. Kingfisher Feathers by Anonymous
I binge read this fic the whole afternoon and lets just say I am inlove 🥺♥
political drama + wangxian = heaven
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also im rewatching s2 and it’s fucking hilarious bc they’re recorded as though they were on tv and the ads and promos for house of anubis are just of the teens themselves posing and standing real emo like and serious and so try hard and so funny.
they try to be so edgy and dramatic and then you actually watch an episode and its just antics on top of alfie+jerome chaos on top of moments that victor should have obviously caught them lurking on top of side plot drama on top of more cringe worthy funny moments and bad lies but then tHERE ARE THE ADS AGAIN AND THEY LOOK LIKE BABIES TRYIN’ TO BE SERIOUS STOP IT BUT DONT STOP AHHHH
😭😭😭💀 look those are my kids okay they’re doing their best
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Most directors (it seems): The sexiest thing is sex.
Me: The sexiest thing is when two people spend weeks staring at each other in longing and then their hands brush against each other, and then they hug, but like with their whole bodies and one person puts their hand on the back of the other's head and it feels like they will never stop hugging because they've wanted it so bad, and then they kiss ONCE (1 time) but it feels earned.
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Thinking about how, when Scar turns red in Third Life, his first actions are collecting flowers to beg to stay with Grian.
That, when faced with being a red life—the first and only red life—his first actions aren’t bloodthirst and anger but desperation to keep the relationship he’s made.
That, in a game where alliances are kept through deeds, debts, and doubt—he offered flowers. He didn’t sell the idea of staying teammates, he didn’t even try. He offered the flowers and begged to stay by Grians side, but was fully prepared to walk away without another word. Was prepared to forget his scamming nature, to lay down flowers and nothing more.
Also, in the image of the flowers being a bouquet, imagine him being gone for hours after his death.
Grian is waiting and Scar is holed up in the forest somewhere meticulously crafting this arrangement despite having no idea what he’s doing. He could only find two flowers, and the mess he puts together isn’t anything anyone would ever sell, but he made it from scratch. He put in the effort, spent hours on it until he deemed it perfect and only then did he bring it to Grian.
It’s ugly, and there is no twine holding it together nor a sheet, but the flowers aren’t wilted. All of them are the most vibrant, healthy flowers he could find and not one is missing a petal due to his hands.
His hands—used to scam, maim, and betray—made gentle for the effort of making something worthy of someone like Grian.
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