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Waiting for Birdsong
Hello all, this is a fic that I wrote for the 18+ Ateez discord server’s “Guess the Author” game in preparation for nanowrimo, for the prompt “Precious”
You can also find it on my ao3 here!
Ship ➳ Yeosang/Wooyoung, could possibly be read romantic or platonic
Word count ➳ 518
Summary ⁀➴
“I get sucked into another universe […] can you confidently say that all of this is real?”
Yeosang wakes up to a world that is no longer familiar to him despite its mundanity and, faced with the magnitude of his loss, begins to question whether the vivid memories he has are real or just an illusion crafted by a lonely mind.
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆ ⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆
Yeosang opened his eyes to a chilling, creeping wind crawling over the bare skin of his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. He sat bolt upright with the feeling of something half-remembered buzzing down his fingertips, his heart dropping like a stone as he recognized the familiar ceiling of his bedroom above him.
His pink checkered pajamas were as clean and soft and vibrant as they had been the night he’d fallen asleep what felt like weeks or lifetimes ago, long before he’d woken up damp and cold in that strange world which existed somewhere between the one Yeosang knew and the one he should have, for all intents and purposes, remained totally oblivious to.
The window was cracked open, allowing a biting draft to blow through the room and throw strange shadows on the walls as his curtains drifted along with the movement of the air. The clock on his bedside table read 3:07 in bright white numbers, because Yeosang had always hated how ominous the red-faced clocks had looked in the deep night.
Everything was- exactly as it should’ve been, and as Yeosang considered that everything he’d experienced in the world of the Other had been nothing but the product of a creative mind lashing out after too long being stifled under his parents’ firm hand, he felt a sorrow so intense that his mind began to cloud over with a numbness that he’d forgotten he knew how to feel while basking under the constancy of Wooyoung’s warm sun.
If it was a dream - then oh, what a sweet dream it had been.
Yeosang closed his water-lined eyes, limbs slumping weakly back into too-soft sheets as the wind made itself a cold home in his chest.
But as Yeosang shifted to lay on his side, moving to hug a pillow close to his chest as some sort of bitter comfort-
Something rustled in the pocket sewn into his pajamas.
Moving slowly, as if the source of the rustling would disappear were he to make too sudden a movement, he sat up again, folding his legs together under the covers and reaching with trembling fingers into his pocket.
His hand met something soft, but firm, and a shaky breath rattled its way out of his lungs.
Yeosang pulled his hand out and found that sitting upon it, silhouetted by the dim moonlight, lay a handful of bright blue feathers, a perfect match for the hope sprouting wings in his heart.
With the delicate blue feathers shaking in his careful hold, more precious to him than anything the natural world had to offer, Yeosang smiled. He knew now, with a confidence etched into his very bones, that this wasn’t a dream - that the memories he shared with Wooyoung were as real as the feathers cradled in his palms, their delicate lines haloed by the white light of his alarm clock.
Wooyoung would find him. Like he always did - like he was always meant to.
So Yeosang would wait for him - for as long as it took.
Wooyoung had found him once… how hard could it be?
"REJOICE, BOYS!" my girl is baaaack!!!
You know, this last episode of Jellyfish Can't Swim in the Night seems awfully familiar...
I was wholly content on just coasting on the Sapphic vibes, but no, they decided to go all in and it's only episode 5. I smell a new favorite show 🥰
happy late valentine's day!
man i miss having more time to draw :')
soooo i heard ova is coming soon???
the vintage sapphics redraw prompt from twt ft caitvi!
So is it just me, or did Vash the Stampede somehow stumble into this episode of Metallic Rogue?
The best way to end 2023 💙❤️
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Wriothesley's fatui priority list:
Make sure the young lady is comfortable
Save that boy from drowning maybe
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The brother will turn up eventually
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The harbringer? Ah right. Tagliatelle or whatever. Idk
dont u ever feel killua is one of those ppl thats agressive with someone he likes bc physical touch
(also "your job is to stay cool and stop me" vibes)