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[rayan12sworld]

🧡blessing in the skies.

By:ichigo_ichiban

Summary:

When his brother, Lan Zhan, was kidnapped all those years ago, Prince Lan Huan felt his entire world shatter. And he knows the Jiang family felt the same when their adopted son, Wei Ying, was stolen right along with him.

Now, thirteen years later, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying have been found. But they have returned as completely different people with no memory of their former lives. They are traumatized, paranoid, and seem to trust no one but each other. But Lan Huan swears he will be there for them this time around. He will help them recover, help them feel loved and safe again.

He will protect them from anything, no matter what.

Even when he knows the dark secrets they keep may shatter his world all over again.

Chapter:10/40

Words:29,925

Status:ongoing

Additional Tags:Memory Loss,Organized Crime,Unhealthy Relationships,Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms,Minor Character Death,Implied/Referenced Child AbuseImplied/Referenced Torture,Kidnapping,Stockholm Syndrome,Codependency,Lan Zhan and Wei Ying love each other,But Like...Too Much

So maybe Wuxian is dead. Maybe he made their captors too angry this time. Maybe he spewed one insult too many, incapacitated the wrong person, tested his luck too much like Wangji is always warning him not to do. Maybe Wuxian is dead. Maybe they grew tired of his teasing, his combativeness, his relentless need to cause trouble no matter his circumstances. Maybe they killed him. Maybe Wuxian is dead. It is an excruciating thought. Wangji cannot do this. But he finds it impossible to think of anything else. Wuxian looking for him, Wuxian dying. Wuxian fighting for him, Wuxian dying. Wuxian begging for him, Wuxian dying. It hurts more than anything Wangji has ever experienced. The idea of Wuxian no longer being here, being with him, is something he cannot fathom. Wuxian, who has always been with him. Wuxian, the only person to make Wangji's life worth living. Wuxian, who he craves and needs with such primal desperation that he does not think he is capable of surviving without him. No. No no no. Wangji cannot do this. He does not know what else to do but panic, but become overwhelmed by grief, but to block out the sounds of his room’s door sliding open again so he can panic some more and grieve some more and allow his teeth to sink into his tongue hard and choke on the blood that bursts in his mouth. “Lan Zhan? Oh my god, Lan Zhan!” A hand grabs at his jaw and forces it open. His teeth have punctured his tongue, but did not go straight through as Wangji had been aiming for. The blood is endless, though. It pours from between his lips, streams down his neck and stains everything it touches. Wangji does not have the will to fight the hands that keep his jaw from closing. He stares at the too white ceiling, listens to the too noisy beeps, and thinks about how he is meant to go on if Wuxian is not beside him. Wangji cannot do this.

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Wuxian survives their master for Wangi’s sake. The relationship Wangji and their master have is wonderful, near enviable, in the most twisted of ways. Wangji idolizes him. Hangs on to his every word. Does everything he can to please him, to make him proud, to earn a pat on the shoulder or a reward in the form of an extra night of sleep. Wangji feels safe under their master’s thumb. Comfortable and protected in spite of all the suffering the man has brought them. Even though it doesn’t happen often, every time they’re separated for a mission, Wuxian can feel Wangji slipping away. He wants so desperately to keep Wangji close. To serve as his silent reminder that their lives aren’t amazing. None of this is amazing. Nothing about who they are, what they have become is amazing. They are prisoners. They are victims. Their master doesn’t love them, no matter how much he says he does. He will shower them with gifts after slamming their faces against the wall. He will pull them into hugs after punching them unconscious. He will have the clinic physicians tend to their wounds after not batting an eyelash when they pleaded for him to stop stop stop master we’re sorry please stop. He will smile at their achievements while laughing at their pain. He is a vulture. He is their enemy.

But Wangji has forgotten that. Wangji thinks their master can do no wrong. Wangji was one more mission away from being completely lost to their master’s control and Wuxian couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t let that happen. Wangji’s goal has always been for both of them to live but living to him means returning to their master and Wuxian is so fucking tired of living.

~~

Wangji felt differently. Wangji felt seen. All of his years struggling and adapting and improving and their master was noticing. He began accepting more solo missions. Even if he didn’t like them, didn’t like being away from Wuxian for too long, he would take them anyway because it meant proving to their master his worth. The same worth Wuxian saw and cherished without question. Wangji would be gone for days and would return with bloodier hands and emptier eyes. Anything for the mission, he would say. Anything for their master, he meant.

~

You are so good at this,” a longtime client once rasped, fingers digging into Wuxian’s scalp. “Perhaps I’ll keep investing if it means you’ll stick around.” Anything for the mission, Wuxian would think with each painful thump of his heart. Anything for Wangji, he would think again and again and again. Because doing as he was told, completing his missions, meant keeping their master satisfied and that meant not having to hear Wangji be punished for his failures. Being locked in a tiny room without light, handcuffed to a radiator as Wangji screamed on the other side of the wall between them. Apologies meant nothing when their master became this way. Promises to do better never stopped him from cackling over Wangji’s wails and the sound of cracking bones—kicks and punches—a metal pipe striking against reddening flesh while forcing Wuxian to stand aside and listen.

--- I couldn't read this without crying 😭😭😭😭

“Wangji!” he screams into the air. Jiang Yanli falters back. Even the head doctor freezes in her hailing of nearby nurses as he screams and screams and screams, “Wangji, help me! Help me, help me, help me!” His hands press against the sides of his head, squeezing at the pain that crescendos into a searing current that sends his heart racing, his lungs constricting, his stomach recoiling, his thoughts flashing with images of rising suns and angels. Cruel smiles and hands curling into fists. Teasing laughter and lighthearted arguments over dinner tables. Dark rooms and dangling chains that chafe his skin. A younger Jiang Yanli. A boy who looks so much like her, who gazes at him with stars in his eyes. Granny burning the history books on her shelves. Selling her television set. Throwing away the key to her front door. Brown eyes frozen in a final moment of fear. It’s too much. It’s all too much. He has to shove it away. He has to bury it. Deep, deep down back where it belongs. If he doesn’t, then their master will know. He’ll find them and punish them and toe the line of killing them and—he can’t let that happen. He can’t be compromised. Not again. Never again. He is— “Wei Ying—” “Be quiet.” Wuxian gasps at the sound of that voice. Swallowing past the dryness of his throat, he unfurls his fingers from his hair and opens his eyes, searching wildly for the source. He feels his body relax when he finds Wangji, his beautiful and lovely Wangji, standing in the doorway of the hospital room. He’s leaning heavily against the wall, knuckles white around the door and knees shaking beneath him. But the ferocity of his gaze is powerful. So amazing and strong and livid. Wangji looks at Jiang Yanli like he wants to strangle her pretty little neck. And maybe he would have, if a man didn’t come rushing up behind him, grabbing Wangji by his shoulders and begging for him to return to his room. “You shouldn’t be up right now,” the man tells him. But Wangji doesn’t listen. He never listens to anyone but their master and Wuxian. And Wuxian is all he can focus on now, eyes leaving Jiang Yanli to settle on the miserable sight Wuxian makes, curled into a ball and sobbing his name hysterically. Wuxian opens his arms wide, beckoning him closer, and Wangji doesn’t hesitate to stumble further into the room. The bed is big enough for Wangji to crawl onto the mattress and press Wuxian to his chest. Wuxian eagerly grabs at him, locking his arms around his neck and finally allowing himself to inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale just as Wangji whispers for him to do. He feels so solid underneath Wuxian’s touch, more real than any of the confusing thoughts that just stormed through his mind. They quickly drift away as all Wuxian can think about is Wangji. His partner, his reason, his past and present and future. Today, I am nothing but Wangji’s.

Guys read the Additional Tags, if can't handle this then it isn’t for you, those sentence above isn't half of them

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The Martial Gods swarmed the creature, grabbing hold of chains and pulling them taut. Others held them and started to pass spiritual energy into the metal, making them glow brighter. The dragon snarled at them, pulling at its bonds brutally. More than a couple of the Gods lost their footing.  Bewitched by its beauty, Xie Lian stepped towards the creature, ignoring the commotion around him.  The dragon managed to break another chain, the one around one leg shattering with a gong of spiritual backlash. It reared up, shattering more of them, bellowing its triumph. Its muscles bunched, as if it was about to leap forward.  Then it froze.  Xie Lian found himself staring straight into ice blue eyes, its attention caught on him. All of its aggression disappeared, replaced with an expression that Xie Lian couldn’t discern.  Time seemed to slow down and Xie Lian felt like the one caught.   There was an emotion in its eyes, one that he didn’t understand.  Why was it looking at him like that? Why did it stop when it kept fighting every other god around them? Didn’t it want to be free? The moment was shattered when an arrow lodged itself into its cheek, just under its eye. The dragon jerked back, a snarl slipping from it. Its head snapped to the side and it growled. “Feng Xin!” Xie Lian called out, alarmed that it was now focused on his friend.  “Get out of here!” Feng Xin ordered, notching another arrow to his bow. Pulling back, he released another. “What are you even doing here? You don’t have a spiritual weapon!” “I don’t, but—why—?” “I’ll explain later, just get to safety!” Feng Xin snapped, shooting the dragon again. The creature bellowed as the arrow sunk into the soft part of its nose.  Xie Lian didn’t move, unsure how to say that he was safe. Or at least, in no danger. He didn’t know why, but he was confident that the dragons would never harm him.  Suddenly, there was a large gong and a spiritual array slammed down onto the dragon, pinning it in place. The dragon whined at first, clearly uncomfortable, but then it snarled in rage.  Xie Lian turned to look for who had cast the spell. Jun Wu calmly descended the steps, one hand poised to control the beast. “Come on, what is this?” he asked the dragon. He was perfectly composed, his gentle air not affected by the strain of pinning down a dragon. Xie Lian looked back at the creature in question and blinked at the look in its eyes. If there had been something akin to a gentleness when it looked at him, it regarded the Emperor with utter contempt and loathing.  Jun Wu smiled in the face of such malice. 

A little tidbit of Shoulder the Skies (Open Those Eyes) while ao3 is down :D

[thefallencomet]

Planetary Nebula Art Study - IRAS 23166+1655 (LL Pegasi)

There's just something about this nebula that came over me today. Wanted to try a very fast sketchy piece, just to get me in the spirit of doing art when the feeling hits and getting less touchy about specifics.

[robo-dino-puppies]

aurora borealis | may 10-11 2024 | oregon coast

[balluprojects]

Composições em Tempo Incerto I, 2023

video study on ever changing winter weather and clouds, close up to the mountains. blessing the soil with every rain drop, after such a harsh summer.

have a blessed Sunday too*

>>music>>Feist>Undiscovered First>>

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BLESS Nº59 Holidayski Longsleeve

lightweight sheer printed long sleeve t-shirt with continued image on rear

Ski Print

2024

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sevi/pero bromance says hallo👀

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great jump from ren too 👏👏

[peridotlion45]

Shoulder the Skies Chapter 4 snippets

Na Huiling couldn’t hold herself back anymore and lurched forwards. “Baba!” she cried, throwing her arms around him, “You’re here.” She pressed her face into the fabric of his robes, her hands clutching the silk on his back. “You’re—you’re—” she cut off with a heavy sob, tears pooling in her eyes. 

Mu Qing was stiff in her arms; it almost felt like she was hugging a statue. Only some of her mind registered this, the majority too elated to care. Slowly, with jerky movements, his arms came up and loosely circled her waist. 

It. It was wrong. 

From her memories, her babas hugs had always been all encompassing. He did tend to startle like he didn’t expect it, but then leaned fully into the embrace, kissing her brow with affection. 

This, this felt stilted, like he didn’t know what he was doing. 

She drew back sharply. “Sorry, I’m sorry. This is probably very overwhelming for you,” she stammered, tears still streaming down her face.

“It’s quite alright,” Mu Qing told her softly, a small smile on his face. His voice was the same, a gentle rolling sound that always settled her nerves when she was little. She almost couldn’t believe that she was hearing it again. It had been centuries.

He's awake!

...somethings wrong though

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Closer look at Ryoyu's iconic outfit ✨