bright after rain

xavier (shěn xīnghuí 沈星回) as wen junhui

JUN WITH A SWORD!!! WHAT ELSE DO I NEED TO SAY!!! ESP HIM AS KING OF DARKKNIGHT!!! anyways, xavier is typically characterised calm, boyish, a lil awkward (even tho it's all a facade), mysterious, and hella sleepy (this man can sleep in any situation in the game LMAO), which i believe fits jun a lot. imagining jun with a sword and slaying wanderers alongside you is just so 🫦. constantly puts himself on the line for you is his way of showing his love and affection. definitely more affectionate in private, cuz behind closed doors, he's def pouncing on you. across your shared past lives and timelines, you both have that "star-crossed lovers" trope as you two are often eventually doomed to fall apart but find each other again and again (he's waited for you in each one 🥹).

"Then you're aware. No matter how long it takes, I will find you. I kept my word." - Xavier

rafayel (qí yù 祁煜) as joshua hong

it was so so hard to decide between shua and hao! ultimately, i chose shua for this. rafayel is very playful, teasing, charming, dramatic, and lowkey has an evil streak that contrasts heavily with his gentleman and genuine appearance (also fyi, yes the love interests in this game are all morally grey asf). imagining joshua as lemurian sea god with his luscious long hair and tail tho..... UGH or even abysswalker. he does get sad when you don't remember any of your past lives together, but still shares that intense state of longing for you as you two are pretty much bounded by fate across every lifetime. you both also share the same "star-crossed lovers" trope cause you often sacrifice yourself for him in each timeline.

"I wish the person who vowed to stay by my side keeps her promise and is by my side every year. And that she shows me her world." - Rafayel

zayne (lí shēn 黎深) as jeon wonwoo

self-explanatary asf. zayne has that stoic and collected demeanour but is entirely quietly devoted to you (ALSO GLASSES!!!), which fits wonwoo so much. zayne/wonwoo as your childhood friend who later on becomes your primary care physician/cardiac surgeon to protect you after accidentally hurting you with his evol when you were kids and you having a fragmented memory and heart condition. has the classic "red string of fate" trope with you all across the different timelines and memories, sometimes even sacrificing his own happiness/life/power just so you can live freely (IMAGINING WONWOO AS GOD OF ANNILHILATION IS KILLING ME.......).

"Real life doesn't always have happy endings. However… with you here, my story won't end in tragedy." - Zayne

sylus (qín chè 秦彻) as choi seungcheol

classic bad boy trope. sylus is highly influential, very confident, direct, and very much a thrill seeker. imagining cheol as the leader of onychinus and his huge ass wardrobe of powerful weapons got me KICKING MY FEET. but even despite his intimidating aura, there's always a soft side to him that comes out in his vulnerable affection toward you and his support of your autonomy, than forcing you to remember your past timelines with him. every timeline, you both share a fated "enemies to lovers" trope (literally cause every sylus myth card shows you both trying to kill each other then kissing right away pretty much LMAO). could destroy you honestly, but would rather burn the entire world just for you instead.

"If you were also an art piece, then whoever created you must have loved you dearly." - Sylus

caleb (xià yǐzhòu 夏以昼) as kim mingyu

ngl caleb has been growing a lot on me lately, esp after his latest myth (even tho i had HORRIBLE LUCK). caleb is basically a very cheerful puppy and will do anything to bring a smile to your face and has that boy-next-door charm, which fits mingyu a lot hehe. also i'm pretty sure him and caleb are the same height so??? he is also VERY protective, possessive of you, and pampers you a lot. in the game, he's basically your childhood friend turned adoptive older stepbrother, then becomes a top colonel of the farspace fleet and then you ultimately become lovers lmao. basically your entire relationship is built on the "forbidden love" trope in all of his myths/memories and honestly i've been eating it up.

"I've always held myself back and endured. Day, after day, after day. It was suffocating. But now, I'm tired of playing these games." - Caleb

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Seungcheol 🍒

He’s protective with everyone. Leader mode never turns off.

But with you?

He doesn’t stand in front of you like a shield.

He stands beside you.

His hand rests on the small of your back when you walk through crowded places not to show you off. Just to make sure you’re there.

When he’s tired, he doesn’t talk.

He just lays his head on your lap and whispers, “Stay.”

He doesn’t ask that from anyone else.

😇Jeonghan

He’s clingy with everyone. Playful. Dramatic.

But with you? He’s quiet.

He brushes your hair behind your ear without teasing. He watches your expressions when you talk.

Sometimes he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and just breathe.

No jokes. No tricks.

Just him choosing to be still.

🐰Joshua

He’s gentle. Always has been.

But with you?He’s deliberate.

He holds your hand under the table during group dinners. He listens when you’re speaking even if someone louder interrupts.

He waits for you to finish.

And when you doubt yourself, he says softly, “I know you. You’ll figure it out.”

He doesn’t say that to anyone else.

😺Jun

He’s shy-soft in public.

With you?

He’s expressive.

He sends you random photos of the sky. Sends voice notes instead of texts when he misses you.

When you’re stressed, he presses his forehead to yours and just stays there.

You’re the only one who sees how much he talks when he feels safe.

🐯Hoshi

He’s loud affection. Energy. Chaos.

With you?

He’s calm.

His voice drops when it’s just the two of you. His hands move slower.

He traces circles on your wrist while talking about his day.

Sometimes he’ll look at you like he’s memorizing you.

And when you catch him, he smiles smaller. Softer.

🦊Wonwoo

He’s reserved with most people.

But with you? He initiates.

He reaches for your hand first. He pulls you closer during movies.

When you fall asleep, he adjusts the blanket and tucks your hair behind your ear not because it’s cute.

Because he knows you hate hair on your face.

He remembers details no one notices.

🍚Woozi

He acts tsundere with everyone.

With you?

He’s honest.

When he’s insecure about a song, he tells you first.

When he’s overwhelmed, he doesn’t snap he sighs and says, “Can you sit with me?”

He lets you see him unfinished.

That’s rare.

⚔️DK

He’s sunshine. Hug everyone. Loud love.

With you?

He’s steady.

He doesn’t perform happiness.

He just leans into you and rests.

He tells you about the days he doubts himself. About the pressure. And when you hold his face and say you’re proud of him, his smile isn’t big.

It’s small. And real.

🐶Mingyu

He’s affectionate. Physical. Warm.

With you?

He’s careful.

He adjusts his strength when he hugs you. He checks your reaction before teasing.

If you’re upset, he kneels in front of you instead of towering over you.

And when you’re mad?

He doesn’t argue first.

He listens.

🐸The8 (Minghao)

He’s thoughtful with everyone.

With you? He’s vulnerable.

He talks about fears he never says out loud. He’ll sit in silence with you without needing to fill it. Sometimes he’ll take your hand and just press it against his chest.

“Feel that?” he says quietly.

That heartbeat? He only lets you feel it like that.

🍊Seungkwan

He’s affectionate, loud, dramatic.

With you?

He’s soft-spoken. He checks if you ate. He notices when your voice sounds off.

When you cry, he doesn’t joke to lighten the mood.

He cups your face and says, “Tell me properly.”

Because your feelings matter.

🐢Vernon

He’s chill with everyone.

With you?

He’s intentional.

He sends songs that remind him of you. He shares unfinished thoughts. Sometimes he’ll just look at you and say, “I like this.”

“What?”

“Us.”

Simple. But it hits every time.

🦦Dino

He’s playful. Confident. Teasing.

With you?

He’s grounding.

He wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. He asks for your opinion seriously.

He wants to grow and he wants you there while he does.

jeonghan —; beg

everyone knows yoon jeonghan likes having people at his mercy. he gets a little unhinged when he has power over someone—so imagine what he gets like when you’re writhing on his cock, gasping his name so sweetly, your eyes glimmering with tears as he fucks you hard.

“what is it, pretty?” he asks, and like the devil he is, he slows the movement of hips, pulling out of you until his tip barely kisses your also weeping hole. it’s torture for him too, to leave the hot, tight haven that is your cunt, but to him it’s worthwhile.

“wanna cum, hannie,” you whimper.

“hm… i don’t know if i should let you yet,” he says, dipping back inside just an inch. years of him being yours means you don’t miss the tiny strain in his voice that betrays his perfectly collected demeanour.

“please, hannie, please, please, please, let me cum. i’ve been so good,” you sob, squeezing your thighs where they rest on his hips.

you watch as a switch flips in his eyes within a millisecond. a grin lights up his face and he shudders, and he’s sliding back inside you, fucking in and out of you harder and faster than before. safe to say it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum after that.

joshua —; make eye contact

his pretty doe eyes make staring into them your favourite thing in the world, and if you asked him his favourite pastime, he’d tell you that it was gazing into your irises.

it’s also his biggest weakness. from the way you’ve got your mouth wrapped around his dick, throat gagging even though you’re only halfway down it, joshua feels his sanity slipping away. his fingers curl into the bedsheets below as he watches you work him, revels in the warmth of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft.

when your eyes flick up to meet his he doesn’t stand a chance. not with how glimmering they are, brimming softly with tears, yet swimming with adoration. with worship.

heat washes over his whole body, he’s gasping, and the salty warmth of his release pools on your tongue.

jun —; put his fingers in your mouth

when junhui gets inside you he has a one-track mind. he becomes rapt with pleasure, drunk from the warm squeeze of your pussy around him, focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the sight of you under him, the sound of you in his ears.

the effect you have on him is dangerous, because you’re equally obsessed with him as he is with you, and you’re not afraid to show him.

and you love his hands, he knows you do—knows how you love his slender fingers and their soft touches all over you, inside you. your brain is cloudy, fogged by lust when you take him by his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. your eyes sparkle as your lips wrap around his index finger, your soft tongue swirling around it.

jun’s mouth parts with awe, his eyes growing round. a second later, he stills inside you with a gasp of your name, like he’s praying to you, all the while you’re sucking on his finger like a devil.

hoshi —; scratch him

he’s a little bit of a freak, and a masochist too.

when he’s got you folded in half, hitting all the right spots inside you, you cling to him in every way you can—fingers grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders. one particular stroke of his hips has you squealing.

your nails sink into his skin, crying out his name as you rake them down the toned planes of his back. the second you do, soonyoung is grunting, hips stilling, cock twitching as a sticky warmth suddenly floods your cervix.

the worst part about it is how he always has the stupidest, most shit-eating smug grin on his face when he examines your damage in the bathroom after, and you know that if he could, he would post the selfies he takes in the mirror all over instagram. what’s even worse though? seeing your marks makes him hard again.

wonwoo —; cry

you’re such a sensitive little thing and wonwoo adores you. one orgasm on his fingers and you’re already overstimulated—“but baby, i haven’t even put my cock in you yet,” he’ll coo.

like it’s your fault you have a boyfriend with skilled fingers and a skilled tongue and who knows you inside and out like the back of his hand, who knows where to touch you and how hard and what pace makes you writhe the most.

by the time he does get inside you, you’re gasping and whining and clawing at him, tears springing to your eyes because he’s so big and so deep, but the stretch is so addictive that it’s dizzying. his voice is low and husky as he mutters to you a mixture of teases and praise, calls you his pretty girl and then laughs at sensitive you are, pretends he’s not on the verge of coming from the sound of your choked gasps.

your belly starts to pulse with that familiar heat and by then you’re keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it starts to become too much. your sobs go straight to his cock, and it’s only a matter of time before he reaches his climax, and his gasps of pleasure harmonise with your own cries.

woozi —; pull his hair

he’s been growing his hair out. after all your begging, he finally listened. in a way, though, it’s backfired a little on you, because the longer it gets the more insane you become. and the thing is you never expected him to let it get to his shoulders—and still he doesn’t plan on cutting it. well, good. you would kill him if he did.

when his face is between your legs you’re nothing short of a feral animal—your hips bucking wild against his mouth, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your fingers, of course, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. he makes you whine when he pulls away from your needy, sticky cunt to tsk at you, tells you to cut it out and keep your hands to yourself. (it’s because he’s about to cream his pants).

when he bends you in half beneath him, ruts into you hard and fast and relentless, you need leverage. your hands land on the back of his neck, fingertips grazing at his roots, then one slam of his hips into yours has his cock bumping against the most sensitive spot inside you and your grasping at his hair and crying his name so desperately. no longer can he hold back, strained groans slipping past his lips as he lets go inside you.

dokyeom —; hold his hand

a sentimental sweetheart, seokmin is an utter romantic who thinks that being inside of you, whether in your mouth or your pussy, is intimacy in its purest form. now imagine showing him just how much more intimate things can get.

he’s losing his mind at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the way you swallow his length down making him see stars. he can’t bare to look at you—he needs to focus on taking deep breaths so that he doesn’t cum straight down your throat. then he feels you grabbing at one of his hands, lacing your fingers together, and no amount of deep breathing can stop him from releasing.

and when he fucks you it’s no different—it’s him in near tears, whimpering your name between incoherent words over and over, and as soon as you take his hand in yours and your fingers wrap around his, there’s nothing else he can do but succumb to his own pleasure.

mingyu —; take control

he’s big and strong; strong enough to put you into whatever position he wants, to make you cum at his command, to do just as he pleases with you.

but that’s exactly why he likes it when you slap him around a little.

you can’t exactly bend him into doggy or use your weight to keep him pinned to the mattress, but you can sit yourself pretty on his cock and ride him teasingly slow. you can tell him he’s not allowed to touch you or you’ll stop moving. you can tell him to kiss you, to go slower, to go harder.

you can sit up and put a hand around his throat, still your hips, and tell him he can fuck you himself if he wants to cum. and he’ll do just that—and as soon as you utter the words, he’s gone, whining out curses as he fills you up in white, warm spurts.

minghao —; whisper in his ear

minghao often tells you how he adores your voice. when you talk to him he’s entranced, and he’s always been more of a listener than a talker, and it’s perfect because you always have so much to say, and minghao will listen to every last word of yours.

your voice—minghao’s kryptonite, his achilles’ heel, his undoing and, oh, the way you moan for him when he’s got you on his cock is enough to make his heart stop beating. the perverted part of him wishes he could record you, hide the file away on his phone and listen to you when he’s overseas and he can’t call you. maybe he’ll ask you about that, if he can find the courage.

the final blow is when you’re getting close. you lean in, right next to his ear, so close that your breath sends shivers along his skin. “please, hao, i’m so close,” you whisper, yet you still sound so desperate and depraved. “you are too, right? cum for me, please. i’ll cum for you too.”

so he does just that—minghao gives in and lets his orgasm wash over him, fingertips drawing circles on your clit until mere moments later he hears the sound of your own cresting pleasure and he feels himself getting hard again.

seungkwan —; wrap your legs around him

it’s a fact that seungkwan loves to be close to you. if he could, he would crawl inside of your skin and live in your heart. but since he can’t, constant physical touch is the next best thing.

he likes to think he has relatively good self-control…most of the time. like when he’s buried to the hilt inside you, he’s incredible at keeping in rhythm, fucking into you at the most perfect pace for both you and him, hitting the spot that makes your back arch off the bed.

somehow he never sees it coming—when your arms are snaked around his neck and you’re holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to heaven, and your legs wrap around his waist so that you can pull him in impossibly deep. then you bring his face to yours, and you have the most irresistible little pout on your face when you make your request. “cum inside me, seungkwannie?”

and it’s not like he has much choice with the way you’ve trapped him inside of you, but that’s the very reason why the next second he’s pumping you full, because when it’s you, how is he supposed to have any self-control?

vernon —; touch yourself

it’s not like vernon can last long in general. he thinks you’re the hottest thing alive and he’s so enamoured with you that it’s too much for him sometimes, but you best believe he’ll put his all into holding out just for you.

there are times, however, where he’s just a man. and what’s a man to do when he has a goddess riding his dick? when your tits look so pretty, bouncing in his face, when you have that fucked out look in your eyes, when you feel like heaven and hell all at once?

and what the fuck is a man to do when your hand drifts down between your legs, to your aching clit, and your fingers start to rub it in circles, or when your other hand grasps one of your tits and tugs at one of your own nipples? and your sweet pussy clenches around him so tight when you do, clamps down on him in an hot, wet embrace, so what else can he do but cum?

dino —; say ‘i love you’

another sweet, sentimental boy. lee chan is head over heels for you, enamoured, obsessed, smitten, infatuated with you… the list of things he is around you is endless.

it shows in the way he fucks you—always takes his time with you, never rushes taking you apart. every touch of his is intentional, meant to set you both ablaze. when he eats you out to prep you for his cock, he has to try not to cum in his pants from how pretty you are.

where he really doesn’t stand a chance however is when he’s bottomed out inside you, as close as he can possibly be with you—so close you’re practically one. the sweetest sounds fall from your lips, spurring on his expert thrusts.