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KAGEHINA FIC RECS

Hello everyone! I've read so many kagehina fics in the past month that I decided to make a fic rec post with my favorites. I will surely forget some because I didn't save or bookmark them all, but I'll get back and update this post once in a while. Enjoy!

Even when absent by persicae

Rating: Explicit
Manga spoilers: Yes
Summary: Hinata surprises Kageyama with a visit at the Adlers' gym, and then surprises him with a little more.

Acceptable Risk by mysecretfanmoments

Rating: Explicit
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: Tobio braced himself and stood, gathering Hinata’s warm body close. Hinata’s weight settled against him, strengthening the impression he always had at these times: that he was collecting a part of himself, severed by some weird circumstance. In these moments he couldn’t help feeling that Hinata belonged to him, and as long as he didn’t talk about the impression out loud it harmed no one. As it was Hinata mumbled a little, curling into him the way he’d anticipated.
Without a word he carried Hinata to Hinata’s cluttered bedroom and laid him in bed, wrestling blankets out from under him to cover him with. Hinata woke, then, a little, but only to blink at him sleepily and mumble something that sounded like thanks. He turned away, and Tobio returned to his own bedroom, turning off all the lights on the way. That restlessness from earlier threatened to rise up and strangle him.
Living with Hinata was nice—but only most of the time. Only when he didn’t feel like this.

- - -

(Kageyama and Hinata navigate living together at university while not dating. It's hard—the not-dating part, that is.)

Professional Announcements by Emlee_J

Rating: Teen
Manga spoilers: Yes
Summary: Someone had snapped a photo of them just as Hinata had pulled Tobio in for an jubilant kiss as they were leaving the restaurant – both of their faces flushed from joy and victory and a few too many beers. Almost immediately it was on Twitter, and then within hours it had gone viral.
“If we just say we’re married, that clears everything up,” Tobio suggests.
“Hmmm…” Hinata hums thoughtfully. “Because then everyone will know we’re not actually having a saucy love affair?”
“Yeah. We’re just… normal.”
“That sounds almost boring.”
Tobio gives him a withering look. “Do you want this to continue? We have interviews tomorrow.”

- - -

In which Hinata and Kageyama wake up to find out they're trending on Twitter, not because they won their game against France yesterday, but because they're apparently in a sordid love affair. In actuality, they're just married. All Kageyama wants to do is sleep in.

Speed Demons [SERIES] by Esselle

Rating: Explicit
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: ' “Starting tonight. You—” Daichi says, pointing at Kageyama, “—will be giving him—” he points at Hinata, “—racing lessons.”

Kageyama looks like he has swallowed ten lemons. Hinata, on the other hand, is just baffled.

“Wait a minute,” he asks. “Why is he giving me racing lessons?”

“Because I am absolutely, without a doubt, a hundred percent, better at racing than you are,” the mechanic replies bluntly. “And even if you race every day for the next decade, and I go blind, you still wouldn’t be a better driver than me.” '

- - -

All Hinata has wanted his entire life is a racetrack under the wheels of his car and a crew at his back. When he's offered a spot with the crew of Karasuno Auto Shop, he could have it all. There's only one thing blocking his path to the starting line: an absolute(ly smoking hot) asshole of an auto mechanic by the name of Kageyama Tobio.

Soft serve by tothemoon

Rating: Teen
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: "I'm gonna run you over with this truck," Kageyama says, with only half of his usual conviction.

(Because frankly, he's still flabbergasted that Hinata would remember his favorite flavor.)

Or, in which Kageyama and Hinata drive an ice cream truck for a week, the former struggles with a crush, and the latter dares to eat the popsicles without paying.

Bet on it by someonestolemyshoes

Rating: Mature
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: "It isn’t all that often that Hinata finds himself really, honestly, actually bored, because more often than not he’s playing volleyball, or practicing volleyball, or eating food or thinking about volleyball and when he’s not doing any of that, he’s sleeping.

But today, the flat is stiflingly warm and the sun is blazing beyond the window, and Hinata is really, honestly, actually bored."

- - -

Prompt: You take writing prompts about Haikyuu right? So what about Hinata and Kageyama having a competition on who can get the other off faster during oral or hand jobs?? Or sex in general?

Vren by Icandigelvis

Rating: Mature
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: It was the boots that caught Shoyo's attention. They looked new and expensive sticking up from the tall grass, visible from the small trail he was walking on. He cautiously trudged closer, almost against his will.

What Shoyo didn't notice, however, was the creature watching him; blue eyes following the oblivious human.

[A couple of warnings about this: Tobio is mainly a wolf-like creature, but he can shapeshift into a human. Also there are a bunch of minor character deaths and injuries.]

In Transit by mysecretfanmoments

Rating: Teen
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

Something old and something new by kittebasu

Rating: Teen
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: And Kageyama could pretend like he didn’t care one way or the other all he wanted, Shouyou wasn’t going to let him pout his way through winter holidays with that grim-reaper look on his face.

Oblivious by Esselle

Rating: Teen
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: "Okay, I know it was basically not really a secret, but… you know you could've told me, right? But doing it this way is great, like an extra Christmas gift!"

"Y-yeah," Hinata said. "W-wait, Bokuto-san, what do you mean it wasn't really a secret?"

"Uh, well, we just kind of assumed?" Bokuto asked, releasing him. He scratched his head, glancing back at Kuroo, who shrugged. "You guys have been dating since, like, high school. Right?"

Hinata's mouth fell open. "We have?!" he squeaked, at the same time that Kageyama repeated, "High school?" '

- - -

Kageyama and Hinata try to fool all their friends into believing they're dating. The problem is, everybody already thought they had been for years.

Dragged into your pace by nebulia

Rating: Explicit

Manga spoilers: No
Summary: You’re incredible, Kageyama, Hinata had whispered that afternoon, straddling his waist, elbows on either side of Tobio’s head, and Tobio had gone cold and hot and cold all over, jerking like his strings had been cut. It had been so much. And giving Hinata that much leeway is scary, but Hinata’s also kind of gentle, sometimes. Like he knows how to handle the parts of Tobio that are fragile.

The working title of this fic was “praise kink tobio,” which...pretty much covers it.

Hiraeth by skiecas

Rating: Gen
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: The month before graduation, Hinata’s life goes through many changes: a semi-successful end to his high school volleyball career, a new job carved into his busy schedule, the future looming in the near distance, the dismal reality of all his friends soon going their own way, and a turbulent start towards discovering what exactly it is he feels for Kageyama Tobio.

While it was raining by Emlee_J

Rating: Teen
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: Despite a less than ideal high school volleyball career as a back bencher and failing his first year at university, Hinata Shouyou is still chasing his goal to play professional volleyball. But moving away to a hilly town for his dreams is more lonely than he expects - until the middle of a very rainy spring, when a black, blue-eyed cat shows up at his door.

(Or; Hinata and Kageyama did not meet in middle school, and never went to Karasuno together, their paths separate until one day Kageyama wakes up with more legs and fur than he had the day before)

Touch the ground again by Esselle

Rating: Explicit
Manga spoilers: No
Summary: Hinata is already suspended, flawless form. The lines of his body are smooth, flowing; feet kicked back, arm outstretched to the sky that he could reach with wings no one can see—but that Kageyama knows have always been there, sprouted from his shoulder blades where his back curves in a perfect arc to meet them.

For the past several years, Kageyama has been living in freefall.

As he watches Hinata fly, his feet touch the ground again.

- - -

Kageyama returns to Tokyo from playing abroad, to fix his mistake from four years earlier. Hinata is not ready to be patched back together yet.

Current Mood: hopeful

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New Year's Resolutions

As the new year begins, I realize I’m not really in the best mindset to start it. Maybe, though, it is for the best. A too joyous mood leaves little room (or willingness) to look back on what happened during the last 12 months, achievements and failures alike, at least in my case. So here I am, finally doing what I’ve said I’d do multiple times, but never really did for real: making an assessment of the year - and decade - that just ended, and trying to set new goals for myself. Whether doing this in a language that is not my mother tongue is a good or bad idea, only time will tell probably. English gifts me with a particular kind of distance from the content of my writing that is likely to make it more objective, but also prevents me from taking the full blunt of this poorly-veiled self-analysis attempt. We shall see, I guess. Doing a little is still better than doing nothing, and it’s about time that I stopped trying to make everything I do perfect. It’s also about time that I stopped being afraid of making mistakes.

Of course, this issue won’t be resolved with a random post that I’ll feed to the void that is the internet, but you gotta start from somewhere.

2019 has been a full year. Full of events and accomplishments and fulfillment as well as with losses and change. It’s the year in which all the suffering and hardships I went through in the past one(s) finally came through and culminated in my graduation. That was back in March, and the months leading up to it have perhaps been some of the toughest I had to get through - or so I thought, at least. Life has a way to keep throwing harsher and harsher challenges your way. The bone deep tiredness of working toward a goal in too little time with too many things to do has been replaced by the terrifying emptiness of not knowing where you want to go from there, or what you want to do.

But, one thing at a time.

2019 has also been the year where I faced some hard truth that I had been avoiding for the past year and a half for fear of cracking under the pressure. It’s been hard, and painful - it still is sometimes, when something random rubs into old wounds - but I’m also pretty proud of myself for doing that. For stopping to pretend everything was fine and problems were only in my head, for trusting that what I felt was valid even with the weight of my past trauma and mental illness, and for demanding better for myself. I shouldn’t have to “settle”. I shouldn’t feel like collecting scraps all my life is the best I can have, emotionally speaking. I’m still working over believing I’m deserving of something better, but I like to think that I’m slowly getting there.

2019 saw me graduating and facing some of my fears. It also saw me getting officially registered as a doctor, throwing myself in some new experiences and generally a little bit more out there, even if still with a foot on a safe line. It saw me making - and meeting - new wonderful friends that I hope I will have in my life for many more years, all the while keeping my old, treasured ones.

2019 gifted me with the rediscovery of fandom, and the joy that comes with it. As much as I like - or dislike - to bitch about trivial fandom issues, I had almost forgotten how good it feels to be part of a lively, enthusiast community whose sole focus is to create for the sheer enjoyment of it. Slowly getting back my creativity, discovering that I’m still able to weave stories that elicit emotions, and that I’m able to do that in a language that is not my own has been a wonderful gift that this year gave me. This fandom adventure in danmei hell has been incredibly fun overall, and I’d like to thank all the people who are sharing it with me.

That being said, this last third of 2019 has not been easy. The feeling of wandering aimlessly, of not knowing what I want to do in life - of not knowing if what I’ve studied and fought for in the last 9 years of my life is really, truly, what I want my life career to be, is perhaps one of the most terrifying sensations I’ve ever experienced. Being faced with a job for the first time, and with a job that puts you in a position where you are responsible for people’s lives even more, in the middle of all this, has not been easy. It was perhaps predictable that I’d end up falling into a bad depressive episode again. October and November have been more than rough - I had a job but no pay, and I didn’t even have a house. I cried on most days. I felt lost, and hopeless.

Still - still, I pushed through. I am pushing through. Despite the weighing loneliness and emptiness, despite the financial problems, despite my mother’s health problems, despite all those little, enormous things that are forcing me to face time and time again my fears, and weaknesses, and unresolved issues. Because let me tell you, working in retirement homes is not really ideal when you still have unresolved issues with the whole concept of aging and mortality. It teaches you a lot, though - about yourself, and humanity, and kindness, and how much a single word or gesture can weigh. About how fragile, terrible and awfully incredible the human condition can be.

There have been days in which the grateful smile of an old lady, and the feeling of her dry, weak hands in mine has been all that I needed to reach the end of the day with a lighter heart. I like to think I could repay that kindness at least a little, despite my many faults and my inexperience.

I still cry, but not as much as before. I still feel lost, but it’s not paralyzing.

Of course, while fighting the demons in my mind is a lonely endeavor, I haven’t been alone at all in practice. I’ve received so much support throughout all of this, much more than what I ever expected. There isn’t one day I’m not grateful of this, so much so that I never know how to convey how much I appreciate the people in my life. I feel their warmth, and if I was able to push through everything, it’s also thanks to them.

So. So, 2019. A full year, a complex year. Not a bad year, overall. Divesting myself for a minute of the weight of my mental health and practical problems, it’s been a year of growth, and of enormous change. Change is always difficult for me - I am a person who needs some stability to thrive, and this year has been anything but that. So many of my foundations have crumbled, or are simply not there anymore. I don’t feel comfortable. Perhaps, in some ways, this is for the best. As much as I’d like someone to point me in one direction and tell me “you have to do that”, “just follow that line that has been traced”, “you don’t have to choose” in this moment, I also know that I’d never be satisfied with that down the line.

If there’s one thing I’ve never liked, it’s to have my life being decided for me.

The irony of me being so lost for what concerns my whole career as 2020 begins is not lost on me. This entire last decade has been dominated by my university life. I enrolled in the medicine course in 2010, and university has a way to make you lose focus of everything else - even of what awaits you once you, inevitably, finish it.

There isn’t really an ending or a goal to these musings. I can only hope that 2020 will bring with it some more clarity of mind.

I like the idea of a new start. It’s the year of the mouse according to Chinese zodiac, and the beginning of a new cycle. May it really be like that, for me and for everybody who feel sorely in need of that.

2020 - a new year, a new decade. It might be worth it to finally settle some goals, then.

1. Take better care of myself

I’m putting this down as the first one. I have a tendency to neglect myself when in the middle of depressive episodes or even when I’m simply feeling down. I stress-eat a lot, and spend days curled up in bed being a lazy lump when I’m not working. While this can be good in certain occasions, it is not healthy, and leaves me feeling worse in the long run. So yeah, my first purpose for 2020 is to, essentially speaking, love myself a little bit more. Eat a bit better (vegetables won’t hurt me and I should really learn to drink a suitable amount of water sooner or later), go back to the gym even if it’s only once a week (since it’s impossible for me to go back to practice aikido at the moment), take a little time for myself to do a face mask or shave or whatever. Maybe keep a diary to give order to my thoughts. Anything goes.

2. Figure out something about my life

I’m keeping this as vague as I can. I don’t know if I’ll be able to understand what I want to do in life in this coming year, but I need to at least figure out something. What I like. What I want. What I don’t want. Where I wanna be. It doesn’t matter what as long as it’s something.

3. Get a good result at the specialization exam

Pretty self explanatory (at least for people familiar with the Italian system). I still don’t know where I want to go or what I wanna do, but studying for it won’t definitely hurt.

4. Keep the creative energy flowing

If there is one thing 2019 has gifted me with, it’s creativity. I’ve published 72k words and I have many more still unpublished. I don’t care about the exact amount of words I’ll manage to write in 2020, as long as doing that will keep being fun and fulfilling. What I really want to do, though, is to get better at drawing. I’m so happy about my new graphic tablet, I really want to learn how to use it better. Practice, practice, practice.

5. Appreciate and cultivate the relationships in my life

Also pretty self explanatory. I really wanna give back as much as I receive from the important people in my life.

6. Travel more

Especially now that I have some money of my own, I wanna settle for at least two different trips to two different places, it doesn’t matter how long.

7. Study German

It’s something I’ve wanted to do for ages, and I’ve finally started this year only to inevitably fall behind because of life. I still haven’t abandoned the idea of transferring abroad and working there. I don’t know if or when it will happen, but I love learning languages, so this is an extremely good goal regardless. Let’s say I’d like to reach at least an A1 level in one year.

And that’s it. If you’ve read everything, thank you for listening to my rant - it was mostly a one sided conversation with myself, but one that I (obviously) don’t mind sharing. Who knows, maybe it will help someone else too.

That being said, 2020, here I come. I might have met you with my energy levels below zero and a bad mood, but fuck if I’ll let a single day dictate how the following 365 will be. I’m here. I might not be ready for everything, but I’ll sure keep pushing through anyway.

As a more eloquent person has written before me,

there is still some good in this world mister Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

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DIALOGUES

Fandom: Scum Villain Self-Saving System, Mo Dao Zu Shi, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Pairing: Moshang, 3 tumors, ShuiLing, SongXiao

Rating: Variable

Summary:

1) “We need to talk about what happened last night.” [3 tumors, M]

2) “Love is overrated” [ShuiLing, E]

3) “I’ve missed this” [SongXiao, G]

4) “You’re trembling” [Moshang, T]

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Fills for the dialogue prompts I did on twitter! Warnings and tags are in the individual chapters.

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A KISS

Fandom: Scum Villain Self-Saving System, Mo Dao Zu Shi, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Pairing: Moshang, Wangxian, Bingmo, Bingqiu, Qijiu, Bingliu, Hualian

Rating: Variable

Summary:

... to give up control [Moshang, E]

... in relief [Wangxian, T]

... in a rush of adrenaline [Bingmo, T]

... to gain something [Qijiu, G]

... in public [Bingqiu, G]

... to distract [Bingliu, E]

... to shut them up [Bingqiu, E]

... to distract [Hualian, G]

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Fills for the kiss prompts I did on twitter! Warnings and tags are in the individual chapters.

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LOVE WITH URGENCY (BUT NOT WITH HASTE)

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Pairing: WangXian

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Wei Wuxian loves his husband, and he also loves his passion between the sheets.

Sometimes, however, he feels like Lan Wangji's lack of self restraint in the bedroom is preventing them from exploring more interesting and varied things. There's a limit to how many times he can enjoy being pounded for hours in the same position, after all!

One day, he decides to takes matters into his own hands.

Wei Wuxian pants harshly, unable to hold back his moans. He knows he shouldn't be this loud, that it’s late and Lan Qiren lives not that far from the Jingshi - but he can’t help himself, especially when he knows what his shamelessness will bring him.

And, in fact, Lan Wangji’s hands grasp his hips tighter, press him down into the hardness inside him with a strength that sends a thrill of excitement down Wei Wuxian’s spine.

“Don’t,” Lan Wangji exhales between gritted teeth, panting harshly, “Be so loud.”

Wei Wuxian’s only response is to moan louder. He almost wants to laugh when his husband snaps and folds him nearly in half, shutting him up with a deep kiss.

His sounds are swallowed with an intensity that never fails to get to him. Lan Wangji in bed is a wonder, so different from the collected picture the world gets to see and yet, at the same time, just the same man that Wei Wuxian came to love so utterly and completely. He is particularly smug that this unrestrained side of his Lan Zhan is something meant for his eyes only. He is also particularly proud of how easily he can coax it out of him.

SOFT AS NIGHTFALL'S GLOW

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Pairing: NieLan

Rating: Explicit

Summary: There’s something sacred about early mornings. Nie Mingjue And Lan Xichen intend to put theirs to good use.

Lan Xichen in the morning is a beauty to behold.

Not that he isn’t usually, because the first jade of Lan attracts attention in any environment - but there’s something about the way the soft light gently washes over his complexion that is simply mesmerizing. Even for a man like Nie Mingjue, whose fields are not art and poetry, when Lan Xichen lazily opens his eyes and gazes up at him from his lap, he feels like the air in his lungs just vanishes.

He is softer, in a way. Less controlled, less a sect leader, and more a man. Nie Mingjue knows that Lan Xichen treasures the time that they can only share behind closed doors from the way he tries to prolong it, allowing his rules and routines to slip.

Warmth wells up in his chest at the thought.

“Mingjue-xiong.” Lan Xichen greets in a sweet murmur as he stretches with a grace that shouldn’t be humanly possible. Nie Mingjue can’t really help but trail his eyes down the expanse of his chest to where the loosely tied robe shows the white of his thighs. He doesn’t really have a reason to hide it either, and so he is not surprised when Lan Xichen’s lips stretch into an amused smile.

NOCTURNE

Fandom: Scum Villain Self-Saving System

Pairing: Moshang

Rating: Explicit

Summary: There’s a legend among the people of the north that speaks of a she-wolf that once saved a child, and gave birth to a babe of her own that was neither human nor animal - but both. The northerns still whisper of the lineage and pay tithes in their honor.

Shang Qinghua thinks it’s an intriguing enough tale, and plans to use it as the basis for his latest story. When he decides to enter the northern forest in search of inspiration, however, he gets more than he bargained for.

Shang Qinghua cursed loudly for the tenth time in less that five minutes. This was not the time to be thinking about the best way to use old legends for his latest tale! He had far more urgent problems to solve! Like, for example, the fucking blizzard that had surprised him in the middle of the goddamn forest.

He had thought this was a good idea, at the time. It should have been simple: go to the woods, walk around a little bit during the day, wait for inspiration to strike, write down all that came to mind. Easy. Clean. Except he had gotten too caught up in his thoughts. And the next thing he knew, the sky was dark and snow was falling like crazy, covering the tracks he had left up to that point.

In short, he was lost.

Where we belong

Fandom: Mo dao zu shi
Pairing: WangXian
Rating: general
Summary: Wei Wuxian was not expecting any strange news when he went to the orphanage that morning.
He was certainly not expecting to meet a man he had last seen when they were seventeen.And now Lan Wangji is apparently going to adopt a child… is the world ending or something?

“A-Xian, A-Xian!”
Wei Wuxian laughed, managing to take less than a step into the building before being completely blocked by an army of happily chattering children. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, kicking the door shut behind him. “Calm down, you little demons. Let me take off my jacket at leee– aaa -”
He was suddenly and mercilessly tackled to the ground by the combined efforts of a couple of the older boys and the absolutely vicious girl that had grabbed his legs. They fell in a heap of limbs and giggles, Wei Wuxian exhaling an exaggerated ooof just to make a point , spreading his arms on the pavement as if he were defeated after a great and long battle.
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Cold frost and gentle breeze [snippet n 2]

Fandom: Mo dao zu shi
Pairing: Song Lan/Xiao XingChen
Setting: After Yi City arc

Months went by in a similar fashion. He walked, he hid, he went wherever rumors told him there was trouble to offer his help. Somewhere along the line, he started talking to the souls.

They weren’t real words, of course, since he had no tongue to utter them; but he formed the thoughts in his heart, hoping they would reach them against all odds.

He talked to his best friend most of all.

I wish we had more time, XingChen. I wish I hadn’t been so harsh at Baixue’s temple. You didn’t deserve my words and still you gave me your eyes. I wish you hadn’t taken those words to heart and left immediately after. I wish the first thing I saw after opening my new eyes was your face, and not that of your teacher.

Sometimes he thought it was an exercise in futility. Could he even hear him? But during long nights spent alone he didn’t have much else to do except think, and regret, and hope.

It took almost a year of wandering before he felt the difference. Song Lan had lost count of the corpses he had put to rest, the beasts the had fought and the spirits he had exorcised; somewhere along the line everything had fallen into a sort of dull routine. A-Qing’s soul had not stirred anymore the way it did with the cow but still, somehow, after some months it felt a little bit more whole. Song Lan was not surprised that Xiao XingChen’s was far too broken to be mended by just a few, random night hunts.

Except that morning, when Song Lan was inspecting the pouches to make sure nothing was amiss and they were still in perfect conditions, something felt different. His best friend’s soul felt more present, somehow. If before it was a jumbled mess of pain and splinters, now it felt… more orderly.

A tremendous surge of hope and happiness almost knocked Song Lan out of his feet, and he had to kneel on the ground, too overwhelmed for anything else.

Xiao XingChen!

After so long, it almost felt like a dream. Too good to be true. But there it was, the indisputable truth of the change that had happened somewhere along the line. A minuscule one, but a change nonetheless.

Current Mood: accomplished

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Cold frost and gentle breeze [snippet]

So guess who came back to writing, mh?

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi
Pairing: Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan
Set: at the end of Yi City arc

“What do you intend to do afterwards?”

Song Lan wrote, “Roam this world with Shuanghua. Exorcise evil beings alongside XingChen.”

How strange. He thinks that, had he been still alive, he would have felt his gut actually twist painfully, his breathing become more labored with grief. As it stands, only the phantom sensation remains, an intellectual sort of pain that can't find any release. How good are his eyes - Xiao XingChen’s eyes - when he can't even weep for his best friend?

After a pause, he continued, “When he wakes, say I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault.”

This was what he couldn’t tell Xiao XingChen before he died. This was the only thing that counted.

When he wakes. Was that even possible? But then, what else remained in his hands if not hope?

Surprisingly, it was Hanghuang-jun who broke the silence. “We will care for the body”

A faint shadow of surprise passed within Song Lan’s eyes. Even the Yiling Patriarch seemed startled by the sudden words, even if not as much as the disciples still huddled together in a corner. There was a not-so-faint whispering coming from them, but Song Lan’s attention was far more captured by the exchange taking place before him. Lan Wangji’s gaze shifted to Wei Wuxian as if attracted by a magnet, somehow sensing his unvoiced question.

Ah, thought Song Lan, recognizing the same way his own gaze would naturally follow Xiao XingChen’s gentle features back in way happier times. So that's how it is. How curious.

Current Mood: hopeful

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the great tumblr migration

Let's try this.

So, well. Hello people, I guess.
The Great Tumblr Migration has apparently begun and I'm going to create a little nice corner for me in every alternative platform. I'm mostly following my favorite authors wherever they go, but I will try to be more active - with comments and, who knows, possibly my own work too.

See you, space cowboys.