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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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Spells and Chaos

Summary: Spells are preformed, and chaos ensues.

Warnings: violence, spells, threats, angst, fluff

Reader: Female Witch Reader

Pairings: Poly!Lost Boys x Female Reader

Word Count: 2937

A/n: Another part? @thelostboys-posts - @piscesnyx - @stickywinnerpastabakery - @a-marie-a - @cleocat246 -

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

Normal wasn’t the easiest thing for the boys to maintain. Every time that boy... what’s his name? Michael? Every time that boy in transition looks at you, stands too close or tries to flirt, you can see murderous intent in all of their eyes.

You had to forbid them from killing him. Keeping Star’s love interest alive is the least you could do for putting her in danger and using her body. You weren’t sure if they were going to listen to you but so far, the kid is still alive. He liked to push his luck, though.

Out on the pier the boys stuck together and caused mischief knowing Max was always watching. People talked about them often, so everything they did somehow reached Max’s ears. That meant they couldn’t suddenly monopolize your attention or cling to you like they wanted. You also had to wander around and seem aloof to everything. It was a rough few days before the full moon.

In the cave, away from prying eyes, was a totally different story. Once it was just the boys, you, Michael and the small child, their true nature came out. They refused to allow Michael within three feet of you, Laddie was still welcome for cuddles, but he was a small child not a hormonal teenager.

“Star, is everything alright?” Michael asks, walking along the beach with you.

“Why would something be wrong?” You ask, glancing at him. He stops, giving you a strange look.

“I know I haven’t been around for a while, but you used to hate the other guys. They made you uncomfortable and they’re controlling but now you’re all over them. What’s going on?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t understand,” You try to vaguely explain to him. “Just give me some time, alright?” You ask, trying your best to be flirtatious but it felt wrong. You grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze while stepping close to him. Just like that you could tell you had him wrapped around your finger. Deep down men are all the same. A flirty smile, soft words, and a little touch can go a long way. “Everything will be better after the full moon but until then just keep quiet and be patient... Can you do that for me?” Michael nods mutely. “Good,” You perk, kissing his cheek before withdrawing from him completely.

“Hey Star! Let’s go!” David shouts from the road. You give Michael another playful wink to help calm him down before skipping over to your mate. You climb onto the back of his bike, holding him close. The instant your secured around him he takes off with the boys in tow leaving Michael behind in their dust.

When the five of you reach your little piece of home they turn the bikes off, coming to your side in an instant. Normally, they’d spend the entire night terrorizing the town but until they could do that openly with you by their side, they were always eager to return home.

“If you touch him again, I won’t care that you want to keep him alive for Star. I’ll slaughter him where he stands,” David says, turning to face you after climbing off the bike.

“Even if it’s in the middle of the pier? With the whole town watching?” You wonder, stepping toe-to-toe with him. Your eyes remained locked together, your hand lifting and sliding past his jacket to touch his chest.

You hum when one of your boys, your beautiful Paul, presses up against your back. His large hands grip your hips, and he rubs against you.

“I’ll string him on top of the Ferris wheel so that everyone can have a good view of what happens when you touch our girl,” David vows, pinching your chin. You hum, arching into him, Paul squeezing your tighter.

“Sexy...” You whisper. “Unnecessary but sexy,” You comment, sending him a wink before slipping from their arms. David growls following after you as Paul hops to your side, his arm draping around your neck. They both wanted nothing more than to grab you, shove you against the nearest wall and fight for dominance knowing you’d never just submit to either of them.

If only you weren’t in Stars body...

You were beginning to hate being in this body. You missed yourself and you hate not being able to be more intimate with the boys. They refused to go any further than innocent touches and intense cuddling while you’re in Star. You appreciated the sentiment, but you haven’t been with anybody since you left them, and you were becoming impatient.

Eventually the night of the full moon came. You were beyond nervous, doubtful thoughts creeping into your mind, but you knew you had to ignore them. You had to try and free them from Max - you’ve been successful before you can do this.

But you’ve never gone against a vampire like Max. He’s the strongest one you’ve ever encountered, not to mention this one is personal with everything on the line. You’ll have to perform the spell quickly knowing that he’ll sense the spell in motion the instant you start.

“Hey, flower,” Marko whispers, coming in front of you, gently pulling you from your thoughts. He gives you a smile, resting his hands on your hips. “You doing, ok?”

“I’m scared,” You whisper, confiding in him. He nods slowly, lifting a hand to caress the side of your face.

“Yeah, we are too,” He laughs a bit. You huff, laying your head on his shoulder. “We have faith in you. All you gotta do is preform your witchy woo and let us handle anything else,”

“What if I fail?” You whisper, clutching him tighter. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you closer, his head rubbing against yours.

“This is our all or nothing, princess. No matter what, we’re not dealing with Max ever again. If we fail, then we’ll just find each other in another life,” Marko shrugs. “We’ll have our happily ever after,” He promises.

“Thank you, Marko,” You whisper, giving him one last squeeze. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Do you have everything you need?” Dwayne asks, coming up to you only when you pull from Marko not wanting to interrupt any comfort you need.

“Yes,” You nod, adjusting your bag. “I’ve scouted a spot in the woods. We should get going. The spell will take a while and Max will know when I start... He’ll try to stop it,”

“We’ve got you, babe,” Marko promises, Paul coming up behind you.

“Just a couple more hours and we’re free,” Paul whispers in your ear. “And you can return to your body, and we’ll be free to truly celebrate our reunion. That sound good, baby?”

“Perfect,” You whisper, leaning back against him. “Come on,” You mutter, pulling from Paul leading your boys out of the cave. You all climbed onto the bikes, David pulling you towards his like always - he loved to hog you when you all road the bikes.

You directed them away from the boardwalk and beach, deep into the forest. Eventually you ditched the dirt bikes and continued to lead them to the spot you had found.

“So, how does this work?” David asks when you reached your destination.

“How this works is that I perform the spell and you stay out of my way and be quiet,” You state with a sly grin on your face. The other three grin having remembered what you were like when performing spells. You didn’t like to be interrupted.

You drew a circle with specific symbols inside before lighting six fires. One for each of your boys, one for yourself, and one for Max. You then took out the vials of blood and clippings of hair.

“Are those ours?” Paul couldn’t help but to ask. You hummed.

“And when did you get them?” David asks, crossing his arms.

“You are heavy sleepers,” You answered with a smirk.

“Sick,” Marko grinned, excited to see you in action again.

“Now, when I burn these, you’ll feel a sensation. I’m binding all of us to this spell and I’ll be able to cut the tether Max has on us all. When I do Max’s, he’ll instantly know what’s going on,” You warn.

“We’ll be ready for him,” Paul assures you, the other hissing in agreement.

“Alright then,” You whisper. “Let the games begin,”

One by one you bind the boys to the spell, the fires roaring when you add the blood and hair. You then do yourself, saving Max for last. You give them each a look, only when they silently encourage you do you complete the binding.

From there you close your eyes and whisper the incantations as quickly and precisely as you can. You hold your hands over the fires, the flames becoming warmer by the second.

“He’s coming,” You whisper, sensing your brother on the move. The boys perk in alert. “He knows where we are,”

“Keep going,” Dwayne quickly urges, sensing the spell dying out as your attention diverts. “Trust us to handle this, just break the bond,”

“We’ll protect you,” David vows.

“Don’t get yourselves killed or this will be all for naught,” You whisper, opening your eyes for a moment.

“Trust us,” Dwayne urges. You give a sigh and a nod before returning to the spell.

“I knew something was going on,” Max says, arriving to the field you have chosen. “Looks like my sister has returned and is already getting to work,”

“We won’t be your slaves anymore,” Paul snarls. Max smirks, letting out a laugh.

“And what makes you think you’ll escape from me?” He asks. “You really think a little spell is going to break the sire bond?”

“You’ve always underestimated her,” David said.

“On the contrary, I’ve always known what she’s capable of. I knew she’d return for you all eventually and when you guys started to act differently, Star included, I knew she had returned,” Max said. “My only saving grace was the fact that there was a couple of days between her arrival and the full moon, giving me time to prepare for whatever she had planned,”

“You’re too late,” Marko says bravely.

“We’re not letting you near her,” David states, bringing Max’s attention back to him. “And soon she’ll be done with the spell, and it’ll be us against you. And admit it, old man, you’re out of practice,”

“I can admit that, but it seems that you’ve underestimated me, David. What a pity,” Max whispers. The boy’s glance at themselves before spinning around when they heard your gasp loudly.

You’re kneeling on the ground, hunched over with your hand covering your side. The scent of blood fills their noses as your side begins to bleed. Paul races to your side but Dwayne stops him short.

“Let me go!” Paul snarls.

“If you break the circle the spell will be interrupted and she’ll have to start over,” Dwayne snarls in his ear.

“What’s happening to her?” Marko asks, frantically standing on the edge of the border.

“You’re all so focused on keeping me from breaking the circle that none of you have thought to protect her true body. It’s open for the taking, her protection spell was easy to break once she begun this ritual,”

“Fuck,” Paul curses, prepared to leave the forest and get to your body but then Max’s stupid demon dog arrived with a handful of fresh vampires.

“So, you all can make the decision between racing for her true body and maybe saving her from death or staying here and try to keep us all out of that circle. Either way, that spell isn’t going to be completed,”

Their attention returns to you when you scream, falling onto your back. More wounds make themselves known, killing you slowly.

Marko lashes out first, killing the first newborn vampire beside him. This triggers the fighting, all four of them desperately keeping the vampires away from your circle.

Amazingly, through your pain, you try to continue the spell. It works slowly which makes Max all the more desperate to stop you.

“We have to get to her body!” Paul shouts, ripping a random man’s head off.

“Marko!” David shouts. “You’re the fastest, go!” He orders. Marko snarls kicking the demon dog away from him and across the forest before jumping into the air.

“Do not let him reach her!” Max shouted orders. A few vampires manage to get past the boys, but they trusted Marko to handle them.

“I don’t have much left,” You whisper, feeling your energy wane. Dwayne turns from the fighting and kneels as close to you as possible.

“Save your energy, princess,” Dwayne whispers. “You staying alive is much more important than completing this spell,”

“Do you really think he’ll let us live after this?” You whisper, pulling yourself closer to him. Neither of you break the circle. “This chance is all we have,” Dwayne huffs, whining slightly in frustration.

“Is there anything we can do?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you as you look past him to Paul and David, both of whom have finished off the rest of the vampires and are taking on Max.

“Kill him the instant this spell is over,” you tell him.

“With pleasure,” He snarls, with a sadistic grin. “Give it your all, baby,”

You nod tiredly watching him turn to his brothers and aiding them in their fight. You muster up as much energy as you can and begin the spell once more. You can feel the end of the spell coming. You’re so close and even as you feel another wound appearing on your back you push to the end.

When the spell is complete the fires all go out at once. When the sudden darkness appears, everyone pauses. They all stare at you, the moon light shining brightly.

“It’s done,” You whisper. “Kill him,” You snarl. They boys don’t bother holding back, tearing into Max as you collapse onto the forest floor.

When you awake, you’re lying on the bed inside the cave. Your entire body is stiff, and your head feels like it’s splitting open. You don’t recall what made you feel this way at first but as you sit up and massage your skull the memories slowly return.

“Y/n?” Marko asks, hesitantly. Your eyes open and turn to look at him. He’s standing a few feet, looking unsure as if he wasn’t convinced you were you.

“Is he dead? Did it work?” You ask, your heart hammering in your chest. The second it takes for him to reply is the most intense moment you remember experiencing; a million possibilities race through your mind causing you to almost miss his answer.

“He’s gone, flower... You did it,” Marko reassures you with the widest grin. Your head slowly processes his words.

“He’s gone...” You whisper. “He’s really gone...”

In a way you couldn’t believe it. You don’t remember a moment of your life where Max wasn’t controlling the way you lived. Even when you disappeared, he had a hold of you through your mates. You’ve never experienced freedom before and now that you suddenly had it... what were you going to do?

“Y/n!” Paul shouts, shoving past Marko practically leaping onto the bed. You laugh forgetting about your soreness and headache as the happiness of your success takes over.

Paul shoves you onto you back and connects his lips with yours. Your arm wrap around his back, your nails clawing at him desperately. Paul moan slipping between your legs, grinding against you needily.

It’s only when he pulls away - more like when Marko rips him off of you so that he could get a kiss - did you realize you’re in your original body. You didn’t know where Star was, and you had every intention to ask about her but then Marko was kissing you and you easily got sidetracked.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Marko whispers against your lips.

“We missed you so much,” Paul adds, lying beside you, his lips going to your neck.

“Star?” You manage to get out, though you struggled to focus as your two boys groped, grinded, and kissed every inch of your body while pulling at your clothes.

“At Michaels safe and sound,” David assures you. Your eyes go to the end of the bed seeing David watching with lust filled eyes and Dwayne beside him.

“They have Laddie with them. All human,” Dwayne continues, pushing Marko to the side so he could climb on top of you. “And now Max is gone and you’re back in your body... and we have you all to ourselves,”

“It’s been too long,” You whine, arching into him begging for his touch, his kiss, his anything. Unable to hold himself back, he gives you both what you desperately need - a sweet yet borderline pornographic kiss meant to stake a claim more than anything.

Dwayne straddles your hips and leans back. You chase after him, not wanting to break the addicting kiss. David slips behind you, grabbing a fist full of hair (if you have the hair for it otherwise, he grabs your chin and forcefully turns your head to him) and pulls you back against him stealing your lips from Dwayne.

With Dwayne in your lap, David at your back, and Marko and Paul at your sides you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before. The loneliness and longing you’ve felt throughout the years are finally over. Now that you have them, and your freedom, you’ll never give either up.

#poly!lost boys #poly!tlb #tlb 1987 #The Lost Boys 1987 #david x reader #paul x reader #paul x female reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #Female reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader #witch!reader #vampire #hybrid!reader #The Hybrid and Her Mates fic

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the-goblin-cat · 5 months

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hog from left field, but,

CASPER

Casper, my sweet little pumpkin boy imp from the ISEKAI! ttrpg campaign

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

It's fully just a reference to Casper the friendly ghost, cause I originally envisioned him as pale blue

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Casper is currently 13

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

I jokingly ship him with an extremely minor npc simply called Tenturik Girl. Tenturiks are bearcat-like beasts that fill the same role as dogs in Areatam, the game's setting. However, some of them can grow to massive size. A random human girl around Casper's age joined in a race riding on one such creature.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

pizza, but especially the concoction the party members invented by cooking flatbread dough on the coals with various herbs and toppings.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

He is a destined hero and a kid, so on the spectrum between "unemployed" and "mercenary".

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Casper loves games, both video games and physical board and card games. His particular favorite is a game played with cards and figures called Knights of the Spiral.

🎯 -What do they do best?

He's great at picking up new forms of magic and has the highest number of elemental spells of the group, though his physical abilities are lacking as a result.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

He loves the aforementioned games, and learning new things. He hates being sad or thinking about home.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Going to Navy Pier with his older cousin Kay and friend Xochitl. At the time Kay and Xochitl were dating and it was all very happy.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

The day his mother died, though subsequently trying to run away from home and getting caught in the rain was very close.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

As mentioned before, I originally wanted him to be blue. He also originally had glasses. I love his current design tho

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I wanted to create a delightful childish character to foist on the other players, as an homage to @fvriva's Ellie character.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

They were made for Isekai babey

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

cishet probably.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

no true siblings, though he and Kay have grown to see each other s such.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Casper loved them both very much. However, after his mother's death, his relationship with his father became strained, as the grief left him unable to properly care for his son. Eventually Casper's father checked himself into a facility and sent him to live with his mother's side of the family. Csper's aunt and uncle certainly provide adequate care physically and financially, but have a strained marriage themselves and can't provide emotionally for neither Casper nor Kay.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

In addition to his adorable design I like how the dice tends to fall in his favor. The world is awed by the feats of this very strong little boy

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

the game is play by post and moves at a leisurely pace so a few times a week on average.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

absolutely not

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

being abandoned

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

None so far, though he and His Holiness the Patriarch Puranmas has a heated debate over whether Shrek was anime

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Conceptualized bout two years ago, though the game began last year

#Casper #ask game #isekaiverse

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hwaksimpokemon · 1 year

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give us your honest opinions on all of rainbow rocket, then. if you have time

Ooh, boy. Okay. Someone's going to show up at my house-

I do want to preface this by saying I don't agree with any of their actions relating to legendary pokémon. I'm talking about the person I interact with out of necessity at the meetings.

Maxie: Maxie's a bit... sharp around the edges. But he's not bad at all, really, once he trusts you a little bit. We've had our disagreements, sure. He really did not like me when we first met. We can talk, now. And it's nice.

Archie: Archie and I get along well! We have a similar outlook on a lot of things, especially on Giovanni's trapping methods. And he realizes now that his plans with Kyogre were a little... well, his intentions were good. Same as Maxie. The methods weren't. Archie is one of the few people at those meetings that does look out for me where he can, and I appreciate that.

Giovanni: Oh, Giovanni... I punched his lights out pretty recently. And it felt amazing. And I hated it. I hate being angry, I hate being violent when I don't need to be, but he just would not. Stop. Talking. And I needed him to shut up. I am so sick of the way he makes me feel, the way he makes me look to people around us- I hate that he makes me look stupid, makes me look weak. I despise the hold he has over me, and I hate that he won't tell me what he keeps me around more. ... I hate him.

Chairman Rose: Rose and I don't speak often. I barely even know what he does- he's not been at the meetings since I started attending, dealing with some 'personal issues' back in Galar. I really don't have a strong opinion either way on him.

Piers: I admire how he looks after N. I also admire his honesty. We don't talk much, but I think he's a good kid.

Ghetsis: I despise him. The way he treats both people and pokémon makes me sick. I healed his Hydreigon once after a battle, and it showed up at my house that night, that's how shit he is to it. He's a vile human being, and I don't know how Colress deals with him. He was almost nice to me once, when he made me a cup of tea, before promptly criticizing my husband for marrying a man. He also tried to kill my brother, and nearly killed me. Giovanni had to stop him.

N: Honestly, I don't really know what N is doing in our meetings. He's uncomfortable around Ghetsis, which is completely fair, and I don't think he even really wants to be there. I sit next to him. We have nice conversations. I gave him a fidget cube once when he was anxious, and he returned the favor at the next meeting. He's a good kid.

Colress: Colress is lovely. Redirecting his efforts to something beneficial now that he's not fully tied to Ghetsis is amazing, and he's genuinely just a lovely person. We've battled on occasion, and I've normally lost, but it's always a fun time. We play Scrabble together, and have a rule where you can spell words however you want. We are both dyslexic.

Lysandre: I have... mixed feelings on Lysandre. For reasons I can't really delve into. It would be unprofessional of me. I do want to say, though, that he never did anything to me directly. Of Rainbow Rocket, he is nowhere near the worst.

Lusamine: She was awful to her children, and I resent her for that. I'm also from Alola, and was visiting when she opened up the wormholes. She put my family in danger, and I resent that too. I know of nothing good she's ever done.

Cyrus: Cyrus is... complicated. One the one hand, he's friends with Kamiya (who I will get to, don't you fucking worry), but on the other, he's... decently pleasant when he visits. He comes over to my house every now and then, and we talk. I worry about him wandering the island so often. I hope he's alright.

Kamiya Sakoda: Where to fucking start with you, Kamiya? He helped me through my second divorce. Namely, he helped me realize the way my husband was treating me and my son. Let me stay at his house while I was figuring things out, and was generally helpful to me. Even set me up with my new husband. Then he got upset that my attention wasn't fully on him anymore. And he started being a dick. I had been hiding from my father, at the time- meeting with him and my brother occasionally, but not letting them know where I was staying. For my own safety. But they found out eventually, and dragged me out of my home to beat me. Twelve hours in, they called our family doctor (who just so happens to be Kamiya's fucking wife) so of course, he showed up. Carried me back to his house, insisted I stay for my own safety. Generally 'caring', when he wasn't hitting my injuries. Turns out, he was the one that told my father where I was. I was furious when I found out. Angry at him for doing such a thing, angry at myself for not seeing it coming- it was horrible. I'll never forgive him. For any of it.

Haruka: My ex-husband. The one Kamiya helped me get away from. I don't want to think about him.

Zero: Zero freaks me the fuck out. I'm sure that's probably his whole thing, but it works, and I don't like it. He's horrifying to look at, boring to talk to, and overall just not my cup of tea.

Lucio: Lucio is just plain unpleasant. He thinks he's better than he is, and it shows pathetically. His business is shady at best, and at worst, plain predatory. He also has an annoying habit of hurting people that work for me.

#jung hwaksim #pkmn irl #hwaksim pokemon #pokemon #pokemon rp #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pkmn rp #ask hwaksim #pokemon oc #this took so fucking long you have no idea.

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hepbaestus · 2 years

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Thoughts on Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) SPOILERS AHEAD

I just got back from a 7+ hour trip back to my uni accommodation and the amount of Glass Onion tiktoks that I've been getting are astounding. So I'm going to watch it.

All I know about this film is that Benoit Blanc is very gay and is in a relationship with Phillip (Hugh Grant's character). (Is that canon?)

This was filmed during Covid? Nice.

That's the actress for Agatha Harkness in Wandavision!

Oooo she's a governor.

He FAXES??? Jesus Christ, that is old.

Child = NFT??? that's quite hilarious.

Breaking Covid rules? As expected.

I already love Peg.

DAVE BATISTA??? HELLO?

this is the best character introduction to a character.

Dukey? What a cute nickname from his mum.

The breastification of America? What a sentence. (That was also difficult to spell)

Hell yeah, his mum's a badass.

Oooo fancy.

This box is fancy schmancy.

I like their interactions, they seem really human.

I want to meet this Miles Bron. He seems like a fun dude.

"My beautiful disruptors." I love that.

Oh. Of course Miles is dead. Bruh.

Oh no. One of their friends is alone.

I mean, that's one way of opening it that's for sure.

Really? Among us?

Benoit Blanc has a bath fez? That's brilliant.

The old hags playing Among Us is quite funny.

QUIPLASH? AS IN QUIPLASH FROM JACKBOX? hell yeah

Haven't left the bath for a week???

That was Cain's Jawbone on the floor with it's pages missing. Did this fucking man figure out the true way it's supposed to be read?

I love the rubber duckie on the edge of the bath.

No one straight wears a bandana around their neck like that. Or at least none that I know.

The different modes of travel suits each character. Of course she's not wearing a mask.

I don't know if I like the accent.

The reactions to this spray shot thing? Especially Benoit's, you can tell that he's had experience with things in the back of his throat unlike the others.

Oooooo a slap band.

Oh she left Alpha?

Oooo the sad lady again. She's clearly pitted to be the odd one out, probably going to end up being the main suspect or something similar.

The reference to Social Network oml.

AYO?? GLASS SCULPTURES FROM THE SEA

Also the name of the island; Pisceshite. Clearly meaning "piece of shit". I love this film so much already.

The running across the pier reminds me of Mamma Mia

The necklace? Sure dude.

The tension between Miles and Andi? Oof.

Miles looks like he's just in pajamas.

I love Derol. He's just there.

It is just a rich-asshole house.

Oh the slap band is a biorhythm monitor.

Andi's haircut is really cool.

That is very trippy.

I love that the detective has so many questions and stuff about the island.

"Simple children's puzzles."

I'm curious as to what chakra the others got assigned.

Benoit's outfit. Bro that's a homsexual.

Not Jared Leto of all people.

I love this awkward wading in the water.

Benoit's uncomfortableness when Birdie sits way too close to him. Like can y'all not see that he's a homsexual? Look at the outfit for crying out loud.

Dukes is on Twitch? Nice.

So what I'm gathering from this speech is that I would hate all of them if they were real life people.

Evidently, Andi has some seeming common sense of humility.

Of course Duke also got banned on Twitch.

Peg's is just trying to keep her job.

Of course, hiding behind a statue with it's butt just freely showing.

Oh shit.

The superman tattoo on the finger. Nice.

Is that a Ronald McDonald painting series??

The classic red cup

Andi's outfit. I love it.

HE HAS THE MONA LISA IN HIS HOUSE.

The Louvre closed?

Derol's back! My boy!

There's always one that doesn't know the answer. He like me fr.

Claire doesn't like Klear.

Oh shit, Lionel really doesn't like this.

HE JUST HAS THE FRONT OF A GREEK TEMPLE BEHIND HIS DINING TABLE?

IRL Cluedo time

Already starting the game.

Has he already completed it. Jesus Christ, this man is good.

I wonder why people don't tell you the truth anymore .

Of course Take Me Home, Country Roads is playing.

The cool turkey bone brooch thing that Lionel's wearing on his suit. The bone you pull and whoever gets the longer piece is lucky/gets a wish. (That was the worst explanation of it that I've ever seen)

The Mona Lisa's protection thing is going quicker, Miles or someone's about to die. This is where shit goes down.

I knew it

Rip Duke.

Is he choking? Nah shit.

Of course they're trying to cover their own asses.

Now they're going to be moving everything and ruining the scene.

Rip Andi.

That happens at 10 o'clock.

That close-up shot of the Mona Lisa is irking me.

Hugh Grant!!! Man's is just baking for his boyfriend.

Trauma dumping to a random stranger? Like every twitch chat I see.

Why is Andi's body on the gurney and then why is she alive for the party?

A journal since she was six? The dedication of this woman.

Oh wait, sad lady is Andi's twin.

Fuck. No.

Shit so that means both Brand twins are dead.

The good ol' Ted Talks.

I love that Lionel was a substitute teacher before all this shit.

They all betrayed her.

Whiskey has no thought to what she's saying.

She puts on a front.

I love that she's just downing the 9% alcohol.

Serena Williams???

Peg. Poor Peg. Birdie doesn't give a shit about her.

Derol! Turns out he has it.

Ayo what?

Jeremy Renner??

I am confusion.

Oh wait, she's not dead

It's really cool that we're also left out of the story.

That's so cool oh my god!

That son of a bitch.

Fuck bro. No.

Something is going to get thrown at the Mona Lisa and there'll be a camera in it.

That's a cool shot.

Oh shit the hydrogen gas thingy that this entire building runs on!

What a nice fire show!

The car!

I love slow shots where everything is going to shit. It's surprisingly beautiful.

Finally they're on Andi's side.

I like the lil portraits during the credits, very Cluedo style

Overall score: 9.7/10 this is such a good film

Recommendations welcome!

#glass onion #glass onion: a knives out mystery (2022)#film reviews #film #film recommendations #film review #glass onion spoilers

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Atherix atherix atherix. I am holding you gently in my hands. WHY DO YOU LOVE TO TOURMENT US SO-

If I may, the mimics can go take a long walk off a short pier. LET THE CHARACTERS BE HAPPY!! HAVEN'T THEY SUFDERED ENOUGH no, never. they are our blorbos and so must feel pain <3 And ok, yes, I hate the mimics. But from a storytelling aspect?? It's an amazing way to A, cause trauma (hehe) B, give a voice to the thoughts, feelings, + fears that maybe wouldn't be so clearly stated or dealt with otherwise, and C, cause conflict/bonding with characters. As a plot device? Incredible. As a character? They can die <3 Amazing.

And ohh! Wardens! Lore! Old stories! Skulk! This is definitely not gonna cause any issues at all whatsoever :) The lullaby though- ugh my heart. Just tubbo, his dads, and their creepy as hell children's songs ^u^ The family bonding has my heart 🥰

This is definitely only going good places :D

-Terrified as ever, 🍂

Hehehehe your fear fuels me <3

HJFSFHSK YESSSS. I love the Mimics. I hate them so much <3 I love what I can and will do with them. Y'all are gonna hate what I can and will do with them <3 LOOK. HAVING YOUR DEEPEST INSECURITIES AND WORRIES AND FEARS THROWN IN YOUR FACE IS SO GOOD. Also the trauma <3 Lovely. I eat this shit up <3 Can't wait to reveal what Mimics actually are. Or, more specifically- what these Mimics actually are :) (Context to come in next chapter hehe)

YESSSSSSS THE MYTHS AND THE STORIES MAKE A COMEBACK. And the introduction of Skulk. Or Sculk. Haven't decided how I'm gonna spell it once it's officially given a name haha- Children's lullabies are always creepy <3 I am glad I am love them <3

Hehehe of course :)

#Ask #Midnight Series #🍂autumn anon🍂#<3<3

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heyangel28 · 22 days

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𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦! (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑)

Prince!Harry x Princess!OC

Warnings: Suggestive? making out? Smutish (no actual penetration)

Based on the song ‘But Daddy I Love Him’ by Taylor Swift

A/N: This is part 3 of the BDILH series so if you haven’t read part 1 and part 2 I suggest you do that. Also, this has not been proofread so please excuse any spelling or grammer mistakes. Anyway. Enjoyyy x

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I sit by the lake, letting my feet dangle into the dark, cold water as my shoes sit beside me on the pier and tears stain my cheeks. The only visible light was from the moon and the distant castle. It was silence that filled the air that night. I had ran out. I knew it was for the best and I knew it was coming, so why was I stupid enough to believe he wouldn’t have said her name? Stupid enough to think he would’ve picked me out the crowd and chose me instead? I had it coming. I should’ve known he wouldn’t have thrown it all away for me. For us. I understand his game, I understand what he’s doing and I understand that it’s the right thing to do but yet it still hurts me.

“You’ll freeze sitting out here like this.” A voice behind me knocks me out of my trance and back down to earth with a thump, making me jump in surprise. I wipe the droplets off my tear stained cheeks as I recognise the voice behind me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” I can feel him take a seat beside me on the wooden structure but don’t turn my gaze to look at him yet as I continue to look out at the lake.

The silence in the air is now thick with awkwardness and I can practically taste the question sitting on the tip of his tongue, the question of why.

“How much time do you have before you’re missed?” I murmur, my eyes finally flickering to his face.

He scoffs quietly and nods his head in agreement. He knows I’m right. If he’s gone for too long people will start to search for him.

“Right, yes…I have about thirty minutes before Father will be starting an official search for me…” He huffs humourlessly. “Can’t have the heir to the throne missing from his own party for too long.”

I can’t help but let out a small huff of air as a laugh and turn my gaze back to the water.

“You made the right choice.” I say after a moment, turning to look at him again. “I saw her dancing with you across the hall tonight, she seems the perfect fit.”

“Yes. She’s perfect,” I mutters hesitantly. “I’m sure she’ll make a wonderful wife.”

I glance down to his lap, not even thinking before I reach and grab his hand in mine.

“You don’t sound happy about it.” I mutter, looking down at our intertwined hands, my stomach twisting at the feeling of his skin against my own.

“It’s a matter of duty,” He murmurs, his eyes flickering back to the water. “My father has made it clear that it’s time for me to start looking at finding a wife, and producing heirs to the throne.”

I grimace internally at the idea of him ‘producing heirs’. I hate to admit it but I can’t stop the rush of jealousy that wells up inside me.

The thought of Isabella bearing his child, of him sleeping with her…it all makes me want to throw up a little.

He tug my hand, forcing me to look up at him. “Can I show you something?” He asks in a whisper and I look at him curiously.

He gets to his feet and holds his free hand out to me to help me up. “C’mon,” He murmurs. “Trust me…”

I take his hand and pull myself up, grabbing my shoes as he drags me off the pier and back up towards the castle gardens.

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We finally reach the center of the maze, the high hedges surrounding us on all sides. It’s the most secluded place in the whole garden and I can’t help but feel hope at the fact that no one will ever find us here.

He turns to me, his eyes trailing over every part of my face as if he wants to say something. But he doesn’t.

“Are you okay about all this?” I ask softly, speaking first.

“Honestly?” He sighs. “I’m pissed about it. Tonight has been absolute hell. All I could think of is how I should be able to choose the girl I actually want, the girl I actually love…”

My heart flutters at the word. “Love?” I look up at him, my heartbeat erratic. Is he admitting what I think he is?

He stops in his tracks. He looks down at me, his hands clutching my waist tightly, his jaw working as he tries to form the words he’s been seemingly holding back this whole time.

“Yes,” He finally murmurs. “Love…I love you, Emily. I know I shouldn’t…I know there’s so many reasons we can’t be together…but I can’t help it. It’s killing me…”

He loves me. He’s loved me this whole time? This man, who I thought was incapable of loving again loves me. I thought about all the things I’d never experienced, love was at the top of my list. And here it was, bowing down at my feet like I was some goddess. And I loved it back. I loved him too. I…love…him.

I shake my head, approaching him as he rambled on. “Shut up.” I mutter, grabbing his face and smashing my lips onto his, not wasting a second in telling him I loved him too.

We practically melt against each other, his lips immediately parting for mine in desperation.

He grips me tight, pulling my body as close to his as physically possible, his hands gripping my hips like I was his lifeline.

The second I feel his tongue slip into my mouth I knew I was done for. I’m so bloody screwed.

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We burst through the doors to his bedchambers, our hands all over each and every piece of each other we can reach.

The door slams shut behind us, and he wastes no time shoving me up against the hard wood. I have no time to waste before he’s on me again, his mouth on my neck, his hands tearing at my corset.

I move my lips away for a moment to take a breath, my hands on his shoulders, stopping him for a moment. “I’ve never done this before.” I murmur in warning.

He pauses, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants.

“You’ve never?” He asks in confirmation.

I shrug with a sheepish smile. “I’m a princess what do you expect?”

His mouth turns up into a small smile, making every part of me burning for more of him.

“I’m honored that I’m your first, love…” He said softly, bringing a hand up to brush through my hair. “We don’t have to…not if you’re not ready. I can wait…”

I shake my head desperately. “No…no I want this…I do. This-this could be our last night together. Our last chance.”

This could be the last night that I get to hold him, kiss him, have him.

He nods, his body coming back to mine and taking hold of her again. “Take this dress off,”He mutters, his hand going to the ties at the back of the corset.

As the strings loosen I let out a sigh, finally being able to breathe after the whole night of being restricted. Now all that’s left is the dress itself.

I grab the sleeves of the dress and pull them down my arms until the dress slips to the floor and pools around my ankles, wanting to give him a show.

I watch as he lets his eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of bared skin.

“You’re…so damn beautiful,” He whispers, although his voice came out as a half-groan.

In this moment I lose all patience. We are on a time limit after all and I reach forward for his own shirt in which he lets me tug off over his head, trying to kick my brain into working again as my eyes travel over his bare chest.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter as his hands go to my thighs. He grips me, lifting me up into his arms, holding me like i weighed nothing.

He walks over to the bed and drops me down onto the sheets, his body following right after as he settles over me, his mouth finding mine again in a hot, open-mouthed kiss and my hands grip at his hair as our lips meet.

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I catch my breathe, resting my head on his chest buried in the sheets. It could be any moment now someone burst through that door looking for him but I can’t seem to care. Just 24 hours ago I was an innocent, untouched princess who had never experienced anything and now here I was lying naked in the sheets of a prince i was forbidden to love. This was far from like me at all. I could stay like this forever, wrapped up with him in bed, completely untroubled by the rest of the world.

But as much as I hate it, I know that it can’t last. I know that this little bubble of freedom and privacy will burst, and we’ll be yanked back into the real world.

“They’re going to come looking for me soon…” He murmurs quietly, his hand rubbing softly up and down my back.

“I know…” I whisper in return. “I should probably get going before someone bursts in here.”

He nods, obviously not wanting to let me go but knowing that I’m right. He loosens his arms around me, letting me get up.

“You’re probably right.” He says, his hand gently tracing up my bare back as I start to get untangled from the sheets.

Once changed I stand in the room. Not sure how to say goodbye, if I was ever ready.

I watch him sitting there, my heart hurting at the sight of having to leave him, I don’t know how I’m supposed to just let this all go, not knowing when I’ll get to touch him again.

“You should probably go…” He murmurs, as if reading my thoughts, I nod. I know he’s right even though it’s the last thing I want to do.

“This isn’t it right?” I ask as I head over to the window. “Tell me we’ll see each other again?”

I shake my head, quickly moving out of bed and stalking towards her. I take one of her hands into mine, holding it in a tight grip.

“We’ll see each other again, darling…I promise.”He whispers, his voice coming out in a quiet but firm whisper.

I’m not letting him go, not this easily.

I smile and place my lips on his one last time.“Tonight was one of the best nights of my life.” I whisper as I fling my legs over the windowsill.

“For me, too, darling.” His hand gently gripping my chin as he leans down to steal one more kiss before I go.

“Goodnight, darling.” He murmurs against my lips, my chest already aching at the thought of leaving.

I look back at him one last time and without another word I slip out the window and scale down the palace walls unnoticed.

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(Harry’s POV)

I watch as she disappears into the night, my chest aching at the sight of her leaving me alone.

She’ll come back to me soon…I’ll figure out a way to see her again…

#Spotify #fanfiction #short story #one shot #part 3 #but daddy I love him!#Harry styles #Prince!harry au #royalty au #fanfic #original character

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years

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re: ok gamers: i am intrigued and delighted pls tell me more 👀

asdjfkl; OKAY so earlier tonight i was reminded of this oc i have named henry blackwell. henry is a hotshot private detective from a wip i've been referring to as Blackwell & Linwood, though i'm thinking i might change the title now that i'm revamping it.

i've recycled some characters from it (like the rat king) for some other wips because i reached a point where i was like "no this is going to be something else now" but. no i wanna bring this back actually. i can cut some of the original cast and streamline it a bit but i love this concept actually

the basic plot kicks off with henry trying to solve a series of disappearances and bring the missing people home, but on the way he learns that there's more to these disappearances than meets the eye... there might just be something a little supernatural going on. which pisses henry off SO much because he hates the supernatural SO MUCH ASDFJKL;

i'm still figuring out how i'm going to revamp it but i will explain the basic main cast:

Henry Blackwell (he/him) - a smart-talking private detective who thinks he's hot shit and enjoys undermining authority (especially the police). He comes off as an asshole and kinda leans into that perception a bit, but he's actually a really sweet guy once you get to know him and genuinely cares about helping people. Comes from a very wealthy family but is estranged from his parents, who disapprove of pretty much everything about him. Class traitor (affectionate).

Addison Linwood (they/he) - a snarky witch with a lot of baggage who's incredibly casual about their magic, to the point where a lot of other witches don't respect them. Generally rude and crude but has a good heart deep down and also genuinely wants to help people. Enjoys teasing Henry about his lack of experience with the supernatural. Their familiar is a fat little dog named Biscuit who has no magical properties but LOVES being cuddled.

Piers / Roger (he/it) (settling on a new name for him asdfjkl) - a smooth-talking vampire who considers Addison his favorite human in the whole world. He loves seeing chaos unfold and finds their approach to their magic endlessly entertaining, especially when they do incredibly dangerous and sometimes unethical spells just to see if they can. Doesn't have a lot of respect for Henry at first but eventually comes to accept him as part of the group.

Hunter D'Angelo (she/they) - the host of a local radio show that mainly just covers local news, though occasionally she branches out into other topics. Kind of an asshole and very blunt and to the point, and also she's a little possessed by a demon, but like. A chill one. She gets along with it pretty well. She and Addison are besties/kinda friends with benefits and sometimes they do magic together. She takes no shit and is kind of mean, but she's also really sweet once you get to know her.

there's other characters (like henry's siblings etc etc) but i'll just share those four for now <3

thank you for the interest!!!

#talk to the bunnykitty #anonymous #i need. a new tag for this wip #but for now i'll just use the old one #blackwell and linwood #fun fact the reason piers/roger needs a new name is because his original name was xavier. i named him before i started using that name #not that there's a problem with people having ocs that have the same name as them. i just don't think i want to do that ASDJFK;L

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Dream Girl

A/N: let it be known that Rodrick as well as yourself are teenagers and thus there will be foul language.

Let's start this from the beginning, You live in a three person family, not important. What is important is that your home life is very quiet, the only exception to this being your neighbors. The Heffley's. Now, in that case, you need to be very specific when talking about 'the heffleys', by that, I mean one in particular. Rodrick. Him and his stupid, shitty band would play through most hours of the day, leaving you to put headphones on and attempt to block it out. Not this time, no way you're letting him get away with that.

You got up off your bed and opened your window, looking out at the garage that was below it, another thing you hated was living directly across from that dumb idiots room. That's right, you decided to stay in the attic most times. It was nice up here 99% of the time. You grumbled and ran down the stairs, your moms looked at you funny from the table.

"Honey, are you alright?" Mom asked, you nodded and sighed.

"I'm gonna go talk to Heffley about stopping all the noise." You tell her innocently. You slip on a pair of shoes and walk outside, immediately after you left, got in that scary mood your friends tell me about. You walked right up to his garage door and grabbed the handle, pulling it up and pushing it. It creaks and they all stopped playing, four dumb idiots in total.

"What the hell?" Rodrick asked, in an irritated tone.

"Mind shutting up for once?" You tell him, crossing your arms, the others 'ooh'd. "You too. I'm serious, I've been patient up until now but I can't stand to listen to your shitty music anymore, it's so damn loud Heffley."

He gets up from his drum set and you quickly realize the closer he gets, how tall this guy actually was. "What kind of dumb fuck name is Löded Diper anyway. You can't spell, you fuck up." You keep saying.

"Hey! It's a style choice." He tells you, sticking his drumsticks in your face, you grab them and smack him over the head with them.

"Stop being an idiot for once in your life, okay?" You tell him, you had been dealing with his crap for years, even before middle school. You grabbed his wrist and put the drumsticks back in his hand. Then spin on your heel to walk away, while you are, you can hear them start talking.

"Wow- your neighbors sexy." One of them moans, Rodrick groans.

"I know, she's scary though." He tells them.

After that, the rest of the day was fairly quiet, it was nice. A while later in the evening, You came back from the little corner store down the street, walked to your room and put the bag down. You were exhausted from the walk, it had been hot and bright out when you left. You began undressing and put PJ pants on, then took off your bra, you reached over to grab your shirt when a surprised shout came from the side of you. You covered your chest and looked around, then noticed Rodrick, fucking, Heffley, standing at his window in surprise. You'd forgotten to close the window and the curtains.

"Oh my god!" You shouted, you shut the curtains and put your shirt on, then opening them again. He didn't seem bothered.

"No, I- it's fine I mean- I didn't expect to see that- uh-" he tried to make sure you didn't think he was perving on me, but you knew that, he didn't seem like that kind of person.

"That's- that's embarrassing. Don't worry about it- ugh." You grumble, walking over and going through your stuff, Rodrick paused for a second and then spoke up.

"Embarrassed? About what?" He asks.

You stopped and looked over to him, "being seen half naked, idiot." You roll your eyes at him. He tilts his head and looks around with his eyes, then hums, seeing how that could be embarrassing to a normal person. He was beautiful when he wasn't covered in makeup and screaming, his side profile was hot, never would you ever admit that though.

"I wouldn't be embarrassed if I were you." He says. You scoff.

"Well you're not me. So." You open a bag of skittles and sit down in your chair, rolling it over to the window and leaning on it.

"You've got a hot body, if someone sees it then you should probably think of it as a blessing to their eyes." He grins stupidly. You let out a snort and sigh, looking away.

"No, fuck this, you're a dork. No wonder people don't talk to you at school." You say, going to shut the curtains, he looks offended.

"Sorry for complimenting you!" He calls out sarcastically.

"Yep! Thanks." You replied, shutting the window.

The next morning you tumbled out of bed, you reached for your cell and checked the time and day. "Oh." You perked up and smiled, you had a plan for what to do today. you got up and looked through your dresser, looking for your bathing suit, then ran to your bathroom to change, put some clothes over it, fix up your appearance and then you grabbed a towel, your keys and your cell and ran down the stairs.

"I'm going to the pool! See you later okay?" You called to your moms, you didn't hear what they said, you just wanted to get to the car, you hopped in, and then started it up, making your way to the local pool.

When you arrived you quickly made your way to the pool, you took a look around, it was a little crowded but not so much that you couldn't swim. You found a spot, pulled your clothes off, laid your stuff out and then dove into the pool, it wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm, it was a kind of refreshing feeling. You came back up to the top and moved your hair out of the way, you swam around for a while before deciding to get out for a bit, so you went to one side of the pool and put your hands on the deck, then pulled yourself up onto it.

You sighed and twisted the water out of your hair, then heard a wolf whistle. You actually looked in front of you and scoffed, you should have known.

"Well, well, showing off for me again?" Rodrick asks, his parents and his brother look at him in confusion, then at you. You look at them and let out a scoff at Rodrick, rolling your eyes, you turned to walk away, he quickly got up and followed, you looked over your shoulder at him. "Look, I'm sorry, I'll never mention it again, how's that?"

"Zip it, Heffley." You keep walking and press your arms into my chest, causing the water in your top to come out, you stopped by your stuff and he did too.

"I'm serious." He tells me.

"Yeah, and I'm an actress with billions." You shoot back at him.

"I deserve that- look, I'll make it up to you." He declares. You lay down in my spot and look up at him, he sits in the chair next to you. "Let me bring you to the boardwalk tomorrow." He suggested. That did sound appealing, he probably meant the amusement park that was on the pier.

"Are rollercoasters involved?" You ask. He sighed and looked around, smiling.

"Yes, there are." He looks back at you for an answer.

"Sure." You chirp, if there's anything you're up for, it's rollercoasters. "Is anyone else gonna come?"

"...uh- no, I came up with it just now-" he says, awkwardly looking at the ground and then at you again.

"Right.. so this sounds like a date to me. Is that what this is?" You ask him, turning on your side with your fist holding your head up. He looked at you body and then back at you and at the pool.

"Okay, yeah, it is." He sighs. "Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?" He asks properly, honestly you didn't think he'd actually talk to people in a civil way, but he was doing okay at it. You pretended to think and then nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to." You tell him, he whisper yells a 'yes' and was about to go off and probably tell someone when he ran back.

"Uh.. I'm gonna need your number-"

"Wow, that was so smooth." You teased him, he looked around and then put up his index finger, going off and then coming back with a marker.

"I carry this around, I don't have paper so maybe you could write it on my hand?" He suggests. You smiled at the idiot and gave in, holding your hand out, he gives his own to you and you write your number on his hand.

"This a permanent marker?" You ask.

"Uh.. no.." he realized. You shake your head and give him the marker back.

"Don't get your hand wet, or at least memorize the number first." You tell him. He nods awkwardly and then goes off again. You lean back in your chair and let your skin tan, usually you didn't burn so you didn't put sunscreen on, if you tanned it would get darker without it. Someone else comes over and blocks your sun so you open your eyes and look up, another guy, but this one you didn't know. You sigh and reach over, putting your sunglasses on and propping yourself up on your elbows. "Yes? You're kind of blocking the sun." You tell him, he smirks at you, clearly looking you up and down.

"Sorry about that, I just thought you were cute, I'm admiring the view." He says. You scoff in disgust as he keeps talking to you.

Rodrick's POV

I went over and flashed my hand to my loser brother Greg.

"No way! She didn't actually!" He denied.

"She totally did." I tell him, he shakes his head.

"No, no way you could score a girl like that."

"Like you can't score a girl like Holly?" I ask and smirk at him. He glared at me, "it's the same way, except I'm successful~" I sing, waving my hand in his face. He smirks at me and points behind me.

"Are you really?" He asks, I turn and look where he was pointing, there was another guy talking to Y/N, and he was actually toned. I glare at Greg and grumble, sitting down and watching them talk, he was smiling, although she didn't seem to enjoy his company.

2nd POV

"So, can I get your number? Maybe we could hang sometime." He suggests. You roll your eyes under my sunglasses and lean back in your chair.

"Not interested." You tell him, he seemed surprised. "Could you move please?" You wave your hand in a shooing way. He walked away and you heard laughter burst out a couple minutes later. His friends probably laughed at him for being rejected, a guy looking like him probably didn't get rejected often, but at the moment you weren't interested in anyone really, Rodrick being the exception, even then you weren't sure if you liked him, I guess you'll find out tomorrow.

The next day

While eating breakfast your phone rang, you checked it and saw from an unknown number, of course if it was Rodrick it would appear like that so you had to pick up. You answered it and put it to your ear, taking another bite of your pancakes. "Mhm?" You hummed, in case it was a scammer instead.

"Hey, what time should we go to the pier today?" You heard from the other end. You smiled and swallowed your food.

"I'm fine with anytime, in fact.." You pause and check your watch. "We could go now." You tell him, he didn't say anything for a moment.

"Uh... give me like 20 minutes-" he cuts off and hangs up, you checked the phone and scoffed. Okay, Maybe he was in a rush to get ready, honestly you genuinely figured he just woke up, he did sound tired, his voice was a little deeper than it usually was. You finished your breakfast and thanked your moms, you already told them about the date and they were happy, at least one was, the other didn't seem like she liked him, which you totally get.

After a while you walked over there and knocked on their door, it swung open almost immediately, your hand was still in a fist. It was his little brother, you smiled, "Um.. hello.. is Rodrick ready?" you asked him, he seemed sincerely surprised.

"Wait, he actually scored a date with you??" He asks, you glance around.

"Uh.. yeah." you say, he let you in to wait and struck up a conversation.

"You know, Rodrick's a huge jerk." He says, "I'm pretty sure you don't want to go on a date with him." You looked down at him.

"I'm aware he's a jerk, but he's only like that to you obviously." You tell him.

"Seriously???" You nod at that question.

"He's pretty fine at school and he's not rude to me on purpose. It's probably because you're his brother." You shrug. He seemed disappointed in both Rodrick and himself. Probably because he was trying to make me cancel the date and failed. Rodrick comes down the stairs and shoved Greg to the side.

"Get outta my way, turd." He says, running to the kitchen. You laugh nervously as Greg looked at me. Rodrick comes back and lets you out of the house.

"Alright, let's bounce." He says. You told Greg goodbye and walked with him. "My car or yours?" He asks.

"I'm fine with either one, doesn't matter to me." You shrug, he nodded and walked to his van, he got in the drivers side and reached over his console and seat to open the passenger door, you rolled your eyes and put your sunglasses on, getting in the van, he started it and then you took off. You had all day to hang out at the amusement park, it was gonna be awesome.

When you arrived you both headed straight for the rollercoasters. "Yes, yes, yesss~" you sung, he smiled and you grabbed his hand, pulling him along, he stumbled a bit and you let him go when you got there.

"You like rollercoasters?" He asks the obvious, smirking.

"I love rollercoasters.." you tell him, he nods and the line moves up. You walked forward and then turn back to face him. "What's your favorite color?" You ask him. He seemed confused and even like you caught him off guard with that question. He sighed and walked forward, pushing you up a bit.

"Um, black." He says.

"That's not a color technically." You tell him. He rolls his eyes and leans down to look at you.

"Very, very, dark blue then." He smirks. "What's yours?" He asks you, you walked forward as the line moved again.

"F/C." You tell him, taking off your sunglasses.

"Nice to finally see you again." He teases. You scoffed and then you realized you were next there was an open seat and they asked you if you wanted it. You looked at Rodrick who shrugged, "go if you want to." He says. You look back and then shake your head.

"No, I'm- uh, we're gonna ride together." You smile, he looks away, smiling a little bit too. You both got on the ride when the time came and it was a blast, when you got off he grabbed your hands and started dancing you around, you giggled, you both played games, rode more rides and hung out eating for the next few hours. It was the best date you'd ever been on, at the end of the day you were sitting in the back of his van with him, it was surprisingly clean in there, you assumed he must have cleaned it.

"Give me some of those fries." He tells you, you furrow your brows and look at his drink.

"Give me some of your milkshake." You smile. He leans over and hands it to you.

"Keep it, I can't finish it anyway." He says, then steals one of your fries, you smile and pick up another fry, dipping it in the milkshake and holding it out.

"Bite, trust me it's good." You grin. He sighs and bites the fry, then takes the rest of it from you, only half.

"It is good." He admits, you were both sitting on opposite sides of the van but sitting across from each other. You gave him the rest of your fries and moved to sit next to him, crossing your legs and drinking his milkshake. He eats the rest of your fries and you nudge him.

"This was great.." you tell him, he looks over at you and then away awkwardly.

"Yeah.. I really liked it." He says, you lean your head on his shoulder and drink the rest of the shake.

"Let's go on another date again.. another time?" You offer, he seemed surprised and looked at you.

"Yeah." He says breathlessly.

#rodrick #rodrick heffley #doawk #diary of a wimpy kid #female #xreader

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gingersnapwolves · 4 years

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The Untamed, a brief summary [Part 1/6]

Okay my friends, I have heard your calls. Here’s my play-by-play version of The Untamed.

Note the first: I’m dividing it up into sections because it is, after all, a 50 episode series and I doubt anyone will want to wade through it all in one go.

Note the second: I am going to try to be as unbiased as possible. There are different ways to interpret some of the characters’ actions, especially later in the show when things get morally complex. You can find oceans of meta on this stuff, so I will try not to pick a side when at all possible.

Note the third: I’m going to keep the tone pretty light and humorous. This show gets *dark* in the middle but y’all are reading a summary and I don’t want it to get too dry or too depressing. Please pardon me if I am flippant from time to time.

Part One: Sword Wizard School

I thought about doing a character guide but decided it would be easier to introduce you to characters as we meet them, because there are a LOT of characters. However, I am going to give you a brief primer on the important families/places.

Actually, let me back up a little further. The Untamed is a xianxia drama, so it’s about people trying to become immortal celestial beings. They fight monsters and do a lot of magic, and they live in clans/sects. A clan is a family. A sect is a cultivation style/school. The terms are often used interchangeably (even I’m guilty) but they are not exactly the same. Members of a clan will belong to that sect, but the sect will also take in outsiders to train, who are sect members but not clan members.

There are five Great Sects:

Province: Yunmeng; sect: Jiang, home: Lotus Pier

Province: Gusu, sect: Lan, home: Cloud Recesses

Province: Lanling, sect: Jin, home: Koi/Carp Tower

Province: Qinghe, sect: Nie, home: The Unclean Realm (this is not to say it is dirty, it’s from Buddhism and might also translate to ‘The Worldly Realm’)

Province: Qishan, sect: Wen, home: Nightless City/Nevernight (depending on translation)

Here’s a map I made for my fic reference which shows roughly where these provinces are in relation to each other. I may have pretended they were cities in America so I could calculate mileage. Yes I am the world’s biggest nerd, thanks.

H’okay! The show is not in chronological order but I am going in chronological order because the point is to make this simple for you. I’ll admit that I may not get everything 100% correct because it’s been a while since I watched parts of it but I’ll try.

Setting: Caiyi Town, [Gusu]

ENTER A GREMLIN.

Meet Wei Wuxian. He is a 16 year old chaos gremlin with ADHD. He does not look 16 but actors in American dramas pretending to be teenagers also do not look 16 so we’ll let that go. He is with his adopted brother (also 16ish, but younger than Wei Wuxian) Jiang Cheng, and his adopted older sister, Jiang Yanli (probably about 6 years older).

Oh, right. Names. Most characters have two names, a birth name and a ‘courtesy’ name which is a fancy name they get when they’re old enough to get their swords and stuff. They also have titles. For the sake of not driving y’all crazy, I will choose the most commonly used name for the character and stick with it, and then give you a chart at the end so you’ll understand fanfiction.

Wei Wuxian and his siblings are headed to Sword Wizard School in Gusu, hosted by the Lan sect. Wei Wuxian is clearly planning to Be Himself during these lectures, and Jiang Cheng does Not Approve. Jiang Cheng is obviously very serious and concerned with appearances, which makes sense because he is the sect heir. As an adopted son, Wei Wuxian can goof off; Jiang Cheng does not have that luxury. (Wei Wuxian is the son of two of Jiang Cheng’s father’s friends, who died when he was young. More on this later.) Jiang Cheng reminds Wei Wuxian and the other disciples that are with them that they are representing the Jiang sect and they should make a good impression.

They don’t think they can get to Cloud Recesses before dark so they get rooms at an inn.

ENTER A SNOB.

Jin Zixuan is the next fun character you’ll meet. He’s also 16 or thereabouts despite looking 24 at minimum. He is a sect heir to the Lanling Jin and he does not like being near or interacting with strangers. He pays the innkeeper to rent the whole inn and throw any other guests out. Is this a dick move? I’m trying to be unbiased here, so yes. Yes it is.

Wei Wuxian tries to flirt with a couple of Jin Zixuan’s retainers to get them to allow the Yunmeng siblings to stay, but Jin Zixuan decides to be a big jerk about it. Fun fact! Jin Zixuan is betrothed to Jiang Yanli! He is literally throwing his betrothed out of an inn so he doesn’t have to share a building with people. Wei Wuxian gets pissy and picks a fight with him but Jiang Yanli convinces him that he’s not worth it (although she is much nicer about it than any of us would be in her shoes), and they decide to head up to Cloud Recesses despite the time.

But alas! In their haste, they leave their invitation behind.

ENTER AN ICE PRINCE

As the Yunmeng trio try to talk their way past the gate, Lan Wangji arrives. Also 16, he is your classic stoic, repressed gay, and is the younger brother of the Lan Sect leader. With him are a bunch of Lan cultivators and a guy on a stretcher who is clearly in rough shape. The Lan cultivators carry him inside.

Wei Wuxian, pure of heart and dumb of ass, decides that this is a great time to try to talk his way through the gate, figuring that Lan Wangji, being an important person, can let them in. Lan Wangji reacts about how you would expect a stoic repressed gay would to a cute boy flirting with him for the first time: uses a silencing spell on him, tells him he’s absolutely not admitted without their invitation, and locks them out.

Jiang Cheng, who has spent the last 3 minutes desperately trying to get his brother to shut up before he gets them all in trouble, sends him back to town to find the invitation.

Int. Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

ENTER A SOFT MAN AND HIS EXTREMELY STARCHED UNCLE

Lan Xichen, the head of the Lan sect and Lan Wangji’s older brother, is studying the guy they brought in, with his uncle. Lan Xichen is young for a sect leader (he’s only 19 in the book but probably 24-25ish in the show) and his uncle advises him a lot of the time. The guy they brought is kind of dead but also kind of not. They say a bunch of stuff you won’t understand if you have not seen xianxia dramas before. It’s not really important.

Ext. Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

RE-ENTER THE GREMLIN

Wei Wuxian has come back with the invitation to find the rest of his sect no longer waiting outside and all of Cloud Recesses sealed by wards. “Wards are made to be broken,” he says, demonstrating a clear lack of understanding of their purpose. It’s a good thing he’s here for school.

He breaks in, carrying a couple jars of liquor, only to find Lan Wangji standing guard. Lan Wangji reprimands him for breaking important Lan sect rules like a) not breaking and entering, b) not coming in after dark, and c) bringing alcohol, which is forbidden. Wei Wuxian offers him one of the jars because he is 16 and stupid and for some reason thought a bribe was what this situation needed. Lan Wangji pulls a sword on him, which is definitely a reasonable response and not because he has his first boner and he’s angry about it.

They have a sword fight, basically to a draw. Lan Wangji drags him in to see Lan Xichen, who clearly thinks this is hilarious. Wei Wuxian blames everything on Jin Zixuan and Lan Wangji. He also says intelligent things about the not-a-corpse they’re examining, because the writers wanted us to know that he’s not a whole dumbass. Lan Xichen basically slaps him on the wrist, tells him to behave himself and sends him off to the guest house his siblings were given, and then teases Lan Wangji about Baby’s First Crush.

Ext, Nightless City [Qishan]

ENTER AN OVER THE TOP VILLAIN AND HIS HENCHMEN

Nightless City isn’t actually nightless. It’s just never dark there because it’s on top of a volcano, because that’s where all the cool villains live.

This is the home of the Qishan Wen, who are Obviously Evil from the Black Outfits, Volcano Lair, and Shuffling Zombies. Their leader is Wen Ruohan. His personality is that he is evil. He’s saying a bunch of stuff you won’t understand yet and then sends his Obnoxious Son Wen Chao off to look for something. He also sends Wen Qing, who is related to him somehow, presumably. She asks if she can bring her brother, Wen Ning, and Wen Ruohan says sure because all he cares about is Being Evil in his Zombie Volcano Lair.

Int, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

ENTER A SLACKER and his friend, EVERY RETAIL EMPLOYEE DEALING WITH A KAREN YOU’VE EVER MET.

They’re all at the first lecture, and there’s a ceremony where each visiting sect presents a gift to Lan Qiren (the uncle/teacher). I think we might see what the Jin give him but I don’t care. Right now we’re talking about Nie Huaisang, the younger brother of the sect leader of the Nie sect. He is baby. He has brought a bird to class for no reason other than that he caught it and thinks it’s cool. Presenting to the dour and stern Lan Qiren makes him nervous.

With him is Meng Yao. Unlike everyone else you’ve met so far, Meng Yao is not a member of the gentry. He is the son of the Jin sect leader and a prostitute. (Yes, this makes him Jin ‘I can’t breathe the same air as commoners’ Zixuan’s younger brother.) When he was old enough to do Sword Magic he went to the Jin sect and asked for admittance, and his father had him thrown down a set of 200 steps because his father is an Enormous Douche. (That’s not biased. Hating this dude is one of the few things everyone agrees on.) Then he went to the Nie sect, and they said, “Sure, you can come in, but you’re not really a disciple, mmkay?” and he said sure. But he has worked his way up to being the assistant to the sect leader which is a pretty important position for someone with his background.

Naturally, because Meng Yao is Not Like the Others, a few people take this opportunity to gossip and talk smack about him. Meng Yao is upset but tries not to look it. Lan Xichen takes a moment to reassure him, saying that the Nie sect leader had written to him about what a helpful and awesome assistant he had now, and that Meng Yao obviously lived up to it. Meng Yao immediately develops the world’s Most Obvious Crush Don’t @ Me You Would Too.

ENTER MR. OBNOXIOUS, AN IRON MAIDEN, and A PUPPY. Fortunately these are the last characters you’ll meet for a while.

The Wen sect shows up at the gates of Cloud Recesses like ‘what up, I got a big attitude and fuck you’. The gate dude tells them they can’t come in without an invitation, and Wen Chao attacks him because he was raised in a volcano and they go in anyway. With Wen Chao are Wen Qing and her brother, Wen Ning. They are actually pretty awesome, you just don’t know it yet.

Wen Chao busts in on the Saluting Ceremony just as Jiang Cheng is trying to present their gift, and immediately begins insulting everyone there. You should count yourself fortunate that you’re only reading this because Wen Chao is literally the most obnoxious character in this show. Anyway, Wei Wuxian decides to pick a fight with him even though this is *obviously* a stupid thing to do. (I love Wei Wuxian with my whole heart but he is so stupid at 16 lmao.) He calls Wen Chao out on interrupting Jiang Cheng. Wen Chao reacts completely rationally and calmly BAHAHA who am I kidding, he pulls his sword out. Everyone else pulls their swords out. Wen Qing looks like she has the world’s worst migraine.

Lan Xichen takes out his flute and plays eight seconds of music that makes everyone’s swords go flying into the ceiling. Had I mentioned how awesome Lan Xichen is? Because he is Awesome.

Wen Chao gets even more pissy but Wen Qing shuts him down, saying she and her brother are there for Sword Wizard School and she’s sorry her cousin is such an asshole. Lan Xichen tells them to ‘try to come on time’ tomorrow. Had I mentioned how awesome Lan Xichen is? It bears repeating.

Ext, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

Wei Wuxian is making fast friends with Nie Huaisang. They decide to go fishing in one of the streams. He sees Wen Qing sneaking around and asks what she’s doing there. She blows him off.

Meng Yao stops Lan Xichen and says goodbye to him. Lan Xichen asks why he’s leaving so soon, and Meng Yao says that he can’t actually stay for the lectures, since he’s only an assistant to the Nie sect, not a disciple. Lan Xichen tells him that Nie Mingjue (the head of the Nie sect) is just and honorable and will surely reward him for working so hard. They make heart eyes at each other for like a solid thirty seconds before Meng Yao manages to leave. I’m sorry, I’m trying to be unbiased. They gaze at each other longingly – no, shit, that’s still biased. They, uh, regard each other with mutual respect for thirty solid seconds and then Meng Yao leaves.

Meanwhile Jiang Cheng is Fretting about the fact that Wei Wuxian is Making a Bad Impression. He ain’t seen nothing yet. Jiang Yanli calms him down.

Wen Qing talks to her brother Wen Ning and is sad because he’s sick. She promises him that someday they’ll be able to leave Nightless City.

Int, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

Lan Qiren is lecturing. Wei Wuxian proposes some casual heresy. Lan Qiren gets mad and tells him to copy the Chapter of Conduct a thousand times, and throws him out of class. Jiang Cheng tries to crawl under his desk.

Instead of going to copy lines, Wei Wuxian wanders off and meets A PUPPY, ie Wen Ning. He is practicing his archery. Wei Wuxian proceeds to help him with his stance and Wen Ning looks like he just discovered his bisexuality. Wen Qing sees them together and is clearly not thrilled. Wei Wuxian asks her why she’s always wandering around the back hills of Cloud Recesses and asks if she’s looking for something. She tells him not to be stupid and leaves with her brother.

Lan Wangji drags Wei Wuxian back to the library for his punishment. Wei Wuxian proceeds to spend the next few hours doing Everything That Is Not That, which culminates in him exchanging Lan Wangji’s book for some porn when he’s not looking. Lan Wangji tears the porn up and tells him to piss off.

~romance~

Jiang Cheng: I hope you’re proud of yourself.

Wei Wuxian: I absolutely am.

They go back to their guest house. Wen Qing is there. She’s a doctor! Told you she was awesome. Jiang Yanli wasn’t feeling well and Wen Qing gave her some medicine. They talk about the fact that there aren’t lectures for a few days because Lan Qiren is off doing Official Stuff.

But there’s still fun to be had! There’s a water demon attacking people in the nearby town. Lan Xichen is worried that it’s serious and he’s going to go himself. Lan Wangji goes with him. Wei Wuxian asks if he and Jiang Cheng can go ‘get some practice’ as they fight lots of water demons in Yunmeng. Lan Xichen, remembering his brother’s obvious crush, says sure. Wen Ning wants to go too. So does Wen Qing. Lan Xichen suddenly feels like a chaperone on a field trip but says fine because he’s the cool older brother.

Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to ask questions about the not-a-corpse from earlier. Lan Xichen politely tells him that’s it handled and not to worry about it. Wei Wuxian thinks there’s something he’s not telling him, and he mentions that to Lan Wangji, who agrees but won’t say so. Wei Wuxian can tell anyway because he’s learning to read Lan Wangji’s microexpressions.

They fight a water demon. Jiang Cheng gets injured and Wen Qing patches him up. He looks at her with puppy eyes. Some dumbass loses his sword in the water. Wen Ning tries to help him despite being uniquely unqualified to do so, and passes out. Wei Wuxian tries to rescue both of them, and Lan Wangji ends up rescuing all three of them despite clearly wanting to let the water demon eat them. Jiang Cheng buys a comb to give to Wen Qing but chickens out and doesn’t give it to her. Wei Wuxian deduces that Wen Ning’s illness is because of a previous bad experience with ghostly spirits or something, and gives Wen Qing a talisman to give to her brother that will help protect him from monsters. He says that no matter what she’s looking for at Cloud Recesses, he hopes the talisman will help Wen Ning.

Then he tries to buy Lan Wangji some fruit as a gift. Lan Wangji refuses to look at him. Lan Xichen starts mentally writing wedding invitations.

Ext. Nightless City [Qishan]

ENTER AN EDGELORD (sorry I forgot about him, in fact I think this happened earlier but the timing isn’t really important)

Meet Xue Yang. You have no idea who he is. Wen Ruohan is demanding he hand over something called yin iron. Xue Yang’s response to this is basically ‘choke me harder, Daddy’ and you’re left feeling vaguely disturbed.

Int. Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

It’s party time! Wei Wuxian smuggled some liquor back with him. He, Jiang Cheng, and Nie Huaisang get drunk. They give Jiang Cheng a hard time about his high standards for women.

Lan Wangji comes in like the hall monitor you hated in high school to break it up. Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang run away. Wei Wuxian uses a talisman on Lan Wangji to keep him from reporting them and make him take a drink of the alcohol. We all remind ourselves very firmly that he is only 16 and will do stupid shit, despite wanting to slap him. Lan Wangji has never had alcohol before and one drink makes him blackout drunk. Wei Wuxian has to babysit him for the rest of the night. Serves him right.

The next day, they’re all in trouble, even Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian tries to tell Lan Qiren that it’s not Lan Wangji’s fault, but Lan Wangji accepts his punishment anyway. They get hit with a stick a bunch of times.

Lan Wangji goes to recuperate in the cold springs. Lan Xichen, the world’s biggest troll, sends Wei Wuxian to do the same. Lan Wangji nearly has an aneurysm when Wei Wuxian tries to start taking his clothes off.

ENTER THE PLOT

They get pulled underwater and end up in a cave. It’s a magic cave where only members of the Lan clan are allowed to be. To keep the cave from killing him, Lan Wangji wraps his Magic Forehead Ribbon around Wei Wuxian’s wrist. This is the same magic forehead ribbon he told Wei Wuxian ten episode minutes ago that only parents, spouses, and children are allowed to touch. Draw what conclusions you will.

There’s a ghostly lady in the cave who is Lan Wangji’s ancestor. She tells them Evil Is Abroad. A long time ago a dude named Xue Chonghai took a bunch of pieces of metal and filled them full of evil energy. Everyone banded together and killed him, but the metal couldn’t be completely destroyed, so it was split into ‘the cardinal directions’ and then sealed and hidden. Ah ha! This is what Wen Ruohan is looking for! It’s called Evil MacGuffin yin iron.

Wei Wuxian says if it’s so powerful, why don’t they use it to fight back? Ghost lady says she tried that but it’s too evil and it doesn’t work. She gives them the piece that was sealed in the cave and tells them to go fight evil together. Lan Wangji is glad it’s too cold to have a boner.

Except then she throws them out of the cave and onto dry land and Wei Wuxian lands on top of him and he definitely gets one from that. Sorry, Lan Wangji, I don’t make the rules.

They’ve been missing for two days and everyone is really upset, especially Jiang Cheng, who thinks Wei Wuxian was just goofing off.

Lan Xichen takes the piece of yin iron they got in the cave and seals it in a pouch. They discuss the fact that Wen Ruohan is clearly collecting the pieces of yin iron and this is Bad News Bears. The yin iron will respond to other pieces of yin iron so they decide they should use the piece they have to locate the other pieces.

But first, classes are over! Despite the fact that each of these events has led seamlessly into the next and it seems like they’ve been there a week, they’ve actually been there six months. If you dealt with the Teen Wolf ‘timeline’ I assume you can deal with that lmao.

There’s a lantern-lighting ceremony to celebrate. Wei Wuxian paints a rabbit on his lantern because there were a bunch of rabbits in the cave and Lan Wangji clearly likes rabbits. This makes Lan Wangji smile for the first time. They all light their lanterns and make a wish.

Wei Wuxian wishes he can stand with justice and live without regrets. Lan Wangji looks at him like he’s about to propose. Wen Qing wishes she could protect her little brother and that he’ll always be safe. Jiang Cheng looks at her like he’s about to propose. Nie Huaisang wishes he can pass his classes and get the hell out of high school. Truly, the most relatable.

But the moment is ruined because people start teasing Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli, asking why they didn’t light a lantern together and wish for a happy marriage. Jin Zixuan, the paragon of reacting reasonably to things, storms off. He tells his sect members he doesn’t want to hear about the marriage and they should stop bringing it up. Wei Wuxian overhears and they get into a fight. Jiang Yanli manages to get Wei Wuxian to back off.

The next day, Wei Wuxian is being punished for punching a jerk in the face. He is kneeling on the rocks of the courtyard. But he’s already gotten distracted because there’s an anthill and he has ADHD. Lan Wangji calls him ‘unteachable’ and stomps off, clearly mad at his boner like usual.

Because this is kind of important, the two sect leaders have showed up to hash it out. Jiang Yanli’s dad says ‘listen, if your son doesn’t want to marry my daughter, we shouldn’t force him’. Jin Zixuan’s dad says, ‘kids are stupid and they don’t know what they want’. Jiang Yanli’s dad says, ‘well I absolutely agree your son is stupid but he’s being a jerk to my daughter so why don’t we politely call this off before something happens that makes one of us impolitely call it off’, and Jin Zixuan’s dad agrees. Jiang Yanli is upset, although why she actually wanted to marry Jin Zixuan is beyond everyone involved, including the audience. Then again it can’t be easy to hear that some dude who has barely even met you has decided you’re not good enough for him.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian sees Lan Xichen telling Lan Wangji ‘be careful’ and correctly deduces that Lan Wangji is leaving with the yin iron to try to find the other pieces, while Lan Xichen stays behind to protect Cloud Recesses since the Wen sect thinks it’s still there. He leaves a note that says ‘gone monster hunting, meet you back at home!’ Jiang Cheng nearly has an aneurysm, especially when his dad is like ‘lmao that kid is such a dumbass’.

~end Sword Wizard School~

okay, guys, what did you think? was this helpful? could you follow it? was it at least vaguely entertaining? should I keep going?

#the untamed #liveblog #of a sort

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stiltonbasket · 4 years

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Hello I am new here and unbelievably drunk on my 21st birthday champagne. Your arranged marriage snippets are Sooo cute. Do you have anything about the new baby, I live for the image of lwj WITB a baby. Sorry for spelling

(brief note: please reblog, since that’s how we get prompts for future ficlets!)

Lan Xichen is called away to his brother-in-law’s side during the worst storm the Cloud Recesses have ever seen, only two hours before Wei Shuilan comes into the world and promptly decides that she hates it. She has such a strong pair of lungs that her cries drown out the thunderclaps outside the windows of the healing wing, making it clear to the entire clan that Hanguang-jun and Xinhua-jun have welcomed a daughter within the very first hour after her arrival.

Her family name is Wei, after her A-Die, who names her after both her fuqin and himself; because shui is for Wei Ying, for the rolling waters of Lotus Pier that were his first training ground and his first classrooms, and the place he still thinks of as his first and dearest home, and lan is for her fuqin--a lone princely orchid among the common roses growing by the roadside, or so Wei Ying always says.

Shuilan is tiny, and wrinkled, and pink like a boiled yam, and the most peerlessly beautiful thing Lan Wangji has ever held in his arms.

“She’s about the size of a yam, too,” Wei Ying laughs, as Lan Wangji looks at the little nest of blankets cradled against his chest and bursts into tears as if he were the baby, here. “I’ve planted radishes bigger than she is.”

Lan Wangji’s heart is so full it hurts. He could write a thousand odes to this moment, repeat its joy in endless strings of characters like white pearls on a crimson thread, loop them back and forth about his throat and let the world look upon what he and Wei Ying have built together--a home, a family, a lotus pond, two sons and a new-born daughter--and set down his name in the book of records as the happiest man in the world, nothing more or less, because Wei Ying ensures it with every day he draws breath, and every smile that plucks at his lips, and every boundless, priceless gift he bestows upon Lan Wangji as the years come and go.

“I love you,” he whispers, both to the baby--his baby, his daughter, his and Wei Ying’s--and to the husband who raised him from the depths of grief and enthroned him on the high seat of heaven the moment they met, and again when Wei Ying returned to life. “I love you, I love you.”

What more is there to say, than that?

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #arranged marriage au #renouncement verse

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thermospoetryandstars · 3 years

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Bougainvillea

written 13/09/2020

It was always a fortnightly trial

to visit my grandmother.

Like an over pumped balloon,

I would bounce on the porch waiting for her

Then, at the moment she’d take my hand

Burst into tears

remembering that I wouldn’t see my family….

…..for 2 days.

She never laughed at me.

Instead, she would take me to a cove far along the east side of the coast.

show me the moon,

It’s own crescent sailboat

bobbing on the horizon

Tell me the story of the tides,

How even in space the sea managed to waltz

a slow dance lasting millenia....

My tears would dry on my cheeks

As salty as the ocean waves below us.

....I should probably mention that to leave my grandmother’s

To go home

Was also seriously distressing.

Like a plant that grew too attached to its pot

Replanting me,

even gently,

Felt too much like snapped roots to handle

To me, every torn leaf was a funeral,

every crumpled flower a tragedy...

My grandmother was a gardner,

Furthermore, she was a beekeeper,

Could coax honey from even the most distrustful nests,

Learned to push life into her garden

then would reap her bounty and tuck it away into jam jars.

She would label them with dates until her kitchen was lined with past glories....

My grandfather was the son of a flower farmer

Except he hated flowers,

Refused to memorise even one name

Wouldn’t tell a rose from a daisy

Then, in Malta,

They arrived to see a city drenched in wine red blossoms

vines spread like veins

they curled around nearly every building

gentle fingers,

pooling out of the cracks

they thrummed with such life that he couldn’t help but ask:

“What is that?”

He probably couldn’t spell ‘bougainvillea’

But it was his flower,

A small triumph....

When he died,

He died a ship sunken sailor

soaked in salt and brine,

But I was told that if you looked close enough,

You couldn’t mistake that sweet scent of pollen.

Even after replanting himself,

pledging himself,

He could not get rid of his roots.

We sent him back to the sea.

Gingerly placed his ashes into paper lanterns,

walked to the end of the pier

and let them go.

Stood together until each one floated back down and extinguished against the surf,

Leaving us only the moon

It’s own crescent sailboat,

I ask my aunt if he would have tried to captain it

And she laughs

hard enough that it almost sounds happy.

One month later

And my grandmother buys a pot plant

with wine red blossoms,

Places it on a shelf by the window,

Labels it with a date and a name

Just like always...

And I,

the once fickle child,

Find a cove far along the east side of the coast

Watch the tides as it swells and sways in time

to music I will never hear.

Breathe in the salt and seaweed

And somehow,

somewhere,

that sweet scent of pollen.

- for my grandparents, Carol & Keith Parker

#it's fun because i wrote this poem just over a year ago #it's still one of my favourites #a true story!#it's true that i'd cry about leaving home and then leaving my grandmas #it's true that they went to Malta #it was supposed to be for their honeymoon but it wasn't really #but that's when they saw all the bougainvillea #it's true he was a flower farmer son who hated all flowers except bougainvillea #and he was a maths prodigy but abysmal at english #so im being serious when i say he probably couldn't spell it #it's really funny #we gave him back to the sea a while after the funeral #i still remember it vividly #anyway anyway anyway #my grandparents are true storybook material with all the strange things they got up to #and i love them alot so they deserved a tribute poem :)#they taught me so much #oh shit i forgot to tag this properly #my thermos poetry #my poetry #grandparents #nostalgia #love #loss #death #childhood #reflection #ocean #sea #flowers

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I Dream of you Almost Every Night, Hopefully I won't wake up This Time

so uh this got so fucking long. Song here (vibe with me)

Maeve x Lucas. First dates gone horribly wrong (or horribly right) 6.4k (I shouldn’t be suRPRISED)

TW: eel, a bit of blood.

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Her footsteps were quiet as she hummed to herself. She held the stems of flowers she had found on her walk to the dock. The sun painted the sky in orange and pink as it slowly started to set. Along the pier were lit candles, flickering with the breeze.

Her footsteps faltered when she saw Lucas leaning against the railing, a small bouquet of lilies gripped tight in his hand. He looked lost in thought, staring at the water turning purple.

His outfit was simple enough, yet vastly different from what she normally saw him in. His hair was slicked back, making her smile. He was fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket, biting his lower lip. As she moved closer she saw that one stubborn curl falling over his eyes and melted a little.

He heard her walking, turning around and lighting up when he saw her.

She smiled back, waving shyly.

“Hey,” he breathed as she leaned on the railing next to him. “You um...look…nice.”

“You look nice too.”

It was silent for a moment. “I got you flowers,” he said, face darkening as he held the bouquet out. It was a mix of red and pink lilies. He was acting so weird, it made her giggle.

“I got you some as well,” she whispered, taking his gift. Their fingers brushed.

He turned redder at the touch, turning away from her and rubbing the back of his neck. “Y-You didn’t have to!”

She adjusted the flowers in her arms, pulling him down by his shirt collar to kiss his cheek and tuck the chrysanthemum behind his ear. “Neither did you, but here we are,” she whispered.

“Thank you.” He offered his arm with a shy smile. “Now my lady, would you do me the honour of joining me for dinner?”

She bit her lip as she smiled, pressing the gardenias and other chrysanthemum into his other hand. She looped her arm through his as his fingers closed around the flowers.

“Why my good sir! How kind of you to ask, I would be delighted.”

He grabbed her other hand, kissing her fingertips. Her laughter carried over the wind as he led her to the gazebo. She picked up her skirts as she climbed up the steps, smiling wider when she saw the layout. An old tablecloth covering some boxes, pillows on smaller crates acting like chairs.

Lucas ducked his head, placing the flowers she’d given him into the empty vase at the center of the table. “Sorry if it’s...a little...underwhelming.”

“I love it!” she blurted out, letting go of his arm to spin around as she looked around the gazebo. Lights twinkled around the roof like fake fireflies. Light magic. An easy spell.

She kissed her palm, blowing softly into the air. Small glittery lights followed her breath.

Lucas watched, mouth hanging open in a small ‘o’ as she spun around. The lights gathered around her skirts as she laughed.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, smiling at him.

“Y-Yeah,” he said, staring at her. The magic reflected in his eyes, making the blue glow. “It is.”

“So…” she started, pushing her hair behind her ear, swaying a little as she walked over to him. “What’s for dinner?”

“Well…”

“...you don’t know.”

“Yeah.”

She giggled, fluffing the back of her skirt. “Well surprises are always fun.”

“Not when they involve food! Those usually go wrong.”

She only shook her head, pursing her lips in a small smile. “C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure?” She jabbed jokingly at his arm. “Live a little. It’s a date, not the end of the world.”

“But it’s a date.”

She brushed her knuckles against his, humming as she sat down. Her skirt fluffed up around her legs. “I know you’ve been on plenty.”

“A couple but…”

“But?”

“This is with you and I...I really don’t want to mess this up.”

Her eyes softened, playing with one of the magic lights. She blew it off her palm to him. “It’s with me. You don’t have to worry about messing up at all. In fact, I might be the one to mess it up.”

He snorted as the light brushed past his cheek, it scattered into glitter. “I doubt it.”

“We’ll call it even and look back on our mistakes laughing.”

“That is, if you go on another date with me,” he said, taking a seat across from her. She held her hand out, resting it palm up. He took her hand, lacing their fingers.

“Oh I’m sure I will.”

“Hello hello!” Lilith said, bounding out of the small abandoned restaurant. There was a poorly drawn mustache on her upper lip, and she wore an apron made of a ratty curtain. “Welcome to the best restaurant in all of Vesuvia that doesn’t have a name and totally doesn’t have a rat problem!”

Maeve giggled at the antics as she pulled out a notepad. “What can we get started for you? We have soup. Soup. Soup. And! Soup.”

Lucas snorted. They really were ridiculous. “Hmmm,” he said, tapping a finger on his chin as he pretended to think. Maeve cracked up. “So many options, what am I supposed to do?”

“I’ll have the soup,” Maeve said through her pearls of laughter.

Lilith’s lips twitched and she looked like she was going to laugh too. “And for you sir?”

“All have what my lady is having.”

Maeve fluttered her lashes. “Oh my good sir you are a flirt.”

Lilith made a face. “Hey, don't be gross in front of me. I’m not paid enough for this.”

Lucas laughed, letting go of Maeve’s hand to ruffle the teenager’s hair. “Mmhmm, whatever you say.”

Lilith swatted at his hand, muttering bitterly. She wrinkled her nose at Lucas once she smoothed her hair down enough. “I’ll get your soups out soon,” Lilith said, mock politeness. She made a face at Lucas and he made one back when her back was turned.

Maeve snorted, smacking his arm lightly. He laughed, throwing his head back a little to look up at the lights.

“So you let the kids handle this one?” she said, catching a light on her palm. “Nervous?”

“Did…they tell you?”

“I figured it out when Lilith was our waiter.” She looked over at him, blowing the light at his face. When it hit the tip of his nose it erupted into glittery lights. “You don’t have to be. You could’ve told me and I would’ve helped.”

He didn’t meet her eyes, watching the lights she blew into his face. “You were just...so excited to see what I’d do.”

She reached over the makeshift table to turn his head back with her hand. She tapped the tip of his nose, sitting back down. Cupping her cheeks in her palms and resting her elbows on the crate, she smiled.

“Lucas. I don’t need a fancy date. The point of a date is to spend time with someone you like. All I want is to spend time with you. Does that make sense?”

His cheeks were red, and he rubbed the back of his neck. She liked the tic, it was cute.

“W-Well yeah. But I didn’t…”

“If you dare say ‘didn’t think you’d want to spend time with me’ I’m kicking your ass.”

He blanched, before letting out a snort. Then a chuckle. His shoulders trembled as he laughed.

“Good luck, shortie.”

She gasped in offense, holding a hand to her chest. “I will take you right here and now in this dress!” She slammed her hands on the crate, rising to her feet.

“Maeve, I don’t want to fight you here! Or ever.”

She faked a sneer, sticking her tongue out. “Why? You chicken?”

His eyes narrowed. “Oh well now you’ve crossed a line.”

“My Batsaikhan Karmoiv better not be a chicken. I’d hate to date a coward. What would my father think?” she leered, dancing back and forth on her feet.

He stood with a laugh. “Alright then. Let’s see how cowardly I am. I’ll even go easy on you since I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her pride smarted at the comment, but she only faked a look of relief.

Oh he was playing with fire.

“Why thank you, I’d hate for my pretty face to get messed up,” she cooed, holding her hands under her chin. “And it has been a while since I’ve done this.” A lie.

He shrugged his jacket off his shoulder, bouncing from foot to foot with his fists raised.

She only hummed, tucking the hem of her dress into her sash (if she flashed him she flashed him. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make). Tugging her hair back with a ribbon tied around her waist she let out a small musical note.

He jabbed at her, and she stepped out of the way. He nodded in approval. Kind in theory, but insulting in practice.

Humming a bit more, she stepped closer to him, kicking her shoes off. They hit the clothed crate with a small thump.

He blinked at her discarded flats, lowering his hands. “Why did you do that?”

She popped her back and cracked her knuckles, bouncing from heel to toe with a smile.

He was quite a bit taller than she was. That much was obvious. She might have to jump. With the force of jumping and kicking she might break his nose. The chances of her breaking his nose were higher with shoes on. Even with the small barefoot handicap she was nimble.

And thankfully, she had a small advantage.

He didn’t know what she could do.

“So I don’t break your nose when I do this.” With a smile she leapt into the air, kicking his nose and sending him flying into the railing. She landed on her toes, bouncing back onto her heels, her smile turning smug.

Advantage thoroughly destroyed, but oooh was the look on his face worth it.

He leaned against the railing, rubbing at his lip and nose. The skin on his nose was reddening.

“Oh! I’m so sorry I didn’t know what I was doing,” she said, eyes going wide like saucers as she held her hands to her mouth to hide her smile. Her voice just dripped with sarcasm. “Please, go easy on me.”

He cracked his neck with an excited grin, wiping the blood away from his nose. She hoped she didn’t break it. That would be unfortunate.

“Lucky shot,” he joked, bouncing back and forth again. Her eyes narrowed. “You surprised me. But how will you do without your shoes?”

He jabbed at her and she dodged with a forced giggle. She was going to kill him. “Oh my darling I think you almost hit me there!” she said as she danced away from him, spinning on the tips of her toes as she grabbed the pillar of the gazebo. “But you still missed. Better luck next time.”

He didn’t say anything in reply, just came at her again. This time he was pushing a bit more. And he was getting faster. He got her cheek and she knew it would bruise.

Her smile grew into a grin.

“You know,” she breathed, ducking under his arm. She brushed her fingertips along his skin, moving behind him.

She kicked the back of his ankles, twisting his arms behind him as he stumbled. With a devious smile she gave him a good boot in the ass to send him toppling over. He managed to regain his balance before falling flat on his face though (boo).

She blew her bangs out of her face with another grin. “For someone so big you’re quite fast.” She crouched, fingers twitching. “But not fast enough.”

His form felt familiar. Street fighter. The way he shifted from foot to foot, judging his surroundings and her. He underestimated her so of course he was going to get his ass kicked this early.

Besides, it was no fun if he didn’t have proper motivation.

“Let’s say we put a little wager on this fight,” she said, lowering her fists. “Since you are having quite a rough time I’ll let you set the terms.”

He shot her a glare with no heat, rubbing his back. “How sweet.”

She bowed. “Like sugar.”

He cracked his neck. “Okay then. If I win, you can’t be mean or sarcastic for a day. And I get to teach you how to cook.”

She batted her eyes, stretching up onto her tiptoes and back down. “And if I win?”

“I can’t drink brandy for a day.”

She tapped her chin. “I’ll make some revisions, seems a bit unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“If you win, I won’t be sarcastic and mean for a week. And during that time you teach me how to cook. If I’m sarcastic during that time a day is added.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Okay…”

“And if I win, no alcohol for a week. You drink and another day gets added. You seemed a little too eager to jump on no brandy so I’m banning you entirely.”

He looked stricken. “You wouldn’t.”

Ah there’s the reaction she wanted. This should make things interesting.

She narrowed her eyes with a cat-like smile, running her tongue along the points of her teeth. His gaze flickered to the movement.

“I would. Now step up your game and fight me, you candy-ass.”

His eyes narrowed into slits and she lost sight of him.

She smirked.

Now this would be fun.

His first punch was more of a shock than anything. He got her right in the shoulder, making her spin around to look for him. He darted off to the side, jabbing at her other shoulder.

He wasn’t trying to hurt her, even now. Sure it smarted but it didn’t hurt.

“Not so bad for a big guy huh?”

She smiled, knowing how she could end things. But she didn’t want to spoil the fun so early.

At least give him a fighting chance.

Oh dear she was getting cocky.

“And you’re a little slow for someone so small.”

Ouch. Another hit to her pride.

She clenched her hands into fists, listening closely. He was light, fast and quiet, but she was barefoot and he was in boots.

There. The light tap of him bouncing up on his toes to keep quieter.

He moved closer. He was going to go for the back of her head. Hit hard enough and she’d be knocked out, but a nice hit would at least knock her off kilter enough for him to win.

Which, she wasn’t about to let happen.

When he was close enough she ducked and elbowed him in the stomach, grabbing his arm and using his momentum to flip him over her shoulder.

The ground shook as he landed, the air being knocked out of him.

His eyes went wide with shock as she straddled his chest and used her palm to smack the inside of his biceps. He let out a hiss of pain and she knew she hit his pressure points. His arms lay numb and flat.

He stared at her for a moment as she blew her hair out of her face. She smirked, leaning closer to brushing his hair back. She tilted her head and her teeth grazed his earlobe as she whispered.

“I win.”

She kissed his cheek, sitting back to look at him. His arms would be numb for a few minutes and when feeling came back they were going to hurt.

He only stared at her, face slowly getting redder as he looked at her. He ducked his head away, his hair coming undone to fall into his face.

What he did next startled her more than anything.

He started to laugh.

She felt herself blush. “Why are you laughing?” She tightened her grip she had on his chest, placing her palms on his sternum. “Lucas,” she whined.

He looked up at her, smiling so wide she thought his face would crack. The lighting made his eyes soft. “And where did you learn how to do that?” he asked, shifting a little. His arms were still numb.

“What do you mean?”

He grinned at her. “You flipped me over your shoulder. You!”

She puffed her cheeks out in a pout. “Well of course I did! What did you expect!”

“You’re tiny and you beat me in a fight!”

She flicked the tip of his nose, sitting back a little. She untied her hair, letting the gnarled curls fall over her shoulders. Her dress hem was slowly slipping out of where she tucked it into her sash.

“I have eleven years of training thank you very much,” she sniffed, making him chuckle. She had to fight her smile. She was full of surprises.

“I would’ve thought you had magic enhancing strength.”

She glared at him from down her nose. “Well I am currently on top of you so we’ll see who should be making the insulting quips.”

His eyes flicked down briefly before he met her eyes again with a lopsided smile. “I will say I do have a nice view.”

She rolled her eyes, pressing the back of her hand to her lips to hide her smile. Flirt. His hands twitched as he got feeling back into his arms again. “We’ll see how you feel about that after you go a week without liquor.”

He groaned. “Do I have to?”

She crawled forward a little, resting her chin on her forearms. She lay just against his collarbone, her back arched a little as she kept her legs tightly around him. “Why yes you do. You made the wager.”

“‘I made my bed now I must lie in it’?” he said with a dramatic eye roll.

She smiled, pressing a kiss against the base of his throat. “Bingo. But this time I’m lying with you.”

“...uh oh.”

Her smile grew. “‘Uh oh’ is right! I’m going to drive you insane!”

He sighed, not meeting her eyes. But she could see his lips twitch up in a smile. “You already did that.”

“Oh with your months of pining? I went through it as well.”

“Yeah but you didn’t get your kiss rejected.”

“And you didn’t do the rejecting.”

“...how is that worse?”

She snorted as he reached up to brush her hair over her shoulder. “You got feeling back.”

He winced, hissing a little. He brushed his knuckles against her cheek “Did you have to hit me so hard?”

She took his hand, holding it against her face with a wicked grin. “You held back so I didn’t have to. Though...I did hold back a little.”

He glowered at her, she only shrugged. “I could’ve killed ya. Don’t wanna kill my partner this early in the relationship. That wouldn’t be very good now would it?”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline and his smile grew slightly giddy. “Partner?”

She nodded, biting her lip with a smile. “Well it seems appropriate.”

“So...you’re stuck with me?”

“Mutually stuck with one another.”

He brushed her lower lip with his thumb, smoothing out the corner. “I like the sound of that.”

She opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted.

“...you do know you aren’t alone, right?”

Lilith.

She jumped off of him, flushing from her toes to the tips of her hair. Lucas’ other arm still seemed numb, but he covered his eyes with his had-feeling-arm.

Lilith made a face at them, placing two bowls on the crate-table-thing. “Ugh I can’t believe I got stuck with you guys.”

“You volunteered!” Amanda called from somewhere inside the abandoned restaurant.

“Not for this!” Lilith yelled back.

“Like you can talk!” Will this time. “You and Amanda are gross!”

Ooh dragged by the seven year old.

“Hows so?” Lilith demanded.

Will poked his head out from the doorframe, making a face. Lilith made one back. “When you get all blush-y n stuff. It’s gross.”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!” He stuck his tongue out at her, Maeve and Lucas shared a glance and cracked up.

Lilith growled, shoving her tray under one arm. “Enjoy your soups. Emmie made them herself so be nice and don’t die.”

Lucas stopped laughing. “Don’t what?”

She didn’t reply, stomping back to the abandoned restaurant to presumably strangle Will.

Amanda walked out to greet her, planting a big kiss on her cheek. Lilith froze, and Maeve could see her blush from the gazebo.

Well that seems to be progressing nicely.

Will looked out the ordering window, pointing a finger at his mouth and dramatically gagging. Amanda winked at him and he pretended to vomit.

Maeve snorted, watching Lilith let out a roar and chase him throughout the restaurant. Will squealed, jumping out the window and started to climb.

“Should we help him?” she asked, looking at Lucas. Amanda’s laughter filled the air.

He only smiled back at her. “Nah. He can handle it.”

As it turns out, Lucas is a terrible liar. Watching him try and choke down the mystery that was Emmie’s soup (Maeve swore there was sand in it) was amusing.

Emmie stood on her tiptoes, grinning up at him. “So did you like it big bro...brofther?” Maeve almost melted with how she pronounced brother.

Lucas forced a smile, looking like he was trying not to puke.

Maeve snickered, pressing her palm to her mouth to stifle the noise.

Lucas heard it and glared at her.

“Looking a bit green there,” she said with a giggle. “Need some water?”

“You’re not helping.”

“Lu Lu? Did you not like it?” Emmie asked, her lip jutting out in a pout.

Maeve snorted. “Lu Lu?”

Another glare, this one promising a lecture later. She sat back, amused. He huffed and looked back at Emmie. “I loved it,” he said. He twitched at the lie.

Emmie lit up. “What was your favourite part Lu Lu? I made it especially for you! Are you gonna finish it?”

He greened again, making Maeve chortle louder.

“Y-Yeah! I’ll finish it soon, just let me talk to my date for a moment,” he said with a low glance at her. She only batted her lashes back, taking another bite of the soup. All and all it wasn’t the worst thing she’d ever had.

He looked ready to puke just watching her.

“No!” Emmie said with a pout. “I want to watch you finish it! I worked hard on it!”

Maeve laughed so hard and abruptly she sputtered out her soup. Oh how was he going to get out of this one?

“Very unladylike,” he mouthed at her, looking ready to throw himself out into the water.

She only straightened her back, sitting poised like a queen looking over her table. Her lips were upturned slightly as she delicately fluttered her lashes.

He rolled his eyes, looking back into his soup bowl. Emmie bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

“You like it right Lu Lu?”

“Lying is very ungentlemanly. But it is very entertaining to watch.”

He glowered at her. “Just because your sense of taste died a long time ago doesn’t mean mine has.”

She dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, hiding a smile in the cloth. “It’s terrible that you can’t wash it down with any kind of alcohol. I will say the wine makes a lovely pairing.”

“Cruel woman,” he sniffed, making her giggle. “Cruel and unjust.”

“Better eat now, Lu Lu. Your soup is getting cold.”

His cheeks brightened at the nickname and he stared at the soup. When he started eating again he winced between every bite, looking like he was doing his damndest not to gag.

She decided to enact a little mercy on him. “C’mere Emmie, we should get you to Amanda and Lilith again. I hear it’s almost time for one Princess to get some sleep.”

“But I’m not tired!”

“Lu Lu-” If it was possible to turn any redder, he did. And quite frankly, she was loving every second. “-and I will give you our full review on your soup tomorrow if you get some sleep now. Amanda says she has a bedtime story for you.”

Emmie peaked up. “Story?”

“Mmhmm!”

“...fine. But Lu Lu better eat his soup!”

Maeve winked. “I’ll make sure of it. Sweet dreams now, Princess.”

When Emmie bounded away, Lucas spat out his soup to the side. “Thank you,” he wheezed.

She laughed. “I’m sure with a little help she’ll get better. Have some faith, mo stór.”

He rolled his eyes, getting to his feet and shrugging his jacket back onto his shoulders. He took the flower she tucked into his hair and put it in the vase with the rest of what she had given him. The small bouquet he gave her sat in a bucket of water by her feet.

He offered her his arm. “Shall we walk a turn around the pier, my darling?”

Her heart fluttered at the nickname. She brushed her hand down the fabric of her dress, smoothing it out. It fluttered around her ankles as she stood, looping her arm through his and pressing close.

She could feel his heart race a little under her fingertips as she brushed against the sleeve of his jacket. “I’d thought you’d never ask,” she said with a smile, shifting to put on her flats as they walked out of the gazebo and down the small pier.

“So, where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked, looking down at her. “You never really answered my question.”

“It’s um...a long story. But to shorten eighteen years of my life...it was how I was raised. My dad is a retired general, and my whole culture is surrounded by our fierce fighters and learning how to fight and survive ourselves. Our lands are very rich with farming and mountains so we got...attacked for them a lot.”

“So you were taught how to fight for eleven years?”

“Mmhmm. My parents are highly regarded because of their time, my mom dying to a god themself. It’s a lot of pressure to live up to, even though I know they don’t want that for me.”

She fiddled with the necklace hidden by her bodice. One from her sister, who was also rising in the ranks of the Huntresses rather quickly.

All and all she was kind of the disappointment of the family. Aislin had already made a name for herself back home. Rhiannon was talented, strong, and just...the pride in her family.

And all she was...was a failed plague doctor. A failed...a failed person.

She chewed on her lower lip. She loved her family. She adored them and missed them. But it stung to know that she wasn’t...really anything to be proud of.

“Well I thought it was...um…” his cheeks were red, but he was smiling. “Attractive.”

She snorted, bumping their hips together. “Oh really now?”

“It’s not every day I get put in my place. Well, by someone besides Amani. Or thrown to the ground like that. It was awesome.”

She giggled, pressing her face into his arm. “If you ever want to spar with me or want me to teach you anything here’s the offer.”

He brushed a hand down her hair, watching as her curls bounced back. “I’d like that,” he said softly. “You’re a sight to behold when you fight.”

She fought back her blush. “Spice up that street fighting of yours?” she joked, looking up at him.

He snorted. “It’s a bit different but yeah.”

“Different? Trial and error different?”

He looked stricken. “Y-Yeah,” he replied, not quite meeting her eyes. He didn’t sound like he was lying. From his display with Emmie she was sure of that.

But it wasn’t the whole truth either.

She let the subject drop.

“Hey look,” she said, pointing to the water and letting his arm go. “The sun’s setting.” She moved to the railing, the wood buckling under her hands.

He watched it move, voice raising in warning. “Maeve move away from there-” He startled her by touching her back, making her jump into the railing.

And it snapped under her hands, falling into the water below and taking her with it.

...oh goody.

She turned around in her panic as he dashed forward. He reached out to grab her, she lifted her arm to take his hand. Their fingertips brushed as she fell into the water.

The water was a biting cold, strange for an area with such warm climate. It invaded her senses and left her dizzy.

She was going to drown.

Her dress floated around her as she tried to swim, but the soft waves kept throwing her this way and that.

It was dark. Murky. She couldn’t breathe. Her panic spiked as she felt a sharp pain on her calf.

Her scream was enveloped in bubbles and silent.

Her head swam with her vision.

She would not die like this. She fucking would NOT.

Opening her eyes, the salt burned. She ignored it, trying to figure out which way was up. She couldn’t swim. She knew this. She would sink and die. Lucas was probably panicking and waiting for her to surface-

And what the fuck was hurting so fucking badly?!

She looked down at her legs, spotting a fairly good sized eel.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She kicked at it, but couldn’t get much force behind it. Instead she tried shaking her leg.

It let go after a moment, her blood a slow trickle and spiral through the water. Her lungs burned, both from inhaling salt water and the lack of air.

Great. Great. Fantastic!

She was going to drown on the first fucking date.

Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her up.

The air was almost sweet as she gasped and coughed, hacking up water and trying not to throw up everything in her stomach.

She threw her arms around Lucas’ (she knew it was Lucas) neck and hacked over his shoulder, shaking.

“I have you now,” he murmured, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other to slowly move them to shore.

She spat out water, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He smelled nice, and it was grounding. The skin there was rough with those odd cheetah like scars. She gently kissed them, trying to slow her racing heart.

“You okay?” he asked as they slowly washed up on the shore.

He let out a small yip as she breathed softly against his neck. He smelled savory and like seawater. She wondered what he was cooking before the date. He was warm despite the water’s chill.

“D-Doing better,” she replied, hissing when he shifted. Her leg ached, almost burning.

“You don’t sound it.”

“Mmm,” she hummed with another pained groan, throwing an arm over her eyes. “Might’ve gotten bit by an eel.”

“...you what?!”

She groaned again, rolling off of him and onto her back. The water lapped at her ankles, blood leaking from the wounds on her calf.

Eels and those damn double jaws.

Lucas, bless his heart, started to freak out when he saw the amount of blood.

“What do I do?! I don’t have any of your fancy whatever they are or your expertise with eel bites.”

She pressed the palm of her heel to her eye. Judging by the slow ooze no arteries were hit. She didn’t feel a tooth either which was good.

“Just…” she hissed, pain sparking up her calf.

“Can we use sea water? It’s all we have around us.” He sounded panicked. She appreciated it, but it really wasn’t anything to panic about.

She reached out blindly, finding his leg and patting his thigh.

“Sea water is fine. Clean the sand away. We can…” she was sad about this option but she really didn’t feel like bleeding on the dress. “Tear the hem of my dress to make a bandage.”

“We can use one of my bandages.”

“You…” she squeezed her eyes shut with a shuddery inhale. Ouch this hurt. “Have extra?”

“No. The ones around my arms are clean though. It should…be fine. Fine. It’ll be fine.” He was saying it like if he didn’t she’d die.

Touching, but she was insulted he’d think an eel could take her out that easily. It was a bite to the leg.

Sure she was in a shit ton of pain but one eel wasn’t enough to take her out.

And even if it did, she would live out of spite. Who wants to go down to an eel? Her family would never let her live it down. She would not stand for that humiliation.

“Fine!” She hissed through her teeth. “Just be careful with the bite.”

“You’ll…be okay right?”

Her head lolled and she glared at him. “If you got me killed because of an eel I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“Haunt me?!”

She hummed in response as he unwrapped the bandages around his left hand. “Yes. You’ll never be rid of me.”

“And what happens when I die?” She looked at the blackened skin on his arm, brows softening.

What happened to him?

“I kill you a second time.”

He snorted, propping her foot up on his knee. “Ah so that’s how that works. Good to know.”

“Of course that’s how it works! I, Maeve, the great and powerful all seeing and knowing say it so!”

He laughed, resting his forehead against hers. She was glad he wasn’t freaking out anymore. Her heart had slowed to its steady pace, she let out a small happy hum as she closed her eyes. The water lapped at where they sat.

“So,” she started, her eyes fluttering open. His eyes were a very vibrant blue, she loved them. She wanted to paint them. “Do you always get your dates bit by eels or am I just lucky?”

He sputtered. “Maeve!”

She kissed his cheek with a soft giggle, pushing herself up and out of the sand. Her leg ached but it was nothing life threatening.

He rose up to his knees, staring at her. She breathed in once. She was never going swimming again.

She caught his eye and smiled. “Aww all this trouble for a date and you haven’t even kissed me yet.”

He let out a startled chuff, making her smile grow.

“Why don’t you kiss me?” he asked after a beat.

She moved closer to him, brushing his hair back. Water trailed down his cheeks and lips. She brushed it away with her thumb and kissed the salt water off her skin.

“Hmmm, only if you say please.”

“Please?”

“Well, since you asked so sweetly,” she whispered, brushing his hair back from his face and kissing his forehead.

He let out a tiny whine, making her giggle.

“Okay okay. But I can finally reach your face so let me savour this.” She kissed above his brows, his eyelids, his temples. She buried her hands in his hair, tugging his head back a little as she kissed both of his cheeks, whispering soft things in her language.

He sighed, eyes fluttering shut as she kissed his earlobe and down his jaw to his chin. She flicked at the piercing under his lip with her tongue before nipping at his lower lip.

“Please,” he whispered. The word gave her pause, making her heart flutter with how he said it.

She smiled before pressing a kiss against his lips, his hands firmly planted on her hips as she rocked back and forth. He didn’t taste like the abomination of soup they had, but instead of something strong. Different spices that left her dizzy.

“Thank you for saving me,” she whispered, brushing his cheeks with her thumbs.

“You really should learn to swim,” he whispered back.

“Har har. Good luck.”

He snorted, trapping her legs between his. She had to lean down a little to kiss him again, playing with his hair. Water fell between her fingers.

“Let’s get you home before you get sick,” she murmured, breath fanning his face. He rubbed his nose against hers, sighing softly.

“It’s you I’m worried about.”

“I’ll be fine. We can go back to my clinic to fix up my leg and get into something warm.”

“You think you have anything that I could wear?” he joked, getting to his feet.

She started walking away, swaying her hip as she limped. She looked over her shoulder and winked. “I’m sure I have a few blankets or a towel.”

He laughed, jogging after her and scooping her up and out of the sand. She giggled as he held her close against his chest.

He kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling the skin there.

“I can walk you know,” she said, shifting around to look at him. He tucked his arm under her knees, cradling her close with a smile.

“Yes, but you’ll be limping all the way back. This will be easier.”

She sighed, resting her head under his collar. “Fine. Just this once.”

He kissed the top of her head. “We both know that’s a lie.”

She laughed, kissing his neck. He wasn’t wrong. As much as she complained about being carried it was...nice. She let out a happy hum, tracing the scars on his neck with her fingernails.

He shrugged out of his jacket, placing it over her, making her laugh.

“Lucas, leannán, this isn’t any help.”

He chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. “You looked cold though.”

“Because of you!”

“Hey, I’m trying!”

She giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Besides,” he murmured. “It looks better on you.”

“Everything looks better on me.”

He snorted, nuzzling her hair and letting out a small sigh. “Despite getting poisoned by Emmie, you falling and almost drowning...”

“Then getting bit by an eel,” she added, making him cringe.

“Tonight was…” he paused, looking out at the stars with a soft smile. His eyes reflected the soft light. Gods she wanted to paint his eyes. She wondered how he’d react to her doing so. “Fun. I don’t know when I’ve had this kind of fun.”

“On a date?”

“Yeah.”

“It was fun kicking your ass.”

He snorted. “It won’t happen again I can guarantee.”

“We’ll see about that, Mister ‘I have to go a week without anything alcoholic to drink’.”

He pouted, making her giggle. “Mean.”

She tapped his arm, tugging him down to kiss him again, the water softly washing up against the sand. She liked how he felt. How he tasted.

“Fear caillte na himeartha goirt.”

#the arcana #the arcana game #maeve #lucas #maeve x lucas #maevas #my writing #maeve calls lucas the equivalent of a sore loser in irish at the end #me seconds before posting: huh what if this isn't good?

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Episode 45: The One where the Juniors Stick It to the Old People

Still in the demon subdue palace aka wwx's classy cave and wwx is putting ss on the spot and it's great

he's implying that su she is just the distraction or whatever so jgy can enact the Ultimate Evil Master Plan

oooh, i like this idiom he used here

"the mantis is catching the cicada, not aware of the bird behind it."

nice

I LOVE WATCHING WWX BE CLEVER

HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE DOING HIS DETECTIVE WORK

HE JUST BLUFFED HIS WAY INTO MAKING SU SHE REVEAL HIS HAND AND IT WAS AWESOME

he was all, why don't you prove me wrong and play the Totally Not Evil Magic Music you played before?? hm?

su she ofc didn't play it so wwx pulls out some papers from his robe and is like, that's alright i'll just have lqr read this sheet music i stole from your boss's secret chamber...

and then su she panics and tries to stop him but lwj launches bichen at su she like a boss

The only unbelievable thing here is that su she somehow managed to block bichen and send it right back to lwj tbh

(thus revealing he still had access to his own spiritual energy lol what a loser)

Lwj catches it gracefully and does a serious pose and side-eyes su she with all the venom he can muster lol

Ewww, su she just spat blood and disrupted the magic circle (bc he knows he’s been caught out)

lwj ofc tries to attack him again but su she is COWARD and teleports himself away

The puppets try to storm the place but wn is on them in an instant

Oh, lwj gets bichen ready to help but wwx grabs him by the arm to stop him

Wwx: it won’t work, don’t bother

Lwj doesn’t look happy about this but he lowers his sword anyway

sect leader yao starts talking but idc what he has to say

Wwx takes the time to spell out that ss is working for jgy and they’re both up to no good

Bc apparently all his detective-y exposition didn’t make it obvious enough

God, it must hurt wwx to be surrounded by idiots all the time...

wn is still fighting off puppets but he lets wwx know that he’s not gonna be able to hold them back for very much longer

The fact that he can hold them back by himself like this at all is amazing tbh

So lsz, being the protective badass sweetie pie that he is, immediately dives in after wn, offering to help!

Jin ling sees him do this and draws his sword to follow behind but jc stops him…

JC IS GIVING JL THE ZIDIAN

Lol Jc’s all like don't lose it! But jin ling doesn’t take it!!

He actually shoves his way passed jc and throws himself into the throng of puppets with just his father’s sword

Jc is FURIOUS, he’s all, get back here you idiot!!

Jin ling ofc doesn’t listen

Lsz: you should go back

JL: I won’t!

LSZ AND JL, I LOVE THEM SO. LOOK AT THOSE PRECIOUS BABIES BE BETTER PEOPLE THAN THE OLD FARTS IN THE CAVE

So now we have wn, lsz, and jl fighting off the puppets and protecting everyone

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WWX TOOK OFF HIS OUTER ROBE AND REVEALED LWJ'S UNDERTHINGS

wwx slices his fingers on bichen to start writing on lwj's white inner robes that he’s shamelessly wearing and displaying to the world

lwj watches him VERY INTENTLY, LOL

WWX IS USING HIMSELF AS BAIT!! THE MARKINGS ARE GONNA LURE THE PUPPETS TO HIM!!!

AND HANGUANG JUN IS GOING TO BE FIGHTING OFF THE PUPPETS THAT GET NEAR HIM

BC THEY'RE SOULMATES AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

AND THEY’RE A FANTASTIC TEAM OVERALL

Ljy tries to offer himself up as bait too but wwx is like nope! You all just stay out of our way

Ljy tries to protest but lwj cuts him off with a “listen to him.”

Then our boys share a brief look before throwing themselves into the fray

They look so cool here! Wwx lands steady on his feet with a solid thunk and brings his flute up to his (beautiful) lips

In contrast lwj slides in with sharp glide right next to wwx and gets battle-ready

LOOK AT MY SUNSHINE BOY PLAY HIS FLUTE LIKE A BOSS

God he looks so good when he’s focused like this

LOOK AT LWJ FIGHT OFF HUNDREDS OF PUPPETS LIKE A BADASS

Lwj is twirling around wwx so fast, fighting back every puppet that comes his way

Wwx is dodging any that get too close but he’s also smoothly bobbing and weaving around lwj’s attacks

THEY WORK SO SEAMLESSLY TOGETHER I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

meanwhile wn helps clear the way for the rest of the cultivators to escape

cut to the cultivators swarmed around the exit of the burial mounds, yao is talking, yuck

sect leaders yao and ouyang are the worst.

they're all, let's just leave and go to lotus pier to recover!!

jc is like, you want us to leave just like that?? (YOU COWARDLY BASTARDS, he doesn’t say but i know in my heart that he’s screaming that in his head)

and the other guys are like, yeah, it's not like lwj and wwx are gonna survive that

jl is like BULLSHIT OFC THEY'LL COME BACK (i love my bratty son)

And Jin Ling is Right BC LWJ IS COMING OUT OF THE WOODS WITH WWX LEANING AGAINST HIM

Wwx looks all weak and worn out. Like, he’s leaning against lwj heavily and lwj is watching him all worriedly

Wwx knees buckle and he goes down, but thankfully since lwj still has his hands on him, he doesn’t fall hard

LSZ RUNS TO THEM AND IS LIKE R U OK???

POOR BABY IS SO WORRIED AND UPSET!!

Lwj still has his eyes glued on wwx but you can tell that he’s starting to feel weary from the battle too

wwx is like we're okay, don’t worry, AND THEN PASSES OUT

which is the EXACT OPPOSITE of okay, omg

Lwj does this little gasp and twitches towards wwx but thankfully lsz is able to catch wwx before he hit the ground

Lsz is frantically calling his name but wwx is completely out of it and all we hear him say in response is a very weak “a-yuan”

At that, lwj’s eyes shift from wwx to lsz and he just stares at him bc here is his son, frantic over wwx, his soulmate, and his son's other father.

And there is his soulmate, murmuring their son’s name

AND NEITHER OF THEM KNOW WHO THEY ARE TO ONE ANOTHER

BC LWJ KEEPS NOT TELLING THEM FOR SOME REASON??:?

cut to some docks on the river

fucking yao and ouyang are running their mouths again

i hate those losers, i'm ignoring what they're saying

oooh, wn is approaching the juniors. lsz specifically. jl gets all on guard.

lol all the other juniors cower away but lsz stands his ground.

aw ☹️ wn steps back when he sees the kids get all scared

now we're getting some info from lsz that's heavily implying that lsz is actually a-yuan.

wn is so excited here bc he might have a surviving family member! he's so happy!! It’s adorable!!!

wn: can i call you a-yuan?

lsz: ofc! (WITH THE SWEETEST SMILE!)

wn: a-yuan, how have you all these years?

Lsz: i’ve been living well!

EXCUSE ME A MOMENT. I'M DEF NOT CRYING. JUST GOT SOMETHING IN MY EYE. LIKE A TREE BRANCH OR EMOTIONS OR SMTH. IT'S FINE.

here we learn that lwj started taking care of lsz since he was about 5yo, and he taught him to play the guqin

WN GIVES HIM A LITTLE PAPER BUTTERFLY

AND HE FLASHES BACK TO A HAND GIVING HIM A PAPER BUTTERFLY AND IT'S SO OBVIOUSLY LWJ'S HAND

wn is all teary-eyed and tries to reach out to touch lsz's face

but jl draws his sword and startles them

lsz gets between them but jl is all like step aside, this is none of your bsns

lsz: jin ling, put your sword away first

jl: get away! *shoves lsz*

He regrets it IMMEDIATELY if the way his jerked forwards to, idk, grab him is anything to go by.

He holds himself back tho bc he’s cursed with pride and general awkwardness towards his crush like his father before him

lol everyone rushes to catch lsz bc lsz is a sweetie-pie and everyone loves him

wn is all it's okay if you're mad at me, i won't fight you but don't hurt lsz!

oyzz: he was caring for you! how could you push him and ignore his kindness?

omg oyzz really does have a sensitive soul. what a sweet boy.

then someone mutters smth like oh, he's so ill-bred and ofc jl hears it

jl: right! i'm just that awful, so what?

now we cut to lwj and wwx who are on one of the boats!

lwj has his guqin out and is playing magic music for wwx who's got his eyes closed and eyebrows are all pinched together

WWX IS SO BEAUTIFUL, EVEN WHEN HE'S OBVIOUSLY EXHAUSTED AND IN PAIN

lwj can hear the juniors bickering and wwx starts fussing in his sleep muttering jin ling jin ling

lwj: wei ying

and wwx startles awake

wwx: lan zhan, what happened?

lwj: you passed out

wwx: not me. i mean, jin ling?

ofc wwx doesn't care what happened to him, ofc he only cares about what happened to his nephew

lwj doesn't answer but they both hear the bickering on the docks

we cut back to the juniors

jl is like, yeah i'm awful but you can't discipline me!!

wwx: what is going on?

and we watch wwx exit the boat and make his way down the dock to where the juniors are

and i was thoroughly distracted by his slim waist in those swirling black robes and had to rewind to watch it again

jin ling looks like he's about to cry and he has wn at sword point and wwx is all gently telling jin ling to put his sword down

jl: i won't!

wwx: jin ling!

jl: no!

and then he has a meltdown. he's all like, so i'm acting childish, satisfied? AND MY POOR BRATTY SON STARTS SOBBING HIS LITTLE HEART OUT CLUTCHING HIS SWORD

jl: this is my father's sword, i won't put it down!

AND NOBODY IS GOING TO HIM. NOBODY GETS NEAR HIM OR TRIES TO HUG HIM AS HE CRIES WITH HIS WHOLE BODY, MY POOR LITTLE BOY

SOMEBODY GIVE THIS KID SOME GODDAMN AFFECTION ALREADY

LIKE, EVEN A PAT ON THE SHOULDER OR SOMETHING. ANYTHING!!

all the juniors look down awkwardly but wwx swallows back tears bc he knows that he's partially responsible for the way jin ling hurts rn. even lwj looks sympathetic

(oh, finally remembered that this is a kid in pain, huh, lwj?)

jc hears his nephew crying and comes out of his own boat

jc: a-ling! why are you crying? come here.

and jl goes running to him

and it's kind of sweet how he does it?? idk.

the lack of hesitation indicates that he sees jc as a safe person to run to and it's sweet, i guess.

jl starts scrubbing his face in his sleeve to get rid of the tears

jc: what's wrong? who made you cry?

i wouldn't say he asks this tenderly but his voice is softer and not nearly as sharp as it usually is when he talks to people

and you KNOW he’s ready and willing to rain hellfire on whoever made his nephew cry

jl doesn't answer but jc glares down the dock where everyone is standing

LOL EVERYONE LOOKS DOWN

THE JUNIORS, WWX, WN

THEY ALL AVOID JC'S GAZE AND HAVE THE GUILTIEST LOOKS ON THEIR FACES

lwj doesn't look away tho and his face is in its usual neutral state

but we all know how lwj and jc's relationship is so this is not surprising

then yao has to open his mouth again but what he says doesn't matter, it's how the juniors react that matters

oyzz is all like why are you using that tone? if wwx wanted to hurt us, we wouldn't have made it this far, right?

lsz: oyzz is right!

lol oyzz does this little chin thrust like heck yeah i'm right

LOL jc is like, sect leader ouyang, the mouthy kid is yours, isn't he? he's so good at talking

I LOVE WHEN JC GETS LIKE THIS.

HE SAYS IT SO MILDLY AND OUYANG LOOKS PAINED AS HELL

NHS SMIRKS IN THE BACKGROUND

IT'S GREAT

ouyang: zizhen, come here to your father

oyzz: father, you said i shouldn't disturb you

and his dad's all like, get over here right now and oyzz ducks behind lsz and says I WON'T

LOVE THAT KID LOL

his dad proceeds to scold him and nhs is giggling in the background, i LOVE it

some jiang disciple goes up to jc to let him know they're ready to set off to lotus pier

Jc to wwx: you're barefaced enough to go back there?

wwx looks stricken

lwj is watching his face closely, concerned bc his soulmate is hurting (again) bc of jc (again).

we make it to lotus pier by nightfall

Side note to mention that the scenery and music as they travel down the river to lotus pier is really beautiful

Everybody files in but jc stops in front of our boys and wn and doesn't budge until wn says he'll stay behind.

and even then he doesn't say our boys can come in, he just turns around and walks off

AWWWWWW

LSZ TELLS WN HE'S GOING TO STAY WITH HIM AND KEEP HIM COMPANY

WN IS SO SURPRISED AND HAPPY

AND OUR BOYS ARE WATCHING THIS HAPPEN

WWX IS ALL WIDE-EYED

He makes a move like he's going to join them and lwj stops him

lwj: let them be.

you know lwj, this would be a perfect time TO TELL WWX THAT LSZ IS HIS KID, HIS LITTLE A-YUAN.

but no, instead he just gazes at him soulfully

which, okay, i'm never gonna say no to soulful gazes BUT YOU CAN MULTITASK, CAN'T YOU??

LWJ, YOU CAN LOOK AT HIM WITH YOUR WHOLE HEART IN YOUR EYES AND TALK AT THE SAME TIME.

Oh, lwj and wwx are at the gates of lotus pier and wwx looks at the sign above the gates

his eyes get all red-rimmed and you can see his throat bob

BC HE'S HURTING.

BC THIS WAS HIS HOME WHERE HIS SISTER AND BROTHER LIVED AND LOVED HIM AND NOW HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY OF THAT

god the way lwj looks at him whenever these moments pop up...he knows exactly when wwx starts hurting inside and he keeps his eyes trained on him the entire time until wwx indicates he's ready to keep moving

we cut to a little moment between lsz and wn where lsz tells us how lwj raised him with a bunch of bunnies and it's adorable

We cut to sword hall where all the cultivators are gathered

jc gets called away and as he's going to tend to whatever it is he sees wwx try to go towards swords hall and glares at him

wwx literally had one foot over the threshold and he awkwardly drags it back out at jc's glare

poor wwx. he just looks awkward all over.

like, he looks down and away and gets kinda fidgety. can't meet jc's eyes. BUT HE STILL MAKES IT LOOK SO PRETTY

lwj on the other hand stares right back at jc, lol, to emphasize I'M NOT INTIMIDATED BY YOU EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR HOME I'M IN RN.

and only after that's, like, telepathically communicated or smth do his eyes flicker over to wwx to see how he's doing.

after jc stalks off, wwx does that cute little nose tap thing he does

wwx: lan zhan, sit down~

and he indicates the stoop with a playful smile

lwj looks at the stoop for like half a second before walking around wwx like NOPE, sitting on stoops is not a thing that hanguang jun does

wwx's mouth curls into a little scowl like fine, be that way.

he sits down on the stoop himself while lwj leans on the pillar next to it, eyes closed and arms crossed and basically looking like a very beautiful and elegant statute

LOLOLOLOL

WWX GOES TO SPRAWL BACK ONTO THE STOOP, RESTING ON ELBOWS

AND LWJ, WITH HIS EYES STILL CLOSED SAYS: No misbehavior.

HE KNOWS WEI YING SO WELL

wwx looks up at him and pouts but still straightens up so he's sitting properly

wwx starts to sulk and complain about how jc's been gone for so long when jc shows up with a couple of ladies following him

jc pauses to look at our boys and says "come on in" shortly and turns on his heel to enter swords hall

Lol wwx turns to look at lwj with a big smile on his face bc hey, look at that! jc invited them in!!

wwx and lwj just loiter awkwardly near the entrance of sword hall

now we're gonna get a whole bunch of exposition that we don't care much about

blah blah jgy arranged for jgs to die surrounded by prostitutes blah blah

blah blah jgy knowingly married his half-sister blah blah

and throughout all this exposition, wwx is the only one who asks questions and looks for more details.

the rest of them are all willing to take everything at face value which really just explains everything about how they all ended up in this mess, tbh

we also keep getting reaction shots from jin ling and it makes me sad.

he does the death grip on his sword, and looks shocked and confused at every revelation, poor boy.

and the episode ends as the crowd starts to get riled up over all this brand new information

Which honestly is a relief bc things were getting WAY TOO PLOTTY for my tastes

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cardest · 4 years

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San Francisco playlist

San Francisco - my favorite city in the world! The bands, the music, the songs are all here, in this playlist I created. I threw in a bit of Sac and went south by San Jose, Monterrey and up past Sausalito. Can we make it to 250 songs? Let me know what bands/songs I left out.

Have I left out a song or a band in this San Francisco playlist? Let me know! Cheers!

Play the songs here at this link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HLG9q5rZLsqs8EYh6bhu- San Francisco

001 The Dillinger Escape Plan w/Mike Patton - When Good Dogs Do Bad Things 002 Night flight Orchestra - California Morning 003 Quincy Jones - Call Me Mister Tibbs OST (Main Title) 004 James Taylor Quartet - Dirty Harry theme song 005 Faith No More - Seperation anxiety 006 Streets of San Francisco TV show theme song 007 Santana - Evil Ways 008 High on Fire - Electric Messiah 009 Metallica - Disposable Heroes 010 Hammers Of Misfortune - Dead Revolution 011 Buddy Guy - Hello San Francisco 012 Faith No More - Jungle 013 Isaac Hayes - Shaft 014 Orange Peels - Back In San Francisco 015 Idris Ackamoor and the Pyramids - Message To My People 016 Thee Oh Sees - The Dream 017 Merle Haggard - Here In Frisco 018 Audrey Horne - California 019 Journey - Lights 020 Death Angel - Hatred United / United Hate 021 Mel Tor Me - Got The Date On The Golden Gate 022 Duke Ellington - Tourist Point Of View 023 Sons of Anarchy - This Life (Sons of Anarchy Theme Song) 024 Larry Graham's Central Station - Earthquake 025 LARD - I Wanna Be A Drug Sniffing Dog 026 Machine Head - California Bleeding 027 Neurosis - The Doorway 028 KING WOMAN - Utopia 029 Lalo Schifrin - Magnum Force OST Main Title 030 Forbidden - Adapt Or Die 031 DBUK - In San Francisco Bay 032 Jack Name - Werewolf Factory 033 John Carpenter - Theme from "The Fog" 034 Khiis - Saboor 035 Richie Havens - San Francisco Bay Blues 036 Metallica - Battery 037 Autopsy - charred remains 038 ExTREMITY_-_Crepuscular_Crescendo 039 The Otherside - Streetcar 040 Quincy Jones - Ironside (TV Theme) 041 Megadeth - Back in the Day 042 Sly and the Family Stone - Stand! 043 Faith No More - From Out of Nowhere 044 Willie Hutch-Vampin (The Mack OST 045 Orchid - Mouths Of Madness 046 Lalo Schifrin - Bullitt OST - On The Way To San Mateo 047 Vince Guaraldi - Woodstock's Dream 048 Fantomas - 4-11-05 049 Violation Wound - Fearmonger + State of Alarm 050 Primus - Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers 051 The Flower Pot Men - Let's Go to San Francisco (Part.1-2) 052 Bosse-de-Nage - Crux 053 Rod McKuen - The Beat Generation 054 Dionne Warwick - Do You Know The Way To San Jose 055 The Watchers - Sabbath Highway 056 Possessed - the eyes of horror 057 Scott McKenzie – San Francisco (Be Sure to wear flowers) 058 Tower Of Power - Oakland Stroke 059 Big Trouble In Little China OST - Pork chop express 060 Vio-lence - Calling In The Coroner 061 Black Oak Arkansas - The Big Ones Still Coming 062 Mr. Bungle - Love Is a Fist 063 VUUR - The Fire - San Francisco 064 Testament - The Haunting 065 Electronicat - Frisco Bay 066 Y&T - Mean Streak 067 Thee Oh Sees - Toe Cutter/Thumb Buster 068 Sweet - California Nights - Promo Clip (OFFICIAL) 069 Sadus - Swallowed In Black 070 Chuck Berry - San Francisco Dues 071 Sammy Hagar - Keep on rockin' 072 Fuzz - Sleigh Ride 073 Otis Redding - Sittin' on The Dock of the Bay 074 Pleasure Leftits - The Gate 075 BL'AST - Sometimes 076 Santana - Samba de Sausalito 077 Acephalix - Upon This Altar 078 Sun Ra - Lady With The Golden Stockings 079 Chris Isaak - San Francisco Days 080 Pointer Sisters - How Long (Betcha' Got A Chick On The Side) 081 High On Fire - Carcosa 082 Will Haven - When The Walls Close In 083 The Coup - Laugh/Love/Fuck 084 King Khan - Teeth Are Shite 085 Deafheaven - Irresistible 086 Glitter Wizard - Blood of the Serpent 087 Jefferson Airplane - It's No Secret 088 Cannonball Adderley - This Here 089 The Warlocks - Can't Come Down 090 Squirmy Sax Man - I Still Believe 091 Acid King - Coming Down from Outer Space 092 George Duke - Sausalito 093 The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister (Theme From The Lost Boys OST) 094 Betty Davis - [They Say I'm Different] He Was a Big Freak 095 Fever Tree - San Francisco Girls 096 The Dillinger Escape Plan w/ Mike Patton - Pig Latin 097 Build Them to Break - Lucky Strike 098 Montrose - Rock Candy 099 PRIMUS - THE TOYS GO WINDING DOWN 100 Joe Satriani - Big Bad Moon 101 Sleater Kinney - Jumpers 102 GRUESOME - Dimensions Of Horror 103 Sly & the Family Stone - Everday People 104 Huey Lewis and the News - Back in Time 105 Hammers Of Misfortune - 2 17th Street 106 Jerry Fielding - Prologue _ Main Title (The Enforcer OST) 107 Metal Church - The Dark 108 Deftones - Ohms 109 John Lee Hooker - Frisco Blues 110 DRI - Go Die 111 16th & Valencia Roxy Music- Devendra Banhart, What We Will Be 112 MC Hammer - Too Legit to Quit 113 Dead Kennedys-Police Truck 114 Rancid - Adina 115 San Francisco's Shiver - Up My Sleeve 116 Bernard Herrmann - Vertigo OST - The Bay 117 Faith No More - Last Cup Of Sorrow 118 Blackburn & Snow - Stranger In a Strange Land 119 The Doobie Brothers - What A Fool Believes 120 The Grateful Dead - Sugar Magnolia 121 Cab Calloway - San Francisco Fan 122 The Charlatans - codine 123 Buck Owens - Want To Live In San Francisco 124 Sleep - Dragonaut 125 Death Angel - 5 Steps Of Freedom 126 Neil Young - Heart of Gold 127 Vastum - Reveries in Autophagia 128 Dead Kennedys - Moon Over Marin 129 EchoBrain - Colder World 130 Riz Ortolani - Lombard Street 131 Waylon Jennings - San Francisco Mabel Joy 132 Con Funk Shun - Confunkshunizeya 133 Chic - Hes the Greatest Dancer 134 Peace Creep - Radio Free Alcatraz 135 ABBA - Santa Rosa 136 Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks - San Fransisco 137 Together Band - California Curl California Girl 138 The Hellers - It's 74 In San Francisco 139 Pat Todd - No Place Like Home 140 Nancy Wilson - I'm Always Drunk In San Francisco (And I Don't Drink At All) 141 Anathema - San Francisco 142 Blue Cheer - Fool 143 Exhumed - Gravewalker 144 Darondo - Let My People Go 145 Exodus - Blood In Blood Out 146 Lalo Schifrin Dirty Harry OST - Scorpios Theme 147 Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues 148 Wild Light - California on my mid 149 Herbie Hancock - Man-child - Hang Up Your Hang Ups 150 Fantomas - Spider Baby 151 The Lord Weird Slough Feg - Headhunter 152 The Animals - San Franciscan Nights 153 Twilight - Dance with Me 154 THE POINTER SISTERS - Yes We Can Can 155 Residents - Hello Skinny 156 CCR HEADCLEANER - Eat This Riff 157 LEON WARE - Thats Why I Came To California 158 Creedence Clearwater Revival - I Put A Spell On You 159 Comorant - The First Man 160 Bosse-de-Nage - The Trench 161 Hell Fire - Free Again 162 Riz Ortolani - Golden Gate Bridge 163 Fleetwood Mac - You Make Loving Fun 164 Uther Pendragon - San Francisco Earthquake 165 Melvins - Zodiac 166 La Luz - California Finally 167 The Wyatt Act - Push 168 Santana - Soul Sacrifice 169 Cheap Trick - On the Radio 170 Electric Wizard - Venus In Furs 171 Led Zeppelin - Misty Mountain Hop 172 Tommy Castro - Callin' San Francisco 173 Viscious Rumors - Digital Dictator 174 Ghoul-Off With Their Heads 175 Diesel - Sausalito Summernight (Single Version) 176 Sheila E - A Love Bizarre 177 Starship - Nothings Gonna Stop Us Now 178 Jeffry Osboune - I Really Don't Need No Light 179 Nazareth - Alcatraz 180 Freak of Nature - Rescue Me 181 Metallica - Crash Course In Brain Surgery 182 10000 Maniacs - Hey Jack Kerouac 183 Faith No More - Get Out 184 URSA - Wizard's Path 185 Jefferson Airplane - Aerie (Gang of Eagles) 186 Tower of Power - Just Enough and Too Much 187 Fred Hughes - san francisco is a lonely town 188 Mamaleek - Eating Unblessed Meat 189 Moby Grape - Naked If I Want To 190 Exodus - Metal Command 191 Pig Destroyer - Alcatraz Metaphors 192 the Donnas - You Make Me Hot 193 Hot Tuna - True Religion 194 Heathen - Opiate of the Masses 195 Fanny - Come and Hold Me 196 Sadus - Hands Of Fate 197 Negative Trend - Meathouse 198 Forbidden - Forbidden Evil 199 Spazz - Crush Kill Destroy 200 Testament - The Preacher 201 HEXX - Morbid Reality 202 Vio-Lence - Phobophobia 203 Dead Kennedys - One Way Ticket To Pluto 204 Tom Waits - Get Behind The Mule 205 CRETIN - It 206 RAMONES - Judy Is A Punk 207 Full House - Intro 208 Willie Alexander and the Boom Boom Band - Kerouac 209 Primus - Dirty Drowning Man 210 Wooden Shjips - Motorbike 211 The Tony Williams Lifetime Ego - Clap City 212 Middle of the Road - Sacramento (A Wonderful Town) 213 Green Day - At the Library 214 Slayer - Gemini 215 Tetema - Cutlass Eye 216 Defiance - Death Machine 217 Brisco County Jr theme 218 Doug McKechnie - Crazy Ray 219 Ulthar - Furnace Hibernation 220 Mr. Bungle - ANARCHY UP YOUR ANUS 221 Dirty Ghosts - Let It Pretend 222 They Might Be Giants - San Francisco (In Situ) 223 Metallica - The Shortest Straw 224 OM - Unitive Knowledge of the Godhead 225 Laaz Rockit - City's Gonna Burn 226 Autopsy - Skullptures 227 Mordred - Spectacle of Fear 228 Sly & the Family Stone - Luv N' Haight 229 Possessed - Seven Churches 230 Machine Head - The Rage to Overcome 231 Thelonius Monk - San Francisco Holiday 232 The Units - The Mission Is Bitchin 233 Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - Mistadobalina 234 Arnocorps - Dead lift 235 The Grateful Dead - The Golden Road 236 DRI - All for nothing 237 Jim Martin - Disco dust 238 Thee Oh Sees - I come from the mountain 239 Death Angel - Discontinued 240 Starship - We Built This City 241 Captured! by Robots - Endless Circle of Bullshit 242 Pins Of Light - My revenge 243 Sun Ra - We Travel the Spaceways 244 Faith No More - caffeine 245 David Lee Roth - Just like paradise 246 San Francisco Fog Horns by Golden Gate Bridge 247 Abscess - Tormented 248 Mortuous - Bitterness 249 Dead Kennedy's - California uber alles 250 Twitch Angry - San Francisco 666 Neurosis - Water Is Not Enough

So, hop on a cable car, grab ice cream at Swenson’s or bark back at the seals down by Pier 39. Catch a Bear’s game at Berkeley and do some squirmy sax moves in the Haight after you down some beers at the Toronado and play my San Fran playlist! Here are the songs in the link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HLG9q5rZLsqs8EYh6bhu-

#san francisco #san francisco playlist #Bay Area Thrash #haightashbury #high on fire #jello biafra #sun ra #metallica #mike patton #exodus #captured! by robots #om #jack kerouac #oakland #neurosis

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Fic: ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Future Character Death, Timey-Wimey, Truth, Honesty, Guilt

Summary: Being in the Cloud Recesses facing his fifteen-year-old self, surrounded by other fifteen year olds, many of them long dead in his time, is… sadly not the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to him.

Notes: Partially inspired by For_Bantan_Things’ “Wangxian and Co. Do Time-Travel.” Also I wrote this instead of grading and on no sleep, and it’s not beta’d. So hopefully it reads decently. This is a one-shot. Also, the title is from a quote by the Dalai Lama.

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Being in the Cloud Recesses facing his fifteen-year-old self, surrounded by other fifteen year olds, many of them long dead in his time, is… sadly not the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to him. Though it’s definitely strange to be looking at a young himself, who seems absolutely amazed and would likely be asking all the questions in the world if Lan Zhan wasn’t arguing with Lan QiRen currently. Young Lan WangJi looks vaguely constipated, but he knows that’s largely confusion.

Fortunately, Lan Zhan has explained enough to prevent QiRen from having a qi deviation, largely that they did not intentionally time travel, that this was an accident. But the old man is currently arguing over the immorality of changing the timeline, of them telling any of them anything, that they should be locked into seclusion until they can be sent back to where—or rather, when—they belong. XiChen is looking on with a vaguely bemused look.

“If I may?” Wei WuXian breaks in when QiRen pauses to take a breath.

Lan Zhan gives him a long-suffering look of resignation, and Wei WuXian takes that as acceptance. He knows his husband—it’s absolutely acceptance. He knows well enough that QiRen is unreasonable and needs a good shock to knock sense into him.

“Most of the people in this room are dead in the time we come from,” he announces.

The murmurs that had been passing between students die immediately, and QiRen takes his seat abruptly, looking like he’s been sucker-punched. Even young Lan WangJi looks distressed.

Wei WuXian starts pointing at people. “Jin ZiXuan. Dead.”

The peacock looks absolutely shocked, as though the idea that he could die has never occurred to him, it’s so beneath him.

There’s more to say. That his dad is awful in ways barely comprehensible and will try to become the next Wen RuoHan. That he has many half-siblings, some the product of rape. That one of those half-siblings plotted his death. But all of that can wait for now.

“Jiang YanLi.”

He has to pause to swallow hard here. He doesn’t dare look at her or young Jiang Cheng. Lan Zhan puts a hand on his arm, and it steadies him, but his voice still cracks at the next word.

“Dead. Your son orphaned. My fault. You sacrificed yourself to save me. I didn’t deserve it.”

“A-Xian!”

So much is wrapped up in her voice, so many emotions, but he knows she’s speaking in protest. He can’t bear to look at her, can’t handle her conviction that he would deserve her sacrifice, so he moves on.

“Jin ZiXun. Dead, but to be fair you grow up to like killing innocent women and children, so maybe deal with that.”

“Wei Ying.”

There’s a warning note in Lan Zhan’s voice, and he glances toward Jin ZiXun to see that the boy has started crying, and relents. He’s not yet a monster, maybe.

“To be fair, there was a war that happened, but you let your anger and arrogance take over after and killed refugees. Let’s try to be better, okay?”

The kid nods, and Wei WuXian moves on.

“Nie HuaiSang, your brother’s dead. Artificially provoked qi deviation.”

He glances at the boy and isn’t surprised to see that though he’s wide-eyed, there’s some calculation going on in those eyes. Good.

“Su She. Dead. But like with Jin ZiXun, you’re kind of awful when you die. Sorry.”

Su She is scowling at him, and Wei WuXian fixes him with a hard look.

“You feel disrespected and looked down upon. I get that. But you’ll die unmourned if you keep on your path of resentment.”

The kid looks down, and he can see him biting his cheek, clearly at least thinking. That’ll do for now.

“Jiang Cheng.” He lets his voice gentle. “In the coming war, Lotus Pier burns. The only three who make it out are you, Wei Ying, and YanLi. Your parents, dead. All the disciples, dead. Your core gets melted by Wen ZhuLiu.”

He’s not surprised by the gutted look on Jiang Cheng’s face.

“War?” XiChen asks. He looks vaguely sick.

“I’m getting to that. But Cloud Recesses burns at the start of it. Many of the disciples, massacred. Your father dies. Master QiRen, you’re injured and I don’t know if you ever truly recovered.”

He glances at Lan Zhan for confirmation, and he nods. He doesn’t dare look at the Lans.

“Wen Qing. Dead. Your brother also died, but I brought him back as a conscious fierce corpse and so he’s still undead-living. You died later. Oh, and basically all the Wens are dead. Wen RuoHan starts a war, and it ends in the annihilation of QishanWen and basically a genocide of anyone with the name Wen. That’s where his lust for yin iron leads.”

Wei WuXian has noticed her looking at him in a calculated way, but this leaves her open-mouthed and clearly horrified. She values her brother above everything, and he knows learning Wen Ning died has shaken her.

“I did try to save your family, but only one child survived,” he tells her softly.

She needs to know, and he hates to have to tell her that her sacrifices to keep them safe will come to naught.

“Ah, and by the way. That theory you have about core transplants is absolutely possible.”

She looks away, as though she knows there’s only one way he could know that.

“Core transplants?” Jiang Cheng interrupts. “How would you know about that?”

Wei WuXian smiles at him. From the tone of his little brother’s voice, he suspects.

“Your core was melted. How do you think?”

“You! Wei WuXian!”

It’s almost hilarious to see Jiang Cheng trying to decide whether to be mad at young Wei Ying or him—the one who would do it or the one who did. YanLi’s hand on his arm stops him, seems to calm his natural impulse to punch one of them.

More uncomfortable, though, is dawning realization and horror he sees on several faces, including the young Lan WangJi, who looks at young Wei Ying in what is almost a possessive way.

Ah, how had he missed all the obvious clues for so many years?

Weirdly, QiRen is looking between himself and Wei Ying oddly… Is that respect?

To avoid dealing with that, because he absolutely cannot handle QiRen looking at him with anything but disdain, he looks at Wei Ying. His younger self has already clearly understood how much he’s going to lose, what he’s sacrificed, and goes rigid at his attention, fearing the worst is yet to come.

He’s right.

“Wei Ying. Thrown into the Burial Mounds without a core. To survive, resorted to demonic cultivation. War hero, but feared, and so things went pretty badly after. Dead for sixteen years. Brought back by a soul sacrifice summoning spell.”

There’s open horror on Lan WangJi’s face now, and Wei Ying looks shattered, slipping from his relatively proper sitting position to lean heavily against his desk. Jiang YanLi scrambles to him, and Jiang Cheng… He’s seen him cry before, but never in public until now.

Wei WuXian leans against Lan Zhan, abruptly exhausted. He manages a smile when his husband puts a comforting arm around him, but it’s mostly because young Lan WangJi’s ears go bright red, his lips parting with realization. He hopes it softens the horror of what he’s revealed of the future so far.

He wants so badly to tell them it will eventually be okay, that they’ll be happily married and having a lot of really amazing sex, but now is absolutely not the time, and he suspects QiRen would actually have a qi deviation if he said that. Maybe later, to Wei Ying and Lan WangJi alone, with Lan Zhan.

“I’ve only scratched the surface. More of you are probably dead, but my memory’s shit and I was dead for sixteen years, so…”

He finally turns back to QiRen.

“Still think it’s unacceptable to change the timeline, or can we get on with it?”

The look of absolute contempt he gets from QiRen is so normal he almost wants to laugh. He’s challenged the old man’s rigidity in a way that can’t be fought, and of course he’s pissed about it.

Wei WuXian lets himself relax, just a little. The time travel was accidental, but maybe, just maybe… they can make things right.

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