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how to be a heartbreaker by sweetlolixo
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
27 Sep 2020
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“Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced.
He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening.
He fell for it.
A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel.
“Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?”
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1. It took Wei Ying a while to get it; and when he did, he couldn’t believe it. There were men out there who were willing to pay for purely companionship, men who wanted pretty young things to talk to and have dinner with every now and then, men who wanted to feel good for being able to take care, financially, of those in need… like Wei Ying.
Wei Ying was—is—attractive. He knows this. He’d grown up with money, the Jiang’s money, but money nevertheless. He grew up knowing how to take care of his skin, how to dress himself well, and how to carry himself in the most flattering manner possible. Wei Ying knew all the right things to say, all the different ways to flirt, all the fleeting touches he needed to give—all just to worm himself into the good graces of whomever was his target. Most importantly? He knew the in’s and out’s of their world. Men that had millions in net worth didn’t only want pretty things; they wanted someone who appreciated their interests, the issues they talked about, the things that engaged their minds and effectively, their heart. Wei Ying was the whole package. He could be incredibly vapid if they wanted him to be, serving up to them someone they needed to actively coddle and spoil; but he could also indulge them as they talked about their problems at work, soothe their worries, and provide them an understanding that they couldn’t find anywhere else.
And so when Wei Ying called up that man that very night, it’d set him down a path he’d never expected to go down.
But damn if Wei Ying wasn’t good at it.
2. Wei Ying almost spits out his drink. Now he’s not so sure if Lan Zhan is well caught up on the inner gossip of their world, and if he’s truly oblivious to the social repercussions of associating himself with Wei Ying.
“Well, then you must have plenty of other people to talk to,” Wei Ying averts his gaze, trying, valiantly, to usher his old friend elsewhere. If Lan Zhan isn’t in the know, then he can’t subject Lan Zhan to being involved in crude gossip with the Jiangs. “You don’t have to concern yourself with little old me.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan calls again, this time more urgently, like he’s afraid Wei Ying will step away—and step out of his life forever. He pulls at Wei Ying’s wrist, tugging it for measure. “Wei Ying, I know.”
Wei Ying flashes him a hot look. “You know what?”
“Your family,” Lan Zhan whispers. There’s horror in his eyes, as if he can’t believe the things that have befallen the shorter man. Wei Ying can’t bear a second look. “Wei Ying, it doesn’t matter. I was going to call you as soon as I could, regardless. I didn’t expect…”
He didn’t expect Wei Ying to turn up to this event and still show his face to everyone, after all that transpired a year ago.
3. Wei Ying knows he can’t be greedy; not off the bat. He knows how to act coy in these situations, he knows he has to beat around the bush to get what he ultimately wants. Men love the chase; they don’t like it when you get too demanding, or when you tell them exactly what to do. It’s a delicate game of tug-and-pull, and Wei Ying has become fairly expert at it. You bait them with your stories and get them to pity you, the way you need them to, and then entrap them at the height of the moment where they get to feel like they’re heroic. Like they’re your saviour.
As if they could ever save you.
“Lan Zhan, I really can’t ask for too much,” Wei Ying stutters out, knowing the uneasiness he conjures up on his face will do just the trick[...]
Lan Zhan soothes an anxiously rambling Wei Ying, a hand running down his back. Wei Ying doesn’t miss the fact that Lan Zhan takes this very opportunity to feel up Wei Ying’s long hair. Oh, his dear Lan Zhan. He takes and takes and blindly assumes Wei Ying won’t realise just how much he’s savouring him, in whichever way he can. It all makes Wei Ying a tad bit smug. Perhaps Lan Zhan is just as predictable as all the other men.
4. Never even heard from him once, not even to reach out and lend some help to him and his siblings. Wei Ying would be lying if he said he didn’t harbour a grudge because of that. None of their supposed long-standing business and familial alliances had reached out to them in their time of need – ostracised them, even – and Wei Ying will always remember it. The rich have always been particularly selfish. And even if Wei Ying was like that once, that didn’t mean he would excuse their cruelty.
“Xichen-ge,” Wei Ying calls out sweetly, just like how he used to in the old days. He loathes him now, but previous facades still have to hold. He’s still heir to the Lan family business, and Wei Ying… Wei Ying currently has nothing. Wei Ying is, in fact, currently leeching off his younger brother, which is a whole other matter altogether. He can’t imagine Lan Xichen will be happy to know about it.
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Of the Northmost Winds and Skies by xxiiyu
Fandoms: Rise of the Guardians (2012), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)
25 Aug 2020
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It's the first winter after Pitch's defeat. Jack is happy, he's not alone anymore, and his memories are gradually returning. But when a treasure hunt gone wrong puts Jack and Jamie in danger, flinging them through time and space, they find themselves on an island neither of them have heard of before. Jack's first priority is to get Jamie home safe, but Berk's inhabitants - human and otherwise - are certainly not making it easy.
Knowing they will leave Berk and the Vikings behind as soon as they know how to, Jack is not going to risk the pain of growing close to any of these people (or dragons, for that matter). But Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, wearing his heart on his sleeve, doesn't seem to want to take the hint.
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1. Jack was amazing with kids. Hiccup didn’t know how or why, but no matter what those rowdy kids said or did, Jack knew how to respond. Even if there were seven kids surrounding him, all asking questions, all clamoring for his attention – maybe aside from Jamie, who was in the spotlight together with Jack – he managed to include everyone. And if one of the kids did something bad – like asking an inappropriate question or fighting with each other – Jack knew exactly what to do to distract the kids and make them laugh again.
It was some kind of miracle. Hiccup couldn’t help but stare, and so did Gustav and the twins; none of them had seen anyone able to control so many Berkian kids at once, and with such ease too.
2. Jack was smiling as well – which he did most of the time, but there was almost always a kind of elfishness about it that put Hiccup on edge. This smile, however, was kind and approving. Hiccup only saw it for a second, before Jack grinned at Jamie, ruffling his hair.
So now another thing was clear: Jack was strange, mysterious and often off-putting – but his love for children was genuine and pure. Hiccup found it hard to mistrust someone like that, even with all his other bewildering characteristics.
3. Behind the desk, leaning his head in his palm, sat North. He looked nothing like himself – almost as bad as he had at Pitch’s peak of power last Easter. Old and tired and gray, his brows furrowed in way that suggested he had a bad headache. His eyes looked puffy, suggesting… [...]
“North?” he tried, his voice weak.
North stirred but didn’t open his eyes. Instead, he ran a hand over his face, muttering something in Russian.
“North!” Jack repeated.
North jumped to his feet in alarm, his eyes flashing wildly. Then they settled on Jack, and his face went slack. “Jack?” he whispered.
Jack was a bit stunned himself, to say the least. “What—” he started, but didn’t get any further before North almost stumbled towards him. Jack expected a bone-crushing hug but was instead met by the chilling and familiar feeling of being passed through.
They both staggered back. Jack looked down on his hands, his breath catching in his throat. No—no, no, this wasn’t happening—This couldn’t be happening—
“Jack,” North said, making Jack’s eyes snap up to him again. He was holding up his hands, like he was trying to calm down a cornered animal. “Is okay, is okay – calm down.”
Easy for you to say, Jack wanted to spit, but he couldn’t find his voice. Instead, he held North’s gaze. And North held his. North could see him. At least he could see him.
“What—what’s going on?” Jack managed after about a minute of heavy breathing.
“I should ask you that,” North said, and to Jack’s horror, his voice quavered. His hands hovered in the air, like he wanted to reach out. Jack’s chest constricted painfully. “Jack, we—we thought—Where are you? What happened?”
“Is this real?” Jack asked weakly.
“Yes! It is real!” North said, happiness lighting up his face for a moment, but it faded all too quickly. He struggled with his words for a moment, before sinking to his knees to get on Jack’s eyelevel. “You and Jamie, you…you disappeared. And now, you…Jack.” His eyes flickered upwards for a moment. “You are human.”
4. “She’s real?” Jack asked. “You’ve heard of her?”
A ticking clock appeared in the sand, followed by an X, and another question mark. Jack frowned.
“She disappeared?” he asked.
Sandy nodded, his expression grim.
Jack looked down at his hands. A spirit disappearing wasn’t anything new. If not only the believers, but also the spirit’s story faded into obscurity, as would the spirit. It made another possibility slither uninvited into Jack’s mind…the reason for why he’d never heard of Berk or the Barbaric Archipelago, or why dragons were no more than a legend.
A spirit would fade for good if there were no more people to remember its story.
The Archipelago is a dangerous place, Hiccup had told him.
5. “He’s been bunking over ever since we got back,” he said. “Been actively winning my dad over the whole time. He’s probably asleep now, though.”
Jack stared at him. Then he let out a relieved laugh. He ran a hand across his face and nodded. “Of course he would,” he murmured.
Hiccup was still smiling at him when Jack dropped his hands to his lap. “Yeah, he’s…hard not to like,” he agreed. “I doubt he’s even aware how much he’s been aiding your case just by pestering dad with all his questions. I get a feeling Stoick’s missed having someone look at him with such wide, awestruck eyes when he tells stories about his adventures.”
As someone who’d been on the receiving end of that awestruck look multiple times, Jack could only sympathize. He smiled a wobbly smile.
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Leon was still in Poland when he received his transfer orders.
Hunnigan washing her hands of him entirely should have stung, maybe, but he was drunk enough that the words in the email blurred together – drunk enough that the prospect of being foisted off onto a new handler didn't quite cut him to the bone. It just left a bruise he’d be able to poke at, later, when he could feel the ache.
June of Doom Day 2: Rules
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1. "Bad news," he said, bracing himself against the wall. "That's not gonna work."
Walker let out a short, sharp breath. "Okay. What do you need?"
"Time?" Leon said, with a rueful laugh. "You got any of that laying around?"
"How much?"
Leon limped over to the window, taking stock of where he was. He ran the numbers in his head, taking into account his reduced speed, and the potential of encountering anyone else, and trying to find the data he'd been sent to retrieve in the first place. "Four hours," he said after a moment. "Got a good idea of where the data is. As long as there's no complications–"
"I can buy you an extra hour," Walker interrupted, and Leon blinked as he limped his way out of the room. He hadn't actually expected Walker to find him time – the Air Force tended to get pissy when their air strikes were fucked with.
"Yeah? What did that cost you?"
Walker laughed, a low, warm rumble in Leon's ear. "Don't worry about it," he said, and Leon was almost convinced that it wasn’t a big deal at all. "Just get yourself to extraction in one piece."
"Myself, and the data."
"You remember what I said about testing your luck, Leon?"
"Relax," Leon said. "I've got plenty of time."
In the end, he made it out of the village with the hard drive he'd been sent in for, with two whole minutes to spare before the place was wiped off the face of the map.
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Five Dogs, One Cat by ryfkah
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
19 Jul 2020
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If you’ve ever believed me in anything, believe I want what’s best for Jin Ling, the first line of the letter reads.
Jiang Cheng has to stop and take a moment before he continues on to the next line:
You must come to Carp Tower as soon as you can and lavish praise on the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen.
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1. Now Jin Ling is practically an adult, more or less a sect leader, and his uncle Jin Guangyao is dead. Jin Ling is perfectly aware that this is richly deserved. He’s really come to terms with the whole thing. It would be incredibly stupid, just complete and total nonsense, to start bawling like a fucking baby because he has to pick out a fucking guest gift by himself.
Nonetheless, because apparently he really is just that incredibly stupid, that’s what appears to be happening.
“Whoops,” says Wei Wuxian, who is currently his absolute least favorite uncle (not counting the ones who are dead), since his stupid teasing question is what set this whole thing off.
2. There hasn’t been a dog at Lotus Pier in more than twenty years. He’d never planned to keep dogs here ever again. The reasons, as usual, do not bear examining. “What were you thinking? How is this considerate? Did no one teach you that you ask a person before you gift them a living animal that takes a lot of time and money to –”
Sweet Bun, tiring of his boots, lifts his wet nose up to sniff Jiang Cheng’s hand, and Jiang Cheng breaks off in startlement. His fingers brush against the dog’s short, soft hair.
“My uncle –” Jin Ling swallows, then jerks his chin higher still. “My uncle Jin Guangyao didn’t ask me if I wanted a dog, when he gave me Fairy. He just saw that I was upset, and he thought Fairy would make me happier. And he was right.”
Jiang Cheng is absolutely not going to engage on the absurd idea that Jin Ling thinks he needs cheering up like a fucking seven-year-old. “Your uncle Jin Guangyao,” he says, shortly, “murdered many, many people. So maybe not the best example.”
He regrets it almost as soon as he’s said it, but Jin Ling doesn’t crumble. “I know!” he retorts. “But he also knew etiquette better than anybody else! He wouldn’t have given me a dog if it wasn’t an appropriate gift, so!”
3. Hanguang-Jun looks at them for a long, long time. Then he says one word: “No.”
[...]Why should juniors be shamed for something their elders have already done? Jingyi hoists the puppy higher on his shoulder and says, loudly, “This really isn’t fair. Hanguang-Jun, you have all those rabbits –”[...]
If Sizhui apologizes for something, it means he knows he was really in the wrong. “What?” Jingyi demands. “What is it? What did I miss?”[...]
“Dogs can’t be in the Cloud Recesses,” he explains, softly, “because it would be disrespectful to a person who’s been invited to make his home here, and can’t be comfortable around them.”
Light dawns. “Oh, shit,” Jingyi says. “Senior Mo.” Then, feeling Hanguang-Jun’s eyes boring into him: “Shit, I mean Senior Wei. I mean – this disciple apologizes! Profanity is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses! I’m aware!”
4. “A home where Jingyi could perhaps visit, from time to time, and be sure it was being treated well?”
Hanguang-Jun’s face softens very slightly, in the way it often does when Sizhui is being especially Sizhui-ish. He considers them both. Finally, he pronounces his verdict: “A home will be found before Wei Ying returns.”[...]
“Jingyi,” Hanguang-Jun adds, “may care for it until then.”
Whooping is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, and so Lan Jingyi does not do so. But it is a near thing.
5. Wei Wuxian thinks he really should be congratulated for the way the whole situation with Fairy’s puppy turned out. Jin Ling is a young sect leader, new to responsibility; Fairy is one thing, but if he’s always playing with puppies, people won’t take him seriously. (Also, it’s really better for Wei Wuxian, personally, if there’s only one dog at Carp Tower.)
Jiang Cheng, on the other hand – for sixteen years, it seems, nobody’s done anything but take him seriously. It can’t be good for him. And now that Jin Ling’s got to be at Carp Tower so much more, Lotus Pier must seem a little empty.
Ah, it really does make Wei Wuxian’s heart ache a little, to think of Jiang Cheng still alone in Sword Hall after all these years. If that lonely room is filled with dogs, like Jiang Cheng wanted when he was small – well, that’s better, isn’t it? It has to be better.
Also Wei Wuxian doesn’t really want to imagine all the dogs in any detail, so either way it helps him not to think about Lotus Pier so much as he otherwise might. A good thing for everyone!
6. “Don’t pout,” he tells Lan Zhan’s expressionless face. “I’ll only be gone a few days. Play our song every night and make all the children sad by how you’re pining for me.”
“I do,” says Lan Zhan, absolutely unperturbed.
Wei Wuxian explodes in laughter. He really should know better by now than to think he can embarrass Lan Zhan (which doesn’t make it any less fun to to try). “Lan Zhan! Absolutely shameless! Poor Jingyi, how’s he supposed to learn this sort of thing isn’t realistic!”
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“I never went down,” Ratchet said.
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1. “What? Who, what,” the mech said, the words coming on the one-second delay, and then it dropped out as his language processor switched into an actual Cybertronian dialect; an old one, tail-end of the Golden Age old. “What did you—are you another cell? But how did you—they shafted me—” He started patting himself all over, running hands over his limbs like he didn’t believe he was all there[...]
“Another resistance cell,” Loadedge still sounded dazed. “I’m from—” and then he cut his audio off and jerked his head up with sudden wary suspicion. “I was shafted,” he said after a moment. “I didn’t shut down until I was in the recycling level. Nobody could’ve gotten me out of there.” He barked a harsh laugh, looking Ratchet up and down. “Wow, I guess we’ve been annoying the Makers more than I thought? What did they do, mock up this whole place, set you up—well, you can forget it. I’ll dump core before I tell you anything.”
2. “Seriously, you expect me to believe this?” He actually laughed out loud. “Sorry, just—blasting your way in and out of recycling levels, slaughtering whole armies of enforcers—I’m surprised you didn’t just go straight for it and tell me you’re Megatron come to liberate the entire planet.”
Ratchet stared at him. Soundwave paused. Megatron had been about to step away and leave them to it, but he turned back to stand over the mech with a quizzical look on his face. “Liberating the planet wasn’t on my agenda, no,” he said. “How precisely have you heard my designation?”[...]
Soundwave had been listening to him talk with his head tilted. “Megatron,” he said, “Language processing indicates 8.6325 million years of divergence from south-central Polyhex dialect, interpersonal declension dropped. Reversal of divergence indicates original source presumed listener of significantly lower rank. Analysis: Cybertronian speech learned from a high-ranking Decepticon officer.”
3. “Another Decepticon warrior crashed on this planet?” Megatron said. He turned back to Loadedge. “Is he still alive?” he grated out.
Loadedge had turned his head to stare up at the two of them, his mouth hanging open. “But—” he said, feedback distorting his vocal output. “But that’s just—those are stories, Megatron’s not real—”
4. “I spent six weeks looking for survivors in the rubble,” Ratchet said, forcing out the words. “Mostly we just found body parts and scrap, but we kept looking, and digging. And…and I thought…it was strange. It was so strange. Because… we were in the middle of Iacon. Buildings full of Autobots. And I was finding all these Decepticon parts.”
They were all staring at him stricken, totally silent, and Ratchet couldn’t look at them anymore; he couldn’t stand to see his own face reflected in their optics. “I never went down. And I never asked…the cost of the parts I used. We had to do three forms to requisition an extra energon ration for our patients, but we had all the parts in the world. I never asked how. I never went down,” he whispered, and he went and crouched in the dark and put his head in his hands.
5. “What?” Hook paused, about to take another gulp, and frowned at him.
Ratchet shrugged. “I wrote it.”
“You—you—” Hook sputtered out to a total halt and just sat there almost inert for thirty-nine astroseconds, obviously yanking up the full text from deep storage and looking it over, probably diving into the demonstration modules; any surgeon as good as Hook was could easily tell apart the work of other surgeons, and he’d seen plenty of Ratchet’s work in the field to compare to. “You’re Inscriptus of Iacon?” Hook said after a moment. “You’re Inscriptus of Iacon. You’re—but he died, he died at…the Spire…” Hook trailed off, staring at him.
Ratchet looked down at his hands. “Everyone else in my neurotrauma ward died that day,” he said softly. “The other surgeons, the staff, the patients…I dug most of them out myself. And the hospital was destroyed. So after the search for survivors wound up, I went to Central Command and asked to be sent to an active battle zone as a medic. They wouldn’t do it. They tried to put me on some council of technical advisers. So I headed to an outpost on the front directly and gave the name Ratchet. He was one of our orderlies. Got used to it pretty soon. It feels more like my name now than the old one.”
6. “We’re done discussing this idiotic subject,” Megatron said.
“Whatever you say,” Ratchet said, although he had to call it down the hallway after Megatron’s retreating back[...]he’d eat his hydrospanner if Optimus didn’t end up having to come here. And quite possibly having to chase Megatron around the galaxy for a good ten thousand years trying to shove the Matrix into his chest. But Ratchet had a lot of faith in Optimus’s resolve. He laughed softly again as he bent back down over the module’s circuitry: he was happy, because his war, his endless war, was over.