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quillium · 2 years

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Dick’s fingers stutter sometimes.

Jason doesn’t think Dick really notices. The stutter, stutter, stutter of his fingers as they tap against wood, his leg, anything they touch.

Sometimes things slip more easy through Dick’s fingers than they should. If he’s in a bad way, his whole hand shakes.

He’s never seen anyone with a hand tremor that bad. Jason doesn’t comment on it, though. It’s rude. And besides, Dick’s hands never stutter where it matters, so--so maybe it doesn’t matter so bad.

Then Jason comes back from the dead and he’s mad at Bruce and he’s mad at the whole lot of them but some days he can practically hear the Joker laugh as his crowbar cracks against Jason’s fingers and his fingers stutter, too.

Then Jason reconciles, just a little, with Bruce and the others and he’s in the kitchen making hot cocoa for Dick and his fingers stutter, stutter, stutter around the handle of the mug.

It drops with a sharp crack but luckily doesn’t break. A bit of whipped cream falls to the floor but it’s mostly fine.

Jason puts down the other mug and uses both hands to reach down.

“Best wait a bit,” Dick says, watching. “For the tremors to go. Sometimes they stay a bit.”

“I know,” Jason snaps, but listens (because he’s not stupid) and waits, hands shaky by his side.

Dick’s fingers tap against the counter top. Stutter, stutter, stutter.

“Were you born with it?” Jason asks, looking at the floor.

Dick laughs softly. “I was an aerialist, Jaybird. My parents never would’ve let me flown with hands like these. Nobody sane would.”

“Batman does, and he’s the most paranoid freak of the lot.”

“My grapples are special, Jay. You must have noticed.”

Jason did notice. They wrap twice around Dick’s wrists and have a bit for him to slot his fingers in.

“I thought that was just--you and your fancy gadgets.”

“Yeah,” Dick says, a bit wry, “Fancy gadgets to make sure I don’t kill myself.”

Jason chews on his lips and then says, “You’ve had it as long as I knew you, though. It got really bad every time you fought with Bruce.”

Dick’s eyes are cool as an untouched lake. “You know why I came to Blud, Jason?”

“Got in a fight with Bruce, didn’t you? A big one.”

“You know why we fought?”

Jason hesitates, “I... something about Robin?”

“He took Robin away from me,” Dick says flatly.

Jason sucks in a breath. “I didn’t know that.”

“What, you thought Tim started the tradition? None of the Robins willingly passed on the mantle. Bruce wasn’t exactly in the wrong, though--not that I thought so at the time.”

“What happened?”

“Dent hospitalized me.” Dick raises his voice, a high pitched mockery, “Just remember, it wasn’t me, kid. It was the bat. Then he hit me with a baseball bat. 4/10, okay idea but lame execution. Whatever. Got my fingers. I freaked, and you know that however much we freak, Bruce freaks a thousand times worse. He thought I was gonna die, so he fired me. Scared of losing his kid.”

Jason thinks there might be some old bitterness in his chest. What, so you weren’t expendable, but I was? He took Robin from you because he wanted you to live, but immediately gave Robin to me and let me die?

Out loud, Jason says, “Bruce doesn’t like you facing Two-Face.”

“Bruce always has reasons for the things he does. Even if we might think he’s irrational. I’m the oldest, after all--it’s better I face Dent than Tim, Dami, or even you.”

“I’m not a kid, Dick.”

“You’re still my kid brother, aren’t you?” Dick’s fingers stutter, stutter, stutter against Jason’s counter top.

Jason watches Dick’s fingers quietly, and then looks away.

#dc #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #i really do want to make this into a 10k longfic but rn i'm just going with the flow #anyways enjoy <3

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ind1c0lite · 9 months

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did a quick redraw of my first aa drawing! (funnily enough also as a warm up for today JHGKHLJ)

#ace attorney #franziska von karma #indys art #GOD I can't believe it's almost been a year what the hell JGKHLJ;#time goes by too quick Istg #anyways enjoy <3

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dogt3eeth · 9 months

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Finished revillage and I'm in shambles. In my heart Ethan lives and gets to raise his daughter and they get matching coats and and and-

#myart #resident evil #ethan winters #rose winters #resident evil fanart #ethan winters fanart #rose winters fanart #do. do i take re7 and re8???#i wont just in case #so many thoughts about them btw #in my own ethan survives au he uses mobility aids bc his body is fucked up from surviving the blast #also general hc that Rose has hearing aids #because im right #and also mistook the earpiece for a hearing aid LOL #i was gonna draw mia but i got lazy 😭#anyways enjoy <3

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itsjaywalkers · 10 months

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making ghosts, ch 7

#surprise surprise!!#no i didn't know i was gonna be updating today #i just had a little time and decided to go for it #this is one of my fav chapters so far!! so i hope u guys like it too!!#sorry for how long it is tho u all know that i can't shut up lmao #anyways enjoy <3 #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #wolfstar #sirius black #fic: making ghosts

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jaegerisim · 8 months

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#el hopper #el hopper byers #eleven hopper #stranger things #jane hopper #my first gif #can i hear a wahoo #i'll update this as i go #u guys don't wanna know how fucking longs this took me fr #anyways enjoy <3 #my girl <3 #my girl my girl my girl #tuserels

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aofikofi · 2 years

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maid outfit

#grian #grian fanart #aofi art #once again didnt look up a reference for the outfit and that mightve been a mistake whoops #anyways enjoy <3

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cchuu · 2 years

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the clowns & the doggies 🤡 + 🐶

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littlechibs · 1 year

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so i was watching m20 The Darkest Nightmare a while back and

#detco #detective conan #meitantei conan #case closed #amuro tooru #tooru amuro #rei furuya #furuya rei #see it works too bc the og post is from an account named everything foxes #and theyve done merch of rei as a kitsune #so it works #anyways enjoy <3

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impawsiblecat · 4 days

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100 Days of Deathduo

Haunted Mirror AU- Part one!

Tw: spooky scenes and vibes

I didn't have time to write a chapter today because it is my birthday so I have posted one I wrote a while ago! It also is split up into two in case I needed another chapter so ignore the a rupt ish ending <3

There is a mirror in the living room of Clover’s house, one passed down through the generations until it had ended up above her mantel, a decoration way fancier than anything else she owns. The border is silver, twisted into whirling snowflakes and vines, emanating the image of a cold, snowy land. It is beautiful, and Clover uses it to check her reflection as she walks by, although something about it feels… strange. Otherworldly, perhaps, but Clover just chalks it up to her imagination.

Sometimes, Clover could swear frost gathered on the edge of the mirror, but whenever she looks, there is nothing there. She chalks it up to the reflection of the silver border, a figment of her imagination. Other times, she sees someone in the mirror in her peripheral vision, only for it to b a pile of laundry. And yet, Clover is used to the strangeness, used to the aura of mystery surrounding it. Old furniture usually has that effect, right?

When her younger cousins come over to visit, they claim the mirror is haunted, and take turns saying the name Bloody Mary into it, chickening out before saying it three times in a row and running away screaming when they finally do. Nothing happens, of course, and the cousins end up laughing after their shenanigans. And yet, when Clover looks up, she could swear she sees a faint, silver hair figure in the glass. She laughs too, amused that her cousins have infected her brain with the ghost stories.

The mirror isn’t the only thing left from her descendants. Her great great grandmother, or aunt, perhaps, was a writer, famous for a story. Although Clover doubts anyone other than her family knows about her works, Clover still enjoys them, reading yellowed pages of reprinted books. She struggles with some of the language used, but she loves the books nonetheless. Her favorite is the one about a cursed individual, who disappeared out of guilt and was never seen again. The ending is tragic, her favorite kind, and everytime, Clover is left to think of the possibilities of what could have happened now.

Her cousins tease her in their silly, childish ways, wondering why she would choose the one story that ends in despair, but Clover lightly sends them back to their parents in order to reread the book. There is something captivating about it, about the characters and sadness and tragedy depicted.

The mirror watches her as she reads, and she looks up when she feels eyes on her, although she once again doesn’t see anything. The feeling disappears as soon as she stops reading, and continues when she turns back to the book. The room seems a bit chillier than normal, but Clover can’t be bothered to get up and fix it. She ignores the feeling of being watched, and continues to read, getting to the buildup, the climax, and the end. The cliffhanger that will never be resolved, the sad ending that can’t even count for bittersweet.

As she reaches the last line, the mirror falls.

It startles Clover, and she snaps the book shut, staring at the mirror. Her cousins must have played near it again before they left, and Clover takes a few seconds to calm her racing heart before she goes to mount the mirror again.

When she touches the sliver, she pulls her hands back at the sudden cold. It feels like the border is made out of ice, although Clover is not sure how that is possible, and she can only stare at the mirror again. She grabs it again, gritting her teeth at the shocking cold as she mounts the mirror in its rightful place. Clover once again stares at the mirror.

“Hello?” She says, feeling silly as soon as she says the word. She is too old for that type of silly, childish game, and after a couple of seconds, Clover shakes her head and turns back to the book so she can put it away.

“Hello.” A faint voice says, so quiet Clover almost believes it's in her imagination, or perhaps an echo of her own voice. It sounds muffled, like it came from a closed room. She freezes, and then slowly turning around and looking at the mirror. A figure of a person disappears when she focuses on it, turning into a chair, and Clover laughs unbelievably. Those kids must have spooked her more than she thought with their ghost stories.

She turns back around, perhaps a little too quickly, grabbing the book and starting to hurry out of the room, when that same voice speaks again. “Wait.” It is once again quiet. Clover almost continues to leave, but her curiosity gets the better of her and she slowly turns around once again. This time, she focuses her vision on the edges of the mirror, and, as suspected, she sees a silvery figure in the corner of her eye.

Clover bolts out of the room and into her own bedroom, trying to calm her racing heart. Her mirror is haunted. That is probably not a good thing. She opens her phone and looks up craigslist. Does anyone even use craigslist anymore? Clover decides it doesn’t matter, and she quickly fills out information about the mirror. And then she stops, because she can’t get rid of the mirror. It’s an heirloom.

Which means there is only one option. To exorcize the ghost haunting it. Clover opens a new tab, and quickly buys a bottle of water off of Amazon. She reads the Wikihow article “Three Ways to Exorcize your House or Dwelling.” She skims through it, ignoring most of the information, until she gets to one step. Kindly ask the spirit or ghost to leave, avoiding anger or fear. Clover can do that, right? It shouldn’t be that hard to just go up and ask a random person in a mirror to get out, right? Who is she kidding, if the fear of the ghost doesn’t kill her the awkwardness of talking to them will.

#deathduo #deathduo my beloved #rat server <3 #100 days of deathduo #rat server #haunted mirror au!#why do i love stories where someone haunts someone else in some way or for #specifically why do i write stories where spirit Icee just completely messes with Clover.#this is the second story #although technically this one was written first #and then phasmo au was second #anyways enjoy <3

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kindheartedgummybears · 7 months

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Go to bed because its 10 PM? ❌

Make SMG tierlists memes until 1 AM? ✅

ANYWAYS I MADE 3 MORE SMG TIERLISTS IN ORDER:

"Would I be able to take them in a fight"

SMG characters go camping!

and due to a recent interest~

Would SMG characters survive "SAW"(that one is missing some of them tho cuz i had no idea where to put them </3)

please ignore the second-to-last category on the fight one😁😁😁😁

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lilcatdraws · 7 months

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*long exhale* I FINALLY got this done. After weeks of piecing this thing together, here are some J doodles with side notes and headcanons <3

#The woman next to J is my oc Matilda #do you get why I named her that? ;)#she’s one of the few staff at Arkham that actually cares and does their job right #J is like her son #nobody lays a hand on him when she’s working #anyways enjoy <3 #ledger joker #tdkjoker #the dark knight #heath ledger #my art #my oc #dc stuff

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Three times you pushed me away (and the one time I left you)

Previous parts: Forgive me and Closure

The night Wei Ying returned had been cold - so cold that it felt like the wind had nestled into Lan Wangji's bones, replacing his marrow with ice and crawling up his nerve endings. It shouldn't have been so cold, he shouldn't have been feeling anything but the warm embrace of his lover and the heart-melting relief of finding him alive.

But Lan Wangji was cold. And Wei Ying kept his distance.

The moment Wen Chao, his dog and his mistress were finally dead and Wei Ying stepped out into the fresh air, Lan Wangji followed, aching to ask him, to touch him, to love him.

He was two steps away from reaching to hold Wei Ying's hand - something he used to love so much, tightly entwining his fingers with Lan Wangji's - when Wei Ying widened the distance between them with another two steps.

His expression betrayed nothing - an easy smile, self-satisfied, his grey eyes shining a faint red. But his arms were crossed, one of his feet behind him ready to step back if Lan Wangji attempted to come any closer. He was anything but open, warm, loving - the traits that Lan Wangji had so irrevocably fallen in love with.

"Wei Ying."

Lan Wangji had tried so hard not to sound desperate and yearning, had tried not to let his voice betray how hurt and confused he was to be denied any form of attention and affection. But the moment he heard himself, voice so filled with emotion, broken and confused, he knew he had failed.

He knew that Wei Ying could tell he was trying to ask him what happened? where had he gone? why was he so distant?

"Lan Wangji." Came the reply, curt, polite, emotionless. It hit him like a sword to the heart, a sharp, merciless blade into the softest parts of him. He recoiled on instinct.

"Wei Ying..."

"What is it? You keep calling my name but not really saying anything."

I love you, please, look at me, see me, why are you like this?

Words had never been heavier. "I have... waited. I've been worried. For you."

Wei Ying let out a breath, closed his eyes for a moment. The night wind flowed through his long tresses of hair and Lan Wangji's eyes caught onto the red ribbon that held some of it back.

"Wen Chao captured me and threw me into the Burial Mounds. I've spent the last three months trying to get out." He spun Chenqing in his right hand, his fingers long, deft, but slightly bonier than Lan Wangji remembered. "This is the result."

There was a pause. Lan Wangji couldn't tear his eyes from his beloved, taking in all his features. Still so very beautiful, but so visibly hurt.

"I've also had a lot of time to think." He interrupted, a bit harsher, still smiling, still distant. "Going through hell and back gives you a lot of perspective on life and relationships."

Lan Wangji could not hide how scared those words made him. "What are you trying to say?"

"I think you know. I know you know."

Lan Wangji reached forward, heart beating wildly in his chest, in his ears. "Wei Ying-"

He stepped away again, barely out of reach. "It's better this way, for both of us. Don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"Wei Ying, why-"

"Do you really want to make me hurt you?" Wei Ying cut in again, the smile wiped off his face by an angry expression. "There is no time or place for us to be anything but allies in the war against the Wens. And even if there was no war, whatever we had isn't something I want anymore."

"Whatever we had?" Lan Wangji couldn't help repeating the phrase, incredulous, hurt, angry. "You aren't making any sense, Wei Ying. You said we would have a future together, I thought we-"

Wei Ying's expression darkened, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Don't." And he brushed past, attempting to enter the supervisory office in a flurry of robes and resentful energy.

But Lan Wangji caught his wrist in passing. Wei Ying pulled away instantly, as if the other's touch burned. It was impossible for Lan Wangji to hide his hurt.

"Why won't you... why won't you let me near you?"

"I have no reason to."

Lan Wangji had never felt so cold in his life.

II.

"Something is troubling you, Wangji." Lan Xichen said, offering his brother a cup of tea as they sat on each side of the modest table in their tent. They had just finished a military meeting for an upcoming battle in the Sunshot Campaign, drafting up plans and objectives, strategizing to defeat Wen Ruohan.

Representatives from all the major sects had participated, including those of Yunmeng Jiang. Namely, Wei Ying had been there, and the mere sight of him had Lan Wangji distracted, quieter than usual, wounded.

"Does it have to do with you-"

"Wei Ying and I are no longer... together." Hearing himself say those words felt nauseating. All Lan Wangji wanted was to never have to say them again, and for them to never be true.

Surprise passed Lan Xichen's features, followed by sympathy. "I am sorry to hear that, Wangji. Wei-gongzi seems to be going through... many changes. Perhaps he will reconsider-"

"He will not. Wei Ying no longer-"

A familiar voice interrupted the conversation. "Sect Leader Lan, Jiang Ch- Sect Leader Jiang sent me with the documents you requested. May I come in?"

Lan Wangji paled, his expression cloudier and sadder than before at the sound of his former lover's voice.

Lan Xichen sighed. "Yes, you may come in, Wei-gongzi."

He bowed shortly and handed the sealed paperwork, never sparing a glance Lan Wangji's way. Just as he was about to leave, a Nie disciple hurriedly asked for Lan Xichen on behalf of Nie Mingjue for an important matter, nearly dragging the Lan sect leader out of his tent with urgency.

"Please wait here for a moment, Wei-gongzi, I will return shortly."

And so Wei Ying and Lan Zhan were left alone in the large tent, neither willing to make eye contact or start a conversation for quite a few minutes, tension too thick for anything.

Lan Zhan sighed, deep and pained, before speaking in a level, polite voice.

"Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you. I just took a hold of some wine and I'll have that later." A little smile. "I don't suppose you'll want some?"

"Drinking is forbidden-"

"-in the Cloud Recesses. But we are not there right now, are we?"

Lan Zhan looked away, overcome with bittersweet nostalgia. The memory of them chasing one another on the rooftops of the Cloud Recesses played in his mind - Wei Ying's mischievous smile, the way Lan Zhan's heart skipped a beat, their shared first kiss under the moonlight...

In his peripheral vision, Lan Zhan could see Wei Ying reminiscing too, his eyes soft - and he let his gaze lock with his, wordlessly sharing in the memory together.

Then the softness in Wei Ying's eyes was gone and Lan Zhan swallowed back his tears.

"Wei Ying... why?"

His fingers clenched into a fist and he turned away. "I've already told you why."

"If...If you don't wish to be with me any longer..." a breath, stuttered, "...then at least allow me to be your friend."

Wei Ying huffed, glancing over his shoulder with an unreadable glint in his eyes. "You know that could never happen. We could never go back to being just friends."

"Then-"

"No."

Lan Wangji shrank back, defeated. Wei Ying sighed, turned back to face his ex, tired and almost bored. "It won't do you any good to hang onto the past like this. Just let go. Let me go. I'm not coming back."

Lan Wangji feels himself grip his sword, attempting to grip his emotions. "Was it all... a lie then?"

Wei Ying's eyes widened for a moment, a tiny expression of vulnerability in his otherwise unaffected demeanor. It was gone before Lan Zhan could look through the cracks, behind the mask.

"It wasn't. I didn't... use you or take advantage of you. I did genuinely have feelings for you back then. I just... moved on."

Lan Wangji didn't know whether he felt angry or despaired. "Was it - was it that easy?"

"My life hasn't been easy for a long time." Wei Ying responded, frowning, not blind to the implied accusation. "Nothing has ever come easy for me."

"I could have helped you. I could still help you, just come with-"

"I don't need anyone to help me!" Wei Ying burst. "I am doing very fucking well on my own!"

"You're hurting yourself!" Lan Zhan responded, just as angry, just as frustrated. "You're angry, you're unpredictable, your health is declining! And you won't let anyone-"

Wei Ying slammed a hand into the table, eyes red. "I don't fucking need anyone to worry about me! And I especially don't fucking need you!"

He stormed out of the tent just as Lan Xichen walked back in.

Lan Wangji left just as hurriedly, in the opposite direction.

III.

Victory had not come easy that day. Although the flag of the Sunshot Campaign pridefully waved in the wind, the decimated cultivators under its emblem carried nothing but injuries and irrecuperable losses.

In the straggling crowd, Lan Zhan noticed Wei Ying clutching his shoulder, the black of his robe wet with blood. An enemy had attempted to severe one of his arms and render him unable to play his flute and rouse corpses. He had failed, of course, but his sword had left a deep gash on Wei Ying - and he seemed to have a hard time healing himself.

With his cultivation base and the strength of his core, that should have never been a problem. But Lan Zhan figured maybe Wei Ying was too drained from using his new path to mind his injuries.

After a shorr debriefing on the battle, cultivatirs scattered towards their sect's camps, hungry, injured.

Many people knew of Lan Wangji and Wei Ying's relationship, very few knew of their breakup - so nobody said anything when Lan Wangji entered the Jiang camp and let himself inside Wei Ying's tent.

"You shouldn't be here, Lan Zhan." He said, hastily throwing his robe on the moment he sensed somebody else entering. He had not been quick enough for Lan Zhan not to see the many scars and bruises on his body, or the healing marks of a powerful whip.

"You are hurt." He replied, setting a little medicine box on a nearby table and elegantly rolling up his sleeves.

Wei Ying stood up and tightened his inner robe around his body. "I can handle it."

"Do not be unreasonable. You cannot reach that far. Infection can be fatal."

"I'll just tell a nurse to help if I can't do it myself."

"I'm already here. Undress and turn around."

"No."

"Wei Ying."

"Leave."

"No."

They stared at one another, determined, neither backing down.

"Why won't you leave?" Wei Ying spoke, irritated. "We're not together anymore, so-"

"You said we would be allies. I am helping you as a fellow cultivator."

Wei Ying opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. Lan Zhan took the opportunity to finally get close to Wei Ying, to maybe even-

"Don't- don't touch me." His voice was alarmed, scared almost, the moment Lan Zhan reached to slide his robe down his injured shoulder.

"Wei Ying. I've seen all of you before, there is nothing-"

He nearly ran to the other side of the tent, wisps of resentment guarding him.

"And I don't want you to see me or touch me again!"

Lan Zhan's heart squeezed into his chest, so painful, so shocked and confused. Wei Ying used to be so physically affectionate, so clingy, so... different. Now, Wei Ying was running away from him, acting like Lan Zhan was going to harm him if he came close enough.

"Wei Ying!"

"Leave! I don't want you here! I don't want you around me! Not now, not ever! Why don't you get it?!"

"Because I love you!" Lan Zhan burst at last, tears gathering into his eyes. "I love you and you couldn't care less!"

"And I'm done loving you!" Wei Ying shouted, the resentment around him swirling with his distress. "I don't need you to care for me or protect me or touch me or whatever me! I'm done, I've moved on! Do the same!"

"I can't! It cannot be anyone but you! It's only ever been you! How can you expect me to give you up-"

"Why do you have to always make me feel trapped?! I won't let you lock me away like your mother was!"

A long pause followed. Lan Zhan couldn't believe his ears and the hatred that Wei Ying had spoken those words with. Such a hard thing to talk about, such a breach of trust to throw it out in the open like an insult.

"I never meant to make you feel like that." Lan Zhan began, a lot calmer, masking his hurt behind icyness. "All I ever wanted was to love you. I'm sorry I couldn't live up to that."

He left before the mask came apart and the tears started falling.

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IV.

It was strange, to know he was dying. The pain of it was blinding, overwhelming, but somehow Wei Ying could still think, could still divorce himself from the harrowing feeling of being torn apart. Dissociation had been one of the few skills the Burial Mounda taught him.

It was strange to know he was dying a liar. He didn't regret it, no, he had to make sure Lan Zhan was safe, away from the scrutiny and the opprobrium of the cultivation world. Away from Wei Ying. Acting like he'd fallen out of love, cruel and disinterested, was the best way he could think to do it.

Lan Zhan would surely find someone else to love and to love him in return. Such a beautiful, refined man would definitely catch the eye of equally as desirable and compatible people. He would fall in love and marry that person, maybe even have children or adopt some. He would be happy and he would forget about Wei Ying.

Somehow, the thought of Lan Zhan forgetting him hurt more than death.

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"Did you ever believe me, back then? When I said I was done, and all that stuff." Wei Ying asked as they strolled along the beach that bordered the town they last night hunted in.

"I did not want to believe, but I did not want to be in your way either." Lan Zhan responded, fingers tightening in Wei Ying's hold.

"At Nightless City, why did you still protect me?"

"Even if Wei Ying said he hated me, I could never return the feeling. I would always love Wei Ying and protect him."

The sun slowly slid down the horizon. Wei Ying watched, quiet for a while, eyes sad.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't want to drag you down with me and I thought it would be easier for you to move on if I was despicable."

Lan Zhan stopped walking and pulled Wei Ying into a tight hug. "It is the past. No need to say sorry."

A small laugh. "You're right. I just felt bad remembering it, knowing I never apologized... I hope you know I was just acting. I never stopped loving you."

Lan Zhan kissed his forehead with a rare smile. "Wei Ying can be a very convincing actor."

"I promise I'll only ever use my talents for good from now on. For example, I can work on my helpless virgin maiden impression-"

A sweet kiss shut him up before he could notice Lan Zhan's ears burning.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #i wanted to end it sad but. wangxian had a different plan i guess #anyways enjoy <3

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