#halcyonlight

[bumblebyficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature

Summary: Blake smiles, and it’s one of the saddest things Yang’s ever seen. “I’m pretty sure we know each other in other lives. And not just one or two. I think we’ve been together many, many times.”

And Yang, who doesn’t believe in any of these things, who makes fun of ghost stories and astrology and crystal balls, looks Blake right in the eye and says, “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

[lucytara]

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[bumblebyficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature

Summary:  It all rushes back at once, a blur, a hurricane: the way Yang touched her, the way it ripped the universe apart, the way she lit a match and caught their lives on fire. There’s no going back from this. Blake doesn’t even want to think about the possibility. 

[This takes place during my other fic, The Weight of Memory, when Yang & Blake are in college. You don't need to have read it :) ]

[bumblebyficrecs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature

Summary:  They do need to talk, they definitely do, about roughly a million things; about those long moments by the waterfall, their hair damp with sea spray. About their sidelong glances in the airship. About the way their hands lock together automatically now whenever there’s any slight sign of uncertainty, about the first night in Atlas when they fell asleep side by side on the couch, Blake’s head resting gently on Yang’s shoulder. Tension coils in Yang's stomach. 

They have all the time in the world to talk.

[pbandjcrew]

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