#Im excited to post the next chapter next week!

[luvseisagi]

— two years late.

ft. itoshi sae x reader. wc. 2k

summary. sae's been your best friend your whole life, but after his return from spain, you're not so sure anymore. content. gn!reader, no pronouns used, reader wears makeup. angst and no comfort, but this first chapter is kinda cute in some parts (??). childhood friends, miscommunication. lot of mentions of rin (as a lil brother) + canon itoshi brothers argument. i think sae's not too ooc here but he might be in the next chapter. author's note. first work is out!! im a bit nervous since its the first thing i write in almost a year, but its exciting being able to finally share something here. also it was supposed to be a one shot, but it got too long so i divided it in two chapters, sorry.

𝜗𝜚 english isnt my first language, so any corrections or advice are highly appreciated, as well as feedback (please) ! enjoyyy

being childhood friends with itoshi sae had been both the most beautiful and most traumatic experience of your life.

when you both were children, being best friends with sae meant co-parenting his brother with him. you would go to their practices and matches every now and then, spend your entire monthly allowance on ice cream that would always tell you you were going to have bad luck, play with dinosaurs instead of dolls and sleep in a too-small-for-two top bunk with the redhead while his little brother kicked the mattress from below in his sleep.

that made you happy, though. their parents never minded having you around all the time —they actually appreciated that their kids had at least one friend outside their football team, and your parents liked the brothers, so they gave you the freedom to spend time with them. they would let you sleep over at their house every weekend, ask santa for presents for them too, and invite them to every one of your birthdays. 

that’s why, right after your thirteen birthday, when sae told you he was moving to spain to continue with his training, you felt your heart break for the first time.

things changed, then. even though sae was who really connected you to his family, rin had you as a big sister too, and sae leaving only brought you closer to him. you never stopped going to his practices and matches —your phone always in hand, recording him and sending all the videos to his brother. rin didn’t ask for it anymore, but you would invite him to walks and ice cream whenever you could —tagging sae in the pictures you would post, with the luck you two had gotten in the snacks; and watching childish cartoons with him whenever you stayed over at their house —messaging sae that the top bunk was now all yours, and rin still kicked the mattress in his sleep, babbling incoherent words about being the best player in the world.

you were a bit insecure about it at first, but sae answered all your videos, pictures, messages and calls. you knew he was a famous player now, and you always went to the itoshi’s house to watch his matches with his family at unmentionable hours due to the time difference —so, even if you were definitely more distant than when you were kids, he was still your best friend, and you were still his. no country, time zone, or ocean could ever change that.

or so you thought. it was two years later when you realized you loved him. 

that's wrong, though —of course you had always loved him. apart from your family, he had been the only consistent presence and support in your life. rin was like a little brother for you too, and, for some reason, your friend group changed members all the time, so you had never had a friendship like the one you shared with sae. you loved him for that. 

but you loved, loved him too, and it took you some years and a few dumb conversations with your friends to realize it. 

at fifteen, everyone in your class liked gossiping about crushes, first kisses, and relationships that never lasted more than three weeks. your friend group at the time was formed by a some girls and a few boys from your class, and all of them liked or were dating each other. you were the only one left out, not because you weren’t likable —you had sae on the phone for almost a full hour when a guy from your extracurricular classes confessed to you, but you didn’t like him, and you didn’t know how to reject him— but because you weren’t interested in dating at all. 

you wouldn’t call yourself popular, but you had a good relationship with all your friends —not like with sae, though—. you found people attractive, but never enough to feel the urge to kiss them —plus, none of them had eyes as pretty as sae’s, nor smiles as cute as his—. you were aware of the rumors about the guys that had a crush on you, but you preferred to act like you didn’t know about them —yet, you would message sae about it, asking him for advice in case any of them tried and confessed to you. 

it was at a sleepover with the girls in your friend group, after almost forcing them to put the international football channel on the tv at midnight because sae was playing, when one of them brought up the topic. 

“have you ever thought that you like that football boy you’re always talking about?”

and, no, you had never thought about it at all until they mentioned it. because sae was your best friend just like rin was like your little brother, and you had spent too many hours complaining to him about the boyfriends and girlfriends in your class for a thought like that to ever cross your mind.

“no.” you had answered then, if only a few seconds too late for your friend to grin widely and point at you, her voice too loud for the time it was when she laughed.

“you do like him!” she exclaimed, full of excitement for discovering, finally, that the i-dont-want-a-boyfriend—yn did actually like a guy “yn has a crush on a boy! and it’s his best friend!”

luckily for you, the girl’s parents had woken up with her loud exclamations, and it didn't take long for them to enter her room to scold all of you for staying up so late. they made you turn off the tv, too, a little surprised to see spanish football there instead of some silly teen movie. 

you weren’t worried about the rumors spreading because no one in your class knew sae or rin anyway, and they shut off quickly because you never said a word about it. however, that thought had been already implanted in your head, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

i like sae. i like sae. i like sae? i love sae. oh, i love sae.

so it was at fifteen that you realized you were in love with itoshi sae, but you were too scared to tell him —he was still living on the other side of the planet, and you knew it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. besides, you liked the relationship you had with him at the moment, texting often, calling sometimes. you talked to him about rin, and you knew rin talked to him about you, too —you would never forgive him for sending his brother the pictures from when you had fallen in a mud puddle, and you knew sae’s profile picture for your contact was a photo of you with his old jersey, sleeping in his old bed that his brother had taken.

the next two years had you learning to live with the fact that, for your misfortune, you were very much in love with itoshi sae. you had always thought about him constantly, but it was different now —because when you were told a story that you wanted to share with him, you knew it was because you liked him. when you listened to a song that reminded you of him, you later realized it was about love. when you were feeling down or stressed because of the increasingly approaching date of university entrance exams, the only thought that comforted you was having him close to you, hugging you —and on days when your mind felt too bold, kissing you too.

but sae wasn’t there, not physically, at least. so you would settle for missing him, and talking with his brother about all the plans you three would make once he returned.

until he actually returned.

he didn’t tell anyone —not you, not his brother, not the few more friends he had before moving to spain and losing touch them. only his parents and his manager knew, since his stay was supposed to be short to adjust some legal paperwork.

you weren’t really sure why he hadn’t told you beforehand that he was coming back, and it would have made you very sad if id hadn’t made you so angry. 

because rin had the bad luck of meeting him first. 

the youngest itoshi called you that night, almost crying, his voice altered and choked as if he were ripping his chest apart while telling you about his encounter with his brother. “he broke our dream” he told you, practically sobbing over the phone “he said- he said he didn’t need me in his life anymore. he said…”

even though you knew rin wouldn’t lie to you, and it was too mean to be a prank, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him at first. sae wasn’t the most sensitive guy, definitely, but he wasn’t cruel. and, right after football, the most important things in his life where his little brother and you. 

or that's what you thought, because when you went to his house after learning that he would stay longer than he had planned, he didn’t even look the same. 

of course he had grown up —four years had passed, he was soon to be eighteen, and the exhaustive training had changed even his features. he was now taller, his gaze sharper, his whole body more toned. the short bangs he would always have falling over his forehead were now styled backwards, and his eyes had become a deeper shade of teal.

you would have gotten dizzy from how attractive he was now if it weren’t for something in his expression that threw you off. sae had never been overly smiley, but there was a hint of something —sadness, bitterness, or maybe disappointment—, that made him look like he had never smiled in his life at all.

“yn, hi.”

those were the first words that left his mouth after seeing you for the first time in four long years. not i missed you, or i’m really happy to see you. not even a good morning, how are you?, just a short and dry hi that got you even angrier than you already were.

at first, you tried not to lose your nerves. you were there for an explanation, yes, and to ask about his behavior with rin. you had waited a bit more than a week before going to visit sae after rin told you he had come back, since you were still upset with him for not telling you personally —but you couldn’t help but explode when he talked to you so nonchalantly after you blamed him for rin’s recently emotional breakdown. 

it felt as if his argument with his brother wasn’t important at all. as if he didn’t think he should have let you know he was coming. as if you —you who had been his best friend his whole life, you who had been in love with him for the last two years— didn’t matter at all.

after you left his house, hands shaking, throat raspy and eyes red from crying so much and so loudly, you could only think that, at least, you were grateful rin wasn’t there —he had gone to that blue lock project he’d told you about a few days ago—. you were so frustrated with sae’s indifferent behavior and somehow cruel answers that you had shouted at him, only to end up sobbing and babbling words just like rin used to when he was younger, dreaming in the bed beneath both of you. 

you didn’t get anything clear after that argument, only the shame of walking back to your house with your makeup smudged —the one you had put on for him to notice, in case he could see you had grown up too, and weren’t anymore the kid you used to be; or in case he had, at least once, thought about you the same way you had thought of him for the last two years. 

that, and the uncomfortable ringing in your ears that sounded just like a heart cracking slowly and painfully after the loss of a best friend, and a first love.

masterlist. part two.

pls lmk what u think in the comments, reblogging, through messages, asks or wtv!! feedback is important to me in these first posts and i'd appreciate it a lot 🤲🏼

﹫luvseisagi, april 2025.

[fated2bydesign]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Major Character Death Series: Part 1 of Missing Gears AU Summary:

One morning FazCo Sends you an offer that you can't refuse. However, upon taking the job you quickly find out, that you may have bitten off more than you can chew with this one. With an understanding of AI's and Robotics, you thought you had expected the worst, but that sadly was only the best-case scenario, as you are quick to find out from the "beloved" daycare attendant.

Something horrible is happening, and it is up to you and a few helpless animatronics to figure out how to stop it before things get any worse.

[gentil-minou]

Wei Wuxian licks his lips and leans forward slightly, walking his fingers across the countertop aimlessly toward Lan Zhan. “You know, Lan Zhan,” he drawls, “A-Yuan says we’re both in the book.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan responds, tracking the path of his fingers intently, “I am apparently Hanguang-jun, the moral upstanding hero.”

“And I’m the devious Yiling Loazu, who led you astray,” he smirks, peering at Lan Zhan through his lashes.

Lan Zhan meets his stare, head-on, lit from within like molten sunshine. “No,” he corrects, “not astray, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. His fingers stop their dancing, resting just inches away from Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan shifts his own hand, bringing them even closer, their fingertips almost brushing.  

“The Yiling Loazu did not lead Hanguang-jun astray,” he says, eyes piercing as they flicker between Wei Wuxian’s. “They were partners, and…”

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, “the decent romance?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, watching him closely. The pupils of his eyes have grown so large there’s only the tiniest ring of gold around the edge. He can see himself reflected in the black. He thinks he likes the version of himself that lives in Lan Zhan’s eyes.

They’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the other to take a step forward, bracing for a fall.

It should be terrifying, this sudden drop into something completely new, something entirely unknown yet so familiar. But Wei Wuxian is filled with conviction that no matter what, Lan Zhan will catch him.

It's as electrifying as it is calming, this certainty that here, with Lan Zhan, he is safe.

Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side in a way he knows sets the unmarked skin of his neck on display. “I’m sure it was more than just decent, with a handsome hero like Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Zhan quirks an eyebrow, his gaze resting on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s neck, just as he’d hoped. "Handsome?"

“Well,” Wei Wuxian responds, tapping his index finger so it brushes against Lan Zhan’s fingertips. His skin is soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. “He isn’t wrong. You’re very handsome, Lan Zhan.”

“Really, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and deep.

“Yep, definitely worthy of being compared to the beautiful Second Jade of Lan.”

“Is that so?” Lan Zhan shifts closer, the smell of him filling up Wei Wuxian. He smells so familiar, like something he knows intimately. Sandalwood, Wei Wuxian realizes, with sudden clarity.

Lan Zhan continues, “I would love to hear more about your opinion on my beauty and prestige, Wei Ying.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Lan Zhan. Why would you care what I think?”

Lan Zhan tilts his head, only just. “Do I need to? To want to know how your brain works?”

I commissioned this lovely artwork by the wonderful @lotuslate of a scene from my fic, once upon a time, 很久很久以前 where the entire cultivation world is cursed to live in the modern world without their memories and abilities, but of course wangxian find a way to fall in love all over again.

[redo-rewind-if]

Just a quick heads up: For any who haven't seen it, Chapter 4 released yesterday!! Yay!! 🎉🎉🎉

Given its release, I won't be doing the usual progress report today (possibly not next week either since I like to take breaks between updates, but I do have something I plan to post about then).

If you missed the update post and would like to see it, you can find it here: [Link]

[calmlb]

WIP Tag Game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Open Tag by @whathorselegs & @altruistic-meme

WIPS

defecting together → ada skk

mafia boss Chuuya

royal skk au

precanon bskk

academic rivals au

odakou + skk

girldads skk

pm boss Piano Man

with you in the dark

…plus the rest of my sicktember wips lol but if i listed all my wips we’d be here all day 😅 also i rarely title my wips until im abt to post them oops 🫢

this is an open tag so if you wanna participate, please do!! i love hearing abt ppl’s wips 🥹

[seth-ballz]

i fear i may be wrong 🥲🥲

i did some math (quite literally) and i now think episode 7 will end just before the dreaded fight of mayuri vs pernida... so somewhere in chapter 635.

at least we kenmayu shippers get a crumb next episode, this scene is for sure getting animated

[fungus-gnats]

today i got to touch some insects, saw the green-spored parasol, and gained 2 isopod pets !!!

[liiacfleur]

A little snipbit of a cowboy au I’ve been working on for the last year hehe

(Also I promise the update for my main fic is just around the corner!!)

“Do you always try to wiggle into a man’s bed before robbing him?” Steve asked incredulously, ducking behind the log as gunfire cracked between the trees.

“Not at all, bad business practice,” Eddie huffed, peeking over the moss covered bark. A bullet caused a branch only a foot overhead to explode and rain woodchips down on them, and Eddie yelped as he ducked behind the log again. Looking over to Steve with a hysterical grin, he continued, “I’m too much of a romantic to do that. I’d be getting my heart broken weekly.”

Steve cussed under his breath when another shot came, but, knowing their pursuer had to reload, he leapt up, aimed at the man’s chest, and fired. He slumped instantly to the ground, and Steve panted heavily with adrenaline as he ducked down again, knowing another wouldn’t be far behind.

“Why the hell did you do it to me?” Steve demanded.

“Because I decided to leave the business,” Eddie said with a bark of breathless laughter. “Make sure to take good care of me after this, Mr. Harrington.”

“You son of a bitch-”

Another blast of gunfire cut through his words.

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, Jamie Oborne Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Past Drug Addiction, Mpreg Summary:

Matty lied, which was probably a mistake since he was a shit liar on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. He was much better at just, not saying anything, even though his therapist had told him that was really just lying by omission. He couldn’t meet Jamie’s eyes, and knew he was sweating nervously. He was hyper aware that he could feel the wand in his back pocket.

.

Just like in the bathroom after the show, two parallel lines stared back at him, confirming deep down what he already knew. The test was positive.

[lovecrumbss]

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[siarrawrites]

I’m at the point in chapter 2 of my fic where I can see the ending!! It’s right there!! And yet its still 1,000 words away and the characters keep having more to say ahhh just let me finish so I can post T-T

[hollowedpurple]

JJK Chapter 244 Spoilers OKAY YAY FINALLY THEY ARE HERE!! First of all we finally got to see Miwa but considering the way Gege does stuff and the context on her situation it feels like we won't get a peak ever again or something. Which bothers me lol Overall I'm glad that we are finally at trial like I've been waiting for this moment all my life lmao? It feels like from the way they planned this, we might actually end up getting a little bit of Sukuna's past since they mentioned it, but since Yuji is involved right now it might just not happen. It worries me that Yuji was involved in it like that though, it feels like nothing good will come out of it tbh. Anyway the way Yuji's punch took three arms to block though???? He has grown. Do you think they are using the domain like they used Takaba's technique while others are waiting to pull off a Yuta on Sukuna? What if we actually get Gojo revival out of this? hahaha jk,, unless?

[gentil-minou]

Gosh I need to edit this more before I actually start posting but I'm just so excited so here's a preview of my wangxian OUAT au, featuring wwx as emma, lwj as regina, and ayuan as henry (though are veering far away from both canon in both cases so no need to be familiar with the show to enjoy)

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The doorbell rings.

He blinks once, then twice. Wei Wuxian isn’t normally one to get visitors, especially at this time of night. He tries to remember if there’s a no-candle policy in his lease his landlord might nag him about when the doorbell rings again.

He scrambles to his feet and stumbles to the door, already preparing an apology for something he probably didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to do and another apology in case he did know. He opens the door and sees….nothing.

Until he hears a quiet cough and looks down to see a little boy.

At first, he thinks maybe he’s a trick-or-treater who got a bit lost, but Wei Wuxian’s building is secured with a key and callbox entry. Plus, although he’s been wandering streets alone since forever, he’s pretty sure a kid this young would have a chaperone with him. He looks behind the kid and doesn’t see anyone else there.

But instead of asking something sensible like where his chaperone may be or even if the kid’s lost, he blurts, “How did you get in?”

The boy tilts his head and replies, “The front door. It wasn’t locked, I just walked in.”

So much for secured entry. But that doesn’t really answer why there is a human child at his door at nearly midnight. There’s definitely a law somewhere that says that’s illegal, probably.

The kid, who can’t be more than ten years old and really should have learned about stranger danger by now, beams up at him, as if technical breaking and entering is something to be proud of. Which, okay, maybe Wei Wuxian is kind of impressed by that.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” the boy asks, his smile so sweet and unassuming that before Wei Wuxian even realizes it, he’s turned to the side and let the boy in.

The kid is wearing a blue puffy coat and carrying a white backpack that has homemade floppy ears made of felt that make it look like a bunny. They bounce up and down as the boy walks inside and slips his shoes off. Wei Wuxian very maturely resists the urge to tug on those floppy bunny ears, though only just.

Shoes off, his socks patterned with fluffy white clouds, the boy turns back around to look up at Wei Wuxian. His entire face beams up at him as if he were a sunflower facing the sun, which wow what an ego-boost. He’s got dimples, little baby dimples that are very cute and look very pinchable but that doesn’t matter because there is a baby in his house! And okay he’s at least ten years old but regardless why is there a whole entire child in his apartment? What is one supposed to do when some random kid shows up at their doorstep and invites themselves in?

“Oh shit uh, wait not shit,” Wei Wuxian stammers. “Shit, sorry. Um. A drink, you want a drink?”

Ask the random child if they want something to drink, apparently. Perfect.

The kid nods, still giving him that doe-eyed look. Wei Wuxian doesn’t have much by way of child-friendly beverage options, but he wasn’t exactly expecting something like this tonight. He settles on milk that looks like it hasn't gone too bad yet. Besides, expired milk builds immunity and character in children, that's how it works, right? He pours a glass for the kid, making sure to give him the cleanest one even though there’s a tiny crack on the surface.

He guides the kid over to the coffee table and hands him the milk. The kid takes the glass and sinks onto the deflated beanbag while Wei Wuxian perches on the edge of the couch. He grabs a can of beer from the six-pack still on the floor beside the table and takes a sip. Wait, is that allowed? Can he drink alcohol in front of children?

The kid doesn’t seem to care. He takes a tentative sip of his milk and makes a very polite face that fails to mask his disgust, before putting the glass down on the table next to the forgotten cupcake. Fair, it’s nice to see him asserting boundaries and all that.

"Okay," Wei Wuxian says, amused despite the situation. "Who are you and why are you in my house at—" he checks his phone for the time"—five minutes to midnight on a Friday night?"

The kid doesn't answer right away. His eyes are still focused on the cupcake, but in a way he probably thinks is sneaky. Wei Wuxian tilts his head to get a better look and sure enough, there’s a furrow between his eyebrows like the kid is trying really hard to ask a difficult question. After a minute, it becomes clear he hasn’t worked out a nice enough way to ask, but it’s a good thing Wei Wuxian knows enough about being a hungry child to recognize one.

He nudges the cupcake over to him and says, "Help yourself." Immediately, the kid grabs the cupcake with all the care in the world, like it’s a priceless artifact and promptly devours it. Wei Wuxian can’t help but smile as he eats. Suddenly the cheap cupcake feels like an excellent choice.

When the kid finishes licking the last bits of frosting and crumbs off his fingers, he sits politely with his hands in his lap and looks longingly toward the kitchen. He’s still too nice to ask forthright, but Wei Wuxian knows better and he isn't a monster.

Wei Wuxian gets up and opens one of the cabinets to look for something that’s probably child-appropriate, pulling out a bag of his least spicy chips. Chips are made of potatoes which are vegetables which means it’s probably not that bad for kids. Either way, the kid takes the bag gratefully and eats the chips with relish, even though they’re definitely way too spicy for someone his age.

“Alright, alright. You’ve been fed. Now tell me, who are you?” he asks again, though he can’t stop the tiniest bit of fondness from creeping into his tone. It’s just that everything this kid does is so cute! He can’t help himself!

The kid stops eating and tries to speak, but what comes out instead are the quietest little coughs Wei Wuxian’s ever heard. He’s been eating these spicy snacks and slowly turning as red as they are, but he’s so polite he hasn’t said a thing about them.

All at once, Wei Wuxian realizes he likes this kid, despite knowing practically nothing about him. It’s strange. He hates the kids the customers at his job will bring sometimes, especially when their parents just let them loose like it's a daycare and not a coffee shop. Wei Wuxian isn’t mean or anything, it’s just that wrangling kids is way above his pay grade. He didn’t even get along with other kids when he was a kid. All the other foster kids stood clear of him pretty much as soon as the social worker told his foster parents he was known for being “emotionally dysregulated” and labeling him a problem child.

But this kid is different from all the others, even though Wei Wuxian can’t quite put his finger on what’s so special about him. He seems like the kind of kid who would politely ask for steamed oat milk and say thank you, then ask his parents to let him give Wei Wuxian the tip. When he finishes, he’d probably throw his trash out without anyone asking and call goodbye to him one last time before he leaves. Even just imagining it makes Wei Wuxian feel wistful for something he’s never really wanted before.

It doesn’t help that this kid’s got what must be the fluffiest hair he's ever seen, and those dimples! It takes all of Wei Wuxian’s self-control to keep himself from pinching those chubby cheeks.

He doesn’t quite succeed and leans forward anyway to ruffle the kid's hair. "Ask for water, you silly,” he says, already standing and heading back to the kitchen.

When he hands him the glass, the kid just looks up at Wei Wuxian with his big, bright brown eyes filled with wonder. He’s looking at Wei Wuxian like he has the answer to everything. Wei Wuxian doesn't, but it's nice to feel like someone thinks he knows what he's doing.

The kid drinks half the glass before clearing his throat and finally answering Wei Wuxian’s question. “I’m Sizhui, but you can call me A-Yuan. Or even Little Radish, if you want! You called me that before.” He says it all in one breath, practically vibrating with energy by the end.

Wei Wuxian pauses in the middle of taking a sip of his beer. He’s not sure why he would ever call anyone a radish, and he’s pretty sure he’s never met this kid before. Does A-Yuan have mistaken him for someone else? Could this kid have some weird memory loss, except one where he gains fake memories instead of losing them? It’s definitely not the strangest thing about this whole situation.

Like all problems Wei Wuxian doesn’t know how to deal with, he decides to ignore that for now and asks, “Okay, A-Yuan then, why are you here?”

“Because,” A-Yuan starts, leaning forward and looking at Wei Wuxian with all the seriousness someone pre-puberty could possibly possess. “I need your help.”

“…Okay…” Wei Wuxian replies. The world must truly be fucked if someone is coming to him for help. He hasn’t had a vegetable in a week, unless pizza actually does count. “What do you need help with?”

He’s expecting the kid to say something normal like “my homework” or “getting to the train station”, you know, normal things a kid would ask a stranger to help him with.

He’s not expecting A-Yuan to respond gravely, “To save the world and everyone we love.”

Wei Wuxian blinks, speechless. A-Yuan doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to speak as he lifts his backpack onto his lap and rummages through its contents. “My family’s in trouble, our family. Everyone we know is, and you’re the only one who can fix it. Look here, see, I’ve got this book, it’s all written here. There’s a curse that’s affecting everyone and we need to break it.”

He plops the book down on the coffee table. It’s not at all what Wei Wuxian expects. It’s hand-bound, with a simple red fabric cover that’s blank except for the title that’s written in Chinese calligraphy. It’s written entirely in Chinese, in fact, completely by hand with the same impeccable calligraphy. Inside are what appear to be a bunch of stories or folktales. There are beautiful gongbi illustrations on every other page, inked in bright colors with an incredible level of detail.

Wei Wuxian can’t help but be impressed. The book is something he would expect to see at a museum or in a period drama, not on his coffee table with its chipped surface and water stains.  

A-Yuan flips to a picture of a man with long hair dressed in black and red robes. He’s playing a flute as shadows dance and twist around his frame. Then tendrils lift high into the sky and block out the sun. He’s standing on a pile of human bones, to really sell the whole villain energy this guy’s got.

A-Yuan points at the guy. “That’s you, you see?”

Wei Wuxian does not see, he’s pretty sure he would have noticed if his body was covered in shadows. Also, he would need way more conditioner for that length of hair.

The kid continues, interpreting Wei Wuxian’s stunned silence as something else entirely. “You’re the only one who can help them, who can save us all.” A-Yuan thrusts the scroll out to Wei Wuxian, who’s too floored to do much more than take it from him. “So, I’m here to bring you back.”

Wei Wuxian has to admit, the guy in the picture does look pretty badass. But it’s still just a drawing, and there’s little to suggest this looks anything like him at all.

He glances up. A-Yuan smile is so bright and excited that Wei Wuxian wishes he could feel his excitement too. The guy in the picture does look super cool, like someone he’d want to dress up as when he was A-Yuan’s age.

But all he feels is concern and confusion. Before, he was actually starting to enjoy spending time with this kid, but something is wrong, though it’s not what A-Yuan thinks. There’s a random kid in his apartment late at night, making up stories. And whether he likes it or not, Wei Wuxian is the adult here. He has to remember that.

“I’m sorry, kid,” he says, and the smile slowly drops from A-Yuan’s face and Wei Wuxian feels like the absolute worst person on the planet for doing that to him. “But I don’t know what this is, or who you are. I want to help, you’ve just gotta give me some actual answers. Where are your parents? Do they know where you are?”

A-Yuan looks down and mumbles, “I was so sure you’d remember if you saw this, if you held it.” He tightens the hands on his knees into fists and looks up at him with a startling conviction. “But that doesn’t matter. I know it, I know who you are. You’re Wei Wuxian. This is you. And you’re the only person who can save us.”

Wei Wuxian rubs his temples and contemplates chugging the remainder of his beer. He holds it in his hand, wishing he’d gotten another pack. “Look, I don’t know how you know my name, maybe you saw it on some mail outside or something, but—"

"You're my dad!” A-Yuan hastily interrupts. “That’s why, that’s how I know!"

Wei Wuxian drops the can. There's a splash of something spilling all over the carpet and he should probably make sure it’s not too bad. He's too busy trying to figure out how he could have a ten-year-old at twenty-five when he was definitely still a virgin at fifteen.

The initial shock slips away, leaving him only more confused. He raises an eyebrow at A-Yuan, willing him to explain.

"Not my real dad," A-Yuan says, rolling his eyes like somehow Wei Wuxian is the one claiming something impossible. "But you're my dad in every way that counts."

Wei Wuxian wishes he hadn't dropped his drink. He'd really like to take a sip of it now. And several more, maybe the rest of the cans, too.

This day needs to end. He should have stayed home and drank his way to oblivion, so he’d have been too far gone to answer the door in the first place.

TBC

[cuz-reasons]

Once again rattling the bars of my cage trying to name a fic

[maaaxx]

I just wanted to let you know that between the anxiety of your fic (the wounds bleed blue) and that i happen to be playing a scary game (outer wilds echoes of the eye, 10/10 recommend lmao), i lost my appetite. I just. Can't really eat right now, I'm not hungry, my mind is just circling those two things, and so, you're half responsible for it. Hooe your happy

In all seriousness, i really like your fic and GOD zuko. Baby. And Tomkin and Nanook? If they don't go with zuko on search of toph I'm rioting. Or crying, I'm not sure yet

thank you anon im glad you enjoy my stuff <3

but you've gotta eat bestie. even just smell some lettuce or something. im sure thatll give you some nutrients.

why choose between rioting and crying when you can do both?

Nanook and Tomkin might go with him. They might not. I guess we'll just have to see in 4-ish chapters. :)

[norrisainz33]

home for the holidays || ls18

☆ summary: lance and his partner start a new chapter now that the season is over and take their relationship to the next level

☆ pairing: lance stroll x nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: nope! just a short one bc i don’t see enough lance fics so wanted to write one!!

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ynuser: and just like that - the 2024 season has come to an end. this was a tough one but no matter what i am proud of the team and proud of lance. see all you beautiful people again in march 🤍

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astonmartinf1: see you soon y/n/n! we love you ❤️

ynuser: 🤍 you more admin

user1: you are so real for posting the vegas pics of lance

lance_stroll: i love you 😘

ynuser: and i love you 🥹

user4: mama y papa

user2: i’m going to miss this silly season and seeing you practically every weekend smh

francisca.cgomes: see you sooner than march please😭

ynuser: you know i can’t go more than a couple weeks without you 😔

user44: can lance fight?

scottyjames1: no

user44: SCREMING

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user1: most canadian thing i’ve ever seen

lance_stroll: missed this and missed you darling

ynuser: i missed you more lance. i’m overjoyed to be back 🤍

yourbff: i’m so glad you and lancey are finally home

ynuser: me too! this season was a long one 😩

yourbff: you both are stronger than i

ynuser: i’m not sure how we made it honestly! but it’s time for new beginnings and rest 🫶🏻

user2: time for some much deserved relaxation

user6: just saw the f1 secret santa and can’t stop thinking about how good of gift giver lance is and how he probably got you the best gifts ever

fernandoalo_official: happy holidays mi amiga

ynuser: gracias nando! i hope you have the best break with all of those you love most 🤍

user3: i hope you have the best break y/n

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yourbff: i can’t wait to visit you in your new home!!!

ynuser: i can’t wait for you to visit!! one of the spare bedrooms has your name on it bestie

user11: ahhh congrats y/n!!!

carmenmundt: congrats on your and lances new home!! looking forward to visiting 😘

ynuser: thank you carmen! i miss you sm already. please come visit soon 🤍

user14: so so happy for you and lance. end game fr

lance_stroll: remind me why i thought moving right after the season ended was a good idea

ynuser: you said, and i quote, “i want to be home for the holidays and host all the people i love in our home.”

lance_stroll: well when you put it like that….

cholestroll: yayyayayay!!!!! can’t wait to see it in a few days

ynuser: can’t wait to see you and scotty and the lovely little bug soon. it’s been too long

astonmartinf1: cheers to new beginnings ✨

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chloestroll: the tree is so cuteeeeee oh i love it

lance_stroll: it is ! y/n is very excited for the holidays

chloestroll: as she should be!! do you have everything set?

lance_stroll: everything should be set up according to plan! im beyond nervous though

chloestroll: don’t be!! it’s going to alllll be ok

user3: y/n is so cute

scottyjames31: glad she’s getting you into the holiday spirit

lance_stroll: between y/n and chloe there’s more than enough holiday spirit! we’ve got hanukah and christmas covered over here

user4: pookie christmas lets goooo

ynuser: i am having the most fun decorating our new house 🫶🏻

lance_stroll: me too my love. building this life with you is everything i could ask for and more ❤️

user5: i’m glad you’re getting the time to relax lancey. you deserve it after this season

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user2: holy crap this is beautiful?????? and she managed this right after you two moved in???? get this girl an award

fernandoalo_official: looks beautiful! can’t wait to hear about how your evening goes

lance_stroll: you’ll be one of the first to know ❤️

user6: this called me broke in about 800 different languages

pierregasly: WOW! can i hire y/n to decorate my house?

lance_stroll: for a hefty price 😉

user9: you better marry this girl i s2g

ynuser: thank you 🥹 🤍😘🎄

lance_stroll: no thank YOU gorgeous! i am so thankful to have you help me host the holidays ❤️

ynuser: 😭 i love being a part of your family lance

lance_stroll: we all love you so very much ❤️

ynuser: you’re going to make me cry 🥹

chloestroll: eeeeek!!!!!! today is THE day 🤍🤍🤍🤍

lance_stroll: she doesn’t suspect a thing 😍

user12: her outfit is everything ??? literal angel

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ynuser: tonight may have been the best night of my life. wishing you the happiest of holidays from the future mr and mrs stroll ❤️

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user18: this is so important to me you have no idea

chloestroll: welcome to the family sis 😘

ynuser: sis 😭 oh i love you chloe

georgerussell63: 🥹 congrats! you two make the perfect couple

ynuser: thank you georgie ❤️

fernandoalo_official: felicidades mis amigos

ynuser: gracias por todo nando 🫶🏻

user32: my mom and dad are getting married im overjoyed

lance_stroll: i can’t wait to make you my wife

ynuser: and i can’t wait for you to be my husband 😘

user23: you look so good in white

astonmartinf1: best news we’ve seen all day

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated.

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