i may think/talk a lot about shiori meeting hiei and practically adopting him (even before he becomes her son in law), but i also REALLY NEED shiori and yukina meeting.
they would be absolutely precious. complete rays of sunshine. they would knit and sew gifts for loved ones together. designing christmas sweaters for everyone. shiori would do yukinas hair. theyd go on shopping trips. so many chats over card/board games. and with their combined powers, they could convince kurama and hiei into doing literally anything with/for them.
god there was really nothing like witnessing in real-time as justin mcelroy was like “here is my character who is a bad person and an idiot and a loner” and his baby brother said “actually he was framed for his crime and he’s smart enough to get recruited on an interdimensional space mission and has a sibling who loves him more than fucking anything so JOT THAT DOWN”
Homesickness is no stranger to her (a familiar ache in her chest, a weight as constant as her very own heart); what is more forgotten is how to cope with it in the moments where it seizes her, a frigid chill that makes of her a wilted flower and pulls her back down into the earth. It is nothing she has not weathered a thousand times in places (a place) far lonelier than this, but in the bustle of midday surrounded by countless people, she finds herself yearning for company. So she wanders, hesitating in front of a certain someone’s door... and then leaves in search of someone else’s office instead.
“Professor Rhys,” Maria begins, one hand resting tentatively on his door. Just the sight of his face (kind and bright, and most importantly not distraught for the sight of her) eases the tension in her heart, and she flashes him a quiet smile. “I was wondering if... Um, it’s very silly, but--”
--but he understands, like she knew he would, and she runs forward to meet him the moment he opens his arms. Hers is a gentle hug, soft and quiet-- not a mask for tears nor a deterrent, but a simple comfort taken in not being quite so alone. For a single moment, she allows herself to gingerly latch onto the fabric of his robe, just as she would hang onto Michalis and Minerva in times long past, or even Miss Lena in memories still fresh.
Then the moment is past, and she lets go, a tinge of bashfulness and tender gratitude gleaming in the depths of her renewed smile.
For the starter prompts: 16. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” - For parental wwx and sizhui please?
[i don’t remember what the prompt list was or what i tagged it but]
“Are you hurt?” Worry laces Wei Wuxian’s tone as he pulls Lan Sizhui to him. One hand grips the young man’s chin, tipping his head to the side.
“No…” Lan Sizhui can’t quite meet his eyes, staring up and to the left.
Silver eyes narrow. A bruise clearly blooms from the corner of his mouth, on his temple. One eyebrow goes up and Sizhui shifts. “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” It could easily have come out accusatory, harsh. Clearly, Lan Sizhui is lying. Clearly, something happened. But he keeps his tone soft and gentle and worried and that’s what breaks Sizhui.
The young man’s face falls and he sighs, shoulders slumping. “It was Jin Ling’s fault,” he insists, pouting.
Everyone insists that Lan Sizhui takes after Lan Wangji, that he has none of Wei Wuxian. So reserved and polite and well spoken. Talented in all the arts and whips smart. They’re all wrong. Lan Sizhui has inherited a Wei Wuxian streak, secretly encouraged by Lan Wangji (and openly encouraged by Wei Wuxian now that he knows him). The pout reads of his father after a single sip of alcohol. But the stubborn, defiant look in his eyes is all Wei Wuxian.
“Jin Ling?” The other eyebrow goes up. As far as he knew, the two of them were on friendly terms. (The seniors affectionately call Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, and Ouyang Zizhen the ‘Junior Quartet’. The best of their generation, bonded together through circumstance and friendship.) “You fought with Jin Ling?” Huh. Seems the brat actually took his advice. But to fight with Sizhui of all people?
The sheepishness falls off Lan Sizhui’s face, replaced with a look of fierce determination. “Of course I did! The things he said- I couldn’t let it stand!”
“Something he said?” Wei Wuxian’s brow furrows. The more he learns, the more confused he becomes. Lan Sizhui takes after his father in that he rarely let insults to his person get to him. Surely, Jin Ling must have said something truly terrible to ruffle Sizhui so. “Do I need to pay him a visit?”
“No!” No, he just- he said some things… about you.” Anger flashes briefly in those silver eyes and Wei Wuxian smiles to himself.
“Ah, A-Yuan! Defending my honor, what a good boy! Hanguang-Jun really did a good job with you.” He throws an arm around the now flushing boy’s shoulders and pulls him close. Lan Zhan really has raised a wonderful kid. It eases the ache in his chest at leaving him. He wishes with all his heart that he could have been there as his A-Yuan grew, but knowing that Lan Zhan raised him kept him safe- He shakes his head to rid himself of the sappy thoughts, presses his forehead to Lan Sizhui’s temple. “You don’t need to fight my battles, my A-Yuan. It’s my job to protect you, not the other way around.”
“But-!”
“No buts!” He bumps his head against Lan Sizhui’s. “Next time, let him run his mouth. If he’s looking for a fight, let Lan Jingyi fight him.”
Lan Sizhui deflates, leans against Wei Wuxian. “Fine, fine.” He doesn’t sound happy but Wei Wuxian trusts he’ll keep his word.
Wei Wuxian squeezes Lan Sizhui to him. “Thank you.
