#this round up is 98% untamed fic again

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

A collection of fics I’ve read (/reread) and thoroughly enjoyed in the past week-ish from all kinds of fandoms and genres.

ATLA

✩ For Hearth And Home by Haicrescendo

[There’s a child underneath Fire Lord Zuko’s desk.

He doesn’t realize this until he sits down and tiny hands wrap themselves around his ankles, and Fire Lord Zuko definitely does not shriek and backpedal away at the unexpected touch.

He definitely does do that but Gou, the single guard he’s agreed to let shadow him, is kind enough not to mention it.]

Or,

In which Fire Lord Zuko is a total mess and somehow people manage to love him for it anyway.

Miraculous Ladybug

drink the sea by jatersade

Adrien has been absent from school for five days when Chloé comes to her. “I need your help,” she says, and that’s how Marinette knows that something is terribly, terribly wrong.

Marvel

From the Mouths of Babes by CAPSING

“There’s a guy who’s been flirting with me.”

“Mhmm,” Ned turns to Peter, swallowing his bite. “Is he hot?”

(Or: Deadpool starts hitting on Spider-Man, unaware he’s a minor; ignorance turns up not to bring any bliss to either of them.)

Untamed

✩ shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, voice slow and a pitch too quiet. A second later Wei Wuxian understands why. “I cannot hear.”

Or; Lan Wangji is cursed into internal isolation. Their ability to understand one another remains as unwavering as ever.

beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane)

While exorcising a haunting, Lan Wangji gets cursed with a brand of honesty, and is forced to speak his every thought out loud.

tell some storm by qurbat

"We were raised as a generation of war, A-Yuan," Xian-gege said to him. "If your generation choses to be one of love - well, I don't think any of us would be opposed to that."

In the aftermath of the events at the Guanyin temple, the cultivation world scrambles to understand their current reality. A man roams the countryside with a string of white in his hair. Another sits on the highest seat of power with a ribbon of red around his forehead. The younger generation turns out to be full of romantics. Nie Huaisang is to blame for everything, always. Jiang Cheng realizes that happiness has been more that 16 years overdue.

Wei Wuxian declares that it's time that bitch pays up.

After a generation of war - much to the consternation of the elders, much to the delight of the young, much to the pleased shock of the subjects of the tale - the world welcomes a love story with open arms.

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami

"Zewu-Jun. You once told me about a house surrounded by gentians, where you visited once a month, and how Lan Zhan still waited there, even when the door no longer opened."

Xichen feels light-headed. He feels shocked, and angry. He has never told anyone such a thing, but Lan Zhan is giving Xichen a look of utter betrayal.

"You told him?" Lan Zhan whispers. "When?"

Wei Wuxian takes Lan Zhan's hand. "About twenty years from now."

(Wei Wuxian starts again from the beginning.)

It's Only Time by etymologyplayground (+ podfic)

Lan Zhan! You've probably guessed who's sending you mail, but I'll go ahead and confirm that it's your friend Wei Ying. Hello from Fuzhou! It's already hot here and very wet although spring has barely started. Hope you're keeping cool in the clouds, and say hello to the kids for me. I wish you were here with me - the people here keep making fun of my accent! Write to me soon and give it to Qixuan - that's the pigeon - she'll find me. Wei WuXian --

Letters from abroad.

Rewritten by katsumi_ym (Katsumi27) (+ podfic)

An experimental array has gone wrong, reverting Wei Ying to his six-year-old self. Wangji is determined to protect him until they can figure out what's wrong, but as much as Wangji is an expert in comforting his husband, this is a Wei Ying he has never known.

Night at the Guanyin Temple by pupeez4eva

The events at the Guanyin Temple happen a bit earlier in the night, and everyone has to deal with a drunk Lan Wangji amidst a deadly hostage situation.

[kheta]

The One Where Kuroko Died

Hiiii! So I have a ton of fics I’m probably never gonna finish and I’m sick of them taking up space in my notes/drafts/drive so I’m just gonna dump em here! Expect to see more if you care about my writing lol. Here’s the first one. Drug-use reference and semi-explicit depictions of death mentioned, jsyk.

Kagami was angry. Blind, hot anger spreading through his veins like venom injected into his body.

The ball he'd bounced in his fingers slipped from his grip as he looked at the new comer.

Blue hit his vision, the colours of the sky and all Kagami heard was a whispered "I'm going to fly, Kagami-kun."

The damningly sweet voice had plagued his life since that summer before the first year of high-school. Since that horrifying night Kagami's already iffy mental-stability had crashed and burned violently.

Before right now, Winter-Cup third round preliminaries, he'd been fortunate enough to have not met any of the Miracles. He'd skipped out on basketball last year, too damaged from that night on the Tokyo bridge; Midorima was sick during the second round preliminaries and they hadn't fought him. Kise and Akashi were in different brackets and Murasakibara's group already in the quarterfinals due to their first placing during the Interhigh. He hadn't known what was to happen as he'd met them, didn't know to expect the anger and guilt and blame and vindication he felt.

"I'm going to fly, Kagami-kun."

The voice had lessened in the past few months, with Ogiwara and Kiyoshi having managed to get him to play basketball again. But here, with one of them on the court the voice ravaged him.

Seirin didn't matter, Winter-Cup didn't matter, because all he wanted to do was punch Aomine. To his side, Ogiwara had tensed. Kagami wondered briefly how he managed to control himself from hurting these guys this past year and a half, since Kagami couldn't even last the five minutes since Aomine had entered the game.

"I'm going to fly, Kagami-kun."

Kuroko's voice was stuck in Kagami's head and he hated it. Even after all these months, Kagami was still traumatised by that horrible night. Kagami could still remember the wild glint in Kuroko's eye from some drug he'd been slipped, the hysterical note in his laughter and the look of his body sinking deeper into the ocean, Kagami's fingers feeling the ghost of his clothing.

Growling, Kagami kicked a chair over, body about to tear Touo's ace to pieces. Only Ogiwara held him in place, his eyes hateful and angry.

"You have no right to screw this up Kagami, you cost us this game and I will kill you. "

Everyone's eyes widened, Ogiwara spoke very rarely, his joyful expressions answering most questions. His lengthy and crude threat was a surprise to everyone, even the seniors who had long suspected the animosity Ogiwara felt towards the Generation of Miracles.

"How the fuck can you stand looking at the motherfucker when he didn't go? None of those fuckers cared about Kuroko, but you're letting them off scot free, when they get to live and he doesn't! That's bullshit."

Before them a referee stands, prepped to stop any argument, but the words of death left him unable to move. Feeling suddenly awkward, the ref allows the team to continue their talk, in spite of the rapidly approaching end to the third quarter break.

"Kagami you don't know them, I don't know them. And I'm not letting your teenage angst ruin this game, Kuroko wouldn't want a fight started for him, but he would have wanted us to fight for him, with basketball."

To emphasise his words, Ogiwara throws the practice ball to Kagami's unsteady palms. A whine leaves his throat and he can still only see blue. With tears biting his eyes, he throws the ball down and sits at the bench, he couldn't play their last quarter like this.

Twenty minutes in, 107-98, Kagami finally calms down and subs out Tsuchida-senpai. He fouls left, right and centre, his game wild and untamed and angry. He scores fifteen points in the last half of the last quarter and glares coldly down at Aomine when the buzzer sounds. Ogiwara lays a hand on his shoulder but with the game finished, Kagami can no longer hold his anger back, not when Aomine's intrigued smile made Kuroko's voice stream in his head endlessly.

Without really thinking Kagami slams Aomine against the court, both their teams rushing forward to placate the roaring teen. Ogiwara can't move, not when he didn't understand. Sure, Kuroko was his best friend, but Kagami was the one with him in his last moments. Kagami was the one who couldn't stop Kuroko in the end, he might not have known Kuroko from a bar of soap, but their one and only meeting had ripped Kagami's life apart. Ogiwara had no right to interfere now.

"What the hell? What is your problem?" Aomine's smile had morphed into rage.

"Where the fuck were you!?" Kagami screamed suddenly, his voice loud even with the cacophony behind them.

Aomine has no time to answer before Kagami lays a knuckle bruising punch to the floor beside his face.

"Weren't you his friend? His partner? Didn't you feel anything when he died!? Where the fuck were you Miracles that night? Why weren't you with him? Why couldn't you stop him? Why couldn't I? Why couldn't he have fucking flied?"

Kagami's questions are hollow, yet loud. Aomine continues to stare in growing confusion.

"Get the hell off me you psycho, I don't know what you're on about but you'll regret it if you don't let me go soon."

A scream, scary and shrill sounds from Kagami and this time he aims properly, fist meeting Aomine's flesh. Kiyoshi, Izuki and Hyuga rip him off Aomine before more damage could be done.

"I'm going to fly, Kagami-kun. I'm going to fly, Kagami-kun. I'm going to fly, Kagami-kun."

The words kept ringing until finally Ogiwara's voice broke through the hazy anger, leaving a torrent of confusion.

"They don't know Kagami," red eyes meet amber in disbelief, but his eyes are honest,"None of them know, I was in the exact same position with Kise last year, none of them even realised he's dead."

The crowd quiet somewhat as Kagami falls limp, processing this information and suddenly tears of frustration fall down his face.

"I've been having nightmares for a year and eight months, I've had anxiety attacks, I can't even cross a bridge or swim without panicking and- they don't even fucking know."

His voice is hushed and broken, angry and from behind the crowd Momoi steps forward. Not to help Aomine like expected, but to listen closely to what Kagami was saying because a very sickening picture was forming in her head.

She'd heard Miracles and dead and partners and friends. The chances were slim but she kept thinking it had been two years since Tetsu-kun had talked with her. Kept remembering that his name wasn't on any of the Japanese Basketball teams and that Ogiwara had started a fight with Kise last year and no one was sure why, just that he kept screaming "you have no right to say his name. "

Kagami looks up and confirms her worst fears.

"I've had Kuroko's dead figure haunting my dreams and these fuckers don't know!? Their supposed friend died right before my fucking eyes and the only ones in this whole goddamn tournament who know are me and you!?"

Momoi falls and even in his surprised stupor Aomine manages to catch her.

"Tetsu-kun...Is dead? You're lying. You have to be lying." She refuses to believe it, murmur low. Suddenly the pieces Aomine had been struggling to fit together connected.

"Is this some fucked up joke? We mess around with your teams scores in Middle School so you think saying Tetsu is dead is an appropriate joke!" Aomine looks to Ogiwara in unadulterated fury.

Kagami, unable to handle the overload of emotions scrambles to his teams bench, everyone's eyes on him. Touo and Seirin are left so utterly confused and the officials and spectators who'd jumped down to see the fuss look around awkwardly. None of this seemed appropriate right now.

Ogiwara clenches his fist and looks down with cold disregard at Aomine.

"You know, his parents tried ringing you guys before they buried him. They called your cells and your home phones, no one answered. All of twenty people were at his funeral, his family, Kagami and I, my family and two guys we knew as kids. Kuroko died and you bastards, people he told me were some of his favourite people, didn't even bother finding out whether or not he was okay, much less whether he was alive. So don't talk as if you care now, not when he's been dead for a year and none of you Kiseki no Sedai shitheads knew that. "

Aomine shakes- arms, legs, head all shaking vigorously. He wouldn't believe it. Kuroko was only seventeen, he couldn't just die. Not like that. Not now, not for atleast seventy more years.

Ogiwara looks at Aomine, eyes sad and desolate. It had been nearly two years, he'd long since given up his anger. He was still bitter and could not associate with the Miracles without being reminded that Kuroko was forever gone, but times had numbed the pain, made it more scar than wound.