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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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From the ground up

Alright y’all, a little switch up from the normally scheduled 10 things programming. But this is 8 pages of fluff that was requested based on the Dan + Shay song From the Ground Up.

This is also very inspired by my grandparents who knew each other for 85 years, were married for 66, had 4 children, 13 grandchildren, and currently 10 great grandchildren, so here’s also their story, but it fits with the song, so why not?

Hope you like it! ______________________

Five Years Old

The snow was falling, all the neighborhood boys were gathering in his front yard to start playing. You two had always been friends, meeting when you were three years old and in the same preschool class. You watched from your bedroom window as the boys started throwing snowballs at each other, something you loved doing with your younger brother. You put on all the winter clothing you can find, running downstairs to beg your mom to go across the street to the Jost’s house to play with the boys.

“Have fun sweetie!” your mom calls once you finally wear her down and convince her that you’ll come in as soon as she calls you in for dinner.

Running as fast as your legs can carry you, more and more children aggregating in their yard, it was an all out war between the guys and girls, snowballs flying. The girls were getting pelted, you coming in and throwing snowballs left and right at any boy who stood in your way. One by one, they surrender, until you were the last one standing. You were the almighty five year old, the winner of the snowball fight.

Someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around to see who it is only to be met with a snowball to the face. The boys around you were laughing as Tyson stood in front of you with a smirk. You wipe the snow off, staring at him for a minute while the girls stayed silent behind you. The snow was still following, a crown of water droplets forming on around his face as the melted snow clinged to his hair. It wasn’t a crush yet, because you didn’t know what that was. But it was something.

The next thing you know, you’ve tackled him down in the snow, grabbing some off the ground and shoving it back in his face. The kids gather around the two of you, watching Tyson struggle to push you off of him, not succeeding until you hear your mom calling your name from across the street.

“Bye, Tyson!” you jump up, running back inside, leaving all the rest of the kids standing there, looking at Tyson’s wet hair, cold red face, and snow covered back while he watched you run and disappear behind your front door.

Seventeen Years Old

“What do you mean that’s when you knew?” you ask him, his laugh coming through the other end of the phone.

“Any girl who wasn’t afraid of beating up a guy who was bigger than her and actually does it well is the girl for me,” he says, referencing the snowball fight all those years ago. “You didn’t care what other guys thought of you: you got hit unfairly and I paid the consequence.”

“Well, yeah, you think I was going to let you get away with that? Also, we were the same size, you were pretty small then” you tease him. “It’s so corny that you fell in love with me when we were five years old.”

“What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic when it comes to you,” he says, “There’s no one who I would want to be with other than you. The distance thing doesn’t even seem like it’s going to be bad knowing that you’re the one I’m doing it with.”

You feel your insides flutter at his words, wishing that he was there with you now. You two had been together for as long as your moms let you date, spending every moment together that you could. He was your best friend first, your boyfriend second, your forever third. “How are you feeling about going to North Dakota in a few months?” you ask him.

He lets out a long, slightly shaky sigh, “Excited? Nervous?” he tells you, his voice going up at the end of each, “Terrified.”

“It’s a new experience, that’s natural,” you try to reassure him. “You’ve never really done this sort of thing before.”

“Aren’t you nervous about going all the way to Massachusetts?”

Part of you was, part of you wasn’t. You were scared to be away from Tyson, but part of you knew that you would always find your way back to each other, even with the distance between Chestnut Hill and Grand Forks. “About being that far away from home? No, not really.”

“What about being that far away from me?” you hear him squeak out on the other end, barely loud enough for you to really hear the pain that was in his voice.

“I’m not nervous,” you whisper, wishing you could be there with him to physically comfort him, “We’re going to be just fine.”

“How do you know?”

You take a deep breath, knowing that he was going to cry a little if he weren’t already. “We have been best friends since I beat you up that day. No matter what, you’re going to be my best friend. No matter what, I’m going to love you. I don’t care if you’re at UND and I’m at BC. You could go to Sweden and I could end up in New Zealand and I will still always love you.”

You hear him laugh a little, a sniffle followed immediately after. You didn’t need to see his face to know that his nose was red, the goofy grin of his trying to hide the fear that would surely be covering his face.

“Hey, meet me by the gazebo in thirty minutes, ok?” he finally says after what felt like forever sitting there in silence.

“Sure,” you tell him, your phone beeping as a signal that he had hung up. You had no idea what he had planned, but you did as you were told, grabbing your jacket and making your way to meet Tyson. You get there to find him pacing back and forth under the moonlight that was shining down on him. “Hey, babe,” you say, him pulling you in tight for a kiss.

Even though it was summer, the night time brought a cool breeze that sent a shiver through your body even with the jacket on. Tyson takes off his jacket, his favorite one with his name on his back, handing it to you, a smile on his face as he watched you pull it over your head. “So, what are we doing here?”

“This is going to sound crazy,” he starts, knowing that would concern you a little, “but hear me out first. You’re confident that we’ll stay together even being in North Dakota and Massachusetts, but I want to put in stone. Or, I guess, wood,” he says, gesturing to the gazebo.

“What are you talking about?”

“People carve their initials in the wood here all the time. Why don’t we do that, too?”

You smile at him, bending down next to him to watch him carve TJ + YFI/YLI enclosed in a crude heart, next to others that had looked like they had been there for years. “I wonder who all these people are?” you ask, carefully tracing your finger over one that said MR+MD. “I wonder if they’re all still together.”

“Don’t matter,” Tyson shrugs, looking at the way the moonlight dances off your skin, “We’re still together, and I have a feeling we’re going to last.”

Eighteen Years Old

Tyson had no idea you would be there. The College Hockey Showdown was that weekend at Madison Square Garden, the Boston College Eagles playing against the North Dakota Fighting Eagles. One of your roommates was from a small town in southern Connecticut, half an hour outside of the city, so you convinced her to go with you and spend the weekend down there instead of driving the four hours back to Chestnut Hill after the game.

“So, which one is he?” Julie asks as the guys skated onto the ice.

You were in the only section that led you to be surrounded by a sea of maroon and gold, feeling weirdly out of place not wearing team colors but the jacket Tyson gave you that night at the gazebo, which you ended up stealing from him, instead. “Number 17, the curly-haired one,” you point to him as he talks with one of his teammates, his helmet off, making it much easier to see his face.

Tyson had been telling you how nervous the team was about this game: Brock was injured, Trevor was two days shy of a 730 day scoring drought, and the team hadn’t beaten Boston College in 11 years. Not to mention, UND and BC were the two winningest college programs since the 06-07 season, UND having a slight edge over BC, putting that much more pressure on the guys to win this game to help make the gap a little wider. Tyson only rambled off stats about the other team when he was worried about a game against them. It was the first time you would ever be rooting against the college team you had come to love, and only because it involved the boy you love.

“Does he know you’re here?” she asks you, trying to figure out why he wasn’t looking up in the stands for you. When you shake your head no, she picks you up out of your seat, annoying the other Boston College fans while the ones behind you got a good look at the four letters scrawled across your back. “Tyson!” she starts screaming, shaking you in hopes that you would join in with her.

You roll your eyes, knowing that he would be able to hear his name being called once you joined in. You were waiting to see the look on his face when he finally realized you were at the game, so you scream along with her. He hears his name, confused as to where it’s coming from. He looks around the arena, taking what felt like forever to find you. His jaw drops when he sees you, a smile on his face as he frantically waves back at you. He nudges his teammate next to him, pointing up to you. You couldn’t tell what he was saying, but from the joy that covered his face he was excited that you would get to see him play.

The first period goes by, no scoring, not much of anything. The second period was starting, and the blank score on both sides was making you nervous. One of Tyson’s teammates passed him the puck, Tyson taking the opportunity to shoot and scoring his sixth goal of the year. The Garden went crazy, you and Julie the only two in the small section of Boston College fans joining most of the crowd, Tyson pointing right up to you when he skated to the bench. UND went on the power play, his teammate passing him the puck again. At the dot, he fired it past the BC goalie, putting his team up 2-0.

You were overjoyed by Tyson’s game, getting to see him be named first star of the game that UND won 4-3. You manage to sneak your way down to where the boys are, Tyson somehow convincing someone who worked there to let you in once you gave them your name. You saw Tyson giving an interview, the guys passing by him and patting him on the shoulders while he talked. You didn’t hear what they asked him, but you could help but admire him. “That’s part of hockey. There’s going to be momentum swings. We really had to bounce back, but that just shows our character in our team. We’re all warriors in there and I think we proved it tonight.”

The reporter leaves, Tyson turning towards him. He was sweaty, disgusting, smelly, and all of that combined wasn’t enough to stop you from running into his arms as he picked you up in his arms and kissed you for the first time since the day you left. “I can’t believe you’re here!” he practically screams when he puts you down, kissing you again.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you tell him as he goes on about how excited he was that you were there.

“I think you’re a good luck charm,” he says, leading you out of the way from some of the other guys walking around the hallway and plopping you down on the floor. “Hey, I’ve been thinking,” he starts, his voice shaking.

You knew he was nervous by the sound of his voice. You gently squeeze his hand, the smile on his face growing bigger, “Yeah?”

“When you graduate, wherever I’m playing, or even if I’m not, I wanna be living with you.”

“Are you asking me to move in with you after graduation?” you ask him, his sweaty curls moving with his head. “You think we’ll still be together in three and a half years?”

He swallows, looking down at your hands intertwined, sitting on his thigh, “I can’t imagine my life any other way. It’s written on the ground of the gazebo.”

Twenty Two Years Old

You and Tyson were going home for the wedding of one of your cousins. You had been living together for a year now in Colorado, Tyson enjoying his fourth season in the league.

“Hey, can we make a quick pit stop before we head to the reception?” Tyson asks you when you get into the car. Your cousins, Lisa and Brendan get in the back seat, Tyson being deemed the designated driver for the night. You swear you see them smile at each other before looking back at the two of you.

“Yeah, sure, is that alright with you guys?” you ask them, making eye contact through the rearview mirror. They both nod, the four of you talking about the ceremony the entire way to wherever Tyson was taking you. His hands were shaking like he was nervous.

You pull into the park that was down the street from where you grew up. “Come on,” he says, rushing around the car to open the door for you and drag you through the grounds. Lisa and Brendan follow, keeping their distance as Tyson sprinted towards the gazebo.

“We haven’t been here since that night before we left for college,” you observe, looking out over the water that surrounded part of the structure. “Do you think our initials are still here?” you ask him, turning around to find him already on the ground.

“Yeah, right here,” he says, tracing his finger over your initials. He reaches up to pull you down next to him. “Did I ever tell you that my mom's best friend carved hers and her boyfriend's initials here, too?”

“No, do you know which one’s they are?”

He points to the ones by your knees, the same ones you had admired the night Tyson carved you there, MR and MD. “Matthias and Marianne. They’re probably the happiest couple I’ve ever seen.”

You stand back up, not wanting so much of your dress to be on the ground. You look for Lisa and Brendan, who are nowhere in sight. “Hey, where did-” you start, only to be cut off but what you saw in front of you.

Tyson shifted himself to one knee, a small box in his hands with the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. “I know it’s kind of shitty to be doing this the day of someone else's wedding, but this is the only time I knew we would be here where we first promised to be with each other forever,” he says. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, suddenly thankful that you had brought makeup with you in your bag for touch ups. “You told me that night that no matter where in the world we were, we would always be together. I want to be together forever. I want to grow old with you, have a family with you, be the father to your children that I never got and be the man your dad always wanted you to end up with. I want to hold you close, protect you, love you. I want to be your husband. Y/N, will you marry me?” he asks, the tears falling down your face.

You shake your head yes, unable to let out more than a happy sob as he slips the ring on your finger, finally hearing Lisa and Brendan screaming as you take Tysons face in your hands and kiss him.

Twenty Four Years Old

You stood in the pink room, trying to rock your little girl to sleep. Tyson should be home at any minute from the road trip, but Viviana had been fussy the entire day. All you wanted was for her to go to sleep so you could go to sleep.

“I’m home,” you hear Tyson call from the doorway of your house, praying that he doesn’t come in yelling while you cradle your ten-month-old daughter in your arms. He appears in the doorway to her room, dropping his bag and tip-toeing up to you. He rubs your arms, kissing you on the cheek before pulling you close to him. He rests his chin on your shoulder, looking down at Viviana. “Can you believe how big she’s gotten?” he whispers to you as she finally nods off to sleep.

You lay her down in her crib, Tyson standing back and admiring how gentle you were with her. He hugs you from behind again, the two of you taking a moment to just look at your daughter. You lead him out of the room, closing her door carefully. “She is so beautiful,” you gush about your daughter even though she was the reason you were perpetually exhuasted.

Tyson hugs you, finally getting the chance to kiss you hello. “She takes after you. The room, though, is very pink.” You can’t help but laugh at the same observation he makes whenever he goes into her room. As soon as you found out you were having a girl, Tyson went overboard, buying every dress he could, little bows, cute socks, anything that looked like it was made for a girl, regardless of color or if it actually conformed to the gender construct, he bought, or convinced his teammates to buy for him so you couldn’t get mad at him for coming home with yet another Avalanche related baby item.

“I was nine months pregnant when you painted that, you know it’s your fault.” The two of you go to your own bedroom, you ready to crawl in bed even though it was the middle of the afternoon. “If she wakes up, can you take care of her?” you ask him, climbing under the sheets.

“Yeah, but before you go to sleep, I think we need to talk.” You look at him, knowing that sentence typically comes with bad news, but Tyson’s face said otherwise. “I know Viviana isn’t even a year old yet, and I know we said we would wait until she was, but I think I’m ready to try for another kid now,” he says, “Only if you are, too, of course.”

You look away from him, a picture of you and him looking down at Viviana right after she was born sitting in the frame on your bedside table. You knew Tyson wanted a big family, you wanted one with him. It was an easy decision: “Can we wait until after I get some sleep?”

The smile on his face grows, excited that you were going to be trying for a bigger family. He plants a soft, sweet kiss on your head as you gently fall to sleep.

Thirty Four Years Old

“Viviana Abigale, come down here!” you call to the birthday girl as your friends and family started showing up at your house. “Tyson, I think Cale and Gabe are here,” you say to your husband, hearing voices of his teammates carrying through your house indicating that Tyson had left the front door open for anyone to just walk in.

You hear your kids running through the house, three sets of feet pounding against the floor as everyone started to show up with gifts and more food.

It was Vivi’s tenth birthday, and Tyson insisted that you have a party to celebrate your oldest child turning double-digits. Part of you thought he just wanted to show off the house now that it was finally put back together after you had it redone, but he did more of the work in preparing. You were worried that would mean having a similar party with Alexander turned ten in two years, or when Jimmy did in four. Anything to have a party to celebrate your family, Tyson was the first to suggest you make it happen.

Soon, your house and yard were filled with everyone you loved, laughing, eating, the kids playing. You watched as Alexander chased Jimmy with one of the hockey sticks Tyson’s mom had kept from when he was little. Tyson must have seen the anxious look on your face, “Don’t worry, he won’t do anything. Alexander is harmless.” You both laugh as he hands you a glass of wine, you swirling around in the glass instead of taking a sip.

“Want to go inside?” you ask him, taking his hand. You set the class down on the counter, Tyson showing a look of confusion by the untouched glass. You lead him to the wall underneath the stairs, looking at all the pictures that were there. The latest school pictures of your three children, a picture of you and Tyson on your wedding day, a picture of the two of you that your mom took when you went to the school dance together when you were in your first year of high school. “God, do you remember that night?”

“I only remember what I was wearing because of that picture and that I wanted to dance only with you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you.

“You were fourteen, there’s no way that’s what you were thinking of,” you tease him. “You danced with me once that night and spent the rest of the night leaning against the wall with the rest of the boys.”

“I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you!” he argues back, his face turning red with the embarrassment he didn’t want.

You laugh, giving him a quick kiss, “I beat you up when we were five. Nothing you could do in front of me could be more embarrassing than that.”

The two of you stand there for a little while longer, staring at the pictures that were on the wall of your family. “Hey, Tys?”

“Yeah?”

“When we first got married, how many kids did you think we would have?”

He stops and thinks, knowing that he never explicitly told you, letting you decide how many you ultimately had. “I always wanted four.”

“Are you mad that we only have three?”

He looks at you. “Mad? Of course not.” How could he be mad that you gave him the three most beautiful children he could have asked for. They looked more like you than they did like him, but they definitely had his childish antics down to a t.

“Would you be mad if we had a fourth?”

“Again, of course not,” he says, confused by what you were trying to say. You smile at him, it finally clicking. “You’re-?” he starts, unable to figure out how to express his joy with words. You nod, him pulling you in for a tight hug. “Holy shit!” he screams, “Holy shit, are you serious?”

“There are children, Tys!” you say, laughing as you cover his mouth.

“We’re having another kid,” he says, his eyes lighting up.

“We’re having another kid.”

Fifty One Years Old

“Lucas!” you call to your youngest son, knowing he was the only other person in the house with you. You were trying to make dinner, one of Tyson’s favorite meals for his birthday.

“Yeah, Mom?” your sixteen year old says, not looking up from his phone as he walks into the kitchen.

Your hands were covered with raw meat, mixing everything up to prepare the stuffed burgers. “Can you run to the store and get me another onion?”

Lucas groans, in a typical teenage fashion. “Dad is already at the store getting you basil, can’t you just call him to get it?”

“No, because this is his phone,” you tell him, hitting the screen with your elbow so it doesn’t lock on you since that’s where the recipe is. “And it was parsley. The keys are by the door, there’s cash in my wallet, and yes I expect the receipt and know how much I had to start with,” you say to him.

He rolls his eyes at you, leaving for the store anyway. Lucas drives to the store, muttering to himself that you would send him out when Dad was already there. He laughs as he pulls in next to Dad’s car, knowing that he was bound to run into him while he was there. He wanders through the store, not looking for the onion in the slightest in hopes to find his father and tell him to get it so he can get home and go back to the game he was on with his friends.

Lucas finds Tyson in the spice aisle, standing there with two small bottles in his hands, one parsley, one basil. “She wanted parsley,” he says, startling his dad.

“I couldn’t remember what she said, so thank god you came,” he says, putting the basil back. “What did she send you to get?”

“An onion.” The two of them walk through the store, back to the produce that Lucas had already passed in hopes of getting out of there faster. “Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah, bud?” he asks, examining the pile of onions as he tried to figure out which one would be the one his wife would pick.

“Mom has already sent you here four times this week, and now me twice. Why do you put up with it?” he asks, clearly annoyed.

Tyson laughs, picking up one of the onions and heading to check out. “I would do anything for her, no matter how ridiculous or how many times she asks me to do it.” He looks at his youngest son, the only one who looked more like him than you, “One day, hopefully, you’re going to find someone who you love more than anything on this Earth, and you would do anything in the world to make sure that they stay happy. This is part of what keeps your mother happy, so how could I not do it?”

Eighty Eight Years Old

You look around from the head table, Tyson’s hand in yours as your entire family has overtaken the restaurant. Viviana and her husband had picked you up at your house, telling you that she was taking out to her home for an anniversary dinner. You were instead taken to your favorite restaurant, greeted but your children, your grandchildren, your brother and his family, Kacey and her family, everyone you cared about.

You sit there, listening to your children and some of your grandchildren talk about what it means to be in love. “Dad would drop everything if Mom asked him to do something. There was nothing too ridiculous that she could ask of him.”

“Growing up, it was the stolen looks, Dad looking at Mom with love filling his eyes and her not noticing, or Mom doing the same to Dad, neither of them ever looking at the same time.”

“Look around at everyone here: love between two people creates love between more. We wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you.”

Sixty five years.

Four children.

Thirteen grandchildren.

Currently five great grandchildren, two more on the way in a few months.

The perfect life, the perfect husband.

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gallivantingheart · 3 years

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the proposal pt.2

who?: jeonghan x (f)reader

word count: 1077

genre/s: fluff and a bit of fun

warnings: one - maybe two - swear words

synopsis: jeonghan has never been confused on how you feel about marriage - now it’s just a matter of how to do it.

a/n: just a fun diddy bc i love this sleepy man - no, not based off that movie with sandra bullock. also! part two!

You look out to the living room from the little backyard, where the music has suddenly been turned down. It’s not even nightfall yet - had someone already made a noise complaint? What a buzzkill. Turning back to face Jeonghan, you find him smiling right at you and your question dries up on your lips. It’s bright and rare, something that most don’t see often. You return the expression with creased brows. Everyone has gone a little quiet, adding to the confusion.

“‘Hannie...what’s going on? What am I missing?” you murmur, leaning close.

He laughs, grabbing your hand to swing it gently between you. In the corner of your eye you can see Jun brimming with energy and his partner whispering to calm down. He’s so excited and you can feel the tension rise. Mingyu has his camera out and it panics you a little. Jeonghan twists a little to fish something out of his jacket pocket.

“You know how I hassled you for a party for your new client?” You nodded. “Well, I kind of lied. That’s not what this party is for.”

Your eyes find his free hand and you shakily gasp at the sight. A little navy blue box only seen in jewellers. Jeonghan giggles a little as he shifts to kneel on one knee. You suddenly feel too underdressed for the moment, your long floral summer dress something better for a beach day than a damn proposal. You’re glad it’s a small audience though - well, as small as it can be for Seventeen and your lot of friends. His glittering eyes haven’t left you and despite the moment of quiet, you’re filled with good nerves.

“I know you’re not one for a big fuss, so I’ll try to keep this short, huh?” Jeonghan chuckles nervously for you. “I love you. So much. I wish I could write songs better because then I might be able to make how I feel make more sense. How your best days are mine. And you can ease my mind so simply. No matter how much you might confuse me and I might annoy you, we’ve been there for each other for a lot. And I want to be there for each other for the rest of our lives. Get a cat - or two or three, maybe even a dog - have kids with my smile that you like so much but your eyes and your laugh because that’s what told me I was in love with you. I want my future to be love with you - with us. So darling, will you marry me?”

By now you’re sobbing, the hand not laced with his wiping away sniffling streams of tears. But you’re smiling and so is he. Your glassy gaze pulls away from the simple ring as you hiccup a laugh.

“I-I-I, fuck.” Everyone laughs as you curse to get yourself together. “Yes. Y-Yes I’ll marry you, Jeonghan. Of c-course. But why’d you have to make me cry?”

He giggles again as he finally lets your hand go for the first time to slip the ring on your finger, pushing just to make sure it’s snug. There’s cheering but you ignore it in favour of stooping down to press a soft, maybe a little wet, kiss to his lips. He pulls back to stand, dotting a kiss to the knuckles by your ring before dabbing your cheeks dry.

“I’m sorry I made you cry, I didn’t mean to.” He only half-lies, mock pouting at your teary expression. “But, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You move your arms around his shoulders to lace your fingers through his hair, which he insisted needed a cut to kiss him again, longer than the others. Your sigh is still a little wobbly against his mouth but he doesn’t make a note of it, too engrossed in you. He glows happily, the setting sun amplifying it and the two of you don’t realise till much later that it became one of the moments that Minghao chose to photograph from that evening. (He puts it together for you two later in a little Instagram post that makes you cry, again.)

Chaewon as well as your gaggle of friends swarm you, gushing over the engagement ring as if they’d never seen one before and the members congratulate Jeonghan on a job well done for the party.

He doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the party though, which you don’t mind at all. That night, curled up in your bed, the two of you admire it as it glimmers in the sliver of moonlight peeping through your bedroom curtains. Somehow the weight feels right - like you had been waiting for it. His eyes are drowsier than usual but warm as he turns his head to press a kiss wherever it can land.

“I love you.” he says again.

You hum. “Love you too. I’m so afraid I’m gonna lose it though. I’m going to have to get it on a chain or something.”

Jeonghan makes a gravelly noise of surprise, sitting up as suddenly as he can to dash out of the room. You sit up too, twisting to turn a lamp on, confused again - it wasn’t like you to be so unclear on things. When he pads back in, his striped pants dragging the floor, he holds the ring box again. Your fiancé flops back under the covers and opens the box, pulling the ring cushion out. Underneath is a snaking string of metal with clasps.

He smirks proudly. “I knew you were going to say that, so I thought ahead and brought one of those too so we wouldn’t have to later. Here, pass the ring.”

You chuckle, wriggling the white gold band off. The blonde strings it on, holding it up for you to inspect. It’s not too short that it’s uncomfortable, instead long enough to slip underneath a collar of a loose blouse or shirt.

“I’m impressed, Hannie. Thinking ahead. But, I should have expected nothing less, huh?”

“Yeah. Turn?”

You do so and feel the cool metal rest against your skin and the end of the chain drop to the base of your neck. Lying down again and turning your light off, you exhale to yawn.

“Ah, okay darling. Big day.” You hear him say in your hair. “Good night, soon-to-be Mrs Yoon.”

“Huh, ‘night soon-to-be Mr. L/N.”

“Hey!”

“We’ll discuss this tomorrow. You’ll see.”

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wesleyrees · 2 years

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✰♔ WESLEY REES.

hello! i’m ari, and here is the cause of all my headaches wesley rees! i’m fine plotting on either tumblr or discord, (though i’d prefer discord—@imperator invictus#9563).

THE BASICS.

full name: wesley john rees.

deity: narcissus.

nickname: wes, rees, wessie (reserved for alex and alex only).

gender & pronouns: cismale & he/him.

sexuality: bisexual.

age, birthday, and zodiac: twenty-four, 8/11/1997, scorpio.

occupation: self-employed freelance model.

social media: @wesleyrees.

song: any basic fuckboy anthem you’d hear at a frat party.

place of birth: sydney, australia.

accent: australian (bc australian accents r sexy).

residence currently: atlantis apartments, no roommates.

pets: one blue beta fish named salad.

education: high school diploma (barely).

tattoos: a mirror on his right forearm, salad the beta fish on his left wrist.

height: five foot eleven inches.

POWERS.

currently in possession of: the ability to be an absolute dick to most people he meets. kidding. well...not really. he really just has a super inflated ego and sense of self-worth and it makes him insufferable. i’m so sorry in advance.

will one day acquire: the ability to sense others insecurities related to their vanity, drawing strength/vitality from seeing his own reflection, the ability to maintain his attractiveness by bathing in fresh water or using narcissus oil.

A SUPER SHORT INTRO BECAUSE I HATE WRITING INTROS.

wealth. power. glory. wesley had known it all since the moment he was born. in his family’s penthouse, wesley was never supposed to worry about a damn thing besides looking pretty. with both his parents being famous lawyers, the rees family was always under the watchful eye of the public. but if people only knew what went on behind closed penthouse doors.

destined for their son to follow in their footsteps, the rees’ were extremely hard on their son. he was never really allowed to be a kid, he was always being shipped off to the fanciest of boarding schools known for their harsh discipline—only being allowed to return home for the winter holidays and the summer months.

he always had a lot of energy and preferred going out and partying over staying inside and getting good grades. if it weren’t for his parents continued large donations to his boarding school, he likely would’ve flunked out.

never really having felt love from his parents, the entire concept of love is very foreign to him. his one and only significant other was when he was seventeen years old. she was also seventeen, but wasn’t from a rich, well-known family (she was attending the school on a scholarship) so wesley had to keep it a secret. somehow, she managed to break down his walls and make him truly fall for her.

(TW DEATH, LOSS OF CHILD, CAR CRASH, CAR ACCIDENT) only a few months before they graduated, she got into a car crash and died on the scene. wesley later found a positive pregnancy test in the trash. devastated and with no real direction in life, he moved to magnetic island as soon as he turned 18.

he’s not one to showcase his feelings. he exudes confidence, but he really is pretty broken inside. he’d rather do just about anything than admit that though.

he’s a total party animal, and you will most likely never find him not out somewhere on most nights.

his modeling gigs get him enough money he could live somewhere nicer, but he stays in atlantis apartments so he can be close to his bestie alex (and so alex can remind him to feed salad).

wesley really just has two rules: don’t ask him about his past, and don’t expect a future from him.

#tw death #tw loss of child #tw car crash #tw car accident #eternal! intro

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sukiglycerin · 4 years

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first love & letter (ラブレター)

* pairing: izuku midoriya x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, oh god

* words: 1,543

* warnings: reader constantly daydreams,.,. yeah

* original request: this is my first time requesting something here…idk if i’m doing it right..but anyways a izukuxreader where reader is trying to muster up the courage to give izuku a love letter only to lose it at school and izuku ends up being the one who finds it ? please and thank u

* a/n: here it is!! nonnie, i hope you like it! i feel special bc this is your first request >< thank you for entrusting it to me! also, what is it with me and using seventeen for izuku fic titles….?

“izuku.” you would say his name like a song, a pretty bird’s melody. “this is for you.” the words would fall like sugary cherry syrup from your lips, warm and sweet and twinkling. like sugar, he’d melt; a cherry-tinge on his cheeks and a stutter on his tongue. simply put, it’d be because he’s secret harboured a crush on you for years now and planned to confess to you, too, at this exact moment. or was that too cliche?

he would accept the letter, a question on his lips but only you on his mind. he would look from you to the letter with those sparkling emerald eyes as he read his name in your script on the envelope, and maybe he’d connect the dots in his head.

no, no, no, he wouldn’t - he’d open the letter first, and you’d feel your face flush watching his scarred fingers hold the paper so delicately. you’d watch his face get pinker and pinker and see his lips part in surprise. you imagine what he’d say - a plain “i like you too”? or just your name, a lovely tune when on his tongue? you know what it’d feel like, though, when he’d finally say the words back. you’d read about it too many times - the hitch in his breath, the crescent moon curve to his eyes.

the world would disappear until it was only you and izuku. you’d only see him, your heart aflutter under his gaze that’s only meant for you. you would step forward toward him hesitantly, only to realize that it just felt right. he’d step forward too and you would be so close to him and your senses would cloud in a mess of adrenaline and euphoria until-

“you seem distracted, y/n-chan,” tsuyu commented as the two of you walked down the hallway.

“ah… do i…?” you sheepishly looked away. “just… thinking. that’s all, tsu.”

“is it about midoriya?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

midoriya. it was the name that had you in a tizzy, surrounded by dreamy clouds in a castle in the sky. he was the boy you’d liked for years now; midoriya izuku, the plain, kind boy that held your heart in his roughed up hands unknowingly.

“i- what- who said anything about izuku?” you laughed nervously, feeling your cheeks get warm. “izuku?? what- what makes you think it’s about him??” you’d only ever told yaoyorozu about him in a bout of embarrassment.

“you always look at him and talk to him, ribbit,” tsuyu said bluntly.

“do i…?” you twiddled with your fingers, debating what to say. you settled on the truth. “yeah, i was thinking about him,” you admitted quietly.

“ribbit, you fit him well.”

“you think?” you looked at her hopefully, walking into the classroom. “actually, i was planning to-” you caught izuku’s eye on the other side of the classroom and quickly looked away. “i should sit down, now,” you said to tsuyu.

“good luck with your plan, ribbit,” she smiled.

so far, your plan was going smoothly. you took a deep breath as you walked to your seat behind midoriya’s and channeled your inner shoujo manga protagonist.

“good morning, izuku!” you said cheerily, smiling at him.

“morning, y/n!” he smiled back.

you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. all you needed to do now was give him the letter. you rummaged through your backpack for the envelope, but turned up empty. where could it be…? you panicked. you swore you put it in your backpack this morning, but it was gone. the chime of the school bell filled your ears and a very sleepy aizawa slugged into the room. you decided to drop the matter for now and look for the letter later.

your brain found the aizawa’s droning to be very good white noise for your daydreaming. slowly it faded out, and you found yourself in a new izuku-centered daydream.

your daydreams were lived through a rose-colored glass, through alluring words and fortune on every corner. you could live vibrantly and thoroughly in your mind, where you were safe. the real world was nothing like the utopia you’d created; in your imagination, you could predict the right move and you could curate your experience. the real world was not so merciful.

while the thought of your lost letter nagged the back of your head, you weren’t too worried about it. you figured you must’ve left it at home. your mind was more set on thoughts of izuku.

rationally, you knew your confession to izuku would be clumsy, all mumbles and shifting of feet. you consoled yourself in daydreams.

truth be told, you tried to give izuku the love letter months ago with some chocolates you’d made for valentine’s day. you couldn’t even give izuku the chocolates directly; you left him to wonder who’d left the prettily-wrapped homemade chocolates on his desk. you knew you wouldn’t be able to tell him directly, either. speaking was never your real strong suit. you took comfort in writing. that’s why yaoyorozu had suggested a letter confessing your feelings instead. though, rather than leave it on his desk, you had wanted to give it to him personally. it was much easier said than done. every time you’d almost gathered up the nerve to give it to him, there was an interference of some sort. you could never find the perfect time to give him the note.

now, you mused miserably, you wouldn’t get the time to give it to him. by the end of the day, you were unable to find the letter. the bell signalling the end of the day chimed and you groaned softly to yourself, burying your head in your arms on your desk. why couldn’t anything go right? why couldn’t you be the protagonist in your own shoujo manga? if only life was like your daydreams, like the romance novels you’d been enraptured.

take away the rosy glass and you were left here, alone and unable to even confess to the boy you’ve liked for years.

“uh, y/n?” a shaky voice asked. you didn’t bother looking up, too busy with your own problems.

“what,” you moaned flatly.

“did you-?”

you looked up at the speaker, eyes widening at the sight of a befuddled izuku midoriya holding an envelope and letter.

“where,” you exhaled shakily, “did you find that?”

“it was on the ground, near the door,” he said. “did you-”

your cheeks felt warm - on fire. you could barely look up at him, much less look him in the eye. this was not how you planned it. you were frozen in place, eyes fixed on your desk.

“did you write this?” he asked. his voice was not accusatory nor condescending; it was polite with what you thought was a twinge of astonishment. of course, izuku was always modest and humble. you felt your confidence slowly draining from your body as thoughts rushed through your head. of course he was surprised; there was no way he actually thought of you like that. you were unfrozen by the trembling of your hands and you slowly forced yourself to look up.

when you met izuku’s eyes, they were nothing like you’d imagined. they were effervescent yet cavernous in some sense of the word. they were not exactly sparkling or scintillating, but earnest and steadily reaching into your eyes. you mused that it was better than the face-value happiness you’d expected from him. this was the izuku you fell for, empathetic and compassionate. his kindness never ceased to amaze you.

by now it was probably a tad bit awkward. you stared at him for an eternal second, forgetting of his question that hung in the air.

“oh, yeah,” you cleared your throat and attempted to calm your trembling hands. you tried to embody being calm, cool, and collected - but it hadn’t translated so well into your body language. “yes. uh, yes, i…. i did write it.”

“really?” he looked at you excitedly, eyes glimmering with hope.

“yeah,” you said bashfully, warming with embarrassment. “i’ve liked you for… well, a long time.”

“you- you did?” it was his turn to get embarrassed. “ah… so have i…” he put his hand on the back of his neck.

“…oh, you did…?” you’d always assumed he had no interest in you; you got no sign he felt otherwise. he accepted everyone’s chocolates on valentine’s day (including all of the pretty, homemade ones from girls that fancied him, which was slightly discouraging but completely made sense considering izuku’s kind nature).

the conversation dipped into silence as you stared at each other.

“your handwriting is really pretty,” izuku confessed.

“you- you think? thank you…” you pursed your lips, wishing you could take compliments better. “do you-“

“do you-”

you cracked a grin. “you first.”

“do you,” he coughed awkwardly, “wanna walk home together?” pink dusted his cheeks like sakura denbu (not really the best simile, but it was the first thing that came to mind when thinking of something that matched the rosy hue).

“i was about to ask the same thing,” you replied.

for the first time, you felt reality wasn’t so dull after all. maybe it was time to toss out that pink glass.

#midoriya headcanons #midoroya x reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #midoriya fluff

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httpsgfg · 2 years

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5, 12, 18 for the music asks!

hi, thank you for these!!

5. which artist, song or album have you most turned to for comfort this year?

answered here but basically anything by nothing but thieves, anytime. + this year specifically it was luke's album 🥺

12. what was your most anticipated release of the year?

even though i had somewhat of an inkling luke would release solo music /at some point/ i don't know if i can say it was anticipated bc it all happened so fast and out of nowhere?? out of the projects i knew were coming i'd say the self-titled EP by friday pilots club and the debut album bummer by cleopatrick

18. did you buy any albums or music related merch? (physical)

merch [clothes] is kind of a hassle to get here bc of shipping but i did get CDs for some albums that were released this year: [yes i still use CDs lmao i can't afford vinyl]

this is really going to hurt - flyte

it won't always be like this - inhaler

monsters - tom odell

this is how the world ends - badflower

and i'm waiting on seventeen going under - sam fender

music ask game for the end of the year <3

#thank you so much for these!#music #ask game #singtomeinstead #answered

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Hi! Seeing as the years coming to an end, how has 2021 been for you? And I was wondering what your favourite songs/albums/books/tv shows of the year were? 💌

Hiya!! I've just started preparing for the new year by going through my journal entries, etc, so now I'm ready to answer this 😂

Also of course it's fucking long so I'm just putting it under the cut

First things first, 2021 was fucking awful for me!!! School was about the only thing that went smoothly, thank god. Other than that I literally spent most of this year in the deepest depressive episode I've probably ever been in. Because of that I also feel like I spent a lot of time facing the deepest, darkest parts of myself and it's only been during December that I've felt the depression lifting and I feel renewed and ready to take on a whole new year. Also that summary sounds so dark and horrible but truthfully I did have a lot of amazing moments this year in the process of sorting through the muck and mud of my psyche and questioning everything about humanity and life!!

As part of my personal growth during my depression I started learning Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT) and I kid you not it has already changed my life. I'm so fucking tired of the idea that we can control our thoughts, and that especially applies to people with trauma in their backgrounds because in reality what the mind mostly does is association!!! So if you have a traumatic background (especially ongoing trauma and not just singular traumatic events) your brain is going to have a lot of unhelpful beliefs and memories that really anything can trigger! But ACT centers around the fact that thoughts are random, it doesn't matter if they're true or false, there's no need to argue with them or try to '"change"" them, you can just be mindful of them and choose to take actions that align with the way you want to move through the world. Anyway, all this to say that if your mind has been being mean to you, it's not your fault, and also this is an explanation as to why so many of the things I'm going to recommend are ACT related.

Okay sooo here's the media I consumed in 2021!

Music - I spent most of the year physically unable to stomach new music, and I think that's because of the pandemic and its uncertainty so I was very attached to music I already knew I liked. - I also spent a lot of it listening to Taylor's rereleases and just processing and absorbing them in the present and reflecting on where I was in life when the albums first came out. I must not have been in the right life stage to appreciate Red when it first came out, because I always kind of thought it got overhyped (and 1989 has always been my favorite) but for some reason Red (Taylor's Version) has hit me SO FUCKING HARD. - Olivia Rodrigo's Sour was one of my favorite albums this year!! The therapeutic power of screaming Jealousy, Jealousy and good 4 u is unmatched I swear!!! - Sam's Seventeen Going Under was SO GOOD for my soul this year. his voice is just fucking STUNNING and the songs were so raw and really aligned with where I was at, god blesssss - Also I love Halsey and saw the IICHLIWP film and really loved that form of listening to an album for the first time

TV Shows - I only really had time to watch TV starting in the summer bc hockey season stole most of my TV time for the rest of the year! - The new season of YOU, ugh, I love it - I think this was the year I rewatched United States of Tara but maybe it wasn't. But either way you must watch it - I watched some reality shows like The Circle, which I really liked, and Too Hot to Handle which is a GREAT show to watch if you're trying to netflix n chill with the person you're watching with. I also for some reason started rewatching Dance Moms from the very beginning but I stopped a few seasons in, but anyway love that one too - writing this made me realize how much I actually like reality TV, I need to get into a housewives or smth - I'm sure I saw movies this year but I can't remember them. It's rare for me to watch a movie at home bc it requires me to sit for sooo long - OH I saw Cruella and as a 101 Dalmatians fan since I was just a lil baby I really fucking loved it.

Books - don't get me fucking started - As for fiction books, Verity by Colleen Hoover WAS THE BEST. I could NOT put it down - I was also reading Such a Fun Age and really liked it but didn't end up finishing it - okay now we need to get into nonfiction, which is what I read the most of - EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO READ The Power of Small by Aisling Leonard-Curtin & Dr. Trish Leonard-Curtin. I can not express this enough. This book changed my fucking life. For like the past 2 months I have only been writing in 5 minute sessions everyday. It's just centered around the mentality that small, consistent changes are so much better than big life overhauls. It follows the ACT model and I just need a print copy of this book so bad so I can always stare at it and make everyone read it. This book helped me really get out of my depression. - I learned ACT originally though A Liberated Mind by Steven Hayes (the founder of the model) BUT it could be kind of research heavy at some times so I also recommend ACTivate Your Life by Joe Oliver, Jon Hill, and Eric Morris. I'm reading that one currently and I realllllly like it. - Chatter by Ethan Kross. I really loved this one!!! Our brains are so amazing and terrible for talking to us all day lmfao. - Polysecure by Jessica Fern was very refreshing - Unwinding Anxiety by Judson Brewer was soooo interesting!

Podcasts - if you care to know what podcasts I listen to, my faves are: - You Can't Do That (a hockey podcast, so fun and amazing omg I love it so much, like soooo much) - Psychologists Off The Clock (which is where I learned about ACT and ended up doing my own reading from there) - 10% Happier with Dan Harris, he just has a lot of interesting conversations and I have a lot of aha moments listening Anyway thanks for the ask, I know this is long, and happy new year (in two days haha)!!!

#i'm gonna call this #steppedoffaflight's year in review #also my goal this year is to track my media consumption better so hopefully next year I will have a more thorough list #asks

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What do you mean by James didn’t cheat please explain

okay so bottom line: james couldn’t cheat bc she and betty never dated in the first place

disclaimer: the idea of james not actually being a cheater was inspired by another post on here, which i would link, but i can’t find it :(

i’ve been re reading the lyrics all day, and this is my conclusion:

a. to begin, seven is possibly loosely inspired by james and betty. they’re childhood friends to lovers au 🥺.

a1. cardigan (bettys pov) makes a reference to peter pan, and so does seven (“peter losing wendy”/“we can be pirates”)

a2. cardigan and seven also reference a shitty father (“leavin’ like a father”/“your dad is always mad [...] you should come live with me [...] and you won’t have to cry or hide in a closet 🏳️‍🌈”). this could either be interpreted as betty calling james out on her daddy issues or being like god damnit you left just like my dad, depending on whether seven is from betty or james’ pov

a3. in cardigan, betty says “i knew you, playing hide and seek” which is a childhood game, and in betty, james says “i hate the crowds, you know this” which idk gives me childhood best friends feelings 🥺

b. so, betty and james never dated, they were just probably childhood best friends who developed feelings for each other, but either ignored them or didn’t realize what was going on or hooked up w each other a lil (“hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better”) but never made it a Thing

b1. james probably thought her feelings were unrequited because she saw betty dance with a boy. if they were dating, that would not have been a problem because james would have known it was just a friend thing

b2. so james is all like fuck, betty has a thing for this boy, and she left me all alone to go hang out in the crowds w him :((

c. enter august. august sings “will you call when you're back at school?” implying that they don’t live in the same city and/or don’t go to the same high school

c1. i’m gonna guess james went off to live w a family member for the summer or something. and when she met august was all like “hey this just has to be a summer thing.” august saying “you were never mine to lose” wasn’t because james was dating betty, but because james was only going to be there for a few months

c2. (side note james was august’s first time (“are you sure/never have i ever before”, which probably added to her attachment to him 😔)

d. so inez finds out about james and august somehow, and her bitch ass tells betty that james dated this chick from her summer vacation. betty is all like fUck my feelings are unrequited and gets mad at james about it, and now james is like ?? excuse me?? bitch YOU were the one dancing with him 😒

e. okay so now we’re on to the song betty

e1. “betty, i won’t make assumptions about why you switched your home room, but i think it’s cuz of me” if james had cheated on betty, i feel like it would have been pretty obvious why betty switched homerooms?? james would have been all like “betty i WILL make assumptions about why you switched your home room and it’s bc i had an affair”

e2. so, i present again: james didn’t actually cheat on betty, they’re just dramatic, pining, stupidly jealous seventeen year olds, and inez can’t keep her mouth shut

e3. “i don’t know anything, but i know i miss you” this sounds a lot like some teenager that’s in love w her best friend and doesn’t understand it but is just like!!! come back!!

in conclusion: childhood best friends to fwb and/or teen best friends -> miscommunication over Feelings -> summer fling -> inez’s big mouth -> “wait hold on let’s just date tho”

thank u for coming to my ted talk

(p.s. i’m gonna also assume inez is friends with betty, and when james says “all your stupid friends” i’m going to assume she’s referring to inez.)

#asks

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tagged by @carelessslither to list my favourite lyrics from the top 10 songs on my spotify wrapped! thank you jack 🥰

maneskin - zitti e buoni: “Loro non sanno di che parlo“ (i don’t know much italian so this is my favourite line bc it’s the only one i fully understand hhh)

sam fender - seventeen going under: “Cold Septembers/ The distances we covered/ The fist fights on the beach/ The Bizzies round us up/ Do it all again next week”

kate bush - rocket’s tail: “Was it me said you were crazy?”

kate bush - get out of my house: “No stranger's feet/ Will enter me.”

simple minds - up on the catwalk: “Robert de Niro “ (that’s it, that’s my favourite lyrics)

maneskin - mammamia: “I swear that I'm not drunk and I'm not taking drugs/ They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano”

inxs - need you tonight: “All you got is this moment/ Twenty-first century's yesterday”

sam fender - play god: “Am I mistaken or are we breaking/ Under weight from the long time/ That he played God?

yazoo - only you: All I needed was the love you gave/ All I needed for another day/ And all I ever knew/ Only you”

maneskin - moriro da re: dunno, i don’t speak italian asdfsdf

@makesmuchmoresense also tagged me to answer some questions, thank you!!!

Favourite colour: blue! though lately i’m really into purple

Currently reading: started reading the master and margarita in august and haven’t picked it up since, oops

Last song: king by years and years

Last series: watched the new season of doctor who. also started watching sopranos some time ago but forgot to continue (i’m starting to see a pattern here)

Last movie: twilight: new moon asdfasdfsdf oh dear it was awful

Sweet, sour or savoury: savoury totally. sour if it’s candies

Currently working on: oomffpf should be working on my masters thesis but it’s not going great

#finally had some time to catch up on tag games <3 #love doing those

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KFNSJFNEJ SHINEE HELLO IM HERE DID YOU KNOW TAEMINS GOING TO THE SAME MILITARY BAND (is that what its called???) AS KEY FJSNFN

i used to be a huge army as well!! but then my sister showed me nct and seventeen and i lost my mind 😩 im more into newer groups nowadays because like every single new group i see has an ex-contestant from produce x 101 or under 19 💀💀pls i watch too many survival shows someone stop me 😭😭

a bunch of people in my grade are using cat ears now too the trends these days are pretty whack 🤨

also MISS LANA YOURE SO PRETTYY!!!!! JENSJF AND TALENTED OMG GIVE ME LESSONS 🥺🥺

- ccsa anon 🌻

OMG NO I DIDN’T ALL I KNEW WAS THAT HE’S ENLISTING AHHHHH HE’S GONNA DO SO WELL <33333333333

omfg i remember how much of a bop mansae was 🤭🤭🤭 that was so long ago i’m so old LMAOOOO i haven’t been keeping up with svt for a while and the last song i’ve heard from them was fear which is SO GOOD 🤩

there’s so many survival shows nowadays it’s so overwhelming (plus there was that whole rigging thing) 💀💀💀 i’m not that into them either way but i really loved ioi!! THEY’RE HAVING A REUNION SOON AND IM SO EXCITED !!! what are the new groups?? the only other ones i know wanna one, izone and x1

NOT THE CAT EARS 😭😭😭 we’re all reverting back to 2014 tumblr someone save us and DJKSKS NOOO STOP YOU’RE TOO SWEET I DELETED THE PIC WITHIN THE SPEED OF LIGHT BC I GOT TOO EMBARRASSED 🤧🤧🤧

#ask #anon #careless careless shoot anonymous anon #answered

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The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 16/?

FMA AU meets “The Wind Rises” AU : “I still remember every day”

[crazy idea #1: if you are familiar with FMA: Brotherhood (superior in every way) you probably are too young or too smart to remember the original 2003 FMA clusterfuck series but i’m neither young nor smart so here is my take on one of my favorite animated movies of all times “The Conqueror of Shamballa” BUT the story doesn’t start in 1923 Germany but somewhere around 1923 Japan. If you are familiar with this movie and the 2003 series you will know Ed Elric has moved from London to Munich and started living there frequently interacting with a family of rocket scientists (sounds crazy if you are only knowledgeable with FMA: B, but… trust me). So i thought, “what if our protagonist (in this case WWX) travels from China to Japan to work on some airplanes instead?”]

[crazy idea #2: “The Wind Rises” from Ghibli is set in that historical period right? so what if we make transmigrated WWX work his engineering magic on some aircrafts before any conflict can actually take place? precisely between the end of the Taisho period (1912-1926) and the beginning of the Showa period (1926-1989), when the desire for innovation and the new technological advancements could be implemented while at peace.]

[obviously, this is just a prompt, and I don’t feel particularly comfortable with creating fantasy storylines so intertwined with actual historical events, especially if these events caused the suffering of many and belong to a culture that is not mine to describe with the potential risk of offending its values and legacy. also, fandom should be fun and if you love angst maybe this is not the prompt for you. on the other hand I thought of how much i love movies like “Porco Rosso”, set somewhat really fucking close to where I live while describing a fun and lighthearted narrative even if it’s dealing with historical and political events that are still fresh and painful in our collective memory nowadays. Maybe it is possible to write something easy and fun while, at the same time, setting it in a time of great difficulties without hurting anyone. Maybe I’m not the person for that (after all, this is just a prompt), but if you want to explore a similar plot you are encouraged to tag me bc I would really like to know your take on the matter. and if I happen to offend anyone I will properly apologize and take responsibility.]

[the title is from L’Arc-en-Ciel’s song “Lost Heaven”, which still makes me cry to this day]

When Wei WuXian wakes up after the core transplant surgery, the first thing he realizes is that he should be awake. Wen Qing insisted on the fact that he had to keep himself awake and conscious for the entirety of the procedure, otherwise he would have suffered from extreme backlash and so would have Jiang Cheng. But here he is, waking up from slumber after who know how many days. In front of a figure in white he doesn’t recognize. Everything is blurry in his periphery, as if he’s inhabiting two bodies at the same time. His every move heavy and his speech sluggish.

The person in white turns the moment Wei WuXian realizes he’s standing in the middle of nowhere, in the space between realities.

“Where am I?”, he asks, trying to make out the features of the person in front of him, their long white hair, the silver lining of their robes.

“You’re here to pay a price.”, the other answers, their voice a mere whisper. Barely louder than the crisp little noises the pins and jewelry adorning their hair and neck are making as the person approaches him slowly.

“A price for what?”

“Before losing consciousness, you wished for your brother to be saved no matter what.”

“Is… is Jiang Cheng safe?”

“He’s dying because you fell asleep.”, the other announces, sending shivers down Wei WuXian’s spine, dread sitting in the middle of his chest, “You cannot wake up, the damage is done. But if you enter this door you will be able to save him. Your body in this world will die, the core will not share two owners at once and your brother will be the only one able to use it from now on.”

Wei WuXian doesn’t have time to feel pain, determination painting him in vibrant colors in that white realm of silence and void. He turns as the person in white gestures him to do so and he finds a door so big it could rival with one of the gates of Koi Tower. Engraved on its surface are myriads of characters reminding him of something ancient and forbidden. Something so dark and dangerous not even cultivators as knowledgeable as Lan QiRen would be able to understand, let alone encourage learning about.

“What will i find on the other side?”, he wonders, watching as the gates slowly open in front of him, a warm wind spiraling upwards and messing his hair.

A kiss from the underworld.

Is this the day I die, he doesn’t ask.

“Another world.”, the woman in white and silver answers honestly.

Wei WuXian doesn’t have time to recognize her that he is dragged inside by a thousands of spirits with eyes for mouths and teeth for hands.

Mere months have passed since he woke up in a body similar to his original one, but completely different from his own at the same time. He’s still seventeen, but cannot rely on cultivation anymore. The brand scar he received in the cave of the Tortoise of Slaughter is nowhere to be seen. His mother and father welcomed him back in their arms, crying over his bedridden body thanking the heavens for saving their only son from typhoid fever. He knew deep down those were not his true parents, that Cange Sanren had a different name on top of that and that their actual son’s soul was probably the sacrificial lamb paid on the altar of Wei WuXian’s greed to save his only brother. He knew this since day one, yet he was too tired to say anything at the time. He woke up in a small village in the Hubei Province under the Republic of China, established twelve years prior. A reality almost identical to his own, but stripped of any power of the cultivation world.

However, now things have changed and his parents have died a second time, the fever and starvation taking them in their sleep one at a time. But not before his mother could send a desperate letter to an old acquaintance of hers asking them to take their son “Wei Ying” out of the country and save him from harm. After accepting her proposition, the Chinese diplomat Jiang Fenmiang has invited Wei Ying to live with him and their family in Tokyo, where he’s working in order to strengthen and acquiesce the relations between the two countries after a period of tension and grievances.

As he travels on what he understands to be called a “train”, Wei WuXian takes notes over the many technological advancements this new era has brought to humanity. Such as the ferry he has taken to travel overseas and now the locomotive taking him to Tokyo. The pain of losing his parents for the second time is still fresh, as is the memory of the past few months living alone on the streets chased by rabid dogs. His body is still weak after surviving the fever and his lungs and digestive system are forever compromised, but he wants to meet Jiang Chen and YanLi a second time in this new world. Feeling guilty for leaving them in a world ruled by the Qishan Wen clan, the only thing he can do is to atone in this new life and protect them in this reality. He takes a brief moment to himself as he looks up from his notes and sees a man approaching from the first class carriage of the train.

Initially Wei WuXian doesn’t regard the stranger with anything but a polite nod, some of his notes flying away from his journal as he adjusts himself on the platform at the end of his car. He sprints up to try to catch them... before the stranger could grab them for him and give them back.

It’s then that Wei WuXian recognizes the man, an older version of Lan Zhan from the one he remembers, dressed in modern clothing and shorter hair. He’s just another double, a copy of the original he used to know. Just like his mother and father, just like the Jiang family he’s going to meet soon. No recognition comes from the other-Lan Zhan, yet Wei WuXian lets himself stare for longer than necessary as he thanks the man.

A single tear rolls down his cheek as an earthquake shakes the train and destroys everything around them in that day of September 1923.

[details down below]

1923:

(WWX is 17)

the train stops and all the passengers survive, but they are scared and don’t know how to reach Tokyo safely by foot. Some officers guide them to the nearest road and help them walk for a while before they have to leave for the capital in an attempt to contain the flames of the many fires caused by the earthquake.

Lan Zhan’s double has the same name and features, but is now twenty-five and was supposed to arrive in Tokyo to meet with his brother, Lan Huan’s double. He’s a little more cheerful than what WWX remembers and he also decides to stick with the younger man all the way to Tokyo. After glancing at WWX’s notes earlier, in fact, double!LanZhan recognizes him as someone from his same country and reasons they should feel safer traveling together for a little while more.

given that trying to explain his situation to double!LanZhan would be useless, WWX simply agrees and shoves down any temptation to tell him all about Gusu and the cave and how much he wishes he could go back to his original world. They walk all the way to Tokyo talking quietly: they are surrounded by strangers, WWX doesn’t know much Japanese to begin with and he doesn’t want to be recognized as a foreigner.

uncle Jiang, along with some clothes to travel more comfortably, has sent him enough money to travel and direction to reach his home. The only thing WWX hopes is that nobody was injured in the earthquake and that no more waves can reach them before he can join them. What an unfortunate time to arrive. Aunt Yu would probably hate him in this reality too just because of that.

but as he trails behind double!LanZhan and enters Tokyo, WWX feels as if hell has found its way into the world, flames everywhere and nowhere to go. In the midst of chaos, however, double!LanZhan tries to keep him from fainting or shaking, talking about all the things he and his brother wish to work on as architects working for the government. Yet, WWX senses how worried he is for his twin brother and pities him as he tries to calm down, marveling at how much this version of Lan Zhan can talk. They walk towards the Jiang household as double!LanZhan chats about the university he’s supposed to work for the following month, wondering if it’s still intact after the catastrophe.

they reach the elegant house without any more troubles, relief spreading through their hearts as they notice it has endured little to no damage. Uncle Jiang scurries over them and immediately recognizes WWX bc of how much he resembles his mother and the man dotes on him from then on. He thanks double!LanZhan profusely, ignoring the resentful glances coming from his wife and the curious ones from his daughter. A kid roughly the same age as WWX approaches and takes the other’s only suitcase: a scowl on his face and hurry in his steps, telling WWX to keep up because “the world is crashing down if he hadn’t noticed”.

WWX doesn’t have time to properly thank double!LanZhan that he is urged inside by his new family.

1927:

(WWX is 21)

given the connections the Jiang family has in both countries, WWX and his step siblings are able to enjoy benefits others may only dream of, but the government is wary of foreigners and they need to act as good guests. This angers and stresses Jiang Cheng, his temper even worse than what WWX remembers, and he is even more rebellious than his new stepbrother. It’s WWX who needs to tone down the other’s snark at times, reminding him they cannot do as they please and that, even if others are jealous of their grades in university and overall position, they are still living in difficult times.

WWX knows this Jiang Cheng is a double ant that everything feels like a dream and nothing matters anymore, but if he pretends hard energy maybe he can stop feeling guilty for leaving his dear ones behind. But acknowledging this Jiang Cheng as the real one feels wrong and sometimes WWX distances himself from him, keeping his secrets for himself.

however, double!JiangCheng has seen his brother scream in his dreams, even waking him up in the middle of the night just to shake him from his horrible nightmares. Sometimes Wei Ying watches him in his sleep, when he hasn’t yet realized double!JiangCheng is awake, as checks for his breath. Other times he pressed a hand to his abdomen, as if checking for scars or injuries. He doesn’t know what it means, but he is willing to wait for the other to come around and they’ll him himself.

their sister YanLi has figured a way to be useful in a country wary of foreigners by studying to become a doctor and save lives. Their father is currently struggling at work because of the increasing tensions between the two countries and their mother keeps to herself in spite of everything.

WWX’s health deteriorates after he starts working, their supervisor suggesting him and his brother to keep a low profile just not to attract any unwanted attention on their family. Their work as engineers can convince the higher-ups to keep them close in case war were to strike again. But Jiang Cheng feels bad for working for a country constantly threatening his parent’s home country over mining rights and land ownership. He may love working on new aircrafts and test his limits, but he’s against using his energy and drive for appease someone else’s greed.

WWX, for the first time in his life, feels second to his brother, admiring his ability to distinguish from right and wrong while he himself cannot even tell dreams and reality apart. With a weakened body and a mind filled with memories of a world that doesn’t even exists, WWX convinces himself he’s in hell and this life is the punishment for being too greedy himself.

1929:

(WWX is 23, double!LWJ is 30)

tension is too strong for them to live in Tokyo, with Uncle Jiang forced to work for the government and scramble for solutions in order to keep his family safe in a secluded location in the mountains, in a hotel in the middle of nowhere. There, the elites enjoys the last days of peaceful times they will not see again for years to come.

WWX feels drained, dreaming of people he will either never see again or see every single day in the faces of strangers. Jiang Cheng convinces him to talk, even if only to ease his pain, but WWX cannot bring himself to reveal the whole truth. The only thing he feels like to share is that he has visions of another world and that maybe reincarnation is not as far fetched as it seems.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t really believe him, but he supports him and together with YanLi they try to make Wei Ying relax during their vacation on the mountains.

there, out of nowhere, WWX meets double!LanZhan and his brother: they meet on top of a hill as the wind rises and some of the two brothers’ musical scores fly away. WWX and his stepbrother catch them and bring them back as YanLi approaches the two musicians.

this time, WWX notice immediately something is wrong. Double!LanZhan is far less cheerful than what he remembers from their first encounter, while his brother seems to have lost his vision, music being his only comfort. The group exchanges pleasantries with the twins on top of the hill, until rain forces them all to seek refuge under some trees. WWX watches double!LanZhan closely and realizes these years apart must have been tough on him. He asks if double!LanHuan has lost his sight after the earthquake and the only thing double!LanZhan is able to do is nod, his eyes filled with tears.

Would it be so bad to befriend this other-LanZhan? Is it right for WWX to start a new life in hell with someone so compassionate and kind? Maybe that would be okay in the end, maybe they can be good friends and survive this world that is wary of them simply because of the greed of human kind. Then why does it feel wrong to let himself be loved by these people? Why does it feel like he’s betraying the ones he has left behind?

during their vacation, the two families get closer and they enjoy each other’s company. They talk in Japanese to not be stared by the other patrons and WWX wonders what happened in his world. If the Wens have crumbled down. If their name is synonymous with hatred and greed. If this is how any refugee would feel, isolated from the rest of the country while desperately trying to hold onto any familiar face and memory at hand.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t like to talk in another language and fear others might look down on him and seldom attracts attention by causing mayhem. But YanLi and even double!LanHuan help him come down from his stubborn antics and take him to long walks to calm down. This way, WWX and double!LanZhan are frequently left alone, because Wei Ying cannot walk for too long without feeling exhausted and so the other keeps him company.

since double!LanZhan is so under the weather and quiet, WWX takes it upon himself to entertain him and he spends their days chatting about the things he misses from home, what he would like to do if he were to live somewhere else, they airplanes he would like to make. He doesn’t talk about how much me misses flying on a sword, or how the wind fills under his clothes up in the air, or how much he would have loved to hold onto Lan Zhan among the stars at night.

WWX cries in front of double!LanZhan without noticing one day, missing the days at the Cloud Recesses when they were classmates and he used to pester the other boy. And only now, only now he understands what it was, what he wanted to convey with his antics. How much he wanted the other to notice him and pay attention to him. But the one rubbing a comforting hand up and down his spine now is not his Lan Zhan. Even if he’s just as kind and compassionate, just as quiet and brilliant, just as hurt and lonely.

they share a kiss under the trees of a meadow one afternoon and WWX feels like he’s either betraying the real Lan Zhan or this gentle young man who’s never done anything bad in his entire life. And he doesn’t know why double!LanZhan is crying as well as they kiss, but he’s too afraid to ask.

the following day Uncle Jiang calls the rest of his family back home and the Jiang siblings say their goodbyes to the twins hiding alone with their uncle on the mountain. Promising to meet each other again soon, even if WWX knows that’s most likely nothing but a well intentioned lie given the hardships they’re bound to face.

1930:

Lan Zhan:

(WWX is 24, double!LWJ is 31)

after meeting with the Jiang family, the twins try to retrieve their life as usual the moment they return in Tokyo for the winter. Their uncle notices double!LanZhan’s distress over departing from the young men he had met there, but his inquiry is fruitless since his nephew refuses to speak. The old man has noticed some changes in the younger twin over the course of a couple of years or so: his frequent migraines and tiredness, his laborious efforts to speak as if feverish and confused, his nights interrupted by nightmares more often than not.

even his brother has noticed the difference despite losing his vision in the fire at the imperial university seven years prior. His cheerful spirit is gone, his steps alternate different rhythms at times, and even his accent often doesn’t sound familiar to him. In his younger brother’s words “it’s almost as if two of me are residing in a single body”. But Lan Huan doesn’t know what to make of it, wishing he could look his brother in the eyes and see the truth for himself.

double!LanZhan, on the other hand, feels split in half ever since he has kissed Wei Ying. He remembers that day because his body has moved on its own, half of his mind lost in Wei Ying’s grey eyes while the other half (his own half) was trying to understand why the sudden urge to hold the boy tighter in his arms. He felt like someone had possessed him for those brief, stolen moments in time before leaving his body altogether the second Wei Ying has run away from him in the meadow.

unable to find an answer, feverish and tired with a migraine splitting his brain in half, double!LanZhan wanders around Tokyo trying to remember where the Jiang residence was. His feet walking him towards Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng’s room in the evening one day. Wei Ying is alone, sitting down by a table covered in drawings. Mesmerized, double!LanZhan watches from the window as Wei Ying traces the lines of faces and places, over an over again, as if he doesn’t want to forget what his imagination has shown him that night.

seeing what is depicted on the table, double!LanZhan’s migraine worsens and he collapses in the back garden, snow piling up on him. Wei Ying immediately notices and brings him inside, covering him in quilts to keep him warm. But Wei Ying is the warmest of all, his embrace like a balsam over double!LanZhan’s pulsing head as the younger tries to keep him warm by rubbing his arms over and over.

suddenly his head doesn’t hurt anymore and he can finally, finally let go. Let the other half take his place for now, just for a little while, as he takes a small nap in Wei Ying’s arms.

when he wakes up, Lan Zhan cries all of his tears.

he was finally able to reach Wei Ying, his Wei Ying, who was trapped in another world. The one Lan Zhan has been looking for ever since the end of the Sunshot Campaign, ever since Jiang Cheng himself told him of his demise. The one Lan Zhan was able to reach only after sacrificing his golden core to the immortal turned goddes BaoShan Sanren in front of a gate born from the efforts of some past demonic cultivator.

for two years he had tried to make his way through the veil between realities, his consciousness exhausted as if he had been swimming for far too long. The other-him, the man who shared his name and face, hosting his soul at the expenses of his own body for over two years. All because of Lan Zhan’s grief and greed, all because a goddess had promised him he could be reunited with the love of his life. But at what cost... at what cost indeed.

since two souls cannot reside in a single body, one of them had to die in order for Lan Zhan to meet his Wei Ying again. The moment WWX sees the other cry, he immediately recognizes him and tries to console him for the loss of his “other”. But LWJ cannot seem to feel any relief as he falls asleep once more in his arms.

Jiang Cheng:

Jiang Cheng enters the room and is baffled to find one of the twins in there, but seeing his brother crying over the man he decides to help them instead of calling the servants. Things are turning ugly in town for people like them and he doesn’t trust anyone anymore since YanLi got married and started working for the hospital, leaving the brothers alone.

in tears, Wei Ying tells him everything: of his dreams of another world, of the one he was destined to meet, of Lan Zhan finally remembering who he really was. He’s still fixated on this “past life” thing, uh? Jiang Cheng doesn’t really understand, but he knows the two man has grown fond of each other the previous summer and doesn’t really envy their fate.

he watches over them as they fall asleep in each other’s arms, having promised them to keep the servants from knowing about Lan Zhan’s presence in their house. That’s when he comes up with a plan and calls Lan Huan on the phone, briefly telling him that “his brother Lan Zhan has made a choice and that he cannot stay in Tokyo anymore”.

Lan Huan asks Jiang Cheng if his brother is there, to which the other only says “yes”. Is he with Wei Ying? Yes. Are they in love? Yes. Do they need to hide? “I can manage that for them.”

They meet the following morning at dawn, outside of Lan XiChen’s house to not attract the attention of the Jiang servants. Jiang Cheng will escort the two lovebirds to a cottage somewhere in the countryside, far away from society. When Lan Huan will succeed in convincing Lan QiRen to follow him there, they will receive them and arrange something.

Jiang Cheng May not believe his brother, but he knows things are getting dangerous in the country, especially for foreigners like them. Let alone someone like Wei Ying and his lover.

Wei WuXian:

While Lan Zhan is still feverish, Jiang Cheng and WWX take the train with the older man to the countryside. WWX feels bad for leaving, but Lan Zhan needs to rest away from the modern world for a while and he himself doesn’t feel well at all. Not with his lungs giving up on him any time he has to stiffen a cough and swallow his own blood with every breath. His weakened body may have caught something in the last few months, but he will not give up on Lan Zhan now.

They reach the cottage and Jiang Cheng immediately sends a letter to his sister, apologizing for what he’s about to do. They only have to wait a week for Lan Huan and Lan QiRen to arrive, but in the meantime Lan Zhan has regained enough energy to eat and stand up on his own. WWX asks him what is going on, and LWJ tells him that he’s currently trying to hold onto this body while simultaneously ruling over his original body in Gusu. He doesn’t want to fade away, but he fears slipping out of reach and leave WWX behind a second time.

when Lan QiRen sees them, he cannot deny what is in front of him: someone who is merely pretending to be his nephew greets him with a stoic face as he announces his intention to marry a man. Despite the initial shock, when Lan Huan has asked him to take him in the middle of nowhere in the countryside in winter, Lan QiRen has accepted to indulge him knowing Lan Zhan must have had something to do with it. But this in front of him is definitely not his nephew and this realization hurts more then knowing he is in love with a man.

Lan Huan, on the other hand, knows from his voice this is not his brother but cannot explain why. He’s filled with grief at the thought and not even his uncle can comfort him, the older man himself in pain for a loss he cannot comprehend.

WWX asks them to indulge them just this time, feeling like his life is getting closer and closer to its end, not knowing what else to do. Jiang Cheng comforts the two men as he tries to explain his reasons, that nobody will let them have even an ounce of joy in the world they’re forced to live in and that, if things will end up getting worse in the end, at least they’ll have this memory to look back to. He feels like a war is approaching, and no one can know what kind of world will greet them at the end of it.

Lan Zhan:

the day of his wedding he’s very nervous, having asked their hosts to simplify the traditional ceremony given the fact that Wei Ying and he are both men and there are no actual guest attending. They bow to the heavens and the earth, to their families, and then to each other. Their clothes are far less expensive or appropriate from the nuptial red they would have worn under different circumstances, yet Lan Zhan has never felt more adorned and rich, basking in Wei Ying’s love.

they spend their first night together whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears, tired and happy as they have never been before.

Wei WuXian:

they stay at the cottage for months, receiving news from the outside world every now and then from Jiang Cheng and Lan Huan. He suspects his brother is keeping something to himself, ignoring his questions over the political situation altogether, but he doesn’t insist.

LWJ tells him stories of the Sunshot Campaign, of how he tried to save the weak, the women, the children and the innocent of the Wen Clan against the rest of the cultivation world. Of how he found a way to summon BaoShan Sanren through some scrolls he had found in Burial Mounds, where he thought WWX’s soul might have disappeared to. Of how he hadn’t even been able to say goodbye to his brother and the people he had saved in Yiling before signing a contract with the immortal.

WWX’s lungs are giving up on him but he tries to keep LWJ from noticing. YanLi comes to meet them one day and makes sure to cry for her brother only when they are finally alone, sensing his intention to keep his husband from knowing the truth. He knows LWJ cannot possibly keep holding onto two bodies at the same time: waking up in Yiling the moment he falls asleep in the cottage; then waking up with Wei Ying every morning the moment he falls asleep in Burial Mounds where he has decided to hide. Without a golden core, for as strong as someone like LWJ can be, he would die if he keeps crossing the veil, the gate between the two worlds.

the day after YanLi has left them alone, WWX spends his last day with his husband, making sure everything is perfect. he also sends letters to his family and thanks them for loving him. he extends his best wishes to the people who worked alongside him, helping him bring to fruition his dream to fly in the sky once more... even if he has never flown in this lifetime.

he’s very happy with his husband and wants to commit every second they spend together to heart. They make love for the last time before they both fall asleep together and dream of home.

he whispers “I wish you good luck” before falling asleep.

Lan Zhan:

he wakes up the next day and Wei Ying is gone. His body cold in his arms.

mad with grief, unable to believe a life without WWX can or should exist, he cries over his husband’s body and wishes he could die.

Lan Huan and Lan QiRen happen to visit that day and find him crestfallen and asking to be left alone to die. But they help him bury the body instead and take care of him. Lan QiRen suddenly feels terrible at the thought of leaving this boy all alone, whether he’s actually his nephew or not. Lan Huan convinces his brother to eat and rest, holding him for as long as it takes for him to calm down.

the following day, as the younger twin wakes up, he asks Lan Huan why they’re in a cottage in the countryside and what happened while he was asleep.

the actual LWJ, by falling asleep, not willing to wake up in a world where WWX doesn’t exists anymore, has allowed double!LanZhan to regain complete control over the body in the cottage. The twin wasn’t dead, just dormant, waiting for LWJ to let go of his body on his own.

waking up in the Burial Mounds, however, with no golden core and no Wei Ying is worse than anything LWJ has ever experienced. Having to survive WWX’s death not one, but two times is too much to handle... but a small kid has found his place in his arms while LWJ was sleeping. His beloved A-Yuan, one of the few Wen children he was able to save from the Lanling Jin’s clutches after the Sunshot Campaign.

as he takes in the sight of the child he considers his own, peacefully sleeping in his bed, LWJ finds the strength to say “just another day”. And then another and another and another again.

13 years later:

Mo XuanYu sacrifices his body for WWX and the first thing Wei Ying does in his new body is to ask the Lan juniors to bring him to Hanguan Jun.

but Lan Zhan is already there, following the juniors around after managing to reforming a golden core in just a little over ten years all on his own. The first thing he says to Wei Ying is “I still remember every day.”

and they begin to travel together for the rest of their life.

Now I need a fucking tissue.

[as you can see very little “conquering another world” type of quest because I didn’t like to think too hard. This is more like “what if before transmigrating WWX and LWJ lived somewhere else and got married?” But then I had to make it sad, uh? Fuck.]

[also, demonic-cultivator!LWJ anyone?]

#mdzs #cql #the untamed #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the forbidden crack! untamed prompts #mdzs/au: manga/anime inspired #mdzs/au: fma #mdzs/au: ghibli #mdzs/au: modern

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