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One year after the fall of the last mothercrystal, Dion wakes up.
It is not in the way one would think.
(Dion, and the messy path back to himself. Thankfully, he is not left to find it alone.)
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"Whoa," Prompto breathes, coming to a halt. "Guys. Look at that."
Gladio stares. Whoa is right. The beach spread out before them is like a photo from the outdoor magazines his dad used to buy him as a kid: ocean waves lapping in a steady rhythm on the shore, glittering sand that stretches for miles in either direction. The moonlight paints everything in an almost eerie glow; when he crouches down to dig his fingers into the sand, bits of gold cling delicately to his nails.
"Holy shit."
"Beautiful?" Ignis guesses, a little wry, and Prompto and Gladio jolt. It's Prompto who scrambles over, the salt already heavy on Gladio's tongue; Ignis doesn't flinch back when he grabs his hand and presses it to the beach, too.
"It's amazing, Iggy! I--" He falters, and Gladio gets it, because how do you even describe someplace like this? "There's all this sand, it goes on forever! And the water is blue, so blue, like, like..."
"Like Noct's eyes," Gladio hears himself say. Prompto and Ignis turn to him, but he can't look away from the ocean. Just like Noct's eyes.
(It’s not easy, going from four to three. In an unexpected cottage by the sea, Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto have to try, anyways.)
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in wild plums and river willows by SnowshadowAO3
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
29 Nov 2021
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“I should have gone to you,” he sobs to Wei Ying’s ghost, finally speaking the words that have haunted him for half a decade. “I should have been there.”
The words ring in the emptiness of the Demon Subdue Palace. Any possessions once held here have long since been looted or defaced, leaving only black stone covered with smears of red.
Wei Ying’s ghost flickers. He is nothing more than a pale shadow, a human shape that is so incorporeal simply looking from the wrong angle will dissipate him like early morning fog.
You couldn’t. You had your rules. If you had come, they would have killed all of us, he says, and Lan Wangji shakes his head.
“No,” he manages, broken. “No. It does not matter. Wei Ying. I miss you.”
He has never, in any moment, missed anything more.
(Or: a look at thirteen years of love, grief, and hope. And also the ghosts that haunt you.)
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like speaking to my heart by SnowshadowAO3
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
16 Nov 2021
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Wei Wuxian is staring up at the sky, thinking idly about the taste of Emperor’s Smile on his tongue, when Suibian jumps full force onto his stomach and cries, “A-Xian, don’t be mad!”
The sheer force of her pounce knocks the breath out of him. The resulting pause is just long enough for Jiang Cheng, who up to this point has been laying rather peacefully next to him, to shoot up and demand, “Oh great, what did you do now?”
To be fair, the question isn’t exactly unwarranted. Suibian looks an absolute mess: twigs stuck in her fur, dirt smeared across the white fluff of her underbelly. She’s panting up a storm, little heh heh heh gasps that haven’t edged into her normal high-pitched laughter. When her ears press back against her head, she could almost pass for pitiful.
“Bichen hates me.”
Wei Wuxian’s first thought is Why would Lan Zhan’s daemon hate you?, but it’s followed quickly by remembering exactly where he is, how little trouble he’s caused today, and the fact that he hasn’t seen Suibian for a few minutes.
A grin spreads across his face.
(Or: The most important name a cultivator will ever pick isn’t for their sword. It’s for their daemon.)
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paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
10 Oct 2020
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To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.
He comes close, though.
By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.
What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.
“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”
Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.
(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)
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come morning light (we'll be safe and sound) by nikkiRA
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom
08 Jun 2023
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*spoilers for tears of the kingdom*
When the memory is done, Link gathers up all the silent princesses. He might as well.
The thing about being the goddess’ chosen hero, as the one who wields the sword that seals the darkness, as someone who had decided ten thousand lifetimes ago to give his life for the princess of Hyrule over and over and over again—the thing about that is that you become excellent at compartmentalizing.
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11 Jun 2023
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A work exploring Hateno and a makeshift sanctuary.
Her basket's on the table, palms on either side of it. The house dark. Dim.
The door hasn’t closed behind her. Zelda turns her head, peering through windswept hair. Light pours in behind him: his silhouette standing there on the threshold of his own home like a vampire awaiting an invitation. She almost laughs at the sight. The man who cut the Devil to pieces is scared to follow after a woman with a chip on her shoulder? How far they’ve both fallen.
“It’s your house,” she points out.
Permission to enter. He does even though it’s not hers to give. It’s only a few steps, of course. Can’t break the rule. Five feet. Always five feet apart. The door closes.
She wants to break something. An old habit’s under heavy consideration.
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28 May 2023
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I STOP TO SMELL THE BLOOD IN THE TREES AND FOR A MOMENT THE WORLD IS SO BEAUTIFUL IT BRINGS ME TO TEARS by perennials
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
15 Dec 2020
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“Let’s say you’ve been asleep for a hundred years and when you wake up you’ve lost all your memories, but you defeat the big bad monster like you’ve been told to, because a girl told you to, and because you were in love with her. And after defeating the big bad monster she comes back, only she’s not the person she was a hundred years ago. And you’re not the person you were a hundred years ago. And yet every time you look at her, your chest hurts so bad you think you might be dying.”
He looks up from his breadstick. “Am I dying?”
“No,” Beedle says. “I think you’re stupid.”
All roads lead to Hateno.
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Risk of Burn by Meriandra
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
27 Aug 2018
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Three weeks after the fall of the Calamity, Zelda changes her mind.
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26 May 2023
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who is behind you now by desmodus
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
27 Dec 2021
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Felix’s mouth is bigger than it should be, like it’s splitting at the corners. Sylvain looks down the dark interior of his jaw and feels a terror and a resonance. Like standing on the edge of any pit, he recognizes himself in it and fears it the same.
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Beasts, and the people who love them.
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