i think a big reason why fengqing appeals so much to me is that its about two people who know each other fully
who have known each other for so long and are the only true constant in each others lives
who know all of the other's little idiosyncrasies, habits, likes and dislikes
who knows just what sets them off, which buttons to push
its about the mortifying ordeal of being known
about having this one person know everything about you
all the good and all of the bad, your best qualities and everything you wish you never did
its about having all that knowledge and still choosing to stay
its about being a matched pair, truly equal and belonging to each other
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Nighttime
Crossed out Masterpost
Heavy footsteps slowly made their way up the stairs, the clanking sounds echoing through the silent hall as they drew nearer on the steel grated walkway.
The owner of those boots didn’t care it was nearing midnight, nor did he seem in a hurry. He took slow deliberate steps, knowing he had an audience who were all listening with bated breath. He knew most would still be awake, at least those with a guilty conscience, waiting, waiting for the inevitable, and praying for the footsteps to pass by their cell.
Lucas too lay wide awake, facing the cell door, seeing the drawn out shadow draw nearer through the bars.
He racked his brain, trying to remember if anyone else had drawn Nero’s attention today, had done anything to deserve a nighttime visit. When he couldn’t think of any – the day like all others had passed in a hazy blur – he tried to remember if there was anyone locked away in solitary.
Two out of three options he came up blank and the third option became very real all of a sudden.
Would it be him? Would this be his first visit, finally finding out – unwillingly – what happened behind those closed doors, what caused the begging and the screaming, what was the prime cause for the impeccable record of this prison’s stats for good behaviour?
Something heavy started forming in his stomach, something that spread to all his limbs. He shifted on his bed, the flimsy mattress barely protecting his bruises from the harsh, cold metal underneath, and kept a close watch on the shadow that now drew nearer.
Had he done anything today? Besides being his usual nuisance? He hadn’t talked back (hadn’t had the chance, really), mouthed off, or tried to instigate a fight. All in all, a quiet day. So by that logic, he should be safe. Should. But he knew Nero didn’t need a reason. And that he could hold onto a grudge, coming back with punishment for something that happened days ago. He relished in the false comfort and striking when the victim thought he was safe.
Yet everyone awake was now thinking back on their sins, severely questioning their safety, and praying they would be spared that night.
The shadow was now right outside his cell and he was sure he just made eye contact with the beast. Either time slowed or the man had stopped. But then he blinked and the shadow had passed his door. Clanking footsteps following in its wake.
His shoulders relaxed. And Lucas found himself exhaling his dread.
A couple cells ahead the footsteps stopped. Sounds echoed through the hall, a lock springing open, the creak of the door; the soft prelude. Then soft begging and sobs, whispered pleads. A harsh command. Then quicker footsteps, stumbling along with Nero’s marching, another choked off sob, whispered “please, please, no, I’m sorry, please, I’m so sorry!” as they got closer.
"Quiet."
The begging stopped instantly.
The command wasn’t made out of concern to others, nor to not disturb their night’s peace or to remain undetected. Begging just was useless here.
Lucas saw the two dark figures go past, noticing how Nero used his favourite method of transportation: a vice grip on his victim’s neck and simply pushing them along.
A door slammed shut. Then there was silence.
Lucas pressed his pillow over his head, tried to calm his beating heart, to convince himself the storm had passed and he could go to sleep. Unfortunately, he knew the silence was a short lived one.
That it would soon be filled again. By muffled distant screams.
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an update on on the side story and my translation
so, back at the end of season 2, singshong included this in their author's note:
We would have liked to immediately begin serialization of part 3, but we have planned to take some time to recover our health and revise the manuscript.
The expected hiatus period will be from 10/14~11/14.
We will supplement some of the insufficient parts of the manuscript in parts 1-3 during the hiatus, and will prepare to return with a much more entertaining and hopeful part 3.
that revision has arrived. and it's.... not as bad as i first thought (yet)! my sleep deprived self, upon seeing the announcement—
파일 교체 공지 외전 1화~23화 파일이 교체되었습니다. (문장 및 내용 수정, 7/23)
thought this meant episodes 1-23(!!!). but it's actually chapters 1-23 (the prologue + episodes 1-4), which way more manageable to update. i will finish up the current chapter i'm working on and then take a short detour to update everything (and finally translate the prologue!)
the original versions of my translations for those episodes will be archived in a new folder in the translation drive, in case you want to compare what exactly changed in the revision. i won't be providing a list of changes but i will probably post any new parts that seem interesting on this blog.
just because only the first 23 chapters were updated doesn't mean singshong won't do more— i'm expecting more to come later in fact, from how their author's note was worded. i will update my translation to follow the revisions as soon as i can!
and in case you're reading this with no idea what i'm talking about, orv has a side story now!
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PROLOGUE
jack hughes x fem!reader
overview: in which it all begins.
my sunshine masterlist
you stared at him from across the room. how could someone be so talented and pretty, but also the world's biggest asshole. it didn’t make sense to you.
“penny for your thoughts?” luke’s voice brought you out of your own head and back into reality. you looked up at him with doe eyes and a pout. it wouldn’t be the first time he had caught you staring at his brother, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“why doesn’t he like me?” confusion and curiosity was evident in your tone. you didn’t need to explain who you were referring to, luke just knew. that was one of the many great things about your friendship with luke- his ability to read your mind.
“don’t take it personally, y/n/n.” he brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “jack isn’t the most welcoming person.” a lie. a complete and utter lie. if you asked anyone else if jack had a welcoming personality they could probably talk for hours about his bubbly and humorous charm.
luke knew that, but he didn’t know how else to respond. he really had no idea on why jack hated disliked you. you were the human embodiment of sunshine. you were nice, funny, almost always positive, and insanely charming. you had this captivating energy that everyone fell for- except one person.
you sighed, bringing your gaze back on jack who was laughing animatedly at a joke nico had told him. “you’re a bad liar, lu.” he chuckled, slinging his arm around your shoulder comfortingly.
“everyone else here loves you. why does it matter if one person doesn’t?” and that was the question everyone was dying to know the answer to. to someone else, it didn’t matter if thirty people hated them, let alone one. however, to you, it was as if the world was ending.
“because everyone, including jack, has to like me.” you whined, a big smile gracing your lips. luke laughed, causing jack to turn his attention towards you and his younger brother. the second he noticed your burning gaze on him, his face dropped. his eyes examined the way luke’s arm was slung over your shoulders and how you were pressed against his little brother’s side. he sent a glare over, turning back and continuing his conversation with nico.
“you know what? he’s not going to have a choice.” you simply stated.
“huh?” luke’s brows furrowed together. his eyes flickered between you and jack.
“i’m going to make him like me and we are going to be friends.” you grinned, crossing your arms over your chest sassily. the plan was going to be easier said than done.
“just try not to fall in love,” the tall boy shrugged. you rolled your eyes.
“as if i would fall in love with someone like him.”
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