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one stupid rumor, one accidental claim, and suddenly nicholas is forced to confront the fact that maybe he was never pretending not to like you in the first place.
wang yixiang (nicholas) x reader | 2,030 words. | fluff, comedy, high school!au, friends-to-lovers!au, teasing.
a/n. per on-demand requests, here is the 2nd part of 'she's taken' in his pov. even though this is the continuation, you can still read it as a standalone fanfic.
nicholas had a problem.
a genuinely serious one that nobody else seemed aware of it except him. or maybe he had only realized it recently, which somehow felt worse.
for as long as he could remember, you had simply existed as part of his everyday life—somewhere between basketball manager, familiar classmate, and the first person his eyes unconsciously searched for the moment he stepped into school every morning.
it had become such an embarrassingly natural part of his routine that Nicholas never questioned it at first. seeing you sitting courtside during practice, hearing your voice somewhere in the hallway, catching glimpses of you laughing with friends between classes—all of it had blended so seamlessly into everyday life that he never stopped to wonder why it mattered so much.
until recently.
and apparently, recently meant the exact moment he discovered that watching other guys talk to you had become physically irritating.
which, honestly, should have been his first warning sign.
“you’re staring again.”
nicholas immediately looked away from where you stood near the vending machines across the courtyard, only to find euijoo watching him with an expression that looked far too amused for someone who had been silently observing this entire disaster unfold.
“i’m not.”
“you’ve been looking over there for five minutes.”
“i was thinking.”
“about her.”
“no.”
euijoo raised an eyebrow.
nicholas clicked his tongue. “…maybe.”
the older boy looked deeply unimpressed.
for some reason, nicholas had made the catastrophic decision to tell exactly one person about this entire situation, which now meant euijoo had fully embraced his new role as annoying older brother who enjoyed ruining his peace.
“so,” euijoo continued casually, leaning back against the bench beside him, “when exactly are you planning to stop pretending?”
nicholas frowned immediately. “pretending what?”
“that you don’t like her.”
“i don’t like her.”
euijoo stared at him for exactly two seconds.
“…you literally stopped mid-sentence when she smiled earlier.”
nicholas hated how accurate that was.
because apparently somewhere along the way, he had become embarrassingly weak whenever it came to you.
it was ridiculous.
somehow, little things about you had started mattering more than they should. a single text reply could improve his mood embarrassingly fast, and somewhere along the way, he had developed the habit of noticing things no one else paid attention to; whether you skipped lunch, looked exhausted after club activities, or seemed uncomfortable around people who stood too close.
all things he absolutely should not be paying this much attention to.
and somehow, it only kept getting worse.
“you should just tell her.”
nicholas immediately scoffed, “absolutely not.”
“why?”
“because,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “what if i say something stupid?”
euijoo blinked.
“nicholas.”
“what?”
“you say stupid things constantly.”
“…that doesn’t help.”
euijoo laughed quietly while shaking his head.
“seriously though, you’ve liked her for months. just do something about it.”
nicholas leaned back against the bench, staring toward the open courtyard again where you were now laughing at something taki had said.
immediately, his mood worsened.
there it was again. that stupid feeling.
jealousy.
it was annoying enough that he had developed feelings unexpectedly. it was even worse knowing he had absolutely no idea what to do about them. because unlike what most people assumed, nicholas was painfully aware of how badly this could go.
you were comfortable around him now. comfortable enough to tease him back, enough to seek him out after practice, and enough that he had somehow become one of the first people you naturally turned to.
if he confessed?
everything could change.
you could get awkward. then start avoiding him, reject him completely, and worst of all—
you could stop smiling at him like that.
“…you’re doing that thing again.”
nicholas groaned. “what thing.”
“the overthinking thing.”
he didn’t answer. because annoyingly enough, euijoo was right. which somehow brought him to that day, where some freshman boy had decided to confess to you after practice.
nicholas had noticed immediately.
from halfway down the hallway, he watched the entire thing unfold—the nervous shifting, the way your shoulders tensed almost instantly, the unmistakable panic written across your face the second the guy started talking.
and for some reason—
something inside him snapped.
before he could think properly, he had already stepped in. claimed you without hesitation, and told the guy you were taken.
the memory alone made him groan internally.
he still had no idea why that had been the first thing to leave his mouth.
all he knew was that watching someone else confess to you had triggered something ugly inside his chest, and suddenly the idea of standing there doing nothing had felt impossible.
which should have been concerning. very concerning.
worse?
you had smiled at him afterward, even thanked him. then somehow looked even cuter when you jokingly asked if he had gotten jealous.
he had denied it, obviously. badly, very badly. and apparently—
someone had witnessed the entire thing.
which explained why, by the next morning, almost the entire school had somehow decided the two of you were dating.
nicholas stared at the endless stream of messages flooding the group chat before slowly glancing toward you sitting a few desks away.
you looked confused. slightly embarrassed, and somehow unbelievably adorable.
for a moment, he considered correcting the rumor. he really did. but then you looked up, eyes met his across the classroom.
instinctively—
you smiled.
something inside his chest immediately tightened.
maybe euijoo had been right. because somewhere along the way, this had stopped being some harmless crush he could ignore.
he wasn’t pretending. had probably never been pretending and judging by the way his heart nearly jumped out of his chest every time you looked at him—
he really needed to tell you soon.
preferably before he lost his mind first.
unfortunately, soon turned out to be much harder than Nicholas expected.
because apparently, the universe had decided to make everything infinitely worse. or better. he honestly couldn’t tell anymore.
at first, nicholas assumed the whole thing would disappear by next week. high school students got bored quickly. someone else would do something embarrassing, another scandal would spread, and people would move on like always.
except nobody moved on.
the following days, classmates had already started glancing between the two of you every time you entered the room together. by lunch, taki had somehow found out. and by the end of the day, the basketball team group chat had become completely unusable.
taki: wait!? you two were dating this whole time???
yudai: i literally knew it.
yuma: called it three months ago.
nicholas stared blankly at his phone.
“…these kids.”
across the classroom, you looked equally horrified while scrolling through your own messages. and somehow—
you looked unbelievably cute when flustered.
this was becoming a serious problem.
a very serious problem.
“hey.” nicholas looked up immediately when you appeared beside his desk, still holding your phone tightly in one hand. your expression looked somewhere between embarrassed and mildly panicked. “we need to fix this.”
he blinked.
“fix what?”
you stared at him incredulously, “the dating rumors?”
“oh.”
for some reason, disappointment hit him embarrassingly fast.
you wanted to clear things up, obviously. why wouldn’t you?
“you know,” you continued while pulling out the chair beside him, lowering your voice slightly now that the classroom had mostly emptied, “half of the first-years already think i’m secretly dating the basketball captain.”
nicholas leaned back against his chair.
“sounds believable.”
you narrowed your eyes, “i’m serious.”
“i know.”
“no, like seriously, people keep asking me questions.”
“that sounds exhausting.”
you frowned. “…why do you sound weirdly calm about this?”
because the problem was that he didn’t hate it.
if anything, hearing people assume there was something between you had left him embarrassingly pleased all afternoon, which probably said something deeply concerning about his mental state. which probably said something concerning about his mental state.
“you don’t want to correct them?” you asked suspiciously.
nicholas froze.
the moment the question left your mouth, something inside him tightened immediately.
it should have been simple. one normal answer, one quick clarification, and everything would go back to how it had always been.
except suddenly, nicholas found himself not wanting that at all.
“…not really.”
you blinked. “…what?”
nicholas stared at the desk.
wonderful. he was already ruining this.
you laughed awkwardly, “okay, weird answer.”
“probably.”
silence settled between the two of you.
for some reason, suddenly breathing felt difficult. nicholas could hear his heartbeat now. way too loud, way too fast.
you were still staring at him, waiting. and for the first time, he realized something terrifying.
maybe euijoo had been wrong.
maybe the problem wasn’t fear of rejection, but how he had gotten too comfortable pretending he didn’t feel anything at all. pretending every jealous thought meant nothing. pretending he didn’t spend half his day unconsciously searching for you in crowded hallways.
and pretending that watching someone confess to you earlier hadn’t made something sharp twist unpleasantly inside his chest.
god, he was exhausted.
“you know what the worst part is?” he said suddenly. your eyebrows lifted slightly.
nicholas finally looked at you. which was a big mistake 'cause now your eyes were on him. and somehow, that only made everything worse.
he muttered, voice quieter now, “i wasn’t lying thar time.”
you stared at him blankly.
“when I told that guy you were taken.”
your expression shifted instantly.
nicholas exhaled sharply before running a hand through his hair again. he was really doing this.
no going back now.
“i know i should probably tell everyone the rumors aren’t true,” he admitted quietly, forcing himself to hold your gaze now despite how warm his face felt. “but at the same time…”
he laughed weakly.
“…i don’t actually want to.”
you still weren’t saying anything. which somehow made everything worse. so naturally—
nicholas kept talking.
because apparently panic made him incapable of shutting up.
“at first, I thought maybe I was just being weird about it,” he continued, words tumbling out faster now. he exhaled, “fine. maybe i noticed you more than everyone else. maybe i got annoyed whenever people kept talking to you. whatever. i figured it would pass eventually.”
you blinked.
“nicholas—”
“but It didn’t.” a pause. nicholas leaned back against the chair and stared at the ceiling. “…i like you.”
silence. very dangerous silence. the kind that immediately made regret settle in. he had definitely ruined everything.
“say something.”
you were still staring.
nicholas groaned, “please say something.”
then suddenly, you laughed. not mocking. not awkward. but the soft and warm laugh. which made it even more terrifying.
nicholas immediately turned toward you. “…why are you laughing?”
you shook your head slowly, smiling now in a way that made his entire brain short-circuit. “can I be honest?”
“no.”
“too late.” you leaned closer against the desk beside him. and somehow, nicholas stopped breathing entirely. “i was wondering how long this would take.”
he blinked. “…what?”
your smile widened slightly.
“i thought you’d figure it out sooner.”
his brain stopped functioning.
“wait.”
you looked suspiciously amused now. “nicholas.”
“wait.”
“i’m waiting.”
“…what do you mean sooner?”
you leaned back casually.
“i mean…” you paused deliberately. nicholas hated that expression. way too smug. “…i kind of like you too.”
nothing happened.
three whole seconds passed.
then—
nicholas stood so fast his chair nearly fell backward.
euijoo, who had apparently been eavesdropping from outside the classroom this entire time, immediately shouted—“finally!!!.”
nicholas spun toward the door, “you were listening!?”
“i had to! she asked me to make sure you're not running away!”
you were laughing now, actually laughing.
nicholas couldn’t stop staring. because right now, for the first time all day, his chest finally felt lighter.
you noticed immediately. then tilted your head slightly.
“so.”
nicholas blinked, “so?”
you smiled.
“…does this mean i can get a real confession now?”
nicholas stared at you for exactly two seconds. then smirked. some of his usual confidence finally returning.
“i think,” nicholas murmured, leaning slightly closer now, “after making me suffer this long…”
koga yudai (k) x reader | 1,345 words. | fluff, suggestive, slice of life, established relationship!au, werewolf!au
the routine used to be embarrassingly predictable.
wake up, brush his teeth, make breakfast, then head out for a morning run before the city became too crowded.
for years, yudai had followed that exact pattern without fail, moving through every morning with the kind of discipline people rarely expected from someone who spent most of his time acting playful and impossible to take seriously. despite appearances, he liked structure more than anyone realized. he liked knowing exactly how his day would begin before the rest of the world had the chance to interrupt it.
that was before you moved in.
because somewhere between sharing an apartment and becoming officially his, mornings gradually stopped revolving around routine.
now they revolved around you.
sunlight slipped lazily through the half-open curtains, painting soft golden streaks across the bed where you remained fast asleep beside him, while yudai stayed shamelessly awake with one arm tucked behind his head, quietly admiring you like he hadn’t spent nearly every morning doing exactly this.
honestly, he should have gone running almost thirty minutes ago.
instead, he found himself reaching toward you again.
his fingers brushed gently across your forehead before tracing down the bridge of your nose, gliding slowly along the curve of your cheek and settling near your jaw as though he was memorizing features he already knew by heart.
beneath the blanket, your entire body felt heavier than usual, every muscle sore in ways you didn’t even want to think about. unfortunately for you, that had everything to do with the smug wolf hybrid currently staring at you like he had done absolutely nothing wrong.
you squeezed your eyes shut tighter.
if you stayed still long enough, maybe he would assume you were still asleep.
“you know,” yudai murmured, voice low and rough with lingering sleep, “pretending doesn’t really work when i can hear your heartbeat.”
your eyes snapped open immediately.
“i hate your wolf senses.”
his grin widened instantly. “you say that now.”
you shot him the driest look possible before attempting to sit up.
bad idea.
the second your body protested, you froze halfway before slowly collapsing back onto the mattress, a quiet groan escaping despite yourself. beside you, yudai had the audacity to look amused.
you turned your head sharply.
“this is your fault.”
“is it?”
“don’t act innocent.”
he only laughed softly before leaning closer, burying his face against your neck while inhaling slowly like your scent alone was enough to satisfy him.
dating a wolf hybrid had taught you one thing very quickly.
they were unbelievably attached to scent.
at first, it started with small habits. stealing your hoodies because they smelled like you, insisting on sleeping on your side of the bed whenever you woke up first, randomly pressing his face against your shoulder whenever he missed you.
then eventually—
well.
you learned mating season apparently made everything significantly worse.
which explained why he had been impossibly clingy all night, and why every part of your body currently felt like filing a formal complaint.
“stop sniffing me,” you muttered weakly.
“can’t help it.”
“you absolutely can.”
“not really.”
you stared flatly at him. “you’re impossible.”
that earned another laugh before he shifted upward, resting his chin lazily against your shoulder while staring down at you with eyes far too affectionate for someone responsible for your inability to walk properly this morning.
for a moment, he stayed strangely quiet.
then—
“i love you.”
the sudden confession caught you off guard despite hearing those words from him more times than you could count.
you blinked slowly. “…where did that come from?”
he shrugged, but something softer lingered behind his usual expression.
“just thinking.”
“about?”
his fingers absentmindedly played with the blanket while his gaze shifted upward toward the ceiling.
“…whether i deserve this.”
you frowned immediately.
there were moments like this. rare ones, where his usual confidence slipped just enough for you to catch glimpses of what he kept hidden underneath.
because beneath all the teasing and shameless confidence, werewolf carried instincts far stronger than most people understood. possessiveness, attachment, and an overwhelming need to keep what belonged to them close enough to touch.
sometimes, it scared even him.
“sometimes i think i get too attached,” he admitted quietly. “like… ridiculously attached.”
you stayed silent.
he let out a weak laugh. “i leave for work and somehow spend the entire time thinking about whether you’ve eaten. whether you’re sleeping enough. whether some random guy looked at you too long on the subway.”
“…yudai.”
“and i know it sounds insane,” he continued, voice quieter now. “but sometimes i feel like i physically can’t stay away from you for too long.”
he paused.
“…what if one day you get tired of that?”
something inside your chest softened immediately.
slowly, you reached up, grabbed his cheek—
then bit down hard enough to make him yelp.
“ow— hey.”
“there.”
he stared at you.
you stared back.
“did that answer your question?”
for exactly three seconds, he said nothing.
then his eyes softened in that exact way that always made your stomach twist.
“god,” he muttered under his breath. “…you’re so cute.”
before you could react, he leaned forward and immediately began covering your face in kisses. forehead, cheeks, jawline, the corner of your lips—
completely relentless.
“yudai—”
“i love you.”
another kiss.
“seriously.”
another one.
“so much.”
“okay enough—”
“never.”
you shoved him backward with what little strength remained before forcing yourself upright despite every protesting muscle.
“i’m hungry.”
yudai blinked once.
“that’s romantic.”
“i haven’t eaten since yesterday because somebody refused to let me sleep.”
“worth it.”
without hesitation, you grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked him directly in the face.
he clutched his chest dramatically.
“you deserved it.”
you carefully pushed yourself off the bed and immediately regretted standing.
your knees nearly gave out.
before you could fall, warm arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind. yudai’s chest pressed against your back while his chin settled comfortably against your shoulder.
you could feel him smiling.
“…where are you going?”
“kitchen.”
“unnecessary.”
“i need food.”
“also unnecessary.”
you turned slightly. “did you hit your head?”
he only tightened his hold.
sometimes, moments like this reminded you just how instinct-driven wolf hybrids truly were. yudai genuinely acted as though being separated from you for five minutes might physically hurt him.
it was ridiculous. and somehow—
weirdly adorable.
“yudai.”
“hm?”
“let go.”
“no.”
“why?”
he nuzzled deeper against your neck, breathing you in without the slightest bit of shame.
“because i missed you.”
“…we’ve literally been together all night.”
“exactly.”
you couldn’t help laughing quietly.
sometimes you wondered whether his attachment came from instinct alone. sometimes you wondered if this was simply who yudai became whenever he loved someone. but either way, it made your chest feel annoyingly warm.
before you could continue arguing, he suddenly moved.
one second you were standing. the next, he had effortlessly lifted you into his arms.
you stared down at him immediately. “what are you doing?”
“offering a better suggestion.”
“which is?” his grin returned instantly. dangerously familiar, “we go back to bed.”
you narrowed your eyes.
“absolutely not.”
“i have the day off.”
“…that changes nothing.”
“i can order food.”
you hesitated. and he noticed immediately.
of course he did.
“see?” he smirked. “you’re considering it.”
“i’m considering breakfast.”
“same thing.”
“that is absolutely not the same thing.”
instead of answering, he turned and began walking back toward the bedroom while holding you securely against his chest. instinctively, your arms wrapped around his neck.
traitorous reflex.
“you’re unbelievable.”
“you love me.”
“unfortunately.”
he stopped beside the bed before looking down at you, amusement dancing across his face while morning light softened every sharp edge of his expression.
your face warmed instantly.
“…fine.”
“fine?”
you sighed dramatically before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him slightly closer.
“but before anything else…” you smiled sweetly. “feed me first.”
yudai stared at you for exactly two seconds. then slowly—
dangerously—
he smirked.
“well…” his eyes lowered meaningfully. “i was planning on having breakfast first.”
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I just realized you also the one wrote the Nicholas' "she's taken" post too?! You are single-handedly holding my Nicholas-biased heart in your hands right now 😭
Your characterization of him is exactly how I imagine him—sweet but intense, and so deeply loyal. Thank you for feeding me so well, I am officially your biggest fan!! ❤️
ahhh thank you so much, dear!! 😭 this seriously means the absolute world to me.
to be honest, i was working so hard to make sure his character felt different and distinct in both of these fics while still showing that he is 'nicholas'. so hearing that it resonated with you is the ultimate validation! 🥹
i'm so glad you enjoyed his protective side in both stories, and consider yourself officially welcomed to the club, haha! 😉🤗
Just saw your kitsune nicholas and I'm completely in love! The concept is so intriguing and your writing is gorgeous. Definitely re-read this later. Hope you're having a wonderful day, and thank you for writing such an amazing fanfic 🫶
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summary: euijoo comes home to his biggest nightmare: his 6 year old daughter wants a husband.
pairing: byun euijoo x reader
genres & tropes: dad! euijoo, established relationship, fluff!
word count: 1,258 (excluding summary)
author's thoughts: no one can run away from the justin bieber fever! I had this idea during bieberchella and decided to keep in a draft as I focused on writing The Sanctuary for Broken Hearts! So... um... it's kinda outdated?? But anyway this is so fun to write! So hopefully you'll have fun reading too!
“I’m home,”
“Appa!”
You smile as you watch your 6 year old daughter drop everything and run straight to Euijoo, excited that her father is home after spending 8 hours at the office. You put down the book you’re reading, and make your way to Euijoo – Euijoo, on the other hand, smiles brightly and quickly lifts your daughter up before spinning her through the air. Giggles instantly fill your house – both belong to Euijoo and your daughter.
“How was work?”
You ask while prying the bag off Euijoo’s shoulder as he carries your daughter in his arm.
“It was fine. Oh, I bought you flowers. Wait,”
Euijoo opened the front door and disappeared behind it with your daughter for a moment, making you tilt your head, wondering where he placed the flowers.
“Here,”
Euijoo hands you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, making your eyes widens and your lips instantly curl into a wide smile. He drops a kiss on your temple, before your daughter tugged on his tie, wanting his father’s attention.
“Appa, if I get married, will I get flowers like Mama too?”
Euijoo blinks his eyes repeatedly – married? Your daughter never mentioned marriage before, and despite the tons of happily ever after stories both of you told her, her response was: “One day I’ll be like Snow White too! Live in the castle with my prince!”.
“Appa will buy it for you, you don’t have to wait until you get… married,”
It feels hard – painfully bitter to be precise, for Euijoo to say the word married.
“I don’t want it from Appa! I want it from my husband!”
Euijoo’s eyes grow as wide as possible, and he turns to look at you in disbelief. Husband? Which kid in the kindergarten told her this? Was it her best friend Yumi, or was it a boy? Did he propose to her?
Honestly, looking at Euijoo’s reaction makes you want to laugh. Your husband has made it clear that your daughter will not be dating until the right age (there’s no clear number, it’s just when he deems it right) ever since she was 2 days old.
“Hu–husband?”
“Yes, appa! I want a husband! I want this person to be my husband!”
Your daughter squirms, wanting to be put down, causing Euijoo to crouch down and carefully let her go from his arms.
“Love, what happened? Why–No, what makes her talk about a husband? She’s 6! And– God, she skipped the boyfriend phase?”
“Well–”
“Appa! Come here! I want to show you!”
“She has a photo of him?!”
“Joo… you’re overreacting.”
“No, I’m underreacting.”
“Hubby, you’ll be alright.”
“I’m not alright! I just got home, and our daughter is saying that she wants flowers from her husband! Not from me! I just got rejected!”
Euijoo kneels on the floor, looking as dejected as ever, and you have to turn your head somewhere else to laugh, so that your husband won’t turn into a sad looking puppy.
“Appa!! Come here quick!!”
“I thought I have at least 20 years before hearing her saying the husband word,”
Euijoo heaves a deep sigh, and you bite your lower lips, trying to hold back your laugh. You kneeled on the floor too, approaching your husband and patting his back before helping him to get up.
“Appa!”
“Appa is coming,”
You reply, and drag Euijoo to the living room. Euijoo keeps sighing and shaking his head, heartbroken over his daughter wanting a husband this early. Luckily she’s 6, so it means that she won’t be having an actual husband soon because that would be illegal. But still.
“Appa! Here! Look at the TV!”
Great. He has to look at the boy’s face at the big ass TV now. You silently giggle while watching your husband, who reluctantly lifts his head up to look at the TV – his eyelids then flutters rapidly.
“Ju…Justin Bieber?”
“Yes! Justing Bieber!”
“Justin, princess,”
You gently corrected your daughter’s pronunciation.
“Justin!”
He heaved a relieved sigh, before he turned his head to you, wanting an explanation on how your daughter ended up falling in love– no, having a crush– no, wanting Justin Bieber to be her husband.
“She was sleeping, and I was doing some chores. I played Justin Bieber’s music video on the TV to listen while doing the chores… and then when I was done doing the laundry, I found her already… hooked.”
“No one can escape the Justin Bieber phase, huh?”
“Yes, and that includes your daughter,”
“And the husband part?”
“Well… she asks about us. Like, our relationship. I told her that we’re husband and wife, and it was… a long explanation. About love and etc,”
“LOVE?”
“Yes,”
“She’s too young for love talk,”
Euijoo buried his face on his palms while groaning – he can’t believe that his daughter just had a love talk session with you.
“And… she decides she’s in love with Justin and wants him to be her husband…”
Euijoo sighs before he looks at his daughter whose eyes are glued onto the Justin Bieber photo, with a wide smile on her lips.
“Well, at least it’s Justin Bieber.”
You bite your lower lips while patting Euijoo’s shoulder, and guide him to sit down on the couch. A familiar song begins to play on the TV – you spare a glance at your daughter, who just pressed the button to play the ‘Baby’ music video.
“It’s only Justin Bieber, right?”
Euijoo asks as he finds it weird that you keep biting your lower lips. You give him an awkward smile, causing Euijoo to furrow his eyebrows.
“I found a love letter in her bag…”
“Oh my god… Oh my– why are the kids– is it– I have no words. God,”
Euijoo dropped to the floor once again, this time, both of his knees and hands on the ground. He can’t believe that his nightmare is starting, especially when his daughter is just 6 years old.
You hung your head low as you giggled over your husband’s dramatic reaction. Your husband has always been the calm one, so when he loses his composure over things like this, you think it’s very funny.
“Would you like–”
“No. Let’s not talk about it. Our daughter is 6. She’s not legal to be married. She’s not having a husband. She’s definitely not going to be in love. She doesn’t know the difference between love, crush and like! Whose kid gave her the love letter? I’m going to have a man to man talk with that kid tomorrow,”
Euijoo plopped down on the floor while saying that – it’s like he had lost all the hope in the world.
“Hubby, it’s… kids. They aren’t serious… like you said, they don’t know the difference…”
“When I was a kid, all I thought about was to play outside. Not to find love,”
“Oh. That’s… different from me.”
Euijoo fixes his eyes on you as he gets up – his curiosity fuels him to stand up again.
“What’s so different, love?”
“I had… my first kiss when I was 6.”
Euijoo shuts his eyes tightly – a pained expression written all over his face, before he rubs his temple as he can feel an incoming headache from all the shocking and devastating news he’s receiving today.
“Yeah. It’s official. Today is the worst day of my life. My daughter is in love, and has a secret admirer, and my wife had her first kiss when she was 6. Oh my god, OH MY GOD, THERE'S A POSSIBILITY THAT THAT BOY KISSED HER TOO. OH MY GOD,”
additional notes: spoiling everyone with double updates over this weekend after a long wait! and as always, thank you for reading until the end <3
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for as long as you can remember, an unnatural streak of severe bad luck has plagued your entire existence like a deliberate curse. However, your chaotic reality takes an unexpected turn when your path crosses with an injured fox whose fate becomes deeply intertwined with your own.
wang yixiang (nicholas) x reader | 3,628 words. | fluff, fantasy, kitsune!au, onmyoji!au | cw. possessive behavior, mention of blood, injury descriptions.
bad luck had followed you for as long as you could remember.
not the kind where you missed trains by mere seconds, or accidentally dropped your phone face-first onto concrete.
no, yours was the sort that felt deliberate. as though something unseen had taken personal offense to your existence and decided, with cruel amusement, that your life would become an endless sequence of disasters.
cups shattered the moment your fingers brushed against them. door hinges snapped loose whenever you stepped through. you even had once nearly drowned after the bridge beneath your feet gave way without warning.
your family had dismissed it as unfortunate coincidence at first. until strange things began happening.
mirrors clouded with strange symbols overnight. paper talismans burned to ash whenever placed near your skin. small wounds lingered for weeks no matter how carefully treated. and sometimes, when the house fell silent enough, you could hear breathing beside your bed.
that had been when your grandmother finally stopped pretending everything was normal.
you had been cursed.
according to her, during a purification ritual many years ago, your infant self had unknowingly drawn the attention of a wandering jashin. whether amused or insulted, nobody knew. but it had marked you.
magatsu-unmei, she called it.
a curse that slowly bent probability itself against you until eventually fate would decide you had suffered enough. you were not expected to live long.
naturally, you had taken this news terribly.
your grandmother, however, remained annoyingly calm.
“there are only two solutions.” you sat up immediately. “first, retrieve the fox soul relic buried alongside the minamoto clan patriarch tomorrow morning.”
you stared blankly.
“…isn't that a grave robbery?”
“i would like to call it spiritual retrieval.”
“that is literally grave robbery with prettier wording.”
she ignored you entirely.
“second…” for the first time, her expression grew strangely serious.
without saying anything further, your grandmother stood and crossed toward one of the old cabinets lining the far wall. after a moment of rummaging through faded scrolls and weathered books, she returned holding a folded piece of parchment.
carefully, she placed it in front of you.
your eyes lowered immediately.
drawn across the brittle paper were narrow mountain trails winding deep into a stretch of forest far beyond the outskirts of the city. near the very center, marked in faded ink barely visible with age, sat the outline of what looked like an ancient shrine.
“…what is this?”
your grandmother slowly returned to her seat.
“long ago, before modern cities swallowed the old lands, there were places where the boundary between our world and theirs remained… thinner.”
a small crease formed between your brows. “theirs?”
she folded her hands neatly atop the table.
“spirits. yokai. forgotten gods.” the candle beside you flickered strangely. your grandmother’s gaze lowered briefly toward the old map. “that shrine is one such place.”
silence settled heavily between you.
outside, wind tapped softly against the windows.
“…and what exactly am i supposed to do there?” you asked carefully.
her eyes slowly lifted toward yours. “pray.”
you blinked. “…pray?”
“sincerely.”
"grandma…” her expression remained frustratingly calm.
“there are old rumors surrounding that mountain.” she leaned back slightly. “it is said powerful beings still wander there… ancient creatures who have long abandoned human affairs.”
your stomach twisted faintly. you already disliked where this was going.
“if one of them finds your plea worthy…” her voice softened, “they may choose to help you.”
you stared at her for several long moments.
“…so your brilliant solution to my impending death is sending me alone into the mountains…”
“correct.”
“…to beg unknown supernatural entities not to let me die young.”
she smiled pleasantly. “exactly.”
you slowly rubbed both hands over your face.
“you know…” your voice came out muffled against your palms. “sometimes i genuinely wonder if you enjoy watching me suffer.”
your grandmother reached for her teacup.
“well.” she took a calm sip. “the dead noble will still be available if this fails.”
you lowered your hands immediately.
“…you’re still weirdly enthusiastic about grave robbing.”
“spiritual retrieval.”
“that is not better.”
***
the journey took far longer than expected.
the deeper you climbed, the quieter the world became. soon, even the sounds of the city had vanished completely, replaced only by the restless whisper of wind moving through towering cedar branches overhead.
something about the mountain felt… wrongly heavy. the deeper you ventured, the more it felt as though unseen eyes followed each step you took. you tightened your coat instinctively.
places touched by deity or yokai were never truly empty. though they rarely show themselves to human, they always observe and listened. the thought did little to settle your nerves, especially once the sky suddenly darkened overhead.
you barely had time to look up before freezing rain began crashing violently through the trees.
“you have got to be kidding me…”
wind tore mercilessly against your body. the narrow mountain path had quickly turned slick beneath your feet, forcing you to grip nearby branches for balance as you struggled forward.
through the heavy rainfall, you finally saw it.
nestled deep within the forest stood an old shrine. weathered wood, cracked stone lantern, and ancient unrecognizeable statues nearly swallowed by creeping vines.
relief hit you instantly.
stumbling forward, you hurried beneath the shelter of the shrine roof before collapsing to your knees. for several long moments, you simply focused on breathing. then slowly, you looked toward the old offering box standing before the shrine doors.
right. that was why you were here.
awkwardly pushing damp hair away from your face, you moved closer before kneeling properly. you weren’t exactly sure how one prayed to unknown supernatural beings. still…
you pressed your hands together.
“…i know this probably sounds ridiculous.” your voice came out embarrassingly small against the sound of rain. “and i don’t even know if anyone can hear me…”
the storm intensified, amking the branches groaned somewhere above.
you swallowed.
“…but if there really is someone here…” your fingers tightened together. “…please.”
your chest ached strangely. you hadn’t realized just how terrified you’d been until now.
“…i don’t want to die.”
for several long moments, nothing happened.
the rain continued falling steadily against the shrine roof overhead. wind whispered softly through the surrounding cedar trees. but otherwise—
silence. complete silence.
you remained kneeling there for another minute. then two, hands still pressed together. waiting, hoping, and begging for something.
anything.
a sign, a voice, some kind of acknowledgment that your desperate midnight pilgrimage had not been completely pointless.
but nothing came.
eventually, your shoulders slowly slumped as you let out a weak laugh, “right.”
what exactly had you expected? some ancient spirit descending from the heavens to save you?
'stupid.' you silently let out a weak breath.
carefully pushing yourself upright, you brushed damp leaves from your clothes before glancing once more toward the shrine standing quietly beneath the storm.
“…i guess i’ll come back tomorrow.”
the words were little more than a tired murmur.
turning away, you began carefully making your way back down the narrow mountain path. rainwater made every step treacherous beneath your shoes. branches brushed wetly against your shoulders as darkness stretched heavily between the trees.
your grandmother would probably insist you return tomorrow. or the day after that. or every day until something happened.
the thought alone exhausted you.
then—
something caught your eye.
you froze immediately.
several feet away, partially hidden beneath the undergrowth near the base of a large cedar tree. something white shifted weakly.
at first, you thought it was just a strange patch of snow somehow left untouched by the rain. but then it moved again.
hesitantly, you stepped closer, and immediately stopped.
a fox. large one. far too large, actually. its body lay awkwardly twisted against exposed tree roots, thick white fur soaked through with rainwater and stained dark crimson in several places.
your stomach dropped.
deep gashes ran violently across its side, blood still slowly dripping into the mud beneath it. it wasn’t moving much, barely breathing. for one terrible second, you thought it might already be dead.
then its chest rose. shallow and weak, showing the sign that it still alive.
you knew better, you had been taught since childhood that pity was dangerous when dealing with the supernatural. creatures near sacred places were rarely what they appeared to be.
if this was a spirit wearing borrowed skin, touching it could mean inviting something into your life that could never be sent away.
you should leave. right now. pretend you never saw it, and keep walking.
yet, your gaze remained fixed on the blood matted thickly against impossibly soft white fur. the poor thing looked like it had been attacked by something vicious.
its body twitched weakly with another shallow breath.
your fingers curled tightly at your sides. then muttered beneath your breath— “…damn it.”
carefully kneeling down beside it, you slowly reached forward. for several tense seconds, nothing happened.
then your hands slid carefully beneath its body.
warm. far warmer than any animal standing half-dead in freezing rain had any right to be and heavier too.
far heavier than expected.
you frowned faintly. “…what exactly have you been eating?”
the moment you lifted him, golden eyes suddenly snapped open directly at you. your breath caught instantly.
those eyes… something about them felt deeply unnatural. far too aware and intelligent for eyes of an animal. watching you with something far too deliberate for a creature barely clinging to consciousness.
for one horrible second, you genuinely thought it might lunge for your throat. instead, its eyes fluttered weakly.
the tension vanished, and moments later, its body sagged completely against your chest. unconscious once again.
you stared.
rainwater slid steadily down your face.
“…well.” adjusting his weight awkwardly against your arms, you exhaled slowly. “…there goes tomorrow’s shrine visit.”
***
you hadn’t planned on hiding a suspiciously enormous fox, or what you hoped was not a fox spirit, inside your bedroom. yet somehow, that had become your life.
thankfully, your family had been away most days handling work at one of the branch shrines outside town, leaving you enough privacy to avoid uncomfortable questions.
at first, you only meant to help until the creature recovered enough to move on its own. cleaning wounds, changing soaked bandages, and carefully spooning water near his mouth whenever fever overtook him.
you fully expected him to either die or disappear overnight. instead, he stayed and somehow began healing far too quickly.
wounds that should have taken weeks began closing within days. deep gashes vanished unnaturally fast beneath thick white fur——that should have frightened you, but surprisingly it didn’t.
what frightened you were the strange things you slowly began noticing afterward.
like sometimes, late at night, you sure his fur shimmered strangely silver beneath candlelight. or on the other times, you could have sworn he looked bigger than before. not much, just enough to make your stomach twist uncertainly.
occasionally, when you're half asleep, you found yourself blinking at what looked suspiciously like more than one tail curling lazily against your blankets. but every time you looked properly, there was only one.
still, despite everything, you had grown attached.
dangerously attached.
he followed you everywhere now. padding quietly behind you through the house like he had lived there forever.
whenever you sat studying purification scrolls, he rested beside you. whenever you slept, he curled insistently against your side. and whenever the curse flared badly enough to leave your body trembling in pain, he always came with warm fur pressing firmly against your stomach until the pain slowly disappeared.
somewhere along the way you had started calling him xixi.
for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, he always seemed strangely pleased whenever you did.
more concerningly, taking care of him made you had completely forgotten about returning to the shrine.
days blurred together. one became three, three became seven, then suddenly weeks had passed. and now, his wounds had almost completely healed. which meant the inevitable had arrived.
you couldn’t keep him here forever.
“i think…”
your fingers moved slowly through thick white fur where xixi rested comfortably against your lap.
outside, evening wind stirred softly against the paper windows, carrying with it the quiet rustling of leaves somewhere beyond your room.
“…you’re probably strong enough to leave now.”
instantly, his body went still. golden eyes slowly opened, watching you far too intently.
you forced a small smile, though something painful had already begun tightening inside your chest.
“your wounds are gone.” your fingers paused briefly against impossibly soft fur. “you don’t need me fussing over you anymore.”
“…so i guess this is goodbye.”
for some reason, the room suddenly felt far colder. you stared quietly at the white ears twitching faintly beneath your touch.
“…i’m really going to miss you.” the confession came softer than expected. almost fragile.
you let out a quiet breath.
“these past few weeks…” your lips curled faintly. “i think i forgot what it felt like to be scared all the time.”
his eyes remained fixed on you. unmoving. listening as you continued.
“…before you showed up…” your fingers trembled slightly. “…every day felt like i was waiting for something terrible to happen.”
another breath. unsteady.
“…but somehow, things stopped feeling so heavy.” for several moments, you said nothing. simply running your fingers through his fur one last time. then quietly, almost to yourself, you whispered, “…which is exactly why you need to go.”
the fox froze completely.
you looked away.unable to meet those strangely human eyes.
“…staying with someone like me…” your voice cracked slightly. “…won’t bring you anything good.”
outside, wind rattled sharply against the wooden frame of the house.
you forced yourself to continue.
"everything around me eventually gets dragged down with me.” your eyes stung unexpectedly.
'i need to go back to that shrine.' you stared toward the moonlight spilling faintly through the paper windows. 'it can't wait any longer.'
“guess i got distracted, huh?” you laughed softly, bitterly.
still, he hadn’t moved. you lowered your gaze again.
“anyway, thank you, xixi.” your smile trembled. “thank you for making me forget how miserable i am for a little while.”
the moment the words left your mouth, everything changed.
light erupted around you. violent and blinding. the force sent you crashing backward against the futon with a startled gasp. your vision spun violently as the golden light swallowing the entire room whole. and when it finally faded—
your heart stopped.
someone stood before you. tall, inhumanly beautiful, with long silver hair spilled freely over broad shoulders like liquid moonlight. nine magnificent tails swayed slowly behind him, filling nearly the entire room with shimmering white light. his golden eyes burned like living fire.
you couldn’t breathe. “xixi…?”
something unreadable crossed his expression. disbelief, then something far quieter.
something almost wounded as though hearing those words from you had unsettled him more deeply than he cared to admit.
slowly, he stepped forward. then another until your back pressed helplessly against the futon. one clawed hand planted firmly beside your head, trapping you beneath him.
“someone like you?” his voice was low, dangerously quiet. the kind of quiet that made your entire body freeze.
golden eyes narrowed sharply. “…is that truly how you see yourself?”
your pulse thundered violently. you opened your mouth—
nothing came out.
his gaze darkened.
“…you spend weeks nursing a wounded creature you know nothing about.” another step closer. warm breath ghosted across trembling lips. “you hide me inside your home despite knowing full well what i might be.”
one tail curled slowly around your waist. tightening. possessive.
“you suffer beneath a curse powerful enough to kill you…”
his expression shifted then. anger softening into something infinitely more dangerous. something unbearably tender.
“and yet your greatest concern…”
his fingers brushed softly against your cheek. far gentler than claws should allow.
“…is whether misfortune might reach me.”
your breath caught.
his gaze changed.
something vulnerable flickered there now. barely visible but unmistakable——affection. the sort of look someone wore only after losing a battle against emotions they had not meant to feel.
“do you know…” his voice had grown quieter now. almost reverent. “…how long it has been…”
his thumb traced slowly against your skin.
“…since anyone has looked at me with kindness rather than fear?”
you stared up at him helplessly. unable to think. unable to breathe.
slowly, he reached for your hand, lifting it carefully. his golden eyes never left yours.
“humans beg gods and spirits for blessings.” another tail wrapped slowly around your thigh. “wealth.”
his lips brushed softly against your knuckles. warm and dangerously intimate.
“…power.”
another kiss. higher this time.
the inside of your wrist.
your pulse jumped violently beneath his mouth.
“long life.”
heat spread instantly through your skin.
golden light began curling slowly around your arm.
your eyes widened. “xixi—”
“yixiang.” his voice rumbled softly against your wrist. he lifted his head, watching you. something almost amused flickering briefly through ancient golden eyes. “my name is yixiang.”
before you could react, he turned your hand over then pressed one final kiss directly against the center of your palm.
instantly, the world exploded in light. heat surged violently through your entire body as a crimson markings spiraled upward beneath your skin, winding around your arm before disappearing somewhere deep inside your chest.
you gasped sharply.
when the light vanished, he slowly looked up and smiled. completely unlike the teasing creature you had grown used to.
“there.”
your chest rose sharply.
“…what…” your voice shook violently. “…what did you just do?”
his forehead lowered slowly against yours. nine tails wrapped around you both like living silk. keeping you close, warm, and safe.
his eyes softened, glowing gently now.
“I rewrote your fate.”
you stared at him speechlessly.
his fingers slowly intertwined with yours, warmth spreading where your skin touched.
“…your curse no longer answers to whatever marked you.”
your pulse thundered violently. “…why?”
for several moments, he simply watched you. something strangely vulnerable flickered behind those ancient golden eyes.
when he finally spoke, his voice had softened into something dangerously intimate.
“because i watched you stand before a shrine begging for salvation,” his thumb traced slowly across your knuckles. “only to forget your own suffering the moment you found me.”
your breath caught.
he leaned closer. close enough now that your foreheads brushed lightly together.
“…you were afraid of me.” one tail tightened gently around your waist. “you knew i was not ordinary fox.”
another breath.
warm against your skin.
“and still…” his fingers tilted your chin upward., forcing your eyes to meet his. “you carried me home.”
outside, the evening wind whispered softly against the paper windows.
his eyes searched yours quietly. carefully. as though trying to understand something he himself had not expected. then, he smiled, dangerously tender.
“do you understand how foolish you are?”
your breath hitched.
his nose brushed softly against yours. another tail curled lazily around your thigh. keeping you there and close.
“you gave shelter to a creature you did not understand.”
his fingers tightened around yours.
“you offered warmth.”
his golden eyes darkened. something ancient shifting beneath them. something possessive.
“…and somewhere along the way," a pause. “i became unwilling to let this world take you from me.”
your chest tightened painfully.
his lips brushed softly against the corner of your mouth. not quite a kiss, but something gentler yet far more dangerous. a promise.
“from this moment onward...” his voice dropped lower. “your fate no longer belongs to the heavens.”
his tails tightened around you both. warm and protective.
“…it belongs to me.”
a/n. a sudden inspiration just came to me because of a post in my dashboard, and i thought, why not? it probably will be a cute short drabble. yeah, except it got carried away and ta-da! what just happened?
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