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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 1 month

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"Ah, ah, ah I wouldn't do that if I were you"

But I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Nobody wants you.

Ted and Ari’s words rattled through Jamie’s head like thunderclaps as he walked from the Crown and Anchor.

He should have known it was too much to think that one pass would’ve been enough to show Ted he had changed. Apparently, Ted meant all that winning isn’t everything shit he tossed around last season or he would have known Jamie would help them end their series of draws. Or maybe it was just more mind games. Or maybe Jamie just wasn’t good enough.

Good enough on the pitch.

Good enough as a teammate.

Good enough as a person.

Maybe he didn’t deserve a team.

Maybe he was useless.

Maybe his father was right.

Jamie hastily wiped a tear away he felt fall from his eye and willed his eyes to stop stinging. Too soft to take rejection of his own creation.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing running off like that? For an ickle tv show? You think they’re going to sit around and wait for you? You think they’ll keep your seat on the bench warm? Christ, Jamie, you only played because they already had the title sewn up. You know you had to work harder to make it, but instead, you fucked off to Ibiza or wherever the fuck you were. What a waste of what little talent you have.”

That was the first voicemail. He shouldn’t have listened to it. And it defintiely shouldn’t have listened to the second.

“You think you can last one week working like I do? Cause now that Manchester City kicked you to the curb, you’re gonna need a real fucking job. All you can do is kick a fucking football around, Jamie. Too dumb, too weak to do anything else. Pathetic, that.”

He didn’t listen to the other fifteen messages his father had left for him. There probably would’ve been more but the mailbox filled before his father got a chance. Jamie regretted not blocking his father’s number when he left for Lust Conquers All, but part of him wanted to hear how angry Jamie made him.

He should probably block it now that he was back in England and his father wasn’t a safe distance away in another country. Now that he was kicked off Lust Conquers All too. Jamie couldn’t even fuck right apparently. His strategy gone up in flames after jacuzzi sex with Denise.

Now, no other team wanted him. Not even relegated Richmond wanted him. They would rather stay in the Championship than let Jamie Tartt back into the changing room.

Jamie couldn’t blame Ted. He only makes things worse. His Mum’s life, Keeley’s, hell there was no one at Richmond that was better for having spent time with him. His Mum would be better off without having to worry for him, without him holding her like an anchor, forever connected to James Tartt. Keeley was successful and happy without him.

“Watch where you’re going.”

Jamie hadn’t noticed the pair of men he bumped into until he bounced off the solid form of one of them.

“Yeah, sorry, mate,” he mumbled, without looking up.

“Aren’t you Jamie Tartt?”

That got his attention and his head snapped up to scan their faces.

“Nah, just look like him,” Jamie deferred and tried to step around him.

“Nah, I’d know that fucking face anywhere.”

Jamie tried again to step around to no avail, one forcibly moved his body in Jamie’s path.

“Ah, ah, ah I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jamie was so fucking sick of these two, of this night, of this week, of this fucking year, of his fucking life.

He was done with it all.

“What the fuck you gonna do about it, pretty boy?” the other said, shoving Jamie roughly with two hands.

Jamie should’ve taken the time to realise both of these men were bigger than him in height and pure body weight. He’d lost muscle mass and strength already during his time on Lust Conquers All; he was skinner than he had been in years. He should’ve taken the time to realise he could turn heel and run, and neither of these fucks could have caught up with him.

But Jamie didn’t take the time to think about any of that.

Jamie punched one of the men instead.

He was quick, dum dum one stumbled back caught unawares by the attack, holding his bleeding nose between his fists. Jamie was fast, but the other man was faster. Dum dum two’s fist connected with the side of Jamie’s jaw before he had time to react. His head whiplashed to the side, and the man followed it up with a punch to Jamie’s ribs. Jamie reared back an elbow, connecting with a crunch to dum dum number two’s nose. Jamie grinned, even as pain shot through his jaw.

Dum dum one though was just reorienting himself and swung out at Jamie, who ducked it easily. Jamie came back up swinging, connecting with number one’s mouth, Jamie’s ring stinging as it bit into his skin, but Jamie knew from experience it would inflict more damage on the person on the other end. Dum dum two though had recovered enough to lower his body weight and tackle Jamie, american football style.

The move startled Jamie, and he hit the pavement with an oomph as the air was violently pulled from his lungs. He was still coughing when a fist connected with his face, forcing his head to bounce forcibly off the pavement. A rough kick to his ribs had Jamie trying to curl in on himself, but the weight of number two was enough to keep him firmly on his back.

“Take his wallet,” Jamie heard vaguely through his ringing ears.

His hands instinctually went to his pocket, and he fought for hold with dum dum two. Eventually, he was overpowered, his wrists held in vice-like grips of number two as the other pulled the wallet roughly from his jeans.

“Fuck off,” Jamie said, spitting at the one holding him down.

A kick to his ribs met his futile act of resistance. Two, still straddling him, wiped hastily at his face.

“You’re gonna pay for that, prick.”

Jamie spit at him again, bucking his hips, trying to throw the man off him before dum dum one plated a boot painfully on his shoulder. “Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

And as the rest of the hits rained down on him, like a downpour on a hot summer day, Jamie had just enough time to think at least he wouldn’t have to explain this to a coach before he lost consciousness.

(Outnumbered in a fight)

#feeling some type of way and it's jamie's problem tonight #sorry jamie #i owe him much financial compensation #and like 35 pure fluff fics #but alas my fingers write checks i can never cash and this is what he gets instead #jamie tartt #whump #angst #hurt no comfort #ted lasso #bad things happen bingo #cw suicide ideation #to be safe #just in case

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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“you’re here…” eddie said, his voice still quite weak and full of rasp from just waking up. he blinked a few times and looked at the three people standing around him, “wh- why are you here?”

“because we’re friends, dingus.” robin snorted, punching him (super dooper lightly) on the arm.

“and we went through hell together.” nancy said with a nod of her head, her grip loosening and tightening on the end of his hospital bed where she was standing.

“and you kept dustin safe, even though i specifically told you not to play hero.” steve said with a scowl, sitting on the edge of eddie’s bed, down by his knees with his arms crossed.

eddie blushed a little.

“and not to mention steve was literally the one who carried you outta that hell!” robin added, and the was immediately scolded by steve, “what?”

“you didn’t have to tell him that!” steve bickered.

“well, he deserves to know!”

“you didn’t have to remind him so soon!”

“you carried me out of there?” eddie asked.

steve turned a pretty shade of red, and before he could answer, robin was talking again, “yeah! he was all like… big man carrying you on his shoulders, covered in blood and looking all stoic.”

“robin!” steve swatted her shoulder.

“it’s true…” robin mused.

“it is. i was there.” nancy shrugged.

eddie looked at steve, trying to picture it. very much trying to picture it. steve carried him out of there? steve literally lifted his dead weight onto his shoulders and carried him out of hell?

well if that wasn’t the most romantic thing eddie’s ever encountered, then romance had to be dead.

“well, i couldn’t just leave you.” steve shrugged, hiding away a bit.

“he didn’t even stop to smell the flowers.” robin kept going, “just… one minute we heard dustin’s screaming and then we saw you dead on the floor, and then…”

“steve was in action.” nancy continued for her, “dropped to his knees, grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder and then started shouting at everyone to kick them into action.”

“and the whole time he was talking to you, trying to keep you alive!” robin said, “like, sure, you may have had your hero moment, eddie- but as dustin said, steve saved the day.”

eddie looked at steve with wide eyes, full of awe. steve didn’t hesitate to save his ass? gosh darn, this man was full of surprises!

okay, yeah, sure, saving someones life who is on the brink of death isn’t that romantic… but think about the circumstances; end of the world happening, eddie litteraly not breathing and bleeding uncontrollably, dustin having a meltdown, their own damn lives to protect, and eddie and steve barely even knew eachother and… and he just saved him. without a second thought.

plus, not many people wanted to save eddie these days.

so eddie was taking this as romance because why the fuck wouldn’t he? he’d take what he could fucking get with this glorious man.

“yeah, well…” steve huffed, folding his arms tighter over his chest with a shrug, “i had other things to worry about. i couldn’t just sit around and cry.”

oh right. max.

“red…” eddie swallowed, “is she okay?”

the room fell silent for a minute.

nancy was the first to speak, over a swallow, “she’s alive.”

eddie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“he got her though.” she said again, the only one brave enough to speak about it right now, “all her bones are broken… she’s not waking up anytime soon.”

“oh.” is all eddie could say.

“lucas is with her every day.” steve said, as if he was more so trying to convince himself it was okay, rather than eddie, “she’s going to wake up, and everything will be okay.”

eddie nodded.

he wasn’t ready to ask about the fate of the world yet.

“don’t you folks have better things to do today?” eddie asked, forcing a little laugh, “i don’t even know what day it is.”

robin laughed a little with him, “it’s tuesday. and… well, steve an i lost our jobs to a second supernatural occurrence, so��”

“and schools canceled.” nancy offered, “semester won’t start back up for another month, and they’re going to cram all the final exams into the start of summer.”

eddie didn’t want to ask why school wasn’t in session.

“you still have a chance to graduate.” steve said with a smile, and eddie blinked at him, “dustin told us.”

“oh.” eddie swallowed, graduating was the last thing he was thinking about right now, “okay.”

“that’s not important now, anyway.” robin pet his shoulder sweetly, “what is important is that you’re alive and on the mend.”

eddie smiled.

“dustin’s gonna freak.” steve said, “it’s just… eddie this, eddie that- more than usual, man! it’s insufferable. i feel like i know more about you than i know about myself now. he more than worships you.”

eddie turned a little pink at that. one; dustin admired him? so much? like, enough to never fucking shut up about him? and two; steve knows all about eddie? does… does he care? does he like to listen? could they be friends? could they be more?

“where is he? is he okay?”

steve nodded, “yeah, he’s doing the best he can… he’s with max right now, he’s going to be here in about… twenty minuets.”

eddie smiled and settled down into his bed, excited for dustin’s visit, “cool.”

“metal?” steve asked with a scrunched up face.

eddie looked at him and laughed, shook his head, “that’s for totally awesome things, steve. like you biting that bats head off, and me shredding the most epic guitar solo in all the lands.” he grinned, “but i admire you’re effort, so i’m giving you an A plus.”

steve laughed, “thank you. that’s the highest grade i’ve gotten since i was fourteen.”

eddie laughed some more, “i’m glad i could be the one to bestow it upon you, oh white knight.”

“oh, white knight!” steve grinned, “that’s a pretty high honour.”

eddie raised his eyebrows slightly, “yes… it is.”

steve smiled and it was kind of smuggish, “well i thank you for knighting me as such. i’ll wear the badge with pride and serve you well.”

eddie looked at him for a moment and then fucking burst out laughing. he laughed so hard he had tears and strained his stitches. oh, steve. steve was indulging his weird, nerdy humour. no doubt dustin’s doing, but still… oh, eddie thought he might love him.

steve laughed too, and somehow they ended up laughing with their fingers intertwined.

“from king to knight…” eddie said and flicked away a tear, “some would say that’s a downgrade.”

“well, if i’m here to protect you then i call it an upgrade.” steve countered.

eddie’s lips parted at that, his eyes blown a little wide. he felt steve squeeze his hand.

“well…” eddie hummed, fighting off the flutter in his heart, “i’ll have you know, i have no regard for my own personal saftey… ever- you’ve seen me jump off of cafeteria tables at lunch, so protecting me is a pretty heart feat.”

“all the more reason to do it, ed’s.” steve said with a sweet smile and- fuck it, eddie was embracing the heart flutters.

only then did he noticed that they were sitting in this room alone- the door clicking shut from where the girls had snuck away.

“you shouldn’t promise that.” eddie said quietly, “you might regret it.”

“i won’t.” steve shrugged and squeezed eddie’s hand again, “i’ve already made the promise to dustin, and to wayne, and to gareth, most importantly to myself… and now im making it to you.”

“steve…” eddie whispered.

“don’t.” steve said, shuffling a little closer, “i know… i know, eddie.”

eddie swallowed, “you do?”

steve nodded, “let me promise it to you?”

eddie looked at him for a moment, searching his eyes. eyes that he’d been longing to search through for years, and now he finally could.

now they were finally something.

“okay.” eddie said simply, his voice barely a whisper, “okay, but you have to let me promise it too.”

steve shook his head with a smile, “only after you’re up and walking again.”

“physically… deal.” eddie nodded, pressed his free hand onto steve’s heart, “in here? right now.”

steve sighed and sunk a little bit, “okay.” he nodded, “i’ll let you promise that.”

“good.” eddie smiled, “because you didn’t really have a say in the matter.”

steve laughed and ducked his head to lean it on eddie’s shoulder, and eddie pressed his cheek to steve’s hair. they stayed like that for a moment. eddie worked up the courage to drag his fingers up steve’s back and curl them into the soft hair at the back of his neck. steve sighed into it, folding himself into eddie further.

steve lifted his head after a while, now much closer to eddie than he was before, and he smiled with a warm flush in his cheeks that eddie was sure matched his own. steve still held his hand, and it was warm and a little clammy, both of them riddled at nerves with this something.

but both of them happy with it too.

steve blinked and then lowered his eyes to eddie’s lips and… oh, eddie’s heart was beating so hard in his chest right now he thought it might break a rib. but, well, if there was any place for that to happen, it would be right here, so bring on the rapid heart rate!

steve leant in a little.

eddie did too.

they were awfully close, almost touching when dustin slammed open the door with a loud bang, “eddie!”

they quickly pulled away with a laugh and steve quickly jumped into action of grabbing dustin around the waist and tugging him back before he could body slam eddie and open all of his stitches.

once dustin’s original over the top excitement dropped a notch, steve let him go and he sunk into eddie’s arms.

the kid was warm and soft and felt just the same as eddie remembered. they both cried a little. eddie looked up at steve with wet eyes over dustin’s shoulder as they cuddled, half listening to dustin’s excited rambles about how he knew eddie would wake up soon, and they laughed quietly together.

they had something, and that was okay, but it could wait a little longer before it became everything. right now, dustin needed his eddie, and eddie needed his dustin, and steve wanted nothing more than to give them all they needed with a smile.

#jay writes #that’s a promise #steddie #eddie & dustin #steve x eddie #eddie pov #ficlet #it’s a little hurt / comfort #but it’s mostly just fluff #like pure fluff #eddie wakes up post vecna and steddie have a moment #dustin interrupts because OH MY GOD EDDIES AWAKE #and neither of them can find it in their hearts to be bothered by his interruption #dustin’s eddie and eddie’s dustin?!#please that one made my heart swoon #mini fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things 4 #fluff #sap #steve being a dork and eddie falling in love #robin obsessing over her super cool bestie and also knowing how steve and eddie made fuck me eyes at eachother the whole time in the UD #she’s rooting for them #nancy knows too #she can just tell and she doesn’t wanna be a part of it #she wants them to be happy but she just also doesn’t give a shot #lol

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twistedappletree · 11 months

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TYPE: One-shot

JURISDICTION: It’s fluffy, your honor.

PAIRING: Lan Sizhui/Jin Ling

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, Fairy

ELEMENTS: Humor, junior banter, Gusu setting, canon universe, crush/light romance, wholesome interaction, helpless Jin Ling in an embarrassing situation because we love to see it~

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In which Jin Ling is terrified of spiders, Lan Jingyi is a mischievous chaos gremlin and Lan Sizhui comes to the rescue on a night hunt gone hilariously wrong.

Requested by a friend. 🖤🕷️🕸️

The frigid night air whipped through Jin Ling’s hair as he leapt from branch to branch in pursuit of a straggling corpse. This was his first night hunt in Gusu without his uncle nearby to supervise. The feeling was both terrifying and liberating but he also knew his uncle’s expectations of him were much higher.

He had to hunt something big.

He launched himself into the air with the toe of his boot, readied an arrow in his bow and released it into the corpse’s head. It stumbled forward and collapsed to the ground with a pathetic groan.

Jin Ling landed beside its limp body and kicked it in the side for good measure.

A sudden whirlwind of white and sky blue descended from above along with the silver glint of a sword. The sword pierced through the corpse’s neck as its wielder landed gracefully beside Jin Ling.

Jin Ling clenched his fists and stomped one foot into the dirt. “Lan Jingyi, will you quit it already?!”

The young Lan disciple next to him wiped the blade of his sword and smirked, tossing his long black bangs to the side. “Why would I quit when it makes you so mad?”

“It was already dead!”

“It twitched.”

Jin Ling grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you even following me around? Can’t find your own prey or what?”

“You don’t know? I’ve been asked to keep an eye on Young Mistress Jin.”

Jin Ling’s eyes narrowed at the nickname. “And who’s keeping an eye on you and your annoying mouth?”

Lan Jingyi sheathed his sword and placed his hands on his hips with a triumphant grin. “No one! So you’re just gonna have to deal with it.”

A strange breeze wove between them, directing their gaze to a darker section of the forest heavy with mist.

Seeing this, Lan Jingyi really did shut his mouth as the air around them turned glacial and sinister. Jin Ling took a step forward and squinted into the rapidly forming fog. “Corpses?”

Lan Jingyi shook his head. “I don’t think so. They would’ve attacked us by now. This mist, though…” He stepped forward with Jin Ling and outstretched his hand toward the growing cloud. “It feels natural but intentional. Like it’s camouflaging something.”

Jin Ling’s brows narrowed and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Then what are we standing here for? Let’s go see!”

In a blur of yellow robes and blind enthusiasm, Jin Ling flew into the mist as fast as he’d spoken. Lan Jingyi tensed and called, “Hey, wait!” as he reluctantly chased after him.

Though it was hard to see through the mist, a flash of yellow pierced his murky sight. He instinctively reached out, grabbed and pulled what he thought was Jin Ling’s clothes but when he yanked his hand back, a pained cry escaped from the young Jin disciple. Lan Jingyi looked down to see that he’d grabbed his hair instead.

Before he could let go and apologize, Jin Ling twirled around and thwacked him upside the ribs with his sheathed sword. Lan Jingyi wailed pitifully and buckled over. He held his side and hissed in pain. “The hell was that for?!”

Jin Ling shoved his peeved face through the mist and glared down at him. “What do you mean what was it for?! You almost ripped my hair out, idiot!”

Lan Jingyi whined and rubbed his sore ribs. “You really do have the temper of a young mistress.”

“Shut up!”

“Point proven.”

Just when Jin Ling was about to hit him again, a curious skittering noise came from the towering trees above them. Lan Jingyi winced as he rose to his feet. “Shit… I knew it.”

Jin Ling gave him a look of confusion and annoyance, still bitter about having his hair yanked like a horse with no reigns. He worked on fixing his loosened ponytail and asked, “Knew what?”

“This place, this fog—I knew it seemed familiar. There’s tales about mist covered nests deep in Gusu’s woods that belong to giant man-eating spiders.”

Jin Ling froze at the mention of spiders. Though he kept this fact to himself, he hated spiders and the thought of a gargantuan blood-thirsty spider speeding towards him on its abnormally large, spindly legs made his skin crawl. “I’ve… I’ve never heard of such a thing. Ridiculous! Probably just a lame rumor meant to scare kids and keep them out of the woods.”

“Maybe,” Lan Jingyi shrugged, “But I’m pretty sure I’ve heard the old man talking about it with HanGuang-Jun back at the Cloud Recesses.”

Jin Ling swallowed at the thought of Lan Qiren and Hanguang-Jun seriously discussing something like this. “Whatever,” he dismissed. “I see no webs and no spiders, so I’m going to go check out that noise and catch something. Stay here and keep scaring yourself with pointless stories if you wanna be a baby.”

Jin Ling did his best to hide his anxiety and whipped around before jumping up into the trees. Lan Jingyi scowled and scrambled after him. “Young Mistress Jin!” he shouted, hoping to anger him enough that he’d come back. However, Jin Ling ignored him and pressed on.

Irritated, Lan Jingyi closely followed the sound of rustling leaves and groaning wood as Jin Ling pounced from branch to branch above him. Finally, he heard a sudden ‘oof!’ as the noises in the trees stopped.

“Jin Ling?” Lan Jingyi called, unable to see anything through the dense fog.

“Wha… what is this?!” Jin Ling said, his tone strained and full of confusion.

Lan Jingyi heard the small twinge of panic in the other’s voice and followed it to a modest clearing where the mist was significantly thinner. He waved away the remaining milky haze until he was greeted by a sight so comically bewildering that he blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

In front of him was a giant spiderweb woven between the trunks of two strong trees and caught in the center was a struggling Jin Ling with all four limbs splayed like a flying squirrel hovering a mere four feet off the ground.

Lan Jingyi stared blankly for a moment before erupting with laughter. The vision before him was so hilariously satisfying that he almost fell over. Jin Ling’s rage was bubbling up again but he opted to ignore Lan Jingyi’s cackles and focused on trying to tear his hands and legs free. He punched and kicked and rocked forward but the web was surprisingly strong, as though it was specifically woven to catch human prey.

“This is too good, it’s too good!” Lan Jingyi chanted, practically rolling on the ground with wild amusement.

“Will you shut up already?” Jin Ling snapped. “I can’t focus with all your screeching!”

Lan Jingyi tried to catch his breath in between laughs. “If you didn’t storm off like a moody mistress, you wouldn’t have to focus on this.”

Jin Ling tried to lunge forward but it was no use. The web had him locked in place from head to toe. He exhaled and stopped trying for a moment. “Then how about you make yourself useful for once and get me out of here?”

Lan Jingyi pretended to contemplate while an impish idea surfaced in his mind. I’ll just leave him here for a bit to scare him, then come back to help, he thought. He choked back his laughter and composed himself before staring up at Jin Ling with a feigned serious expression.

“No way,” Lan Jingyi barked, his tone sharp but still laced with amusement. “It’s your own fault for barging into this situation, so get out of there yourself!”

Jin Ling fumed and flailed as much as his trapped limbs would allow. “Seriously?! If my uncle finds out you left me here, he’ll… h-he’ll…!”

Laughter bubbled out of Lan Jingyi. “He’ll what? Scold you for getting caught instead of doing the catching? He’d probably leave you here too!”

Jin Ling’s face burned with anger and embarrassment. “Then get me down so we can finish the hunt and actually catch something!”

Lan Jingyi crossed his arms and puffed out his chest like a cocky pigeon. “Nope. Think of this as a cultivation trial. If you can free yourself from that web before the spider comes back, you’ll be ready to face the deepest, darkest depths of Gusu’s wilderness.”

This was the second time he’d mentioned the spider. Jin Ling’s face paled at the thought of whatever mammoth eight-legged beast owned the web he was trapped in. He could barely handle normal sized spiders, though he’d never dream of revealing his fear to Lan Jingyi.

While Jin Ling manically tore through hypothetical scenarios and outcomes if the spider showed up, Lan Jingyi turned around and started walking away. “H-Hey!” Jin Ling shouted. “Where are you going?!”

“Hunting!” Lan Jingyi called back before disappearing into the trees.

Jin Ling huffed with frustration and wiggled around. “What a loser.”

He quickly realized that struggling only made the web’s grip on him stronger since the more he flailed, the more heavy strands of sticky silk wound themselves around his wrists and ankles. Burning the web away was out of the question since he couldn’t reach his talismans and calling his uncle for help was far too embarrassing.

He wouldn’t be surprised if his uncle really did just leave him there like Lan Jingyi predicted. Regardless, he couldn’t reach his flares either.

Jin Ling furrowed his brow and pouted angrily as he brainstormed. “I can’t believe I’m asking myself this,” he mumbled, “but what would Wei Wuxian do?”

Suddenly, he had a flashback to the last time Wei Wuxian ‘handled’ a difficult situation: by running around like a chicken with no head and shrieking for HanGuang-Jun to come save him.

“Useless!” he spat.

He didn’t know how Wei Wuxian could be so shameless, so ridiculous. The last thing he needed right now was another Lan showing up and gloating at his predicament.

Just then, a rustling noise came from the bushes to his right. He froze, remembering the spider but whatever was in the bushes was far too small to create such a large web. Jin Ling watched carefully as the fluffy head of a well-groomed dog popped out of the leaves accompanied by the gentle chime of a round bell around its collar.

“Fairy!” Jin Ling exclaimed. “Where have you been?! Quick, go get help from—“

Jin Ling grew quiet as more rustling came from the bushes and a tall, handsome boy dressed in the white robes of the Lan sect stepped out. He brushed a generous amount of twigs and leaves out of his raven bangs that had accumulated from following Fairy through the forest.

Jin Ling’s face blanched. “…Lan Sizhui…?!”

Lan Sizhui looked up at him with a pair of wide, doe-like eyes that sparkled quite brilliantly in the moonlight. His mouth fell open at the sight of Jin Ling in the web, not entirely sure how to respond to the situation.

“Young Master Jin! There you are,” said Lan Sizhui, a wave of relief in his pleasant voice. “Are you alright?”

Jin Ling glowered at him and turned up his nose. “Tch. How about you ask your annoying Lan twin? He’s the one who left me here!”

Lan Sizhui blinked. “Lan Jingyi…?” He sighed and walked closer to Jin Ling, Fairy trotting triumphantly at his side as though she’d brought her master his knight in shining armor.

Lan Sizhui studied both the web and Jin Ling for a moment and suppressed a chuckle. He looked up at him with a sympathetic smile. “You’re stuck?”

Jin Ling turned beet red and snapped, “I’m not!!!” I-I’m just thinking…!”

Lan Sizhui smiled again, amused by his unwavering pride and reached for a small hunting knife that was strapped to his upper thigh. While Jin Ling was trying his best not to look at him, Lan Sizhui began carefully cutting away the web around his wrists.

Jin Ling’s face was burning with humiliation. Out of all the people Fairy could’ve brought, it just had to be Lan Sizhui—the last person he’d ever want to see him like this. Not to mention, Lan Sizhui was almost a carbon copy of HanGuang-Jun, albeit much more talkative and expressive. Jin Ling mentally prepared himself for receiving a long-winded, boring lecture once he was saved.

After a few minutes of meticulously sawing through the web, Jin Ling’s right hand was freed. He thought about grabbing one of his talismans and burning the rest of the web but his thoughts were instantly scrambled by the tender way Lan Sizhui held his hand to help him balance.

Shocked speechless, he ripped his hand away and immediately fell forward at an awkward angle, crashing directly into Lan Sizhui’s shoulder. He went from holding his hand to hooking his one free arm around Lan Sizhui’s neck and he couldn’t decide which of the two positions were more embarrassing.

His paranoia told him that Lan Jingyi was hiding somewhere in the bushes watching, snickering and memorizing every detail for blackmail purposes. Jin Ling sneered at the thought.

He stared down at Fairy who was sitting obediently in front of the web, wagging her tail and watching with keen interest as Lan Sizhui worked on freeing Jin Ling’s other wrist. However, he wasn’t prepared for the offset of balance that came with both of his hands being freed. For a moment, he felt as if he was actually going to fall and all of his anger melted into a potent jolt of fear.

Jin Ling yelped as he quickly clasped his other hand around Lan Sizhui’s neck and trembled with nerves. “Wah—! Don’t drop me!”

Lan Sizhui blushed from seeing Jin Ling so worried. The way he was hugging his neck made his cheeks flush a few shades darker. He gently but cautiously patted Jin Ling on the back in an attempt to reassure him. “I won’t drop you. I’m not Lan Jingyi, you know.”

Jin Ling grumbled at the mention and plopped his chin onto Lan Sizhui’s shoulder, glaring into the distance like a perturbed cat.

“I’m doing your ankles next,” Lan Sizhui warned. “You can use my back for support, okay?”

Just as Jin Ling was about to protest, Lan Sizhui crouched down. Jin Ling’s torso propelled forward and he hastily propped himself up with his forearms, using Lan Sizhui’s back as a platform. If the positions before were embarrassing, this was simply mortifying. His eyes darted around his eerily quiet surroundings as he tried to think about anything other than Lan Sizhui’s selfless chivalry, the way his lean muscles moved beneath Jin Ling’s body as he cut the web, and the warm scent of orange blossom and cedar wood clinging to Lan Sizhui’s clothes.

But the only unrelated thought that came to mind was the spider. Suddenly, Jin Ling wished he’d kept thinking about Lan Sizhui and stealthily inhaled the clean scent of the Lan boy’s robes for comfort.

“Um… Sizhui?”

Hearing Jin Ling say his name without ‘Lan’ was a rare occurrence and usually meant he had something serious to say. Lan Sizhui glanced to his side in acknowledgment. “Yes, Young Master Jin?”

Jin Ling swallowed. “Are there really giant spiders in Gusu’s forests? And do they really eat people?”

Lan Sizhui smiled. “Lan Jingyi’s been telling his horror stories, I assume?”

Jin Ling deflated onto Lan Sizhui’s back with an exasperated huff. “So he lied to me.”

“Not entirely,” Lan Sizhui revealed. “There’s giant spiders in the forest but they rarely eat people since nobody ever ventures that far in. I’m actually surprised you managed to find a web so close to the Cloud Recesses.”

Jin Ling furrowed his brow. “I really have rotten luck, then.”

Lan Sizhui laughed and shook his head, his hands still working dexterously at the webs around Jin Ling’s ankles. “For this situation, I’d say you lucked out. Take this web, for example—it’s still sticky enough to catch things but it’s fairly old and probably abandoned. Even if I’d showed up later than I did, the worst that could’ve happened is you being stuck here for a bit longer.”

Jin Ling slapped a fist down onto the small of Lan Sizhui’s back, causing the taller boy to rock forward from the shock. “That’s still a ‘what if’ scenario! I swear I’m gonna sic Fairy on Lan Jingyi the moment I see him next!” His voice fell quiet as he crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “I really could’ve died out here.”

A caring softness spread across Lan Sizhui’s face and his voice came in a barely audible whisper. “I’d never let that happen.”

“Huh?”

“Hm?” Lan Sizhui replied, pretending as if he didn’t say anything. “Ah, nothing.”

Finally, both of Jin Ling’s ankles were freed and he scrambled up Lan Sizhui’s back until his arms were hooked around his neck again. Lan Sizhui held him at the waist and carefully lowered him to the ground, letting him tap the toe of his boot on the dirt to make sure it was safe before planting his feet.

Jin Ling slumped his shoulders and sighed with relief, glad to be out of the web. Lan Sizhui expected him to go back to his fiery, combative self but to his surprise, Jin Ling frowned up at him with a bashful, apologetic expression.

“I… t-thank you for helping me.”

The words seemed incredibly difficult for him to say but they were earnest. He could tell by the way Jin Ling’s amber eyes burned with gratitude like a storm of autumn foliage. The sight was rather breathtaking, though he didn’t dare admit this out loud. Lan Sizhui blinked in disbelief before settling into a friendly smile. “Of course. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Jin Ling blushed again and quickly looked at the ground, the sincerity of Lan Sizhui’s words setting his nerves alight.

“Oh,” Lan Sizhui said, eyes trained on Jin Ling’s wrists. “Let me see your hands.”

Jin Ling snapped his head back up. “H-Huh? Why?” Even as he asked the question, he subconsciously lifted his hands as if Lan Sizhui’s melodic voice possessed him to do so.

“The webs,” Lan Sizhui said. When he smiled, his eyes smiled too and Jin Ling paused to study the way his irises shifted from indigo grey to deep azure to cold amethyst in the moonlight—so strikingly opposite to Jin Ling’s wildfire gaze. He couldn’t look away even if he tried.

With his hands hovering in the air, Lan Sizhui began untangling the remainder of the webs from Jin Ling’s wrists and discarded the thick silk strands onto the ground.

Fairy immediately took notice of this and trotted over to Jin Ling’s ankles. She bit and gnawed at the webs on his boots and ripped them away quite efficiently. Lan Sizhui grinned at her efforts. “Good girl! Your master is lucky to have you.”

Normally, Jin Ling would’ve retaliated by now but Lan Sizhui glanced back up at him only to find he was frozen in place with a look of bewilderment as if he’d realized something important and didn’t know how to process it.

Lan Sizhui’s fingers lingered on his wrists for a moment. He frowned and tilted his head. “Young Master Jin? Are you feeling alright?”

Jin Ling finally looked down at where Lan Sizhui’s slender fingers grazed his skin and blushed so furiously he thought his head might explode. He felt dizzy and warm and unable to function. When Lan Sizhui suddenly reached up to brush a strand of spider’s silk from his hair, his chest buzzed like a hive of bees.

“Sorry,” Lan Sizhui said sheepishly. “I just noticed it now.”

For whatever reason, a million thoughts were running through Jin Ling’s mind that he would’ve slapped himself for earlier. Maybe it was the air or the time of night or some strange delirium from being trapped in the web—he couldn’t be sure. He just knew that right now, in this moment, he really liked Lan Sizhui.

He liked his tranquil eyes and gentle smiles. He liked the way his soft raven bangs swept over his headband and tempted his fingers to brush them to the side. He liked that he had to look up at him because of their height difference. He liked how his quiet, soothing voice washed over him in clement waves.

But most of all, he liked the way he touched him. Cautious but daring, soft yet protective. Jin Ling realized that from the moment Lan Sizhui showed up, he felt safe regardless of how many fits he threw.

“Sizhui,” Jin Ling said, trying his best to regain himself. “Can we…”

There was a significant pause between them but Lan Sizhui waited, afraid he might scare Jin Ling into saying ‘never mind’ if he interrupted. He didn’t even know what he expected him to say but he felt anxious with anticipation.

“Can we stay together? For the rest of the hunt?” Jin Ling immediately tore his gaze away from Lan Sizhui, shocked at how such simple words could be so humiliating to say.

Lan Sizhui’s lips parted and his eyes glistened with surprise. He lightly squeezed Jin Ling’s wrists and beamed at the request. “Of course.”

Jin Ling looked back at him with a shining expression, drinking up every detail of Lan Sizhui’s smiling face. When Lan Sizhui released his wrists, he suddenly felt cold so he sidled up beside him as close as he could without causing suspicion.

Their shoulders brushed together as they left the now mangled web and walked back into the forest, Fairy trotting happily behind.

“I’m still gonna kill Lan Jingyi,” Jin Ling muttered.

“Let’s just work on killing corpses for now,” said Lan Sizhui, laughing nervously.

“I’ll turn him into a corpse first, then!”

Lan Sizhui sighed. Senior Wei, what have you been teaching my a-Ling?

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#mdzs #the untamed #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #zhuiling #mdzs fairy #mo dao su zhi #mdzs fanfic #fic request #mdzs fanfiction #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #I’m putting a TW for swearing but there’s only like 1 swear word so lmfao #I always keep it pretty PG when writing about the juniors #so this is pure fluff and comedy and cute sort of budding puppy love stuff #no extreme violence or sadness or anything like that #also can’t get over the phrase ‘what would wei wuxian do?’ ALSJALKF #like I aggressively headcanon that this is just something the juniors regularly ask themselves in difficult situations #because WWX taught and showed them so many new and unconventional ways of handling things #and so whenever they’re in a ✨situation✨ they’re just like #W-W-WWX-D?#lmfAOOOO #my fics #also if there’s any mistakes apologies in advance #I wrote this so fast and was so happy to be done with it that I just slapped it on here with like #barely any revision LOL #apple fics 🍎

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cptnghoulowl · 1 year

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AkiAngel: the ship that makes even the fluffiest of fluff have an undertone of sadness to it.

No amount of fix-it fics will ever truly fix this one bois.

#i legit read a fic that was pure fluff #and I was like AWWWW and then I was just hit with suffering #like listen #i got sad reading AkiAngel and had to run to sasamiya IMMEDIATELY because I needed that much fluff to get back into a normal mindset #they are just #SO #out of touch and out of time #csm #chainsaw man #akiangel #hayakawa aki #angel devil #fanfiction #pain pain pain pain pain pain pain painnnnnnnnn #self inflicted pain through a doomed ship what do you do #if AkiAngel is your comfort ship I am so sorry I hope you get through whatever you're going through

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aethersea · 11 months

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what's up with teen mom origin story?

that's actually the first stranger things fic I ever wrote! I jotted down a bulleted list of what I think happened to steve right after s2, to put him on the path to where he was at the start of s3. this was back in my "what no I'm definitely not going to write any stranger things fic" stage, but that didn't last, and now it's climbed a mountain and I turned around!

which is marked complete, because I reached a natural stopping point and couldn't figure out how to write the next bullet, but I do in fact still have a good handful of bullet points to get round to. and this weekend I spontaneously wrote 500 words for this, so we're back in business, baby!

He’d known that there would be no one to pull Billy off of him. He’d known that he had to win, that there was no other option, that if he didn’t win the pain would go on and on, maybe forever, maybe for good. He’d known, though it had been a brief fleeting thought and he hadn’t let himself dwell on it, that he might die. But it wasn’t the first time he’d taken a swing at a monster in that living room. So he hadn’t let himself hesitate, hadn’t let himself think, hadn’t let himself pull his punches.

#finx writes #finx has friends on the internet #this fic is easily the sappiest thing I've ever written #pure fluff #I love it it's so sweet #the bullet points are all kind of tragic bc really it's a little bittersweet #in a hurt/comfort way I guess #and the bulleted list ends really depressingly :P #but it won't be that hard to figure out a sweeter ending if I do get that far #next order of business though is to get through a really unpleasant conversation #and idk HOW it'll even be unpleasant #like what flavor of unpleasantness #so this'll take me a while #but hey no fic is ever dead until I say it is #there will be more Someday that's just how it goes

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raelle-writing · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Series: Part 6 of Love & Blood

Summary:

Sometimes, Vegas thought, you meet someone who is tough. Who you know can take it. Whose inner demons you’ve seen and come to know. Who has had far worse done than you could ever dish out. And sometimes, being in love with that tough person demands a tenderness you didn’t know you were capable of.

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OR: Vegas wants something tender.

#I wrote this specifically with the end of Visiting Home in mind #Thought it would be fun to explore Vegas' mental state after deciding to believe that Pete will stay with him #it's FLUFF #just pure fluf #The end makes me smile like a moron #vegaspete #vegas/pete #vegas x pete #vegas kornwit theerapanyakun #vegas theerapanyakul #vegas kinnporsche #pete phongsakorn #pete saengtham #pete phongsakorn saengtham #pete kinnporsche #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fan fic #vegaspete fic rec

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sooouth · 1 year

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guess who failed at drawing skeletons.

#it's been too long since i've drawn them so now I'm just forced to continue the spiral with my new hyperfixation #the hyperfixation is bnha also known as specifically hawks and aizawa #my taste in people is so weird #(also i refuse to admit to my thing with present mic. he just. exists. in my brain. rotating.)#south talks too much #meow.//#tag ranting time huehe #anyways i cannot handle watching these poor boys getting so gravely injured. LIKE STOP NO WAIT WHY-- they're just babey SOB #MOSTLY hawks. stop no get your wings back you bastard you can't just lose one of your defining features you hAD SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR #he didn't die but still #give him back his wings </3 #aizawa was p badass when he cut his own fucking leg off tho. like he did it no hesitation. BRO WHAT HOW. also the one scene #like where he's in the hospital and mic is just. AWW MIC NOOO BABYYY #why you so SAAAD #it's making me go crazy #punch punch punch stop removing their limbs and stuff #i'm going to start writing fics where no one gets hurt. it's all nice and happiness and fluff with the occasional 20k chapter of pure angst #sorry that was. rant.

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imperiuswrecked · 2 years

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Can’t wait to get canceled by new fans who come into Namor fandom. :D

#like I know I'm outspoken about my namor takes #but like if people dont like that they can just block me and make their own stuff #my ramblings #lmao #they will take one look at my villain fucker agenda and decide im a bitch who doesnt deserve to like namor and bully me #its so wild how people these days cant understand the fact that morally grey characters wont be all pure and fluff all the time #anyways I need to write more dark fics #lol #I need more angst

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ontargetmadders · 10 months

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so the first comment I've got for my new chapter after making Ash and Serena an item is will they break up lol?? And I was just like well surely the title of fic is a dead give away to answer that question is it not?? 😂

#for context the fic is called settling down #so that pretty much indicates they will stay together lol #although a break up would be good for angst and all that shit #but amourshipping isn't an angsty ship really #so i'm not going there #i did with my kamiro fics cause hiro and karmi are definitely angsty!#but ash and serena is just pure fluff #i mean tbf they were asking cause they said they don't like break up fics which i get #but i think the title makes it pretty clear they are gonna be together forever aha #anyway i'm rambling #just fanfic drabble

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lit-in-thy-heart · 9 months

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[ID: tumblr tags that read #this fic is sponsored by sunny weather and coastal castle ruins #and it's just going to be (hopefully) soft and silly #no angst. #no. angst. End ID.]

no angst my hat.

#help i cannot write pure fluff to save my life #yes i am still on the coastal castle ruins fic #no clue how many words it is bc i am still writing by hand due to having no wifi for the past two days #you'd think it would make me more likely to focus but surprise i'm just using data for tumblr #honestly there are so many quick tonal shifts in this fic #but hey it's like the sea #tide rushes in and out again and the comedy rushes out to expose the shoreline made of angst or something #idk #basically angst will be there #even if it's just a throwaway paragraph #but anyway #lit writes #lit talks

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takaraphoenix · 2 years

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Felicity frowned, a headache burning behind her eyes as she scrolled through social media.

Life had been calm and peaceful for exactly a year. A year of living in hiding, living away from society. Just her, Oliver, William and Mia. Whatever evils were in the world, the newly formed Justice League could handle them. They had earned this family time.

Of course, raising their children away from society wasn't entirely an option. This life wasn't even really an option for Felicity. So shut off? No internet? What a nightmare. That in another timeline, she had lived so secluded for eighteen years, only with Nyssa and Mia, sometimes she couldn't fathom that. Sometimes, she was sad on her counterpart's behalf, for not having Oliver, for being apart from William for so long. But that was not her life, that was a timeline that had been erased by the events of Crisis and by the survival of Oliver.

Now here they were, back in Star City, living in the Queen Manor, with the recently revived Moira. Which, was at times exhausting and frustrating, but on other days, it was very nice to have a live-in babysitter who was more than happy to take Mia and William for a couple hours (even though William loudly claimed that he was by now far too old for a babysitter, so they called it 'quality time with grandma'). Naturally, they had to reclaim their lives.

And Ollie's life, it had led him into the spotlight once again. Honestly, after the disastrous way in which it had gone last time, Felicity couldn't believe he was willing to give it another shot. But there were no secrets anymore. Everything was out in the open. Oliver having been Green Arrow, the Crisis event, the rebirth of the multiverse. People knew about all of these things, about Oliver's heroics and the sacrifice he had made to save their world. Now, while he hung up the green hood, he still wanted to help, still wanted to save his city. This time, with no secrets. And with no villain with a personal vendetta against him trying to hurt him, Oliver was elected mayor once more.

And it was great! Really. Felicity was so proud of her husband, of the good he could do this way. Sometimes, she thought he may miss being Green Arrow, but in all honesty, he wasn't getting any younger either. And from what Felicity had seen, the Red Arrow was doing him proud in taking up his legacy. Oliver had gotten to retire in peace, to focus on his city and his family.

“Hey,” Oliver's voice was warm and soothing. “You keep glaring at your tablet.”

He was leaning against her chair, his face next to hers and the warmth of his body comforting her. Before he could really see what she was looking at, she quickly closed it and put the tablet down.

“Felicity,” there was an edge to his voice, the kind that said 'don't try to hide it'.

With a slightly sheepish look on her face did she turn around to face him and steal just the quickest little kiss from him. “It's nothing. Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

“So it is something,” Oliver frowned, concerned. “What is it?”

Rolling her eyes, Felicity leaned back against the table, her fingers tapping onto her tablet. “You know how it goes. Wife of a politician. Reduced to what outfits she wears and such. And some... very, very sad individuals online think that you shouldn't have married me, that you and Laurel would have been the power couple, the DA and the mayor. I mean, no offense, you know I love you, but no, the way you broke her heart? She really should not have ever taken you back.”

“None taken,” Oliver chuckled a little even as he leaned forward, closer to her, before turning more serious. “I know how much I hurt Laurel and I'm... very grateful that we managed to save our friendship. But Laurel... that Laurel... she was happy with Tommy.”

“And the other one is very happy with Dinah,” muttered Felicity beneath her breath and with the faintest smile. “Yeah. I know. And honestly, it's not... I mean, I don't care? What do I care what some small-minded people on the internet think. I know I love you and I know you love me. It's more... annoyance. That instead of focusing on important political issues or whatever these people have nothing better to do than obsess over our marriage. It's creepy and weird.”

Oliver grunted his agreement and took a step back. Enough so Felicity could push her chair off and follow him suit. The tablet remained laying on the desk, even as the two left the room.

“A weekend getaway,” declared Oliver with certainty. “No internet. No trolls, or whatever you call them, just you, me and the kids, how does that sound?”

A happy smile lit up Felicity's face as she took his hand into hers, interlacing their fingers. “Yes.”

She tugged, just gently so, enough to make him lean down so she could kiss him. This. This right here, right now, was something nobody could take away from her. She knew Oliver was her soulmate and that she was his. They had this, had each other and their family, and nobody whining on the internet could ever change that. Together, they headed upstairs.

“Kids?” Oliver called out loudly.

William's voice sounded from down the hall. “Mia's room.”

Mia was three. An adorable toddler, taking wobbly steps and trying to get her grabby hands onto absolutely everything. Her blonde curls were put up into two pigtails, bouncing as she looked up at her parents with the brightest smile. Mia and William were sitting on the floor of her bedroom, having a tea-party with her favorite stuffed toys. William was wearing a sparkly blue tiara, Mia a purple one. As soon as Felicity and Ollie were close enough and sat down with the kids did Mia reach for two more tiaras. Oliver smiled at his daughter as he bent down enough so she could place the golden tiara with the green gems on his head.

“That really does suit you,” Felicity smiled. “Green is just your color, mh?”

She accepted the pink tiara from William, who offered her a lopsided grin. While he wasn't that much a fan of the accessory, he absolutely was a fan of his baby sister and would do anything to make her happy. Playing dress-up and having tea parties did very much make her happy.

“Your mother and I were just talking,” Oliver started, before picking up a tiny, purple tea-cup. “What do you say, we take a weekend off for a little family trip?”

Mia immediately perked up at that. “Uncle Diggy?”

“We can visit uncle Diggle another time,” Felicity smiled and patted her head. “But this time, just the four of us. We could go up into the cabin in the woods, have an adventure in the forest.”

“Adventure!” Mia cheered loudly, throwing her hands up in the air.

She did love uncle Diggle, who had moved to Freeland to live closer to his stepsister and her family. But she also loved adventure. To a concerning amount. But Felicity and Oliver were pretty sure they had at least another decade before they'd have to seriously worry about any vigilantism that she may have inherited from her father. For now, it was time to focus on their family and love.

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