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alast4r · 18 days

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𝙇ᡣ𐭩𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠

"𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓉𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓁𝓁 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝒢𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹, 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒹. 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊.."

Chapter 2: You can't marry a man you just met.

Ever since your delightful encounter with such a defined man each space in your head was taken up by thoughts of Alastor, every single damn time. You had been in bed half the night already on the telephone with a friend though the mood through the line changed after a question, "How long have you known him?" you weren't able to answer diectly but answered soon after "A few days now I suppose, I haven't seen him recently." your friend had been dumbfounded, "..What-!?" you just rushed into telling them you'll just explain tomorrow "Alright, I'm tired I'll speak to you tomorrow goodnight!" with that you hung up and snuggled in bed knowing they're judgemental comments.

The next day you had met up with your friends at a cafe as all that came out of there ouths were quick words of judgement, "Dear, think about it. You just met him. Do you even know his name? You can't marry a man you just met." irritated as you slammed your cup down onto the table, "Yes, it's Alastor! Happy!?" the table had gone silent with withened eyes "Alastor? Alastor Hartfelt the Radio Host?"

You had an epiphany, a sudden realization of the identity of this captivating man before you. "Wait, is he the illustrious figure from the papers and the melodious voice that graces my ears each day through the radio?" The thrill of this discovery coursed through your veins, adding a new layer of intrigue to your burgeoning interest.

Recollections flooded your mind, painting a picture of Alastor as a notorious charmer, a regular at opulent gatherings that many would envy. However, a friend's cautionary words echoed in your thoughts, a reminder to tread carefully. "Dear, do not be ensnared by his charm. A visage as yours is susceptible to harm."

Taking heed of your friend's counsel, you opted for a platonic outing with your female companion, enjoying the company and the distraction it provided. Yet, fate had other plans. As you strolled homeward, Alastor appeared before you, a bouquet of flowers in hand, his presence momentarily erasing any caution.

With a chuckle and a sense of awe, you greeted him, "Oh, Alastor, good to see you again." As you unconsciously tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his keen smile had a disarming effect, leaving you feeling both delighted and discomposed.

"Where have you been?" His inquiry was laced with a hint of mystery, drawing you closer, making your heart flutter in response. "I apologize, Ma Belle, I was... occupied," he replied, his words opening a subtle yet palpable rift in your heart. Occupied with what? Occupied by? “With women?” slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself, the realization dawning upon you.

Alastor's reaction to your inadvertent question was unexpected, his gasp soft yet audible, a flicker of surprise dancing in his eyes. Your attempt to retract your words only seemed to amuse him further. "Ah! Excuse my tongue, ignore what I said...It's just my- News, the r- Ah! Sorry I'm just out of my mind right now.." Your words stumbled out in a jumble, your mind racing to recover from the slip.

However, Alastor's response was not what you anticipated. He gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, and leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Women? Oh please, the only woman I'd get busy with is you, dear~..Oh, what a delightful mess you'd be, a muse I'd work with day and night..Oh, how-.." His words trailed off, each syllable laced with a seductive allure that stirred a newfound desire within you.

"D-Date?" His proposal caught you off guard, your mind and heart reeling from his intoxicating whispers. Numb and unable to form a coherent response, you simply nodded, your voice betraying your sheepish agreement.

With a sudden and decisive gesture, Alastor hooked your arm in his, leading you away. "How about I take you home? It truly isn't right to leave a ravishing lady like you out here all alone, and it'll be a great way to pick you up tomorrow." His words were smooth and reassuring, and you found yourself willingly following his lead, engaging in light conversation as you walked.

Upon reaching your home, Alastor bid you farewell with a kiss on your cheek, leaving you to retreat into your thoughts. As you lay on your bed, your mind wandered, fantasies of tomorrow's date swirling in your head, fueled by Alastor's enticing words.

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As you roused from slumber, your eyes fluttered open to reveal a dreary, overcast sky outside your window. The room around you was in disarray, mirroring the chaos within your mind. With a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, each step a chore as you descended the staircase to the lower floor. The dim light filtering through the curtains cast a somber glow over the space, accentuating the sense of desolation that enveloped you.

Reaching for a bottle of pills, you swallowed them down, a bitter reminder of your inner turmoil. Self-loathing and frustration gnawed at your insides, fueled by the haunting memories of your dreams. The vividness of those nocturnal fantasies left you unsettled, yearning for a reality that seemed just out of reach.

@myrunawaysweets Here it is!

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nahoney22 · 4 months

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Hello my love 💚

I am back once again to send in another request for your 4000 followers celebration!

Congrats again 🥰

This time, I'm choosing my sweet little baby boy Tup 🥺 (x fem!reader)

This one is gonna be super fluffy. The fluffiest fluff to have ever fluffed. So much fluff that it makes you want to vomit out of pure sugary sweetness 💙

We're going with a Hallmark Christmas vibe. Deck the halls, baby! I'm talking about Christmas trees, glass ornaments, and colorful lights, kissing under the mistletoe, snow-covered streets, crackling fireplaces, hot cocoa, warm sweaters, sleigh rides, and lots of holiday cheer. No scrooges in this winter wonderland!

Here are a couple of prompts I found that went with the vibe: "Your hands are cold, let me warm them up," "I'll walk you home," "Take my coat, it's cold outside," and "Can I have this dance?"

As always, feel free to ignore my request! If it suits your fancy, then I can't wait to see what you come up with 🥰 (take your time, of course)

Please and thank you, with love 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

4000 Follower Prompt List Celebration

Tup X F!Reader

SFW

prompts:

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Your hands are cold, let me warm them up.”

warnings: None, lots of fluff. Kisses. Love at first sight, meet cute. Female reader.

authors note: grrrr I wish I saw this in December when it was Christmassy BUT instead of waiting for 12 months let’s do it now 😆 idk what hallmark Christmas is thought ngl tho - thanks for the request @the-bad-batch-baroness ☀️

In the midst of Coruscant's bustling streets, a wintry ambiance enveloped the evening, with the air dense and chilly. Despite the approach of nightfall, the atmosphere remained aglow with the infectious spirit of the recent festive season.

And among the gleaming lights and shimmering tinsel adorning the street lamps, you navigated through the dusting of snow at your boots, determined yet cautious to evade any slips. Embracing yourself against the cold, you embarked on your homeward journey.

Grateful after being granted an early departure by your employer, you however found yourself thwarted by the weather-induced delay of your usual means of transport. So, opting to keep going on foot, you soon find yourself groaning as you fumble through your bag in search of your scarf and gloves. However, you quick to realise you had abandoned your gear at your workplace—a trek you were not planning to go back on.

Focused on avoiding a slip, your gaze remained fixed on the ground as you navigated through the snow and street. However, your brisk pace came to an abrupt halt when you collided with an unexpected figure, sending you to the ground.

“Kriff, sorry ma’am. Are you alright?” The voice sounded familiar, belonging to a Clone Trooper who had then extended a hand down to you.

As your eyes followed up past his hand and up his arm, the discomfort of the fall seemed to have dissipated as you grew captivated by the gaze of a remarkably handsome man.

Concerned, he inquired about your well-being, “Ma’am? Are you alright?” To which prompted a flush of embarrassment as you found yourself on the ground, staring up at him gormlessly.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You assure him of your condition and swiftly accepted his offered hand. But as he hauls you up with ease, you think you’re grounded only to then encounter a second stumble.

Grasping onto the Clone for support, his protective arms encircled you, preventing another nasty fall as your feet slip from under you. "Easy there, I've got you," he chuckled warmly, his gaze softening as your eyes met.

You hadn't been one to believe in love at first sight, yet an undeniable connection sparked within you towards this man. Perhaps it was the enchanting ambiance of the twinkling lights and falling snow, or maybe it was the combination of his helpfulness after you both bumped into each other accidentally.

"Th-thanks," you stammered, a blend of the wintry air and nervousness affecting your speech. His gentle smile and reassuring gaze, however, calmed your racing thoughts.

Concerned for your well-being, he asked softly, releasing his hold on you but remaining ready to assist if needed. "Didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"No," you replied, shaking your head, "as long as my head is still firmly attached, I'm good."

His chuckle resonated warmly and you don’t know why, but you felt like you could read this man. To which, you had hoped he wanted to get to know you more. And he did.

"The name's Tup," he introduced, extending his hand once more. You gladly slipped your hand back into his, reciprocating with your name. "It's nice to meet you."

"And you, though it would've been better under different circumstances," he remarked subtly, gesturing toward your snow-dusted attire, prompting a sheepish smile from you.

Before you could respond, he swiftly and apologetically interrupted, asking, "Don't suppose you would like to go for a drink with me?" Your eyes widened in surprise, mirroring his apparent astonishment at his own impromptu invitation.

"Sorry, that was forward. We've only just met," he acknowledged.

"Yeah," you replied simply, accompanied by a toothy grin.

"Yeah?" His face lifted, his eyes lighting up in response.

"I could really do with a warm drink.”

As you both hurriedly sought refuge from the cold, the tempting aroma of rich hot chocolate filled the air. Smiling at the satisfying hum that escaped your throat, Tup guided you to a pop-up market stall, where he procured steaming mugs of the comforting beverage before finding a place to sit.

"I have to admit," you began, gently blowing the steam off your mug, "I certainly didn't expect something like this to happen anytime soon. It's basically a cliche."

He looked at you with confusion, cradling his mug in his hands. "I don't quite catch on?"

You chuckled softly. "Well, in most cheesy romantic holomovies I've seen, this is basically a 'meet cute.' We collided, you, fortunately, happen to be handsome and offer a helping hand, and instead of parting ways, you asked me for a drink." Your eyes sparkled mischievously. "Or I could be totally wrong."

"N-No, no," he replied quickly, a hint of warmth coloring his neck. "I suppose when you put it like that, it is a cliche. But... I'll take it you like that kind of thing?" He gestured to the two of you enjoying a drink, sitting up a little straight to exude confidence.

"I really do," you replied softly, savoring a sip of your drink. "Mmm, this is lovely. Thank you, Tup."

The way you said his name made Tup feel as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "You're welcome."

Engaged in a quiet yet pleasant conversation, you both delved into each other's lives and aspirations. Classic questions about favourite colours, the stories behind tattoos, and alternate career paths flowed naturally.

From your time with Tup, you gathered that he was kind and had a penchant for playful yet rather terrible flirting. You observed him attempting to find a relaxed posture—arms shifting on and off the table, legs crossing and uncrossing, fingers nervously tapping against the mug. Even his compliments emerged more as questions than statements. Regardless, you found joy in his company.

Feeling Tup's nervous energy, you decided to discreetly guide him into a more comfortable interaction. Despite the cold, you feigned a fake shiver, cupping your hands over your mouth and blowing on your fingers. "Is it me, or did it get colder?" you remarked inconspicuously. Tup wasted no time reaching across the table, gently taking your hands in his.

"Your hands are cold," he observed with a frown, expressing a wish for spare gloves, "let me warm them up." His charming smile resonated, making your heart skip a beat. He closed his hand over yours, gently rubbing them to provide warmth. You felt bashful that your subtle hint worked, relieved that he didn't seem to mind holding your hands.

Engaged in a wholesome conversation, both of you seemingly oblivious to the unspoken connection formed through the idle caress of each other's hands, the impending departure lingered as the unspoken Bantha in the room.

Hours passed without notice, Tup surpassing his designated time to be back at the barracks. When you mentioned it was time for you to head back due to an early start, he stood up, taking your hand in his. "I'll walk you home," he declared, a genuine warmth in his eyes that mirrored the connection you both shared throughout the evening.

As Tup walked you home through the now quiet and serene streets of Coruscant, a comfortable silence settled between you. The city's festive lights cast a gentle glow, creating a magical atmosphere that mirrored the odd but welcome enchantment you felt in each other's company.

As you reached your destination, the realisation that the night was coming to an end tugged at both of you. Tup hesitated before speaking, "I had a wonderful time tonight."

You smiled, expressing your agreement. "Me too. It was unexpected but definitely a highlight."

He chuckled softly. "Fate has a way of bringing people together in the most surprising moments."

Standing at your doorstep, you found yourself reluctant to say goodbye. Tup, sensing the unspoken sentiment, reached for your hand once more. "I hope we can do this again."

You nodded, feeling a spark of warmth between you. "I'd like that."

Tup leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in a tender goodbye. As you entered your home, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold, grateful for the unexpected magic of that cold, festive night on Coruscant.

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glorious-spoon · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday! I was tagged by @wildlife4life! Have a bit of the upcoming chapter of 'and we are homeward bound', in which Buck is having a very bad day.

He dodges back a half-step without even thinking about it. An instant later, something cracks loudly overhead, and the ceiling a few yards in front of him comes crashing down in a mess of splinters and smoke and pulverized acoustic tile.

"Shit," Buck yelps. He takes another step back, stumbles over something, and lands ignominiously on his ass. The Halligan thumps hard against his chest, then clanks to the floor.

Overhead is yawning smoky darkness, but on the upside, it doesn't look like a flashover is imminent: just shitty construction failing under stress. Bobby is going to read the owners the riot act, no doubt, once he gets done with Buck.

On that note, Buck thumbs his radio. The button depresses, but there's no sound. With a sinking feeling, he unclips it and holds it up to inspect with his flashlight. The casing is cracked, the light dead. Ahead of him is a mound of smoking wreckage blocking his way out of the hall; behind him is the exit door, jammed shut. He's trapped, out of contact, and all alone.

Bobby is going to kill him.

No-pressure tagging @fraddit, @alessandriana, @incognitajones, @hetrez, and anyone else who wants to play.

#911 #evan buckley #wip wednesday

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. Hi! Do you know any Lan Sizhui/ A’yuan POV fics??

black irises in the sunshine by doodlebutt (G, 2k, LSZ & LWJ, angst, grief/mourning)

❤️ nevermore, nevermore by agloeian (T, 120k, lan sizhui & everyone, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst w/ happy ending)

as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, wangxian, canonical character death, found family, food issues, trauma, LSZ pov, angst w/ happy ending, fluff)

Not Yet (There As Needed) by sunrise_and_death (T, 13k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ, LSZ & JL, post-canon, family bonding, dramatic revelations)

to make an arbitrary wager by moonsteps (G, 9k, Junior Quartet, JL & LSZ, WangXian, Post Canon, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Friendship, sizhui and the mortifying ordeal of being the gusu lan heir)

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (Gunmetal_Crown) (G, 19k, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, Music, Angst, Fluff, Found Family, mostly CQL verse)

remember the moments when we were together by RoseThorne (T, 2k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Memories, Depressio, nImplied/Referenced Suicide, wwx needs a hug, Regret, Self-Esteem Issues, Loneliness, Crying, Hugs, Truth, Post-Canon, PTSD, Father-Son Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, CQL-centric, POV LSZ)

Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

🧡the stone-filled sea by yukla (T, 9k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Post-Canon, senior wei defense squad, a study of the way prejudice and injustice and anger trickle down from generation to generation)

❤️Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, mind the tags just in case)

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

coming of age, coming alive by narie (T, 25k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, LSZ & WQ, canon compliant, found family, coming of age)

Path by Jengabears (G, 4k, grief/mourning, soul-searching, repressed memories, burial mounds, good uncle WN, LSZ centric, dead WWX, angst, sad w/ happy ending, comfort)

In all these shades of blue (I think we found you) by Fleetling (T, 5k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, 5+1, LSZ pov, childhood, growing up)

although my mind is young, it is not gentle by everythingispoetry ( T, 27k, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Disability, Parenthood, Growing Up, Family Dynamics, Character Study, Self-Discovery)

The Sound of Love by mondengel (Not rated, <1k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, fluff, everyone lives au)

Decorating by Quiet_crash (G, 1k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & LXC, LSZ & LJY, Rabbits, Fluff) A-Yuan decides that the bunnies need Lan ribbons

A-Yuan in Bunnyland by Aki_no_hikari (G, 3k, LSZ & LWJ, Fluff, Action/Adventure) A-Yuan dreams—or does he?—of falling down a rabbit hole and stumbling upon a whole parallel Sect of Gusu Buns

Crayon Time with Sizhui Series by treemaidengeek (G, 272, LSZ & LWJ, Fluff, Angst, Family Feels, Canon Compliant, Grief/Mourning, Actual Child Narrator, Actual Crayon Drawings, Bunnies) crayon cartoons by 7½-year-old LSZ

Anticipation by Quiet_crash (G, 2k, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian) Chenqing and LSZ’s recovery of his Burial Mounds memories, from his POV

history by tongzhi (T, 15k, Background WangXian, LSZ-Centric, Post-Canon, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, Character Study)

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2. Hi! For the next fic-mood: I just saw on Twitter a very beautiful WangXian fanart in RomeoJuliet AU, and thought there must be someone already wrote a fic for this trope right?? Right?? 😁 Thank you all in advance 🙂🙏🏻 ❤️ Have a nice day! @yellowridge

Star crossed by ToeGod (T, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Romance, Star-crossed, Romeo and Juliet Fusion, Angst, Fluff)

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3. Haii! Im in the mood for some MXY with WX fics. Not romantically. I recently read one where they adopted him. Any amount of words and only restriction is not to have MXY romantically involved with WX. Thank you!

Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, wangxian, dream cultivation)

💖 Mo XuanYu’s Bewildering Re-Start by MarbleGlove (T, 9k, MXY & WWX, WQ & WWX, wangxian, time travel fix-it, suicide attempt, unreliable narrator)

Moonlit by Aki_no_hikari (T, 8k, wangxian, yiling wei sect au, fluff, battle couple, teacher WWX, canon typical violence)

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4. Hi 👋 for the next im in the mood for post, can you please recommend some good possessive wwx fics.

Barefoot Runaway by Itszero (E, 18k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Sex Pollen, No Sunshot Campaign, Mpreg, Possessive WWX, Protective WWX, No War AU, Bottom LWJ)

Strange Magic by Sabinasan (T, 18k, WangXian, Cursed WWX, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Possessive WWX, Protective WWX, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hair Brushing)

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5. Hello mods! Can you reccomend me some good wangxian celebrity au s for the next in the mood for post? Thank you😊

always on my mind series by sami (E, 37k, wangxian, LWJ/others, LWJ & JYL, modern, family, sexual tension, grief, superstar musician LWJ, fluff, children, pregnancy, parenthood)

💖Pop and Prejudice by flowerofgusu (E, 25k, wangxian, modern, famous popstar WWX, music critic LWJ, misunderstandings, pining, falling in love, slow burn, fluff & angst, smut, hurt/comfort)

🧡I Don’t Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX)

Some of You by tangerinechar (M, 60k, wangxian, JC/LXC, JYL/JZX, modern, social media, actor au, pining, fluff, love confessions, matchmaking, light angst)

how to put the entire world in complete chaos, a guide by lan wangji by lanergeges (G, <1k, wangxian, modern, outsider pov, actors, tabloid, fluff, established relationship)

He is Wei Wuxian’s by devinokaze (T, 41k, wangxian, modern, celebrity au, actor WWX, singer/dancer LWJ, social media, entertainment industry, outsider pov, fluff & humor)

life, drama and action by Akai__hana (G; 13k, wangxian, modern, actor au, singer LWJ, actor WWX, social media, fluff & crack, established relationship)

Firework by Aki_no_hikari (G, 4k, wangxian, modern, idols au, bookstore, meet-cute)

live from new york by varnes (E, 87k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, This is a SNL AU, however the juniors are featured and there are lots of shenanigans!, slow burn, friends to lovers, pining, getting together, happy ending)

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6. Can I get some Recs for fics that A) have someone bringing up Lan Qiren’s hypocrisy for the rules? holding grudges, judging someone…etc.. B) Also fics where wangxian get together as teens? Either canon era or modern is fine.

6A)

save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, WangXian, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Single Parent WWX, Homophobia, LQR's A+ Parenting, Angst with a Happy Endin, gidiots to lovers, car seats as an expression of love, literal plot bunnies, Fluff)

found in translation by sysrae (E, 12k, NieLan, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, my extremely justified hatred of LQR, Meddling brothers, Coming Out, Loss of Virginity, Under-negotiated Kink, slight breathplay, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending) These are modern AUs. For canon, just a heads up there is a Lan Qiren Bashing tag/Bad Parent Lan Qiren tag and Lan Sect Bashing tag that the requestor may want to check?

6B)

Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, Miscommunication, Jealousy, Happy Ending)

Three changes. by orange_crushed (M, 18k, WangXian, Fluff, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Study days, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Kissing, Fade to Black, Mild Sexual Content, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot No War AU, Falling In Love, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, First Time)

Epistolary by beeswaxing (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Epistolary, Pre-Canon)

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7. yo know any good crack treated seriously fics

(All previous recs for this ask have been moved to the Crack Treated Seriously Compilation post, all future recs will be moved there too ^^ - Mod C)

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8. hi! first i just wanna say thank yall so much for running this, ive found so many great fics bc of yall!

A) ive been trying to find fics where wwx tells others not to use resentful energy and kinda accidentally snitches on himself in the process? or where hes just like "resentful energy is bad for you. not me tho im lacking a golden core built different"

B) also any fics where resentful energy actually makes wwx stronger (or where it can heal and that kinda thing) or where hes a ghost/undead and just passing as human are appreciated lol (ive read through most of the ghost!wwx tag on ao3, but i know not everything gets tagged so i figured it was worth asking?)

any ideas? and again, tysm and have a nice day!

8B)

Fated Series by LtLJ (G, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Post-Apocalypse, Magical Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Canon Diverted via Volcano, YL WWX, Badass LWJ)

death either way by thelastdboy (E, 22k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, POV Alternating, Fix-It of Sorts, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Not Really Character Death, But it's presumed, Protective Siblings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Survivor Guilt, Scheming, Rumors, Cultivation Sect Politics, demonic cultivator WQ, Revenge, Found Family)

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9. Would love recs of any fics where the Jiang shidi that got kidnapped by the Wen while practicing archery before the fall of Lotus Pier, lives. Maybe Lotus Pier falls, maybe it doesn't. Maybe he escapes, or is ransomed, or rescued. Maybe they find him during Sunshot forced to act as a servant in a Wen war camp. Maybe they find him in a Wen prison after the war. Maybe a kind Wen smuggles him out. Etc. But the littlest Jiang shidi lives.

Sun Stained Lotus by MidnightLightHowlite (T, 70k, wangxian, YZY&WWX, good parent YZY, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, miscommunication) It's not a main focus of the fic, but for 9 the littlest shidi does survive

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10. Hi. Any recs on Mo Xuanyu-centric or Nie brothers-centric. I am on a kick on these side characters lately @umefurikake

NIE:

The Quiet Room by nirejseki (T, 38k, NMJ/LXC, JGY/LXC, NHS & NJM, LWJ & NMJ, sensory deprivation, partner betrayal, consent issues, manipulation, medical trauma, not LXC friendly, infidelity, gaslighting, mental health issues, willful blindness)

Emotional Support by nirejseki (G, 2k, NMJ & NHS, fix-it)

Once Upon A Time in Qinghe by paranoid_fridge (T, 22k, NMJ & NHS, NMJ & LXC, wangxian, post-canon fix-it, angst, humor)

MXY:

falling like feathers and cherry blossoms by silversshadow (T, 10k, MXY/XY, WWX & XY, WWX & MXY, canon divergence, reincarnation au)

Check #3 of this same post also

Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose (T, 87k, WIP, WangXian, Travel Fix-It, Time Loop, Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, eventually, Bamf MXY, MXY Lives, Genderfluid MXY, MXY Backstory, POV MXY, Canon-Typical Self-Sacrificial Behavior, Found Family, ace MXY, Aegosexual NHS, Genius MXY Genius WWX, Not particularly JGY friendly CQL-based)

born under unlucky stars by RoseThorne (M, 1k, JZX & MXY, JZX & QS, WN & WQ, WWX & WQ, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Ghosts, Souls, Implied/Referenced Sex, Brotherly Love, Anger, Spells & Enchantments, MXY Deserves Better, Revenge, POV MXY)

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11. Thank you so much for all your hard work!! I'm in the mood for a fic where WWX fully uses his demonic cultivation where the juniors can see. He never really shows them how destructive he can be and I bet at least part of him doesn't want to Bonus points for angst. Thank you!! @kirk-spock-in-the-impala

green flame, black flute, red ribbon by Fleetling (T, 3k, pre-wangxian, LJY pov, BAMF WWX, people will die violently for kidnapping the babies, hurt/comfort)

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, WangXian)

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12. hiiii! for the next in the mood for, does anyone have fics where LXC goes to LQR for advice after Guanyin temple? either as an uncle or as a teacher, or both? thanks!

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13. I'm in the mood for a fic where WWX is shy or ashamed about his body or desires for whatever reason.

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14. Hi! For the next iitmf can i get A) some good Lan Wangji/Wen Ning/ Wei WuXian fics and/or B) fics where Lan WangJi was really mean to Wei WuXian before they got together 14B fics will be added to #15 ~Mod L

14A)

Three Men and a Radish by nirejseki (G, 3k, WangXianNing, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining)

heartstone by deadbeatrefrain (T, 13k, WangXianNing, Post-Canon, Character Study, Pining, Developing Relationship, Anxiety, Unreliable Narrator, Physical Intimacy, acts of service, Junior Quartet, Lán Zhàn's Rabbits, Past Ningxian, Family, gift giving as a love language, Fluff, Angst, implied depression, Hurt/Comfort)

but the spring will come by ectocosme (E, 7k, WangXianNing, Post-Canon, OT3, Fluff, Smut, Threesome, Double penetration)

It's Soft by Petits Pois (letsgogetlost) (G, 1k, wangxianning, pre-poly, established wangxian, quarantine fic, autistic LWJ, anxious WN, adhd WWX)

i didn’t think it could be true (let alone that it would be you) by ryneisaterriblefan (T, 11k, NingWangXian, Mutual Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Texting, Drunk LWJ, drunk WN, Pining, Cafes)

The Boat Scene in Yunmeng Definitely Counts as a Date by ChaSeuBao (T, 2k, wangxianning, canon divergence, confessions, polyamory, first date)

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15. hello ♥️ for the next in the mood for post can you give me fic recs where lwj is kinda mean to wwx at first but then he regrets it?? sorry if this is kinda weird and thank you !! 14B fics will be added on this part, too ~Mod L

Say my name and his in the same breath by ataratah (M, 38k, WangXian, Soulmates AU, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Rejection, Mutual Pining, Found Family Feels, Temporary Character Death, magical baby aquisition, Angst with a Happy Ending, No Golden Core Transfer, Somebody Lives/Not everyone dies, Every woman lives/No woman dies)

the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others background NieLan, background WQ/MM, inter-faculty romance, Strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers)

Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You're an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Porn with Feelings)

miscommunication)

🧡Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Therapy, Angst with a happy ending)

Regret Blossoms by piecrust (G, 7k, wangxian, hanahaki disease)

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16. hi!! do you know any fics with CEO! lwj and secretary wwx (or even just employee wwx) thank you !! <3

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not rated, 12k, wangxian, rule 63, fluff & humor, mild smut, childhood friends, first meetings, evil vending machines)

Work-Life Balance is Not A Thing by catbrainedschemes (E, 17k, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, oblivious wangxian, eventual smut)

Special Delivery by agustdreams (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Rich LWJ, Office AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bickering, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Awkward Flirting, WWX is a little shit, Mail delivery clerk WWX)

Wangxian Corporation by Galexyi (M, 91k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Office AU, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together)

Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? by overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, wangxian, modern, office au, mutual pining, slow burn, mistaken identity)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

Thank you everyone for all the recs!

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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Hylian Sign Language

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On a sunny winter day in Dueling Peaks, Zelda, bundled in winter attire and sat by a warm campfire, was languidly petting the stable dog, and watched as Link chatted with one of the merchants passing the Dueling Peaks Stable. Well, she wasn't sure if "chatted" was exactly the word for it. They were using a language that Zelda found so foreign, yet so intriguing: Hylian Sign Language.

They had stopped at the stable for a good night's rest, and to let their horses refuel on delicious hay before setting out for Hateno Village. They were on their way back from a trip to Zora Domain to see Vah Ruta where Zelda had fixed a slight misfire of one of the enormous machine's conduits which was causing the beast to shut down at random intervals, but it was now as good as new, thanks to her perseverance and love for Sheikah technology.

Now, homeward bound, her attention was focused on her knight. Moreso, his animated and energetic gestures that were responded to in kind by the merchant, who signed with graceful yet swift movements that reminded Zelda of a ballet dancer. It was all so wondrous to watch, and yet, she felt like she was missing out on so much.

Link could talk. He knew Greudo on top of regular Hylian and its signed equivalent, but his spoken words were nothing like the unique gestures she saw now. He seemed more enthusiastic, open, and more "vocal," per se. At times like this, he seemed to break out of a hundred-year shell.

Link could talk, but she knew how difficult it was sometimes for him to express himself in spoken words, no matter what language he was using. There were days when words either eluded him or stressed him so much that he would stay silent for hours on end, only nodding in agreement, or murmuring the occasional, "Yeah," "No," or "I don't think so." Zelda remembers a few months ago when some miscommunication ended in a verbal fight with a Rito merchant, and Link nearly didn't speak for three days straight.

Link could talk, but sometimes, it seemed like he didn't want to. It was a welcome sight, seeing him enjoying himself like this. He was known to become visibly excited when he stumbled across someone who knew the language, replying in movements so fast and elated that the other person would have to ask him to slow down.

Zelda suddenly wondered what more she could know about him if she knew it. She never learned it, since she never had a reason to. The deaf or mute staff in the castle had a translator, one of which was the cook, who Link was friends with, but what if she didn't need one? Surely someone had some books on the subject.

She left her thoughts behind when she noticed that the merchant was now waving goodbye, as he turned his horse and began to ride away from the stables. Link trotted back to Zelda, arms now full of veggies and fruits. He smiled warmly. "I got us dinner!" He chirped, heading over to the nearby fire and tossing some of the food into the pot.

It already smelled wonderful, and Zelda's stomach growled. "What did you talk about?" She asked, curious. "Your conversation seemed very lively."

"Oh, him? I've met the guy before. His name's Angus! Carries all sorts of stuff, but mostly veggies. Saved my life one day when he found me wounded near a bokoblin camp."

Zelda thought for a moment. "Oh, dear. I think I remember seeing that. I'll have to give him my thanks one day." She smiled when Link handed her a bowl of curry, and they both laughed as her stomach growled again, loud enough for the both of them to hear it. They spent that night talking about Link's unfortunate rescue with the merchant.

The next day, they both strolled into Hateno on horseback, waving enthusiastically as the other villagers said their hellos and a gaggle of little kids came up to see their horses, chattering a mix of, "Can I feed her a carrot?"

"Where did you two go?"

"Mr. Link! Are you gonna teach me how to use a sword now?"

"Link! Princess! There's bokoblins in the barn again!"

They eventually got home, practically collapsing on the couch the second both of them and all their travel gear were inside. Zelda lay on the couch, rubbing her forehead, trying to stave off a potential headache while Link placed all their collected food on the counter, then immediately joined Zelda on the couch. He leaned back into the pillows and rubbed his sore shoulder. "Aye… remind me to get Sidon's help next time we head up there. I think I tore something."

"Well turn this way then." Zelda said. "Can't have you grouchy the rest of the day because you're hurting, hm?" Link listened, and turned his back to her, slightly leaning against her, allowing her to massage the aching muscles on his body, and he let out a loud, undignified groan that made Zelda chuckle. "That bad, huh?" Link just nodded and they sat together in comfortable silence, becoming warmed up by the evening light pouring through the window, illuminating the room in golden hues. The sunlight began to warm up some of the dried herbs hanging from the cabinets and shelves, filling the room with lovely, herbal scents.

Zelda's mind kept flitting back to the exchange at the stables, and she allowed her curiosity to surface. "That sign language of yours is interesting. May I ask where you learned it?" Zelda said, kneading at his back muscles and pulling another pleased groan from him.

Link leaned back into her touch, yawning wide. "My father had a friend who taught me. I knew the basics thanks to him, and then I met some fellow knights who would use it to communicate. Learned from them too."

"Well, you seem like you had a good teacher." She brought her hands down, watching as he rolled his shoulder, tension now gone. "Could you teach me?" She blurted out.

Link's ears twitched, a sign of excitement that Zelda caught on to. "You… want to learn?" He turned around to look at her, legs crossed on the couch.

"I mean, just the basics for now, but if you'll show me I would like to speak it fluently."

Link chuckled. "Speak it?"

Zelda playfully rolled her eyes, and biffed him lightly in the arm, making him laugh. "Oh, you know what I mean."

"Alright then. Why not start now?" Link propped himself against the armrest. "What's the first thing you want to learn?"

"Oh, right now? Ok, what about…" She looked at the bowl of fruit that was sitting on the counter. It was a perfect starting point. "Apple!"

Link looked at the bowl, clenching his hand into a fist and then bringing it up near his mouth, before biting like it was a real fruit. "Like this! This one is one of the first words I learned too."

Zelda tentatively brought her hand up, copying the same shape and movement Link did. "Like that?"

Link smiled, radiating pure pride and happiness. "Just like that."

Zelda repeated the motion three times, links smile growing on each one. "My first word in Hylian sign." She chirped, radiating joy. "What was your first word, Link?"

Link brought his open hand up to his forehead, lightly tapping it with his thumb. "Dad." That was my first word. But his friend would call him this." He made a quick, fluid motion, starting at the top of his head. "He never told me what it meant, just that it was his name. It looked like it had "sun" in it."

Zelda had met Link's father once before, when she was a little girl. Even though she wasn't sure what the sign meant, it seemed to fit a bright, brave man like him. She cocked her head to the side. "How do I say my name?"

"Well, you'd just spell it really." Link signed each letter out in front of him, slowly enough for her to follow. "Z-E-L-D-A"

"Oh, I see. I guess I wouldn't have a signed name then." She sighed. "No one ever gave me one." She noticed that the link went quiet for a moment. "Hmm?"

"I… actually already have a name for you, you know." Link's ears twitched. "Like, not spelled out, but a real signed name."

"Really?" Zelda straightened, excited to see what the link's name for her was. "And what was that?"

Slowly, Link brought his hand upwards, starting with his fingers touching then letting his hand unfold as it came upwards, before swirling it and ending in a Hylian "Z."

Zelda recognized the movement. "You've used that before when talking to Purah!" She chirped, excited she spotted the similarities.

"This sign-" Link mimicked the first movement again, "is the one for the Silent Princess flower. That middle part," he repeated the swirl that ended in a "Z." "Is for… beautiful, then it just ends in a Z." At this point, he was growing red in the face, waiting for Zelda's response.

She was looking at him with an expression of pure starstruck wonder until she realized her dazed silence was making him uneasy. "This," she copied the movement a little stiffly, but correctly, "-is the name you gave me?"

Link beamed at the sight of her using her own name. "I gave it to you a long time ago. Some of the maids had names for you, but I didn't have one so… that just felt appropriate." Link smiled at Zelda's agape expression.

Her ears twitched bashfully. "You thought I was beautiful."

"Of course." He said, honestly.

Zelda could feel herself turning red, and she leaned back, clearing her throat and doing her best not to stammer as she changed the subject. "Do you have a sign name?"

"Oh, several." Link chuckled, adding in the sign for "many." Link signed a very swift and broad movement that made her laugh a little. "I've seen this used once or twice."

Zelda raised an eyebrow. "-and what does that one mean?"

"Literally? It means "crazy bastard." "Saw that one a lot whenever I got in trouble."

They both laughed hard at that. "Any other fitting names your friends made you?"

He counted off on his fingers. "Bomb guy, hero, blondie, nutcase, loony sword swinger- there's a few."

"Oh I'm sure you earned every single one of them, Link." They both laughed and chatted throughout the rest of the day. Zelda did her best to follow along with Link. She learned "apple" "hello" "blue" "flower" "horse" and "princess" by the end of the day. By the end of the year, when snow began to coat the village, she had learned hundreds of different phrases through Links teaching, and could now comfortably hold a conversation with him.

"What is it, Link?"

"Let's go together!"

"Are you ok?"

"You did great!"

"You want to come with me to Purah's?"

Despite all these phrases, and all the colorful and expressive words she managed to learn, there was one phrase she had never said, never been taught, one that she so desperately wanted to learn, but she just didn't have the courage to ask him. Instead, she thought it would make a nice surprise, so she enlisted the help of a friend instead.

Purah knew Hylian sign language too. Zelda had even picked up a few phrases from her, some more colorful than others, that she would use when an experiment went awry, which Zelda found herself using when her own experiments would do the same. While Link was gone to pick up some food for lunch one day, Zelda hiked up the hill to her lab, heaving and out of breath when she reached the top. She gave the door a swift few knocks.

Symin answered the door, a little humored by her current state. "Hey, Zelda! Here to see Purah?"

She was hunched over, hands on her knees, cursing at that massive hill that Purah just had to stick her lab on top of. "Yes…" Zelda huffed. "Is… is she here?"

"Right here, sweets!" A high-pitched voice came from behind Symin, and he moved back behind the door for Pura. "My, what brings you waddling up here in weather like this?" She questioned, gesturing to the thin sheet of snow on the ground.

"I didn't… waddle here!" She said hoarsely, before standing up straight and clearing her throat. "I actually needed some help with something, if it's not too much trouble."

"Oh, don't be so modest! I can tell 'ya anything. Come in! Come in!" Zelda dodged paperwork and scientific utensils scattered on the floor the whole way in. Purah, on the other hand, absentmindedly swiped some papers off the table before sitting down. She leaned forward, chin on her hands, and eyes Zelda. "So what is it you're wanting to learn, princess?"

Later that day, Link came back from the market with a basket full of apples, carrots, mushrooms, and other random foods, plus a bag slung around his shoulder. He burst through the door, making Zelda jump about three feet off the couch, and dropping the book she was reading, before kicking it closed behind him with his boot. "I'm home!"

"I heard," Zelda mumbled, before switching to sign. "What did you get?"

He dropped the items onto the counter, some carrots rolling off to the side. "Carrots, mushrooms, pork, beef, and some herbs! Gonna make stew! I got you something too!"

"Something? What something?"

"You'll see!"

Zelda rested her book on the nearby table and got up to help Link with dinner, taking a pot from his hands, and grabbing a wooden spoon. "Let me help!"

Link sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. "I'm not gonna have to chip the food out with a fork again, am I?"

"Wha-! The food was just fine!" Zelda squawked. "Just a bit crisp around the edges!" She swatted him lightly on the shoulder with the spoon, making him giggle.

It had been like this for months: comfortably switching back and forth between the two languages, using whatever benefited them most at the moment. Link still had his days where he found it better to remain silent, but Zelda no longer felt powerless when they dawned. She could talk to him, understand him, and comfort him if needed.

When he bumped his bag into the counter he seemed to panic and Zelda wondered if he had some eggs in it. She took the loose veggies from his hands. '"Careful. I'll take some." Link opened the bag, checking inside, making sure whatever delicate item he was carrying was ok before swiftly closing it when Zelda tried to look into it. She placed the food on the counter. "-and you didn't carry this all in your bag, why?" She questioned.

"Well," Link reached into the pouch, gently rummaging through it until he found what he was looking for. "-because I didn't want to ruin this." He said, softly.

From the pouch, Link began unwrapping something delicate in a thin cloth, and Zelda gasped when she saw what he had gotten. Inside was a little paper flower, which she instantly recognized the species of: A silent princess. "This sweet old lady was selling them at her booth. It reminded me of you." He said.

Oh, it was beautiful. "Link-"

"I know it's hard to get a real one since they don't last very long once picked," he handed her the paper flower, taking her other hand and guiding it to hold the gift, before pulling back, the short distance between them making his heart leap. "-so I thought this would be better. The lady said she's made them for years."

The paper was so thin and fragile, Zelda worried it would turn to dust if she even breathed on it, but it was breathtaking. She turned it in her hands, watching as the sun bounced off the baby blue and yellow hues. The paper even had a slight gloss to it. Tied to the stem of the flower was a little yellow bow, perfectly bringing its beauty all together. "Oh, Link… it's gorgeous."

A sudden thought made her heart leap. Right then. She needed to say it right then or she might as well just spontaneously combust on the spot. Never has a moment rendered her so excited and terrified at the same time. Feeling like she wouldn't get the chance again, she inhaled sharply and made up her mind.

Just like she practiced. She sat the delicate little flower on the counter, and Link watched curiously as she began to sign. She brought her hands up, bringing them to her chest, crossing them, signing with the most honesty and certainty she could manage without words, and looked Link in the eyes.

It took him a moment to process what she had just said to him, and he stood there, eyes wide and mouth open mid-gasp. Link wondered if he was dreaming, the realization that he was wide awake hitting him a second later. "You-!" He started, speaking before slowly bringing his hands up. "You know what that sign is right?"

Zelda smiled. "Yes. I do."

A smile slowly began to grow at the corners of his mouth. "You… you said you loved me."

"Sure did."

Link's brain ran through multiple questions at once, his hands going through some half-movements that Zelda just considered a stutter. "Where did you learn-?"

"Purah." She interrupted. "Purah taught it to me this morning. I… had wanted to tell you, but I never saw you use it."

Link mentally chastised himself for not using it sooner, but better late than never. "And you really mean it?"

"I've meant it for over a hundred years, Link. I just never knew how to say it until now." The words came to her so easily, and she truly meant it. A hundred years was more than enough time to think of all the things she wanted to say to him once they were together again.

Link attempted to sign something, but ultimately failed so, at a loss for both words and signs, he resorted to running across the space separating them, nearly stumbling, taking Zelda's face in his hands, and tilting her down as he kissed her wildly, making her squeak in surprise. She was pushed up against the counter behind her. Euphoric and overjoyed, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him so he wouldn't have to stand on his toes.

It had started a bit frantic, slowing down to where both of them languidly moved their lips against one another, sighing in bliss. She went to cup his face in her hands, but the feeling of something wet and warm made her open her eyes. Link was crying. "Oh, Love-"

He wrapped her up in a tight hug, burying his face into her neck, the smell of jasmine faintly lingering somewhere on her. His throat suddenly felt tight, and a faint sob escaped him, worrying Zelda, and she brought a hand to run up and down his back soothingly. "Hey, what's wrong?"

He pushed back, signing. "The last person to say that to me was my dad, more than a hundred years ago. It… took me a second to recognize what you said. I never thought-

"Shhh… Link." Bringing him back to her, arms around his waist, she gently ghosted kisses over his forehead, down to his lips, then to the tip of his nose. "You know I will say it as many times as you need to hear it."

Link squirmed a bit as he brought his hand up between them, a bit squished from the close proximity. "Say it now?" He watched her face as he patiently waited for an answer, those curious blue eyes making his princess melt.

She released him, smiling as she moved her hands. "Link…" his ears perked upwards. "I love you."

He was back on her like white on rice, once again pushing her back against the counter, capturing her lips with his, and snaking his hand up into her hair. She giggled into the kiss, tangling both her hands in his own hair, and making his loose ponytail fall out. They kept on until a sudden thought made Link hastily pull back, leaving Zelda balancing against the counter with a lovesick smile, dizzy with glee.

"Wait...wait. I need to-" he paced for a second, Zelda watching, a bit confused before he breathed in and turned and stood in front of her with a beaming smile on his face. "I… I love you too, Zel." He breathed out a breath he had been holding. "I've wanted to say that myself for years."

Still in a slightly lovesick trance, Zelda jumped forward, wrapping him back up in a tight embrace before peppering his face with kisses, making him giggle and laugh, before going back to passionately kissing him slowly. In all her life, she never thought she could be so lucky. They spent their time kissing in the rays of warm sunlight pouring through the windows, happier than they had ever been in their lives, and Zelda was glad she had signed it when she did, and she never went a day without telling him "I love you" ever again.

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currents.49/2023

selections from my week in media [3-9 december 2023]

[reading]

as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel - mdzs canon-divergent, A-Yuan pov

[watching]

Castaway Diva - Well the first episode was devastating (the two young actors were outstandingly good). I didn't expect that in the least, but I'm not mad about it. Episode two introduced my favorite new kdrama family. Only one scene with those four people and I was in love.

For Him - A surprise. I started it on a whim and I'm glad I did, although I may save up episodes and watch it in batches. I'm finding Thai dramas usually work better for me that way. Full reaction to episodes 1-2 found here.

Moon in the Day - I'm loving it, but I have to admit I'm more into the past lives flashbacks than the modern timeline. Do Ha and Han Ri Ta are deeply angsty in the best way. It's so good.

Pit Babe - I feel like most of the posts I see about this show are making fun of the whole omegaverse of it all, and I'm over here bummed that it's barely doing anything with the trope to make it worth calling 'omegaverse.' Where is the world building? Where are the omegas or betas? How are Babe and Charlie treated/viewed by their society for preferring Alphas and how does that inform their characters? So many questions we'll likely never get answers for. Despite that, this was a pretty great episode. Charlie defended Babe from a beating (whether it was staged or not, it was still great) .Babe brooding over Charlie. (He still hasn't changed Charlie's contact in his phone!) Kim continues to model excellent sportsmanship. We got some painful back story for Way and Babe, which helped flesh out Way's pov. And it was all capped off with the first racetrack accident.

The Sign - This week's episode was so interesting. I do feel like I'm missing cultural context, but I love it all the same. I just need to do some research. The festival scenes were fun and I love Sand. She's so great. I'm glad the plot has moved on from training, but bringing their T.O. in was a surprise. I'm curious to see what he brings to the story, and if he's involved with the past lives aspect of the plot.

Twins - Another whim start and I was promptly dismayed by the outright stupidity of the central plot. It makes zero sense, but I'm six episodes in and right now I will stick it out to see what happens with Jack and Mike. I'm invested in those two now. I'm also hoping Zee busts in and reveals all to the team before Sprite can fess up. Give me that delicious melodrama and I'll forgive the terrible plot.

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#moon in the day #for him the series #twins the series #the sign the series #pit babe #castaway diva #thai drama #kdrama #ql drama #tmtrx currents #tmtrx watches dramas #mdzs fic rec

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comfort-questing · 1 year

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alt: soft words

He was no stranger to darkness, or to the sick burning ache of the karmic debt in his bones and body, but this was different, this heaviness that sapped Xiao’s strength and stifled the breath in his weak crackly lungs. Once long ago he’d stumbled on the brink of the void, and a song on the wind had summoned him homeward; this felt disquietingly like that time, but still not quite the same. Open, his eyes refused to focus, the world fractured into fragments of golden grass and harsh sky and blue silken hair or midnight satin against his face. Closed, he was all unmoored in the night, and the jolting rhythm of Ganyu’s stride or the whistle of Yelan’s breaths were the only marker of progress in this endless passage.

The familiar knot of pain beneath his ribs would not let go of him, catching like a poisoned blade at the bottom of each breath. He’d lain there for hours, days in the shadow of the fallen demon’s lair, doused in the karma of its sins. Would the madness find him first, Xiao thought bitterly, or the ruin of his body kill him instead?

He wasn’t ready for this to be the end. But there was no answering rise of strength in his body or spirit this time with that feeble determination, and he was too weary to be properly afraid. He must have slept, or passed out anyway - because by and by there was stillness again, and a pillow under his head, and other voices around him, hushed and urgent.

- gone for days, and we didn’t suspect until -

- found him in the rubble. He spoke to us, but he couldn’t get up -

The sharp cold touch of Qiqi’s small hand and the Cryo that came with it, and the herbal scent of Baizhu’s medicines: he knew where he was now. One effortful moment of opening his eyes confirmed it, in the blurry colors and shapes he managed to glimpse of the pharmacy around him.

- blinked, did you see? -

- Mr. Xiao, you’re here with us, we’re going to help you feel better -

Strong gentle hands realigned the shattered bones in his arm and leg, fresh spikes of agony driving awareness away for some uncertain space of time. The numbness of Cryo brought some measure of relief after, when he came to once again, and the firm security of bandages wrapping his wounds. Someone unfolded a blanket over him, and he huddled into the warmth of it, ashamed of his weakness but too tired to resist.

I’ve seen him hurt before, Baizhu was saying, but this - I don’t know. His physical injuries are grave enough, but the karmic debt on top of that –

- think he may not - make it, sir? (Ganyu’s voice, now, oddly plaintive and unlike her usual strength.)

- send word to our friend at Wangsheng -

Tears prickled at his closed eyelids, to his horror. He’d dragged so many into the orbit of his disaster now, and not even the Vision at his back would answer his call for strength.

But this time there was a hand brushing against his cheek, wiping the tears back, and he blinked slowly upward to see Baizhu’s patient smile as the pharmacist leaned over him.

“There you are, Guardian Yaksha.” Baizhu held a shallow cup to his lips, his opposite hand tilting Xiao’s head up ever so slightly. “Drink this if you can. It’ll help you sleep, and you do need the rest.”

Xiao swallowed obediently, dully. Qiqi’s eyes were saucer-round next to his bedside as the child watched him, Ganyu standing behind her with her hands twisted together.

“Thank - you,” he managed between pained breaths, licking the sour dregs of the medicine off his lips. “You - shouldn’t have - ”

“Yes - yes. But we did, and now you’re safe here.” Baizhu’s chuckle was low and calming. “Go to sleep.”

It wasn’t much of a choice, in the end, but that made it easier almost.

#genshin whump #hurt comfort #whump #febuwhump #febuwhump alt prompt

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wangxianficrecs · 7 months

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hi! i thought this fic has an interesting premise but i cannot read fic where they don't end up together, and i don't mind being spoiled, can you tell me if wwx stays dead?

re this fic:

wangxianficrecs/729283961628557312/as-i-stumble-homewards-by-thepretzel

Hi, spoilers beneath the cut!

No worries, Wei Wuxian gets resurrected as per canon!

~ Mod Kay

#as i stumble homewards #the_pretzel #ask #answer #mod kay

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pinklocksoflove · 10 months

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Nafiif stumbles into the dark streets of this massive city. She had come here with a purpose, she had become increasingly ill from a disease that simply confounded any healers back homeward. There were rumors of a church that is capable of curing any ailment with their ministrations of blood. The Healing Church as it was named.

The woman pulled her cloak close as the rain began to pick up, she was close to where she was told where a clinic was. Already growing weary even if she had only walked a couple blocks. This sickness was debilitating.

Catching sight of the clinic she would have ran to the door if not for the coughing fit she had started. Painfully coughing into her handkerchief reveals she was coughing up blood. She desperately needed the treatment. A young fellow offers Nafiif a hand as she now was on her knees from the fatigue and cough.

"Come to ol' Yharnam to cure that nasty cough, miss? You won't find better anywhere else. Let's get you over there before it gets dark. Won't be a pleasant night but I'm sure you'll probably be getting the best sleep you've had since getting sick." The young man smiles and tips his hat, pulling Nafiif's arm around his shoulder, helping her walk over.

"Thank you stranger. Maybe tomorrow I can find a way to repay this kindness. Once I finish convalescing, that is." Nafiif gives a weary smile as they walk, reaching the door. The young man gives the door a good couple knocks.

"Got one for ya! Best keep her safe overnight!" He turns to Nafiif and pats her on the back.

"Don't worry about returning the kindness just rest and heal. That's enough for me."

The door opens and Nafiif comes inside alone. Taking a seat, waiting for whoever runs the clinic.

#Intro to Nafiif's bloodborne verse #Drabble #Part 1

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lukas-crowsong · 2 years

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i've been thinking about the soul riders in lukas' campervan (i remembered what they're called lmao) like i briefly talked about a little while ago. i was going to draw it but i'm currently stuck in a super fun art block /s, so i wrote about the roadtrip image in my head instead :)

i love including maya as part of the friendship group shenanigans so she's here as well (probably will be in most of my sso writing of the soul riders) :>

i hope you enjoy if you read!

Lukas honked his van's horn. "Ride is here, folks! Homeward bound."

The effect was instant. Alex sprinted for the van, but Lisa shoved her and yanked open the back door, tumbling in. She blocked Alex's way with a foot, kicking threateningly. Linda shooed them out of the way and climbed in after Lisa. Alex tried to squeeze into the third seat but Lisa beat her to it, claiming the entire seat with her guitar case.

Pouting, Alex sulked all the way to the end of the van and opened the doors there. Letting her girlfriend in first, she bowed for Maya, who curtsied graciously in response before tripping on the lip of the van.

"Hurry up, lovebirds," Anne jibed from her place next to Lukas in the passenger seat, having strolled over while the others scuffled. Alex stuck her tongue out at her as Maya rebalanced, but she'd already turned back around.

Everyone strapped in, Lukas started the van forward onto the road.

Immediately, Anne was reaching for dials to blast cold air. Wracked by shivers, Lisa tried to block airflow with her guitar case until Linda shrugged off her cardigan and offered it. Maneuvering around her seatbelt, Alex was tugging her hoodie over her head, shirt underneath hiking up. Maya yelped when she got elbowed, losing her drink out an open window. Lukas fought the urge to release the steering wheel and let them fend for themselves.

Hours later, darkness blanketing Jorvik save for the van's headlights and twinkling stars, things had settled. Songs played softly over the radio; an hour ago they were being raucously recited at full volume.

Tucked away in the back, Maya and Alex were hunched together over a phone, soft blue light pulsating across their faces. Linda was reading while Lisa slept on her shoulder, draped in her knitted cardigan. Lukas glanced over at Anne. She stared at the road ahead (or maybe into middle distance, lost in thought), green eyes half-lidded.

"You can sleep, if you like. I don't need a backseat driver," Lukas said lightly, eyes on the road again.

Anne turned her head to face them. "I'm in a front seat." She said, but her eyes fluttered closed.

It was almost dawn when they reached Valedale. Elizabeth was there in her nightgown and a shawl when Lukas pulled onto her drive. She greeted a zombie-like Alex with a kiss on both cheeks, then accepted Lisa's hug and Maya's shy handshake.

Anne stirred when the engine powered down. She rubbed her eyes. "Did I fall asleep?" She asked, voice soft from lack of use.

"We're here," Lukas said, climbing out to gather his bags from overhead storage.

Following suit, Anne stumbled out of the van. Elizabeth rubbed her arms and smiled, then took a duffle bag from her.

"Come, let's get you inside and into bed."

In the entryway, Lukas toed off their shoes, then stretched and yawned. Elizabeth laid a hand on his shoulder. "Difficult drive?"

Lukas shook their head. "No, just long. And the druids of Northern Jorvik have worked us ragged over the past week. For as much as we learned, we were all eager to come home." A beat passed. "The others could sleep during the drive over, but..."

Elizabeth hummed sagely. "A rest is well deserved. You feel better prepared now, I hope?"

Yawning again, Lukas nodded. "Garnok won't stand a chance," he murmured.

Elizabeth patted their cheek. "Go to bed. Jorvik will be here for you in the morning."

Sighing deeply, Lukas traipsed deeper into the house.

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jere-me--oh-my · 2 years

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This Is Home - a Jeremy Johnson Playlist

The idea of this playlist is that these are all songs that Jeremy listened to while on his way back from Australia (obviously that journey is a lot longer than a 10 song playlist, but these are the songs he actively sought out to listen to during his shuffle time). Enjoy!

Tracklist and explainers under the cut

Track 1: Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel

“Home, where my thought’s escapin’ / Home, where my music’s playing / Home, where my love lies waiting...”

A classic! A masterpiece! Absolutely the song that Jeremy put over the instagram story of him at the airport and then he had it stuck in his head, so naturally he listened to it a couple of times over while waiting to board! While the storyteller in the song may not be on the way home, everyone connects this song with the process of travelling home.

Track 2: I Missed You (acoustic) - Joshua Radin

“I’ve been around the way, been around but not ok, ‘cause I missed you so / just to let you know that I missed you.”

Jeremy actually sent a video home to his parents to show to Suzie of him singing along to this song to prove that he was actually coming home and soon she was going to get her big brother back! She was one of the things he missed most while he was away, and it just killed him to see her feeling like he wasn’t actually coming back, so he had to sing to her to make her smile!

Track 3: The Parting Glass - Trad. (Peter Hollens)

“Of all the comrades that e’er I had, are sorry for my going away / and all the sweethearts that e’er I had would wish me one more day to stay / but since it falls unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not / I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call goodnight and joy be to you all.”

This song was a new find for him. But in the last week he was in Australia he went for drinks with his friends at a bar they loved. There, one of the older guys insisted that they had to send Jeremy off properly, which meant singing The Parting Glass. In a moment he’ll probably remember forever, he, his friends, and a whole bunch of acquaintances sang the song. Probably a little off key, stumbling over the words and the melody, but he felt so wonderfully loved in that moment he simply had to put it on to hold that feeling with him as the plane began to leave.

Track 4: Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

“And I wish you all the love in the world, but most of all, I wish it from myself.”

“Oh Stevie, we’re really in it now.” Half way through the flight to Dubai, and feeling sad, Jeremy put this on to try and comfort himself. While not exactly a happy and upbeat kind of song, he’s always found some comfort in it, the soft tender expressions of love, the simplicity of the piano and guitar and how they only add to the intimacy of the song. Its a happy kind of sad.

Track 5: Waiting For My Real Life To Begin - Colin Hay

“Any minute now, my ship is coming in, and I’ll keep checking the horizon / and I’ll check my machine, there’s sure to be that call / it’s gonna happen soon...”

Here beginneth the emotional spiral. Listen this song is just such a wonderful and beautiful song about uncertainty and in a way hopes and dreams for the future, and love and how love doesn’t always line up with what we have dreamt about. This song cuts deep for Jeremy. His gap year was the most wonderful year, but in many ways he knew it was avoiding reality, the reality of the life his parents have planned for him. The end of that is bittersweet for so many reasons, but not least because he has to put away so many of his dreams, or is expected to. But which is his real life? The life where he sang and played and people clapped and cheered and he brought them smiles and tears? Or the one where he finished his degree and puts on a suit and tie and walks straight into the next 50 years of his life? They both feel so real to him.

Track 6: Orpheus - Sara Bareilles

“Don’t stop, trying to find me here amidst the chaos / though I know its blinding there’s a way out / say out loud / we will not give up on love now...”

Much like with Songbird, he’s listening to this because despite being quite a sad song, it brings him comfort. He can lose himself in how much he enjoys the musicality of it, the comforting, inviting tone of Sara’s voice and how it sounds so perfectly like she’s singing directly to a lover. Certain fragments always jumped out at him, like “You miss the world, the one you knew, the one where everything made sense because you didn’t know the truth,” which always feels like growing up to him. Or “I’ll show you good, restore your faith, I’ll try and somehow make a meaning of the poison in this place.” which feels like an artists mission statement. “If the bottom drops out, I hope my love was someone else’s solid ground.” When he loves, he loves so very solidly and patiently, he always hopes that he can give that solid platform to people by believing in them, by being patient and kind, and loving them.

Track 7: The Weakness In Me - Joan Armatrading

“Why do you come here, when you know I’ve got troubles enough / Why do you call me when you know I can’t answer the phone / make me lie when I don’t want to / and make someone else some kind of unknowing fool / you make me stay when I should not / Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me?”

Switching his wifi back on, Jeremy quickly turned off his music. A message from Sophie, commenting “Fly safe xx” in reply to his insta story. This is not new. He never talks about it but all the while he was in Australia she would reply to his stories, or send him messages. She even video-called him sometimes. Usually when it was late in the UK and nobody else would answer, or when she was walking home from nights out, or when she was sulking with her new boyfriend... who she never once warned him about, for the record, she simply announced to the world and let him find out that way. She never stopped. She still keeps him half stuck in this holding pattern, expecting him to be there for her no matter how she treats him, or that they’re not together anymore. And he always answers. So yeah. Sometimes it is his god-given right to be dramatic about it and have a good power-ballad.

Track 8: Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene - Hozier

“I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful / toying somewhere between love and abuse / calling to join them the wretched and joyful / shaking the wings of their terrible youths.”

Determined to pick himself up, Jere resorts to something bringing happier memories. Out there on the internet is a video of him taking the lead on this song with a house band at the bar in Australia. Its one of the things he sees when he closes his eyes, the way the lights sparked off his bandmates, how they all joined together on the choruses, dancing about like idiots on the stage. It’s got an infectious drum line, beautiful syncopation in the guitar, clear gospel influences, and an absolutely dutty guitar solo that lets a baritone singing guitarist have an absolute moment in the sun singing this song.

Track 9: These Hands - Samm Henshaw

“This fate is not my destiny, so I’m shaping it with these hands / Oh well I giving and giving it all / Oh and I give ‘till I can’t give no more / I’m working on my masterpiece, and I’m making it with these hands.

These hands are only made of flesh and bone / And I’ll stand not ready to give up on hope.”

Having a main character moment, this is the sort of song Jeremy just needs to hear sometimes. In a particular moment of rebellion, he resolved that he wasn’t going to lose music. He was going to find a way to make it work so that he could keep pleasing his parents and himself, but he resolved that he was never going to give it up. Sure, music might be a lot of hard work that could never pay off. But there is nothing he’d rather put the hours in for.

Track 10: This Is Home - Switchfoot

“This is home, now I’m finally where I belong (where I belong) / Yeah this is home, I’ve been searching for a place of my own / now I’ve found it, maybe this is home.

After all my searching / after all my questions / I’m gonna call it home / I’ve got a brand new mindset / I can finally see the sunset / I’m gonna call it home...”

I think this track best sums up Jeremy’s really complicated feelings about being back in Swynlake that he literally just will not talk about. Because the ‘home’ that the song speaks about is actually two places for him. There’s the home that is Swynlake. The place he was raised, that his family lives in, that holds all his memories, the place he was literally going home to. But the place of his own? The place he felt like he was able to belong? That wasn’t Swynlake. And it’s not so much about the place as it is about the expectations and who he was in either place.

But well. Will he go back to the way it was? Or will he be brave enough to fight to make it his own? Certainly in that moment he felt brave enough.

“I’ve come too far, and I won’t go back... yeah this is home.”

#jtunes #swyntask #when I say that music is the only time he shows his emotions... this is meta this is me doing it too #I felt like I got to know him so well by doing this though <3 #so many things in his head that he literally will just never talk about #it was like writing little diary entries for him #and yes I did indeed include a song from the narnia soundtrack its a banger and inspired the whole thing #hence saving the title track for the end

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thompsborn · 2 years

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last line tag!

thank you for the tag @sarah-sandwich !!

so, homeward bound will be getting updated before the end of may, but it’s been over two months since chapter eight was posted. it feels fitting (and kind of like an apology lmao) that my last lines are from chapter nine. here you go!!

The thing is, he’s… sad?

Sad might not be the best word for it, actually.

He’s heavy. He feels it when he breathes, and when he walks, and when he looks in the mirror and wonders if anyone who knew him Before would even recognize him now, in the After, with the scars that his healing can’t fix and the purpling bags under his eyes and the shadows that seem to cling to him, like a darkness lurking over his shoulders, a manifestation of his past, his trauma’s, his mistakes, always following him, always lying in wait for the perfect time to target, to viciously, ruthlessly attack.

The peak of it was on the anniversary, and in the days leading up to it—he spiraled, and he spiraled, until there was nothing left to spiral into, until he hit rock bottom in the darkness and the abyss of his mind swallowed him whole. But, in the mess and the mayhem, he subconsciously, without thinking or meaning to or realizing it, seeked out comfort—stumbled his way to the Late Night Latte and found Harley, and he let it happen, to an extent, when Harley and Harry and Gwen stepped in throughout the day to help.

When Harley grabbed the first aid kit—Harry wiped away dried blood—Gwen guided his head to her shoulder when he couldn’t stop himself from crying—Harley never left his side, hovered, a constant reassurance—Harry fluttered about, so unsure of what to do but always wanting to do something to help—Gwen made little jokes, ones that made Peter snort, even when he had snot and tears on his face—

They helped.

Peter… Peter used to let people help. Not without putting up a fight, usually—he’s always had a thing about that, always felt guilty about people putting effort and time into him, but it was something they all worked on back then, something everyone assured him he didn’t need to worry about. Ned would laugh like he was telling the funniest joke in the world and say, “Dude, you’re my best friend. Of course I’m going to help you.” May would roll her eyes, click her tongue and shake her head with that specific sort of smile that always made Peter feel sheepish for trying to insist she not waste her time on him—and she’d tell him, without fail, that it was never a waste of her time if it was time spent together.

“You’re my boy,” she told him once. He was only thirteen at the time—before the spider bite, but well after Ben; it had been just the two of them for quite some time by that point. She had a smile on her face, one that was wide and toothy, his hand held in hers. “Your parents left you to us, you know? So, you’re my boy. My kid. My little Peter, the best kid in the whole damn world, and spending time with you is the best way to spend my time. If I had the choice, it’s how I’d spend all of my time—just you and me.”

It’s just me and you, okay?

Peter shudders. He’s got a pen in hand, clutched a little too tight in his grip, tapping against the blank page of his notebook—they’re on day four back from Thanksgiving break, but his mind hasn’t seemed to switch back on since the four (five, since he skipped class on that Wednesday to go to FEAST) day weekend, and words keep swimming in front of him while his brain wanders down paths and alleyways.

He doesn’t like where this particular path is leading, so he backtracks, but he doesn’t go very far back, the topic sticking—Ned and May always helped, yes, but Michelle did, too. Bluntly, at times, but soft spoken as well, once she started to feel comfortable enough around him and Ned to show her gentler side. Showing her care and her concern and assisting however she could in the ways she knew how whenever and wherever possible—laughing right alongside Ned, as if Peter had to be joking, as if implying that she wouldn’t help was nothing but a funny implication to never be taken seriously.

Tony—

Tony has a daughter.

Peter doesn’t really… think about it, a whole lot. He doesn’t avoid thinking about it, but he doesn’t seek out the thoughts, either, because whenever he remembers Morgan, he remembers her at Tony’s funeral, one of the only clear images he has from the blur of a day. He thinks about the fact that he was there for Tony’s last moments and the man’s daughter wasn’t able to say goodbye.

He thinks that Tony did so much to help him—gave him his suit, stepped up after the homecoming chaos and guided him and became family in the process—and right after risking his life to bring Peter back with half of the universe, Peter wasn’t able to save the man from dying in the end.

Maybe that’s what it is, then.

He’s heavy—it’s sadness, yes. It’s grief, and it’s anger, and it’s trauma, and it’s guilt. It’s fear, too.

He is so, so afraid.

Harley helped. Harry helped. Gwen helped. Peter wanted them to help—he does, he wants them to be around him, can’t keep forcing himself to try and push them away, has accepted the fact that those three are some stubborn motherfuckers who will track him down if he tried to disappear. That initial urge to run and hide and shove and cower away—it’s there, maybe, in a way, but it’s shifted, it’s adapted. He wants to protect them, and he wants to enjoy their company, and he doesn’t want to repeat history.

Because Ned helped, and Michelle helped, and May helped, and Tony helped, and… well, two of them are dead—Peter could have saved them, failed—and the other two almost died, would have died, actually; literally the only way to save them along with the rest of the world was to have everyone forget his entire existence.

When will people wake up and realize that everywhere Spider-Man goes, chaos and calamity ensue. Everything Spider-Man touches comes to ruin—and we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces.

It’s cyclonic, this spiral of thoughts. The voice he hears isn’t just his own. No matter what, he can’t avoid the inevitability of the arrival of it all, nor the madness it brings.

tags: anyone who wants to do this! tag me as the person who tagged you if you do this bc you saw my post pls, i wanna see ppls last lines!!!

#this is an entire scene lmao #my writing #homeward bound

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