#my parents 🥹

[xiaogesword]

when the mlc novel gave us 'this' scene and expected us to be ok afterward | part 1

Part 1 features a scene from Volume 1, chapter 16 - where Di Feisheng and Li Lianhua meet for the first time in ten years ~

Li Lianhua looked up and sighed softly, his eyes looking a little desolate and lonely as they shone in the silvery moonlight.

He turned around to gaze at the empty courtyard. There were several clusters of peonies there. At this time of year, only a few snow-covered branches were left. Nothing was attractive about them, but he still gazed at them.

He stood quietly in the courtyard for a long moment. Finally, he stepped to the side and turned to leave.

After walking slowly for about ten steps, Li Lianhua stopped in his tracks and turned his back to the flowers.

“Who’s here?” he asked calmly.

The courtyard had been empty just earlier as he stared at it, but now, standing there in the snow among the peonies, was a man. His hands were clasped behind his back, and it seemed as if he had been standing there for a long while.

“Your hearing is even better than before,” the man said flatly. His tone had no emotion like he was neither speaking to a friend nor an enemy.

“You were heavier on your feet when you landed… ” Li Lianhua smiled gently, “...Di Feisheng.”

Li Lianhua continued, “Even though you have taken the Weeping Guanyin, your injury from back then can’t be healed in merely a day or two. It's no wonder you don’t want to leave footprints on the snow, the sound of your movement could even be heard by peddlers and petty thieves.”

The man in the peonies was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"Even after everything that has happened to you, you're still the same Li Xiangyi after all."

Even though the man's tone didn't change much, there was no denying the sincere admiration in his voice as he spoke the words.

Li Lianhua chuckled, "Thank you. And you're still the same Di Feisheng after all. I thought there was no cure for your injury from our battle in the East Sea. How did you find out about the Weeping Guanyin? Human beings are so resourceful in this world."

Standing among the peonies, the man in the green robes and cloth shoes seemed a little surprised, "Your temperament has changed a lot over the years."

Li Lianhua smiled gently, "And yours hasn't changed at all."

Di Feisheng didn't answer.

~

(x.)

[thefrsers]

2.18 | 7.06

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Young Royals 3.06 - It's always been this role that's been the problem. For me. ❤️

[princessanneftw]

Sir Tim Laurence adjusting Princess Anne’s rain-soaked plume on the balcony of Buckingham Palace following the Trooping the Colour parade on 15 June 2024

[trashogram]

Fluff: You hear Lucifer purring in the middle of the night and you open your eyes, smiling, only to realize it’s not him. ***

“Lucifer?” You reached over and gently shook his shoulders. “Luci, honey. Wake up.”

The Devil’s eyes snapped open — he’d never been a deep sleeper — but thankfully he met your gaze before the confusion could set him off into a vocal frenzy.

“Huh?” He grunted sleepily, blinking the glaze from his eyes. “Wha-what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, finger to your lips as you nod to the baby between the two of you. Lucifer’s gaze followed, and his expression shifted from forlorn sleepiness to joy in but a millisecond.

Charlie continued to sleep, none the wiser to her parents’ delight as they listened to her kittenish purrs for the very first time.

[trips2saturn]

wow

[3-aem]

stop telling me facts about gojo—i dont want them Anymore

[grandmaster-anne]

17 June 2024 The Order of the Garter Service — Princess Anne and Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence

[thefrsers]

#a family that ride or dies together #no one does it like the 118

[shiroganeryo]

Happy Mother's Day with the Bungo Moms! 💞

I'm very invested in my ships and their lovechildren, so I wanted to draw something lovely to celebrate today 😊

Profiles/credits: Omine Higuchi (higugin's lovechild) belongs to my spouse Fumiya Nakahara + Haruko, Sadako & Torao Kunikida are my OCS~ Yosano, Higuchi and Gin belong to Asagiri and Harukawa!

[nico-di-genova]

One Day

Written for @somethingsomethingwords’s and their request for:

Once again, this one was written in my notes app in a frenzy. Apologies in advance for any typos.

It is raining when Lance enters Aston hospitality on Friday afternoon, the misty sort of rain that’s cold and irritating and glazes the steps in a fine layer of water that he’s busted his ass on once before. He’s not looking to repeat the humiliation, so he’s careful when he makes his way up the steps and into the building. Which is maybe why he doesn’t notice Fernando until he’s already through the doors and scuffing his shoes against the entry mat to dry them.

AirPods in, music playing, he’s doubly distracted - until a baby’s laugh pulls his attention up from where he’d been kicking loose dirt from his sneakers. There’s a lot of noises he’s come to expect from the paddock, but the gurgling giggle of an infant is not one of them.

He glances up with a confused expression, half expecting to see an engineers happy family crowded around one of the tables. Instead it is Fernando that greets him.

“Lance!” He hoists the baby higher in his arms, angles the kid so Lance is making mutually befuddled eye contact with the newborn. “Look!”

Lance looks. The baby looks back, chubby cheeked, bit of drool dripping down their chin, gripping one of Fernando’s fingers with a twitchy little hand. They’re wearing headphones bigger than their own head, green, Aston Martin logo branding the side.

Fernando’s smile is wide enough that Lance can see his dimples, the lines that form with the crinkling of his eyes. It’s wide enough that Lance’s heartbeat is thrown off kilter.

He swallows.

“Come say hello,” Fernando commands, and Lance listens. Shoes squeaking across the laminate flooring, water slicking off his raincoat and leaving a trail. There’s a couple standing next to Fernando who look a little too much like the kid. They’re wearing matching Aston merch and the lanyards that mark them as guests, fans.

“Uh, hi,” he greets them first, waving awkwardly even though he’s standing right in front of them. They don’t seem to mind, seem excited enough that he’s talking to them in the first place.

He asks them how their day has been as he slides off the raincoat and throws it over the back of a chair. Asks if they’re enjoying themselves as he puts his AirPods back in their case. Trying to be friendly in the way the socials team always hopes he will be. It’s easy to do when there’s no camera in his face and pre rehearsed talking points he’s supposed to hit.

Fernando elbows him in the ribs with the arm that’s not holding the baby, but is attached to the index finger the kid is holding tightly.

“Look at him,” he coos, in a voice Lance has never heard from him before. Something new, soft, similar to the way he talks to Chloe’s dog when he visits Lance during breaks, but different enough that Lance has to catalog it away as something new. His heart thuds again.

He has to lean to get close to the kid, close to Fernando, brushes a finger along the top of the kids fist that’s tight around Fernando’s knuckle.

He hasn’t interacted with babies much. Being the baby of the family himself and all. He had a cousin twice removed that he’d held at a family reunion once when he was fifteen, but that kid had been squirmy and crying and Lance had quickly passed him back to whatever distant aunt had handed him over in the first place. This kid seems much more mild mannered, maybe it’s the headphones muffling the noise around them, or maybe it’s just the effect Fernando has.

Fernando who keeps smiling, who’s looking over the top of the baby’s head to direct that smile at Lance. Both of them, Fernando and the kid, looking at him with big brown eyes and-

Oh.

Lance figures it’s probably a good thing he lacks the productive means to give Fernando a child. Figures he probably would have been willing to try the moment Fernando passed the baby back to his actual parents.

“He’s cute, no?” Fernando asks, shifts closer to Lance so the baby starts to reach for him instead. Lance offers his own finger, lets the kid grab it with his chubby little hand. His other hand rubs awkwardly at the kids back, a pantomime of behavior he’s seen from parents before. The baby grins at him, gummy and slobbery and babbles something.

Fernando, nonsensically, babbles back. Makes a string of noises that pulls the baby’s attention back to him and then they’re both giggling at each other.

Lance feels suddenly warm, flushes through with pure yearning and blames it on the constricting fabric of the Aston polo around his throat.

“His name is Presley,” Fernando says, turning back to Lance, like he wasn’t just speaking in senseless sounds.

It shouldn’t make Lance’s stomach do cartwheels, and yet he finds the feeling in his gut anyway. Whatever, he’s twenty-five, blame it on his ticking biological clock and the paternal nurturing he’d been comfortably raised in.

Fernando keeps smiling, and yeah, it’s not a new expression but it almost is in the way that his eyes go soft and his nose crinkles when he goes back to baby-talking with Presley. Lance can’t stop staring, can’t seem to make his heartbeat go back to normal. Can’t stop seeing a future where Presley isn’t Presley, but instead a kid of their own.

And oh. Oh. Oh no.

“Do you want kids?” He asks later, in the hotel, when they both naked and sharing the covers.

Fernando’s fingers stall the dance they’d been doing along Lance’s side pausing at his tattoo and then tracing along the Hebrew there.

“Why?” He asks, as Lance shudders at the touch, “you are pregnant?”

Lance scoffs, “Yep. Pissed on the stick last night actually. Congratulations, you are the father.”

Fernando laughs, pauses where he’d been mouthing along the line of Lance’s neck, his breath hot when he says, “Lucky me.”

In the muted light of the singular lamp they’ve left on this is simple. Lance is warm, sated, the press of Fernando’s body solid against him.

“I’m being serious though,” he presses, turns his head enough that Fernando is forced to pull away and make eye contact with him.

“Do you?”

Fernando shrugs, “Eventually, yes. Maybe.”

“Oh,” Lance says, lacking the ability to think of anything better. Something heavy settles on his chest. Fernando’s hand is quick to replace it, palm flat over his heart.

“But not now. We have time.”

We. Lance swallows. Fernando must feel the way his heartbeat thuds, mistakes it for apprehension when really it is relief at the realization that Fernando does not mean for him to be a stand-in. Realization that Fernando intends to keep him, put the comforting weight of a ring on his finger one day, maybe, build a home with him. Lance realizes he maybe wants that.

“If you want to. If not then, no, I will be okay without. I just want you.”

Lance thinks of Fernando’s smile when he’d held Presley. So raw and honest, open in a way that Lance is only used to seeing when Fernando looks at him. Or when he looks at his sister, a look reserved for family. For people he loves.

“I want to,” he says, and means it. “Eventually, yeah. You’d be a good dad.”

Lance would know, he’s somewhat of an expert in the fantastic parents department - got the team and the boyfriend to show for it.

Fernando smiles, soft, fond. His hand comes up to cup Lance’s neck in a way that is familiar.

“One day, then,” he promises.

Lance smiles back, “One day.”

After the rings of course, after he beats Fernando in a race, after tomorrow and the day after that, because they have time. Lance is, of course, already thinking about the wedding band he’s going to slide onto Fernando’s finger though. He’s always twenty steps ahead like that, drivers instincts and all.

Fernando is probably thinking the same thing.

When they kiss it is with the hint of the future. A wedding, and a shared home, and a baby’s laugh all caught up in the hotels ac kicking on. Present and future entwined with Fernando’s quiet deceleration of, ‘I love you’ that gets lost somewhere in the space they share.

[erabu-san]

bro for what reason is ur art so good⁉️⁉️i actually love ur art style so much it is so unique

Thank you so much !! 😭😭 I am so happy with my current art style, I was sooo complexed abt it for a long time !

[xiaolanhua]

A Journey to Love 一念关山 (2023) Dir. Zhou Yuan Zhou, Zou Xi – Ep. 34

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne showing Sir Tim Laurence something that caught her attention in the programme and having a chuckle about it at the Braemar Gathering on 2 September 2023

[p1anymph1a]

this chemistry is chemistrying like no other chemistry has chemistried before

[greensolsikke]

Interview with Xamk at the Emma Gaala