#GOODBYE MY HEART AND SOUL AHHHHHHHHH

[killuaisaprincess]

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[virgoilluminati]

Hello, I just wanted to say that I love love love your page and I love how you write. It is so beautiful and deep. Belongings has me on the edge of my seat and I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Can I get a Harry Styles one shot with the prompt 23-25. I had in my head like him maybe helping the reader to stay up and look after their children because he’s always away on tour and he feels guilty he always has to miss out on their milestones. Idk I thought it would be so sweet 🥹🥹🥹❣️

Sweet Cocoa

A/N: so my original plan was to do all 3 of those prompts but then I realise I was going overboard and I much rather this fic with just prompt 23. I love this fic it’s so cute and fluffy and ahhhhhhhhh I love these imaginary children ❣️

Requests: Yes - Prompt 23 “How about something warm? It will help you sleep.”

Word Count: 2.1K

Prompt list here

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The stage lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted in thunderous applause as Harry finished his concert, pouring his heart and soul into every note. With a smile on his face, he waved goodbye to his adoring fans and walked backstage, feeling a mix of elation and exhaustion. He couldn’t wait to see his wife, Y/N, and their two young children, Abel and Elliot.

Elliot, their eldest son, had Harry’s unmistakable resemblance, with his tousled brunette curls and adorable freckles that adorned his face. At four years old, he had been fortunate to experience the early years of his life with both Harry and Y/N always by his side. They treasured every moment, cherishing the precious memories they had created together.

Abel, on the other hand, arrived during a whirlwind phase in Harry’s life. She was born amidst the chaos of album creation, touring, and even Harry’s foray into the world of movies. Harry couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for missing out on most of Abel’s life and the significant milestones that shaped her early years.

For example: whilst Harry had been there to witness Elliot’s first steps, he couldn’t be there for Abel’s.

The magical spirit of Christmas filled the air as the family gathered in their cozy living room. Twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree, casting a warm glow on the scene. Harry, Y/N, Abel, and Elliot were surrounded by their loved ones, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Amidst the festive cheer, Elliot, with his bright eyes and contagious smile, stood in the middle of the room, wobbling on his tiny feet. The excitement was palpable as Harry, holding Y/N’s hand, watched their eldest son prepare to take his first steps. It was a moment Harry had eagerly anticipated.

With a burst of courage, Elliot took a few unsteady steps, his little hands reaching out for support. The room erupted in cheers and applause, celebrating this monumental achievement. Harry’s heart swelled with pride and joy as he quickly moved closer to his son, his eyes shining with love.

“Elliot, you did it!” Harry exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. He knelt down, his arms outstretched, waiting to catch Elliot in his embrace. And just as his little boy stumbled forward, Harry scooped him up, spinning him around in a joyous dance.

Elliot’s laughter filled the room, a symphony of pure happiness that resonated in Harry’s heart. In that moment, surrounded by their loved ones, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his growing family.

However, halfway across the world, while Harry was immersed in filming his new movie, “Don’t Worry Darling,” he received an unexpected FaceTime call. With a mix of excitement and apprehension, he answered the call, only to find Y/N holding her phone and pointing it towards Abel, who was standing unsteadily on her own two feet.

Harry’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat as he witnessed Abel taking her first steps. Even though he was physically distant, the surge of emotions he felt mirrored the exhilaration of that Christmas day when Elliot took his first steps.

“Abel, my love, you’re doing it!” Harry exclaimed, his voice laced with awe and pride. Despite the distance, his eyes never left his daughter as she wobbled and toddled, finding her balance with determination. He couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet pang, wishing he could be there in person to witness this milestone.

Y/N smiled warmly, her own eyes filled with a mixture of joy and understanding. “She’s been practicing so much, Harry. We wanted to share this moment with you.”

Harry’s heart swelled with love and gratitude for Y/N’s thoughtfulness. He blew a kiss through the screen, sending his love and pride to his little girl. “I’m so proud of you, Abel. Daddy loves you so much.”

As Harry closed the FaceTime call, he couldn’t help but reflect on the parallels of these two precious moments. Both Elliot and Abel had taken their first steps, marking a significant milestone in their lives. While he had missed Abel’s steps in person, he was grateful for technology that bridged the physical distance, allowing him to be present in some way.

Opening the door, Harry was greeted by the sight of Abel and Elliot, their eyes shining with excitement. They rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Daddy, you were amazing!” Abel exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.

Harry chuckled, feeling the warmth of their love surround him. “Thank you, my little stars. But now it’s time for me to be your superhero and help Mommy, okay?”

Abel and Elliot nodded eagerly, their faces beaming with enthusiasm. They understood that Daddy was tired, but they also knew he was always there for them when they needed him the most.

As Harry stepped into the living room, he found Y/N sitting on the couch, a tired smile on her face. Her baby bump was prominent, a beautiful testament to the growing life inside her. Harry’s heart swelled with love and appreciation for the incredible woman he had married.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, making his way over to Y/N. “I’m here now, and I’m ready to help.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with gratitude, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “You don’t have to, Harry. You’ve had a long day.”

He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch filled with tenderness. “Nothing matters more to me than you and our children. I want to be here for you, every step of the way.”

A mixture of relief and adoration washed over Y/N’s face as she realized the depth of Harry’s commitment. “Thank you, Harry. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Together, they devised a plan to pamper Y/N and alleviate any worries or guilt she had been carrying. Harry fetched a cozy blanket and helped her settle on the couch, making sure she was comfortable. Abel and Elliot scurried around, eager to assist their parents.

Elliot ran to the kitchen, returning with a tray of Y/N’s favorite snacks and a glass of water. Abel picked up her toy toolbox and declared himself “Daddy’s little helper,” ready to take on any task assigned to her.

As Y/N reclined on the couch, Harry sat beside her, his hand resting on her belly. The little kicks and flutters beneath his touch reminded him of the new life they were about to welcome into their family. He felt a renewed sense of purpose, vowing to be present for every milestone and precious moment.

Together, they watched a movie, their laughter mingling with the soothing sounds of the television. Abel and Elliot snuggled close to their parents, their eyes growing heavy with sleep.

As the movie came to an end, Y/N leaned her head against Harry’s shoulder, a peaceful smile gracing her lips. “Thank you for tonight, Harry. This means the world to me.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice filled with sincerity. “I love you, Y/N. And I’m sorry for the moments I’ve missed. From now on, I’ll make every effort to be there, for you and our children.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with love and forgiveness. “You’re already an amazing father, Harry. We’re a team, and we’ll navigate this journey together.”

In the dimly lit room, surrounded by the warmth of their love, Harry and Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, their bond was unbreakable.

As the two children lay nestled on y/n, Harry’s gaze wandered over to Elliot, peacefully asleep. With a tender smile, he turned his attention back to y/n, a silent understanding passing between them. It was time to reminisce on Elliot’s birth, a story they held dear.

“I can’t believe how much Elliot has grown,” Harry whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/n nodded, her eyes shining with affection. “He’s become such an amazing young person, Harry. It feels like just yesterday.”

Harry reached out, gently clasping y/n’s hand. “I remember that fateful day vividly, my love. It started with our car breaking down, right in the midst of your contractions.”

A wistful smile graced y/n’s lips. “Talk about timing, right? I wasn’t about to let a broken-down car stop us, though. I remember hopping on that bus, holding onto you tightly as the contractions came in waves.”

Harry chuckled softly, recalling the bus ride. “You were so strong, y/n. Despite the discomfort, you never lost your focus or determination. I was in awe of you.”

Y/n squeezed Harry’s hand, gratitude shining in her eyes. “And you, Harry, you were my rock. Your unwavering support gave me the strength to keep going. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

They fell into a moment of silence, their memories intertwining. The warmth of the room seemed to envelop them, creating a cocoon of love and nostalgia.

Finally, Harry spoke, his voice filled with tenderness. “Once we arrived at the hospital, everything felt like a blur. The nurses and doctors were incredible, guiding us through every step of the way.”

Harry’s voice lowered, his words carrying a hint of awe. “And then, in the midst of it all, Elliot arrived. The room filled with overwhelming joy as we held our precious baby for the first time.”

Y/n’s eyes glistened with tears of happiness. “That moment is forever etched in my heart. Seeing Elliot’s tiny face and feeling that indescribable love—it was pure magic.”

Their hands remained intertwined, their hearts connected by the profound bond they shared. In the quietude of the room, Harry and y/n found solace in their memories, grateful for the journey they had embarked upon as parents.

Harry’s gaze shifted to Abel, their youngest, her delicate form a reminder of the challenges they had faced during her birth. A mixture of concern and remorse washed over him as he thought back to that difficult time, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

“Abel’s birth… It still weighs heavily on my heart,” Harry murmured, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and sadness.

Y/n’s hand gently reached out to touch Harry’s, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. “Harry, you mustn’t blame yourself. We couldn’t have predicted what would happen. It wasn’t your fault that you weren’t there.”

Harry’s brow furrowed, his guilt evident. “But I should have been there, y/n. I should have been by your side, supporting you through it all. I beat myself up over it, even though I know it wasn’t within my control.”

Y/n’s voice softened as she squeezed his hand, her eyes brimming with understanding. “Harry, listen to me. We faced unforeseen circumstances, and it was a difficult and frightening time. Truth be told, even I struggle to recall much due to the medication I was on.”

A mixture of relief and sorrow flashed across Harry’s face. “I remember how scared I was to see you in so much pain, y/n. And yet, I didn’t want to miss a single moment. I wanted to be there for you.”

Y/n’s gaze met Harry’s, filled with compassion. “You were there in spirit, Harry, even if you couldn’t physically be present. And when we were finally allowed visitors, we both knew Abel was a fighter. She was so tiny, so fragile, but she had a strength that amazed us all.”

Harry’s eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and adoration. “Our special Abel. She proved time and again how resilient she is. She overcame those early struggles and grew into this incredible little person.”

“I love our family.” Y/N states as she admires all three of her children, including her bump. Y/n’s words filled the room with a tender warmth, echoing the depth of her love for their family. Harry’s heart swelled with gratitude and affection as he looked at their children and then at the bump that held their future.

“I love our family too, y/n,” Harry replied, his voice filled with sincerity. He gently placed his hand on her stomach, feeling the gentle kicks from within. “And I’m so grateful for these precious little ones, including the one growing here.”

Y/n’s eyes shimmered with a mixture of love and understanding. “They adore you, Harry. Even in their own unique ways, they feel your love and presence. You are their father, and your love shines through in everything you do.”

A soft smile touched Harry’s lips as he absorbed her words. He knew he couldn’t erase the guilt he carried for not being present during Abel’s birth, but he also realized that forgiveness and acceptance were vital for their family’s growth.

As the comfortable silence enveloped the room, a slight shiver ran through Abel, stirring her from her peaceful slumber. Y/n, ever the attentive mother, moved to pick her up and carry her to her bed, wanting to ensure her comfort.

However, Harry’s protective instinct kicked in, and he gently interjected, “I’ll take care of Abel, love. You’ve been holding her for a while. Let me handle this one.”

Y/n paused, her eyes meeting Harry’s, filled with gratitude for his willingness to step in. She nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Thank you, Harry. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

With careful precision, Harry cradled Abel in his arms, feeling the warmth of her small body against his chest. He held her close, gently whispering words of comfort as he made his way to her bed.

As Harry tucked Abel in and adjusted the blankets around her, he couldn’t help but marvel at her peaceful expression. His heart swelled with love as he watched her, silently vowing to always be there for her and their entire family.

Y/n stood by, observing the tender moment between father and daughter. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for Harry, appreciating his dedication and the deep bond he shared with their children.

In that gentle exchange, a silent understanding passed between y/n and Harry. They were a team, supporting and nurturing each other and their children through the ups and downs of parenthood. Their actions spoke volumes, reinforcing the unbreakable connection that bound them as a family.

As Abel settled into her bed, her breathing steadied, and a contented sigh escaped her lips. Harry stood by, his hand lingering on her forehead, before turning to y/n with a soft smile.

“Our little warrior is back to dreamland,” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. As Abel whispered her plea for warmth, her small frame curled against Harry’s back, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her adorable request. His heart melted at the sight of her, and he nodded, understanding her need for comfort.

“How about something warm, it will help you sleep?” Harry suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Abel’s face lit up with anticipation, her playful nature shining through. “Hot cocoa?” she asked, her voice filled with cheekiness, fully aware that sweet cocoa on a weekday was a rare indulgence.

Harry smiled warmly, knowing how much she enjoyed the occasional treat. He nodded, feigning seriousness. “I think we can make an exception tonight. Hot cocoa it is.”

Carefully, Harry settled Abel back onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable. He draped a soft blanket over her small body, tucking her in snugly. Then, with gentle strides, he made his way to the kitchen to prepare their special bedtime treat.

The aroma of cocoa filled the air as Harry carefully prepared the warm drink, stirring in the chocolate powder and adding just the right amount of sweetness. He poured the steaming liquid into a cup, watching the swirls of rich chocolate with a sense of satisfaction.

Returning to Abel’s room, Harry found her still nestled in bed, her eyes drooping with fatigue. He settled himself beside her, his free arm cradling the cup of cocoa.

“Here you go, my little one,” Harry whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. “Enjoy your hot cocoa. It’ll warm you up and help you drift off to dreamland.”

Abel’s eyes sparkled with delight as she took the cup in her small hands, blowing gently to cool it down. She took a cautious sip, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “Mmm, thank you, Daddy.”

Harry smiled, his heart full. He leaned back against the pillows, carefully cradling Abel against his chest as she settled in, the warmth of the cocoa and their shared embrace lulling her back to sleep.

In that quiet moment, Harry’s heart swelled with love and gratitude. He treasured these precious moments with Abel, cherishing the bond they shared. As he watched her, cocooned in warmth and love, he knew that being a father meant embracing both the role of caregiver and occasional indulgent treat-giver.

[moonlit-stay]

(5-STAR ☆☆☆☆☆ Edition)

This is me writing out my thoughts of each song as I'm listening to them.

Feel free to ignore this😂

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Hall of Fame thoughts:

OH SHIT

THIS IS SUCH A NEW SOUND FOR THEM I AM OBSESSED

OH MY GOD

HOLY FUCKING SHIT DIDE WHATBTJE FUCK

NO BRO I AM FUCKING OBSESED YOU DODNY UNSESTNS

BITCH???? DID HE JUST SAY BITCH????

LIX'S VOICE IS PERFECTB FPR THIS I AM LOSINF IT

THE VOCALS??????? FUCKIMGBJELLO??????

S-Class thoughts:

THIS SONG HAS FUCKINGB EVEYTHING

THIS MUSIC VIDEO IS THEIR BEST ONE TO DATE SHIT THE FUCK UP

I AM OBSESEDDJ CBRK TKJWHDJSKEJ

I CANNOT BELIEVE I CAN LISTEN TO THIS FULL SONG INSTEAD OF JUST THE TEASERS

THIS FUCKING SONG HAS EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING I TELL YOU

LIX'S VOICE FOR THIS PART KILLS ME OH MY GODDDDDDD

INNIE'S VOCALS YESSSSSSSSSS

THEY WAY THEY PASS THIS RAP VERSE AROUND HAS ME ON MY KNEES ITS SO HOT BRO WHAT THE FUCK

ITEM thoughts:

I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS SONG YOU DINT GET IT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK ME BROOOOOOOOOOO

OH MY GOD THE VOCALS GUCK ME HOLY SHIT

OH MY DUCKING GOD RKEHRHEJDJFJKE

HAN JISUNG JAHDHDJKWJDKFJEHEHDJDJSJDGHDJEND

SEO CHANGBIN WJFHJEJDJDJDJEJDJ

LEE FELIX WJAT THE FUCKKKKJDJEHSHDHSUSJEJRJ

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THESE VOCALS OH MY GOD

I AM LITERALLY AT A LOSS FOR WORDS THIS IS SO SO SO SO GOOD I'M FLOORED

Super Bowl thoughts:

I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS ONE TOO I AM GONNA FLIP

AHHHH

FEEL THE BLAZEEE

OH MY FUCKUNG GOD HOLT FUCKING SHIT BRO HSDJKDJSHRJRJJ

I AM LITERALLY FUCKING SHAKKNG THIS IS SO GOOD

THE WHISPERS????????? WHAT THE FUCKSVRJSJDJSJEJRH

FINGER LICKIN???????? OH MY GODHEJSJJD

I AM GONNA GO INTO CARDIAC ARREST BRO WJAT THE FUCK

THE VOCALLSSSHES EHRJEHEHDJFJWJEHRHSJDJRJJRDHDUR

SUPER BOWL WE WILL MAKE AS FAMOUS AS YOUR SISTER GODS MENU TRUSTTTT

TOPLINE thoughts:

AHHHHHHHHH TIGER FUCKIN JK

TOPLINEBDJSJDBDJENSK

THIS SHIT FITS BINNIES VOICE SO WELL I AM QUAKING

THESE LYRICSSSSSS THOLURB SHIT

THAT ALMOST SAYIMG FUCK IS GETTING ME BRO MY HEAD IS GONNA PIP OFF

FUCKKK ME WHAT THE FUCKS

OH MY FUCKIN GODD

THIS SIS SONFUCOMGN GOOD

OG JRJDO EA HVDHEJEKEJSHSJWK

DLC thoughts:

DANCE LIKE CRAZY YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

LET'S GO CRAZY UNTIL THE SUNRISE

HYUNJIN'S VOICE WAS MADE FOR THIS OG MY GOD

THIS SIS SOF UCKING GOOD

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE VIBE OF THIS SONG SO MUCH

THIS IS ALSO SUCH A DIFFERENT SOUND FOR THEM AND THEY PULL IT OFF FLAWLESSLY

LIX'S VERSE IM OBSESSED

KIM SEUNGMIN????? THE HIGH NOTE????

THIS SONG MAKES MY SOUL HAPPY

GET LIT thoughts:

I AM SO EXCITED FOR NOISE MUSIC PLEASE

OH MY GODDDDDD SHJRJSKDJDHD

OH MY GOD BRO HOLT SHIT

HAN JISUNG MUSICAL GENIUS

THIS SIS SO FUCKING I KNEW INWAS GONNA BE OBSESSED

I NEEDES THIS SO BAD DUDE YOU DONT GET IT

SEO CHANGBINNNNNNNNNN

I NEED THE SCREAM

GIVE ME THE SCREAM

I WATCHED THE UNVEIL TRACK FOR THIS TOO MANY TIMES THIS IS ENGRAVED IN MY BRAIN

YESSSSSSSSSS RHE SCREAMM

HAN JISUNG QAS SO HOT FOR THIS

Collision thoughts:

OH SHIT????

GOT ME WANTIN TO SWAY MY HIPS BACK AND FOURTH AND SHIT

FLOORED BRO THIS IS FLAWLESS

OH MY GODDDD YOU BETYER STOP THROWING THE WORD BABY SROUND BEFORE I SCREAM

THIS SIS SO FUCIMG GOOD

FNF thoughts:

OH NO AM I GONNA CRY

THIS IS SO FUCING GOID BUT I WANNA SOB

I NEED TO SEE THESE FITS AGAIN PLEASE

I AM CRYING BRO, THE TEARS IN MY EYES RIGHT NOW

MY AUSSIE BABIES :((((((((((

God this is flawless

LEE KNOWS VOCALS ARE SO GORGEOUS

Youtiful thoughts:

I BALLED WATCHING THE UNVEIL TRACK

PRAY FOR ME

I'M ALREADY SOBBIMG GOODBYE

The sweetest babies ever :((

I love them with all my heart and soul :((((

They really do it everytime <//3

THE SOUND (Korean Ver.) thoughts:

I KNEW this was coming and when Chan accidentally played it on live I hollered

I will NEVER get tired of this song

It hits SO FUCKING HARD

This song still feels like a fever dream sometimes, like I cannot BELIEVE this is real

Mixtape : Time Out thoughts:

This song :(

It's so special because it was a surprise for us :((

They just dropped it without warning, just for us :(((

Truly a love returned in full I AM SO SAD :((((

Final thoughts:

This album is FULL of new sounds for them and once again, they pull each one off so, SO flawlessly.

There is truly not a genre they cannot do.

This comeback has already been huge just with preorders alone, but now? Holy shit.

This is gonna make some of their biggest waves yet. I feel it in my bones.

[trensu]

Episode 22: The One with ANOTHER Other Moonlit Rooftop Scene

WE’RE ON A ROOF, GREAT START! 

THERE’S MOONLIGHT, GREAT START!

BC WE ALL KNOW THAT THE BEST THINGS HAPPEN ON MOONLIT ROOFTOPS (except for that one time that we’re not gonna talk about rn bc it’ll give me the Sads)

OUR BOYS ARE SITTING TOGETHER ON A ROOF IN QINGHE

TOGETHER!! ON A ROOF!! IN THE MOONLIGHT!!!

WE LOVE ROOFS AND MOONLIGHT IN THIS FANDOM

Wwx: does this seem familiar to you? Weren’t we chilling on a roof like this together back in the cloud recesses during Ancient Fantasy China summer school?

And lwj is like, no, we were fighting with swords and stuff

Wwx: right, right, you caught me breaking curfew!

HE LAUGHS, REMINISCING. HE LAUGHS!!

Wwx: too bad there’s no emperor’s smile

Get help wwx, problems are not solved with copious amounts of wine

Oh god, and he just slouches back on the roof, leaning on his elbows and SPREADING HIS LEGS LIKE A SCARLET WOMAN

WWX WHAT ARE YOU DOING

MAKING YOURSELF LOOK ALL ENTICING LIKE THAT

And lwj has an iron will apparently bc he’s still sitting upright in a meditation pose

Oooh, now they’re going to have a Serious conversation

Lwj: things change. How could it be the same as before?

And wwx gives him this sad little smile

Wwx: lan zhan, thank you

Lwj: for what?

Wwx: thank you for not telling shijie

And then HE SMILES AT LWJ

SINCERELY. THAT’S A SINCERE SMILE ON HIS FACE

Like, okay, it’s not as big and bright as his usual sunshine smile BUT IT’S STILL THE HAPPIEST SMILE HE’S DIRECTED AT LWJ SINCE THE BURIAL MOUNDS

Ofc lwj goes and ruins the mood (why does he keep doing this)

Lwj: these tricks harm your body and mind as well

Wwx: i know, but i’m not using wicked tricks, i learned CRAFTY tricks

Lwj: crafty tricks?

Lwj’s tone changes here! It has a hopeful edge to it rather than the solemn note it carried before. THINGS ARE LOOKING UP, GUYS

Wwx: that’s what i learned in that sunless dingy place for three months

ah, guess i spoke too soon...wwx gets this faraway look on his face like he’s back in that awful place anD IT MAKES ME SO SAD

Wwx: anyway, i have to thank you for Lan clan’s Temperament Technique bc my crafty tricks require

HE USED LAN CLAN TEACHINGS TO DEVELOP HIS NEW CULTIVATION

LAN CLAN!!

LAN!!!!

EVEN AT HIS LOWEST, HE STILL CLUNG TO LAN WANGJI. LAN WANGJI STILL WAS ABLE TO HELP HIM EVEN THO HE WASN’T THERE

AHHHHHHHHH

And lwj is just watching him here, yearningly like always

Wwx: with my bamboo flute, everything can be controlled~! *twirls the demon flute*

But lwj is not gonna be distracted by his fancy flute twirling here

Lwj: do crafty tricks rely on the spirit?

Wwx nods in response

~Their Song~ starts playing in the background (the flute version of it, even!!)

Lwj: mastering it by mind is like taking a grain of rice from a fire. If not done carefully you risk falling into demonic cultivation. The consequences will be unimaginable

Okay, 1) pretty sure that’s the longest string of sentences lwj has made in the entire show so far, so kudos to you lwj. You used your words!! I’m so proud!!

And 2) THE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE UNIMAGINABLE?? LWJ DOES NOT WANT TO IMAGINE THOSE CONSEQUENCES FOR WEI YING. HE DOESN’T WANT TO THINK OF HIM SUFFERING THAT WAY. BC HE LOVES HIM

Wwx: i know. Lan zhan, i understand your concern.

OUR BOYS OUR COMMUNICATING. 

LOOK AT THEM!! 

COMMUNICATING ALL OVER EACH OTHER!!!! 

THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER

And here wwx does HIS LITTLE SCOUT’S HONOR THING AND HIS VOICE PICKS UP A CHIPPER TONE AND IT’S SO CUTE AND SO REMINISCENT OF BEFORE

Wwx: i, wei ying, promise you that i will never degenerate into demonic cultivation

STOP MAKING PROMISES YOU WON’T KEEP WWX

Wwx: do you believe me?

Lwj nods

AND OH, THE SMILE WWX HAS IN RESPONSE

IT’S ALMOST LIKE BEFORE

ALL OF THIS IS ALMOST LIKE BEFORE

Now wwx does a little floaty jump thing off of the roof (it doesn’t look ridiculous for once!! It actually looks pretty neat here!!) and starts to walk away

Lwj elegantly stands up (still on the roof!!) and says “Let me help you.”

Wwx freezes in his steps for a moment, not quite turning back, and says “okay.”

He says that AND HE SMILES AGAIN

Lwj is left standing alone on the roof

ALL THIS AND WE’RE ONLY 5MIN INTO THE EPISODE

MY HEART, MY HEART

GOD I MISSED MY WANGXIANTICS.

IT’S BEEN SO LONG, MY LOVE, I’VE MISSED YOU SO!!

Oh, and now it’s daytime

Plot Things are happening

Nmj is giving a rousing speech to the troops, very imposing, very stern, very soldier-y

AND TOTALLY DOES NOT MATTER SO WE’RE MOVING ON

Everyone’s leaving Qinghe for plot reasons. Jc and jzx go ahead on their swords but lwj and wwx are traveling by horse

They’re on horses!! Idk why that makes me happy but it does!! I don’t even like horses that much??? 

Wwx is twirling his flute!!

Lwj: why didn’t you go ahead with them?

Wwx: i don’t want to join in the fun with jc and that colorful peacock

Lwj: aren’t you the one who prefers to join in the fun?

GUYS, GUYS LWJ SAYS THIS WITH A TEASING TONE (well, teasing for him; it’s a very subtle change BUT IT’S THERE, I SWEAR!!)

HE’S TRYING TO BE PLAYFUL WITH WWX!! IT’S SO CUTE!!

OMG, OMG we get a brief moment of Jealous!LWJ. Courtesy of NHS, of course.

Nhs is at the top of a tower in qinghe waving goodbye, right? (he’s adorable, i love him)

BUT HE CALLS SPECIFICALLY TO WWX

Nhs: wwx, wwx, take care!

and lwj lets his eyes drift a little towards the voice but HE DOESN’T EVEN DEIGN TO LOOK AT NHS DIRECTLY before his eyes flicker to face forward

it’s such a disdainful little movement; IT HAPPENS SO FAST

BUT THE JEALOUSY IS SO POTENT HERE, OMG OMG

chill out lwj, nhs is just a friend!!

Ugh, evil wen lair time

WE DON’T CARE ABOUT THE PLOT DEVICE OR WEN RUOHAN

Oh, now we’re in the middle of a battlefield but no lwj or wwx in sight, how boring

Battle battle battle

Fight fight fighting

Ooooh demon transformation. That was interesting for like, two seconds

Gotta say, the makeup/costuming they use for those demon things actually looks pretty decent, all things considered

Actually, most of their group fight scenes are pretty good

UGH MORE EVIL WEN LAIR TIME?? Plot plot Meng Yao is revealed to be a wen flunkie suddenly plot plot 

Back with the good guys now! At soldier camp!! (or whatever those are called, listen, i’m not a war general, terms escape me)

Plot plot nmj, jzx, jc are inspecting puppets blah blah don’t care don’t care

OH WAIT, LWJ AND WWX SHOWED UP

THEY LOOK VERY CONCERNED ABOUT THE PUPPETS. I SUDDENLY CARE ABOUT THE PUPPETS

Nvm, we’re back at a boring strategy meeting blegh

Blah blah invinceable puppets blah blah kill wen ruohan blah blah

Nmj: I WILL SNEAK INTO NIGHTLESS CITY AND KILL WEN RUOHAN

I’m sorry nmj but you don’t have a sneaky bone in your entire body

That is a terrible plan. Jzx agrees with me.

Nmj: if i die, lxc can just take charge nbd

Suddenly lxc shows up with a Sneaky Map

Everybody’s excited about the Sneaky Map

I AM NOT

I AM NOT EXCITED ABOUT THE SNEAKY MAP

THIS IS BORING

LET’S MOVE ON NOW PLZ

Ah, we’re back with wwx and lwj who are inspecting the Suddenly Interesting Puppets

They’re being all clever together!! I love it

OH NO, SOME RANDO JUST INTERRUPTED SAYING JYL NEEDS HELP

WWX TAKES OFF IN A FLASH, OBVS

We’re at jzx’s tent!! WHERE JZX MADE HER CRY

I DEMAND BLOOD IN RECOMPENSE

Wwx: what happened? Don’t cry!

Wwx: was there someone who bullied you??

Omg his words are like, dripping with venom as he says this and turns to glare at jzx

POOR JYL IS SOBBING, OUTRIGHT SOBBING

Jyl: i’m fine! Let’s go, come on, come on

SHE SAYS THIS THROUGH HER TEARS. SHE’S HEARTBROKEN

I DEMAND BLOODSHED

Mianmian shows up to explain the situation

Details don’t matter

What matters is that we see Lwj about to join them in the tent

Like, he’s one step in and everything

But once mianmian starts talking, he steps back out? And just loiters in front of their tent thing?

HE DOESN’T WANT TO INTRUDE ON A FAMILY MATTER

BC LAST TIME HE DID, WWX SNAPPED AT HIM AND PUSHED HIM AWAY

AND THAT SHIT HURTED

WE DON’T WANT THAT AGAIN

We find out that jzx was a total utter DOUCHEBAG to jyl and HUMILIATED her in public BECAUSE HE’S A DICK AND DOESN’T DESERVE HER

YOU’RE LUCKY I’M NOT THERE RN JZX BC I’M READY TO MURDER

Oh look, wwx is ready to murder too

he punches jzx right in the chest AND SENDS HIM FLYING, HELL YEAH

then uses his demon flute TO SMACK DOWN THE JIN DISCIPLES with resentful energy

then goes and DECKS JZX RIGHT IN THE FACE

YESSS!!!!!!

HIT HIM HARDER WWX

But nooo, mianmian and jyl have to be decent people and try to hold wwx back

Lwj hears them cry out and rushes into the room!!

He grabs wwx’s arm, which was already poised for another punch

Lwj: wei ying, calm down

DON’T TELL HIM TO CALM DOWN LWJ

JZX DESERVES WHAT’S COMING TO HIM

DON’T YOU SEE YOUR SISTER IN LAW CRYING???

But it seems that lwj’s words cut through wwx’s rage (even tho he didn’t raise his voice at all!!) bc wwx lets his arm be lowered by lwj’s grip

He looks at lwj’s concerned face and turns to walk out of the tent

We cut to some Sect Leader Time featuring NMJ and LXC

Nmj: soooo, how’d you get the Sneaky Map

Lxc: ...I know a guy

Then they go on for awhile and i get the impression that they’re trying to Flirt but are doing it Badly

HA, losers! (they say, even tho their OTP consistently fails to communicate their Emotions well)

We’re on a battlefield again!

Kinda sucks how our guys get possessed and turned against us.

What a bummer

MORE BORING PLOT STUFF

Blah blah, nmj disappeared, blah blah our guys are forced into a trap blah blah

Oh wait, there’s a bit here

Wwx asks lxc who gave him the Sneaky Map and lxc is all “a good friend” and wwx is like oh okay and walks off

As he walks away, lwj turns to ~gaze longingly~ at him

It was kinda weird, bc contextually it doesn’t make sense for there to be a longing gaze here

BUT WHO CARES!

SINCE WHEN DO WE NEED A REASON FOR GAY YEARNING??

IT JUST IS, MY FRIENDS, AND WE LOVE IT

More evil wen lair time (at some point we watch nmj be a badass at this lair, but we’re not here for him. Sorry nmj, still love ya tho!)

MoVInG alONg

Battlefield has moved to the Nightless City

For real for real, these group battle scenes are pretty cool. I like them.

AHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!!! WWX NEARLY GETS A SWORD TO THE THROAT

BUT LWJ NOTICES IT AND IS BLOCKING THE HIT IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

THE WAY IT’S FRAMED MAKES IT LOOK EVEN MORE AWESOME!!

Bc he just swooshes into the frame from the right, all fluid movement and elegance

BLOCKS THE HIT LIKE NOTHING

And ends up on the opposite side of the frame, not even looking at the baddie he just blocked; he’s all straight-backed and regal

I am Shocked wwx didn’t swoon right there and then

WWX AND LWJ ARE NOW BACK TO BACK

FIGHTING TOGETHER

I AM IN LOVE

Ugh, we’re back at the evil wen lair

Gross

Can we not? Nobody cares.

BACK ON THE BATTLEFIELD!!

Everything stops suddenly, and lwj and wwx are side by side

Bc ofc they are

They’re soulmates!!

Uh oh, some of their guys get Literally pulverized

Aaaaand, here come the massive amounts of puppets

Wen ruohan - creator of the world’s worst puppet show

Omg, we just keep getting shots of lwj and wwx standing next to each other, or standing back to back

They’re not even doing anything AND IT’S STILL AMAZING TO WATCH

UGH, JUST HAVING THEM BE NEAR EACH OTHER ON SCREEN MAKES ME SO HAPPY

Wwx: lan zhan, what method can we take now to escape?

Lwj: Fight.

Wwx: *smirk*

GOD I LOVE MY BOYS

And the cameras give us close-up shots of their faces in that exchange and it’s amazing

THE EXPRESSIONS, MAN

GRIM DETERMINATION

LIKE, WE’RE PROBABLY DEAD, MIGHT AS WELL GO DOWN FIGHTING

THAT’S WHAT THEIR FACES SAY

I! LOVE!! MY!!! BOYS!!!!

They just look so awesome fighting here!!

Lol wwx is just whacking people with his flute

Very intimidating, wwx, very scary

One of the demon things just tried attacking wwx aND GOT BICHEN THROUGH THE CHEST FOR THEIR TROUBLES

THAT’S WHAT YOU GET, DEMON THING!!

And then lwj goes and blocks another blow meant for wwx

Lwj is so awesome in battle??

I feel like shang from mulan trying to compliment lwj

“YOU...YOU FIGHT GOOD”

i mean, come on, he literally just now took out a demon thing with a BLAST from bichen

BICHEN DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH IT? 

AND THE DEMON THING WAS COMING FROM BEHIND HIM??

HE DIDN’T EVEN TURN AROUND TO LOOK!!

HE JUST HAD BICHEN BLAST SOME SPIRITUAL ENERGY BEHIND HIM TO KNOCK OUT THE DEMON THING

WHAT A BAMF

Uh oh

Wwx just did his floaty jump thing and perched on a winged creature statue overlooking the battlefield

Lwj has his eyes on him

He’s watching him all worriedly

WWX STARTS TO PLAY HIS DEMON FLUTE

listen

listen

i know the demon flute and resentful energy is bad for you or whatever

BUT HE LOOKS SO DAMN COOL HERE

ENSHROUDED IN BLACK SMOKE

HIS FACE A PICTURE OF CONCENTRATION

Meanwhile lwj is cutting down enemies left and right AND STILL MAKING TIME TO THROW WORRIED LOOKS AT WWX

WAIT A MINUTE, wwx has just TAKEN CONTROL of the demon things

Bc he’s BADASS

And the music gets INTENSE here

THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!

LWJ still looks so concerned even tho the demon things start fighting for them rather than against them

Bc he doesn’t care about the demon things or the battle

He cares about how this will affect his wei ying!!

And the episode ends with wen ruohan throwing a hissy fit bc his demon things aren’t under his control anymore

WE DID IT GUYS, WE FINALLY MADE IT TO AN EPISODE WITH QUALITY NOT-COMPLETELY-HEARTBREAKING WANGXIANTICS

OUR BOYS WERE NICE TO EACH OTHER!!!

ON A MOONLIT ROOFTOP!!!

AND THEY FOUGHT SIDE BY SIDE!!

IT WAS ALL SO BEAUTIFUL

Return to Masterpost

[galactic-pirates]

I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DID THAT!

NO

I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY CALLED THAT HUMANE!

I am beyond appalled. Not just at what happened, the utter dismantlement of basically a persons soul (their memories, everything that makes them them), stripped away and stored for their own benefit. I am even more appalled that yet again Artie thinks it’s a good idea and that nobody verbally objected.

Can I headcanon that Myka was biting her tongue? That maybe her enthusiasm to get the coin was partly righting the wrong, in addition to protecting HG?

Ahhhhhhhh!

(Yes I might be watching while venting)

“It would be like burning down a library with a friend trapped inside”

OMG let’s unpack that. 1) Myka still thinks of HG as a friend, 2) she respects her and 3) “we don’t trade lives” - the friend thing again, if she truly felt HG was nothing more than a resource at best and an enemy at worst she wouldn’t argue. Instead Myka is willing to risk everything to save her.

“I will not destroy HG Wells”

“There is no discussion”

Ahhhhhhhhh - seriously my shipper heart. “You’ll be gone, you’ll be dead. The price is too high”

“How do you say goodbye to the one person who knows you better than anyone else?” “I wish I knew”

Seriously I could quote this entire scene. I ship it! I ship it hard! Myka has tears and HG is willing to die to protect the world her bronzing-induced madness nearly made her destroy.

Can I headcanon that the reason the last thing HG wanted to see was the sky, was because if she was looking at Myka her resolve would slip? After all Myka is the only one who can talk her down/change her mind.

OMG poor HG /cries. She flinches when Sykes hands her the water because her last memories were of being a hologram and not able to touch anything - seriously back to the rant THE HUMANE OPTION REALLY??

I am so glad I saved this until after I had done my work because I am emotionally compromised. I have too many feels!

[gkingoffez]

The Phoenix

So Star Wars Rebels has consumed my soul. Here’s a short character study/scene rewrite from S1E15 Fire Across the Galaxy, because I’m just itching to get some of these feelings out.

Summary: Later, there would be proper time for mourning and remembering, but in this moment- the Inquisitor dead and the world burning around him- Kanan Jarrus takes a second to sit back, shutter his eyes open and shut, and think- 

I’m so sorry I failed you, Ezra. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. 

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The battle is shorter than Kanan would have expected, but the most important thing is that he wins.

He has the Inquisitor at his absolute mercy, dangling from a catwalk across a chasm with two blue lightsabers crossed at his throat. Around them, the Star Destroyer is shaking and surging with hot, explosive energy, and in this chaos and heat Kanan understands that it would be so, so easy to give in to anger and hate.

He could do it- just leave the Inquisitor right here to die, in the middle of this burning metal tomb,  above a forsaken planet. One little action, and Kanan could cut off his head or step on his hand, and watch him fall to his death just like Ezra.

Something dark inside of Kanan wants this- something vicious, and out for blood, and suffocating in grief is there, clawing for attention- but he also knows, above everything raging in his heart, that that is not the Jedi way. Kanan knows that if he gives in to this temptation, it will be a step towards the Dark Side of the Force, and the Inquisitor, the Sith and the Empire itself would win overall. Nothing he had taught Ezra would mean a thing if that happened.

He withdraws both lightsabers and sticks them to his belt, failing to avoid the thought that they are both his now.  He looks down at his beaten opponent- hanging helplessly from the metal ledge above a deadly fall, framed in shadow and the shifting oranges, yellows and reds of the core exploding beneath him.

“There are some things far more frightening than death,” the Inquisitor snarls with pointed teeth, his yellow eyes boring right up into Kanan’s.

But Kanan doesn’t need to guess what the Inquisitor means- he’s well familiar with things more frightening than death. More frightening than death is watching someone you love die to save you, their last words telling you to run for your life; worse than death is having to kill your former friends, to fight your way out; to hide, scared and alone, and need to drink yourself into oblivion to stave off the pain. Worse than death is losing everything but your own life time after time, and still having to carry on despite the holes where the things you loved used to be. Worse than death is watching Ezra Bridger fall to a spinning red lightsaber, and being helpless to stop it.

The base is shuddering, the walkway under him is beginning to sway- below, the unstable core explodes again, and-

-the Inquisitor lets go.

If it had been a different time, if he had been a different Jedi, perhaps Kanan would have reached out and tried to save the other man; but here in this time and life, he is too shocked, too unprepared to do anything but kneel down and watch with wide eyes.

The Inquisitor’s final act is to be swallowed by a mouth of fire, and then it’s over.

It’s over.

He feels no vindication, no justice in the moment, although a tight tension seems to lift itself from his shoulders, and his limbs go limp. For a moment, he feels nothing at all, except hollow and worn.

Kanan had pushed his everything into his feet and the lightsabers in his hands for the fight, but now the adrenaline is dying down and the weight of days of torture is returning to pull at his body as well.  

He knows there is no time to stop, no time at all to rest- from the size and sound of the explosion, the entire ship is going to blow, and soon- no time to retrieve Ezra’s body. He would have preferred a proper ceremony, a proper fire, and a proper chance to say goodbye, but time was ripping all of that away from him.

…

(A flash of spinning red arcing towards Ezra; a scream, a lightsaber cluttering to the parapet; a fall; and Kanan’s world comes crashing down around him once again.

One look at his small Padawan lying deathly still on a lower walkway seems to crack something inside of Kanan. For a second, it overcomes him- a wild, raging grief that had makes him clench his eyes shut, dig his fingernails into the palms of his hands and want to implode in on himself like a supernova.

But suddenly, a wave of calm seems to wrap itself around him- he feels strangely at peace, disconnected but in control at the same time, suddenly ready to stand up where before he had been ready to fall. He senses something familiar in the sensation- something he hasn’t sensed in a very long time, and it comforts him greatly. Everything else fades away as he takes up his old lightsaber alongside Ezra’s unique design, and-

(-not thinking of how he’d never get to see the boy’s smile or hear his laughter again, how he’d never train with him or teach him the ways of the Force that Kanan himself had long forgotten, would never grip Ezra’s shoulder or mess up his dark blue hair again-

-nor did he think of how Hera, Sabine, Zeb and even Chopper would react when they found out Ezra was gone, he didn’t want to think of their heartbreak and tears, their devastation-

-but mostly Kanan didn’t think about how it was all his fault, how Ezra shouldn’t have even been on the ship to begin with, how he had failed-)

-with nothing left to fear from the Inquisitor, he charges into battle with every last bit of strength he has.

He feels it, like a change in the wind. The Force is with him.)

…

The explosion below is growing angry, and it will soon engulf everything; the ship, Ezra, and Kanan himself if he doesn’t get moving. But neither his mind nor legs respond to this logic, and instead he stares for an extended moment into the flames that had swallowed his enemy whole.

Later, he will probably feel too many too familiar feelings crash into him over and over like the waves of an ocean. Later, there would be proper time for mourning and remembering, but in this moment- the Inquisitor dead and the world burning around him- Kanan Jarrus takes a second to sit back, shutter his eyes open and shut, and think-

I’m so sorry I failed you, Ezra. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.                        

“Kanan,” a voice replies, and for a moment it’s unrecognisable, until Kanan realises it is Ezra’s.

A stab of pain tears into his chest- he’d been taught in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant that life merges with the Force after death, so that all living things connected by it in life can be reunited in death. He clings to the idea that Ezra must be there now, calling out to comfort him, to push him forward. He has vague memories of hearing Master Billaba’s voice in his dreams in the weeks after he’d witnessed her death as well. Or perhaps it is all just his imagination, an auditory hallucination conjured by his exhausted brain, or his guilt. There is no way-

“Kanan!” Ezra repeats, except this time his voice is coming from Kanan’s right side- but that doesn’t seem right. He blinks, shakes his head, turns and- and-

It’s almost indescribable, that shocking, relieving, euphoric feeling of knowing that something you thought lost forever was, in fact, standing right in front of you. Battered and bleeding, but in one piece, and just there. Kanan feels a great pressure suddenly lift from his soul.

Alive. He’s- he’s-!

Ezra’s hair sways in the smoky wind, and he is framed by the light and moving shadows of the fires raging below, but Kanan doesn’t doubt what he sees for a second. He looks right into Ezra’s very blue, very alive eyes, and finds himself with something he’d never really had before- a second chance.  

“I thought I’d lost you,” is all he can say, soft, and with something tender present. He tries to say a lot of other things in that one sentence, things he’s not sure he’ll ever find the words for. Thank you, I’m sorry, I thought I’d never see you again and it almost destroyed me.

I love you.

“I know the feeling,” the boy responds.

Ezra grins, and Kanan drinks in the way he tilts his head and sways his arms, every small detail and mannerism putting a fire back in Kanan’s heart. He looks at everything he’d been so sure he’d lost forever, and lets it chase the darkness and grief away.

“Let’s go home,” Ezra adds, with a shrug of his shoulders to the exit.

After that, there’s not much room for any thoughts beyond escape the burning Star Destroyer, what is this strange fleet that has come to save us, and how is Ahsohka Tano alive, but as he runs down the walkway and through the white Imperial corridors, Ezra Bridger at his side, he can’t help but feel like the universe is as it should be.

They’ll be alright.

Ahhhhhhhhh, you’ll probably see more Rebels stuff from me fairly soon, I have two other WIPS so far. 

Thanks for reading.