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xhopelesslyromanticx · 11 months

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I love a man in shorts - Oscar Piastri x Wolff!Reader

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summary: when people start to notice Oscar only owns one outfit they start calling him out for being a dad and you can’t help but see it too.

f1updates

Austin, Texas

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f1updates Oscar has arrived in Austin Texas this morning. He was all smiles and giggles greeting the local Papaya fans.

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f1stansss I‘m convinced this man doesn’t own long pants

user355 right? he needs a stylist

f1god he is a simple man

piastriii Y/n is there toooo

user355 she should try to get him dressed better

f2starter the guy owns two outfits; mclaren gear and shorts and shirt

user37 right he gives off sich dad vibes

landonorris @y/n.wolff this is your man?

y/n.wolff @oscarpiastri you’re being attacked broooo

oscarpiastri shut up Lando

y/n.wolff

Austin

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y/n.wolff dads :)

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lewishamilton ?

y/n.wolff the girls that get it, get it.

user345 hahaha not her confusing sir lewis hamilton

user221 the way lewis is sitting has me dead

oscarpiastri aha, getting the reference ;)

f1troll shorts and shirt king

f1lover oscar has me dead, he is truly such a dad

georgerussell63 lewis is looking horrid in those pants

lewishamilton you didn’t even make the slide show shut up

mclaren Oscar is truly dad material

landonorris more like daddy

y/n.wolff LANDO!

toto.wolff ??

landonorris

Austin

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landonorris @mclaren, next time Oscar gets to bring his child I‘d like a warning

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mclaren loud and clear Lando

oscarpiastri wow, what a great picture really did me well

y/n.wolff i love it, especially the cup, thanks lan :)

oscarpiastri don‘t

user457 uhh daddy coming through

pierregasly was it bring your child to work day?

charles_leclerc someone tell Carlos he can finally bring his

y/n.wolff gasp

f1troll so the RUMOURS are true?

y/n.wolff

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y/n.wolff texas had my heart, let‘s go halloween and mexicooo, thanks for the sippy cup lan :)

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landonorris stunning (the last picture)

toto.wolff the first picture is not very nice

lewishamilton don’t embarass her

y/n.wolff daaaaad

kellypiquet you look absolutely stunning

user456 y/n‘s so cute, oscar really won

f1update fav wag

user676 wag and dad

charlottesine miss you lots :(

y/n.wolff miss you too, see you soon though :)

mclaren

Mexico

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mclaren dad off grid, daddy on grid

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y/n.wolff dead

mercedesamgf1 totos throwing his headphones again

user233 the second photo damn

f1troll hot right

f1 the famous stance though

piastrilovers my poor oscar is getting so much hate :(

landonorris nah he loves the attention

oscarpiastri thin ice lando

f1gossip

Mexico

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f1gossip Lewis when asked about his newly earned „dad“ title by teamboss daughter Y/n

„I personally don’t really get it. But people think it’s fun right. But I love Y/n, she’s a treat to have around.“

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user566 awww he‘s like a big brother

f1troll lewis and y/n are the real father daughter duo

f1fans crazy to think Lewis has watched her grow up

user456 yes he‘s always loved her so much

landonorris Oscars probably throwing his phone hehe

piastrifans ariana? what are you doing here?

user455 Lando is just as involved in gossip as we are

landonorris

Checos hometown

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landonorris mexico con papa 🍼 (y mama)

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oscarpiastri

Texas

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oscarpiastri the only thing that makes me a dad is my „ipad kid“ girlfriend

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user345 wait this makes actual sense hahah

y/n.wolff wow horrid pictures

oscarpiastri you look as lovely as always

f1troll 1:1 Oscar

y/nstans she is truly an ipad kid

landonorris good one osc

y/n.wolff shut up Lando

mercedesamgf1 googles what an Ipad kid means

user355 the best couple on the grid

georgerussell63 couple of children right

lewishamilton y/n and a cow? she‘s scared of them?

y/n.wolff

Mexico

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y/n.wolff mexico was a treat, i love you @oscarpiastri

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lewishamilton awww the first one

oscarpiastri move about two steps two the right and you‘re right where you belong

georgerussell63 you built the LEGO WITHOUT ME?

mercedesamgf1 its mclaren George?

user455 its mclaren georgie

toto.wolff too much orange but you look beautiful

mclaren parents

landonorris what a viewwwww damn

y/n.wolff talking bout yourself again huhhh?

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wangxianficrecs · 20 days

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heavenly questions by Lirazel

heavenly questions

by Lirazel

T, WIP, Series, 15k, Wangxian

Summary: “Please tell me if I have understood correctly.” An inclination of his head invites her to continue. “My sons, who currently visit me only once a month, will now be allowed to see me only once every other month. And then, after a cycle of this, it will be only once per season. And then after that, I presume, I will see them only once a year.” Or not at all. That is no doubt the ultimate aim. Not at all. Madam Lan lives long enough to take back some agency--and her sons. Kay's comments: This series is not yet completed, but the first two stories are finished and they can be read as standalones. I really love it when Mama Lan is given a) a name b) the chance to run away with her children. Women looking out for women was awesome in this story and Wangxian's first meeting during the Sunshot Campaign was great too! They are immediately so gone for each other. Excerpt: When A-Zhan arrives right after breakfast, she is as composed as she ever is. He doesn’t run up the steps anymore, not like he used to, the sound of his little drumming feet waking joy in her heart. They had put a stop to that when he was four years old, and for almost three years now, he has walked carefully up the stairs in steps as measured as his uncle’s. He works so hard, her sweet boy, to maintain the control they demand of him. She misses the enthusiasm of his toddlerhood, but even now, when the doors open, his eyes light up, brighter than sunlight, warmer than flame. She sees him knot his little hands into fists, the only evidence of how hard he is working to keep himself from running to her as he walks steadily across the floor. But when he reaches her, he falls into her arms with the same heartrending sigh, and he rubs his face against the silk of her clothes like he did as a baby. She pulls him close, buries her face in the silk and scent of his hair, and holds him until the clearing of a throat makes her loosen her arms. She is never allowed to be alone with her children; there’s always someone watching them. Today it’s the sour-faced lady with the streaks of grey in her hair standing just inside the door—it’s always her these days. In times past, it was sometimes a short, round old lady whose face was always blank but whose eyes were sad when they looked at her. But someone besides Jing Yufei must have noticed, for they don’t let that woman chaperone anymore. Now it is always one of the women whose expressions make it clear they see her as a murderer, not a mother. It dampens the joy her sons bring her, but she has learned to ignore it.

pov alternating, canon divergence, madam lan lives, madam lan deserves better, madam lan backstory, lan wangji leaves the gusu lan sect, lan xichen leaves the gusu lan sext, parent-child relationship, parenthood, implied/referenced sexual assault, sunshot campaign, no golden core transfer, different first meeting, love at first sight, pre-lan wangji/wei wuxian

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asksythe · 8 days

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Does chinese fandom also have the headcannon of wen yuan being wen ruohans secret 3rd son conceived after wen xu & wen chaos death's 😅? Western fans made this headcanon because they thought having the wen remnants wwx takes in be this separate branch that are healers muddled the themes? And to spite the great clans who attempted to exterminate the wens root and branch having the only post canon survivor of the wen being qishan wen but also directly related to wen ruohan is very satisfying to them I guess

What I'm trying to ask is does chinese cultural reading of the text allow for such headcanon or does it go against text

Wen Yuan being Wen Ruohan's secret child... well... I personally have never seen that in the Chinese fandom.

That said, a fandom is a big space, especially the Chinese side. So, I don't think anybody can conclusively claim any one thing. There's a lot of wacky stuff out there. And a lot of it genuinely makes sense or is convincing in its own way. I've seen ethnic minority authors (Xin Jiang, etc..) coming in with their own cosmology and folklore completely distinct from the base cosmology of MDZS and writing some of the most creative and beautiful stories I have ever read (like the idea that Lan mama might be a member of the Northern tribes worshipping the phoenix, which explains her being powerful enough to kill Lan papa's master while also being an unknown to the clans, and that her 'death's is actually part of the phoenix saintess's ability to reborn herself in a new body).

Wen Yuan being Wen Ruohan's secret love child doesn't really have much if any support from the book, the donghua, or the show. If anything, the first time A Yuan appeared in the book, he was described as a child not more than 2 years old atop Wen grangran's back in the prison camp. The time makes it really awkward for A Yuan to be Wen Ruohan's albeit it's not completely out of the realm of possibilities. In the same chapter, the book also said that A Yuan's father is Wen Qing's cousin and Wen grangran's son.

But if you are in pursuit of exploring certain themes or ideas, then I don't see why not. Headcanon is... well... headcanon. The nature of fandom being a space for exploration and appreciation is a beautiful thing I think.

Funnily enough, I have seen a fair number of Chinese fics operating on the premise that Wei Ying himself is mainline Wen via either his mother or his father. The theme they pursue is a member of the Wen ending itself in the fire of purification. The Wen founder, by all accounts, seemed a real stand-up guy. The teachings he left behind to his children were genuine pieces of wisdom and calling for a commitment to justice and fairness. The Wens in the book had a lot of signs that they had many good and right ideas (pursuing standardized laws among cultivators, the observation tower system that ended up being stolen by Jin Guangyao, etc...) but they went down the wrong direction due to corruption and a betrayal of the founding precepts laid down by their own founders. And so it took a (secret) Wen descendant to cut away the rot and to punish themselves, leaving behind only one or two genuinely innocent Wens.

The sun rises, the sun sets, the sun rises again. Anew and cleansed from rot. The mark of the Wen sun burned into Wei Ying's chest holds more symbolic power than it first appears, and the fact that Wei Ying cited the Wen founder's precepts back to a Wen descendant who had betrayed those very precepts. Like that. That kind of theme.

I remember there being several really big-name Chinese fan authors who wrote the same premise in different ways. It was really fun to read. Oh man, stories in which Wen Ruohan gets to redo things, or the Wen are all resurrected in a heaven-gambit type plot are in abundance, funnily enough. Hah! They tend to be a lot of fun to read too. There's also that one really great story in which the previous generations of the clan (Lan mama, papa, Wen Ruohan in his prime before children, Nie papa and his second wife, Jiang husband and wife freshly married, Wei papa and Cangse Sanren, etc...) get to see bits and pieces of the future via text without knowing their names and they have to deduce who is whose kids and how are they going to save their kids now??!!! In that story, Wen Ruohan kept thinking Wei Ying (called the destined of heaven in this story) is his child because there's no way he would spawn such bumbling, corrupted incompetents ... hahahahahahaha.... oh man... Well, that particular Wen Ruohan would then vow to be a better and stricter father to his kids to prevent them from becoming such rotten shitbags.

Oh yeah, there's also the idea that the Wen, being such a big and histories clan, actually had fall-back plan preparing for such scenarios where their entire clan is wiped out. They have secret seeds placed in far off territory. In one Chinese fic I read, this Wen descendant spent decades studying the major clans, rebuild the Wen in secret, and almost enacted bloody vengeance on all the major clans, but then stayed his hand when he found out the existence of Wen Yuan. That one was a good read too. Very convincing.

Ahem, the short answer to your question is that the canon text doesn't really support that headcanon... but it's not strictly speaking an impossibility either. It just boils down to how convincing can you write it?

#mdzs

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feelingf1 · 1 year

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missing you - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which you’re missing lando, so you reminisce on some of your past memories

authors note: i don’t know what was up with me when I wrote this but it’s so sad. i didn’t plan for it to go this way at all </3

enjoy!!

The autumn breeze was present as you sat under the beautiful oak trees, staring up at the clouds. You loved these moment of silence with nature, although it wasn’t completely silent as you could hear your little three year old, Lana, singing to herself.

“Mama, when are we going to go?” you heard her call out. “Soon, my love, Mama’s just thinking about things.” you replied to her.

She made her way over to you. “What kind of things, Mama?”, placing herself down beside you. You stroked her cheek. “Just about me and your Dada, that’s all love.”

“I can’t wait for Dada to come back from racing.” Lana replied as she ran off again, and sat down amongst the daisies.

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“So, uh the lift is stuck” Lando said to you, helping you to stand up after the sudden jolt threw you to the ground.

“Thanks Lando, but I think I knew that.” Lando chuckled, both amused but also trying to mask his embarrassment. “So what do we do?” He asked you.

You loved working with Lando, you seriously did, but, sometimes he was just a beat behind.

You walked over to the buttons. “I’d probably press the emergency help button, what about you?” Lando chuckled, again, but this time to only mask his embarrassment.

You pressed the button and was met with silence. No noise, no voice that would reassure you that the fire brigade were on their way, or that maintenance would get you out soon. Nothing.

You started to panic a bit, but tried not to let Lando see it. “It’s okay, uh, I’ll call Zak and let him know what’s happening.” You pulled out your phone, but was greeted with a ‘No Service’ message in the top left corner. “Crap, Lan, I don’t have any service. Do you?”

A small smile grew on Lando’s face when you called him ‘Lan’. You never called him that before, but now was not the time to focus on that. He searched his jeans and found his phone.

“I don’t have service either.” Great.

You plopped yourself down on the floor, leaning against the wall of the lift. “It’s safer to sit down, because then if the lift starts to fall, you can lie down faster.”

Lando met you with a blank stare. “Y/N, why would you freak me out more by saying that?” You giggled, “Sorry, I genuinely didn’t mean to. Come on, sit down.” you said, patting a spot beside you.

Lando sat down next to you and you engaged in conversation, mostly about McLaren’s strategy for the next race, and about the photos you were hoping to capture over the weekend, being team photographer and all.

You talked for hours, and you noticed Lando moving himself closer and closer towards you, until there wasn’t even ten centimeters between you two, but you didn’t mention it.

You were in the middle of telling a story, when Lando grasped your face with his hand and pulled you towards him and started kissing you, softly.

This time, you were the one that was a beat behind, as it took you a few seconds to realize what was happening, but you kissed back immediately, then realized how long you had been wanting that for.

Lando then suddenly pulled away.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that without asking you, it was stupid, I don’t even know if you like me like that or-”

This time you cut Lando off by kissing him, gently stroking the stubble along his jawline before breaking it off. “I do like you like that, I was just too nervous to say anything.”

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The garage erupted into cheers as Lando passed Carlos into P1. There was only a handful of laps left in the race, and you were praying that he could hold onto that lead.

The garage fell silent again, as Carlos was now within a second of Lando, and they were approaching a DRS zone. Your fingers were crossed as you watched Carlos’ DRS activated, but he just didn’t have the speed to pass Lando.

As he sped around the next few corners, you shut your eyes, until you heard.

“Oh no! Carlos Sainz has lost the rear and gone completely wide! Straight into the gravel! There’s no way he will be able to recover from this.”

That, for the McLaren engineers, was confirmation that Lando Norris, was finally a Grand Prix winner. There was cheers and tears spread around the garage, the overwhelming joy that everybody had for Lando was incredible. There was hugs all around, at you all starting chanting ‘Let’s Go Lando’

“He’s been waiting a long time for this, but today is Lando Norris’ and McLaren’s day, as he crosses the line to win the Austrian Grand Prix!”

You watched as the engineers leaned over the pit lane wall, waving and cheering for Lando. You all ran towards parc ferme chanting Lando’s name. The commentators were right, he had been waiting ages for this, but it was finally his time to shine.

He parked up his car behind the beautiful P1 stand and jumped out of the car, throwing off his helmet and balaclava into his seat. You were the first person he ran to, you threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go.

“Oh my God, I’m so so proud of you Lando. I love you forever and always.”

It was like time stopped, Lando pulled himself back from the hug and started beaming. “Y/N, I love you too.” You pulled him into a kiss as you were both in your own world, somehow able to ignore the shouts and cheers from the McLaren engineers and all the fans.

“Now go get your trophy, my love.”

You watched proudly as Lando stood on the podium, with his iconic champagne celebration. As he shook it over the crew, and your hair got soaked in champagne, you knew that this would be his first win of many.

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You hitched up your dress and ran up the hill a bit faster, struggling your way in your Doc Martin boots. “Lan, if you don’t hurry up, we’ll miss the sunset.” You turned and grabbed his hand, trying to convince him to speed up.

“What’s so special about a sunset?” You felt somewhat offended by this comment, he knew how much you loved nature, photographic nature in particular. “The Monegasque sunset doesn’t even compare to the one we usually see in the UK, now hurry up, I don’t want to miss it!”

You two had finally reached the top of the hill the overlooked the whole of Monaco, and it was breathtaking. You looked out at the horizon , watching the sun set and seeing its beautiful colours reflecting off of the still water.

“Oh Lan. Isn’t it just spectacular?” you asked him, mesmerized by the scene infront. “Yeah, I have to admit that it does look stunning.” He pulled you into a side hug and gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Not as stunning as you though.” You leaned tighter into his side, loving that you could finally share this view with him.

Lando went over to his backpack and pulled out his camera. You couldn’t deny that you loved him even more after he started showing an interest in photography, that was, if loving him even more was possible.

“Stand in front of the sunset and I’ll snap some cute photos.” You stood in front of the sunset, with your back facing Lando, pulling different poses, hoping they were Instagram worthy. However, when you turned back around, you were met with a surprise.

Lando was down on one knee, holding a small velvet box with a diamond ring inside it, smiling up at you. Your trembling hands went straight to cover your mouth, you couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Y/N, I am so desperately in love with you. From the moment you first joined McLaren, to the moment we had our first kiss in the elevator, to this moment, right now, and every single moment in between, I have been falling in love with you more and more each day. I’ve loved creating memories with you as my girlfriend, but I think after three years, it’s about time I start creating memories with you as my wife. So Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You couldn’t even find the words to properly form a sentence, so you nodded frantically and repeated ‘yes’ over and over as Lando placed the ring on your finger and pulled you into a loving, passionate kiss. You couldn’t believe you would be getting married to the love of your life.

“Lando, I love you, so, so much, forever and always.”

“I love you so so much too, Y/N.”

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You collapsed onto the floor, finding comfort in the cool tiles of the bathroom. You had been feeling unwell again, for what was now the second week in a row.

Lando rushed in to the bathroom. “Y/N? Are you okay?” You nodded your head and attempted to stand up, gripping on to the bath to support yourself. “Yup, all go-” but before you knew it, weakness had spread throughout your body and you had fell on the bathroom floor, again.

“No you’re not okay. I’m staying with you today.” You shook your head frantically. “No, it’s media day. You can’t stay here and neither can I.”

You attempted to get up, again, but this time Lando held you down by your shoulders. “You’re ill, you’re not going anywhere, and neither am I.” Tears started to well up in your eyes with guilt. You hated letting your boyfriend and your colleagues down, and frankly you felt you were doing both.“No, please Lando, you have to go, but I’ll stay here okay? I’ll be fine.”

Lando reluctantly agreed as he gently scooped you up into his arms and carried you back to the hotel bed, placing a glass of water on the bedside table. He stroked your hair gently as you began to doze off.

“Lando, you’ll be late.” He softly smiled, “I know, but I’m waiting for someone to look after you.” You woke up a small bit, “Please don’t tell me it’s a doctor.” Lando started to laugh, “No, no, unless Carmen’s a doctor and I wasn’t aware.”

Moments later, there was a soft knock at the door and Carmen was there, arms full of bits and pieces for you, like fluffy socks, a hot water bottle, medicine and soup. She sat down beside you and assured Lando that she’d take great care of you.

You smiled up at Lando. “Lan, you have to go, Zak will kill you if you leave the team waiting again.” Lando chuckled as he leaned down towards you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” He turned to Carmen, “Thanks again for being able to look after her.” She smiled back, “Not a problem.”

It wasn’t long after Lando had left, but you found yourself back on the bathroom floor, gripping on to the toilet for physical and moral support. Carmen gently stroke your back and held you hair out of your way.

“This must be a terrible stomach bug, Y/N. How long have you had it for?” You rested your head on your arms, trying to gather your thoughts together. “Uh, nearly every day for the past two weeks. I must be allergic to something I’ve been eating I guess.”

“Y/N, I don’t mean to intrude on your personal life, but when was your last period?”

You sat back against the bathroom wall and your mouth dropped open, as you realized you had missed your period, by a lot.

“Oh God, i-it was ages ago. But I’ve been so busy with the team and everything going on at McLaren with Lando and Daniel, I haven’t been paying attention.” You pressed your face into your hands, “How could I be so stupid? Lando probably doesn’t even want a kid, I mean we’re only 26 and we haven’t really talked about it and-”

You felt Carmen’s hand on your shoulder. “Let’s not panic until we know anything for sure. Do you think you’ll be able to manage if I run to the shops for 5 minutes?”

You didn’t really want to be left alone, but you needed to know if you were pregnant or not. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be okay.”

The next while passed in a blur, you were still sick while Carmen was out, you cried, you took the pregnancy test, but now it you had to play waiting game. 5 minutes had never felt so long.

Carmen wrapped her arms around you as you were shaking, mostly with nerves, but with a little bit of excitement too. You’ve always dreamed of having a kid, but your life was so demanding, you hadn’t really had the chance to think about it.

The sound of the alarm snapped you out of your trance. “Okay, it’s time.” You slowly made your way over to the sink, picking up the pregnancy test, and you hand reached up to cover your mouth.

“Car, I’m pregnant.”

Hours later, Lando finally returned home. Carmen had just left after comforting you for hours, but that didn’t stop the sobbing currently coming from you.

“Y/N, how are yo-” He paused as he entered the bedroom, not expecting to be met with you sat on the side of your bed, distraught. “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong. Do I need to get you to a hospital?”

You shook your head frantically, and patted the space beside you, motioning for Lando to sit beside you.

Your voice just about managed to whisper, “I need to tell you something, promised you won’t be mad.”

He nodded his head softly, “I could never be mad at you, my dear.”

You grabbed his hand and leaned over to the beside table, grabbing the pregnancy test to explain your story.

“Uh so, I’ve been sick for a while, but since I wasn’t at the last few races, you didn’t notice and I didn’t tell you. But this morning I took a test, and, uh, well, I’m pregnant.”

Lando looked shocked, but it didn’t take long for the shock to be replaced by pure joy. “You’re pregnant? Y/N, that’s amazing!” He turned towards you, but with a more serious tone. “Do you not want it? Is that why you were crying? I don’t mind if you don’t want it, it’s totally up to you.”

“You want it?” You asked, your voice breaking.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” “We never really got the chance to talk, and I was worried that maybe you thought we’re too young, or you didn’t want kids at all.”

“Y/N, I want kids. I want a whole family with you. I love the journey the two of us have had together, but I want to share our journey with more people, people that we create.”

You started grinning from ear to ear, and engulfed him in a massive hug.

“We’re going to be parents, Lan.”

“We’re going to be the best parents ever.”

“I love you Y/N, forever and always.”

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A little hand patting your shoulder snapped you out of your reminiscing. “Mama, can we go now? I can’t be late to Penelope’s tea party. Max will be dressing up too!”

You smiled up at her, and it was like looking at a carbon copy of Lando. From her beautiful brown curls to her blue eyes that were so easy to get lost in, and of course her little giggle, nearly identical to her husband’s.

“Of course Lana. We can’t let you miss the tea party.” You started to stand up and dust any dirt off of your jeans.

Lana pulled a bunch of daisies and buttercups out of her pocket. “Mama, can you send these to Dada? I hate how he’s racing all the time now, I miss him.”

You patted the girls head. “Of course I can, now go head to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” You watched as she bounced her way to the car, skipping and singing as she went along.

You looked at the flowers in your hand, and placed them on the grave in front of you.

Lando Norris

Dearly missed by his family and friends

Rest in Peace

Tears welled up in your eyes, but your frantically blinked them away, trying to be strong for your daughter.

“Lando, I know what you’re probably thinking. It’s terrible that I haven’t told our child that her Dad has died, but I can’t do it.”

The tears were streaming down your face now.

“You’re her favourite person. How do I tell our angel that she won’t see you again? I don’t believe it most days. I wake up every morning, praying that your accident was just a nightmare, and that you’ll wake up beside me.”

You started choking on your sobs now.

“I love you Lando, forever and always, and our little girls does too. Never forget that, okay? I miss you so so much my love. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

And with that, you turned away from the grave and headed to your car.

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windwardstar · 28 days

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For the writers ask game!! 4) Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

10) Top three favourite fic tropes.

33) Give your writing a compliment :D

4. Was answered in a previous ask.

But of the unnamed reccuring character i had to make up for the fic. (Aka what are technically original characters in A Man in Time You'll Be)

The nie sect has I think like 3-4 unnamed aunts and uncles, the older cousin who is just Tangjie so far, and the head Smith. They have potential to appear again in later chapters. I also essentially had to craft the characters for nie dad and both nie moms.

The lan sect has great grandmother, a great aunt (by marriage), a first cousin (once removed), a sect aunt, and a sect sister. They also have the potential to show up in later chapters. Also had to create more of a characterization and backstory for mama lan.

They happen when I need more reccuring background characters and who are present enough that giving them some kind of characterization and identifying title/name is conducive to helping keep them distinct.

10..my top three favorite fic tropes.

...I don't know. Uh crack taken seriously I think. Where people start off with a joke premise or idea and then decide oh wait actually I can make it work and go whole hog. Also that part where the writer goes this was meant to be smut and then there's like 10k of story and worldbuilding and niche information and the actual relationship is a footnote at best to a story that ended up something else. Like oh the real porn here is the worldbuilding you can skip the smut and it doesn't matter. And uh aus of things I am already familiar with? I love seeing well done au where the au highlights aspects of the characters in ways that fundamentally alters and adds to your understanding of the character.

Wait I know. Cowboy/western au. I don't usually need more than that to give it a look.

33. Give my writing a compliment.

Um. Ok. Um. ... I am good at handling a large number of characters and juggling multiple ongoing plot lines.

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rosethornewrites · 8 months

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Recent NR, E, & M reading

Haven’t read a lot lately. Trying to get back into it.

Finished

Not Rated:

In The Heat Of The Moment, by NebulusCharlie

Lan Zhan has been missing Wei Ying and decides to take him up on his offer to visit Lotus Pier...

Explicit:

Set Me Free, by jiejieaini (locked)

“Xian-gege!!” A-Yuan’s voice sounded so weak despite his obvious fear.

“Hand him over, Wei Wuxian!”

“If you lay a hand on him Hanguang-Jun will kill you.”

“Why would Lan Wangji care?” Jin Zixun scoffed.

In a moment that Wei Wuxian couldn’t decide whether was genius or utter foolishness he told possibly the boldest lie he had ever told in his life.

“Because this is Lan Yuan. Hanguang-Jun is his father.”

——————

The only option when A-Yuan is sickened by resentful energy is to take him to Cloud Recesses for treatment. When Wei Wuxian is captured by the Jins on his way he plays the only card he has. He tells them that the boy is Lan Wangji’s son. Now he needs Lan Wangji to play along.

paired wings soaring, by typefortydeductions (2 chapters, locked)

“Oh.” Wei Ying stops trying to find his phone, gives his hand over entirely to Lan Zhan’s attention. “You wanna go by yourself? Will it be alright?”

“Mm.” Lan Zhan kisses his palm, his knuckles, the back of his hand. No, he wants to say, childishly. No, it won’t be alright, and you should come with me, navigate this worsening, this new set of things to unpack. You should kiss me as I call my brother, my uncle. You should sit in the strange silence of Mama and Shushu in a room together and let me hold your hand so tight that your knuckles grind.

He doesn’t say any of that. He lets go of Wei Ying’s hand. He calls Xichen, and leaves him a ten-second-long voicemail. He begins to pack.

When Lan Zhan's mother falls ill, he moves back home, bringing with him his boyfriend, Wei Ying. As it turns out, it's the best decision he could have made.

Mature:

Lessons in Belonging, by Nyatci (6 chapters)

Lan Zhan looks back at various moments during the years and thinks about the emotional wounds caused by Wei Ying’s adoptive family.

Or alternatively:

5 times Lan Zhan worried about Wei Ying and 1 time he realized he didn’t have to worry anymore.

Love Bites, by MajiLovePrincess

Wei Ying has a soulmark. Lan Zhan doesn’t. This is a problem until it isn’t.

Or, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are hopelessly in love, and Wei Ying is really cursing the kid who bit him when he was five years old.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

One more time with feeling, by Hauntcats

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are married and settled into Cloud Recesses when Wei Ying finds himself back in Lotus Pier before leaving for the Lan lectures.

Or Really? I'm back in time again? Wahhh - Wei Ying.

Explicit:

Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch

“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”

“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.

“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”

“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.

“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”

“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.

“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”

Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.

Mature:

To Ride A Stygian Tiger, by Madyamisam

Wei Wuxian changes fate and is wounded while saving Jin Zixuan at the Qiongqi bridge and a great mystery starts to unravel many hidden secrets never known before. While trying to deal with his own increasing madness, seeing threats everywhere in past, present and future, he sets an impossible task to save everyone he ever cared about with his very life and soul.

travelers through the empty gate, by stiltonbasket

Ten years after eliminating the Jiang and Nie clans, Emperor Wen Ruohan is dethroned by a young demonic cultivator from the outlands of Yiling, who surpasses him in both talent and cruelty. Where Wen Ruohan burned his enemies, Emperor Yiling raises his from the dead, and sends them through the imperial city to hunt down every last remnant of the Wen clan that tries to evade his clutches.

The last thing Lan Wangji wants to do with the Yiling huangdi is marry him.

Unfortunately, his family's fall from grace leaves him with no other choice.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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idkfnok · 1 year

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11:11: Let Me Show You (p2)

Main Characters: Jehraye "Jay" Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

A real slow-burn

PT 1

I get back home to Georgia after 11p.m. I lowkey wanted to call Jehraye, but I figured he would’ve been asleep. I get in my car and drive, I loved going back to N.O. but, I did miss downtown Augusta. It’s similar to a lot of places but, still aint nothing like it. I get home, take my bags up to my apartment, take a shower, reheat that white chicken chili I had left, I ate and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning around 10, with A missed call from My mama. I know she’s calling to ask about New Orleans. I made a mental note to call her later. I brush my teeth and get dressed before heading over to the Tattoo shop that Nya owns and doing a little voluntary receptionist work for awhile. I love coming to her shop. Because not only did I get free reign to the little snack bar she had. I got to interact with some cool ass people too. Nya’s a traditional tattoo artist. The people in her shop though, were cartoonist and realist, shit, she even had a traditional stick -and - poke artist too. Dymo, the Realist, actually did the portrait of my great grandma I got three years ago after she passed. All of their work was top-notch. Nya wouldn’t stand for anything else. Which showed, not only in her work, but that of the one’s she hired too.

She was always playing music too. It jumped all over the place. She went from indie artists like music by this dude named Money from Atlanta, Russ to Rodwave, Kodak black, Jacob banks, King von, Kirk franklin to Gallant and Marco Mckinnis ; all the way to Panic at the Disco and all things in between.Crazy enough, the dude “Money” is one of her best friends. Her only preference in most aspects of her life was “I like it.” Music was no different. Mari Walked in at about 11:30. I knew then, my voluntary duties were done. I got up from the desk, hugged Mari, yelled that I was leaving and made my way out of the shop and to the Mall so I can go stare at the back of Spencer’s and ponder not buying shit before I made my way to Victoria’s secret and sniffed around for perfume to buy at their semi annual sale. I picked up the Rainbow Shower, Desert Sky and Cactus Water.

What does the schedule look like for the rest of the day?

“Consultation at 11: 45, Surgery at 12:30 , then lunch ; You’re tightening Miah’s braces, check the schedule for tomorrow and we should both be outta here by 4.

Cool.”

“ So how was your wednesday?”

It was good, why you ask?

“Jaelai told me you went on a date or something yesterday morning.”

Tell yo wife to mind her business.

“My wife, yo sister.”

I bet she the one who sent Toni ass to my table.

“Nooooo. What she say?”

She was chill until I give her the tip, then she talmbout “Make sure you get yo child”

“No she didn’t”

The hell if she didn’t! had my date looking at me funny

“😂”

That shit ain’t funny. Im tryna support her and she throwing salt in the game 😂

“Toni was always fucking with you. She’s been doing it as long as she’s been with Kieran

I know. But, damn if she don’t do it at the worst times.

“Well you got the crybaby today so, be prepared.”

She never cried with me.I don’t know what you be doing to my niece but she don’t like it

“I’m her daddie.”

Maybe it’s because you white.

“I have been white her whole life.”

Ion know maybe she just like me better.

“ Yeah because you always give her what she want.”

She ten , why not?

“I feel sorry for any man who dates any of your daughters.”

Why you say that?

“Cause her like whoever her mama gonna be, is gonna be spoiled to hell. Cause you brother, are a Hopeless Romantic with a damn good job and a real love of women.”

Always. Speaking of romance, you just reminded me that I gotta call Lan once I get off.

The rest of the day went by smooth. The consultation led to another appointment next month for braces, I tightened my nieces braces and The surgery; started and finished quicker than I expected. I was outta the office by 4: 15 . I got in my car and called Alani.

“Hello.”

Hey gorgeous, how you doing?

“I’m doing aight”

That’s good. , how has your day been? Give me details please

“It was pretty good. I woke up, ate, brushed my teeth, got dressed and I went to Nya’s shop.”

Which one of your friends was Nya again?

“The one who had on the red bodycon dress.”

Okay

“ Yeah she’s a tattoo artist. I go to her shop sometimes to help and steal snacks.”

Uh huh

“ Talked to some customers and chilled until Mari got there.”

That’s the one with the red hair?

“Yep.”

Before you continue. Speaking of jobs, what do you do?

“I’m a doula.

Oh Okay, I’m a Orthodontist.

“ At 28?!”

Yes, I have been for like a year, almost two. Anyway, continue on.

“I left the shop, went to the mall and called my mama back after I left Victoria’s Secret, and i’ve been home for a few hours.

Foreal? Cool, i'm bout to Facetime you.

I press the camera icon and wait for her to answer. When she does, the first thing I notice is how shiny her lips are. She has this 90’s lip combo. You know the one with the 5% tint around the edges and it looks amazing on her. I compliment her and our conversation continues. She tells me that she is a birth doula and some of what that entails. I ain’t ever see anybody give birth but, the way she describes it makes it sound like one of the scariest and most beautiful things ever. Most of her clients are Black women, second time moms who have had terrible experiences in the hospital. From women almost dying because nurses and doctors try to write their pain off as “normal” shit.

If the person dealing with this is telling you that they can’t breathe, they have a splitting headache or can’t feel their legs long after the epidural should’ve worn off, you should listen. Hearing her recount some of these stories pissed me off. You shouldn’t fear for your or child’s life coming into the hospital. I learned some things like water births are really popular and are often more relaxing for the mother. That tidbit of information I tucked into my back pocket.

We talked about the time my tooth went through the bottom of my lip and left a scar when I was a kid, my first sexual experience at 14 that involved licking whipped cream off of some pussy once or twice. She told me about the time she ran head first into a brick wall when she was 8 and how she snorted salt up her nose when she was 13 because she “wanted to see what it felt like if she ever snorted powder.” on some wild shit. I was really enjoying the conversation. So much so, that I hadn’t realized I was home, sitting in my car for the past five hours. I looked at the time on my phone and it was 9:40 and I needed to get in the house so that I could shower, eat and go to bed.

Things continued that way for a few more days. Us updating one another throughout the day, nightly phone calls, early morning voice messages. Sending badly angled and funny looking pictures of each other from facetime calls. I've watched her get dressed and she’s watched me get undressed. We’ve fallen asleep on the phone only to wake up and one of us has hung up. And it’s usually her. We’ve given one another recipes. Her recipe for brown butter chocolate chip pecan cookies is top tier and she gave me a lot of praise on my five cheese macaroni. Before I knew it, the Thursday of our date had shown up. I woke up that morning to the reminder and was hella excited. I had been thinking about what to cook for two days now and I decided on Smothered Okra with shrimp and tomatoes over rice. I called her, told her what I had in mind; she said it sounded good and she was going to cook the same; but add chicken to it.

We Facetimed each other while shopping for food. I helped her pick out the proper seasonings and ingredients needed for the dish and advised her to pick up a bag of Basmati rice instead of “regular” rice. I picked up cut okra while she wanted the whole Okra.I grabbed a bottle of wine and she passed on that. We went back to our houses and started preparing the meal. I ain't feel like chopping onions, so I bought the pre-cut ones. She was all about the full process. She chopped her onions, peppers and all while I watched as she struggled to cut some of ‘em because she don’t know how to properly handle a knife. She more than proved my point when she sliced her damned finger, dropped the knife and probably almost cut her foot too.

Baby, be careful, please!

“I’m fine Jehraye, it’s just a little cut. The knife ain’t that sharp”

And that’s probably the problem Lan. Get you some better knives Bae.

“My knives work just fine.”

No they do not, clearly. You were struggling to cut the bell pepper.

“That’s because I don’t know how to cut shit.”

Aight, so you got one option, start buying pre-cut vegetables.

“I will not.”

Then I suggest you get on youtube and learn how to use knives because I'mma order you some new ones.

“Jay-”

No, bae you don’t wanna use pre- cut stuff, I'm getting you new knives. So go ‘head and give me A FedEx drop off, P.O. box, your address or something.

“How about this-”

If ain’t no solution in this baby, don’t even say nothing.

“How about when you come visit me, we can look at knives together.”

Aight that sounds- wait! You gonna let me come see you?!

“Yes sir. Just not until the end of the month.”

Baaaaaabbbbbbyyyy, that’s like 3 weeks away.

“You’ll be fine.”

Nuh uh…. My doctor said if I don’t see you in two weeks imma die.

“Ohhh you so dramatic 😂 yo ass is not gonna die.”

When I am touch deprived for a long time, I start to waste away into a pile of dirt.

“I can’t with you. Jehraye Guidry, you are something else.”

We talk while finishing up the food and once she turns her smothered Okra and shrimp down she announces that she’s about to get in the shower so she can get dressed and the rest of our date can continue. We hang up and about 35 minutes later she’s calling me while she finishes up the rest of her routine. I don't mind because I am also on the tail end of finishing up my hair. I choose to go with a braid out because I know she’s wanted to see my hair. She calls back when I am almost done taking out my last braid. She’s putting on lipgloss and perfume. When she looks at the camera, she gasps and says “Your hair!”

Yeah. you said you wanted to see it out so, I decided to wear it out.

“You look so cute. Now I really wanna play in it.”

Well, when I come to see you; you can play in it for a few minutes

“Why only a few minutes?”

You think Imma come to Augusta and just sit around? We gotta order knives and I wanna go to the mellow mushroom. You said it was a cool bar and I wanna see a lil bit of your city.

“But what if I wanna just lay up with you and play in your hair?”

We can do that. But, you already told me that you like rubbing on folks and I like being rubbed on. That goes on for too long, We might end up in a few more positions than you intended , and you gon be doing a hell of a lot more than playing in my hair.

“ I’m down for wherever that leads us.”

Alani

“Jehraye”

Let me be clear, you rubbing on me…we fucking.

“I understand what you’re saying.”

Yeah, but are you okay with that happening?

“Yes, I want it to.”

Aight. Listen, I've been waiting for this.

“What do you mean?”

I purposefully ain’t been jacking off for about a week.”

“Okay.”

And imma hold off until I get to you.

“Oohhhhh”

Yeah so, you better be prepared.

“I hear you.”

We sit down at our tables and begin eating. I wait to see her take her first bite. I wanted her to like it because the recipe I gave her is truly my own and I wanted to know if she fucked with it. The way my eyes lit up when I saw hers damn near bulge out of her head; the only way I coulda been any happier in that moment was if she and I were sitting in front of each other. I spooned some of the food into my mouth as she moaned satisfactorily at the first taste of my food, she had no idea she was eating. After telling her that I couldn't wait to see her, our conversation took a very sexual turn as we discussed some of the things we were and weren’t willing to do.

“How do you feel about aftercare?”

I rarely ever do it, but the times I have; i’ve enjoyed it.

“Why don’t you do it more?”

My goal is to satisfy the woman and myself, if that puts her to sleep; so be it.

“So aint nobody ever put you to sleep?”

Some have.

“Well, I expect aftercare.”

And you gon get it, if you aint sleep.

So what’s your views on sucking dick?

“I like it. I only do it like a spur of the moment thing. I don’t plan it.”

Okay. I like kissing.That’s before, definitely during and after sex.

“Me too.”’

Aight so, how would you feel if I wanted to eat yo ass?

“That’s a “no”.”

How come?

“I like to kiss, eating ass and kissing don’t usually go hand-in-hand.”

Gotcha

You can bite and choke me though

“For real?”

Yes, Guidry. I’m cool with that; spanking, and to some degree, restraint.

“Oh baby, you gonna have the time of your life.”

And another thing.

“Yes?”

I am loud, and it ain’t always cute, especially if i’m enjoying it.

“Bae, I’m trying to put you in a position where you NEED aftercare. I don’t expect it to be cute.”

Speaking of, what is a typical aftercare routine for you?

“ simple shit.Take you to the toilet, sit with you while you pee. Run you a shower, help clean you up. I’ll carry you if I have to. I’m a cuddler so, after I feel like you’re situated, I’ll clean up and cuddle you for a while. I might fall asleep, if I don’t within the hour; you can expect waffles to be made. But that is the least I would do.”

I want somewhere closer to the most you can do.

“Then you can’t fall asleep or I can do some of it during or before we fuck.”

Okay , I'm cool with that.

I’ll be honest, having this conversation with him right now, was definitely making me horny and in times like this, I am very grateful that I was born a woman. I have no doubt in my mind that if we were next to each other right now, he would be able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him. Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched together and I felt that familiar tingle in my stomach. He didn’t help any with his hair falling into his face, licking his lips and kissing at me. The rest of that date, I was going back and forth with mindfulness and imagining what he would feel like inside of me. What his tongue and fingers felt like. What he sounds like when he moans, is he a hard or soft dom. What does he say, if anything while he’s having sex. Just then, I decided to ask.

Jehraye.

“Yes, ma’am”

Do you talk during sex?

“Yes, I do. I talk, moan, cuss, I might say something in french.

You speak French?

A little,

“Oh okay. I might make it my goal to hear some of that from you.

“ You get some French outta me, we locked in. the last person I did that with, we was together for 3 years.”

That ain’t THAT long .

“When you 17, yes it is.”

Fair point.

I don’t know why I decided to ask him that knowing it would lead me directly out of mindfulness and into fantasy land. I was still eating and talking but I wasn’t at this date. I was in my bed with this guy I just met three weeks ago, with my face buried into a pillow while he fucked me as I screamed his name in pure ecstasy. Jay must have noticed because when he finally got my attention back he said “ I’m thinking about it too and I’m bricked the fuck up, baby.” “Jaaayyy” his name comes out way more lust-filled than I intended.“ When I get ahold of you, you’ll know I meant what I said on our first date at Nana’s.” He says. “ All I ask is that you don’t run from me. If you need me to slow down or stop, that’s fine. But DO NOT RUN.” “Why not?” I ask. “ It aggravates me and I'm gonna want to punish you for it.” “How come?” “ cause if we fucking, you wanted this dick. So, unless you say “stop” or I feel like I'm hurting you, you taking EVERY inch I got.” “Damn, It’s like that Jay 🙃?” I say. He comes back with “Ion get in no pussy I don’t wanna be in.”

At that moment, I wanted this man more than I have the past few weeks. We talked some more about our personal “Do’s and Don'ts” of sex, and by the time this date was over, Jay had put his hair back up, I was wishing that I wore underwear. Maybe it was best that I didn’t. I’m not a fan of that cold shit hitting my pussy when I pull my underwear back up. Our date continues on and we finish our food. We stay on facetime for the rest of the night, of course we fell asleep on the phone. This time though I didn’t hang up and awoke to see Jay getting dressed. I watched him for a few minutes before saying “Good morning.” He looked at the camera and said “good morning bae.”

Uh uh, where you going?

“ 🙂I’m taking my nieces out for a lil bit of fun today.”

awwwww , what are ya’ll gonna do?

“They wanna go to the trampoline park and the movies.”

Okay, what are ya’ll gonna watch?

“They wanna see Tiana's Place”

Oh okay, I saw a few commercials for that.

“yeah”

Why y'all leaving so early though?

“So I can catch the matinee, These girls are pricey.”

You shouldn’t be worried about that.

“What you mean?”

The way you did and were willing to spend on me in Nola…

“Yea, now Imagine that on a slightly smaller scale, times three.”

Yep. Baby catch that matinee

Exactly 😂that, on top of gas and feeding them whatever they wanna eat when one of em, wants crumbl cookie and subway; the other one gonna want wendy’s but, a blizzard from sonic and the baby, she aint eating nothing that ain’t a 6pce nugget happy meal with apple slices and a mcflurry wit extra oreos.

Ohhh with the way you spend money, you must be a damn popular Dentist.

“I make good money but I also have a roommate so I can save a bit more.”

Oh okay. Good Well, Imma let you go so you can enjoy your day with your nieces.

“Aht aht.”

What?

“When did we start hanging up without kisses?”

I blow a kiss at the phone and Jay says “Thank you” and hangs up.

My Friday was pretty laid back. Until it wasn’t. My client went into an early labor, so I turned off Law & Order and made my way to North Augusta. When I got there I was the only part of her birthing team present. Because she hadn’t called anyone else yet. She’s one of the patients I offer free advice and to some degree birthing services to, as part of my program where I help young single mothers cope with, prepare for and assist during birth. Despite this being her second time giving birth, she was terrified. I could see it in her eyes. She feared the pain, the uncertainty and a second breech birth. About five minutes after I got there we made calls to the rest of her birthing team, and set up the pool.

We sat her in it and talked through the contractions and tried to keep her calm until it was time for her to push. I held her hand, and fed her some strawberries and ice chips while she focused on breathing and pushing. About 3 hours later Her son had started to crown. When we told her, she started crying. This baby wasn’t breech and maybe this labor would be easier. Forty-five minutes after that baby Eanion Ahzi Rivers was born. He was so adorable. We got him cleaned up and I stayed for a few hours after and took care of the baby while she rested. I Picked my phone up and saw I had 2 missed calls from Jay. Eanion’s mama was a wake so I stepped out to return bae’s calls.

“You musta been sleep.”

No. I just helped deliver a baby a few hours ago.

“For real! How’d it go? Are mama and the baby okay?”

Yes, She had a little boy.

“Awwww. How are you doing though?”

I’m fine, we were prepared for a breech birth but he came out head first and he is the chubbiest lil thing you ever did see. How was the day with ya nieces?

“ listen, next time, they can’t get the Aux.”

Why?

“I fuck with Gracie’s corner but, I wanna hear some Akeem ali, Russ, D4L, Ludacris or something while i’m driving .”

Jay, you don’t wanna know what sound the letter makes 😂?

“Hell no, I’m outta school shit 😂”

Well, It seems like you had just as good of a day as I did.

“I did. I love spending time with my nieces and nephews. I’m their favorite uncle.”

I bet you are. You’re definitely one of my favorite people.

“Awwwww, you mean that?”

Yeah.

“Aight, then sit on my face when I get to Augusta.”

JEHRAYE

“ALANI”

GUIDRY

“Quit calling me by my government like that.”

Well what do you want me to call you ?

“Jumbo dick Jay”

OMG you-

“I’m bullshiting. It ain’t that big. It’s just right for the body it's attached to.”

I bet. When are you gonna book your flight?

“Next week.”

Good, that way I can set my schedule up right. How long do you plan on staying?

“Two days.”

Okay.

“Yeah, clear that schedule.”

I will.

After that she had to go back and attend to her client. I went to hang out with Kieran and Asa. Asa, my best friend since middle school and the one who leaves me stranded on these road trips is a High School AP Calculus teacher. Kieran, my best friend since junior year of college and now roommate, is an HR consultant. Asa has always wanted to be a teacher. Despite the pay and us trying to convince him to at least go into the college sector, loves what he does. He had a hard time with math when we were little and it frustrated him so, he decided he was gonna do what he had to. He wanted math to come almost as easy to him as English and history did, and he made it happen. This nigga is one of the smartest people I know and he deserves every praise he gets. He’s worked hard for it. Kieran on the other hand, Is married; well was married to Toni and they have a 4 year old son together. My Godson Kieran Jamez “KJ” Landry Jr. He always had a thing for Toni so, when they started dating, she became his girlfriend and I became both of their friends and the third wheel. And despite going through a divorce; which I think is stupid because they clearly still love and want each other; these motherfuckas are hard headed and are hurting because they tryna teach eachother lessons. But I can’t force them together. Me and the guys hang out for a few hours and then we head to our respective homes. I get in, Call Alani, we talk for awhile and I go to sleep.

PT 1

#love #romance #fluff #smut #black woman #black couple #black man #black women #black men #black tumblr #black beauty #black ff #black woman appreciation #black writers #plus size reader #x chubby reader

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wisedawn13 · 1 year

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(wip) Reincarnation AU

Modern reincarnation wangxian au where A-Yuan remembers his past life, in parts, right away. He doesn't really remember specifics yet, or any of the bad things. There's only one thing he knows for sure: he needs to find his dads.

A-Yuan lives in an orphanage and is the ideal child for anyone, only that every time someone comes in who wants to adopt him, he throws a fit and acts out. He will not be taken. Not while he waits.

Then one day, he's told there's someone who'd like to meet him.

A-Yuan gets ready to do his thing—he was in the middle of a gripping story (There's a Wocket In My Pocket) and hates to be disturbed—but when he looks up he finds familiar gold eyes. "Diedie," he breathes.

The shock is apparent on Lan Zhan's face, but it quickly softens.

"Hello, A-Yuan. I am Lan Zhan. Would you like to get to know each other and see if you would like to live with me?" Lan Zhan says.

A-Yuan shakes his head. Lan Zhan's expression falters slightly and the lady who works there lets out a sigh. Then, "No! You may adopt me now."

The adults are stunned. Shocked. Entirely flabbergasted. This is not how anyone expected this to go. A-Yuan is notoriously against adoption, the lady had warned Lan Zhan about this fact and he came in knowing that, but still feeling like he had to at least meet him.

There was something drawing him to the child. He was prepared for screaming, yelling, crying. He was prepared to be denied. But then he called him diedie immediately. He said he could adopt him.

A-Yuan, on the other hand, is entirely certain in his choice.

No point in wasting time when he knows he's meant to go home with his dieie. Oh... But where is his baba? He's not here. Maybe baba was too busy to come? But that's silly. How could he be too busy for A-Yuan.

A-Yuan pouts, letting out a small huff and crossing his arms.

"Where's baba?"

Lan Zhan's face goes through many minute emotions in quick succession before finally settling again. (Baba? Not mama? There's no way he could know Lan Zhan is gay. Right? How...) He gently clears his throat. "No baba, A-Yuan. Apologies, but it is just me."

No baba? So diedie isn't with baba yet? Well that settles it! A-Yuan turns to look at Lan Zhan with determination written on his face. "Okay. You may adopt me and I will find baba for you. Deal?" He sticks out his tiny hand and Lan Zhan stares at it for a moment.

"A-Yuan doesn't want a mama?"

At that, A-Yuan squints his eyes, slowly pulling back his hand. "Does diedie want me to have a mama?" he asks, suspicion dripping from his tone. A-Yuan isn't so certain now if that means he can't have his baba.

Then Lan Zhan shakes his head.

"No, I was merely asking." Lan Zhan pauses a moment, considering something. "I am gay," he admits quietly.

A-Yuan beams and shoves his hand back out. "Great! Then I will help diedie find baba! Deal?"

Lan Zhan huffs out a laugh and shakes his hand. "Deal."

And so they get things settled and eventually, A-Yuan is finally home with his diedie. He allows himself a week. One week to settle before his next mission starts: find baba and make him and diedie fall in love!

It turns out to be much harder than he thought.

The world (their town) is a bigger place than he expected and he is merely one small A-Yuan. But he refuses to let this drag him down. He is determined.

Diedie and baba are meant to be together. He knows this in his bones. It comes to him easier than breathing. He will find him.

A-Yuan (now finally named Lan Yuan) is not getting frustrated. He's not. Only... He finally found his diedie, so why hasn't be found his baba?

Baba and diedie were always around each other. Best friends. Lovers. Happy. Perfect.

A-Yuan needs to find him, but how?

Lan Zhan notices a determined frustration around A-Yuan. Worried A-Yuan wasn't comfortable in his new home (or with him) he questioned him once and got the response of "Baba is being mean and hiding and I don't know how to find him!" with the smallest stomp of his foot.

His heart simultaneously broke and melted. So he asked if he could help.

A-Yuan slowly turned his head, eyes squinting into an almost calculating gaze. He stared for about a minute before giving one short nod. "Mn. Okay. You take me out baba hunting."

"Baba hunting?"

"Yeah! Diedie will take A-Yuan out to the park, mall—OH! Can we get icecream??—and A-Yuan will be his adorbable self to draw in the babas. But A-Yuan will find the one true baba!" He tilted his chin up, eyes closed. "A-Yuan will beat his quest!"

Lan Zhan was stunned.

So he agreed.

That's how A-Yuan and Lan Zhan spent their summer. It was... Strange. But they got a lot closer and Lan Zhan spent a lot more time out around other people (which his brother says is good for him but he fails to see the benefit).

No baba. He's not frustrated!

It's the last day of the summer, right before A-Yuan is supposed to start school, and he begged his diedie to take him out one more time—eyes large, bottom lip jutted out.

So they're walking in the park, day coming to a close, when he hears it. A laugh so familiar it hurts.

A-Yuan whips his head in the direction, frantically searching for the source. Where? Where where whe—

And then he sees him. His baba.

He's across the park heading to the sidewalk. A-Yuan is frozen for a moment, watching him laugh and walk, until his diedie touches his shoulder.

"A-Yuan?" Lan Zhan asks gently. "You are crying. What's wrong?"

Huh? Oh... A-Yuan hadn't realized he was crying. But he can't—he can't say anything. So he shakes his head.

"A-Yuan?"

He shakes his head again, a small choked out whine slips out.

Concerned, Lan Zhan kneels down.

Then A-Yuan gasps and starts to run.

His baba. His baba is walking towards a car. His baba is going to leave.

No.

No no no!

He finally found him, he can't leave!

So he runs as fast as he can, feeling all to small.

"Baba!" He cries out in a choked sob. Nothing.

He doesn't hear; he doesn't know.

A-Yuan is frantic and overwhelmed. He needs—

"BABA!"

Lan Zhan catches up, swiftly lifting him into an embrace (all to aware of the stares of parents around him at the scene of his chasing a crying child who's calling out to someone else).

He holds him tight and gentle shushes him.

"A-Yuan. A-Yuan, breathe." His voice is low and soothing.

A breath hitches in A-Yuan chest and he sniffles, staring into his diedie's eyes.

"D-diedie," he whispers. "I found baba. We need—we need to—" A-Yuan shudders.

"Shh," Lan Zhan says as he pets A-Yuan's head. "Breathe."

A-Yuan takes a big breath without hiccuping and lets it out. "Found baba. We have to talk to him! He needs to be my baba. Please!"

And how could Lan Zhan ever say no to his pleading?

"Okay. Where?"

A-Yuan whips his head around once more, searching the area he'd last seen his baba. He's...

Not there?

A small whimper squeaks out of A-Yuan. He... Failed? No. But baba was right there! How could this be? If only he'd been faster, louder, clearer, then maybe—

"Excuse me?"

A gentle voice.

A calming voice.

A familiar voice.

A-Yuan turns his head to find his baba standing close by, just off to the side from where he had been looking. He stares in slack-jawed awe.

"I'm sorry, I just—" he huffs, shifting nervously. His eyes aren't looking at him.

A-Yuan feels his diedie nod his head and then the man—HIS BABA—moves a little closer and kneels down in front of him to look into A-Yuan's eyes.

"Hey, little radish." A-Yuan's chest squeezes and he chokes out a sob. "Oh! No! Hey, I'm sorry. I just wanted to check on you."

A-Yuan nods his head frantically, twisting in his diedie's grip until Lan Zhan gets the message and lets go. All at one A-Yuan barrels into his baba and tackles him in a hug.

"Baba!" He whined as he squeezes tighter.

He hears a hitched breath and then arms wrap around him.

He's safe.

Warm.

Home.

He's finally home.

A-Yuan sobs fully and without restraint, his grip like a vice.

Lan Zhan watches this with mounting worry, he moves to take A-Yuan away from this (extremely beautiful but he's not looking) stranger, but A-Yuan tightens his hold.

"It's alright," the man says before he starts to gently rock A-Yuan while humming a song.

Lan Zhan stares and there's a weird feeling in his chest at the sight of it all. He definitely feels that he should be far more concerned about his song being in the arms of a stranger.

He's not.

There's something that feels almost right about it all. And A-Yuan...

A-Yuan ran to him, called him 'baba,' and chose to hug him.

After two months of 'baba hunting,' Lan Zhan allows A-Yuan this moment. But he's completely out of his element, unsure of what's to come.

The man continues rocking and humming, running his hands up and down A-Yuan's back. Eventually he calms, going completely limp, and it only takes a glance for Lan Zhan to realize he fell asleep.

There's a moment where he just stares at the pair and knows it feels right.

He makes eye contact with the man, and the man smiles up at him. That's when he knows for sure that he wants this man in his life.

Lan Zhan doesn't know how, but A-Yuan found exactly who Lan Zhan would want.

Exactly who he would need.

And Lan Zhan needs.

Lan Zhan reaches for A-Yuan and the man startles slightly.

"Oh, right haha you probably want your kid back," he says sheepishly, gently maneuvering the sleeping child into Lan Zhan's embrace.

"Mn, thank you. I apologize for the inconvenience."

"Not at all! No need for sorry!"

Lan Zhan pauses, something tingling in the base of his chest. He nods. "Mn."

"Ah! I'm Wei Ying!" The man—Wei Ying—smiles again. It's blinding, like the sun, and Lan Zhan never wants to look away. He's risk blindness if that smile could be burned into him.

"Lan Zhan."

Wei Ying's smile softens. "Lan Zhan. Right, well. I kinda need to go, my siblings are—and I just," he trails off.

Lan Zhan nods.

There's a beat of silence where anticipation and uncertainty swell.

"He called me baba." It's barely a whisper but Lan Zhan hears it clearly.

"He called me diedie immediately when we first met," Lan Zhan supplies.

Wei Ying laughs. It's bright and warm. "Guess that means we have to date now, huh?" It's tease. Clearly a tease. But that doesn't stop Lan Zhan's ears from heating up.

"Ridiculous."

Wei Ying smirks.

"That's me. I'm ridiculous. You know, Lan Zha—"

"WEI YING! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" Someone yells off in the distance and Wei Ying grimaces.

"Ah... Sorry, Lan Zhan. Guess I really do have to go now." There eyes meet and no one moves.

"WEI YING!" The angry voice comes again.

Wei Ying sighs. "Right. Um. Do you—no. That's silly. I'll just—"

"I do," Lan Zhan cuts in.

Wei Ying swivels on the foot he was turning away on. "You do?" He laughs. "Lan Zhan, you don't even know what I was gonna ask!"

He feels his face get warmer, his ears surely burning. "My number." It's not a question. It's an offer; an answer.

Wei Ying's eyes widen a fraction. "Y-yeah? Okay! Cool, sweet, great! Yes. Okay."

"Wei Ying."

"Yes! Right! Phone!" Wei Ying fumbles in his pocket.

So Lan Zhan tells him his number and feels his phone buzz shortly after.

"Okay, I really have to go now, Lan Zhan!" He hesitates, staring at A-Yuan then back at Lan Zhan. "See ya."

"Mn. See you."

And with that, Wei Ying runs away leaving Lan Zhan with a sleeping A-Yuan behind.

A-Yuan wakes as they walk through the front door of their home. "Diedie? Where's baba?"

Lan Zhan hesitates, unsure on how to answer that. A-Yuan clearly views Wei Ying as his 'baba' but... They aren't. (Not yet)

"Wei Ying had to leave," he says carefully.

A-Yuan tears up. "Oh."

"I have acquired Wei Ying's cell phone number. Perhaps we may see him again."

"Really?" He asks hopefully.

"Mn. Not now though." A-Yuan deflates slightly. "A-Yuan needs to get ready for bed. He has a big day tomorrow."

"Ah, yes. School."

Lan Zhan pats him gently on the head. "It will be fine. You will do well and make friends."

A-Yuan scrunched his face. "So you say."

"So I say," Lan Zhan replies with a gentle mirth.

Getting ready for bed is a slow process, but A-Yuan is out relatively quickly.

Lan Zhan watches him sleep for a while, the gentle rise and fall of his chest soothing him, and then leaves to get ready for bed himself.

He has a lot of thoughts and feelings to sort through.

He has a text from a stranger to respond to.

He does none of that and falls asleep.

A-Yuan wakes up before his baba comes in the room to wake him. A sense of calm washes over him, relaxing his tiny body. He's held so much tension for so long, waiting for his parents and he's finally found them both.

He stares at the glowing stars stuck on his ceiling.

Despite all his wanting for his baba and diedie, he truly hadn't expected them to not be together. A-Yuan will make sure they fall in love because there's no other way it's meant to be.

He can remember so clearly the love they shared; unparalleled by any other. Pure.

He may be young, and may not know much just yet, but he knows that there has never been anyone else who loved more than Lan Wangji loved Wei Wuxian and the other way around.

Those names strike something in A-Yuan, a deep melancholic ache for a life long past.

It's not sad, exactly. He's very happy, especially now, but big emotions are a lot for a little A-Yuan.

When Lan Zhan enters to gently wake his son, he finds him softly crying in his bed. Immediately, Lan Zhan tenses as anxiety and worry course through him.

"A-Yuan," he says softly, moving to kneel by his bed. "A-Yuan, what's wrong?"

With a sniffle, A-Yuan turns his head to look at him, blinking slowly. He lets out a muffled whine and Lan Zhan's heart breaks.

Carefully and quickly he wraps his arms around him, pulling his close.

A-Yuan grips onto his shirt tightly and cries freely, tiny body shaking. He shushes him and hums, stroking his hair and back in a calming motion.

Eventually he calms, relaxing fully onto him.

"A-Yuan?" Lan Zhan asks.

He says something that's muffled by Lan Zhan's shirt.

Lan Zhan gives an inquisitive hum and A-Yuan shifts back so his face is free. Gently, Lan Zhan wipes his face with a tissue.

"Thank you," A-Yuan whispers, eyes downcast.

"Mn. What is wrong?"

A-Yuan looks into his eyes. "I found baba."

Uncertain, Lan Zhan gives a slow nod.

"I found baba," he repeats. "B-but you and baba aren't together."

Something squeezes in Lan Zhan's chest at that; the sight and sound of his son in turmoil. There might be something else, something akin to hope or desire, but Lan Zhan refuses to acknowledge it.

"A-Yuan, I—" Lan Zhan starts.

With a sniffle, A-Yuan rubs his nose and gives a curt nod. "A-Yuan will make sure diedie is happy and has baba again."

Lan Zhan feels lost, unmoored. He doesn't know how to respond to that or why A-Yuan is so determined about this.

About him.

About Wei Ying...

He quickly pushes away any thoughts of Wei Ying and focusses on getting A-Yuan ready for his first day of school.

With no fuss, they get ready and have breakfast. It feels almost too easy and he feels on edge because of that. A-Yuan doesn't seem sad to go.

They arrive at the school and Lan Zhan gets out of the car to help A-Yuan. They get his small backpack on and begin walking hand in hand to the entrance.

A-Yuan squeezes his hand, drawing his attention. "Do not worry, diedie. A-Yuan is strong and smart and a good boy."

Lan Zhan pauses, staring in slight shock. A-Yuan meets his eyes and beckons him to kneel down. He does.

Gently, A-Yuan pats Lan Zhan's head a few times. "I will be okay. Will diedie be okay without A-Yuan?"

The absurdity of the situation draws a surprised huff of laughter out.

Lan Zhan pulls A-Yuan in for a hug. "I will miss A-Yuan, but I will be okay," he tells him honestly. "I will be right here to pick you up after school."

"Mn, okay! Bye diedie, I love you!"

A-Yuan pushes back, but Lan Zhan hugs him tight at those words. "I love you too."

They stay hugging for a moment, then A-Yuan starts to wriggle. "Diedie will make me late!" he whines.

Lan Zhan quickly releases him, smoothing out his hair and clothes. "Apologies, A-Yuan. You may go now. Enjoy your day."

"You too, diedie! Don't miss me too much!"

He watches A-Yuan skip up to one of the teachers outside, cheerfully chatting with her before making his way into the school.

It's significantly more difficult than he anticipated it being to watch A-Yuan leave. He knows he'll see him again shortly, but he was so... Ready.

Lan Zhan goes to work, but he doesn't expect to get much done today.

Meanwhile, A-Yuan is finding himself rather disappointed in his education. There is no learning happening! He craves knowledge and here they are, introducing themselves and asking the kids to do the same.

They played games—which, A-Yuan reluctantly admits he enjoyed—but where is the knowledge?

When his diedie picks him up he will ask him to write a strongly worded letter to the school to highlight their faults. How is A-Yuan to learn and grow if they don't teach?

After lunch, the teacher announces that they will be moving over to the art room to meet their art teacher. A-Yuan is sceptical. Another teacher who will do nothing along the lines of teaching?

He huffs silently and follows along. He chats with his new friend Jingyi as they go.

Truthfully, A-Yuan feels a little bad. He'd been so focused on his parents that he'd forgotten to look for his bestfriend. Thankfully the universe clearly loves him.

He and Jingyi chat animatedly as they walk the halls at the end of the line.

Before they realize it, they are in another room and someone speaks.

"Hello!" The voice says. A-Yuan quickly stops mid-sentence. He knows that voice. "I'm Wei laoshi and I'll be your art teacher!"

A-Yuan whips his head so fast, his hair hits Jingyi in the face. "Baba!"

The class fills with laughter and chatter while Wei Ying stares shocked at A-Yuan. He lets out a laugh shortly after. "Ah~ I see A-Yuan is here! But you must call me Wei laoshi like everyone else."

A-Yuan scrunches his nose in distaste, but concedes reluctantly. "Wei laoshi..."

His baba laughs again then continues to do his introductory speech.

"Wei laoshi is your baba?" Jingyi stage whispers to him.

A-Yuan shakes his head. "He will be."

"Is he dating your diedie?"

A-Yuan shakes his head again. "Not yet."

Jingyi pauses, confused. "Oh."

A-Yuan, despite the excitement that he gets to see his baba at school every day, he resigns himself to a life without knowledge. It's not like he can ask to switch to a school that will teach him. His baba works here. So he's stuck.

"Alright! Everyone sit in a cirlce!"

A-Yuan grimaces. Another game? How juvenile.

He sits down with Jingyi at his side and turns his attention to his baba across the cirlce.

Wei Ying is smiling as he looks at all the kids. "Let's play a game," he says and A-Yusn sighs. He places three coloured sheets out.

"Let's take turns, going around the circle, saying our favourite colour and picking up the coloured sheet that matches in the middle of the circle."

A-Yuan glances at the sheets. Red, blue, yellow. His favourite colour isn't there. He turns to chat with Jingyi instead.

Eventually, his name is called upon. "What's your favourite colour A-Yuan?"

Dubious, he says, "Purple."

Wei Ying smiles brightly. "And can you grab the sheet in the middle that matches?"

A-Yuan squints. "There is no purple."

"Ah! But there is!"

That makes him pause.

Carefully A-Yuan looks back to the colours. Yellow. Blue. Red. No purple. He looks to Wei Ying. "Lying is forbidden."

Wei Ying laughs brightly and it confuses him. "I'm not lying A-Yuan. Purple is there, you just have to look for it."

A-Yuan scrunches his face as he looks.

Nothing.

He shakes his head.

"Okay class, everybody pay attention!" His baba moves into the circle and grabs the red and blue sheets, holding them up. "Everyone know what these are?" The class excitedly answers. "Good good! Now watch this!"

A-Yuan stares in shock and awe.

His baba moves the two sheets so they are over eachother and suddenly there's purple. The class collectives gasps.

"Some colours are made from mixing other colours," his baba explains. "Purple is made from red and blue."

A-Yuan is awestruck. He vibrates with excitement.

What knowledge! He's actually learning something? School may not be a total waste of time?

The rest of the day passes quickly now that A-Yuan is interested. Before he knows it, he's standing outside walking to his diedie.

"How was school?"

"Baba made purple!" he exclaims.

His diedie seems confused, so A-Yuan continues. "Baba is Wei laoshi. He teaches art! I thought school was a waste of time, no one teaching anything, but then I said my favourite colour is purple and baba told me to grab the colour, but there was only red, yellow, and blue!"

He sucks in a breath before continuing. "Then baba did magic! He grabbed the red and blue and put them together! Bam! Purple! He told us how some colours are made from other colours and that purple is from red and blue! I learned the knowledge! School is not a waste!"

Lan Zhan stares quietly, absorbing the information that was launched at him. "Wei Ying works here?"

A-Yuan groans. "Diedie, yes! Pay attention! We're talking about purple!"

"Right, apologies," he replies with mirth in his eyes. "So you learned how to make purple today?"

"Yes! It was magic! Baba is a wizard!"

Lan Zhan shakes his head fondly, but doesn't correct him. "Would you like to have dinner at home, or go to a restaurant?"

A-Yuan takes time to consider. "'staurant please."

Lan Zhan nods and they move to the car.

The next few weeks pass in a flurry of motion. A-Yuan gradually learning more and more at school, continuously coming home to rave about his 'baba' and what he learned.

Lan Zhan listens dutifully and asks him thoughtful questions.

Wei Ying hasn't texted at all.

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(to be continued)

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