the balcony. Feng Xin comes to take a breather but ends up comforting Mu Qing instead. They talk about their feelings and this ends in a kiss
Notes:
Lol I wrote this in the middle of the night and published it at like 3 am, so it's very bad compared to my other fic and I didn't beta read it cause I was too tired to. Enjoy tho. Constructive criticism welcome as always.
Btw, translations for the text messages in Cantonese will be provided at the end of the paragraph.
“Why did I ever agree to this?”
Mu Qing asks himself as he stares up into the night sky, the loud noise of people partying behind him echoing to where he was standing on the balcony.
Mu Qing sighs and takes out his phone, unlocking it and staring at all the messages that his mother had left him.
Mama
Mama: 我個乖仔點啊? 喺大學讀得開唔開心啊? 識咗新朋友未啊? (sent 11:27 pm, Hong Kong time)
Mama: 新年快樂啊! (sent 11:27 pm, Hong Kong time)
Mama: 媽咪今個新年離唔到英國探你真係對唔住啊, 我喺香港好忙, 連新年過嚟搵你嘅時間都無,但喺你生日嘅時候我一定嚟探你!媽咪應承你! 希望你可以你可以原諒媽咪啦! (Sent 11:28 pm, Hong Kong time)
(Translations:
Mama: How’s my good boy? Are you happy studying at the university? Make any new friends?
Mama: Happy New Year!
Mama: Mami is sorry she can’t come to England to see you this year, I’m very busy in Hong Kong, and can’t even make time to visit you on New Year’s, but I will come to visit on your birthday! Mami promises you she will! I hope you can forgive Mami!)
Mu Qing stares at the last message, his mom hadn’t made it to England to visit him for New Year’s this year, but she’d promised him that she’d make it for his birthday.
The thought that she isn’t there for him this New Year’s made Mu Qing feel… sad? Ever since he was born, Mu Qing always celebrated New Year’s with his mother, making niangao, going to the park to look at the lanterns at night, playing with fireworks at night, those were all the things that they did together, and though it wasn’t much, it made Mu Qing happy, and the fact that his mother was there with him made it ten times better.
But ever since he started college in London, he hasn’t been able to see his mother much, and while she still visits him for New Year’s, Christmas and his birthday every year, the fact that she isn’t here this year just made Mu Qing feel awful.
He wipes away some tears forming in his eyes and takes a deep breath.
It’s just one year, Mu Qing, she’ll be here for your birthday. He tells himself.
But that doesn’t make it any better.
Mu Qing tries to wipe away more tears forming in his eyes and looks towards the sky once again.
“Hey.”
A voice rings out from behind him. Mu Qing turns around to see Feng Xin, carrying two cups of what he assumes is tea and looking at him curiously.
“What are you doing out here?” Feng Xin asks.
“Could say the same for you.” Mu Qing responds, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. “What are you doing here?”
Feng Xin sighs and leans on the railing of the balcony.
“It was too chaotic in there, had to come out to take a breather.”
“What? Can’t take a bit of noise?” Mu Qing teases him.
“Hey-” Feng Xin opens his mouth to protest, but stops himself when he sees that Mu Qing is shaking slightly.
“Hey, are you cold?”
“No.” Mu Qing says, voice trembling. “I’m fine.”
Feng Xin sighs. “No, I can see that you’re shivering.” he takes off his jacket and drapes it over Mu Qing.
“Hey, what are you-” Mu Qing flushes a bit when he feels the jacket being put on him. “I don’t need this.” he glowers at Feng Xin and hands the jacket back to him.
“No, you do.” Feng Xin puts the jacket back onto him and shoves the cup of tea in his hands. “You’re gonna catch a cold if you don’t cover up.”
“Quit mother-henning me.” Mu Qing rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the tea. The tea is warm, not too bitter, and warms him up the moment it touches his tongue, and he could feel the warmth spreading from his stomach to the tips of his fingers.
It reminds him of his mom.
Tears start forming in Mu Qing’s eyes again and he wipes them away.
“Hey, are you okay?” Feng Xin asks him, concerned.
“Of course I’m okay, what makes you think that I’m not okay?” Mu Qing says dryly, but there’s a tremble to his voice and Feng Xin notices that Mu Qing’s eyes are red and there are tear tracks running down his face.
“Yeah I’m not buying it.” Feng Xin says. “What’s going on?”
“I said I’m fine, don’t you have better things to do?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes, trying to appear as apathetic as possible.
“No, no I don't.” Feng Xin says and scoots closer to Mu Qing. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”
“I told you already, there’s nothing wrong-”
“Mu Qing I will literally not let you leave this balcony unless you tell me what’s wrong, right now.” Feng Xin says firmly, and locks Mu Qing’s wrist in a tight grip.
“What the- let me go!” Mu Qing tries to yank his arm out of Feng Xin’s grip, but to no avail.
“I told you, I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong.”
Mu Qing struggles to get out of Feng Xin’s grip, and he tries and tries for a long time but to no avail. He eventually gives up and just sighs.
“Alright, fine.” he sighs in defeat. “I’ll tell you.”
“Hm.” Feng Xin says, satisfied, and lets go of Mu Qing.
Mu Qing takes a deep breath. “You know how my mom always comes visit me on New Year’s Eve?”
“Yeah, I know, she won’t stop fussing over us.” Feng Xin sighs fondly, reminiscing about Mrs Mu’s last visit to their campus, where she fussed over how Feng Xin and Mu Qing kept their dorm room and cleaned and reorganized everything.
“Yeah well, she didn’t come to visit this year.” Mu Qing hangs his head low, trying to not let Feng Xin see the tears in his eyes. “She promised that she would come on my birthday, but I’m still kinda bummed that she didn’t come for New Year. She always comes to visit, yet this year, she didn’t come. I know it’s silly and kind of stupid, but I haven't seen her in so long and I miss her, you know what I mean?” he sniffs and wipes the tears away. He uses a moment to muster up the courage to look at Feng Xin, fully expecting him to laugh at him or otherwise be weirded out, but once he raises his head, Feng Xin’s expression is unreadable.
“Don’t, I already know what you're thinking.” Mu Qing turns to the side, expecting Feng Xin to burst out laughing.
But what he didn’t expect was for Feng Xin to wrap his arms around him and envelope him in a tight hug.
Mu Qing is startled at first, but eventually melts into the hug and wraps his arms around Feng Xin’s waist.
“Mu Qing, it’s okay to miss your mom.” Feng Xin says as he rubs circles on his back. “It’s completely fine to be sad about your mom not coming to visit you on New Year’s. You can talk to us about it. Xie Lian, Shi QingXuan, me… We’d all listen.”
Tears spill out of Mu Qing’s eyes and he cries into Feng Xin’s shirt, but his mouth can’t stop morphing into a smile as he cries, and once he faces Feng Xin, he’s fully smiling.
That sight makes Feng Xin’s heart leap.
“I-I know, thanks.” Mu Qing wipes the tears away and looks down. “Feng Xin, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Feng Xin’s breath hitches. “What is it?”
Mu Qing takes a deep breath. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but since we’ve known eachother long enough, I might as well tell you..”
“10!”
“What do you mean?” Feng Xin asks nervously.
“It’s kind of stupid, and you might hate me for it.”
“9!”
“But,” Mu Qing prepares himself. “I think it’d be better to just tell you instead of hiding it.”
“8!”
“Feng Xin,” Mu Qing begins, staring into Feng Xin’s eyes.
“7!”
“I have a crush on you.”
That takes Feng Xin by surprise, and he is frozen for a split second. “W-what?” he says weakly.
“6!”
“It means that I like you, romantically.”
“5!”
“And I would like you to be my boyfriend.”
“4!”
Feng Xin has to pinch himself a few times just to make sure he isn’t dreaming. “You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“3!”
“Well then,” Feng Xin puts a hand on Mu Qing’s cheek. “I’d like to.” he says as he stares into his eyes.
“Oh.” a pretty blush floods Mu Qing’s face. “Well then would you want to-”
“Yes.”
“2!”
Mu Qing raises a hand to caress Feng Xin’s cheek, and takes a deep breath. He dives in, lips fitting onto each other perfectly, and touching as soon as the crowd chanted 1.
“Happy New Year, Feng Xin.” Mu Qing smiles as he presses his and Feng Xin’s foreheads together, fireworks going off in the background.
“Happy New Year, Mu Qing.” Feng Xin says before diving in for another kiss from his boyfriend.
Notes:
Thanks for reading this train wreck of a oneshot! It's definitely not as good compared to the other one I have and I think I'll rewrite it one day to fix the mistakes, but for now, happy new year and I hope 2023 will not be as bad as the previous 3 years (I do not have high hopes tho.)
Link to OG on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43982388
error should brush his teeth
they yellow asf
I bet that mofo’s breath stinks from eating all that chocolate
dirty ass hoe
This is Gary's last fucking straw
Shout out it me 20 minutes ago for coming up with a headcannon for a GenderFluid Kirishima that none needed but I felt the need to intricately plan out Kiris entire discovery of their gender including but not limited to: girls night, a nonbinary Sero, and a confused but concerned Denki.
Ive also thought up somethin fun for a bunch of the guys in 1-A in witch Mina and Kiri find out some of the guy's bra size (cuz let's be honest, them boiz got yiddies) and it leads to Sero's nonbinary discovery.
I need to write more
Just saving this because I have an idea…
He doing the dishes.
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Third ask like this I get,,,, love you people
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Concept: Plague doctor who goes to bed like this
Freddy? Yes, that is what they used to call me. Freddy the Fazbear.
sometimes i feel like i don't understand how human relations work. what should i be doing? how can i be good for you? how should i feel? what are we supposed to do? why don't i have the relationships i crave? what is about those relationships anyway? why is it tiring? why am i broken? what should i do? how do i make this work? they seem so happy. they care for each other. they are there for the each other. they support each other. they talk. what do they say? why hasn't he never said anything to me? what am i not understanding? i thought i was an understanding person.
Stole my sisters weighted blanket the other day, slept for 17.5 hours. Am I okay?
Ever get that feeling that you’re one slap away from falling to sleep but when you’re lying in bed you can’t seem to doze off anymore???
“It’s not my fault you sleep all fucking day, I didn’t know you were asleep. A text would have been nice, you know. You slept for 12 hours straight. In what world do you need that much sleep?”
You’re right, let me just [sleep texts you I won’t be awake until 3 pm]
I sleep because if I’m not awake I’m dreaming of a kinder place without having to hurt anyone.