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mocheng-gusto · 2 years ago

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Heya! Maybe this is a weird pair but may I ask for a NHS X JC with the phrase “Look, I’m not saying I want to date you but this is the third time our friends have caught us in a compromising position and I think we should do something about that”, with no particular setting please 🥰

Oh wow. This one ended up kind of long. You probably didn’t sign up for an exploration of aro/ace queerplatonic sangcheng but! I hope you enjoy it all the same <3 and it’s not weird at all! I really like this pairing and actually have a wip lying around for them (postcanon healing oof) so this gave me the perfect excuse to try my hand at writing them! I kind of really liked how this turned out so I might clean it up and post it on ao3 later (edit: here it is!). Thanks for the prompt!

“So…”

“No.”

“Look, maybe we should talk about it?”

“I’d rather not.”

Nie Huisang bites his lips shut and turns on the couch to face straight ahead. He tries to discreetly zip up his jeans but there’s no way he can be subtle in the thick atmosphere. Jiang Cheng makes no move to acknowledge him further, just sitting with his arms crossed, glaring at the end credits of the movie they had been ‘watching’ with such vitriol that it seems that all the creators of that lighthearted comedy had personally offended him. Instead of angry and intimidating it looks more like he was hugging himself. Pitiful, Huaisang would say but he didn’t have a death wish.

The door opens with a bang once more and Jiang Cheng visibly flinches.

“Sorry!” Wei Wuxian enters the apartment like a whirlwind. “I, kinda just, uhm, forgot my things?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and just heads straight to his room, leaving Lan Wangji awkwardly standing in the doorway.

Nie Huaisang sighs and stands up to stretch his legs and grab the remote. “Don’t worry Wei-xiong.” He says with an exaggerated sigh. “I was just about to leave.”

Wei Wuxian comes out still shoving random pieces of clothing into his backpack, nodding effusively while very clearly avoiding eye contact with either of them. “Oh don’t mind me. I won’t be back until tomorrow evening so you can just stay on my room. Or, if you don’t need the extra bed then-”

“Are you leaving or not?!” Jiang Cheng snaps and grabs one of the sturdier cushions.

Everything becomes dead silent for three whole seconds before Wei Wuxian composes himself. “Definitely leaving, forget I was even here! He grabbed his shoes, not even bothering to put them back on in his haste. “There’s left overs in the fridge.” A heavy pause settles and Nie Huaisang has the sense to avoid the line of fire before it’s too late. “There’s condoms in my nightstand!” He flees and milliseconds later the cushion crashes against the closed door.

The following silence is worse than the one after the first interruption. The credits end and now even the background noise is gone.

Nie Huaisang rolls his eyes and sits back on the couch, the distance between them wide enough to fit the elephant in the room.

“I’m still of the opinion that we should talk about it.”

“Weren’t you leaving too?” Jiang Cheng tries to cut him with his barbed words.

Unfortunately for him, Nie Huaisang is not impressed by this display. After growing up with Nie Mingjue his skin is thicker than even Wei Wuxian’s.

“Nope! It’s late. And even if you kick me out, Wei-xiong already let me crash in.” He idly browses through the catalogue and picks an old episode from a series they’re watching together. “I mean, is it that big of a deal?”

“Oh my god just shut up-”

“And it wasn’t even a hookup!” Hasn’t been, and not for a lack of effort. Why do their friends have such perfect timing as to always find them in compromising positions every time things get saucy? “ChengCheng, just chill.” The mocking nickname finally gets Jiang Cheng’s eyes on him.

“You’re not my boyfriend.”

“Those are big words! I never said I was!” He wouldn’t taunt him with something that might come out as cruel. “But they don’t need to know that.”

Jiang Cheng makes a face like he’d tasted something bitter. “For what? And just lie?”

What a paragon of virtue. “Not a lie, technically. If people want a label why not just give it to them?”

“And have your brother give me a shovel talk? No thanks.”

“Aw come on Jiang-xiong, like your sister wouldn’t rip me to pieces too.” Da-ge would most certainly not understand, but he has never understood Nie Huaisang so he’d just shake his head and tell him to be safe.

“Why would you want to date me?” Jiang Cheng hugs himself tighter. “I wouldn’t be able, to do all those things.” Nie Huaisang raises and eyebrow and Jiang Cheng sighs exasperated. “The candlelit dinners, the good morning texts, the-” he recoils with disgust, “pet names, the refusing hanging up at three am even though others have work the next day.”

Nie Huaisang would lie if he didn’t say he wishes for someone to sweep him off his feet and tell him he’s got the stars in his eyes, but it’d be weird coming from Jiang Cheng. Besides, knowing his own dealbreakers, he knows that Jiang Cheng is lashing out afraid.

“Just that? Sure.” He says with an air of lightness. “As long as you’re fine with me sometimes not being up to all of,” he points at the fresh bruise on his neck, “this.” Jiang Cheng looks at his own work and his eyes grow dark. Nie Huaisang wants to laugh.

He’s not repulsed by sex like how Jiang Cheng is by notions of romance, for him it’s just an activity. No passion, not mind blowing heat, just a fun thing to do once in a while when the mood strikes. For Jiang Cheng though, it is just like in the movies, all encompassing and a complete act of trust and vulnerability.

“So that’s it? We’re dating and pretending to be a normal couple,” even the word has him looking like he’s going to gag. “But in private, what?”

Nie Huaisang offers him a big smile. “We do this!” He scoots closer until he’s half on Jiang Cheng’s lap. It’s good that they’re on the same page of craving physical contact. “And actually sleep together. But probably inside a locked room.”

Jiang Cheng opens his arms and lets Nie Huaisang snuggle against him. The friction seems to remind Jiang Cheng’s body of what they were just up to, but it’s easy to ignore it for the time being.

Nie Huaisang changes to an episode they haven’t actually seen before so they can continue their movie night and it’s only after halfway through it that Jiang Cheng speaks again.

“I… I do love you.”

“I know.” It’s true, Nie Huaisang does know. It might not be in the conventional way, but he knows the depth of feelings they hold for each other.

“I’m just,” he says, tired. “I’m broken.”

That has Nie Huaisang turning to face him. “No you’re not.” He frowns. “You, Jiang Cheng, are one of the most loving and caring people out there. If others don’t recognize it for what it is then it’s their fault and they don’t deserve you.” He says with finality.

Jiang Cheng meet his eyes, tentative, and lightly kisses his lips. Nie Huaisang feels them tingle even from that brief touch but the other looks unaffected.

No, that’s not the word. He looks relieved, content.

Nie Huaisang’s heart soars and aches the tiniest bit. Jiang Cheng can’t give him something he’s not capable of giving, just how Nie Huaisang might sometimes not want to do things that in other moments he’s fine doing. They’ll just have to navigate this sort of relationship that no book ever teaches you about. But at the end of the day, it’s love. If other’s want to put a name to it even if doesn’t fit them, that’s their own problem.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t look at him like Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian look at each other, yet Nie Huaisang wouldn’t have it any other way.

#mdzs #mxtx fanfic #sangcheng #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #my stuff #short prompt #i say yet it’s over 1k

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ma-tsu-the-male-goddess · 3 years ago

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

I wasn’t really tagged for this, but I was tagged in this by @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights and I thought it looked fun!

I’m sorry nothing is linked on here, I’m doing this on mobile and Struggling ™. My AO3 name is SunYiJie if you want to check me out!

How many works do you have on AO3?

20! And honestly even that number is a surprise. I feel like I never write ;;

What’s your total AO3 word count?

50,118 (25,000 of those comes from a fic where I only wrote a couple chapters)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

9 ish? Detective Conan/Magic Kaito, Young Justice, Sanders Sides, Miraculous Ladybug, Megamind, Luca, Kingdom Hearts, How to Train Your Dragon, Danny Phantom, and a couple miscellaneous fics based off Bullet in the Brain and other short stories.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Stuffed Pigs aren’t Good Therapy

Crying Akuma in Times of Crisis

The Element of Surprise

Encounters

Unexpected Phone Call

(The first three are MLB which is very active, and the second two are Detective Conan which very not)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Absolutely, though sometimes it takes me a bit. Someone wrote two beautiful comments on my Luca fics and i haven’t been able to respond to them yet bc they’re so unbelievably nice. Also whenever I get responses to my comments on other fics I get this huge rush so I try to give that to other people too.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Lights Go Out, considering everything, but I have several fics basically written to ponder on/result in death so (How to be an Inanimate Object, Cake in the Road, You Had a Feeling It Would End Today, From Below) all make that list too.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Maybe The Men at the Table? Or Villian Capri-tiaSUN? Encounters? I don’t tend to really write many multi-chartered fics, and most of mine aren’t really happy, but these make me some of the happiest to read?

Send me away? Is Hurt/Comfort so it probably fits both of those categories

Do you write crossovers? If yes, what’s the craziest thing you’ve written?

Yes! Though most of mine never make it out of my WIP idea docs. Villian Capri-tiaSUN is a Megamind/Kingdom Hearts fic and I love it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not unless you count the, ‘are you ever gonna finish this?’ comments. Which are, rough

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don’t think so

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yep, several. Phandom Phight Club 2020 and Villain Capri-tiaSUN were with @taliaxlatia .We have another crack fic crossover planned but idk when that will happen

Stuffed Pigs aren’t Good Therapy was with @tharkflark1 and we sometimes come up with other head canons and fic ideas together too

I’m actually working with @summershantees on a Sanders Sides fic right now, though I’ve had to take a break from it for school-related reasons. I’m excited for it!

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Do Not ask me this. Let’s just go with it’s a lot and leave it there. I’ve been getting really into The Untamed rn so maybe Wei Wuxian/Lan WangJi atm

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ugh so many. Right now? Probably Stabbed Through the Heart (or Side as the Case May Be)

Love the concept I’m just lacking in motivation

Check out the ‘my unwritten aus’ tag for some of my other WIP concept ideas

What’s your writing strengths?

Ideas ideas ideas. Believe me I am never lacking in new ideas and headcanons to write about. It’s a problem

What’s your writing weaknesses?

Finishing my WIPs. Or fleshing them out. I write and plan out so much but I have a hard time just sitting down and writing them out in story form

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

Not a huge fan? I get it if it’s a meaning-laden nickname (like ‘aibou’) but it can be distracting, and if the reader happens to understand the language you write in, they get like, secret information and I feel bad leaving people out.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Young Justice, I actually started my first fanfiction in a magazine publishing/creative writing class back in like 9th? grade

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I think either The Men at the Table or Lights go out, which are Sanders Sides and Miraculous Ladybug, respectively,

Tagging (if you want to!):

I’ve already tagged a couple people above, but how about @starr-fall-knight-rise and @dragonfairy1231 too! And anyone else who wants to!

Also boosting my AO3/trope and fanfiction-related blog @recs-and-tropes , come say hi!

#my unwritten aus #recs and tropes #sunyijie #my art #my writing #Ao3 #fanfiction #tag game #ask game #fanfic #miraculous ladybug #danny phantom #kingdom hearts #detective conan #young justice #sanders sides

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ibijau · 3 years ago

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Counterfeit AU pt6 / On AO3

Meng Yao makes himself useful after losing his job, and discovers something unexpected

Names are funny things, Meng Yao thinks as he stares at the sheet of paper in his hand.

Funny things indeed.

After everything that went down in the Hanshi, it's Beastie that saves Meng Yao from himself.

Left to his own devices, he would have either wallowed in misery, or waste time proving to himself that everything that happened wasn't his fault, the way he knows he's done in other lives. But when he comes home after having his past lives thrown into his face and losing a job he loves, Beastie’s mother corners him just as he puts his key into his lock. Her daughter is on school holiday, she explains, and was supposed to be looked after by a friend with children of a similar age. But one of the children came down with something contagious, so the whole plan fell through, and the poor woman now desperately needs help finding someone to look after her daughter.

She’s not asking for Meng Yao to play the babysitter, but he knows so many people, he has so many connections, maybe he could pull a favour somewhere, help her out again.

“I can take care of her for a few days,” Meng Yao offers without thinking. “I’m jobless as of today.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! What happened?”

“My employer died,” Meng Yao replies, which is close enough to the truth. He doesn’t think Nie Huaisang will continue using his Shanzi alias after this, and they’ll never meet again. He might as well be dead. “I don’t plan on looking for a new job right away, so I can babysit for a while, it’s no big deal.”

She tries to insist that he doesn’t need to be doing that, but quickly agrees after some reassurance that Meng Yao doesn’t mind. She looks so relieved she could cry as she says she’ll drop Beastie in the morning. Meng Yao smiles, certain that his mother would be proud of him for doing what’s right.

Having Beastie around is definitely the best choice he could have made. She’s a good kid, but she’s also high energy and needs to be entertained, which means he doesn’t get to think too much about how much he misses Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen.

They watch movies together, as they’ve always done when he picked her up after school. They go for walks to a nearby park, and once to a museum to look at old armours and swords. He buys Beastie a fake sword, though they agree to keep it at his place, since her mother already despairs that she so strongly favours boy’s toys. In fact, Meng Yao ends up just spoiling that little girl, the way he would have loved someone to do for him when he was her age. He even has Nie Huaisang’s console repaired so she can play on it, instead of selling it as he’d intended.

The video games are a big hit with her. She’s particularly in love with the same game Nie Huaisang spent too many hours on, that weird little terraforming thing which Meng Yao can’t see the appeal of. He liked that it made Nie Huaisang happy. He likes that it also makes Beastie happy, and that she’s very careful not to ruin the work previously put into it, focused instead on maintaining it and planting flowers

“It looks like home,” she explains when Meng Yao asks about that, and lifts the console for him to see.

It doesn’t look like a homely place, he thinks, and more like a military fortress right out of a wuxia drama. But Meng Yao doesn’t get to make that remark, because his phone vibrates, demanding his attention. Beastie, sitting crossed legs on some cushion on the floor, goes back to watering virtual flowers, while Meng Yao checks some news from his bank account. A lump sum has been sent to him, a good deal more than his usual salary, coming from an account registered under a name he doesn’t recognise.

It has been a week since he was fired.

Nie Huaisang kept his promise.

It really is over.

Not that Meng Yao really doubted it. Nie Huaisang has many faults but indecision has never been one, though he’s always been good at pretending otherwise. Once his choice is made he toys with expectations but rarely ever changes his mind.

Rarely, of course, isn’t never. Meng Yao, foolishly, hoped to be one of those few exceptions.

Those new zeroes on his bank account feel like a divorce, and he never even got a honeymoon.

That night, Meng Yao allows himself a few hours to wallow in misery, after Beastie went back to her mother. He is only human, and it does feel good to eat take-away in front of a cheesy romance. The film's hero doesn't get the girl, who was dead all along. Meng Yao cries, even though he's seen that movie before.

By morning, he's in control again, and takes Beastie to the park so she can run around in the sun, and scare pigeons with her sword.

Those holidays are all great fun, until Beastie’s mother reminds them that she has homework to do.

Beastie is a clever kid, there’s no doubt about it, but she doesn’t much like doing her homework, least of all when she feels she could be playing. It takes all of Meng Yao’s negotiation skills to get her to even look at her school books, and he almost resorts to bribery to make her pick up a pencil. But she works hard once she starts, and Meng Yao, wanting to encourage her, sits with her at the kitchen table to update his resume. Beastie will go back to class soon, and inactivity just isn’t in his temper.

When Beastie is done with her work, she gets permission to put on whatever movie she likes while Meng Yao checks what she’s done in case it needs correcting.

But when he picks up the sheet of simple maths she’s expected to give her teacher on monday, all Meng Yao sees is her name.

It’s really funny. He knows her name of course, though he hasn’t heard it in a while. Even her mother took up to calling her Beastie after he nicknamed her that. It just fits her so well, that active little girl who prefers trousers over dresses because they're easier to move in and always wants to play at fighting. She’s a real little monster, and Meng Yao loves her like that. She’s just Beastie.

But according to the homework she’s spent the afternoon on, she’s also Nie Mingjue.

It could just be a coincidence. Names are funny like that, they pop up in unexpected places, they get forgotten and reused. Perhaps in another life, Meng Yao would have just dismissed it as a random incident.

In another life, he wouldn’t have been called Meng Yao.

It’s the first time this happens since that first life they all shared. He’s Meng Yao again, Lan Xichen bears his old name too, and now he’s found a Nie Mingjue, hiding right under his nose. A Nie Mingjue who likes fighting, and claims that her toy sword is actually a sabre, and who always insists a lot on things being fair, even when Meng Yao tries to give her the biggest share of a food she likes.

It can’t be a coincidence.

Meng Yao needs to tell someone.

He needs to tell Nie Huaisang.

He tries, of course, and without surprise his former employer’s number has been terminated. He has the same luck trying to send an email. Nie Huaisang might as well never have existed. Meng Yao feels helpless, torn between tears and laughter. After spending centuries looking for his brother, Nie Huaisang just might have lost his chance due to being so damn dramatic. Serves him right, Meng Yao thinks, still bitter about being discarded so easily, and never getting a chance to see if things might work better in this life.

Bitterness doesn’t last. Meng Yao cares about Nie Huaisang, more than he should if he were a little smarter, and he knows how important finding his brother again would be for him. And if Nie Huaisang can’t be directly contacted, there’s always indirect ways.

It’s not that Meng Yao misses Lan Xichen, he tells himself that night, when Beastie is back with his mother and he starts writing a long text message on his phone. Well, it’s not just that, anyway. He does miss Lan Xichen, sweet and funny and so eager when talking about art. But more importantly, Lan Xichen probably has access to Lan Wangji, who clearly must know how to contact Nie Huaisang.

Texting Lan Xichen is a strategic choice.

The way Meng Yao's heart jumps inside his chest when Lan Xichen immediately replies is�� it's strategic too. He's just glad that his plan is working.

How have you been? :)

I could have been worse. I've just realised something and I think it concerns you. I've told you about that kid I babysit, haven't I?

Little Beastie? Is she okay? D:

She's Nie Mingjue.

This time, the answer isn't immediate. Meng Yao stares nervously at his phone, wondering if Lan Xichen thinks he's lying, or planning something. Considering their first life, who could blame him?

But after a few minutes, his phone vibrates again.

Sorry, I dropped my phone and couldn't get it back from under the couch. Are you sure?? (⊙ˍ⊙)

It all fits. You could come meet her if you want. But it's him, I'm sure.

Did you tell Nie Huaisang???

I can't contact him. Are you in touch with Lan Wangji? Maybe he can warn him.

I have his number, I just texted him! I'll keep you updated! It's so wonderful if it's da-ge!! Can I really meet him? ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Her*?

I'll send you my address. If you can come tomorrow, she'll be there.

Are you sure? I don't think da-ge would still want me around. (≧﹏ ≦)

Meng Yao gives that question the consideration it deserves. It's not an unfair worry to have, and he'd be wondering the same if he hadn't known Beastie for so long.

I literally killed him, and he killed me. If she had to hate anyone it'd be me, but we get along great. We're no longer the same people we used to be. It's the same for her.

If you're sure, then I'll come! (❁´w`❁)

Meng Yao is very sure indeed.

So Lan Xichen comes.

It's odd to invite someone to his flat. It's a small place, a bit messy, full of trinkets and DVDs that Meng Yao would never admit to owning, not with the image he wants to create. He's always avoided guests. But having Lan Xichen over is as rewarding as it is terrifying. Lan Xichen brought some charming little cakes, as if he's visiting someone important, and he smiles at the sight of a movie poster on the wall, confessing he watched it so often as a teenager that the tape broke one day.

"It's my favourite too!" Beastie exclaims. "Meng-ge has it, you know! Can we watch it now?"

Normally, Meng Yao would point out that it's a little rude to ask that when they have a guest. But he can see that Lan Xichen is nervous and unsure how to act around Nie Mingjue, and maybe a movie will let them all relax.

In the end, they spend a pleasant afternoon, the three of them. Once Lan Xichen stops worrying that the Nie Mingjue of old will appear and shout at him for getting him killed, he starts chatting with Beastie about her favourite movies, what she's learning in school, what she wants to be when she grows up. She's very happy to answer, and very impressed when he explains he's a teacher, even though she's finding it hard to accept that most of his students are fully adult.

And when Beastie is back with her mother, Lan Xichen lingers for a while, tempted by the offer of Meng Yao's favourite takeaway.

“It’s amazing how much like him she is,” Lan Xichen says as they sit on the sofa to wait for the food to arrive. “It’s the first time he reincarnates, you know. At least, Wangji told me they’d never found any trace of him before.”

Guilt shoots through Meng Yao. It’s his fault if Nie Mingjue’s soul was so fractured it took him this long to be reborn. Or at least, it’s the fault of someone he was, once, which is nearly the same, and yet completely different. Meng Yao has learned from living and dying several times, and he’s lucky enough to live in a kinder world than Jin Guangyao did. It helps.

“She’s also different from him, though,” Lan Xichen continues, moving just a little closer, until they’re almost touching.

“We’ll, for starters she’s a kid,” Meng Yao points out, wondering if he should take the other man’s hand. If this had happened before the Hanshi, he would have, but he’s not sure where they stand now.

“It’s not just that. In that first life, I knew da-ge as a child too and he was…” Lan Xichen sighs and makes a vague hand gesture. “He was a lot. Way too serious sometimes. We all were, I suppose, but him most of all. The Nie tended to grow fast, to compensate for dying young. I’m… I’m glad that he gets to properly be a child this time. That she gets to be a child.”

“The world has changed,” Meng Yao says, finding the courage at last to brush his fingers against Lan Xichen’s. “Things aren’t always easy but they’re… easier, I suppose.”

Lan Xichen’s returns that touch, gentle and careful as always. This, too, is easier now than it was back then. It’s not easy, but there’s less pressure to conform, less demands to be good dutiful sons, and just a little more space to be their own people, to make their own choices.

Maybe in their next life they’ll meet again and it’ll be even easier to be like this. But even now, Meng Yao is ready to take the chances that his past self wouldn’t have dared to dream of. He leans toward Lan Xichen, hoping to kiss him, but a knock on the door interrupts them and he jumps to his feet to go get their food. The delivery man looks at him a little funny, but makes no comment. If Meng Yao is half as red as Lan Xichen, he deserves those odd looks.

Nothing happens again that night. The moment has passed, and after eating, Lan Xichen has to go home because he has engagements the day after that he can’t cancel.

It's not a date that night, no more than any of their previous encounters were.

It's not a date then, but next time, when Lan Xichen invites him to a restaurant, Meng Yao is informed in no unclear terms that this is, in fact, a date. They go see a movie after, and Meng Yao gets to kiss one of the two most handsome men in the world.

Life is good.

Life is really good, and yet Meng Yao wants more.

In spite of their efforts, Lan Xichen and him can't get in touch with Nie Huaisang to inform him that his brother has finally reincarnated. Even Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are getting worried. From what they told Lan Xichen they haven't had any contact with him since the day they picked him up at the Hanshi.

"They say he's done that before," Lan Xichen tells him. "They think he'll return in a decade or two, maybe a little longer. Time is hard for immortals, they lose track easily."

That's all very well for them, but Meng Yao doesn't have a few decades to waste, and neither does Nie Mingjue. They're not immortals. One bad illness, a reckless driver, just tripping in the stairs, and it's all over until they reincarnate again, and Meng Yao is done with missed chances.

If he can't directly get in touch with Nie Huaisang, Meng Yao can make a few discreet calls to former buyers, and advise them to get their purchase asserted again, just in case. He makes sure to only contact people who bought legitimate artworks of course. He wants to make a wave, not get in trouble. If Meng Yao knows Nie Huaisang even half as well as he thinks he does, then even in hiding Nie Huaisang will be checking what’s happening in the world of art collectors, and he’ll hear about some of his buyers suddenly becoming fearful of fakes.

It’s a little mean perhaps, when Nie Huaisang is so proud of his counterfeits, but kindness has never been Meng Yao’s greatest quality.

Besides, it works.

One afternoon, when Meng Yao is alone at home, checking a job offer that he’s probably going to reject because he deserves better, there’s a knock on the door. Meng Yao considers ignoring it, but some of his elderly neighbours have been coming to ask for help with their phones or whatever new fancy blender their kids got them to make life easier. Usually, five minutes of easy work means free homemade food for his next meal, which is always a great deal.

When he opens the door, there’s a very old man waiting in the corridor alright, but free food is probably out of the question.

“Well, I’m here,” Nie Huaisang says. “Whatever is going on, it’d better be important.”

#xisangyao #xiyao #sangyao #xisang #counterfeit au #lan xichen #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes

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kurishiri · 4 years ago

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Piofiore: Can we talk about Yang?

Some spoilers present! (Especially in the notes.)

Yes, that one character that probably has the West riled up because how horrible of a person he is. If you played his route, you'd know. I just finished his best end and will go for his good and bad ends at a later time.

This route just gave me the Qianqiu vibes all this time. Yang is like Yan Wushi in Qianqiu. They're both just outright bad people who do some bad things to the protagonist... and who get feelings for the "innocent (but not weak)" protagonist, Lili in Piofiore and Shen Qiao in Qianqiu. Somehow, they fall for each other, and you just don't know how, seeing as they're literal polar opposites, but it somehow works.

Well... one should obviously not expect Yang's route to be like Nicola when it comes to romance. I won't deny the presence of it in Yang's route, but you won't ever hear an "I love you" from Yang. Only in dreams, haha. In fact, his way of professing his love, he says Lili "distracts him from his boredom" and that if she leaves him before he lets her go (if there does happen to come a day), then he'll "kill" her.

I would describe their dynamic as "finding a middle ground". While Yang becomes more human in his own way because of Lili, she becomes more "crazy" in her own way because of Yang. That, and Yang has a genuine and an apparently for-once a long term interest in Lili, and Lili has a desire to try to understand Yang, even though they had lived worlds apart.

That said, I liked the humor in Yang's route. I just thought it was more funny and I laughed more than Nicola's route. When I say "humor" though, I usually mean the really dark humor. Yang's sly humor, so to speak! There are some more light-hearted moments, but given this focuses on Yang... it's not a lot, haha.

So, I would like to argue that Yang is not a psychopath.

Colloquially speaking, yes, since he's crazy, but psychologically, he doesn't seem that way to me. I think a "sociopath" would fit Yang better.

Psychopaths tend to put up new personas that fit the situation. Yang just... doesn't care? He never really changes. Lili notices this too, as she shares with Dante:

Lili: "... He doesn't have two faces."

For another, I think he does have some genuine feelings for Lili. We can especially see that through a couple of places in the story. There are definitely not many, and they're rather subtle:

・Lan and Fei

The twins! Aren't they so cute? I love the scenes with them so much. They basically act as Lili's bodyguard and even though Fei's pretty opposed to it at first, he warms up a lot to Lili throughout the story to the point he enjoys guarding her.

Anyway, Lan and Fei are probably the most major non-LI side characters in Yang's route. They knew Yang for a long time, so they're the ones who constantly reveal that Yang has treated Lili differently than any other woman he's had, and he has kept her longer than any other woman too.

You can say they are the "observant third party" who can pick up on more things than Yang and Lili themselves (lol).

・"Lili"

As you know, Lili is Liliana's nickname. At some point, he just truncates that "ana" part and started calling her Lili.

I noticed in his route in general, it seemed like as the route went on, he started using her name more in general. At first, he used "Liliana", but then it changed to "Lili" and stayed that way. This is very likely a subconscious gesture on Yang's part (as love is too), knowing him, but it's still there...

By the way, I'd suggest to use "Liliana" and "Lili" for the name of the heroine here. If you do, the love interests will say "Liliana" and "Lili". Yang's route particularly... whenever he says her name, my heart goes ドキドキ!

・———

Yang is just a street name. At first, he said he forgotten his real name, but I would have bet money that he didn't really forget it. He just didn't want to tell Lili at the time she realized Yang wasn't his real name.

Turns out he actually did remember his real name. It seems like Lili was the first person he ever revealed this to. Aside from briefly hinting that he's led a rough life up till now, his background is shrouded in mystery. So, when he does reveal his real name, that's already a pretty big "opening up" moment for him.

So... all in all, I really like Yang! There were some rough moments and disturbing scenes in there, sure, but when it comes to overall enjoyment, I really like it. His route definitely is not a typical "otome" romance, but he was like a breath of fresh air. I'm definitely in the "He's a bad person (he even admits this himself, along with Lili), but why can't I hate him?" boat, haha.

#piofiore #piofiore: fated memories #yang #kind of analysis? idk

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julieandthefandoms · 3 years ago

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Housefull 2 MDZS/The Untamed AU

HELLO THERE MY LOVELIES! I’M MAKING A WILD TUMBLR REAPPEARANCE AND I BRING WITH ME SHINY NEW SHOWS I’VE WATCHED AND PERHAPS THE GREATEST AU I’VE EVER WRITTEN DOWN!

Okay, so, I’m going to preface this by saying that I finally watched the Untamed over the past summer and now am slightly obsessed. I am also in the middle of reading the novel and watching the animation, so... that’s something.

Anyway, today, I decided that it would be a good idea to rewatch my favorite childhood film, a little Bollywood comedy titled Housefull 2. Upon rewatching this, I realized that the MDZS characters would fit really well into the convoluted mess of this plot and so I wrote a little bullet pointed AU idea thing.

(I don’t think I’ll have the time to write this, so if anyone wants to use this concept, pleaseeee tag me/tell me about it. Also, if anything like this is already written, pleaseee tell me too, I need the crack content.) (I’m also desi, by the way, so I don’t know much about Chinese culture, so please tell me if anything is offensive or just plain inaccurate.)

So, without further ado, I’ll be presenting this Housefull 2 MDZS/The Untamed AU!

-As per canon, JZX is emotionally constipated and couldn’t communicate until after his engagement with JYL got split up. Having made their sister cry, JC, WWX, and NHS (who gets roped into it) plan to crush JZX for hurting JYL.

-They send WQ to crush JZX by breaking his heart but give her such vague instructions that she accidentally falls for Mianmain.

NHS: “So... who’re we supposed to use to crush this Peacock. I mean, it can’t be any of us.”

WWX: “I don’t know about y’all, but I’d be great at this mission.” *wiggles eyebrows*

JC *rolls eyebrows*: “I think you forgot that mom will have your head if you do something like this.”

JC: “Hey, you remember her from university?”

WWX: “Who?”

JC: “You know, *her*, the one with the needles who could murder anyone and get away with it”

WWX: *laughing* “Holy hell, the Peacock doesn’t know what’s coming for him!”

NHS: “And who might this mystery lady be?” He says, knowing exactly who this mystery lady is.

JC and WWX: “Wen Qing.”

-All the while, JGS thinks that WQ and JZX are engaged because the Idiot Trio sent an envoy ahead that claimed WQ was a head disciple of Jiang and is a replacement for JYL. JGS has now set the engagement of WQ and JZX in August.

-They find out about Mianmian/LQY and WQ too late, and now JC, WWX, and NHS send someone else, LWJ, to crush JZX’s heart.

JC: “You can’t continue to do this, what happened to our deal?!”

WQ: *death glares* “What our deal said was that I needed to woo someone vaguely in relation to the nickname “Peacock” and happened to be in Lanling as payback for JZX breaking your sister’s heart, I don’t think I’m the one who forgot our deal here.”

JC: “And your first thought was that Mianmian/LQY was Peacock?!”

WQ: “She’s pretty and a Jin, so…”

Before there would be a throw down in this place, WWX interrupted: “Okay, WQ it’s alright that you feel for Mianmian/LQY, but who is supposed to help us teach JZX a lesson now?”

NHS: “I don’t know, but it could maybe be someone who’s already close to JZX.”

JC: “That sounds like a horrible ide- Wait, that’s lowkey kinda genius. Do you remember him from university?”

WWX: “Him?”

JC: “Yeah, you know, him, the one who’s entire vocabulary was the syllable “Mn” and whom you pined after for years.”

WWX *blushing like there’s no tomorrow*: “We can’t send him, he’ll probably send me off to do 50 handstands”

JC: “Please, he’s do anything you ask him to”

NHS: *flutters his fan while knowing to an extreme degree what’s going to happen*

-They send WWX as LWJ’s ‘driver’ for him to make sure the plan is on track, but it just ends in LZ/WY pining. JC is also sent there as a businessman since he needs to make sure JGS doesn’t suspect anything too suspicious. At the same time though, because JGS thinks WQ and JZX are engaged and since LWJ spends most of his free time talking to Mianmian/LQY about his hopeless pining, JGS starts to think that Mianmian/LQY and LWJ are to be engaged and plans another engagement. JGS is quick to inform LQR about this and now LQR thinks that his nephew is married to Mianmian/LQY and that they’re getting married in August.

-At some point here, LXC is in Lanling to visit his bud Meng Yao and that’s when JC and LXC begin talking and stuff. (This can be platonic or romantic, I don’t have a personal preference).

-Additionally, this is also when WWX and LWJ begin investigating the happenings of Lanling and discover the extent of an asshole JGS is. They'd probably be reported sporadically and NHS definitely sent this evidence to detectives XXC and Song Lan.

-So far, no one has gotten to properly executing this plan, and JC & WWX are beginning to question things. Because things couldn’t possibly get worse, this is the moment when Madam Yu decides that it’d be a good idea to visit the Jins in order to remind them of their arranged marriage between JYL and JZX. So now, JC and WWX have to drag both LXC and JYL into this convoluted plot because otherwise everything would go horribly wrong. JC, WWX, NHS, JYL, LXC, WQ, LWJ, and Mianmian/LQY (WQ directly told the boys that if they don’t let Mianmian/LQY in on this, she’ll personally shove a needle where it hurts) are in this room together, attempting to processes the absolute mess that has occurred. (Poor JZX is still living obliviously, his father didn’t even tell him that he’s technically engaged to WQ now. JZX is just vibing in confusion and thinks he’s just being buds with LWJ because LWJ is horrible at flirting with anyone that’s not WWX so his job of breaking JZX is... not going well.) In the end, after being on the receiving end of many of JYL’s disappointed looks, JC and WWX convince her to help them with their plot just this once. (She wouldn’t tell anyone that she was secretly pleased, but hey, JYL kept her vengeance deep, deep down low and deserved to exercise it just this once.)

-(it is important to note here that in this AU, Madame Yu doesn’t know what JZX looks like)

-The plan would be that LXC would (reluctantly) pretend to be JZX in front of Madam Yu. Additionally, Madame Yu thinks the actual JZX is NHS (because JC panicked and that’s the first name he could come up with when Madam Yu asked who was that kid if LXC was JZX). This was to drive JGS off their tails as he still believed that WQ is engaged to JZX now. (He did email LQR about this as well who now thinks his nephews are now engaged to JYL and Mianmian/LQY, respectively, and are going to be married that August.) This is the part where WWX and LWJ finally start realizing that their feelings are mutual after a pep talk from Mianmian/LQY, LXC, and WQ (who’s pep talk sounded more like a shovel talk) for LWJ and from JC, NHS, and JYL for WWX. This is also when Mianmian/LQY and WQ grow closer and also decide that the rest of the group is useless and team up with NHS to knock some sense into JZX. Finally, JZX becomes less emotionally constipated and confesses to JYL, and because WWX, JYL, and JC think that an intervention from the scariest trio (WQ, Mianmian/LQY, NHS) is apt punishment, they call an end to their payback. (Also partially due to JZX having character growth as different characters grilled him throughout this AU). While this is great for our mains, it can only cause a bunch of shenanigans because of the way the parental figures interpret this situation.

-JGS and Madame Jin think the pairings are: WQ/JZX, LQY/LWJ, LXC/JYL, WWX/NHS

-Madame Yu thinks the pairings are: JZX (except it’s LXC’s version of JZX)/JYL, LWJ/WWX, LQY/WQ, and (maybe?) JC/NHS (except it’s JZX who got confused for NHS)

-LQR thinks the pairings are: WQ/JZX, LQY/LWJ, and LXC/JYL

-Meanwhile, the pairings actually are: JZX/JYL, LWJ/WWX, LQY/WQ, and (maybe?) JC/LXC

-In conclusion, they’re all utterly fucked. Therefore, they have to bring everyone into this convoluted plot now, and finally JZX’s experiences over the past months make a little more sense to him. While discussing this mess they’ve created, WWX has an idea.

WWX: “Okay, so, looking at the actual chart of who everyone thinks is who, the biggest disparity is between Madam Yu and JGS’s viewpoints, right? What if we just removed Madam Yu from the equation, make Madam Jin and Madam Yu have a falling out so that Madam Yu won’t be invited to the wedding so that we can focus on one of the false interpretations of all the relationships happening.”

JC: “Madam Jin and Madam Yu have been the best of friends, how are we supposed to make them hate each other?”

JYL: “I mean, we could stage something, a betrayal of some sort.”

NHS: “I’m liking the way you think.”

-So through this plot and NHS’s concerning amount of connections, our group succeeds in breaking apart Madam Yu and Madam Jin’s friendship. JC and WWX also manage to worm their way into convincing the Jins to let JYL marry LXC to “spite Madam Yu’s wish of combining the Jiang and Jin families.” Because of JGS arranging and emailing parents throughout this fic, JYL, JZX, LXC, Mianmian/LQY, WQ, NHS, WWX, and LWJ are basically set to be married in August, except it’s to the wrong person! Soon enough, the wedding day arrives and the gang has a plan: they’ll dress the exact same and have the most elaborate and disruptive headpieces so that their faces are covered.

(Note: Instead of NHS being part of the people getting married as it should be, JC is replaces him for the actual ceremony. Since the our marrige folks have their faces covered, nobody really notices that JC replaced NHS and is marrying LXC. This can be either because of a marriage of convenience to combine companies, or out of actual feelings. I’m cool with either interpretation in my head. Meanwhile, NHS is out in the crowd and People didn’t him because of his surprisingly useful camouflage fan.)

-And so, the group sets NHS as their distraction while JC pretends to be NHS for the wedding ceremony. NHS basically knocks into the most expensive vase he can find so that most of the parental figures turn around, giving the group getting married the opportunity to switch places with one another until they’re in the right spot. So, a bunch of stuff happens, Madam Yu barges in to yell about how disgraceful it is for the Jins to go on with this marriage even though they broke the engagement in the first place and betrayed the trust of the Jiang corporation. Madam Yu also just, airs out JGS’s dirty laundry in a real badass way.

-It’s all chaotic. Hell breaks loose. JGS goes batshit crazy and starts bringing our firearms. And so, basically, everyone ends up hiding behind pillars and stuff, though, eventually, after everyone has to run out of their hiding spot’s because Su She cannot shut the fuck up and keeps getting the other’s exposed, they all pile behind JGS in the world’s worst game combined game of Hide & Seek and Slither.io. It all finally ends when JGS gets arrested for a shit ton of crimes, and everything finally ends with a joint wedding between 8 people, except this time it’s with the right partners.

So, yeah, that’s the AU that I wrote in a dazed craze in the past 2 hours. I hope it was at least partially understandable. I hope y’all have fun with it! Again, if you know of a fanfic that’s got a similar energy or want to write something similar, please tell me, I need more fanfiction. Also, that last scene is basically a direct copy of this scene from the movie Housefull 2. (I’m sorry though, I can’t find an english subbed version of the scene. :(

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lightbulb77724 · 4 years ago

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Here is a short story I made for school

While walking down the street isabela and katie came across a group of six teenagers that look close to their age. Kaite ran towards them, Isabela just stood there and assumed they knew each other so she decided to join them. When she got closer she felt that they had met before.

“Hey issy” a short girl in a bright orange hoodie called over

“Oh um hey?” isabela was confused; she didn't know how they knew her. Her sister never said anything about them and she wasn't one to go to parties or anywhere for that matter so how is it that they knew her. Then she saw that the girl wasn't human. She had the ears of a fox and a tail to match. She also noticed how much she tried to hide them constantly trying to pull the hood up and keep her tail tucked in. She then noticed her face was wearing an eye patch covering her right eye.

“You don’t remember us do you” a girl with long black hair next to the short girl. She kept pulling her back to her side every time she tried to run. She also had an eye patch on her right eye and a pentagon on her left wrist holding the girl. “Ahh always the forgetful one am i rite kiki” a blond girl said “what did i say about calling me that” the short boy said next to her. The girl was wearing an olive green jacket drinking coffee. The short boy had white hair and hoodie clearly annoyed with the girl's nickname. A boy with black hair stepped up holding the hand of a girl who looks similar to him which isabela assumed to be his twin “can we get on with why we are here please kaity” he said looking at the blond “o o ya sorry. Isabela we are here to help you find your group we will explain everything but first can everyone say your names i know we all know each other but she forgot” kaite said gesturing to her older sister and back at the group. She then pointed atthe boy with white hair “i’m-” “hey im cora but you know me as fox my aillis” the short one said “that's not your aillis it’s you last name.” the girl next to her said “i'm valkyrie vince valentine nice to see you again isabela” valkyrie put her hand out and isabela took it. “Hey can i speak now” they all nodded and he shighd “good, im kio hey” she nodded in return “clara nice to see you again” the girl looked at isabela “i would say the same but i still don’t remember” clara said it was fine next was the twins “ max and this here is my sister daisy, she’s shy so you won't hear much” cora and clara stifled a laugh and hid behind valkyrie who pushed them away not wanting to be apart of there jokes.

“Ok now that we all know each other we can talk about how they know you……...there your extras” isabela stared at her shocked and confused. “How i thought i got rid of you and your real people” “ok one ow! Don’t forget I'm one too. And two yes we are how do you think you're things go missing, a brownie no this isn't spiderwick chronicles this is real life be realistic” kaity said making isabela slightly mad “you lied to me for all of my life all of you did” isabela pointed at all of them remembering her past “i needed help and you all new it i trusted you now look most of them are missing and assumed to have died three ran away and who knows what happened to the rest” isabela started to cry so she looked away from them. She heard footsteps and someone hugged her from behind “ don’t forget everything happens for a reason that's what she told you right and that's why we're here let's bring them home”. After she calmed down, Cora let go and ran back to her spot next to valkyrie. Isabela turned around and asked for the time “3:04” clara looked to cora who looked back at her like they had just got the best idea “because its late how about we all get a motel room together like the old times and in the morning we can look” the blond stated kaity seemed to like that idea and happily clapped her hands “yes yes yes get in my car now who is driving” they all looked to each other “ME!” everybody except kio,val and daisy said. “Ok then how about the oldis drives” after valkyrie said that they heard cora giggling “ok no” isabela said sternly “ w-what why im 22” cora pouted “you never got your driver's license” katie said walking towards the car “and who’s fault is that” she said joining the blond “you crashed the car” a soft voice said “he was screaming daisy” cora said as she helped the girl get in to the back of katies seven seater ascent “because you hit a stop sign in front of a preschool” kio said walking away from them.

“Kio, where are you going?” Max said following him “I'm not joining you on the little treasure hunt” he said as he waved to his friends but stopped when Clara said she would tie him up and put him in the back. “ Clara, that's kid-naping” he said as he looked at her. “You're not a kid kiki” then he saw it. In her hands were rope he went to run but she was faster and tied him up. “Ya but if you my extras dissent that means he can turn into a child like the rest of you” she said as she helped Clara drag Kio back. “Solution: tie him up and put him in the front seat” and that's what they did. “So how are we all going to fit in the car” isabela counted the seats Max and Daisy are in the back with starfire isabelas alaskan malamute. Katie and Kio are in the front seats leaving the three middle seats with four people. “Solution:i’ll turn into a kid” and that's just what cora did. Isabela picked her up and sat next to Valkyrie who was next to Clara as they drove to a motel and started their search for 22 people with no leads.

The next morning cora went out to find leads with valkyrie at her side. Max and Daisy went to the store to see if they heard anything and for food. Katie and Kio stayed back while Clara and isabela left.

Isabelas perspective

Clara and I decided to take Katie's car and just drive around to see what we find. “Hey i got a question” i looked at her then back at the road “what job did lan have again”. I smirked remembering the reason she got the job for “she was a detective, said she was going to put me away if she found me why whats up ``''we should break into her office” i took a left heading straight to her place. I looked over and Clara looked confused. “She keeps the important ones at home” she nodded and we continued.

Once we got there Clara went in to get the file. I waited in the car listening to music when Clara opened the door handing me the file. “Ok now let’s see” we were going through the pages when Clara stopped me “what does that mean” i looked to where she was pointing and i was shocked. “That's the hospital record for poppy, it’s the one me,Em and some of the others were working at” she looked at me and i continued reading “poppy left the hospital and Em went after her, this was after the incident she and Em are still alive” i smiled. Something fell out of the file and Clara picked it up. “What is that?” she looked at it then back at me shocked “it’s a letter… from Kristena to Lan.” I looked at her surprised. Clara asked me if she could read it and I nodded in response. As she got closer to the end she read a part that made me happy “while i was looking around the woods i found poppy hope we can all get together again”. I looked up at her and saw she had a smile “there looking for each other, not only that but we got a lead there in the woods” we started up the car and noticed a police car coming our way so we had to just go.

We got back to the motel and Clara filled everyone in on the situation. Turns out Max and Daisy heard something at the store just a rumor but we take what we need.

We pulled up to the abandoned hospital and got out of the car. “ Leave my dog cora” I said as I saw her trying to get her out of the car. I got out my flashlight and the rest followed. The building was dark. It was destroyed on the inside and there was also graffiti everywhere. We all split up into groups of two. I was with Cora. Cora had a duffel bag to carry whatever we found. I just had a flashlight. The hallway we were going through was dark and disgusting. It seemed to connect to the other hallways and a staircase. The rest of us met in the center of the building when Cora ran into a room throwing something in her bag. We heard a creak and Clara looked up. Right above Cora there was a light that started to fall on her. Lucky Clara was faster and pushed her out of the way. I went to check on Cora who was slammed into a boiler. “ Wow Clara I get she is loud but you didn’t have to go that far” Valkyrie joked and started laughing until Max hit her in the back of the head. Me and Katie helped her up. Whail Katie was checking her I looked around and heard a whistling sound coming from behind me. “ Um, what's that sound?” I turned to look at them and saw it. Cora broke the boiler and it's about to explode with the heat. “Run!” I grabbed Clara and Kio and the rest followed.

We were running as fast as we could when we heard an explosion. I turned around to check on them when I saw fier. I let go of their hands as they all ran ahead. I just stood there staring at the fire getting bigger and closer. Cora noticed I didn't join them and when to get me as she was still oblivious to the fier. “Hey what's that smell” as she looked up her eyes widened in fear. Cora started to shake her head over and over again repeating “no, not again”. Valkyrie came to get us “if you stay longer you’ll burn come on, cora”. I might not remember much of them but I do remember Cora is afraid of fire from past trauma and so was i. Cora transformed into a five year old but still didn’t move. Valkyrie picked her up and took my hand, dragging me out.

Once we were outside I could finally breathe. I looked over and saw Cora crying as Valkyrie concerts her. Just because they act like they hate each other doesnt mean they aren't there for one another. “Good your ok i don’t know what i would have done with your dog if you died” clara said but i can clearly tell she was going to cry. Katie came and hugged me while Max was holding his sister.

“I'm sorry we found nothing, “ Daisy said as we walked back to Katie's car. I looked at her and smiled “at least we made it out alive”. I looked at all of them and when I got to her she was smiling like a mad man. “What's wrong with you, you almost died,” Kio said when he grabbed her hoodie. Cora started to laugh “we can’t die remember” Kio looked back at her and smirked “wanna go back and test that”. Cora looked at him shocked and I started to laugh. Max cleared his throat and we all stopped and looked at Cora . She opened her bag and pulled out a camera giving it to me. As I looked at it I saw the name MAC was carved into the side. “Hey max who did you say was there?” i said pointing to the building on fire “ Em why what’s up?” he said looking back at me. I opened up the compartment and read the tape. I was about to speak when I heard sirens. “Get in, I know where to go”. When i was driving cora kept trying to grab the camera. Once she successfully grabbed it with her tiny arms Katie showed her how to play previous tapes.

“Heyyyy welcome to the mother tree” a girl with blue and pink hair said as she sat on a rock with a tree growing on it. “What about Fort rose?” a asian girl with black long hair said. Walking next to her was isabela and a short tan skinned girl all holding sticks. “Apparently things i make don’t matter” isabela said with a pout the short girl pushed her and laughed. “Nana, I was looking for you” the camera focused on two girls both with medium length brown hair. “Ahh what can i say everyone loves me, calm down D and B it was a joke” the one known as nana said to the girls rolling their eyes as she followed them. The camera then focuses on a blond girl holding a baby star fire “ashy what do you hate about fort rose?” mac said to the blond. “They can’t keep things neat” she said as a tall dark skinned girl came from behind the huge old house “o.c.d” she whispered pointing at the girl. “That's not a seacret nole” a girl with her brown hair in a side pony said, scaring the two girls. “Holy- jessy don’t scare people like that, what is it?”nole said staring at the girl. “Have you seen Nia,Em or Emilia?”Jessy said, looking at all of them. Mac then got up and walked to the back of the house. When she got there she saw all of her friends. The rest of them went to sit down for a group photo. “I just want to say tha-”

I took the camera away not wanting to hear what else i had to say thou i remember it like if it was yesterday. “W-what day is it” I yelled at myself for stuttering and started to get out of the car not wanting them to see me like that. We stopped outside the woods. I heard everyone get out of the car. Star fires coller got closer to me till she was by my side. I smiled at her then walked into the woods.

After hours of walking we made it to the mother tree still the same as all those years ago. The old tree was standing tall. The top half broke off years before they found it but it was still surrounded by flowers planted by poppy and some of the rest. It still looked beautiful to me. Carved into it was the sibule we used for fort rose. A small circle with nineteen in it, around it was a bigger circle with four loops connected to the smaller one. Behind the tree was a huge old house. The red paint worn down from harsh weathers and been unattended for years. We all built the house together with rooms for all of us. It was our get away. It belonged to us and no one else. It’s the only home where people like us could go that kept us together. I walked around to the back there was a bonfire in the middle of flat ground by the eave of the roof are folding chairs for everyone. There were five picnic tables. Attaching the tree’s together were fairy lights none of which are plugged in.

I went to the door and noticed one of the lights was on. I stuck my arm out telling them to stop moving. I then opened the door and in front of me was a short girl with black hair. She was shocked and so was i. “BB?” she ran to me and hugged me close. “It's good to see you again,” she said as she let go. “How are you, how did you get here i have so many questions”

She nodded and looked behind me “I will explain later”. She pulled us all in and sat us down in the living room. It was the same as a few seating places: a fireplace,tv,bookshelves,plants, and the group photo. Only thing is that the people aren't here making it really sad and lonely. “I'm happy your back, but there is something or rather some people that need to see you again”.

#creepypasta #oc #la la land

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fortitudina · 4 years ago

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DETAILED CHARACTER BIO QUESTIONS.

Name: Cillian Diarmuid Brockhurst ( Kye-Lan )

Nickname(s): Ci ( Kye ), Brocky, Snipes.

Name significance/meaning: Cillian ~ This name has several known meanings, including “war,” “strife,” and “bright-headed.” The word cille also means “associated with the church,” so the name is often associated with the word “church” or “monastery.”

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Birthday: 11th November

Deathday: ~

Star Sign/Astrology Sign/Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Location: Los Angeles

Birthplace: Los Angeles

Ethnicity: Irish-American

Nationality: American

Race: Caucasian

Physical Appearance: Clean cut and well presented average height male with brunette hair and blue eyes.

Skin Tone: Sandy-Tan ( https://www.schemecolor.com/skin-pastels.php )

Complexion: fair, smooth & soft.

Eye Color: Old World Blue ( x )

Natural Hair Color: Brunette

Height: 5’10” / 1.78m

Weight: 77kg / 169 lbs / 12st 12lbs

Body Type: Mesomorph

Build: Muscular / Athletic

Posture: Healthy [ x ]

Birthmarks: Strawberry mark on his right hip.

Scars: Gunshot scar on the right side of his chest & left side of the hip region of his abdomen. Stabbing scar to his abdomen and one on the back on the right hip area. One on the back of his neck.

Left Handed/Right Handed/Ambidextrous: Right handed

Age Character Appears to Others: 32

Dyed Hair Color: undyed

Usual Hairstyle: Short

Tattoos: Army tattoo on right bicep

Piercings: none

Makeup Style: ~

Clothing Style: Smart-casual

Clothing Size: Chest ~ 32inches / Waist ~ 26inches / Hips ~ 32inches

Shoe Style: Steel-toed boots, sneakers, oxfords.

Shoe Size: 10

Nail Appearance: short, well kept.

Eyebrow Shape: Straight ( x )

Features: Soft features overall; perfectly symmetrical

Face Shape: Oval

Facial Hair: Light stubble

Voice: Deep

Distinguishing Feature: Smile

Extrovert or Introvert: Ambivert

Personality Traits: Cheeky, Compassionate, Loyal

MBTI Personality: ESFJ-A

Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist

Temperament: Cheeky disposition

Mood: Cheerful

Attitude: Positive

Strengths: Caring, Kind, Giving

Flaws: Blunt, Hero Complex, Brash

Mannerisms: Smirking, quirking of eyebrow, cheeky grins

Habits: fiddling with pens or small objects

Morning Person or Night Owl: Morning person

Pet Peeves: idiots, bad lying, loud eaters, slow people ( walking etc )

Favorite Sin: Gluttony

Favorite Virtue: Patience

Weakness: Loved ones or friends & colleagues getting hurt / involved.

Strengths: Sharp-shooter, Skilled hand-to-hand combat.

Expressiveness: strong use of both facial expressions and hand movements.

Ruled by Heart or Mind: A little bit of both; more heart though.

Mindset: Positive

Philosophy: “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit”

Motivated by: Food, Justice, Happiness.

Everyday Speech: “The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.”

Life Motto: “Don't count the days, make the days count.”

Energy Level: High

Memory Level: Eidetic (Photographic) Memory

Disabilities: none

Phobias: Incredibly small spaces.

Addictions: Does pizza and poptarts count?

General aptitude: Fluid Intelligence

Mental Strengths: Problem-Solving, Psychoanalysis,

Mental Weakness: Not a Genius

Physical Strengths: Physically fit, keen hand-eye coordination,

Physical Weakness: weakened cervical vertebrae from an old injury during a tour in Afghanistan

Past Illnesses: Chicken pox twice as a kid

Major Surgeries: Surgery to pin his cervical spine. Surgery to remove various bullets.

Accidents: Had several bumps and scrapes whilst at work.

Stability: Very Stable

Allergies: Pollen, Shellfish

Job Title: Detective

Company: LAPD

Career Type: Police

Education: High School, Military, Police Academy

College: ~

Work Ethic: Hard-working

Job History: Sniper in the Army, Beat Cop, Detective.

Income: $74,000 per anum

Political Party/Organizations: Doesn’t do politics

Volunteer Work: Helps at the Veteran’s housing association.

Dream job: Got it

What job would s/he do poorly at: Doctor

Career satisfaction: Love the job

Diet: Coffee and any food easy to grab on the go

Favorite Foods: Poptarts, Barbecue-based, Chicago stuffed crust pizza.

Favorite Drinks: Coffee, Beer, Cranberry juice.

Favorite Movie: Top Gun

Favorite Music: doesn’t really have a favourite

Favorite Book: doesn’t have time to read

Favorite Place: Does bed count?

Favorite activities: Running, Shooting, Cooking

Favorite time of day: Morning

What makes them happy? Catching the bad guys, seeing friends & family happy.

What makes them sad? Losing someone close to them.

Hobbies: Shooting, Running, Cooking, Singing

Interests: Films, Artwork

Favorite animal: Hyena

Loves to do: Wind people up and be cheeky

Hates to do: Paperwork

Inspired by: Former Army Colleagues

Raised by: (family) Mother and Father

Parent Status: Married ~ alive

Mother’s Name: Siobhan Marie Brockhurst

Mother’s Age: 63

Mother’s Background: Irish

Father’s Name: Patrick James Brockhurst

Father’s Age: 68

Father’s Background: American

Relationship with Mother: Close

Relationship with Father: Okay..

Parenting Type: Strict

Only Child? One of Three

First Born, Middle Child, or Youngest? Middle

# of Siblings: Second of three siblings

Relationship with Siblings: Close to brother; Distant with sister

Extended Family: ~

Family Relations: ~

How has family life shaped the character? Helped to both break him and make him who he is today

What they like most about their family: They will all get together for holidays and birthdays

What they dislike most about their family: The religious side

Children: Nil

Pets: Two Dogs

Best Friend(s): Doesn’t have one.

Worst Enemy: ~

Many acquaintances or few close friends? Few close friends

Sexual Preference: Any

Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Verse Dependent

Marital Status: Verse Dependent

First Love: Carlie Anne Vaugn

Current Love or Aspiring Love: Verse Dependent.

Notable Ex-Lovers: Azrael Mortem

Top 3 Loved Ones: ~

Top 3 Disliked Ones: ~

Who knows the character best? Eoghan, his brother or Lupita, his work partner.

Childhood: Cillian had a fairly stable upbringing; his parents in a strong marriage and with an older brother to help teach him the ropes, Cillian did well during his early school years and thrived in all of his subjects.

Adolescence: As he got to high school, he joined the football and soccer teams; being rather sporty as a child meant his fitness was impeccable. When he finished High school, instead of going to college, Cillian got in with the wrong crowd and ended up being arrested for Breaking and Entering and several counts of theft.

Young Adult: Went through Military training then, Cillian’s Regiment was sent to Afghanistan where they served three tours before he was shot in the Line of Duty after going through Hell being tortured with one of his comrades.

Adult: After being medically discharged from the army, Cillian took a year out for convalescence before joining LAPD. Given his history with the army, he soon shot up through the ranks until he became a Detective. He will also play the role of Police Sniper/marksman if they have to go into particularly tough situations that require an overwatch.

Moments/Experiences that shaped them: Getting into the wrong crowd after High school. Being sent into the Army. Being captured and tortured during his final tour in Afghanistan.

How have they changed as a person throughout their life? He has matured a considerable amount and become regimented and organised as an adult, with a respect for the law and bringing justice.

Major regrets: Getting involved with who he did as a teenager and ending up getting arrested.

Biggest life lessons learned: Don’t get arrested.

Religious Beliefs: Catholic

Upbringing: Strict & Religious

Core Values: Dependability, Consistency, Loyalty, Reliability, Integrity.

Morals: Always tell the truth, Treat others as you want to be treated, Be dependable, Be forgiving, Have integrity, Take responsibility for your actions, Have patience, Be loyal, Have respect for yourself and others

What does s/he believe is evil? The force in nature that governs and gives rise to wickedness and sin.

What does s/he believe is good? Morally excellent; virtuous; righteous; pious

Risks Worth Taking: Those that keep both the city and loved ones safe.

Important milestones: Making Lieutenant in the army. Reaching Detective in LAPD. NOT DYING whilst in both the Army or LAPD.

Achievements: The Purple Heart as a result of his capture & suffering endured during that time.

Failures: Getting Arrested as a teenager

Lifestyle: Busy

Character Traits: Hard-working, Brave, Compassionate, Honest, Successful, Fighter, Mischievous, Thoughtful, Sassy, Humorous, Helpful, Independent, Loyal, Courageous, Responsible.

Culture:

Main Goal: Have a long and happy life, full of hard work, fun and family.

Minor Goal: Drive the damn car at work.

Desire: There are several.

Biggest mistakes: Getting in with the wrong crowd.

Life lessons: Not everyone is going to like you.

Dream Life: The one I have now

Worst Nightmare: The Hell I endured whilst on my final tour.

Favorite Memories: Winding my brother up. Making Detective.

Least favorite memories: Getting Tortured

Things they want in life: Family. Love. Fun.

Things they don’t want in life: Suffering. Pain. Heartache.

What obstacles are currently in their way? Work.

Any secrets: Yes, but if you think he’s going to tell anyone, you’re idiotic.

Worldview: It’s just a little bit fucked.

Personal Hero: Former Sergeant Major.

Internal Conflict: Questioning if he’s good enough for his job at times.

External Conflict: Seeing the scars upon his body and being reminded of each event; wishing he could get rid of them all.

What others think of them: Fun and loveable; a genuine and caring guy.

What they think of themselves: an idiot; not good enough.

What they wish they could change: What they did in the past.

What they wish they could have: less strict father.

What gets them fired up: Liars. Suspects who think they’re clever.

Their definition of a good life: A steady job with a family and friends surrounding them.

Risks worth taking: Anything that keeps both family and friends safe.

Things they take for granted: Coffee. Beer. Time at times.

What inspires them: Seeing justice get served.

What they have doubts about: being good enough.

What makes them feel alive: The thrill of the chase.

What makes them want to do better: Any case they do not solve / Criminal that doesn’t get a guilty charge.

What do they want to be remembered for? Being a good and loyal man.

How will the character change? He might become a husband or a father? Perhaps even Lieutenant or Captain of LAPD some day.

#* CILLIAN { HEADCANON }

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jcs-writing-hell · 5 years ago

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@my lovely anon | thanks for requesting & sorry for the delay but when I got your request my app bugged & I couldn’t read what you wanted for like a day

Junior Trio/JL centered | Category: Hurt/Comfort | Keyword: Mishap/Slip of tongue(or so xD) | kinda deep & angsty | Word Count: 2441

Jiang Cheng had tried his best, Jin Ling was completely aware of that.

Other than what most knew of Jiang Cheng, Jin Ling had really started to see how his uncle truly cared for him.

It started almost instantly after Jin GuangYao died, the back & forth & pulling on Jin Ling. At the time he was around 16, his mental state a mess - yet with the mess the Jin Sect, once again, ended up in.. Who cared about his emotions? Well, Jiang Cheng did.

Jin Ling slowly healed, at least on the surface, while his maternal uncle tried his best to cover his back. Making up excuse after excuse, with them ranging from "He has just lost his uncle.", to "He is too young." & if anyone tried to dare say "But you were" Jiang Cheng made sure to clarify that the times had been different, that the youths nowadays didn't have the pressure and experience they had had back in the day.

Jiang Cheng had tried his best, Jin Ling was both thankful and aware of that.. yet sooner or later, of course, things couldn't go on that way. With 17 he had started to take extra lessons, less physical training, just to get the history & knowledge he needed to be the new leader memorized. And then, now, with almost 18 Jiang Cheng also had run out of plausible excuses. The last thing his uncle had managed was to invite his friends before his ceremony where he'd be first shown off as the "new face of the Jin Sect", "the person that'll finally, for real this time, bring a true change",..

Needless to say that Jin Ling was stressed. He felt exhausted, strangely enough growing more lonely by day - just like he'd been in his early childhood.

Even his friends, that were adults by then & had brought Emperors Smile in mass along, couldn't quite drown out the fact that.. Jin Ling felt like a toy & as the most important day of his life so far came closer fast without his parents..

Jin Ling didn't even take note of the fact that his friends had disappeared at first. They were camping out & he had one of his moments again where his heart ached, chest tight & air hard to catch in his lungs. Poking around in the fire, he couldn't help but question again.. If all of that was what he wanted with his life. That he shouldn't think that way, because even if his mind would say "no", he had no right to say so. How he was supposed to lead a sect so wrecked & scary as the LanLing Jin Sect.. If his fate was the same as the crooked one of his ancestors, which honestly scared him to death.

His friends had done a pretty good job over all so far though when it came to both distracting and comforting him - not that he really admitted what was going on, or wrong. Due to that, as Jin Ling finally noticed neither Sizhui nor Jingyi being around he grew understandably worried and got up to search for them. He also managed to find them within no time, yet.. what he heard really.. got his blood to boil.

,,Do you have an idea what we could try still, A-Yi? I don’t think we’re really being of much help..” Sizhui was clearly worried, Jingyi however acted and sounded a bit too much like his “jerk” self.

,,I know we wanted to help him.. I mean, we barely got to meet him for like a year now, but.. Don’t you think he has enough help already? Or in general, what are we supposed to help him with? I mean, you also don’t have parents, but to be frank - Doesn’t he have everything else one could dream off? Money, support from pretty much everyone, a bright future ahead of him.. What are the chances that we’d be able to do for him that he doesn’t have already?”

Sizhui was just about to give his friend a good beating as both of the Lan’s flinched quite hard when Jin Ling stepped - quite literally - out of the shadows, his tone full of betrayal, rage and frustration.

,,Do you think that’s what I want? Do you actually think that I want any of that, after all that our way of living caused? Don’t you think I’d rather have my parents, or just one of them, instead of all the money and maidens and luxury items on this world? You know what? Forget it. Who even cares. Thanks, thanks a lot.”

,,A-Ling-” Sizhui’s try to call out for the youngest lead nowhere; all the latter did was lift up a hand in almost a warning like manner as he had already turned and began to storm off. ,,That was really not necessary, A-Yi.. When will you ever learn to think before you speak?”

,,Stop acting like it’s not the truth that we can’t help him. That we can’t give him what he wants or needs either.” Jingyi snapped back as the oldest glared at him, only to get another glare directed at him before Sizhui walked off as well while saying in an upset tone.

,,What he needs right now are at least his friends with all the things that are missing in his life - that he should have in his life at such a moment in time. You could do at least that much for him without worrying about whether or not it’ll bear fruit before you even properly tried.”

~💙~

It took a while before the Lan’s found the other sitting in front of a lake against a tree. He looked worryingly gone out and upset, in truth though not half as much as he actually was. Pushing Jingyi forwards, the younger Lan spoke up in a tone so awkward and hesitant.

,,Uhm.. I.. I just wanted to say that.. I shouldn’t have said what I did.. not behind your back especially.. I.. I’m sorry.”

,,It’s not even really your fault.. It’s just..” Jin Ling started, only to stop a few words in - causing both Lan’s to exchange a worried look before Sizhui sat down; dragging the other Lan with him.

,,A-Ling.. What’s wrong? You’re not quite.. yourself, or more how you were a few years ago..”

Jin Ling only briefly looked at Sizhui, who spoke in a carefully gentle tone, turning slightly away from them at the end as he stared at his hand that was resting above the leg he had bend at the knee. A bit of time passed before he began to open up, not talking too loudly and with pauses here and there.

,,The problem is more.. What isn’t wrong? The closer my ceremony and 18th birthday come.. I don’t know, there’s just a lot of pressure.. Ever since I can think, even when at the time still both of my uncles sheltered and pampered me.. I was always.. The nephew of, the son of, the future sect leader..”

Both of the Lan’s heads dropped, but especially Jingyi didn’t dare look at either of his friends as he fiddled with a piece of his robe in such an ashamed manner.

,,I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with my sect, already now.. It’s so.. wrecked, cursed.. How am I supposed to lead this complete and utter mess with people around me that don’t care if it keeps running that way or not. Or with the only person I have left still living hours away, in charge of a sect of his own.. And in between they only keep adding pressure and pressure.. The first time someone gave me letters with maidens that would be good for my sect’s sake to marry was years ago, now they really want me to find a wife - if possible yesterday..”

Jin Ling turned his head as he heard a few muffled noises, only to see that Sizhui held his hand over Jingyi’s mouth - more than likely to stop the latter from saying something inappropriate yet understandable like “What do you even want with a wife already?”, or so.

,,And what do you want, A-Ling?”- To both of the Lan’s shock and surprise all the youngest could give as a response for quite a while were empty stares, then shrugging and shaking his head before he said what they could gather already at this point.

,,I don’t know.. There’s a part of me that when I try to think about it.. does its hardest to stop me from doing so.. Even if I would find an answer, what would it change or matter? I don’t even know who I am deep down inside, apart from the son and what not of.. Even looking back now, to how I behaved from early on.. I tried often to run away. And yeh, honestly even I can’t say A-Yi’s misstress nickname doesn’t somehow fit me.. but it wasn’t that, I ran to have some sort of freedom.. Only to ultimately hide behind what everyone always hides and excuses everything with when it comes to me - or even in front of me.. my title, my heritage, my role in life..”

Jin Ling paused, clenching the hand he kept staring at into a rather tight fist. ,,Who am I.. What do I want.. I know neither and I’m afraid to find a answer for both, knowing it doesn’t matter..”

Neither of the 3 knew what to respond to that and Jin Ling couldn’t blame his friends for being at a loss. He was himself, but more than anything he was so.. so incredibly confused and empty deep down inside.

,,Have you tried talking to your uncle before? .. I mean.. Wasn’t he in an even worse situation?”

,,The last thing I want is to sound childish and irresponsible.. even worse: make him worry, A-Yi.” The youngest said as he let out a breath far too heavy for a boy in his age. He didn’t know what to do, and even if Jiang Cheng had changed a lot to the better the past few years since the temple incident.. Jin Ling was still worried about how to approach his uncle, really not wanting to disappoint at the end of the day.

,,There aren’t all too many that know about this, but I was raised to take over the Gusu Lan Sect; just in case… Not that anyone dares to think of a nightmare huge enough to happen for Master Qiren, Zewu-Jun and Hanguang-Jun to die, but.. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is.. If this scenario would happen, and I’d be left with nothing but the ashes of my sect.. I would rebuild it entirely, change the things that are going wrong already in its core..”

,,That’s not a bad idea, A-Yuan.. If I got it right you were trying to say that our little mistress should completely clean up the mess his sect is, right?”

Sizhui nodded before looking at Jin Ling who looked as lost in thought as he was.

,,Maybe I should talk to my uncle after all..” Jin Ling then finally said, hesitantly turning back around so he could look at his friends that wore confused expressions - not that he could blame them. ,,I might not know a lot currently, but I know for sure that I don’t want to lead the LanLing Jin Sect how it is now.. It would be mildly risky, yet..”

,,Stop torturing us and speak properly already!” Jingyi whined, getting nudged in the side from the older Lan for that.

,,It might be quite the gamble, yet I know they won’t be able to disagree.. I will need some help though, definitely.. I think I.. I think I will set up this massive plan where I tell the elders of the LanLing Jin Sect that I will only take it over if it’s under my own terms. Be it the throwing out of disciples and so forth, close examinations of each member so what happened in the past will remain there.. Closer bonds to the other sects, more openness,.. I also have the birthright to decide how I want the relationship with Yunmeng Jiang to turn out..”

As half-confident as Jin Ling might’ve sounded, he could feel his heart race, hands shake and palms grow sweaty from all the nervousness; paired with this weirdly thrilling rush. His mind was going all sorts of places, no dark ones for once - to the point where he needed a minute or two maybe before realising that his friends looked at him.. like he had gone nuts, while they looked like they were in the process of doing so themselves.

,,But what if they-”

,,We will definitely help you, A-Ling! Whatever support you need, I know most sects will be willing to agree.”

Jin Ling felt his own lips and teeth hurt from how hard Sizhui had slammed his hand once again over Jingyi’s lips as the latter had tried to say something rather understandable - that could cause his mood to go downhill again.

At the end they all nodded.. before awkward silence spread between them as none knew what to do or say now.. Or well, at least until Sizhui spoke up again, his tone giving away that there’d be no chance to say "no", or even argue.

,,That calls for a group hug.”

,,Forget it!” For once Jingyi and Jin Ling were in sync, even sharing the same opinion.. just like a moment later when their expressions distorted into both fear and horror as Sizhui’s turned into one so spine-chilling similar to Lan Wangji’s.

,,Group. Hug. Now.” Even his tone was.. scarier than anything Jiang Cheng could manage - For the sakes of their young lives, the two younger ones then simply spread their arms in defeat as Sizhui pulled them together.. In one of the many group hugs he forced them into secretly; usually and mostly when drunk though.

A few moments into the hug Jin Ling glanced down at Sizhui who had turned out to be quite a bit smaller than him over the years.. and as guessed, the oldest looked up at him and winked. Jin Ling only smiled a shy one..

Yet as several minutes later they had returned back to their fireplace it was more than evident that the super glue of their group - Sizhui - had done a pretty good job at comforting him.. And Jingyi had also done his usual small amount, even if it was only provoking Jin Ling until he finally spilled what was going wrong; which Jin Ling couldn’t quite believe was accidental, neither that day or on any other.

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starshinegoblin · 5 years ago

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In Your Arms

So, I wanted something soft but also kind of sad. So here’s to the moment in Walking Into Your Love au, where Jin Ling goes to Paris after Jingyi’s parents abandon him. @ruensroad - Thanks for listening to my idea! :D

He’s stupid. He’s so freaking stupid. He should have known this would happen. Yesterday was too good to be true. How could he have missed the signs? Wasn’t being twenty three too old to be falling for the same tricks?

Jingyi took a deep breath trying to dampen down the wave of anger but also stave off the rising panic. His hands already slightly shaking. He was in a whole different country. Thirteen hours by flight away from home. He closed his eyes leaning back to let his head hit the hotel room headboard. His parents were supposed to fly him back home and now...

“Sir?” The reception desk man’s voice cuts through his thoughts.

“That’ll be all thank you.” Jingyi replied with a crack in his voice, before ending the call. He tossed the cordless phone onto the bed beside him. He pulled his legs up to his chest while his hands moved to cradle his face. He let out a shuddering breath before dropping his hands. He started breathing in and out just like Dr. Ziyi had taught him during their sessions. This was not the place to have a panic attack.

After what felt like an hour of just breathing and meditating, Jingyi opened his eyes and started thinking. He needed to get back home but how? He didn’t bring the funds with him to be able to fly home because he thought they were taking him home. His next option was the most obvious. Suzhui. He knew that his best friend and many ways brother, would be more than happy to buy a ticket home. But that also meant Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji finding out. He loved them both and knew they loved him, but Wei Wuxian would be on an overprotective warpath.

He bit his lip as he thought of Jin Ling. He let himself flop onto his side with an exasperated sigh. It would be embarrassing but how could this situation not be? They were supposed to be friends and for everything that's happened between him. The man has never judged him. But this was weak. A weakness that only his adoptive family knew about. Jingyi drew his knees in. Letting him know about this was truly opening his heart to the man he’d come to adore and desire.

“I shou-” Jingyi started rationalizing out loud till his phone started ringing. He reached over seeing that it was in fact Jin Ling.

“Hey-“

“You missed our video chat this morning. Fairy and I got worried.”

“No, I was just..” he paused wondering how to word what had happened.

Oh, I’m sorry I worried you both, but here I am just freaking out because I let my parents fool me again. I let them talk me into a family vacation only to leave me in a different country. When I could have stayed home and spent the week with you and Fairy.

“Jingyi?” Jin Ling called to him stirring him from his internal tirade.

“Yes…”

“Have you eaten yet?” Jin Ling asked, his tone soft.

“No…” Jingyi answered honestly.

“Then I want you to get up and take a shower. There’s this cafe that has the best chausson aux pommes and they’ll have the tea that you like.” Jin Ling stated. Jingyi could feel the other smiling as he spoke.

“Is that some kind of snail? Wait... you’ve been here?” Jingyi tried to joke but found himself wincing. Of course the man would have been to Paris. He’s the CEO of Koi Tower Industries. They have a branch here.

“Yes, when I was in high school. I spent a year there. My jiujiu thought it would be a good experience for me since I wanted to run the company.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, hold on a second,” Jin Ling said before the line went silent that made Jingyi check to see if the other had hung up for how long he waited. “Sorry about that. Now, get up and go take a shower.”

“How do you know that I’ve not already done that?”

“Because you would have called us afterwards. Remember?”

Jingyi pouted but also blushed. He couldn’t believe that he’d gotten so predictable that Jin Ling noticed. Well of course he would notice. Jin Ling was more perceptive than he was normally given credit for.

“Jingyi get into the shower.” Jin Ling pushed again.

“What’s the rush it’s not like your…” he paused as it dawned on him why he kept pushing for him to get dressed. He quickly sat up. “...are you here? Oh my god, please tell me you’re not here because of me?”

“I was craving chausson aux pommes.” Jing Ling chuckled.

“You’re not serious.” Jingyi asked, his tone incredulous.

“I’ve gone to Japan for less.”

“For what?”

“You’ll have to be dressed and ready to have breakfast with me to find out.” Jin Ling answered before hanging up. Jingyi sat there on his bed staring at his phone with his mouth gaping like a fish. He was like that for a few minutes before he got another text reminding him to shower.

Jin Ling grinned as he laid the phone down on his desk in his office. He turned to look out at the view from his window. The view being one of the reasons he loved being at this branch. Memories of the past coming to him. He’d had a good time here and would be forever grateful to his jiujiu letting him come to this country.

His phone gave off a bird’s tweeting sound. He reached for his phone seeing that it was an alert from Jingyi’s mother’s account. She was tweeting about some church in Germany. He rolled his eyes unfollowing her. Since he no longer needed to follow her account to see when they’d abandon Jingyi again. This would be the last time he’d let this happen.

He was glad that he’d heard Sizhui’s dad ranting to his husband about Jingyi’s parent’s habit of abandoning him. No matter the place. When he’d joined them for dinner the night before Jingyi’s flight. Wei Wuxian had vented that he was worried about the trip. That maybe they should go with him just in case.

That’s when he made the decision to use his own jet to fly ahead to Paris after he’d taken Jingyi home. He wasn’t going to let him be stranded. Plus he knew that Jingyi’s parents had told Jingyi they’d use their private plan to bring him back to visit Lan Qiren from Sizhui. So, that night he told Jingyi that he’d be wrapped up in back to back meetings while he was gone. He’d felt guilty for lying at first but now he knew what he did was right. He looked up as Rayne stepped into his office breaking him from his thoughts. A folder in her hand.

“Is everything ready?” He asked hand extending to take the folder.

“Yes, sir.” She answered.

“Good.”

The two of them had a good breakfast together at the cafe. Jin Ling had looked really good when he’d arrived. His hair down and in a braid over his shoulder. The brown leather jacket over his white t-shirt and dark wash jeans with converses. The most dressed down he’d seen him in a while. He realized that he mostly seen the man in suits or gym clothes from going to the gym with his jiujiu or evening runs.

After breakfast, Jin Ling had taken him all over Paris sightseeing. It’d been fun but he knew it would have been even better if Fairy could have been with them. Which made him message Sizhui, who said he was the one watching the beautiful puppy while they were gone.

“I’m so tired.” Jingyi yawned hours later, standing in front of his hotel room with Jin Ling. He’d honestly had a great day despite how it started. Jin Ling had given him the perfect distraction and treated him to great food all day.

“Well then go inside and get some sleep. I have some more places to show you tomorrow.” Jin Ling smiled tiredly at him.

“Where are you staying?” Jingyi asked as it suddenly dawned on him Jin Ling had mentioned earlier.

“I’m staying in the suite at the-“

“Don’t you dare say branch office. That’s just sad, A-Ling” Jingyi frowned with a sigh.

“It’s just—“ Jin Ling stuttered at the nickname.

“Across town and it’s almost midnight. You’re not going to drive across town to sleep at your work place. Just stay here with me. The bed is big enough for the both of us.“ Jingyi offered giving him, his best version of puppy eyes as he opened the door. A look he’d noticed worked on Jin Ling from him sometimes. He gripped Jin Ling’s wrist pulling him into the room before the other could turn for the elevators.

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Bed.” Jingyi countered pointing to the king sized bed that looked like it could sleep four people. “We are adults not animals.”

“So what’s your excuse for sleeping on mine in my office at home?” Jin Ling asked, eyebrows raised playful in curiosity.

“Oh you mean the cloud like crafted lounging place?” Jingyi asked, grinning because they both know the answer.

“Yes.”

“Simple. Because it actually comfortable. That thing is not comfy. Speaking from someone who knows.” Jingyi answered giving the couch a disgusted look.

“Whatever, I think you need some sleep.” Jin Ling chuckled “Don’t you normally go to sleep around nine?”

“Oh shush.” Jingyi playfully snapped as he went to the drawers of the dresser pulling out a pair of extra pajama pants and soft t-shirt to sleep in. He handed them to Jin Ling to be able to change into. So he wouldn’t have to sleep in his clothes he’d worn today. “Here, if you want to take a shower.”

“Thanks”. Jin Ling said taking off his jacket, tossing over the arm of the couch before taking the clothes.

He was perched on the edge of the bed flipping through the channels when Jin Ling stepped out of the bathroom. His felt his mouth run dry. Jin Ling had his hands up in his hair with the towel drying it. He was shirtless wearing the navy drawstring cotton pajama pants. Though, his golden eyes focused on purple the blooming lotus on his left sun kissed pec.

“Uh the shirt didn’t fit.” Jin Ling said bringing his attention back to Jin Ling’s face,”So I left it in there for you.”

“T-thanks.” Jingyi said snapping his mouth shut before tossing the remote on the bed.

“Enjoy your bath.” Jin Ling called after him as he headed into the bathroom to shower. If he took a little longer than necessary he wasn’t going to explain himself.

When he finally emerged from the shower. Jin Ling had the television turned off, the curtains drawn, and laying on the side of the bed not directly underneath the vent. Jingyi watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. So, he assumed the other was asleep.

He was wrong.

“Are just going to stand there or are you going to come to bed?” Jin Ling asked, tone sluggish like he was about to actually fall asleep.

“Uh...Yeah.” Jingyi said, stumbling over his words as he headed to his side of the bed. He laid down on his side with his back facing Jin Ling. Just as he got comfortable and about to fall asleep when his phone vibrated. He opened his eyes to see the phone screen was lit up. Jingyi reached out grabbing his phone to check out who it was.

The joy of the day slipping away like sand in an hourglass. The notification was from his mother’s instagram account. She was updating her account with pictures of her’s and his father’s vacation spots. And she posted a photo that she tagged him in. However, he wasn’t in the photo. He’d been cropped out and a filter with a frame added to hide it. Jingyi’s throat tightened as his heart ached with an all too familiar pain. He tossed his phone back onto his nightstand. Not caring when it slid off falling to the plush carpet floor. He rolled onto his back letting out a shuddering sigh as he stared up at the ceiling. Jingyi shut his eyes when he felt the familiar burn of tears threatening to form.

“What’s wrong?” Jin Ling asked making Jingyi jump. Jingyi didn’t realize how close that the other man was. He opened his eyes, turning his head to find out that Jin Ling was an arms length away.

“N-nothing.” He replied,trying to keep the cracking out his voice, but he knew that he’d failed when he heard Jin Ling huff in disbelief.

“What can I do?” Jin Ling asked sounding more awake than before.

“Can I have a hug?” Jingyi asked after a few minutes of internal debate.

Instead of answering him, Jin Ling moved closer before moving an arm over Jingyi’s stomach. Jin Ling gripped his side rolling him towards him. Jingyi allowed himself to the movement so that he was facing the other man. That same arm wrapping around him. He didn’t want to look the other in the eye. So he leaned down tucking his face into the crook of Jin Ling’s neck and shoulder as he wrapped an arm around Jin ling’s waist. Jin Ling pulled him closer leaving no space between.

The scent of his soap on Jin Ling’s warm skin and Jin Ling’s hand gently rubbing his back lulling him to sleep before he can even thank him. Jin Ling smiled feeling the other fall asleep in his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jingyi’s head before adjusting his arm to keep him close as he too let himself go to sleep.

#walking into your heart au #jinyi #Jingyi always deserves better from his parents #jin ling #lan jingyi #wei Sizhui #the untamed #Sorry if there are any errors #I just hope that you enjoy it!

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starsneverend · 5 years ago

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To have you in my heart

Au contraire to popular opinion Wei Wuxian was very much capable of silence.

He had always had moods where he would decide to wander along the pier alone, through the woods of the cloud recess,...the burial mound.

It was a contemplative silence. Wei Wuxian would normally be someone to undermine his problems and try to think of literally anything else by practising until he couldn’t think any more or later focusing on a new invention. What use was it to dwell on the unchangeable anyway?

These moments got less and less the more his situation escalated. He would hide his head in the sand by working non stop, not letting his worries get to him or to the Wens, or so he thought.

It was only when he came back in this new body of his that he took his time to think about things again.

Hiding from what had happened to him, how things had changed him, how the world had changed around him. It had made him more unstable than anything else.

As Mo Xuanyu he could hide behind the mask of a lunatic but once Lan Wangji took that from him, revealed he had known all along, it was easier to come back to himself.

A definite plus to Lan Wangji’s silence was that there was no pressure to keep conversation. Naturally he liked to chat his ear of no matter what. Telling, inquiring, just simply speaking without need of caution.

He had genuinely begun to enjoy the Lan’s company and it seemed like he was tolerated likewise.

As it turned out “tolerated” had been an understatement.

That’s how Lan Wangji found him in the jingshi. At the window, jar of emperor’s smile in had and viewing the garden with an expression on his face that tucked on his heart strings.

He could still hear the end of the argument he found them in. it was their raised voices that made him walk faster than usual to where he presumed they were. Wei Ying’s voice seemed to get quieter the louder his uncle spoke, almost fit for reprimanding when considering his volume.

He only really caught the last bit, “you never deserved him” and it was more than enough for him to step between them with a level voiced. “uncle, enough”

He had expected Wei Ying to at the very least say something to retaliate, but the other just respectfully made his leave in silence.

Wei Ying would usually prefer to be on his own in times like these. Either he had almost finished, or, and his heart skipped a beat, he had wished his husbands company, even in their mutual silence, just for the sake of companion.

He knew that Wei Ying was aware of his presence, so he sat down at his desk and began grading the junior essays of their last night hunt.

They stayed like that for a while, the only thing heard the moving of pages, the sound of a brush against paper, the swishing of liquor in a jar and the gentle wind outside swaying the branches of the nearby trees almost comfortingly.

The sun had begun setting when there was any movement from Wei Ying. His jar had been long discarded and Lan Wangji himself had moved on to practising his calligraphy after finishing his corrections.

It was only the soft, “Lan Zahn,” and rustling of fabric that made him look up.

He was immediately faced no longer with his lovers backside, but his face painted with a loving, yet somehow pained smile.

They watched one another for a moment before he heard himself say, “Was it because of what uncle said? Because you kno-”

“Lan Zahn wait.”

Wei Ying hadn’t moved closer as was usual for him at any time, he stayed rooted at his place at the window, his eyes searching his face.

“Have you ever wondered why I so fiercely denied an intimate relationship between us to others?”

of course he had, but..

“you never told.”

“Have you ever hated me for it?”

And Lan Wangji was suddenly very much aware of the delicacy of this moment. And the only way he knew how to deal with it was with honesty.

“I could never hate you.”

He expected more tense questions but he only heard a soft giggle and next he knew Wei Ying was leaning against him.

“Oh Er-gege you are too good too me.”

The nickname, as usual, lit a small flame of adoration within him but he waited for the other to finish, for the other was facing away from him, avoiding eye contact.

“The thing is, Lan Zahn you are just too good. Such a righteous and formidable man, honourable by fault and as straight laced as they come, or so I thought at least,” which was followed by a soft laugh and a hand moving to hold one of his own,” and how could I let anyone insult someone like you with me? Let anyone one imply you would dirty yourself with someone like me?”

Lan Wangji gripped his hand tighter, he wanted to deny such a thing, say how that was impossible and how he felt lucky to even have him in his heart, but he knew that he needed to say this, so he merely held his hand tighter and carefully letting his other carefully touch the head that was leaning against his shoulder in what he hoped was a soothing manner.

It earned him a sigh and a:“I now know it must have hurt, to think it was me rejecting you. That I was denying you of your feelings? Brushing them off? I guess I didn’t see them because I didn’t think I was worth them, that you could ever love me...”

Wei Ying lifted himself from his side and faced him fully. His free hand came to Lan Wangji’s cheek, cold and white as jade, and their eyes met fearlessly.

“But I know that you love me now! And I love you just as much. And that’s all that matters to me! My husband is the most amazing man I know and I am proud of him and being able to be with him, to have him in my heart just as he has me! What do you say Er-gege? I’m never letting you go and I will never let anyone even assume less than that I belong with you and that you are mine.”

His face was so expectant, looking at a Lan Wangji that was struck by the words, not expecting them at all. His eyes were wide and his ears were beginning to become a lovely shade pink. His hand found its way to Wei Ying’s face just as a smile made its way onto his own face, matching his husband in kind.

“Mn”

Was all he managed to say, but his eyes were aglow with emotion and his hand was tender on the other’s face.

It was impossible for Lan Wangji to not put his arm around his love and to press his lips to his.

The kiss was a reassurance as much as it was a love declaration, a comfort. Tender and warm as they held onto one another and kissed with no one else in mind.

so basically, in context to my last post about this, i think Wei Ying should get to talk about why he tried to deny any intimate connection to Lan Zahn. so I made this...yeah good luck

#mo dao zu shi #wangxian #i'm not much of a writer so yeah #take this and have fun #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #little ficlet #i suppose #just a little something #this isn't beta'd or anything #just a #i got too emotional and decided to write something and to upload it before i lose the courage #mine #Yeet #changed the title

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landon-wesley · 5 years ago

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→ general information

full name: landon alexander wesley

nickname(s): lan

age: twenty-two

date of birth: december 30, 1997

nationality: american

occupation: UA student and part-time mechanic

religion: undetermined

sexuality: heterosexual

hometown: frostford, alabama

current residence: frostford, alabama

financial status: middle class

educational level: high school graduate, currently attending university

→ relationships

father: n/a

mother: lydia wesley

siblings: calvin wesley

relationship status: single

when/who was your first kiss: age thirteen, mallory hernandez

are you a virgin: no

have you ever had a same sex experience: no

do you ever want to get married/have children: yes, someday

what do you look for in a potential significant other: someone that’s compassionate, kind, and open to adventure/seeing the world

→ personality

positive traits: selfless, reliable, creative, understanding

negative traits: passive, withdrawn, impulsive

biggest fear: being alone

what’s more important- sex or intimacy: intimacy

do you believe in true love: yes, if it’s out there for everyone

have you ever been in love: yes

are you a leader or follower: i’d like to think i can be a good leader

do you care what others think of you: not at all

how do you deal with stress: going on long motorcycle rides, spend an afternoon by the creek eating cookie dough ice cream

are you spontaneous or do you always need a plan: i’m mostly a planner

→ misc

If your character could change one physical detail about themself, what would it be? honestly, nothing that I can think of right now

What is your character’s favorite physical activity? running, and playing baseball

What is your character’s least favorite physical activity? anything that involves doing lunges at the gym

Your character comes face-to-face with her worst enemy. What is their first reaction? walk past them as if they weren’t there at all

What is your character’s favorite weather? sunny weather is always best, I like the rain and snow but not if it’s going to prevent me from being outside

What is your character’s favorite season? spring and winter

What is your character’s least favorite season? fall because I get crazy allergies when it starts to get cold

Your character keeps a photo album of memories from his lifetime. If he could only keep one photo, what would it depict? there’s a picture of me, calvin, and my mom from her thirty-fifth birthday where cal and I are hugging her while she tries to blow out the candles on her cake. her smile looks really great in that one, as it always does though. I think cal and I got lucky when we ended up with her smile.

Does your character keep any pets? not at the moment but there have been some pets over time.

What is your character’s fondest childhood memory? i remember one summer cal and I really wanted inline skates and a lot of other kids had some but I guess they were kinda expensive so we didn’t get any. we weren’t upset with our mom, just a little bummed out. then christmas came around and there were two boxes for us and a pair of skates was inside for me and cal. they weren’t all the rage anymore but they looked so damn cool, I remember wearing them nonstop until they didn’t fit anymore. that’s when i think i understood that although things weren’t easy, our mom was always gonna try to give us everything she could to make us happy. i’m pretty sure we still got ‘em somewhere in the garage and i’m always gonna cherish them.

Someone asks your character to describe his family. How do they answer? my family has always been close despite cal and I not having a dad around, and our mom has been everything to us. it feels safe to be home because I don’t think i’ve ever felt like I had to hide anything about myself with them.

Is your character a morning person, a night owl, or something else entirely? kind of a morning person, always feeling the most productive then.

What is your character’s least favorite color? probably maroon

A stranger makes a crude comment to your character. How do they react? depending on the severity of the comment but likely wouldn’t give it much attention and shrug it off.

What song would you say is the one that fits most with your character at any given moment? mind is a prison by alec benjamin OR coloring by kevin garrett

#about #[ musings | guess my mind is a prison and I'm never gonna get out ]

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mockingjayne12 · 6 years ago

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Beyond - Chapter 6

(Lyatt / Timeless Fic)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Lucy had woken up that morning with a smile. Her curls askew, old t-shirt hanging off her shoulder. Lazily, she yawned, stretching her body out across the bed, only to turn and find Amy staring at her from her desk.

“Oh, my God— Amy, what are you doing?” She groans, picking up her pillow and placing it over her face.

“So…who is he?” She asks, and Lucy stills in her bed, pushing on the pillow to where she can feel the pressure against her face, before slowly peeking at her sister with a narrowing gaze.

“Who?” She asks, but her sister just crosses her arms, the young girl not even slightly deterred by Lucy’s play at innocence.

“You’ve been smiling all weekend,” she points out, and Lucy feels she should be slightly offended that something as simple as a smile was cause for suspicion, suggesting it was a feature usually missing.

Sitting up, pushing her curls out of her face, she pulls her feet over to the side of the bed, her night shorts have ridden up during sleep to where her bare legs look longer than usual hanging over.

Placing her feet on the hardwood, she tosses the pillow at Amy’s face, as she passes to her closet.

“I smile all the time, silly girl,” Lucy teases, before she feels the pillow hit her in the back, a mischievous smile appearing on Amy’s lips when she whips around at her in a playful manner.

“Not like this,” Amy observes, and Lucy looks in the mirror situated on her wall, wondering if she really did look that different since that day in the field with Wyatt.

Her cheeks were red, but that was likely from the position she had been sleeping on her sheets, but then again, she couldn’t deny the deeper blush Amy had brought to her cheeks at the mention of someone leaving her with a smile.

And there it was, the curl of her lips, the closing of her eyes, the nail of her thumb finding its way to her mouth when she thought about the way Wyatt’s hands had weaved into her curls, inextricably tangling their lifelines together.

It’s about the time her finger begins to trace the shape of her lips, a gentle, insistent pressure, like Wyatt’s lips that she knows she turns beet red, alerting Amy to the fact that she was absolutely right in her assumption.

“Is it that obvious?” One eye scrunching, as her lip pulls up, a worried expression painted across her face now.

“I won’t tell Mom,” Amy assures her, and she can feel the sigh of relief being released from her. It wasn’t as if she were trying to keep Wyatt a secret, not even a little bit, but she knew how her mom would react. And for some reason, unless his name was Luke, she wasn’t going to be pleased that Lucy was spending any time with someone that wasn’t going to somehow fit into the plan her mother had made, unwilling to allow anyone to deter her.

“Thank you,” Lucy says, walking over and placing a soft kiss on her sister’s head.

“So…” Amy wonders, as if waiting for more from Lucy, as she moves back to dig out an outfit from her closet. Suddenly, much more concerned about what she was going to wear than she had been before. But she shakes her head at the idea that she needed to change anything, because he, and more importantly she, liked how she dressed, yanking down a plain white t-shirt, and a cardigan with a pair of jeans.

“So…what?” Lucy asks, peeking over her shoulder at there sister eagerly waiting for something, anything, from her.

“Who is he?” Practically bouncing in Lucy’s desk chair.

“His name is Wyatt,” she offers, hoping that’s the end of it, while simultaneously wanting to tell someone about him.

Amy raises her brow, demanding more in the sweet way that she got away with nearly everything.

“And… he’s sweet, and smart…he has blue eyes and I like him—“

“So when are you getting married?” Amy interrupts, and Lucy stubs her toe on the door of her closet at the misstep, not having expected her sister to bring that up.

“Oww,” Lucy groans, grabbing for her foot, the giggle of her sister beating in the pulse of her toe, having clearly been teasing.

“Not funny,” she chastises.

“It’s gonna happen,” Amy continues to joke, unrelenting.

But the truth was, it seemed Lucy’s future became murkier every time she thought about it now.

Before, she knew exactly where she was going, what she was going to do. A long time plan that had been set for her by her mother for a long time coming. She had accepted her fate, even began to acknowledge that it could be fun, maybe. She did enjoy learning. But with each passing day here, the heat seemed to beat down on her, the pressure building, and the future she had been resigned to had suddenly opened up a new door, one in which she’d hesitantly, but surely, jumped through and right onto the unbeaten path that had led her to Wyatt.

She wasn’t sure where they were going or what exactly they were even doing. But she knew that for right now, she kind of liked not knowing.

xxxxx

Lucy worries her fingernail between her teeth, as she nervously glances around the neighborhood. She’d found herself parked outside of a big white house, the kind most people dream about living in, dark shutters, flower beds framing the windows. She closes her eyes and tries to picture what her life would’ve been like if she had grown up here. The big trees littering the yard, sun shining through the leaves, casting a hazy glow to the house that looked something out a fantasy. And it was. Her whole life had been one big lie, false fantasies offered to her to keep from getting to the truth.

Opening the piece of paper she had resting in her free hand, she angles it towards her to see the handwriting of her mother, a black flowery display of the name of a man she had never met. Benjamin Cahill.

“You know, when you said you wanted to get breakfast together, I didn’t think it would involve a little light stalking,” Wyatt teases beside her, sipping on his coffee.

Lucy whips her around to him, narrowing her eyes.

“We’re not…stalking…” she justifies, and he raises his brow at her, a question playing on his face.

“No? What would you call this?” He asks, gesturing with his chin at the house on the other side of the street they were currently parked outside of.

“Research…?” She hesitantly answers, a high pitch on the end, suggesting it was likely stalking and she knew it.

“Right,” he says with a grin, and she gives him one back, knowing that he was trying to lighten the mood for her.

“I just…” she starts, only to glance back out of the window, the knuckle of her finger finding itself caught between her teeth, Wyatt’s hand coming to pull it away so she could speak. “This man—“

“Your dad,” he interrupts.

“He’s not my dad, I had a dad. This is just my…biological father.”

“Whose house we’ve been sitting in front of for thirty minutes,” he points out, taking another sip of his coffee, Lucy’s tea getting cold in the console.

She doesn’t answer him, instead continuing to stare out the window, slinking down in her seat as her eyes begin to water, the sprinkler trickling its droplets to the ground below.

“Why does everyone leave me?” She whispers to herself, but she knows he hears her, because he stills beside her, before awkwardly moving in his seat, his hand coming to rest on her forearm, calling her attention.

“Luce,” her eyes closing as the nickname leaves his mouth, fluttering open on the exhale. “Look, I don’t know who’s going to be on the other side of that door, but I do know that him leaving is not your fault. That’s on him,” he assures her, a gentle squeeze to her arm, and she finds her free hand coming to rest atop his knuckles, tucking the tips of her fingers into his palm. “He’d be lucky to know you.”

Lucy sighs, looking over at Wyatt, a thankful smile given, as she lans back to lean on the headrest, before she reaches up, her finger running over his cheek, the indent of a smile dipping her finger.

“You’ve got glaze on your face,” she smirks, gently patting his face, teasing him, as he lets her go, and wipes at his own face.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you eat in the car,” he jokes, emphasizing the word car, making note that they were in fact still sitting outside this man’s house. “You gonna knock?”

Her anxiety saved by the ringing of her phone, telling them to head in.

“Not today.”

xxxxx

“No, no, no, come on,” she says, twisting the key into the ignition once more. A sputtering sound coming back at her, the car refusing to turn on.

Amy had left with her mom to head to school, leaving Lucy with an hour or so to get ready and head off to her own classes. Knowing that she was going to see Wyatt had her nerves surfacing, making the contents of her breakfast threaten to jump back up into her throat, her body doing its own version of a sputter at the thought.

But she was off to a bad start, her car attempting to sabotage her.

Hitting the steering wheel with the palm of her hand, she frustratingly gets out of the car, grabbing her backpack.

She’s not sure what she’s going to do at this point. Her mom had already left, the bus had long since come and gone, and she didn’t know anyone’s number to attempt to get a ride.

With a sigh, she hikes her bag onto her shoulder, and prepares to walk.

She can already feel the sweat threatening to make its appearance on her clothes, having stopped to pile her hair atop her head and take off her sweater, her neck and arms threatening to burn in the sun hitting her pale skin.

The school was a pretty good distance from her house and at this rate, she’s not sure if she should’ve just stayed home, a frustrated sigh escaping her.

When a car pulls up, the grip on her bag tightens, until she sees Luke with his hand hanging out of the window.

“Need a ride?” He asks, a leer to his stare. But she thankfully nods her head, before moving over to the passenger side.

“Thanks” she says, climbing in, and tossing her things onto the floor, knowing that she never would’ve made it to her first class on time if she had had to walk the whole way.

He just nods in agreement, before taking off. She quickly puts on her seatbelt, as he speeds down the road.

“Missed you at the dance this weekend,” he says, glancing over at her, his eyes settling on her chest, and she crosses her arms in front of her, having shed the sweater on her walk.

“I’m sure you had a good time without me,” she offers, knowing that he couldn’t possibly have actually missed her. She can’t be sure, but she can imagine how much she would’ve been in heels and a long dress - a walking hazard.

“I could’ve had a better time with you,” he says, and although the words coming out of his mouth could sound sweet, the suggestion was there that his intentions were less than innocent.

Lucy just sits in silence, not wanting to further the conversation.

“What’d you do instead?” He asks, and she doesn’t even have to surmise an excuse, the truth more than lame enough to sound believable, at least from her.

“I told you, I was preparing for my debate tournament,” she reminds him, and although she had had plenty of time to do so in the coming weeks, she wasn’t about to tell him that she’d spent most of the weekend curled up on the couch with her sister, daydreaming with a far off look about another boy with a crooked grin.

“Right,” he says, as if he didn’t believe her for a second.

Her fingers nervously twist in her lap, wishing for the drive to be over. They pass Jessica walking into the school, her blonde head whipping around to see them with a satisfied grin as Luke parks the car.

Lucy felt stuck between awkward and really awkward, as she debated flying out of the car to get away from Luke or having to walk with Jessica shooting her snide glances on the way in. There really wasn’t any winning, so she chooses instead to fly out of the car as soon as it stops, bypassing everyone else for the long route, waling all the way around the school to get to her locker.

Sure that she’s going to be late to her class now, she speeds up her gait, nearly tripping over her own feet, before steadying herself, taking a deep breath, and attempting to pull herself together.

The same smile that Amy had pointed out before comes dancing across her face when she sees Wyatt leaning against her locker, his hand on the back of his neck in that nervous way that she always found him. His fingers were combing through his hair, the same ones that had been entangled in her own a few days ago. She grips onto her bag tighter as she nearly floats over to him on what feels like a cloud.

Lucy can feel the exact moment that the smile falls from her face, that same sputtering felt in her chest when a hand appears on his shoulder, the blonde seemingly comforting him over something, glancing up to see Lucy, and shooting her a smug look, stopping her dead in her tracks in the middle of the hall.

She can see the worry lines creased on Wyatt’s face, and Lucy ducks into an unfamiliar classroom before he spots her.

She wasn’t sure what they had been talking about, but she couldn’t help but think that perhaps everything she had felt had been one-sided, somehow twisted into something of a fantasy, choosing to play out only in privacy where no one could possibly know what was going on.

Peeking her head out from the doorway, she sees that he’s still waiting, but his back is facing her, and she uses that to her advantage, choosing to slink off to class, and avoid what her mind was currently screaming at her.

xxxxx

She can feel the rope digging into her wrists, the knots that bind rubbing her skin raw, but she can’t keep herself from moving, wiggling this way and that, hoping to set herself free, somehow.

Nervously glancing over, she can see Rufus’ worried face, and the hanging head of Wyatt, his neck draped back to an uncomfortable angle. Flynn having chosen to knock him out in the capture, assuming he’d be the only real fight, her and Rufus deemed not threatening.

When he finally comes to, she hears a loud intake of breath, his eyes wildly adjusting to his surroundings, unsure of where he’d ended up, the last place he’d been, outdoors with Lucy screaming his name for help.

“Lucy?” His sore, gravelly voice cracks into panic throughout the room, Rufus’ knitted brow nodding in her direction, Wyatt’s head violently whipping over to see her sitting on his other side.

“I’m right here, I’m okay,” she assures him, knowing that that was his next question, and hoping to settle him even just a bit.

What little she’d done only resumes when Flynn walks into the room. She can feel Wyatt’s anger radiating off of him, his shoulders as square as they can be handcuffed behind him, his jaw set, and his eyes glaring up at him in defiance.

Her eyes flutter down as Flynn begins to speak, catching the movement of Wyatt’s fingers, attempting to free a nail from the chair. Lucy’s brow raises, her eye big and begging, and Wyatt nods, as if to tell her to keep Flynn’s attention away from his hands.

When the Nixon tape begins to play, the color begins to drain from her face, her eyes demanding the attention, watering with realization, and her focus shifts to what it could mean that Rittenhouse was actually real. The thought of something Flynn had said, rather insisted was true, no longer able to be dismissed as delusion. And she can’t help but wonder that if he was right about this…was he also right about the journal? Would she eventually write it? Would she actually give it to Flynn?

“What is that?” Rufus asks, Flynn holding up the journal in question.

Before Flynn can answer, Wyatt speaks.

“It’s Lucy’s journal,” he says, bewilderment and betrayal playing in his voice.

“Ahh, but you would know that, wouldn’t you?” Flynn answers. “Did she tell you she gave it to me?”

“I didn’t give it to him, I didn’t even write it,” Lucy tries to explain.

“Well, it’s complicated, you see, she’s going to write it, a few years from now,” he explains, and Lucy vows to herself that she wasn’t going to do any such thing. But Rittenhouse, Rittenhouse was real. “You see, she and I are going to be quite the team one day.” He boasts.

“Wyatt, it’s not real,” she tries to explain, and he nods with a skeptical eye, as if he knows that Flynn is just playing games.

“Lucy, we’ve talked about this. You even admitted it’s your own handwriting,” he argues matter-of-factly, and it’s then that she snaps.

“No, I said it looks like my handwriting,” she bites back, gritting her teeth, her tone coming out angry and frustrated. “Not that I ever wrote it or ever will.”

“But you did talk to Flynn? When?” Rufus questions, and she can feel her heart sink. Glancing over at Wyatt, she knows that look. The one where she’s about to let him down.

Flynn rattles off all the times they’d run into each other, and she can feel the lies building up. She hadn’t meant to, she never wanted to lie to either of them, especially Wyatt. But if she admitted to either of them what Flynn had been saying, what he was suggesting that a future her would do…it would be like admitting that it was real, that it would actually happen.

She didn’t want to betray her team, but she also didn’t want to betray herself.

“Is that true?” Wyatt asks, his voice calm, but she sees the way his eyes are squinting at her, his leaning from her, as if bracing himself for the truth, one that would hurt him.

“Wyatt, it’s…complicated,” she offers, and she knows that won’t satisfy him.

“No. The truth is not complicated, Lucy,” his breathy words carrying more weight than the others know.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know what the truth is anymore,” and he should know that more than anyone. Every single time she ventured back to the present, some part of her life had changed. Her sister, her dad, her random fiance, the screaming truth Wyatt had delivered so long ago. It was all rattling around in her head, compounded with the information that she was likely going to be working with a known terrorist in the future. The lies and truths were so tangled in her head that she couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t.

Even as Flynn pulls out a knife, moving to cut her loose, she can see the deep set dimple of determination on Wyatt’s face as he comes closer to her. He strains in his seat, even when angry, unable to just sit there and possibly be put her into harm’s way.

But the threat Wyatt offers, his own death if her and Rufus didn’t do what Flynn wanted, stops her from rubbing at her raw skin where the rope had been, more determined than ever to prove that she was loyal. That much wasn’t a lie.

Even with Wyatt’s instructions to forget him, save themselves and go to the Lifeboat, she can’t. Everyone may leave her, but there was no way in hell that she was leaving him.

“Five hours. Don’t hurt him,” she warns, turning to do her job, only wincing a little as Wyatt yells after her.

xxxxx

The first few classes of the day have her leg twitching, bouncing up and down as she attempts to concentrate on the work at hand. It’s only when she gets to history that she’s finally able to focus, blowing the tendrils of curls out of her face, and chewing on her pen, the nerves only working their way through her with each passing minute that she didn’t see him.

Her mind choosing to replay over and over again what had happened in that field. A taunting of sorts, contorting and twisting that evening into something she wasn’t sure she recognized anymore.

She found herself wavering between the way he had made her feel, and the way her mind had set out to sabotage her. The omitted truths and avoidance weren’t just something she participated in, but a field that he was an expert at.

She wasn’t really sure what was going on, but the longer she went without speaking to him, the more frustrated she became.

Lucy doesn’t even notice him when she moves through the hallway between classes, so caught up in her own thoughts, until his hand is on her forearm, lightly calling attention to his presence.

She lowers her head, slowly moving towards him, until they’re pushed up against a set of lockers.

“Hey,” he says, as if nothing between the field and now had happened, adjusting his gaze to her bottom lip that she had tucked between her teeth, the taste of blood threatening to break at any moment, as she floated somewhere between giddy and confused.

“Hi,” she greets him, looking up to find that his black eye was slowly shedding the bright red she’d witnessed before, and instead morphing into something akin to green, a pooling of purple still present. “It’s healing,” she gestures to the eye, and as if on reflex, his hand goes to touch it, and nods at her statement.

They stand in the awkwardness that threatens to end something before they’ve even begun, catching them in its grasp, smiles begging to break through, but the intentions of the other contingent on their next move, and both stood still.

Lucy grabs onto a loose curl, winding her finger into the natural curvature of her hair, twirling it around, giving herself something to focus on.

“Lucy,” his voice coming out like a whisper in the loud hall of nosies surrounding them.

She looks up at him, wide-eyed and anxious, until his hand comes up to still her worried fingers, choosing instead to tangle her hand with his own fingers leaving her hair to bounce back to shape against her white shirt. The dark curls contrasting with her pale skin, giving her a glow.

Glancing around, she wonders if he realizes they’re in a crowded hall in the middle of the day, people able to see them, but her eyes meet back at his face. He’s wearing that grin, the one rendering a permanent staining of red on her cheeks, and a matching one to form on her own lips.

Stepping closer to her, she’s tempted to bury her head in his chest, blocking everyone else out, content to just stay in the quiet of his arms.

“So after tutoring,” he mutters, his confidence faltering only for a second. “Maybe I could take you…out, if you wanted,” he falters. Her concerns from before dissipating as she realizes that Jessica seemed to bring out the worst in her, nearly laughing at how ridiculous she had been to think otherwise.

“Are you asking me out?” She tilts her head, her curls casting a veil across her face, obscuring her features. His hand reaching out, fingers whispering across her cheek, before pulling the unruly curls behind her ear, wrapping his finger in them again with a smile.

“Yeah, I am,” he admits, and although his cheeks are tinted in red, he doesn’t hesitate or fumble over his words this time.

She leans into his touch, the acceptance of his proposition on the tip of her tongue—

The bell for their next class interrupting the moment.

She blushes, leaning forward to actually bury her head in his chest.

“Is that a yes?” He murmurs against her hair.

“Yes.”

xxxxx

Walking swiftly with Rufus next to her, the words begin to twist in her head. Rittenhouse exists. Rittenhouse blackmailed Rufus to record their conversations. Flynn is fighting Rittenhouse. Eventually, according to that journal, she’ll be working with Rittenhouse.

Her boots hit the pavement, straight hair flying in her face, her vision focused on her footsteps, unlike her mind that was flying wildly. She didn’t really know what her plan was at this point past this mission. Saving Wyatt seemed to be the only thing that they knew for sure.

“So uhh, when you guys were…together,” Rufus broaches the subject, having never really brought up the two of them all too much. “Did you ever…fight?” His brow raised, and stops to look at him.

“Yeah, Rufus, we fought,” she wants to laugh, the thought of never having an argument with a boyfriend laughable.

“But you guys worked it out….right?” The fear that Rufus had at the level of angry that Wyatt was going to be between the two of them something that concerned him, and while Lucy wanted to comfort him, tell him that everything was going to be okay. She couldn’t say that all their fights ended well.

She sighs, unsure of how to answer.

“Right, right, you broke up. So good, this grudge will only last what, 15 years? Cool, yeah, great,” he rambles on.

“It’ll be fine, Rufus,” she says, but that itself could very well be a lie, and she has to remember to add it along to the very large pile of lies she was currently already sitting on.

Rufus stays down to create a distraction, while Lucy climbs up through the window, peeking in to find Wyatt still handcuffed to a chair, the guard leaving at Rufus’ distraction.

Moving through the curtain, she put one leg down, Wyatt’s bewildered look staring at her, but as she attempts to quietly slide through the window, her balance sways and she finds herself tumbling through, landing on her side. At this point, she used to it, and it seems Wyatt is too, because he doesn’t even laugh…or perhaps he’s still mad at her.

She worriedly scans over him, her eyes immediately finding the cut with a bruise already forming on his face.

“Oh, my God, are you okay?” She asks, even though it was her that just fell through a window. Her hand reaches to inspect his injury, but he jerks away in haste. For some reason, this room always found her trying to save Wyatt from certain death.

“He’s gonna come back soon,” he warns, speaking quickly. “There’s a nail in the trash can. Get it,” he gesture behind him, and she swiftly moves to get it.

“It’s so small,” she says, grabbing the nail, and moving to his rushed encouragement. But when she bends down to attempt to get the handcuffs unlocked, he can’t help the amusement tinting his voice when he asks what she’s doing.

“You can’t pick a lock,” he says with nearly a laugh to his voice at her attempt. There are many things she is capable of doing, but picking a lock isn’t one of them, and he knows it. “Put it in my hand.”

“I was just trying to be helpful,” she fires back with a pleading tone. “This nail better work, because I’m not taking off my bra again,” she jokes, and he shoots her a look that suggests there isn’t time for this.

She can hear the men coming closer, her face contorting into one of panic, as she feverishly glances back between the door and Wyatt.

When they finally hear the cuffs clank to the ground, they take off, only for the door to open right as they do, and Wyatt pushes her out of the way, behind the door, so she doesn’t get hurt.

Standing there, watching helplessly as Wyatt attempts to knock out this man, she searches for something that she can use to help. The grunting beside her escalating, and both of their safety seemingly depending on what’s done next.

Seeing nothing but a lamp, she picks it up like a bat, ready to swing if anyone came near her.

Lucy can feel her heart threatening to beat out of her chest, the loud bang of a gun going off, has her twirling around, afraid that what she’ll find is Wyatt on the ground, but instead she sees an amused and slightly confused face staring back at her gripping tightly to the lamp.

“You good?” She asks, her brown eyes wild with fear.

His hands are held out, approaching her slowly, taking the lamp from out of her hands, and setting it down with a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, his hand settling on small of her back, keeping her from tripping through the door in her panic.

xxxxx

The second half of the day Lucy’s a shiver away from bursting into a smile. She finds herself practically running to meet Wyatt at the library, their session, for once, not the most exciting thing she had to look forward to.

Instead of seated in his usual chair, she finds him standing outside the doors, one hand nervously shoved into his pocket, his blue eyes lighting up when he sees her approaching, causing her to shake her head at the absurdity of her earlier assumption that he was only interested in keeping them a secret.

“You ready?” She asks, holding the door open to him, and he laughs.

“Lead the way, Professor,” causing her to roll her eyes, his hand coming to land on the small of her back, escorting her through the door.

“Lucy!” She hears, confusion scrunching her face, causing Wyatt’s hand to fall, and his features to steel when he sees who’s calling her name.

“Luke,” she greets, her smile falling as he approaches. He halts next to them, that same smug grin that Jessica had earlier playing on his face.

He turns so that his back is facing Wyatt, nearly cutting him out of the conversation, cornering her to where she could only see him.

“You left this in my car,” he says suggestively, again the dissonance between the kindness of what he was saying with the tone he was using, giving her cause to cringe. He holds out her sweater from earlier, and she remembers having tossed it on the floor when she’d gotten in, forgetting to pick it up with her bag in her haste to get out of the car.

“Oh, right,” she says grabbing the sweater from him, as he shoots a look at Wyatt. “Thanks,” she mutters.

“His car?” Wyatt questions. Lucy panics, her mouth hanging open to explain, but Luke beats her to the punch.

“Yeah, this morning,” he boasts proudly, like it was something more than just a ride in his car.

“So she was right,” Wyatt mutters to himself, hanging his head. Lucy reaches for his arm, but he flinches away.

“Wyatt, it’s not—my…I just needed—“ Lucy desperately tries to explain.

“It’s fine, Lucy,” he says, keeping his head low, but she knows that everything was definitely not fine, as he moves to leave. His face flashing betrayal with a bit of defeat thundering behind his eyes, but they soften at her mouth hanging open.

“Where are you going? We…” she gestures to the library, the implication of their plans still hanging between them.

“It’s okay, I’ll take you home,” Luke offers, and Lucy whips around to him, having forgotten he was there, but knowing this presence and offer weren’t doing anything to help the situation.

Stepping closer to Wyatt so only he can hear.

“Wyatt,” she nearly whimpers.

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” he shrugs. “It’s fine, really,” but the hurt plastered on his face tells her that it’s not. “You gonna be okay with him?” He asks, because even in all his anger, he can’t just let her go.

She nods, content to just walk home at this rate.

“Wyatt, we’re gonna be okay, right?”

He doesn’t answer, just gives her a hurt grin, no dimples, barely a crack, but an offered gesture of kindness all the same.

“Bye, Lucy.”

xxxxx

“I don’t trust either of you,” she hears in her head over and over, the words mocking her in the mirror as she gets changed, pulling her locket from being hidden underneath her shirt. The ride back home had been silent, her and Rufus afraid to speak, ashamed of what they’d kept from him. The betrayal that had been written on his face as he spoke those words, it seemed as if more damage had been done than just the lies. She didn’t know if it was the combination of the two of them that one of them came from her or perhaps Flynn had said something while they were gone.

All she knew was that he wouldn’t look at her.

Walking out with Rufus, she knows he wants nothing more than for this to be behind them. Her pleas earlier in the day, begging him to find a way that they could save Wyatt, leaving her vulnerable. They were in the same boat, him and her. Pawns in a game they didn’t want to play in the first place. And this time, they’d hurt someone they cared about.

Wyatt passes in front of them, refusing to acknowledge either of them.

“Lucy, tell me we’re gonna be okay,” he pleads, seeing how angry Wyatt is at them. And although he’s asking about their current situation, she can’t help but get the feeling that he also meant that he was asking something akin to a promise that they would all get out of this alive. The threat of Rittenhouse looming over all of them, today more than anything proving that the future was unclear.

She just looks up at him, wanting to reassure him, but she can’t lie to him. Not again.

“I don’t know,” the sound of silence afterward ringing more true than anything.

As they part ways, she watches Wyatt leave, she can’t help but wonder if what he’d said before had been wrong. Maybe she was the reason that everyone left.

This is the exactly the thought she plays through as she sits outside Benjamin Cahill’s house again, in the same spot as before, sans Wyatt. Her passenger seat missing the presence of the man wanted next to her. But this time it’s not the fear that plays in her mind, but the emptiness that constantly shivers through her. Refusing to accept the lies in her life, instead wanting to bring the truth to light.

With sigh, she makes the choice to get out of the car, her hand poised to knock on the door.

The fight for answers beginning.

xxxxx

A/N: hey, y’all! these past couple of weeks have been really trying with family emergencies, so it’s taken me a bit longer than usual to get this chapter up.

i know quite a few of you were worried about this chapter, expecting disaster to strike given the content of the episode…and well, it had to be done. however, i will say this, happy endings are my favorite. sometimes you just have to have your fair share of angst to get there.

but on that note, thank you for reading this chapter. please, please, please review/comment, and hopefully, you’re still with me for the next chapter.

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