“I’m jealous of Naru!” She snapped out, falling back on herself immediately, surprised with herself. Over time, Mai had seemed to have that effect on her quite a lot. It was infuriating. Masako was used to having a handle on her emotions. Used to the calm, detached look she kept. From their first job together Mai seemed effective in smashing through that. Annoyingly, Mai just blinked at her. Discomfort settled over her skin. “Well, are you just going to sit there or will you say something?” She asked with as much calm as she could muster.
“I…” Mai looked genuinely confused. Her head tilted to the side like a cocker spaniel. “Why would you be jealous of Naru?”
Masako… could not believe this. Just how stupid was Mai? No wonder Naru felt he had to keep an eye on her. Not only was Mai endearingly kind, she was also infuriatingly dense. This was one of the main reasons Masako hadn’t liked her to begin with. And then she had to go and… Be everything else. Everything she couldn’t always be. Kind. Emotive. Passionate. So, so passionate over everything. Like it just burst out of her because there was so much it had no other choice. “Because I’m in love with you.”
Mai froze and for the longest moment, Masako was terrified. It wasn’t the first time she felt fear. Actually, she has felt fear quite often. Both her own and others. But never like this. Mentally, she knew whatever happened ultimately didn’t affect her seriously. A rejection wouldn’t kill her or give her an irreparable injury. It felt like it could, though. It felt like everything in her life was riding on Mai’s next words and it was terrifying . Then Mai shook her head, eyes down. Masako’s heart plummeted.
“You're… in love? With me ?” Mai asked hesitantly. It felt like Masako was on a roller coaster. Or, she thought it felt like she was on a roller coaster. She’d never been on one before, but this felt like how she’d heard people describe it. Her heart flipped at the tone of Mai’s voice.
“Yes,” Masako said quietly. It felt like if she spoke any louder the moment would shatter and she’d be left behind in pieces. She didn’t think she’d be able to confess again, if this wasn’t real.
For a moment Mai gaped at her. Like a fish. And then her mouth closed and her eyes sparkled. “I love you, too, Masako.” The words were quiet, but full. Full in a way Masako didn’t really know words could be. Hope and joy and love and all the positive emotions Masako felt she could think of as well as a shyness that she’d rarely seen against Mai’s passion. But then… She smiled. And it was small, but determined, and Masako could see that addicting- and yes, infuriating - passion spark in her eyes. When Mai smiled, Masako smiled back. Smaller but no less brightly.
Summary:When Sizhui, Jingyi, and Zizhen are captured with Jin Ling at the Guanyin Temple, they’re sure that Hanguang Jun and Wei Wuxian will fix everything - until Su She stabs Lan Wangji through the stomach, and everything falls apart around them. In a last, frantic attempt to undo the damage Jin Guangyao has done, Wei Wuxian activates a deadly array to send the four juniors back in time, sending them to the morning of Jin Ling’s one-month celebration. With the fate of everyone and everything they love in their hands, Sizhui, Jin Ling, Zizhen and Jingyi race to prevent the ambush at Qiongqi Pass and the subsequent fallout, but Jin Guangyao has returned from the future as well, and he has no intention of letting what he wants fall through his hands a second time.
My comments: Okay, wow, this was so epic, it’s hard to break down. The gist of it is that the four juniors get sent back in time from a moment of utter tragedy and overwhelming loss to fix the future. So they’re all pretty fucking traumatized from the get-go. (Future Jin Guangyao is a complete and terrifying psychopath.)
If I had to pick 3 tags to describe the story it’d be WHUMP, H/C and BONDING. So, author doesn’t hold back on the violence, which I fully endorse and devour. (I might have rated this one an M, actually, just for graphic violence and stressful situations.)Everyone gets a turn to be utterly beat up if not straight up tortured. POV is multiple, and that includes everyone (I never expected to admire and empathize with Jin Zixuan so much!). BUT, before you run away screaming, know that there is soooo much comfort and healing and bonding going on, throughout whatever the current trauma is (there are many) as well as after. I did a quick search, and there are 102 uses of “I love you”, and it’s not limited to wangxian. wwx says it to jiang cheng and a-yuan and all the poor time-travelling teens who have just lost everything and everyone in their entire worlds and suddenly are only a few years younger than their ‘fathers’. The juniors say it to each other and their dads. jyl says it to everyone. the lan bros say it, the nie brothers say it. Everybody is just so fucking supportive and trying so hard and they just have faced what a world could be like if they DON’T communicate, and so by god, they’re not gonna go that route, and also, no one’s gonna let them forget it.
I really, really loved how all the time travelers latched onto their 'parents’ and the relationships that they grew: with them, with their families and with their itty bitty counterparts. It highlighted the Juniors’ innocence (and trauma) to be compared to people only a few years older and yet so much more mature and experienced because of having been through the war.
So. An epic, plotty, TASTY time travel fix it that features everyone and the way they all fit into each other’s lives, getting into situations that are truly terrifying that have NO EXIT, being hurt and watching it happen to people you love, and lots of escapes-by-the-skin-of-their-teeth-and-please-god-are-they-still-breathing. It’s an excellent and satisfying balance.
time travel, fix it, angst, whump, captivity, hostage situations, threat of torture, hurt everybody, temporary character death, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, tearjerker, feels, you will cry, self-sacrifice, POV multiple, adorable juniors, traumatized juniors, adorable a-yuan, qiongqi path ambush canon divergence, family feels, future reveal, jin zixuan lives, jiang yanli lives, wen remnants live, golden core reveal, found family, jiang sibling feels, pining, idiots in love, love confessions, first kiss, cuddling & snuggling, platonic cuddling, qi deviation, golden core surgery, baby golden core, wei wuxian is a good dad, lan wangji is a good dad, communication, nightmares, PTSD, panic attacks, wedding, adoption, cynophobia, wei wuxian’s fear of dogs, puppy therapy, healing, recovery, fix it, epic, parent-child relationship, father-son relationship, happy ending, favorite
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Summary:Someone tried to set up Jiang Wanyin. Wei Wuxian took the fall - and key players took the chance to send him to prison to get too-smart-for-his-own-good Wei Ying out of the way. Thirteen years into his sentence, he’s released from prison and disappears. Three years after that: Lan Wangji finds him by chance. Unfortunately, he’s brought a fresh round of trouble with him. The two of them have to fix their friendship, fix a sabotaged airplane, and then fix everything else as it happens.
My comments: Starts with a bang, wwx running away and lwj tackling him into an undignified fight that goes all over the yard. There is A Past - a reason why wwx has been away for so long and is no longer a part of the aerial firefighting community, but rather a struggling mechanic and paroled felon.
While wangxian figure themselves out, sabotage and a continuation of a 20-year-old plot come to light. The climax moves fast and involves lqr being a dick, another plot, wwx being stupidly sacrificial, a wildfire and an aerial attack. Exciting stuff!
modern au, pilot au, aerial firefighters, angst, caretaking, doting lan wangji, self-worth issues, communication, sabotage, myster, case fic, affection, non-sexual intimacy, first kiss, love confessions, ouyang zizhen being a duckling, jiang sibling feels, xuanli lives, protective lan wangji, protective wei wuxian, attempted murder, supportive lan wangji, happy ending, @silvarbelle
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Summary:Lan Sizhui meets a servant on a night hunt at Mo Manor. Though this servant has a rather plain-looking, forgettable face, Lan Sizhui quickly learns why one should never judge a book by its cover. –or– After being resurrected by the rather plain-looking, gap-toothed Li Wenxiao, Wei Wuxian has to contend with constant dismissals of his skill and intelligence. Luckily for him, Hanguang-Jun is willing to stand by his side no matter what. If only Wei Wuxian could figure out why…
My comments: ❤️This was written for my art-prompt and I love it SO. MUCH. The idea of wwx resurrecting as a homely woman has haunted me for years, because there’s such fertile ground there to explore. And Eudoxia did it with verve. This fic has everything: unexpectedly-female wwx, humor, adorable juniors, utterly smitten and thirsty lwj, philosophy on gender, shameless wangxian…. And more coming up in the series! (Which is great, because I cannot get enough!)
Excerpt 1:“So polite, Lan-gongzi. This one is called Li Wenxiao. Just call me whatever, I don’t mind. In fact, most people I meet call me gongzi or xiansheng, on account of my face!” She laughs, pointing a finger at her bright smile.
Lan Sizhui frowns, studying her face for a moment. It’s a very plain, boring face; round cheeks, a bit of a second chin when she smiles, thick eyebrows, peach blossom eyes. There’s a small but noticeable gap between her two front teeth when she smiles. Overall, a rather forgettable face. Lan Sizhui can’t help but think it’s a little tragic that a young woman—perhaps only ten years his senior—would be unlucky enough to have such a face.
Excerpt 2:Lan Jingyi grabs his arm, shaking him as he hisses, “What do you mean you don’t know? Look at how familiar they are! Hanguang-jun is guiding Li Wenxiao’s donkey! He may as well be,”—Lan Jingyi struggles for words, waving his arms in the air like he’s juggling, before he finally says—“caressing her face! I don’t know! Who isshe?”
canon divergence, resurrected as a girl, wei wuxian comes back as a girl, POV multiple, female wei wuxian, adorable juniors, teacher wei wuxian, (not officially but he is SUCH a teacher), lan sizhui is the best boy, gender and philosophy, oblivious wei wuxian, genderqueer wei wuxian, shameless lan wangji, demisexual lan wangji, some very light and well-earned lan xichen bashing, light angst, thirsty lan wangji, pining, love confessions, getting together, idiots in love, doting lan wangji, het smut, favorite, @eudoxiav @mdzsrbb
G (maybe a very soft T for making out), 82k, wangxian, marked as incomplete, but it feels wrapped up tight, so ignore that
Summary: Alternate Universe - Jiang Fengmian never adopts Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan meets Wei Ying as a beggar on the street and convinces Lan Qiren to allow him to come live in the Cloud Recesses.
Lan Zhan and Wei Ying grow up together as best friends. Nothing has really changed, but everything is different.
My comments: A soft story wherein the Lans take in homeless wei ying and he and his lan zhan grow up together, tightly entwined. We get glimpses of their earlier childhood, pass through the cloud recesses study arc (look at lan wangji making friends! and being stoically amused by intimidating nie huaisang, who had the audacity to sneak liquor into his cup). There is light angst and pining, before they figure themselves out, but the wen attack and sunshot campaign bring them to a new understanding.
child wei wuxian, child lan wangji, in which wwx goes to gusu as a child, adopted by the Lans, non-yunmeng wei wuxian, friendship, different first meeting, POV multiple, growing up together, light angst, pining, students at cloud recesses, lan wangji has friends, oblivious wei wuxian, feelings realization, getting together, love confessions, attack on cloud recesses, sunshot campaign, fix it, soft, fluff, first time, fade to black
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a concept: a romantic sunday with the love of your life, listening to songs and baking cakes together and then you’re shouting at them to do things correctly but they can’t even break the eggs right and you’re just so frustrated with them and then they make that puppy face and crack silly jokes and tell you, how pretty you look when you’re annoyed. And then he takes your hand and take you outside and points at moon and says “that’s everyone’s moon but you’re my moon” and you just melt on the inside
I think you should tell people how important they are to you not because they could leave at any moment, but because they’re here now, and it’s worth saying.
one thing i absolutely adore in songs is when the artist includes some sounds that is very personal to them like their lover’s laugh at the end, or like, the sound of a baby, or using the heartbeat of someone as the beat of the song, or a phrase that’s used by their special someone in their native language. it’s so beautiful how music can be used as an escape but also something that ties you right back down to that one person. And it’s like not only are they in your heart? but also in your art???????
“I withdraw from people and places from time to time. I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much, and never have anything to say.”
i enjoy the simple things in life like dancing to my playlist at 3am yearning for my soulmate, baking in the kitchen pretending im doing it with the love of my life and then closing my eyes and dreaming about them all night.
Fluff has jumped in to save the day writing Sherlock’s POV letters … as correspondence to John’s letter at the end of T6T!
After spending the majority of the week (and this past weekend) attempting to write not 6 but 7 versions of what happened next … I decided I was stuck in John’s head still, and here Fluff has Sherlock’s voice down, perfectly! She wrote a reply and made it all work (ty!!!)
To appreciate the irony in this: She is my insight to John’s POV 99% of the time - giving me perspective and clarity; and I am 99% more likely to look at things from Sherlock’s POV! Haha, so you have @fluffbyday-smutbynight to thank for the role reversal! I hope you will enjoy the back-and-forth as much as I already do!
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In confessing to Sherlock why he’s not o.k., John thinks he will push away the one person he loves and cares about most …
For how could such a confession not?
But what if Sherlock had no idea what John was going through … until now? And knowing … he takes his time, gently … slowly … to show John that he is listening … ? And that he’s been here waiting … the whole time …
Absolute shit brother for not having kept in touch with her. To be honest, I’d given their relationship up for a lost cause … knowing the Watson history. Guess that speaks volumes about me?
She asked about you. How you were doing. Before she asked about Mary, and how I’m coping …
Probably knew I wasn’t about to answer. I needed another shot in my glass for that. Something stronger than hotel conference room coffee. And you know what I kept thinking? I was so happy for her … so proud! And yet, all I said was ‘good for you’ …
Good for you.
Like she’d won high marks on a test? Or adopted a puppy.
“Dorian, from the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I was dominated, soul, brain, and power, by you. […] I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you. When you were away from me, you were still present in my art…. Of course, I never let you know anything about this. It would have been impossible. […] You would not have understood it. I hardly understood it myself. Weeks and weeks went on, and I grew more and more absorbed in YOU. […] I felt, Dorian, that I had told too much, that I had put too much of myself into it.”
Basil Hallward, The Picture of Dorian Gray, O. Wilde
Day 4 is done!!! This is part 2 to my chapter yesterday so plz read that first :). I hope you guys like it! I had a really fun time writing this chapter hehe. I love writing the babies kissing.
Ladybug swung from rooftop to rooftop back and forth as she gnawed on her lower lip. Her eyes kept being drawn over to Adrien’s window. All that she had been able to think about lately was Alya’s words. Adrien lovedher. So why couldn’t she just knock on his window?
Ugh! This was just ridiculous! She had been swinging for over ten minutes already. If she was going to do it, she should just get it over with! With a determined nod and a fiery blaze to her sapphire eyes, Ladybug headed straight for Adrien’s window.
This was it! She was going to do it this time! No, she wasn’t! With a sudden, last-minute swerve, Ladybug zoomed away once again. Stifling a short scream, she almost wished that she could bang her head against a wall. How was she supposed to woo Adrien with her Ladybug confidence if she couldn’t even ask to come in?
It was just too hard… How was Chat able to visit her so easily? Ladybug’s lips quirked into a soft smile as she snickered. It was probably because he didn’t share the same feelings for Marinette as she did for Adrien. Once again, her gaze was helplessly drawn over to his bedroom window. With a lovestruck sigh, she once again wished that she could be as confident as she was in her fantasies.
The fantasy Ladybug wouldn’t have even knocked, she would have just swung right in much to Adrien’s delight. She would have smirked at him, twirling her yo-yo in her hand. That Ladybug would have claimed that she had heard a rumor about him and her. Maybe… if she was really lucky… Adrien would blush. He would nod shyly and all she’d have to do was take a few short steps towards him, dipping him into a lovely kiss. It was perfect.
Squealing to herself, the real Ladybug clenched her eyes shut as she beamed widely. Why couldn’t that be her reality? Slowly she fluttered her eyes open, only for them to widen as she smacked head-first into a window. More specifically Adrien’swindow.
She groaned, rubbing a hand over her aching forehead. Okay. That was enough for today. Maybe she’d ask Alya or Chat for some advice at their patrol for tomorrow. She was not going to continue to be like one of M. Ramier’s pigeons repeatedly smacking into windows.
With a quiet whimper, Ladybug slowly peeled herself away from the window with a pair of burning, red cheeks. Time to go home. Twirling her yo-yo, she was about to wrap it around a chimney when the window next to her squeaked open.
“Ladybug! Are you alright? I saw you hit my window!” Adrien’s concerned voice called out to her. She shrieked in shock, whirling around to stare at him with a pair of wide eyes. He was leaning out of his window, looking at her rather worriedly.
Well, wasn’t that just great! Adrien saw her! Now she was doubly embarrassed. Shaking her head with a loud, awkward laugh, Ladybug waved a hand in the air. “Don’t worry about me! I-I’m great! I mean obviously I’m not great… I just hit your window! Like a pigeon!”
What was she even saying?! If she continued to act like this, Adrien would figure out she was Marinette in just a few more stuttered, awkward sentences. As it was, he was already frowning at her like she had lost her mind. Wincing, Ladybug took a deep breath to calm herself before murmuring, “I’m so so sorry, Adrien! I-I guess, um, I just wasn’t looking where I was going and hit your window. I’m fine though, really. I-I’ll just be going now.”
He pursed his lips, running a hand through his hair like he was nervous. But that didn’t make sense! What did he have to be nervous about? Ladybug was the one who just smacked into his window like she was blind. In the next second, Adrien leaned back out of sight and she breathed a sigh of relief. Good. She could leave now and this time never come back. She could just forget about Alya’s information and just go about her day forgetting about the small… minuscule… tiny chance that Adrien might… possibly… maybe like her.
Clearing her throat, Ladybug turned her head back to face the city, twirling her yo-yo and wishing that she had never left home. Before she could wrap it around the nearest chimney, though, she heard the window squeak open. Turning her head back, she saw that Adrien had opened it even wider. “W-why don’t you come in? It, um, looked like you hit your head pretty hard and I’d hate for you to be hurt.”
“A-are you sure?” Ladybug asked quietly. Was this really how she got her chance? Not by knocking on his window confidently but by slamming head-first into his window.
“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his head at her as he gestured for her to come in.
With pink dusting her cheeks, she took her chance, hurriedly clambering inside before Adrien came to his senses and closed the window on her. As soon as Ladybug was inside, she blinked up into a pair of concerned, green eyes. He was standing much too close to her. Her heart beat uncomfortably fast in her chest as Adrien took a step even closer to her.
He reached down, caressing her forehead with his soft fingers. “Does that hurt?” he murmured.
Not even registering what he had said, Ladybug simply nodded her head, letting her eyes fall shut. That felt amazing. Maybe she should have crashed into his window a while ago. In an instant, Adrien’s hand was gone and she had to physically stop herself from chasing after his lovely fingers.
“How bad?” Adrien murmured again.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open to stare at his frowning face. Huh? How bad was what? Before she could stop herself, Ladybug darted her gaze down to the hand by his side. How badly did she want his fingers back massaging her head? Verybadly.
Adrien’s frown furrowed even more and she shook her head, trying to clear it. It was only then that she remembered what he had asked her. Waving her hands in front of her, she hurried out, “I mean no! I’m fine! It doesn’t hurt at all!”
“Are you sure?” he asked suspiciously.
“Yes, yes! I’m sure!” Ladybug practically shouted, bobbing her head up and down eagerly. Her face lit up again with embarrassment and she bit down painfully hard on her bottom lip. Why had she listened to Alya?! This was a disaster!
Adrien smiled gently at her and wow was he always that handsome when he smiled? Carefully, his hands brushed softly along her forehead once more. Everywhere he touched, she felt a spark of warmth run along her face. “It’s alright to be hurt, Ladybug. You can tell me the truth.”
Her lips parted as she looked up at him in wonder. Ladybug felt dizzy as she stared into his bright, almost loving green eyes. Ok, she needed to change the topic now or she was going to lose her mind.
“So I heard a rumor today!” Ladybug blurted out.
Abort! Why did she say that!? She could have said literally anything else and been fine. Now what was she going to do?
“What kind of rumor?” Adrien asked, his frown coming back.
“Just a silly one. I don’t think there’s any truth to it, anyway.” She sputtered up an awkward laugh, stepping back and away from his magic fingers that got her to reveal things she didn’t mean or want to. “Well, I had better be going now.”
Ladybug turned around, ready to fling herself out of his room and head home to her bedroom where she’d cry to Tikki for the rest of her life. Wincing, she reached for her yo-yo when a hand stopped her. She blinked down at it in surprise, feeling Adrien turn her back around to face her.
“What rumor?” he asked, searching her gaze intently.
She felt her mouth dry as her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. Could she really do this? It’s what she’s wanted since she practically met him. Darting her eyes down to the floor to avoid his intense stare, Ladybug mumbled, “I-I don’t know. I heard that maybe… potentially… you might… sort of have a crush on me? I don’t know why I’m even telling you this. It’s probably not true. Right?”
She winced as soon as the words left her lips. What was she doing?! She might as well just dig her own grave. Adrien was sure to laugh her out of his room now!
Instead, he squeezed the hand that he was still holding onto, bringing her uncertain gaze back up to his. “And what if it wastrue?”
Ladybug wasn’t sure if she could even form words at this point. Afraid that she might start babbling in a giddy, incoherent fashion, she cleared her throat before taking a deep breath. Using her free hand, she ran it through her hair. “I, um, I would probably kiss you. I-if you’d like that! A-and didn’t mind! O-obviously!”
“I-I wouldn’t mind.” Adrien’s face had turned red and she was sure her own matched his.
Did he mean that? It certainly didn’t look like he minded. With butterflies swirling to life in her stomach, Ladybug stood up on her tip-toes before she could talk herself out of it and crashed her lips into his. Terrified that she had made a mistake, she almost pulled back before she felt Adrien’s lips move under hers. Oh. So that’s what it felt like.
Feeling giddy with the revelation of kissing Adrien, she gently cupped his cheek, wishing that her hands weren’t covered so that she could feel the softness of his skin on hers. Gently, she ran her tongue over his lips like she had dreamed of doing for years. She was definitely going to have to thank Alya for wrestling that information from Nino. Because it was true, Adrien liked her just as much as she liked him.
Pulling back, Ladybug leaned her forehead against his, pecking one final kiss on his perfect lips before murmuring, “I feel the same. In case you couldn’t tell.”
“Yeah?” He laughed almost disbelievingly.
“Mhm,” she hummed with a smile. “And I’m very grateful I heard that rumor.”
“Me too.” Adrien beamed at her before murmuring, “So does this mean…?”
Her cheeks pinkened and Ladybug nodded her head. “If you’d like to be.”
“I very much would, yes.”
Giggling happily, she leaned forward, brushing a kiss against his cheek. “Then I’ll see you later, my boyfriend.”
Adrien didn’t even respond, simply smiling at her goofily as Ladybug turned around, launching herself out of his bedroom. She was going to squeal all the way home! Especially when she finally texted Alya. This was the best day ever!
Sherlock simply tells John he loves him one day. Suffering with PTSD, alcoholism, internalized homophobia, trust issues and more, it takes John a bit longer to reply.
