emotional phantom limb

something about dexter hwang had left fitz unmoored

[fitzdex]

the sore sorrow felt everywhere ―

sania. she/they. xvii. main @lanzhans.

interests.

characters ― fitz, tam, biana, linh, keefe, dex, sophie, marella

ships ― fitz x dex, keefe x tam, linh x marella

platonic ― all pairings

― but there were so many cracks now.

[fitzdex]

obsessed w fitzdex as paralleling lizziedarcy...fitz confessing, ripe w embarrassment & being so sincere but sounding like an ass anyway...dex who kind of had feelings but got annoyed & hurt by fitz...however. dex seeing the incredible kindness within fitz that he hides away from everyone. do u see the vision

[stinasbaldhead]

deck and fotz

[gardeniasonthetileee]

i used to like both dexiana and tiana… but now tam and dex both scream gay to me. like they are either gay or aroace because i just can’t see them liking women. dex MAYBE. but tam.. bffr that boy does not like women. dex liking sophie was comphet, it’s canon that deep down in his heart he didn’t really like her. he was probably just jealous of sophie and fitz. (he wanted fitz instead) tam has a crush on keefe. that’s basically canon atp. he canonically has a gay panic when keefe is ab to take off his shirt. case closed. they’re gay.

[lemontarto]

fedex racer au except dex is a mechanic that tries 2 sabotage fitzs car cause fish is an asshole, gets caught and they have a long tedious rivalry when they are forced to get along in order to stay & eventually Grow feelings

[an-ungraceful-swan]

Ahem may I suggest Detz au where Fitz is the prince in exile and dex is assigned guarding him? And fitz has a cool assholeish exterior and dex resents him and his job but slowly they build up an unlikely friendship and they grow close and- *trails off incomprehensibly*

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Dex and Fitz, Fitz and Dex. Born to perfection and born to ruin. Born to a whole and born to a hollow. A little sister, and older brother, always who look at him in envy. Three younger siblings with wide eyes, always who laugh at him and laugh with him and exist with him. Goes into the world as golden, as a light, on a pedestal as tall as the sky and the only place to go is down. Goes into the world to snarls, to jeers, to hate and thorns and the only thing to do is snap back. Hears people whisper how perfect he is. Hears people whisper how he shouldn’t exist. Born to secrets and gilded frames and born to discrimination in a world who failed to tame his whole family. There’s no reason to worry, there’s nothing wrong, everything is perfect, says his father. This world is wrong, wrong, you’re right, it’s wrong, and I will stop it, says his mother. A smile plastered on to hide the scratches and bad things. A glare plastered on to hide the soft and vulnerable things. He’s been taught young it’s never enough. He’s been taught young it’s never enough. Love me, he asks to his parents, and only gets a list. Love me, he asks to the world, and only gets another wound. His sister comes home and her smile is subdued because that’s how she keeps it from cracking, because they’re not allowed to crack. His siblings come home and their eyes get more wary because they’ve learned the world hates them. Hands that should be perfect with more scars than makes sense, from secret missions he never understood and battles he doesn’t understand. Hands that were never expected to be perfect, with carefully treated burns from alchemy and battles he understands all too well. They meet in the dark when no one can see and look more similar than they’d expect.

Dex and Fitz, Fitz and Dex. Perfect and wrong and broken and whole and smiling and glaring and laughing along, with hands entwined in dark places where worlds meet and whispers echo: Don’t let go.