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rose-tinted-vision · 4 months
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Tales from Tianji Manor
relationship: Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua
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double update today! To make up for not posting last week (⁠^⁠~⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ
Chapter 5
There were a few things that He Xiaohui noticed about her son's relationship within two months of their residence at her Manor.
One: Between the three of them, wherever Li Lianhua went, the other two would always follow.
If he went back to the Lotus Tower to nap, they would follow, bearing blankets and pillows from Xiaobao’s room. If he went to the kitchen, they would follow, with Xiaobao nagging all the way about the last dish that he made. If he decided to sit on the roof to stargaze, they would follow with drinks in hand.
They were like little ducklings, He Xiaohui decided. Trailing after Li Lianhua as one would after imprinting.
But it was probably also just for their own assurance, that he was still alive and with them. She knows how that feels, the all-engulfing panic that almost consumes a person is not one she would like to go through again.
She could not begrudge them for needing the comfort of seeing their loved one alive.
Two: Her son did not deal well with waking up alone.
The one time Xiaohua and A-Fei woke up before her son, he had nearly torn the room apart in his panic.
He Xiaohui only managed to catch a glimpse of him dashing across the courtyard in a flurry, yelling for Li Lianhua as he ran towards the Lotus Tower, leaving a horde of confused servants in his wake.
A-Fei had immediately flown over to intercept Xiaobao at his shout, sweeping up Xiaobao into his arms while muttering lowly to the other, a scene that had the servant girls blushing, averting their gazes from the couple.
He was soon followed by Li Lianhua, who'd looked as frenzied as Xiaobao had, evidently distressed by whatever was going on.
(The guilty expression on Li Lianhua's face did not go unnoticed by He Xiaohui.
There was a history there, she knows, Something that explained why her son suddenly developed abandonment issues.
But she would not pry. Her son was not a kid anymore, his relationship matters were not hers to meddle in. She trusted that they would work through it on their own).
Three: They shared clothes. More specifically, clothes made by Li Lianhua.
Something she had noticed when they returned to her Tianji Manor was that Xiaobao had not touched the wardrobe in his room at all. Robes made of the finest silk made by top notch seamstresses. And yet he had not returned to wearing any of those.
Instead, what He Xiaohui saw Xiaohua wearing one day would be worn by A-Fei a week later, and what Xiaobao wore one day would be worn by Xiaohua the next. It was as if they shared a wardrobe.
They probably did, all things considered, having been sharing such a small space together.
She had offered to buy them more robes and thus brought Xiaobao down to the market with her, bringing up their clothes sharing habit as casually as she could.
“Well, most of A-Fei’s old clothes were bought by Jiao Liqiao, so he does not want to wear those, and some of my old robes got quite battered so Li Lianhua helped me to patch those up,” Xiaobao said, barely sparing a glance to the dazzling array of clothes on display, “I guess we just started sharing clothes somewhere along the way.”
He Xiaohui takes this information in, tucks it away with the rest of the stuff she had gathered in her “Xiaobao's partners” folder.
“Xiaohua is skilled at sewing, then?” She asks, because there was a difference between being able to patch clothes up and being able to actually make robes.
(And well, she had also heard of Xiaohua’s infamous cooking skills. Knowing how to do something and being good at it were separate matters).
“He mentioned that he made his robes, so I suppose,” Xiaobao hums thoughtfully, before running off to a stand possessing rolls upon rolls of all sorts of cloths, “A-Fei would look good in this colour, don't you think? And this would suit that Si Li Lianhua.”
Chapter 6: an intermission
Fang Duobing is 16 when his xiaoyi returns from an expedition with a roughed up looking stranger. A weird, unkempt stranger.
His xiaoyi had introduced him as Zhan Yunfei, a name that Fang Duobing recognized. Though could hardly believe that the man standing before him really was the legendary Zhan Yunfei, master of the Wufeng sword.
Zhan Yunfei had been rumoured to be someone who cared very much about maintaining his pristine appearance, who never had a single strand of hair out of place, nary a wrinkle in his robes, his sword always kept perfectly polished.
The rumours did not match up with what he was seeing. This man who claimed to be Zhan Yunfei was neither neat nor tidy. His borrowed robes were worn carelessly, ill-fitting and wrinkled, and never had he once combed his hair, choosing to let it remain in its unruly nest.
Xiaoyi had claimed to have found him in the forest, barely clinging onto consciousness as he tried to fight her off.
(He very nearly did, his xiaoyi admits afterwards. She only narrowly managed to subdue him).
They had chosen to let Zhan Yunfei stay, with his xiaoyi pledging to take responsibility if he turned out to be a thief. Or conversely, if anything happened to the man under their care.
He had braely spoke to anyone during his recuperation period, under the excuse of meditation to regain his inner qi, coupled with his daily physical rehabilitation.
Fang Duobing, who had initially been excited at the prospect of being able to witness the Wufeng sword in action, had been sorely disappointed. Why was the healing process so slow? But Zhan Yunfei wasn't going anywhere, so he could wait it out, he supposes. His tutor had said that patience was a virtue, and the making of a good man.
(And he had heard the guards whispering that Zhan Yunfei had lost to his xiaoyi in bet- lost in a fight, so he had to stay).
He had been thrilled to learn that his xiaoyi, with his mother's approval, had appointed him as an official guardian of their Manor, where he could put his skills to good use. Yet another opportunity for him to watch the famed Wufeng sword in action!
It took a while, but Fang Duobing eventually got used to having Zhan Yunfei around.
The man would not give into his begging for stories of the jianghu, would not tell him stories about Li Xiangyi, and only responded to his xiaoyi.
But he did allow Fang Duobing to spar with him, dispensing curt but effective advice everytime he lost against him. (The score was now 315-0 in Zhan Yunfei’s favour, but Fang Duobing believed that his day would come. One day).
Fang Duobing knows that Brother Zhan did not approve of his insistence on joining the Baichuan Court, that the other man did not like the people there much- a story that Fang Duobing swore he would get out of him one day- but he did not stop him from attending their annual acceptance examinations either.
Year after year, Brother Zhan would be waiting at the back of the Manor where he snuck out from, radiating disapproval even as he asked if he really was sure of his choice.
Each year, Fang Duobing would respond with the same line.
“My shifu is definitely still alive. he's not dead. I'll join Baichuan Court and wait for him to come back.”
And every time, Brother Zhan would crack a slight smile at that line, allowing him to pass. It felt good to know that he was not the only one who believed that Li Xiangyi was not dead.
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justalildumpling · 4 months
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guys i want to write so bad but like😭😭 where is the motivation
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zedif-y · 8 months
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birthday headcanon :]
impulse and bdubs are still bound to each other. in fact, they have been since the beginning. since that fateful moment in third life, where bdubs betrayed him for a clock.
theyre not bound in a traditional soulmate way, not usually. the narrative itself has stuck them together and they cannot be pulled apart. theres this pull, this instinctive draw that keeps them as each others doom and livelihood at the same time. back and forth. the wither impulse built leading to bdubs death in last life. the soulmates in double life. etho, skizz, and tango swapping out bdubs one life game for impulse in a later one. bdubs final death and impulses hands in limited life.
and of course, the clock impulse hands over time and time again.
they physically cannot stay away from each other. narrative counterparts for as long as the games go on. they can feel the pull. they know when the other one dies.
- headc-anon
(side note, did tumblr eat my other asks? i think ive sent a couple that didnt get posted)
OH MY GOD!!! THIS IS VERY SWEET OF YOU, I APPRECIATE THE LITTLE BIRTHDAY GIFT<3
i'm going to be . thinking about this for a long while. soulmates in the sense that they will be each other's doom. soulmates in the sense that no matter how far they run nor how hard they fight it, they will tear each other apart, one way or another.
but in the same vein: the hand that breaks will also mend. the hand that kills you will also hold you gently. the lips that tear into your throat will kiss you oh so sweetly.
i miss impdubs so much </3
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pigeonwit · 7 months
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every time i want to express a newsies opinion i remember the time i made one vague comment about a fic in the newsies ao3 tag and got more responses than my 10 follower having ass had ever gotten, none of which were about the fic i was actually talking about, all of which became more polarizing, judgemental and aggressive on both ends of an argument that i was not making, and then got accused of being an anti-intellectual pro-censorship sanitizer of queer fanfic who clearly needs to grow up. and again none of this was even close to the fic i was referencing.
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kirishwima · 7 months
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should i..also participate in something like flufftober or other october writing prompts
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revasserium · 5 months
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I swear every time I read one of your fics I legit start hyperventilating, kicking my feet- going into cardiac arrest occasionally.
Anyway, I just wanted to say I love your writing and please have a good day and don’t overwork yourself ❤️
sldkfjowied thank you <3 it rly does mean a lot u__u i know i haven’t been posting much lately but i promise i haven’t left!! i’m still here and reading ur messages/replies/reblog tags really does make my day! <3 you have a good day too darling!
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hehosts · 1 year
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teruthecreator · 9 months
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apwheads start prepping the finale hype
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jrueships · 9 months
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Ghee you’re account funny asf 🤣🤭
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TY!!!!!!!!!!!!@🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🥰🥰‼️‼️
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fwob · 1 year
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one day ill be brave enough to post abt my aus
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literaturebf · 2 years
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can't write anything or access my journal or my bed for a month and i thought it would be fine but it's not. i have so many thoughts nowhere to put them i won't survive
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goldenliartrash · 2 years
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rooftop-boys · 3 months
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I thought of a cute erasercloud fic idea at work I'm going to try to write it help me manifest
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lexsssu · 1 year
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Hey, I've been a fan of your work for a little while and your self-indulgent fics have inspired me to write my own self-indulgent smut. I only have one chapter complete rn, but it's given me an emotional boost and given me some confidence in my smut writing.
So I just wanted to thank you for writing and posting your works. Seriously, they're a huge inspiration, and I hope to be as good at writing smut one day.
I actually saw this yesterday, but I had to take some time to digest it and reread it several times before I could answer asdfghjkl
First & foremost, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my very obviously self-indulgent thirsty works! At first I was also scared to put my writing out there for everyone to see, especially since I know damn well that I'm not the type to write any literary masterpieces or any thought-provoking stuff
I'm literally just writing stuff for my own happiness despite how cringy it might come off to some people and I'm so glad I can somehow encourage others to also whip up their own self-indulgent pieces too asdfghjkl
If you're comfy with sharing, I'd be glad to read whatever you come up with once it's published ( ´ ▽ ` )
Anyways, good luck with your writing anon and I pray for your continued writing inspiration and motivation (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡
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leonsi · 2 years
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this is the worst essay i have ever written.
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miniimight · 5 months
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Hiiii idk if you’re doing requests rn but I just ADORE how you write Izuku and katsuki like omg-
Anyways- my meds are causing me some crazy nightmares lately and I was wondering how they would handle you waking up from a nightmare???
If you don’t take requests then forget this ever happened :’)
Have a nice day byeeeeee!!!
NIGHTMARES you wake up in a start and wake them up in the process
with izuku & katsuki
notes guys i know ive been away for way too long im so sorry!!! :( i'm in the process of moving so it's stressful T-T thanks for the request, anon, hope those nightmares got/get better :( <3
it was so vivid. your mind sunk into an alternate reality that captured all your senses. you felt yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, faster and faster—
your body jolted upright with a breathless yell and a sharp gasp, the world stilling for a mere second...
and then you leaned over your knees, your lungs racing to catch up with your need for oxygen. your chest felt tight and you squeezed your eyes, remembering that your boyfriend was laying peacefully beside you.
you peeked to your side and found him staring right back—wide, bright eyes piercing into your own—sending a shock through your body.
IZUKU
"god, izuku, you scared me—" you sighed, your hand pressing on your stomach as if that would make the uneasy feeling disappear.
"i scared you?" he sat up further, scooching closer to your side. "you scared me, angel. are you okay? you're out of breath, honey. let's do it together, okay?"
you whimpered softly as you tried to follow his guide. izuku could tell you were in distress and it took everything to stop himself from overwhelming you with questions. he just laced his fingers with yours and squeezed.
"good job, honey." izuku praised you ever-so-softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "feeling a bit better?"
you nodded, frowning. "m'sorry for waking you—"
"angel." he whined, letting his eyes do all the talking. "don't do that! please, don't do that." he actually sounded offended.
you looked away from him, your throat hurting from holding back tears. "it's been happening all the time, though, and you need your rest. maybe i should take the guest room?" you were more talking to yourself than anything, but izuku refused to let you entertain such an idea.
izuku's shoulders slumped, the shock fading as drowsiness began to overtake him. he smiled lazily, fighting a yawn. "y/n, even if i knew you would wake me up every night for the rest of time, i'd still choose to be here beside you."
you turned to face him, the horror of your nightmare slowly fading to the back of your mind. "really?"
"really." he confirmed.
you smiled, letting your head rest on your knees as you stared at him lovingly.
the rustle of sheets and whistle of wind reminded the both of you that it was indeed the middle of the night. izuku tugged you closer by your waist, pulling you back onto the bed. he groaned softly, stretching a little before he relaxed against you. "did you wanna talk about it?"
you pursed your lips. curling into his embrace, you immediately felt warmer. "...not right now."
he kissed your forehead. "don't worry, i'll always be right here to protect you from anything your head throws at you. you just tell me and let me at 'em." he kissed you again before wrapping both arms around you.
his steady breathing and soft snores brought a fond smile to your face. you found yourself falling asleep despite the night's events.
KATSUKI
you both stared at each other for a good few seconds before you spoke up.
"sorry for waking you," you mumbled, still having trouble managing your breathing. you turned away from him, pressing your palms into your eyes.
"no," he whispered with a softness reserved for you only. "you didn't wake me."
you stared at him through the darkness and could see him so clearly. "katsuki—"
"shh, it's okay, baby." he gave you a soft smile, once again reassuring you. "come 'ere."
you sniffed as you inched closer. katsuki gently took your arm and pulled you the rest of the way right into his arms. his hand fell to your waist, tracing little shapes and lines as he allowed you time.
"wanna talk about it?" he asked.
you shook your head.
"okay." he squeezed your shoulder, kissing your cheek. he figured you'd tell him when you were ready—the last thing he wanted to do was stress you out even more. it was hard, not to get all the answers on what was bothering was you... it was in his nature to want to make all your problems go away. "what do you need?"
you hand wound around his torso, hugging him back. "um..." you shuddered as you breathed in. "just you."
he smiled against your skin. "yeah? promise you're not holding back on me?"
you giggled. "yes."
"cuz you know i'd do literally anything—"
you sat up slightly, turning to face him with a swat to his chest. your face burned and it was a struggle to recall the images of your nightmare. "katsuki! oh my god."
"what?" he scrunched his nose. his eyes never left you. "it's true."
you returned to your spot between his arm. "just you."
"whatever you say." he pressed his lips to your temple before he got comfy. he sighed. "goodnight, pretty. wake me when those stupid nightmares bug you again, okay?"
your heart fluttered and your smile grew out of your control. "okay."
© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3
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