AAAAAAAAH so excited for your svsss fics! Love your characterization of YQY and SJ!
Thank you!!! Here’s a snippet of the TGCF au that unfortunately contains neither YQY or SJ oops:
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Luo Binghe first stared death in the face when he was ten years old. It did not come in the form of sickness, or cold, or starvation. Instead, it wore the face of three ash-grey wolves, snarling at a city boy desperate enough to see if the forest had more food to offer than the cruel people who’d chased him away.
Luo Binghe did not want to die. He needed to go home, to bring his mother (battling her own death, in a tiny bed in a tiny home) food so she’d get better.
But mostly, in that moment, he knew nothing but snarling yellow teeth and blinding panic.
Please, he thought, in the last moments he had, Please.
The yellow gave way to a flash of white, and his vision filled with green.
Green silk, soft and shimmering with gold at its edges. A narrow waist. Long, swaying hair as smooth and dark as a river at night. A plain fan, held with slim fingers.
The fan snapped, flinging the wolves away with a burst of power. One of them hit a tree with a thud; the other two landed in the snow. All three scrambled to their feet with high-pitched whimpers, ears pinned and tails tucked. The man in green shifted, his fan coming up towards his face, and the wolves fled.
The fan closed with another snap, and the man turned to peer down at Luo Binghe. He smiled.
Luo Binghe’s breath caught in his chest. He’d never seen a smile so kind before. It was like sunlight, or a warm bed, or the belonging of home.
“Hello,” the man with the kind smile said, “Are you hurt?”
Luo Binghe hastily twisted his feet under him so that he was kneeling properly and not sprawled on his butt. “This lowly one is safe! Thank you!”
“Ah—!” The man hastily grabbed his elbows and pulled him to his feet. “There’s no need to bow! I was just in the area. Come, come, get up.”
Luo Binghe let himself be tugged to his feet, bewildered. The man had blown the wolves back with nothing but his fan. Surely he was some powerful immortal master? Why was he acting like it was nothing?
“Why don’t you run along home now?” the man asked, opening his fan and idly fanning his face with it. “It’s dangerous in the woods at night, you know.”
Luo Binghe ducked his head. “This one was hoping to find food for his mother.” Uncertainly, he peered up at the man’s face. His expression was difficult to read over his fan, but his eyes were as kind as his smile. “If— If this one may be so bold, could—“ He faltered, steeled himself. “Do you think you could help her? She’s sick.”
“Ah.” Something strange crossed the man’s face. “I’m afraid that’s beyond my capabilities.”
“Oh.” Luo Binghe looked at his feet, trying to hide the way his heart fell at those words. It would be impolite, when this stranger had already done so much to help him. “Then could you teach me how to chase away wolves like that?”
The man laughed. The sound was the golden warmth of summer sun. “Ah, I think you’re a bit too young!”
Shocked—that wasn’t a no—Luo Binghe looked up. “I’ll get bigger!”
“Ahh,” the man said, eyes curved into a smile, “What a cute child.”
Luo Binghe flushed at the compliment. “I will!”
“As big as me?” the man asked, indulgently.
Luo Binghe stuck his chin up. “Yes.”
The man laughed. “Okay, okay. When you get as big as me, I’ll teach you that trick.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes widened. Nobody had ever wanted to teach him anything before. He opened his mouth, but a pale flash of white silenced him.
Another figure stepped out from the trees. He was a tall man, his expression irritated and his white and grey robes closely-fitted. There was a long, elegant sword strapped to his back. “Shen Qingqiu,” he said, voice gruff. Luo Binghe disliked him immediately.
The green man turned towards the newcomer and smiled easily. “Liu-shidi.”
“You can’t just descend every time some random kid needs help,” the man with the sword said.
The green man raised his fan to hide his expression. “I was just in the area.”
The sword man scoffed. “Let’s go.”
Rather than bristling at his rude tone, the green man—Shen Qingqiu, an elegant name for an elegant man—sighed. “Yes, yes, I know.” He turned towards Luo Binghe, who was still watching with rapt attention. “What’s your name?”
“Luo Binghe,” he said immediately, trying to impart that friendly smile to memory.
“Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu repeated, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more. Take this—” He undid the jade ornament at his waist and pressed it into Luo Binghe’s shocked hands. “—and buy some medicine for your mother.”
Unable to help himself anymore, Luo Binghe threw himself to his knees and bowed. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
The wind blew through the trees. When nobody replied, he dared to glance up.
Hi there. Do you take requests? If so, could I request something with Glorfindel and Erestor? I really liked the piece do did of the two of them and the light of the trees. I'd love to see more. 🥰🥺💕
yes, i do! thank you so much!! i posted it just now <3
oh no i just discovered your silm art and it is SO CUTE ahhhhhh! I love your style ❤️❤️
thank you!! a lot of it is um. very old now, but i keep them up because people seem to like them still haha. thank you for stopping by to let me know!!
hi! your tolkien secret santa here :^) hows your december going? i'm preparing my gift to you and thought i'd ask you what is your favorite flower? it might make an appearance in your gift :D
Hello!!! Thank you so much!! My December has been so so busy but I’m very excited for it to finally slow down haha.
I like carnations! Sort of a boring answer but they are my favorites.
