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Fic: the thing with feathers, ch. 10

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Yú Zǐyuān, Jiāng Fēngmián & Yú Zǐyuān, Jiāng Yànlí & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Fēngmián & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Qǐrén & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Yú Zǐyuān, Yínzhū, Jīnzhū, Lán Jǐngyí, Jiāng Fēngmián, Jiāng Yànlí, Lán Qǐrén, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén

Additional Tags: Transmigration, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Crying, Music, Nosebleed, Fear, Recovery, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Flirting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: A day in the market turns into a philosophical challenge for Lan XiChen.

Notes: Ren is a Confucian concept involving the virtue of altruism and humanity/humaneness. XiChen is lost in his teachings and how what he’s learning at Lotus Pier connect to those teachings at the end here, so we have reference to many ancient Chinese philosophers. I almost had this chapter in Madam Yu’s perspective, but I realized XiChen’s would be better. He’s changing too—particularly important because (at least imo) canon XiChen was very passive because of the rules he felt he needed to abide by. He’s being challenged by this experience. So are all the other characters, as we can see with Madam Yu in this chapter. The Chinese suffix -men is a way to turn certain words plural, often general words rather than specific. Thus, referring to the fact that they will have many martial brothers and sisters (younger and older) would justify the use. I know this only because of the wonderful @merakilyy​, who has on multiple occasions been kind enough to answer my questions about Chinese language usage. Also, xingan literally means heart and liver and is kind of the equivalent of “my heart and soul.”

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Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 

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Living at Lotus Pier had been strange for XiChen for many reasons, not the least of which was spending so much less time with WangJi. He knew he wasn’t unwelcome by any means—Wei WuXian always greeted him with a smile and was happy to include him in lunch and their afternoon music sessions when he stopped by. But XiChen had always been friendly with his fellow disciples and had his friendship with Nie MingJue; Wei WuXian was WangJi’s first friend, the first person he’d allowed close enough, the first person who didn’t seem intimidated by what had often been interpreted as coldness.

He was afraid, during the weeks Wei WuXian was unconscious, that whatever WangJi had seen in the boy that had led him to give him their mother’s rattle drum all those years ago would lead him to grieve just as hard for this boy as he had their mother if he died. But he had woken, and despite the amnesia had glommed onto WangJi, as though by virtue of being the first person he remembered, he had imprinted, for lack of a better word. And WangJi seemed happy with their friendship.

So XiChen joined them for lessons each morning with shufu, often finding himself fascinated by the questions Wei WuXian asked, questions no Lan would think of. Though it isn’t clear how much was memory loss and how much was a freer upbringing, he could tell those questions sometimes challenged shufu, though he never lost his temper.

The most fascinating one so far was “Who decided what’s right and what’s wrong? What if they’re wrong?”

Shufu had asked for an example, and clearly hadn’t expected the boy to come up with one, but he had, a far-away look in his eyes.

“Like one part of a clan does something really evil, and people decide to wipe out the whole clan so it can never happen again. And everyone says it’s justified, but they let kids and civilians get killed. But if anyone tries to stop it people say they’re bad.”

XiChen had just stared, glancing finally at his uncle, who looked nonplussed. Shufu even asked if Wei WuXian heard of this occurring, and the boy just shrugged.

“The cultivation world can be wrong,” shufu finally answered, “and can fail in our obligations to the people. No human is infallible.”

Wei WuXian sometimes seemed to be far away during lessons, head tilted as though deep in thought, but shufu was quite tolerant of this given that he was still recovering, and given that he still seemed to take in what they were learning.

Overall, XiChen found Wei WuXian fascinating, and thought he was the right person to bring WangJi out of his shell. Already his brother was trying new things: foods, music, swimming lessons. Sect Leader Jiang had asked if both of them would like training in the Jiang style sword forms, even, and WangJi had nodded. WangJi smiled, even tiny ones most people didn’t notice, more in the last few weeks since Wei WuXian woke than he had since their mother died.

Even shufu seemed impacted by Lotus Pier. XiChen was able to help teach Jiang YanLi to read music and adjust to playing the konghou, the first time he was allowed to teach. He had never played one himself, but teaching her to read music had been fun, and he found her company pleasing—they were never unaccompanied as it would be inappropriate, generally with shufu overseeing or one of Madam Yu’s maids in the room. She had already gotten blisters from playing her beginner konghou but seemed unbothered by them. 

“I had to get used to developing callouses from chopping vegetables,” she confessed to him. “I know this is part of the process.

He had the opportunity during lunches with her, WangJi, and Wei WuXian in the infirmary to enjoy her cooking—her talent in that regard was unmistakable. She was also a quick learner, and he admired her commitment to becoming a healer, particularly after learning she had to commit to improving her weak cultivation to do so. XiChen had actually learned several techniques from listening to shufu advise her.

He found her quite admirable. 

But more, shufu just today invited XiChen and WangJi to be open with their emotions with him, where he’d previously lectured them on excessive emotion. And he had cancelled lessons for the first time since XiChen could remember!

They were sent off with the Jiangs and Wei WuXian to enjoy the town, the first time circumstances had allowed it. Madam Yu’s somewhat scary personal maids and a couple disciples accompanied them, all carrying baskets for purchases. 

This excursion was significantly different from the one he and WangJi had undertaken shortly after Wei WuXian woke. For one, they had no clear goal, the pace leisurely. For another, it was the first time Wei WuXian had left Lotus Cove since the attack and his illness. He carried his sword as he had not in Lotus Cove, his recovery having exempted him from the custom. In many ways, this was him rejoining the world as a cultivator. 

Immediately, townspeople reacted to seeing him, and the younger boy was clearly a little overwhelmed, clinging to WangJi’s arm and attempting polite smiles. WangJi, for his part, frowned at people who got too close. Jiang WanYin flanked Wei WuXian’s other side, a bit like a bodyguard. Jiang YanLi walked in front of him, greeting the people kindly and letting them know her brother was still recovering. When gifts were given, she placed the parcel in one of the baskets carried by a disciple or maid. 

Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu were at Jiang WanYin’s side, arm in arm, politely greeting the people as well.

XiChen walked beside WangJi, watching the proceedings with interest; the people of Lotus Pier clearly had great affection for the Jiangs. It was a relationship that differed greatly from that of Cloud Recesses and Caiyi, the nearest town. But Lotus Cove was nestled aside the city and aided most of the commerce in town. It was a symbiotic relationship, and the gifts represented the esteem the town held for their role in its success. 

“Yingying!” rang out across the market, coming from an elderly woman manning a baozi stall. “Come give popo a hug.”

To XiChen’s surprise, the boy brightened and broke away from WangJi’s side to approach the woman, who pulled him into her arms in a gentle but firm embrace.

“Popo was so worried. I heard you were sick.”

Wei WuXian nodded, looking up at her.

“I… Popo, I lost all my memories,” he admitted. “But you sent the baozi and I remembered you.”

The woman looked up at Sect Leader Jiang, who nodded grimly. Tears filled her eyes. 

“Oh, you poor child. That must be frightening. Let me wrap up some baozi, extra spicy for you and some mild for your siblings and friends. You can come to popo anytime.”

She released him from her embrace and then handed Wei WuXian a fresh bun. Watching him eat reminded XiChen none of them had breakfast, but the woman handed out buns to each of them.

“You Lan don’t like meat, as I recall, so here are some stuffed with bok choy, mushrooms, and tofu.”

The woman wrapped up more, ignoring her customers, who didn't seem upset, instead chatting with the Jiangs animatedly.

The baozi was delicious, though spicier than XiChen was used to. WangJi and the Jiang children seemed to similarly enjoy theirs. Popo gave Wei WuXian one last hug and then waved them off with an order to come visit more.

Madam Yu and Sect Leader Jiang alternated between talking to townspeople and looking at each other in a way XiChen sometimes saw between courting couples. He tried not to watch, instead paying attention to the people who approached and the wares in the stalls they passed. 

Wei WuXian’s admission to popo was spread as quickly as word had spread of WangJi and XiChen’s connection to Wei WuXian the day they bought the rattle drum, and people were gentler in their approach to the boy, offering their names and details to help him.

Largely they were met with blank looks and apologies, which they waved off amiably. But occasionally Wei WuXian smiled widely as a shred of memory returned, and he greeted them as well as he could. These moments were precious, he came to see, both to the townspeople and the Jiangs. 

The toy maker they visited greeted him enthusiastically and after a whisper from WangJi, Wei WuXian thanked him for the dizi, bowing properly with his sword. 

“I play it every day,” he told the man, who beamed proudly. “Lan Zhan plays the guqin with me.”

“When we heard you were ill, the wife and I made it with you in mind. You’ll want a proper dizi eventually, but we hoped it’d cheer you up.”

Sect Leader Jiang paused at that.

“A proper dizi?” he asked.

The toy maker bowed to the sect leader.

“For musical cultivation, if young master Wei decides to do that,” he clarified. “I’m afraid I don’t have the skill to craft spiritual tools, only toys.”

Jiang FengMian looked thoughtful, and Jiang YanLi spoke up.

“It would be lovely to learn musical cultivation together with a-Xian, a-die.”

She shared a glance with WangJi, and XiChen realized they had been discussing this matter.

“I’m learning to wield a whip, too, so it makes sense for him to learn that,” Jiang WanYin added.

XiChen realized they were glancing at Madam Yu surreptitiously, and he could guess this was a sore spot.

WangJi once, in a rare moment when Wei WuXian was otherwise occupied, had expressed concern over Madam Yu’s occasional hostility, and XiChen had noticed the same. She seemed to be trying to do better, but from what he had heard from disciples while training on the field, she held resentment for Wei WuXian. She had changed since the attack, but old habits were hard to break.

Madam Yu, though, made a thoughtful noise. 

“He could potentially learn the songs that have helped with the resentful energy. Could that aid in his further recovery?”

XiChen realized the question was directed at him and scrambled to answer.

“I don’t know, but it would give the Jiang sect a second musical cultivator who could help with such matters,” he said, striving both for diplomacy and to help the Jiang siblings and WangJi with their quest.

“Xingan, what do you think?” Sect Leader Jiang asked, looking at Madam Yu.

She blushed when she realized he was speaking to her. The term of endearment seemed to take her by surprise, and she smiled in a way XiChen hadn’t seen before. 

“A spiritual instrument is a good investment in his future cultivation,” she finally said. “I hope to have a-Cheng training with zidian in the next year as well.”

“We’re raising fine children, my lady,” the sect leader said.

Her smile grew, the flush spreading across her face, but she turned to Wei WuXian.

“A-Ying, we’ll find someone to make you a dizi that will serve as a fine spiritual tool.”

The boy smiled up at her, clearly happy with the idea.

“Thank you, shenshen. I’ll work hard.”

“Not too hard until you’re better,” Madam Yu said, patting his head affectionately.

The Jiang siblings shared a triumphant look with WangJi and XiChen caught Jiang FengMian looking at them indulgently—he clearly recognized their plot and had played into it while allowing them to believe they were being sneaky.

XiChen had never seen adults act like that before, but he was certain it instilled confidence in the Jiang siblings and perhaps even WangJi, which wasn’t a bad thing. It was a bit dishonest but with good intentions, an odd grey area. 

The adults approached several stalls and purchased gifts for the children—even WangJi and XiChen, to his surprise. Wei WuXian was given a new guan for his crown, an elegant lotus carved of deep purple lavender jade, something that seemed almost a message, Madam Yu picking it out personally. 

Jiang WanYin received huwan to protect his wrists during whip training, elegant with purple lacing and metal inlaid for extra protection. Maiden Jiang received mortar and pestle for learning to make medicines, crafted of a light lavender jade that had variation in color ranging from white to deep purple. The gifts were clearly meant to show support for their recent cultivation decisions. 

WangJi and XiChen were gifted matching purple and blue tassels with a lovey carved medium-hued lavender jade lotus attached to hang from their belts beside the charms that allowed them in and out Cloud Recesses.

“To remind you of your stay,” Sect Leader Jiang told them.

It seemed he was unaware of the significance of the jade tokens they wore, and of the rule against unnecessary adornments, but XiChen was certain shufu would be fine with them. After all, they were a representation of the connection they had forged to the Jiang sect. 

“And to serve as an entry token if you need to revisit Lotus Cove,” Madam Yu added. “Our disciples will recognize the gift.”

He noticed they had purchased more, and that the seller didn’t have them available publicly, and realized perhaps they did know, even if their tokens didn’t have the same properties as the Lan ones. Likely the extra tokens were for shufu and the healers. 

XiChen examined his, noting the craftsmanship of the lotus, how real, if miniature, each petal seemed. It was set into a silver disc through which the tassel’s cord threaded, held in place with knots and flat paler purple jade beads carved to resemble the Jiang sect flag’s lotus symbol.

WangJi, he saw, was already affixing the token to his belt to hang beside and behind his Lan token. XiChen did the same, then he and WangJi bowed to Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu in thanks for the gifts. 

The tokens didn’t have the Jiang clarity bell the sect wore, but that was unsurprising; unless he or WangJi joined the sect, they would not receive one. Yu ZiYuan had reminded Wei WuXian to don his today, on his first trip out of Lotus Cove, and it hung from his belt.

“I won’t lose it,” he had promised, three fingers raised to make it a vow, that odd far-away quality to his voice. 

Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu had exchanged concerned looks.

“See to it you don’t,” Madam Yu had finally replied, then stepped forward to fuss over the way his robes hung. 

As he had lost weight from his ordeal, they no longer fit properly. Little could be done about that; as the boy recovered, the robes would fit him again, barring a growth spurt. 

The sound of barking jolted XiChen back to the present. Wei WuXian went pale, moving closer to WangJi, hiding his face against his back as though it might hide him from the dog. The Jiang children took positions around him, ensuring he was surrounded and protected. 

“It’s okay, didi,” Jiang WanYin murmured. “You’re safe. We’ll keep you safe.”

XiChen abruptly remembered that Wei WuXian had been attacked by dogs and had scars. The fear was clearly so deep-seated that his amnesia hadn’t removed it.

The dog came into view, a scraggly cur, and a child dashed out from behind a stall to chase it off with a stick, others similarly armed joining from nearby. 

When the dog was gone, the children returned, and XiChen could tell from their appearance they were street kids. 

“Wei-xiong, we chased it away,” the oldest-looking boy called softly. “Sorry we let it get so close.”

When they didn’t get an immediate reply from Wei WuXian, the child looked at the others, six of them who could have ranged between four and eight. The youngest was a little girl, and the rest were boys. 

“Like Wei-xiong taught us,” he said, his voice authoritative. 

The children broke into an approximation of a proper bow.

“Greetings, Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen,” the children chanted.

The adults exchanged a look.

“Greetings,” Jiang FengMian returned after what seemed to be a silent conversation between himself and Madam Yu. “You know a-Ying?”

The eldest-looking nodded, clearly having elected to speak for the group. 

“Wei-xiong buys us food and taught us to stick together so the dogs and bad people won’t get us and is teaching us to read and other stuff,” the boy explained. 

From the way the children were peering at Wei WuXian, still hiding behind WangJi, they were terribly worried about their young friend. 

“You’re the ones he plays the dizi to?” XiChen asked gently.

The children nodded.

“What other things was a-Xian teaching you?” Jiang YanLi asked softly.

“Like how to feel qi so we can use it to stay warm in the winter,” the eldest boy replied, then bows quickly and politely. “Jiang-guniang.”

“I miss Wei-xiong,” the little girl said, her voice tremulous. “Is Wei-xiong better now?”

“He might not remember us, a-Lian,” another boy said softly. 

The children had clearly heard the news spreading through Lotus Pier of Wei WuXian’s amnesia.

Wei WuXian peered out from where he had hidden his face against WangJi, cautious despite the dog having been driven away.

“A-Lian,” he murmured, pronouncing the name slowly. “I… I found you. By a lotus pond. You were all wet and crying.”

He stepped out from behind WangJi, moving as though in a trance, lost in a newly returned memory.

“You said your name was a-Jī (圾, trash),” and XiChen couldn’t quite hold in a gasp at a child believing such to be their name. “And so, I said you were a gift from the lotuses and should be named a-Lian.”

The little girl rushed forward, crashing into him.

“Wei-xiong,” she sobbed, her little arms around his waist. “You were gone for so long and they said you were sick, and I was scared.”

Wei WuXian looked dazed and overwhelmed, and XiChen realized that a trickle of blood was oozing from his nose—it hadn’t happened in a few days, but he had been overstimulated today with this outing… 

WangJi also noticed and put an arm around him as he swayed dangerously, keeping him upright. Wei WuXian’s grip loosened on his sword, and Jiang WanYin took it before he could drop it, murmuring that he’d carry it for him. 

To XiChen’s surprise, Madam Yu lifted both Wei WuXian and the urchin girl into her arms. Neither resisted, the boy’s head lolling against her shoulder. She didn’t even bother looking at FengMian. 

“It seems we’ll have a few new disciples, then,” she said, huffing as though irritated, but it had less impact with two children in her arms. “We’ll see whether a-Ying has good instincts, but we certainly can’t have homeless children in Lotus Pier.”

XiChen had to avert his eyes at the intensity of Sect Leader Jiang’s adoring look toward Madam Yu. He clearly approved of her decision, but the level of ardor in the way he looked at her was too much. 

The locals who had gathered murmured amongst themselves, the words of surprise and admiration carrying. That the Jiangs would see fit to solve the problem of street urchins by adopting them into the sect was almost unheard of—but they had done so with Wei WuXian. Why not the urchins of Lotus Pier?

From what XiChen could hear, it raised the admiration of the people toward Jiang FengMian, and their opinion of Madam Yu, who apparently had up to now had a reputation for being cold. But here she was in the marketplace holding Wei WuXian on one hip and a little girl in tattered clothing on the other. It was softening her image to the people and making them doubt the rumors of an unhappy marriage. 

The street children looked confused, uncertain, and Jiang FengMian addressed them more gently. 

“Would you become disciples of the YunMengJiang sect? You would live at Lotus Cove, receive an education, and fed and housed and clothed. Even if you do not have the talent to become cultivators, you would not be homeless,” he told them. “A-Ying and a-Cheng and other older male disciples would be your shixiongmen, and a-Li and other older female disciples would be your shijiemen. You’d also have shidimen and a-Lian would be your shimei.”

The children seemed to realize they were being offered adoption, of a sort, into a martial family. Into the Jiang clan. There was a cautious sort of hope spreading among them. 

“Really?” the oldest boy asked, his voice almost hollow with awe. “You really want us?”

“Young man, we would not offer if we didn’t,” Madam Yj snorted. “If a-Ying is already teaching you to read and how to circulate your qi, we would be remiss if we didn’t continue your education.”

The children looked at each other, their growing excitement obvious. After a moment the eldest boy bowed deeply, almost a kowtow, and the other children rushed to copy him.

“This one thanks Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen for your kindness. We unworthy ones are happy to accept your generous offer.”

“Whether you’re unworthy has yet to be determined,” Madam Yu responded sharply, almost a scold at the boy’s self-effacement. “I expect you’ll prove worthy.”

She handed the little girl to Jiang FengMian, who settled her on his hip, so she could get a better grip on Wei WuXian, who seemed barely awake and unable to hold onto her well. One of her maids stepped forward and gently dabbed at his nosebleed with a cloth.

“I think a-Ying has had quite enough excitement for today,” Madam Yu announced, patting his back gently.

“And we have some new disciples to settle in at Lotus Cove,” Jiang FengMian added with a smile. “Time to go home.”

The sect leader offered his free hand to Jiang WanYin, who tried and failed not to look thrilled at his father’s attention as he took it.

Madam Yu’s maids led the way, the children between them, Madam Yu and Jiang FengMian following with the Jiang children in tow. WangJi stayed close to Madam Yu and Wei WuXian, who seemed to have fallen fully asleep, and XiChen focused on following him. The accompanying disciples followed behind him.

XiChen barely noticed the way more people in the market approached to place items in the baskets the disciples carried as they walked back to Lotus Cove, or the way Maiden Jiang thanked each person by name. He was too busy considering what he had witnessed. 

He was aware that many in the cultivation world doubted that commoners could be taught to cultivate, but the very fact that Wei WuXian, a mere ten-year-old, had taught them the basics enough to ensure they could circulate their qi to keep warm… He wondered if perhaps that was just an attempt to keep a sort of class or caste system. There was no benefit to society to have children starve in the streets, as Wei WuXian had, without hope. 

Ren would seem to dictate the need to better the world through acts of altruism like Wei WuXian had been practicing and which had been demonstrated by Madam Yu and Sect Leader Jiang today. XiChen‘s studies had covered multiple philosophers. Mengzi dictated the need to show compassion to orphans. Mozi, though controversial to the Lan for his rejection of music as frivolous, called for inclusive and universal caring, doing so beyond family boundaries. Laozi saw loving through giving as a necessary virtue. 

XiChen was constantly aware of the duties he would eventually take on as clan leader and the rules within the clan he was expected to uphold, but the events of today had him wondering if perhaps he should start thinking about the role of GusuLan in the larger world. Acts of charity, taking in orphans, working to better the world at large.

These thoughts kept him occupied on the walk back, and he was only broken from them by the look on shufu’s face at the unexpected addition to their party—confusion, but also a sort of thoughtfulness as Sect Leader Jiang briefly explained. 

Perhaps shufu was also having similar thoughts. Maybe XiChen could speak with him about them at some point. 

For now, he followed WangJi as he trailed after Madam Yu toward the infirmary. The voice of Jiang FengMian ordering disciples to help settle in their new peers with baths and clothing and a good meal, organizing the new additions to YunMengJiang, faded behind them. 

When Madam Yu left them in the infirmary, Wei WuXian in the care of Healer Kang, the quiet was welcome. The healer settled the boy in his bed after a brief examination. 

Eventually, XiChen realized WangJi was watching him in concern and offered a smile he knew was weak.

“A little overwhelmed,” he said, and knew WangJi, who so often was overwhelmed by the noise and furor of the world, understood.

WangJi gestured, settling on a cushion near the table in a meditation pose, and XiChen smiled, mirroring him.

He had time to ruminate on the events of the day and how they might inform his future actions. The best course for the moment was to find grounding and calm while they waited for the chaos that had overtaken Lotus Cove to settle. 

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Action! | Ch. 2

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon Work Count: 1K Summary:  From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship? Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked) A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy! ↶Previous     Next↷

Baekho’s POV

It’s been a few months since I saw that kid. He was a weird one. Not very talkative, very quiet.  He was nice though and was polite, that was a good thing. After getting his number, I thought about calling him a few times or texting him. Though with that old phone of his, I wasn’t even sure he could get text messages.

…

That was mean. I shouldn’t say such things like that. It didn’t occur to me then, but it did now, that maybe he couldn’t afford a nicer phone. Or maybe he was a simple person. He looked simple. He looked like he could be a nice person as well. I should call him and ask him to go out somewhere. After all, we’re in the same industry; we should get to know each other. It would be awkward if we got put into a group together and never really spent any time with each other.

Nodding, I grabbed my phone and searched through the contacts until I came to the one I wanted. My finger hesitated over the call button. Should I really call him? What if he thought I was a jerk? Why wouldn’t he after what I said.

‘Stupid Dongho! Why can’t you control your mouth?’

Sighing, I locked my phone and sat it down, staring at the wall. I should really call him, I should make up to him. But it’s been months. I should have apologized that day or the next day. Well, he can’t blame me can he? Trainees were just that, constantly training. It’s a lot of work training to be a possible idol. And I can feel it, the time is drawing closer until I get picked for a group. I hope it’s a good group. Nothing big like Super Junior, but nothing too small. And I don’t want to do a solo.

Or maybe I do. More publicity for me. A solo career would be nice. But in groups, you got to pick a cool name and create an amazing slogan for introductions. Yeah, that would be so much better. Okay, so no solo group. That’s where I want to go with my career. Now, how did I get on this topic?

Oh right! Minki. Yeah, I should call him. Sighing, I picked up my phone and unlocked it. The contacts screen popped up immediately, his name highlighted. This time, I didn’t hesitate, I pressed the button and held it up to my ear, waiting.

…Ring…

…Ring…

…Ring…

I don’t think he’s going to answer. It’s probably better this way. We probably wouldn’t be compatible. I should call someone else. That Jonghyun person was interesting. Maybe he would want to come out.

…Ring…

…Ring...

…Ri-

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Yeoboseyo, Choi Minki?”

“Yes?”

“Hey, it’s Dongho.”

“Oh, hyung. What is it?”

“Ah, I was just calling to say hi.” I said. I was rolling my own eyes at that one. Obviously, when someone calls, they say hi. But really, who calls a person just to say hi? Usually, they had something on their mind they wanted to discuss or a place they wanted to go with the other person. Just to say hi? That’s what a guy said to a girl before asking them out on a first date, and I was certainly not doing that!

Though…Minki did look a bit feminine. Not a lot though, which was a good thing.

“Oh. Hi.”

I held in my laughter. He knew how lame it was, and he was being lame by saying ‘hi’ himself. It was funny. Maybe we could be friends. We were getting along so far and we’ve only been talking for a minute.

“Anything else?”

“Ah, well…” I trailed off. So far he hadn’t brought up our first meeting. So maybe he forgot. If that was the case, then I can do this. Simply ask him to hang out. ‘You can do this Dongho. You can do this!’

“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go out somewhere and hang out.” There was silence on the other end. It seemed to last forever. The longer he didn’t say anything, the more worried I got. He probably still remembered and was thinking of what a jerk I am and that he didn’t want to hang out with a jerk. Damn! I fucked up this possible friendship. He’ll probably be the first one to get in a group too.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, da-

“Sure. Do you want to go to karaoke?”

My heart nearly stopped. I was so happy! He said yes! Why was I so excited that he said yes? It’s not like I was asking him out on a date. I don’t date guys. It had to be the nerves. I’m not super confident in myself, though I know I have a good voice. Even though I made it through the tough rounds of auditions to become a trainee, knowing I had potential, it really didn’t help boost it up that much more. Everyone had potential and it was nerve-racking to know that I might not make the cut. I need this friendship! I need to have someone to rely on and maybe even…help me get picked.

That’s a bit cold. But I’m sure Minki would understand. He would probably do the same thing, even use me maybe. So it would be a mutual relationship.

“Sure, I love karaoke.”

“Alright. There’s one about five blocks from the trainee studio.”

“Yeah, I know that one.” I told him. “How about I meet you there in an hour?”

“An hour?” There was a pause for a moment. “Yeah, that works. See you there.” He said before hanging up. Alright! See Dongho? That was easy. I should do this with all the people I have in my phone, starting with Jonghyun next. But first, I need to concentrate on making this friendship work between Minki and myself.

Setting my phone down, I got up from my bed and started getting ready. Karaoke, I would be in my element. I’m sure Minki was a good singer, but I know I was going to blow his mind! You better watch out Choi Minki.

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[heythrrdelilah]

Fic plans: January

So, I believe I would get stuff written if I plan them out so im doing this every month and adding requests to the list.

- lights, camera, love ~Tom Holland x Reader - mini series ch. 1

- Sugar Baby ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

- @hermionejacobs request

- Kylo Ren possible short story x reader

- Before the Crowd ~Choi San x Reader - mini series ch. 1

- Into the dark - Sam Winchester x Reader ~ mini series finale

- Far ~ Sam Winchester x Reader - mini series ch 1 / prologue

- Twilight fics x reader 

-criminal mind x reader fics

-Jim Halpert x Reader fics

[undermoonlightst]

Masterlist 2.0 🌹

Hello Everyone! I am releasing an all new masterlist that is fresh and updated, because my old one, I didn’t update the links when I changed my username recently and because of that, an inappropriate bot got a hold of my links and redirected them all to really bad sites. 

So, here is my updated Masterlist! I hope you enjoy! -ren♡

“First Time” Series: Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung | The8/Xu Minghao | Woozi/Lee Jihoon | S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol | DK/Lee Seokmin | Joshua Hong {Coming Soon}

“A-Z” NSFW Series: Vernon/Choi Hansol | DK/Lee Seokmin

Fics:

Yoon Jeonghan:

Try Me

Lee Jihoon:

Caught

Xu Minghao:

Hot Water

First Time BJ

Kim Mingyu:

Dry Humping {Pt. 2 Five Minutes}

Choi Hansol:

48 Hours

Series:

Jeon Wonwoo:

Disruption {Ch. 1}

{Requests are temporarily closed as of 1/7/19}

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STALKER ; ch. 32 ー pre stalker era

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next

just another filler coming thru 🛴💨 sorry :cc next chapt will be angst i guess??

but the good news is, i’ve finish writing the ending arc for stalker!! (well maybe 2-3 chapter left) and maybe i can do a daily update once i’m not really busy anymore >< or maybe i’ll keep posting once in two days so it’ll last a bit longer hahah ;’D

en e way i’m pretty excited for the confession arc 😼

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STALKER ; ch. 35 ー fight or flight

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next

taglist (open!): @navsnct @nyfwyeonjun @giyyuzz​ @i6hoons @pinkheadflowers​ @ilvaussie @summery-bat @currently-existing @hobistigma @kuuromiini @pr0dbeomgyu @wooyoung-a @soobin-chois​ @n1shimura-ry @missmadwoman @gold-dragon-slayer @rinhyun @niorawr​ @primorange @vantxx95 @theskzvibe @hibuki-chan @darrensos @yeonjoona @woopetals​ @meiiiwa @she-is-dreaming @msxflower​ @00-baejin-05 @squiishymeow @ifwtyun​ @dear20cm @punneysushi01 @wonyofanclub @jjhmk @bbeomgyucafe @kangtaehyunstan @letmeal0ne @velvet-chuu @rlajjunie @rich-man-v @ren-chib @queridotannies @strawbrinkofdeath @tonightletspretend @butterflx bolded can’t be tagged! :cc

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STALKER ; ch. 33 ー the rain 2.0

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next

i suggest you to listen to walking home in the rain by satoshi takebe while reading this chapter ;D

“please don’t rain, please don’t rain, please don’t rain” y/n pleaded. she looked up to the sky, they looked gloomy and they’re always ready to let go of their tears, or the so called rain. please don’t rain, at least until i reached ms. yoon’s house, she whined.

but well, luck is not on y/n side again today, she can feel some cold droplets hitting her hands. she groaned and fastened her pace, covering her head with her hands. great, what’s next? kang taehyun suddenly appeared and dropped his jacket and said something like ‘it’s raining, use this’?, y/n scoffed, recalling what he did to her before.

bingo!

someone ran past her and dropped their jacket on her head. “it’s raining, you’ll get dizzy if you don’t cover your head”, which makes her stop for a while, processing what just happened. it’s taehyun.

“no taehyun, stop” she ran to taehyun and grabbed his hands, preventing him from running, “what are you doing taehyun?”

“i’m lending you my jacket” he mumbled

“no that’s not what i mean taehyun” she groaned in frustration,

“then what is it y/n?” he looked away from her

“taehyun you’re confusing me, we were just fine a few weeks ago, then suddenly you’re avoiding me, ignoring me and acting like we’re total strangers, and now you’re being nice to me, lending me your jacket,” she cried out, “what are you doing kang taehyun? why do you act like this?”

“y/n we’ll be drenched” taehyun sighed

“see? You’re avoiding my question taehyun,” she chuckled, “if you hate me then just say it in front of my face taehyun, or at least tell me what did i do”

“i don’t hate you y/n, i’ll never do” he said, finally looking up to her

“then why are you like this?”

“it’s for your best y/n,” he put his hands on top of her, “i don't want to be your distraction”

“taehyun you’re not distracting me at all, what makes you think like that?” she asked softly

“i-” taehyun hesitated to answer her question, y/n looked into his eyes, waiting for an answer but no words coming out from his mouth. the rain slowly started to get heavier and the two still stayed for a while, not bothered by the fact they’re now drenched by the rain. a bitter smile was formed on taehyun’s lips as he decide to break the silence, “just let go of my hand y/n, you should really go, you’ll get sick”

y/n step back and let go of his hands., “if that’s what you want kang taehyun”, she mumbled

“you know what taehyun? you’re confusing me,” she tossed his jacket back to him, “and maybe i hate you for doing that, i hate you kang taehyun” she said before she running away from the scene

and now we have two version of the rain 🌧

and 10 chaps left before this series end!!

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STALKER ; ch. 34 ー the magic of hilly street

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next

taglist (open!): @navsnct @nyfwyeonjun @giyyuzz​ @i6hoons @pinkheadflowers​ @ilvaussie @summery-bat @currently-existing @hobistigma @kuuromiini @pr0dbeomgyu @wooyoung-a @soobin-chois​ @n1shimura-ry @missmadwoman @gold-dragon-slayer @rinhyun @niorawr​ @primorange @vantxx95 @theskzvibe @hibuki-chan @darrensos @yeonjoona @woopetals​ @meiiiwa @she-is-dreaming @msxflower​ @00-baejin-05 @squiishymeow @ifwtyun​ @dear20cm @punneysushi01 @wonyofanclub @jjhmk @bbeomgyucafe @kangtaehyunstan @letmeal0ne @velvet-chuu @rlajjunie @rich-man-v @ren-chib @queridotannies @strawbrinkofdeath @tonightletspretend @butterflx bolded can’t be tagged! :cc

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STALKER ; ch. 40 ー festival day

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next // special chapter

promise of the world and merry go round life r the pieces that y/n and jake play for the school recital, ha i love howl mving castle ost so much T_T

and since we’re 3 chapters away from the ending, i just post a new hueningkai smau!! you can check them out if you’re interested heheh :]

taglist (closed!): @navsnct @nyfwyeonjun @giyyuzz​ @i6hoons @pinkheadflowers​ @ilvaussie @summery-bat @currently-existing @hobistigma @kuuromiini @pr0dbeomgyu @wooyoung-a @soobin-chois @n1shimura-ry @missmadwoman @gold-dragon-slayer @rinhyun @niorawr​ @primorange @vantxx95 @theskzvibe @hibuki-chan @darrensos @yeonjoona @woopetals​ @meiiiwa @she-is-dreaming @msxflower @00-baejin-05 @squiishymeow @ifwtyun​ @dear20cm @punneysushi01 @wonyofanclub @jjhmk @bbeomgyucafe @kangtaehyunstan @letmeal0ne @velvet-chuu @rlajjunie @rich-man-v @ren-chib @queridotannies @strawbrinkofdeath @tonightletspretend @butterflx @nurserinnn @joti17 bolded can’t be tagged! :cc

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STALKER ; ch. 29 ー distraction

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

word counts: 0.2-0.3k (not proof read yet 😵‍💫)

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taehyun pushed the heavy metal door, revealing jake who’s been waiting for him at the rooftop. he walked up to him,

“jake sim, you want to talk right?” taehyun asked

“yes, i want to talk with you, kang taehyun,” jake turns around to face taehyun, taehyun nods his head slowly, telling him to continue.

“i'm going to confess to y/n," jake said

taehyub raised his eyebrows, looking at jake with a confused face, "okay but why do you tell me that? I don’t think i should know about this?”

“you like her don’t you? and let me get this straight, okay?” jake looks at taehyun straight into the eyes, “stay away from y/n”

“why should i?” taehyun scoffed, “i told you i’ll give my best shot this time, so you can’t stop me jake sim. and you're not saying this because you're afraid she choose me over you right?”

“you’re so confident about that taehyun, but you probably didn’t notice that you’re distracting her” jake said sternly

“she’ll perform at the school recital this month and will compete in a prestigious competition in a few months, but her minds seems to focus on something else, you”, he explained, “i don’t know if you already know this or no, but she’s the type to blame herself if anythings gone wrong”

“you better think about it taehyun, especially if you don’t want her to blame herself later”, jake walks away from taehyun

jake leaves with guilt all over his body, he knows what he did was wrong. out of all options, he really decides to choose the one who’ll hurt the girl she loves the most. but he also feel relieved, at least things will go like his plans, at least for now. meanwhile taehyun still stayed on the rooftop, he sighed before looking up to face the gloomy sky. he’s afraid what jake says is true, what if he really distractions her all this time? what if he really burden her? he let out another long and deep sigh, should he slowly let this go, before they get more attached to each other? because clearly, he doesn’t want to hurt her, that’s the least things he want to do.

“in the days of first love" by aoi teshima is the ost of one of ghibli's movie, "from up on the poppy hill"! i personally think the song potrayed the innocence of first love greatly! (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) sadly they don't have the full version of this song on any music platforms :cc you can find the lyrics translation of this song in the comments!

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STALKER ; ch. 28 ー glitched phone

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next

finally made the y/n's playlist! it included the pieces mentioned in this au (and some other classical pieces too)!! ˃ᴗ˂♡ i might add more song later but let just see :D

taglist (open!): @navsnct​ @nyfwyeonjun @giyyuzz​ @i6hoons @pinkheadflowers​ @ilvaussie​ @summery-bat​ @currently-existing @hobistigma @kuuromiini @pr0dbeomgyu​ @wooyoung-a @soobin-chois​ @n1shimura-ry​ @missmadwoman @gold-dragon-slayer @rinhyun @niorawr​ @primorange​ @vantxx95 @theskzvibe @hibuki-chan @darrensos @meiiiwa @yeonjoona @woopetals​ @she-is-dreaming @msxflower​ @00-baejin-05 @squiishymeow @ifwtyun​ @dear20cm​ @punneysushi01 @wonyofanclub @jjhmk @bbeomgyucafe @kangtaehyunstan @letmeal0ne​ @velvet-chuu @rlajjunie @rich-man-v @ren-chib bolded can’t be tagged! :c

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STALKER ; ch. 31 ー red flag 🚩

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next

taglist (open!): @navsnct @nyfwyeonjun @giyyuzz​ @i6hoons @pinkheadflowers​ @ilvaussie @summery-bat @currently-exsisting @hobistigma @kuuromiini @pr0dbeomgyu​ @wooyoung-a @soobin-chois​ @n1shimura-ry​ @missmadwoman @gold-dragon-slayer @rinhyun @niorawr​ @primorange @vantxx95 @theskzvibe @hibuki-chan @darrensos @meiiiwa @yeonjoona @woopetals​ @she-is-dreaming @msxflower​ @00-baejin-05 @squiishymeow @ifwtyun​ @dear20cm​ @punneysushi01 @wonyofanclub @jjhmk @bbeomgyucafe @kangtaehyunstan @letmeal0ne​ @velvet-chuu @rlajjunie @rich-man-v @ren-chib @queridotannies @strawbrinkofdeath @tonightletspretend bolded can’t be tagged! :c

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STALKER ; ch. 38 ー stalker yn the sequel

summary: It all start with this misunderstanding where taehyun thought y/n, the school sweetheart, stalked him for months. And thanks to y/n obliviousness, he has to deal with this cliche yet complicated love triangle.

masterlist ; prev // next

taglist (open!): @navsnct @nyfwyeonjun @giyyuzz​ @i6hoons @pinkheadflowers​ @ilvaussie @summery-bat @currently-existing @hobistigma @kuuromiini @pr0dbeomgyu @wooyoung-a @soobin-chois @n1shimura-ry @missmadwoman @gold-dragon-slayer @rinhyun @niorawr​ @primorange @vantxx95 @theskzvibe @hibuki-chan @darrensos @yeonjoona @woopetals​ @meiiiwa @she-is-dreaming @msxflower @00-baejin-05 @squiishymeow @ifwtyun​ @dear20cm @punneysushi01 @wonyofanclub @jjhmk @bbeomgyucafe @kangtaehyunstan @letmeal0ne @velvet-chuu @rlajjunie @rich-man-v @ren-chib @queridotannies @strawbrinkofdeath @tonightletspretend @butterflx @nurserinnn @joti17 bolded can’t be tagged! :cc