#fic: retrouvailles

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A modern cultivation au, teacher/professor!WWX, reincarnation fic - Anon

Retrouvaille

by wxparoxysm

T, WIP, 74k, Wangxian & Xicheng

Summary: Where Wei Wuxian got accepted to a prestigious All-Boy private school, Jinlin University, as a Literature Professor. The catch, the school teaches only the young masters of the hidden cultivational clans Wei Wuxian had not heard before. Second catch; he learned soon after he once a part of these cultivational clans. Third catch; there is this one student who… oh well… supposed to be his husband.

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[remnostrum]

Retrouvaille (may god help us all)

note: this AU is not canon-compliant!

To say that Eddie was worried is the understatement of the year.

He’s more than just worried, he’s fucking trembling. Nervous.

Here he was, on the way back from patrol outside the safehouse as per usual, when he spots a familiar curly-haired kid sneaking out of the tent past curfew. It’s already nearing midnight and no one—not even him—should be outside at this time, knowing that there’s a giant risk of being found by Vecna.

The archwizard’s army has been on the prowl for ages and their hours have become too unpredictable for them to tell when’s the best time to leave the headquarters. So Hopper made it official that no one was to leave unless given permission, but leaving past curfew will always be a hard no-no. In fact, the previous chief of police insisted on instating a penalty for anyone who breaks it.

Yet, here was Dustin, trekking the fucking woods to go somewhere with a radio in the middle of the night. What the hell is he doing?

Out of concern, Eddie followed the kid all the way out in the woods as quietly as he could. He hid behind the trees, making sure he would remain unseen. For a few minutes, they did nothing but walk through the woods, and Eddie was beginning to think maybe Dustin just needed some fresh air to think. After all, he’s the youngest member to be sitting in the planning room.

But then, the kid stopped by a large boulder not too dissimilar to Skull Rock, sitting at the foot of it and bringing out his walkie. Eddie hid behind one of the tree trunks nearby, far enough to not be noticed but close enough to hear whatever Dustin was saying.

"Hello, Captain?" He'd whispered into his walkie.

It crackles to life. "Hey there, kid."

It's quiet for a bit. Eddie almost thought that Dustin had stopped completely. But then he hears a sharp sob cut through the evening air, and it dawns on Eddie that the kid has been holding onto it for so long.

"They didn't hold a funeral for you," he cried. "Hell, Eddie didn't even say your name in his show. And he honors everyone who contributed."

It’s quiet again, Dustin’s quiet sobs lingering in the air. Then, someone responds.

"Dustin, we both knew this would happen."

"You could've died, Steve! You’re a hero and the world wouldn't even know."

Eddie's breath hitches. Steve? As in Steve Harrington? The supposed "Vecna's future right hand man"? The traitor? He's alive?

He stood there, in shock. Just two days ago, the Hawkins Post announced Steve’s death on the front cover. It was huge news for the Alliance—not just because he used to be their ally, but because Harrington was one of the biggest obstacles that they faced considering he was Vecna’s right hand man. Ever since his betrayal, no one batted an eye at his death.

Sure, there were people who were affected. The kids and Robin mostly. But for the most part, everyone understood that he’d chosen his side and died fighting a cause that he believed in. And for that, Eddie couldn’t forgive him.

He couldn’t forgive him turning against them at the last minute. Especially when said man had professed his love to Eddie, claiming he loved him dearly that he’d do anything for him, before telling Vecna’s goons that he was a part of their group. That he’d realized his mistakes and that he wanted to help him rise from his downfall. It was a ridiculous notion and Eddie had every right to feel betrayed.

Still, even though no one spoke of it, there was a sadness that lingered in the room upon finding his death. He knew it took a toll on Max and Robin specifically, having already lost someone to the dark side, and now losing him ultimately to death. Yet everyone held strong, only mourned his death for a few minutes before turning away.

But now he finds out he’s alive?

Eddie should run back to camp and tell someone. Tell Nancy or Joyce and Hopper that Steve is alive and well, and there’s an off-chance he’s only “dead” to go undercover. Shit, he might even be brainwashing Dustin at this very moment.

"It is how it is," Steve spoke from the other side. "Kid, if they knew, Hopper would literally make sure I stayed dead—" he had the audacity to laugh, "—They don't like me anymore, remember?"

"And what about Eddie?" Dustin asked. Eddie froze at the mention of his name. “Weren’t you waiting for Eddie? I thought you said you’d find a way to convince him to run away with you.”

"He can't keep waiting for me. You know this. I mean, Dustin, c'mon, he probably hasn't been waiting for me at all since I pulled that stunt," Steve breathed out. "It's fine, okay? I'll be fine."

"... Can't I just come with you?"

"No. It's too risky. You're safer there. And they need you, kid. You can't let your friends down."

"You're hurt really badly and you have nowhere to go, Steve. Have you even eaten anything in the past three days?"

"...I caught a rabbit. That's good enough, right?"

"I should be with you."

"Dustin. They need you."

"My brother needs me. And besides, the party has stopped talking to me ever since I defended you in public. They barely tell me anything anymore. I might as well run before they start thinking I've turned to the dark side."

"You’re their best friend, Dustin. C’mon."

"Please, Steve. Even Eddie doesn't look me in the eye anymore. I think he hates me because I keep reminding him about his ex that betrayed us."

"I'm not his ex," Steve said softly after a beat. "He never gave me a chance to begin with."

And wow. Doesn’t that fucking hurt?

"This war took too much from us, Steve. I don't want it to take you too. You've already sacrificed far too much for us and we haven't returned your kindness."

"Dustin—"

"You risked your life every day to inform us of any big raids— if anyone even stepped foot near our camp. Steve, you almost got sent to the dungeon because they caught you snooping around headquarters!"

What? 

Steve let out a deep sigh.

"You rose through the ranks so you'd get better information for us. And now, you—" Dustin's voice broke, choking on his own words but still finding the will to continue, "—the love of your life won't even honor your death."

Silence. Then, Steve piped up, "It's not a real death."

"It doesn't matter. Eddie still doesn't care," the kid snapped back. Eddie couldn't help but wince at his tone. "He hasn't cared about us in years, Steve. Always on that damn radio show of his with Robin and Nancy. And then pretend like they know any better in the meeting room when I know the only reason why we're progressing and keeping on our toes is because I feed them information you tell me."

"Speaking of, you don't need to worry much about the info leak," Steve tried changing the subject. "I know someone who'll try to tell me what's happening. I need to verify it first if it's true but… it'll be good enough to help out. Just call me at the same time next week."

"Okay."

"Dustin?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, bud. Don't worry your head over me, okay? I'll be fine."

"Please… Just come here. Stay with us."

"Dustin… You know it won't work out. They'll just arrest me. Heck, I might even be tortured and killed."

"Hopper isn't that cruel."

"I was once Vecna's right hand man, kid, I think it's a pretty safe assumption that Hop would not give a damn if I can give him anything that'll put you guys above Vecna."

“Steve…”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Alright?” He can hear the sound of leaves rustling from the walkie. “Listen, I have to go now. I can hear someone walking close by and I need to get a move on tonight if I want to reach the next state before Vecna finds out something’s wrong. Stay safe, kid. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Dustin sat in silence for a few minutes right after Steve bid farewell, staring into the distance. If he was crying, Eddie couldn’t see nor hear it. He could practically hear the cogs in his head turning—probably thinking of a way to find the other.

While he did so, the metalhead was lost in his own thoughts after the revelation.

It was him, all along.

Eddie always wondered where Dustin got his information. He’d never told anyone—not even Hopper—because the kid insisted it’d put his informant in huge danger. Now, he can see why. Because Steve Harrington was not a man who’s granted with simple situations.

They were talking about me, Eddie thought. He always figured that what they had was a mere fling and nothing more, even if Eddie knew there was something more there. It made it worse when Steve decided to betray them. So, he spent every night distracting himself with his radio show, comforting those who needed it more than his broken heart.

But for now, he needed time to think. And most importantly, he needed to keep an eye on Dustin. He’s afraid the kid was going to do something drastic to reach Steve and he didn’t want to wait and find out what that might be.

As quietly as he could, Eddie moved away while covered with the shadows of the forest, hoping Dustin won’t notice him.

end note: should I do a part 2? I've been meaning to write this and post it on ao3 but I don't know if people will like it. Let me know if you're interested, and I'll drop the official summary too :> (This is not chapter 1 though if you want me to turn this into an actual fic)

[decadentrot]

The Devil of Death and his Delinquent

spawned from the my probably exaggerated memory of Karma being the only person in AC to truly be fearful of Nagisa's bloodlust and killing instinct like i feel like most people were like 'nagi is a great friend :D wait he practically mastered every assassin killing technique... good for him but hes still our short king :D' meanwhile i feel like karma is in the back like 'yall be seeing this?? yall think this is normal??'

so in this au karma is being haunted by demon!nagisa and everytime he tries to get him exorcised or purified, either they dont believe him because he has a delinquent reputation and think hes trying to come up with an excuse for all the bad stuff happening or the priest/psychic meet nagisa and dont actually believe hes a demon

main roles: karma as a tired bitch, nagisa as happy to be here demon, nakamura as psychic best friend, the asanos as disbelieving priests, sugino/kanzaki/isogai as angels trying their best, kayano/maehara/fuwa as demons trying to have fun

Bonus: karma surprisingly finds a discord server dedicated to 'delinquents who have been haunted by demons but no one believes them' where he meets terasaka who has the misfortune of being haunted by 4 demons (terasaka gang) that constantly possess him and make him go to every maid café in japan

[bowshaowow]

some doodles inspired by @amare-scribere-blog’s very very beautiful fic Retrouvailles (specifically ch 39) + a couple of my own HCs about kaito’s appearance 🙈

pls read this fic im on my knees constantly breathing my last breath over the sheer beauty of this fic... it literally has a chokehold on my heart for the past month

[no-naem]

[Claws the floor] I need more time travel stories. 

[solciego]

I'm in the process of editing a fic I've been working on for a while now. Idk how it will go, but I'm sort of excited.

[biaswreckmepls]

Heya!! Sooo glad to have you back you are my favorite rec bloggggg😫😫😫 I missed you so muchh

Mind reccing me some sweet college/highschool fics with namkook/taekook? Thank youuuu!!

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ok sure this didn't have me feeling any type of way at all

I am going to take a little bit of liberty with your requests, just a little, and interpret it in the way I want, so it may not be exactly what you asked for but it'll be pretty darn similar, or at least give you those vibes:

Sweet fics (College AU/High School AU + Namkook/Taekook)

Homesick by nebulaazul (Namkook, Growing Up Together AU, 4 Chapters, 43K, T, Namjoon left his friends and family behind in Korea for 10 years to do his PhD, and when he came back, nothing was quite as he remembered it, mild angst with a happy ending)

retrouvailles by inevitaeble (Taekook, Highschool AU, One-shot, 42K, G, JK has had a crush on Tae for as long as he could remember, but right before he left on a year-old exchange program to Thailand JK was convinced that Tae could never like him back, and so he tries to get over him, mild angst with a happy ending, mutual pining)

degrees of denial by astringxnt (Taekook, Harry Potter AU, One-shot, 10K, M, Head Boy Tae hates Griffindor quidditch captain JK and everyone knows this, except one day Tae walks up to him during breakfast in front of everyone and asks him out on a date, crack and angst and fluff)

Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by meanho (Taekook, College AU, TA AU, One-shot, 9.7K, G, JK gotta get that bread so he decides to start ubering, and surprise surprise his first rider is none other than his hot TA Taehyung)

Hope you liked these! They've all come out of my old bookmarks lol

[lillianjmoseley]

Régler maintenant! 

Cliquez maintenant Découvrez l'art de vous installer dans un havre de paix harmonieux et serein avec notre série de maisons haut de gamme. Alors que vous vous embarquez dans ce voyage transformateur, laissez-vous captiver par l'essence de consolation et de contentement que dégage chaque logement. Nichées dans des endroits convoités, nos propriétés allient luxe actuel et attrait indéfectible, offrant un havre de paix dans lequel vos objectifs prennent vie

[tedwardremus]

Some fics to read on Father's Day

featuring stories about dads and goddads

Remus & Teddy Lupin (and Harry Potter)

Werewolf Registration Act of 1947 

Harry & James Sirius Potter

God only knows what I'd be without you 

It's All About The Timing 

We're Going On A Hippogriff Hunt 

Ron & Rose Weasley

You Have Really Cute Freckles

James and Harry Potter

Querencia

Those Whom The Gods Love Die Young

Comfort and Joy 

Sirius Black and Harry Potter

Retrouvaille (or the happiness of meeting someone you love after a long time) 

Snuffles & Son 

Padfoot in Privet Drive 

The Past is a Bucket of Ash

Constant as the Northern Star 

Sirius and Orion Black

Interesting House Guests 

Unresolved Questions Of Wizard Cosmology 

Neville Longbottom and Albus Severus Potter

Know Your Roots 

[ressonancee]

Retrouvaille

✦ You and Minghao have always been friends and remained friends despite of different countries, different time zones, and lives, but now, you and him are back in the same city.

✦ genre: friends to lovers, fluff, just really idiots in love ✦ word count: 3.652

✦ Thea note: hello hello hello, first this is part of @sunnylovespickles september candy land! This was a struggle tobe honest, I started writting this before my exam and this month was so hectic that I just had the time to really sit and write this one, but in the end I think she is nice, she is cute. Also, second Minghao fic in a very short time, who saw that coming? not me!

Retrouvaille; the joy of being reunited with someone again after a long time apart

It was funny how constant variables changed. 

Minghao, once upon a time, was a constant - never changing, always there. He was your everything, your friend, your first love, and again your friend. When you think about Minghao the picture that pops up in your mind is vast forests in a mountain. Always there, never changing. 

But life, you learned, had its own way of making people drift apart. To make constants turn into a very new set of variables. You and Minghao remained friends even if life tried to make it hard. Different countries, weird timezones, messages that needed a couple of business days to be answered. In reality, you thought, it was just the two of you growing up, and you couldn't be sad about it because, in the end, the physical distance was what made your dreams turn into reality. 

But for the first time after five years, you and Minghao would be in the very same city, in the very same time zone, sharing the very same air. 

And somehow that scared you because- what if?

What if Minghao grew and changed even if you two were still friends and talked weekly? What if you changed?

Oh god, that was even worse - you almost needed to park your car to try to calm yourself.  What if you changed and Minghao didn't like the person you turned into? What if the endless messages, video calls, and Zoom movie dates weren't enough? Could you - could you just hide and leave Minghao alone in a completely different city he has never been into? Did he have your address? How high was the probability of him knocking on your door because you didn't pick him up? 

Every possible result of the equation sounded pretty distressing, so you just didn't stop even though you wished to drive to another state you settled for the airport. But the feeling of uncertainty didn't leave you in the airport, and didn't leave you when you saw Minghao passing through the gates in his all-black outfit - well at least he still loved his clothes, that remained unchanged.

"Hao," you call, waving your arm and stretching your whole body to call his attention. 

And when Minghao looked at you and smiled you felt that everything would be okay. 

Even if you changed, even if his changed, even if the world around the both of you changed - the street name, the culture, the places, the smell, and the sounds, it would be okay because it would be you and Minghao, and that itself was never changing. 

Because you knew that if everything changed what you've built with him in the past couldn't - your memories would remain.

"Well," Minghao says finally in front of you, his hair is longer now, he has one more earring, but he is still Hao, your favorite human, your friend. "What a warm welcome."

"I thought about writing a poster saying welcome home cheater but I thought you would kill me for the public shame." You say looking at him, thinking if it is possible to just be a dream, if it could be just something your mind wanted so badly that you thought it was real.

"I would jump in the first plane back," Minghao says, almost eye-rolling at you. 

"Okay, this is weird isn't it?" You say, body going back and forth but not changing places, not taking the first step.

"No, it isn't. Come on," Minghao says, opening his arms, "it will only be weird if you want to." He says in his voice low, like he is sharing a secret which makes you laugh before you find comfort in his arms.

You think it will be okay, it won't be weird because you don't want it to be. You think it will be okay because the way Minghao hugs you is the very same as he did back then because even the way Minghao smells is the same. After all is Minghao and everything is okay when he is by your side.

"I really missed you," you say - because is the truth. 

"I really really missed you," you can hear Minghao's voice still soft, still telling you a secret that only you know, a tiny bit of him that is only yours. And you don't doubt it.

"Ok, ok," You say taking a step back, a physical distance to not get overwhelmed by his physical presence, "how are we feeling? good to go running around or just straight home and delivery?"

"Straight home, a good shower, and a delivery?" Minghao says putting his hand around your shoulders and walking guiding you around like he knows the airport like the back of his hand, so you do what you need - hold his hand and tuggle him in the other direction. 

"What do you want? Greasy food or?"

"Yeah," Minghao says struggling with his suitcase, but still slapping your hand away when you try to get his suitcase.  "we can have something like that if you promise we eat like human beings in the next couple of days."

"Can't promise that, still very much of a coffee addicted but now I also dabble in sugar highs," you say knowing that Minghao will lecture you at some point about how that is not healthy and how you also need to do yoga or physiotherapy for you back pains - he always did that, he always ranted about how you should take more care of yourself.

"Oh fuck, we need at least one proper meal per day, for health reasons, or else I will perish under your way of life," Minghao says stopping on his track in the middle of the airport, making you laugh, god you could feel it in your belly how happy he always made you feel. 

"Nah, you will survive Hao, I am even including salad in my diet," you say - smiling when Minghao’s reaction is just rolling his eye at you.

Yeah. Things seem pretty similar so far. 

On your drive back home you show him different places that Minghao may seem interested in; a museum, a coffee shop, a gallery that you know the owner and he always sends his client on your way for restorations, a restaurant, even a furniture studio that you know the owner - you point out that Joshua promised teaching you so maybe that would be fun.

When you finally arrive you two follow your plan - shower and delivery, but before that Minghao comments on a thing or two in your house; a pretty plant, or a painting. He also may have pointed out that you have a pile of clothes in a chair, you explain that to be fair it is clean clothes that you need to put out but the only free time you had this week was right before going to the airport - you scream in the kitchen while he heads to the bathroom like an old couple - the familiarity of the years very clear in the way that Hao’s screams in the bathroom that he wants fried chicken and something to drink, a beer or two. 

“This place is great,” Minghao says trying his best to dry his hair with the towel, leaving droplets all around the living room. 

“Hao for the love of god dry your hair in the bathroom,” you complain, “but yeah, the place is great and not that expensive and very close to the studio so jackpot really.”

"Or your studio is in the neighborhood right?" Minghao says leaving the room. 

“Yeah, it is really close. By the way, when it will be your interview?” you say turning the tv on and splaying yourself on the couch. “I can take you to the museum is not really that far if you get the job we can-”

“Don’t jinx it!” Minghao screams from the other room, probably hanging his towel. “We talked about it, we want it too much, let's just not think about it but of course, I want the ride or I can Uber it, is not really a hassle."

"Is not jinxing I was just thinking about how cool would be," you try, but Minghao knows you better than you know yourself really, he knows how you build big fantasy castles in your head, how you take a leap bigger than your legs can take, how you run way too ahead with a simple prospect, and how in the end when things don’t go your own way the downfall is way harder than it should be - not only the reality is crushed but all your dreams and fantasy too. 

"Yeah and giving both of us anxiety, let's pretend I didn't get it and we are just having a great time because I'm visiting," Minghao says sitting on your side, like he is extremely exhausted, his hair falling on his face. 

"Oh but I do have a great time when I am with you. I don't need to pretend,” you say giving Minghao your best smile because it is the truth, and because it is Minghao, and because you are indeed the happiest you have ever been.

"That's not what I meant," he says mirroring your smile, “that is a given, stop being a smartass.”

And you feel warm like it is a physical reaction to your happiness across your body. In a weird way, you know Minghao feels just the same. In a way that familiarity, that certainty, is what helps you to anchor yourself in the moment, to make you feel grounded. You wish you could stop the time - that weird image of Minghao on your sofa, in your house, in your new city, in your life. You know you will cherish that moment for a long time, the image of Minghao in clothes way too big for him, some of his nails are chapped, you are sure that he took off his earrings because of airport security and didn’t really bother to put it after it. 

That weird want, the desire to stop time remains with you every time you look at him, it happens in that coffee near your house, the very same coffee that you did online dates with Minghao, sometimes you would bring your drawing supplies and just chat the whole afternoon while Minghao did some house chores. Seeing him in that coffee makes you almost pinch yourself to see if it is real. When Minghao points that out, that he recognizes the printing on the wall, or that he remembers that you painted the view from the windows you wish you could hold that moment and put it into a bottle, maybe you could send it as a message for your future self when that moment don’t exist anymore.

You wish you could cherish every little moment. Cherish the walks in the park, and cherish the supermarket trips at the end of the day whenever Minghao was too bored. 

In a way you find new things about Minghao, the way that he is more organized even tho he sucks at drying his hair without wetting the whole floor. And the fact that he is so invested in fashion that he always finds something to try on on a random trip, or that everything turns into a reference for his work. But Minghao every now and then makes you remember that your friend was there and no matter how many months or years apart, he would still be there. Unchanged. 

It was the way that he always made sure he brought his favorite tea, or the way that he always filled you a cup as well without even asking. It was the way that he always tilts his phone so you can watch the silly video on repeat or the way that he always lends his coat to you because you always fucking forget to take one, and sometimes you also leave it in places like that time you only noticed when you arrived home and Minghao run to the restaurant to retrieve it before the restaurant closed. 

Or when Minghao remembered a silly thing that you said or did that you didn't ever recall anymore. Like when you dedicated an entire sketchbook for the butterflies collection of the museum.  

"Do you remember that?" you ask in disbelief, looking at Minghao, who still staring at the painting, his hands behind his back like an old man.

"Of course," Minghao says, finally looking at you, "I think I remember everything you ever loved. I think after you moved I kept a mental note on things that made you happy, the first few months were so hard for you that I always tried to remember everything that made you smile."

He tells you, the same way he tells you he brought fresh bread when he was out in his morning walking like his words don't make your heart beat faster or like his words don't make your knees buckle, that don't make you almost cry in the spot. But the only thing you can do is give him your best smile and keep that memory in a heart-shaped box in your brain. When Minghao gives you his best smile you know that the future doesn't scare you, because you already know one thing for certain, that you will love him no matter what. 

When Minghao`s phone rings and he excuses himself while you are fixing the lunch you know it is something important - it is the thing, it is what will dictate if you can take a leap in an unknown and different future. And the minutes that Minghao is on the phone you pace around the kitchen, almost burning the chicken. You can feel your heart beating against your chest, your hands sweating. But then Minghao pops up in the door, a shy smile on his face, and you know, you just know everything will be fine. 

"Did you get it?" You ask.

"Yeah, I got it," Minghao says giggling.

"What the fuck?" You say trying to understand what that means, how important and how everything will change from now on, but some will still be the same. "What the fuck Hao."

You say already jumping around and wrapping your arms against Minghao, and you are so happy that you are almost bursting. You can feel Minghao's arms against your body, but still, everything is so dreamlike that you ask yourself if you are real if this happened. Because if the present is so beautiful you are afraid to ever think about the future and be blinded by it. 

"We need to celebrate this oh my god," you say, trying to breathe even though Minghao's arms are holding you in place. "I have a bottle of wine or two. We are having a home party!"

When Minghao giggles and makes your heart triple the size it is you think you burn the chicken. In all fairness, you didn't, but the onions are another story, they already reached the charcoal-like look. And not even that makes you or Minghao stop smiling. While Minghao sets the table you bring out the wine - not the cheapest wine ever, but still not something utterly special. It is a market-bought wine, a mid-range price, it doesn't scream broken teenager but doesn't really scream special occasion either, but when you say that you can go buy a special and price wine bottle Minghao is against the idea. 

So you both share the bottle of cheap wine with a side dish of almost burnt chicken, and you suspect you might be the happiest person in the world. When you and Minghao sit on the sofa you can almost feel like you are floating, it is the wine - you say to yourself, but deep down you think it might be so happy you are starting to fill up like a goddamn balloon. 

"What?" you ask when you notice Minghao`s eye lingering on you.

"Nothing," he answers but his smile still plastered on his face, his lips tinted because of the wine that you shared.

"Come on, there is something, I know you, Hao," you press on, leaving your wine glass on the floor and sitting on the sofa, your back upright looking directly at him. 

"I-" he giggles, "I guess I am just happy," he says leaning his head to the side - his longer hair falling along, making you laugh and reach to tug his hair in his ear, digits softly running across his cheeks.

"Oh the cheap wine is doing its job," you tease, making your friend laugh. 

"It’s not even that bad," he whines and takes another sip of the wine trying to prove something. While Minghao is sipping on his wine you take the opportunity to lie down on the couch, your legs half off the sofa, and your chin resting on Minghao's sternum, his legs right by your side and it feels a little bit cramped in your tiny sofa but you don't mind. 

"Oh my God, you are a changed man, where is my friend?"

"Is it that weird to see me happy?" Minghao says and he is looking at you, eyes so bright you swear you can see little stars in it. 

"You know, is it not," you say, poking his ribs, even though the tiny space makes it hard to bother him like you want to, "I'm just deflecting because I don't want to talk about how happy I am and I feel silly."

"How happy are you?" He asks and you don't think you can put it into words. Sure you could try, but Minghao is wearing his biggest smile, and you know, deep down, that he is the only one who can understand you without words. You two always functioned like that, like words were not always needed. Your bond was always there, making every step of the way easier, and communication between you two didn't need a lot of words, you didn't need to explain something - Hao could read between your lines. 

 "Very very happy," you say because it is Minghao, he could understand beyond that. 

"Well, I am very glad and very happy as well," Minghao answers, kissing the top of your head.

"I missed you," you say against his clothes, face buried in his chest. 

"I know, me too."

You finally pick up your courage to look at Minghao, planting your hands on his chest and resting your chin on it. Minghao's digits are almost feather-like when he fixes your hair. 

The truth is that no place should be called home. No place comes close to Minghao's arms. No place comes close to his presence and the way that you feel engulfed in his warmth, in his smell, in the way that his low giggles hit your ear.

Minghao's fingers brush against the nape of your neck and you almost melt. If Minghao was the forest you would turn into a river that bends its way across it. 

You rub yourself against his hand, receiving a giggle again. 

"Are we doing this?" Minghao asks you.

And you know what he means.

You think you always did that, catch Minghao's thoughts when he throws it in the air.

And you want to say no. You want to say that you are afraid of change. You know that would change everything, that agreeing would mean saying yes to never going back - but in a way, you know it is already too late. 

You and Hao are already there, in that uncharted territory, in that gray zone. Things already changed, yet you are still the same way - warm in his arms, safe against all the odds, because deep down you know - the street name can change, the sound of the street can change, the smell of spring can change, the country and the continent, the words that go out of your own tongue and the words that dance in your ear can change.

And Minghao can too, he did change, he transformed, just like a forest that experiences the seasons can change, but yet, he remained the same - always there. 

When Minghao kisses you it is so tender that your heart feels full, beating against your chest. The feeling of having a new experience with something you have known for so long makes you so happy because it is Minghao and everything with him feels like home. Minghao, if you think about it, is the warmth of a cozy bed, Minghao is the safest place to fall. And even though you never kissed Minghao the feeling of knowing who he is makes everything feel very familiar - and yet it was something you never experienced before.

You never felt Minghaos’s hand cradling your face, Never once your breath was entangled with his like this. You never experienced this Minghao.

“I think it is long overdue,” you say when Minghao’s lips leave yours. “To be honest, I don’t know how we didn’t fuck it up sooner,” and that’s true because you lost count of all the times you thought about kissing Minghao.

“If we did it I don’t think it would be here,” Minghao says his fingers caressing the skin of your neck.

“Because we would hate each other,” and you know it is the truth, you and Minghao have always been tapping in that weirdly thin line, but never crossing it, always thinking about the most common outcome - fucking everything up. 

“I could never hate you,” Minghao says earnestly and you know it is true, you know because it is Minghao. 

“You know me, I am a little petty I could totally hate you,” Minghao’s laugh resonates and you are pretty sure you are the happiest person ever. 

“Can you, please, shut up for just a minute, I am trying to kiss you again,” and it is your time to laugh until Minghao’s hands hold your face and kiss you again. 

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED SEVENTEEN FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Ah! Love || @thepixelelf💕✅

↳ Seungcheol conducts a very serious interrogation.

Glacial Pace || @wonusite🔞💕✅

↳ You’ve been in love with Xu Minghao from the moment he put a bandage on your cut at the age of six. When he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his prying family off his back, you quickly realize that keeping your feelings hidden from him will be next to impossible. Especially since your meddling friends are determined to have you admit your feelings before the holiday season is over. 

Please Don't Make Me Jealous || @jinkoh💕✅

↳ your friend's friend seems to be very keen on spending time with you

Retrouvaille || @ressonancee💕💔✅

↳ You and Minghao have always been friends and remained friends despite of different countries, different time zones, and lives, but now, you and him are back in the same city.

Slowly; All At Once || @gyuwoncheol💕💔✅

↳ Kim Mingyu fell in love with you slowly, but you fell in love with him all at once.

(Un)Lucky Charm || @wonijinjin💕💔✅💯💯

↳ choi seungcheol was your sworn enemy in life, until he was not.

2:14AM || @gyucheolslut🔞✅💯

↳ mingyu couldn’t help himself. while you usually don’t move much in your sleep, especially within his tight grip.. tonight was different.

Caresses From My Camera Roll || @mickeyboos🔞✅

↳ seungcheol is the sweetest boyfriend you could have asked for. he brings you plates of carefully cut up fruit while you work, leaves a light kiss on your cheek or a pat on your head whenever he walks by, and makes the best breakfast in bed.

My Little Gamer || @babyleostuff💕✅

↳ (wonwoos lil gamer partner, shts cute)

No Title || @wonwoonlight💔✅

↳ when you're fighting and jeonghan takes things a little too far.

Stain On The Sink || @p0ckykiss💕✅

↳ mingyu is sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at his phone. for some reason, he had thought that you, who has never even dyed your own hair, let alone someone else’s, would be the perfect person to bleach his whole head. you agreed after mingyu said he’d buy you dinner if you did it.

The Art Of Pie-Making || @lovequartz💕✅

↳ (soft jihoon is a god istfg)

Dream Ride || @bambikisss🔞💕✅💯

↳ You haven't been able to sleep much lately, so you've been driving around at night to help ease your mind. However, you keep passing by the same jet black colored motorcycle every night, which then keeps showing up in your dreams. So when you stop one night to get gas and see the same motorcycle stopped nearby, you decide to meet the man under the helmet.

In Soft Hands || @beahae🔞💕💔✅

↳ You've sworn off dating. But your favourite kid at your work has the hottest dad in the entire world. A bit of harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right?

Morning Sunlight || @chwecandi🔞✅

↳ jeonghan wasn't used to this kind of stuff; waking up his girlfriend with head. but since you had brought the idea up to him the week prior and consented to it, he decided to try it out.

My Heat is Beating For Two || @seuonji💕✅

↳ you’re a worker at the daycare and of course, your main priority is the safety of the kids. how’d you deal with an unfamiliar face trying to pick up one of the kids one day?

Only For You || @phenomenalgirl9💕✅

↳ Just another office romance, where you think Seungcheol is just too caring, yes that's the reason why he's so sweet to you. (Seungkwan is dumb to think he likes you or something)

The Aftermath Of Trick-Or-Treating || @wooahaes💕✅

↳ (single dad jeonghan with a bbygirl)

The Road That Leads To You || @wongyuuu💕✅

↳ double dates are bound to go wrong

Twisted Fate || @smileysuh🔞💕💔✅

↳ “He deserved it,” Wonwoo assures you, reaching out to grab you by the back of the neck, pulling you closer. He’s covered in blood, and he looks like a sexy, wild monster. But he’s your monster, and you can’t help but react, leaning in- “Jesus Christ,” you hear Jeonghan breathe, turning to give you and Wonwoo privacy while he presses his lips against yours hungrily. At first, you can try to ignore the wet liquid on your fingertips as you grab at his strong shoulders, but you can’t ignore the taste on his tongue. Your body goes rigid and Wonwoo pulls back with a sigh, resting his forehead against yours. It’s an oddly peaceful moment amongst the chaos.

Vodka Slime || @multi-kpop-fanfics🔞💕✅💯💯💯💯

↳ picking up a hot guy from a bar to spend the night with was in your bucket list. him being an alien wasn't. not that you really complain.

A Poem A Day || @wooahaeproductions💕💔✅

↳ When Mingyu literally falls head over heels for someone, he has no idea what to do. What happens when he gets help (and a little meddling) from his friends? it definitely won’t be boring, that’s for sure.

Sunshine and Sunflowers || @shuastruck💕✅

↳ if you were a sunflower then seokmin was your sunshine.

Do check out all of the other seventeen fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[em-prentiss]

Oneshots 

when you hold me, it holds me together: Emily is stranded at a bar. She calls Hotch.

sweet nothing: Aaron and Emily’s daughter finally says her first word, but when she does, he’s not there. 

and when I break, it’s in a million pieces: Emily has a panic attack. 

I love you, it’s ruining my life: Emily's life is hardly okay after Doyle. Coming back and finding the man she loves with another woman doesn't help matters. 

you put me on and said I was your favorite: A closer look at Aaron and Emily's relationship.

I used to float (now I just fall down): Emily has a bad day and Aaron tries to help her through it. 

you can see it with the lights out (you are in love): Aaron and Emily, through different lenses. 

I know I don’t speak your language (but I wanna know more, baby): It's no secret Emily knows multiple languages. Sometimes, Aaron likes to show them off more than she does.

it always leads to you (in my hometown): Unrelated snippets of hotchniss based on every song in evermore. 

touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips: In which Aaron and Emily have a no strings attached kind of relationship. 

I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back (I have a lot of regrets about that): Scratch is finally down, but Aaron doesn't come home. Not until Emily runs into him by accident.

my sleepless night, my winless fight: It’s Emily’s first case as Unit Chief and she struggles to sleep with Aaron miles away.

to leave the warmest bed I’ve ever known: It’s JJ’s wedding, and Aaron knows Emily is leaving. He tries to stop it. 

amaranthine: Aaron takes care of Emily while she’s on her period.

this is where I wanna be (where it’s so sweet and heavenly): Aaron, Emily, and the small steps they take towards each other (infinitesimal, tentative, but they get there). 

passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long: Unrelated snippets of hotchniss based on every song in folklore.

if you’ve bled, I’ll bleed the same: Aaron looks after Emily in Colorado.

that old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in my soul: How Aaron deals with Emily's death. 

got lovestruck (went straight to my head): Emily brings a cat into the BAU.

oh can we just get a pause? (to be certain we'll be tall again): Hit and Run with established hotchniss.

I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends: How the team finds out about Aaron and Emily.

strange what desire will make foolish people do: Alaska is cold, and their joint room has only one bed.

when you know, you know: In celebration of Aaron and Emily's engagement, the BAU takes a trip to the beach.

Retrouvaille: It's Morgan's wedding, and Emily makes the trip from London.

everybody wants you, you can have them all (but I got what you need): Mick Rawson flirts with Emily. Aaron doesn’t like it. 

is there someone else or not? (cause I wanna keep you close): Aaron meets Beth. Emily won't admit she's jealous, but she definitely is.

these hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me: A Route 66 fic where Emily finds out about Aaron's surgery.

you could call me babe for the weekend: Emily comes back to help save JJ. She may or may not spend the rest of the weekend at Aaron's.

one single thread of gold tied me to you: Aaron visits the BAU after he gets out of WITSEC. 

say my name and everything just stops: Aaron and Emily go on an undercover date. 

Redamancy: A soccer mom pays extra attention to Aaron. Emily doesn't like it - and she does something about it. 

hold me, love me, touch me, honey (you'll be the first who ever did): Aaron looks after a concussed Emily. 

Soft Sundays

(aka the soft fics where nothing happens, really—some of my favorites to write and read)

drunk in love: Aaron is drunk. And really unable to contain his love for his wife.

Persuasion: Emily finds a stray cat. She wants to take it home; Aaron does not.

this love is glowing in the dark: Emily comes home drunk. Aaron is more than happy to take care of her. 

have I known you twenty seconds, or twenty years?: Two mornings, twenty years apart. They are parallel to each other; mirrors. 

no, I didn’t see the news (cause we were somewhere else): Emily opens the door to Aaron's apartment and finds her whole team waiting for her. She's not exactly fully dressed. 

burnt toast, sunday (you keep his shirt, he keeps his word): Emily needs a midnight snack. Whilst preparing it, she accidentally wakes Aaron.

in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you: Emily and Aaron let the laundry pile up. Tackling it is a joint effort, one neither of them wants to do. 

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[mysterymuseffn]

Ohhhh, you know of any good post Knockout fics? I’m guessing this would mainly be AU. I guess I’m in the mood for some angsty Caskett hurt/comfort.

Here's a wonderfully exhaustive list assembled by the amazing and iconic @castlefanfics - Post-Knockout fics

Also, @myrenthenostalgic and I just wrote a nice little angsty post-3x24 one-shot - Something New: "Call It What You Want"

And whenever you're in the mood for some really fantastic hurt/comfort - @bravevulnerability is always your best bet!

Here are some of my favorite angsty post-Knockout multi-fics from her:

tis the damn season

He's close enough to Alexis, but far enough to give her space; close enough to L.A. for him to drive out for press and book meetings, but far enough for him to feel secluded from the spotlight. And best of all, it was a parallel line across the country from New York, from everything that haunts him there." A Christmas season AU that takes place after the events of 3x24, Knockout (26K).

Retrouvailles

'It's been over a year since he last saw her and after all this time, of all places, he's literally bumped into her in the middle of Paris.' Castle never returned to the precinct after the shooting (51K).

carry you with me

'It's been months since Montgomery's funeral, since the gunshot, since the damning diagnosis after she awoke from surgery. ' An alternate ending to 'Knockout' that changes everything (7K).

All Too Well

'She's just missed him, Paula tells her when she shows up at the site of his book signing, Heat Rises clutched to her chest and sealed against her bullet wound. "You've got the guy twisted up enough over you, either get him out of your system or move on already."' An alternative take on 4x01, 'Rise'. Four shot.

[xzerosparrowx]

Hello, yes I have written a Drarry fic. Mainly because I heard that TERF J.K Rowling hates the idea of Drarry and I find that hilarious. She can eat dirt. This fic is inspired by the 1995 movie "Before Sunrise" which stars Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpi about two strangers who meet on a train in Venice and talk about their lives over a single day and night. It's a very sweet movie.

So yeah, wanted to write something like that but with Draco and Harry because I just think it'd be sweet to have a fic that is romantic but also bittersweet.

[pigeonneaux]

Bien le bonsoir ✨

Merci pour ces recommandations musicales dont je suis sûre sont d'une grande qualité, je les écouterai dès que possible !

Je peux donc enfin poser les questions intéressantes 😏

Parmi les ships que j'ai vu dans ta fiche, pourrais tu me parler un peu plus de Arthur/Perceval, de Arthur/Venec et de Arthur/Mani ? Je dois dire que c'est des ships que je ne vois pas beaucoup et qui sont intéressants donc j'aimerai beaucoup en savoir plus ! Comme en es tu venu à les aimer, quelles scènes entre eux sont tes préférées, des petits headcanons ? ☺️

Pour un peu de fun et si besoin d'inspi' je vais écrire quelques questions auxquelles tu peux répondre au choix avec les différents ships que tu as nommés (Arthur/Guenièvre, Arthur/Lancelot, Arthur/Perceval, Arthur/Mani et Arthur/Venec (Arthur definitely getting his fill around here) :

Qui est le plus affectif en public ?

Qui à peur de l'araignée et qui l'a met dehors/l'écrase avec sa botte ?

Le premier qui se confesse ?

Lequel mourrait pour l'autre ?

Qui s'excuse le premier après une engueulade ?

Qui pique la couette ?

Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre ?

Douce nuitée à toi ❤️🤎❤️🤎

🎅🐻🐉👑🪨🗡️

HAHA OUI J'AIME BEAUCOUP ARTHUR J'AVOUE. his gueule de tchoin. Bewitched me. I mean who said that.

Arthur/perceval c'est tellement mes meiwleowmeows genre c'en est presque platonique parce que perceval est...well, perceval. Ce qui me touche c'est particulièrement sa dévotion et le côté protecteur d'arthur qui peut ressortir quand il est avec lui. Quand il insiste pour que Perceval ne meurt pas pour lui, et dans kv1 la scène ou il se revoient...je pète mon crâne. Et a la fin de la serie quand ils parlent de leur reves. Si jme souviens bien, arthur n'a raconté son rêve a personne d'autre. "Les rêves ça se compare pas" je pète mon crâne (bis) (mais ma scènes préférée reste celle du lac avec la fausse canne à pêche et les règles de jeux)

Qui est le plus affectueux en publique ? Je dirais Arthur, il est du genre a tenir les gens par la main et les a embrasser pendant des ballades . Il est très pudique cependant donc ce sera rarement plus que ça s'il y a du monde.

Qui a peur de l'araignée/qui la met dehors : ah dur je sais pas bien si ça s'applique vraiment a eux. For shit n giggle disont que perceval sors l'araignée (s'il la tue sa fraterie va venir lui piquer les yeux pendant qu'il dort!!!)

Le premier qui se confesse ? : je crois qu'ils se confessent mutuellement un peu tout le temps (ça veut rien dire deal with it)

Lequel mourrait pour l'autre ? : 🥲 oh you know. En vrai Perceval pense qu'il mourrait pour Arthur mais on sais tous que le rois meurt a la fin. Donc. (Si Perceval meurt sur un champs de bataille dans les bras d'Arthur je fait tout péter)

Qui s'excuse en premier après une engueulade ? Ah bah Arthur, Arthur-culpabilité-religieuse-et-peur-de-l'abandon-Pendragon

Qui pique la couette? Perceval.

Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre? Perceval (j'aime bien imaginer que les chemises d'arthur sont un peu trop grandes pour lui. Aussi contrairement aux siennes, elles sont propres.)

Arthur/venec bah slut on slut miscommunication a coup de latte sur la playa tmtc. Mais aussi j'ai lu UNE FIC qui m'a faite chavirer. Je crois que c'était même une podfic d'ailleurs. De leurs retrouvailles dans kv1. Le BAIN. Le fait que ce soit venec qui ai fait sortir arthur en douce et qui l'ai ramené a rome. Leur lien est fort, la confiance aussi, même si venec est réputé pour être un rat sournois, arthur lui fait confiance et lui remet sa vie entre ses mains. C'est pas rien. Je crois que comme Perceval, il sait voir la vraie nature des gens,ou du moins il sent quand il peut se fier a quelqu'un malgré ce que la personne montre au premier abord.

(J'avais vu ce post ya longtemps qui disait que perceval pouvait voir la vraie nature des gens et c'est pour ÇA que depuis le début il deteste Mevanwi)

Qui est le plus affectueux en publique : venec, grande gueule il fait chier Arthur a dire a tout le monde qu'ils sont ensemble et que le roi est une bête de sex(c'est faux he's normal) Il le dit même aux chèvres.

Qui a peur de l'araignée/qui l'a met dehors jsuis sur que Venec a vu pire qu'une tite miguale ramper sur sa peau.

Le premier qui se confesse ? :3 tutur après la plage. Lequel mourrait pour l'autre

Venec. Il a pris pas mal de risques déjà. He didn't have to and yet

Qui s'excuse en premier après une engueulade ? Arthouuuuurrrr Qui pique la couette ? Ils se la pique mutuellement jusqu'à ce que ça finisse en battle de MMA et qu'ils se réveillent le lendemain matin avec des bleus partout. Arthur opte pour une couette chacun mais se réveille quand même les pieds froids et le cul a l'air parce que venec est juste comme ça. Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre ?

Vous avez vu le swag de venec. Arthur lui pique au moins ses gilets en skread

ET ARTHUR/MANI..... C'EST LA FAUTE A SLOUBS. C'est ses fanarts qui m'ont fait les ship. L'amour de jeunesse d'Arthur. Son amitié homoerotique et TRAGIQUE tout a propos de mani me rend TRISTE j'adore. Et si ils étaient resté en Bretagne tout les deux. S'ils étaient pas retourné a Rome. Argh. Et puis les nuits ou ils sortent en douce des dortoirs. Tellement d'images dans ma tête. I am unwell.

Qui est le plus affectueux en publique? Mani, il montre son affection par le touché donc même s'il peut être discret par moment, il faut toujours en sorte de toucher Arthurus d'une manière ou d'une autre. Il lui touche La main, l'épaule, une sangle qui dépasse d'un uniforme. Il le touche avc un pied quand ils sont assis a rien faire. C'est pas forcément remarquable de l'extérieur mais eux savent. Qui a peur de l'araignée/qui l'a met dehors ? : ils sont tout les deux useless. Papinius oskour. Le premier qui se confesse ? Ils ont pas eu le temps 🌟 (screaming crying throwing up) Lequel mourrait pour l'autre

Lequel est mort Qui s'excuse en premier après une engueulade ?

Aucun #mascutoxic (en vrai ils finissent par se dire qu'ils font une trêve) Qui pique la couette ?

Ils sont tellement collé qu'ils ont pas ce problème Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre ? Ils portent les mêmes vêtements🥲

[lacertae-dreamscape]

fanart made for @yourdragonisinanothercastle’s fanfic which i love a normal amount kjhfskdjhkjdhkjh

it’s a series for now in two parts, rendezvous and retrouvailles, and this fanart was made taking inspiration by a part in the second fic, Retrouvailles:

A small white figure had just alighted on the giant’s body, near what Yoo Joonghyuk belatedly recognized as the cockpit. He surged up into a run. That idiot! Why hadn’t Kim Dokja told him to attack there instead?

[Demon Duke Syswitz has been defeated.]

Two bodies fell from the sky. With his last burst of strength, Yoo Joonghyuk turned on Air Steps. He flew through the ash and the smoke. The flapping white coat landed in his extended arms.

Kim Dokja’s eyes opened in surprise. As the dark irises met his face, they seemed to fill with stars.

“Yoo Joonghyuk…”

Yoo Joonghyuk touched down on the scorched ground.

u should def go read it :D