Nice x Lin Ling meet cute on a Nice Fan Call 💕 outline
some heroes are like kpop idols who host fancalls for charity, funds, etc. As part of treeman, Nice and Moon do some fancalls for charity and their own trust values.
A known fact, Nice and Moon are a couple.
Another fact, Lin Ling loves Moon.
Nice is okay— that was Lin Ling’s opinion on the perfect hero.
A raffle for a chance of winning a 5 minutes fan call with Moon (or Nice!! Lin Ling does not care.)
His co-worker gives him a winning raffle ticket—
It’s Nice. Why can’t it be Moon!?
Lin Ling suffers, the call happens, Lin Ling suffers.
Lin Ling wins the raffle again, another fan call with Nice.
Nice: ^_^ It’s you again! What a coincidence that fate keeps on bringing the two of us together!
Lin Ling: … (SAVE ME)
They talk and Lin Ling ended up trash talking Nice
Nice decided he likes him and the call ends
He wins again. and again. and again.
Nice likes him. He starts to manipulate the raffle to let Lin Ling to keep on winning.
Nice definitely simply wants to talk to Lin Ling and he makes do with the monthly fan calls. (Fans are starting to notice it how the same person for how mang times already is always part of the winning fan calls)
(Nice is too chicken to ask for his number, not so perfect now arent you Nice)
Lin Ling is just waiting for him to ask for his number (unconsciously) (or not heh)
Last meeting
Nice: See you soon again, Lin Ling!
Lin Ling: … sigh
Lin Ling: [Contact Number]
Nice: !
Lin Ling: you could have just asked for my number you know
Nice: (Brain Short Circuits)
Lin Ling: So… text me, Nice.
Lin Ling breaks down and overthinks until he received a message from an unknown number
I wanted to write smth for a long time and TBHX saved me TT. This is just a premise of what i’ve cooked up HOPEFULLY I FINISH IT IF ITS GOOD ENOUGH???
Photographer Lin Ling x OG Nice
Timeline is before Episode 1 and before Nice is ‘popular’.
Warning: Kinda graphic?? and dark
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Lin Ling is a well known photographer with his alias, The Commoner. While the notes he left with his photographs scream nothing but solace and loneliness, he was never seen by the public. Not a single strand of hair, not a shadow was seen from the man. He was just a photographer who became famous by chance and took off from there with his unsettling but striking photographs.
The darkness of an alley with painted dark red on its floors and walls— a stench of death flows in the aisle. The ruins of a fight between a Hero and a Villain, debris and dust fill up a once bustling place. A shaky photo of a person in white, a snap to be let off his fingers, on top of a rooftop. Photos that could be taken by anyone, an ordinary person, a commoner and these were taken by The Commoner, Lin Ling.
However, in the brink of a moment, he was suddenly gone. Radio silence from all his social media, not a single post in sight. Only his photographs remained, was it a form of memorial? Silence from a known guy whose reputation was someone obsessed with photos— strange.
Time has passed since The Commoner’s disappearance but Lin Ling still exists. Photography is his everything, there was nothing that meant more than his photos. He stands, angles, and shoots— a practiced sequence he perfected over the years. Yet, his camera weights like a ton of bricks on his neck, the spark that kept him going lays dormant in his chest. There was nothing to photograph, nothing extraordinary, inspirational, adrenaline rushing, blood curling, and dread inducing. Just emptiness, in his heart and hands.
It kept on going until this instance. He walks on an alleyway in the calmness of the night. The alley is completely dark and screams nothing but a crime waiting to happen. Nonetheless, this was the only way for Lin Ling to reach his apartment and it isn’t his first rodeo on these dangerous streets (his photographs say so).
Rustle.
Lin ling slows his steps as his eyes look in different directions in the alley. He hears rustling, deep inhales of breaths, and an occasional gurgling. He clutches his DSLR camera to his chest, if he’s getting robbed, one thing he will never give is his treasure (his purpose). He presses himself on the wall before the sudden turn in the alley, listening to the sounds on the other side. The gurgling stops and he feels a shiver run on his spine, his heartbeat speeds up as he feels adrenaline rush into his body.
He feels his heart thumping in his ears as he opens his camera, adjusting the settings to better fit the night. As silence completely settles in the alley, like any sane man, he steps and points his camera with practiced ease on the scene right in front of him.
Click.
A scream— so loud, Ling feels his ears ring and goosebumps form on his skin. Then nothing, only the desperate gurgling sound of death emits from the man laying on filth and the thick red liquid splattered on the ground. Ling had taken the photos, a bloodied fish coming down on a man to ram on his face again. A burst of blood then a splash on the walls, on the floor, and the once pristine white clothes of the assaulter.
Why was he not able to smell the blood? Some were already old, some were already dry and clinging on the dumpster right beside the body. He trembles, fear settling in his bones and yet he does not let go of his camera. He presses the shutter.
Snap. Click. Snap.
The man stopped making noises a long time ago. Ling feels a smile creep on his face, realizing the amount of shots he had taken, the most he had in years. He giggles a bit, an emotion he has not felt in years swirling in his chest as he looks at the man in white (red).
He lowers his camera and looks at the blood pooling on the person’s hands and feet. The white hair with specks of blood and the white clothes with splashes of red.
Perfect.
Perfect. It was the only way Lin Ling could describe this man in front of him. His body is built beautifully, sculpted by the most dainty hands who had taken aeons to craft a perfect being. A figure sent from the heavens.
He is beautiful but what strikes him the most is his eyes.
His blue eyes stare at him like his death has come. The swirling feeling in his chest amplifies as those eyes did nothing but pierce through him and his soul. Lin Ling feels his smile grow and his own eyes shining brightly with a new glint. Amazing.
Lin Ling/Wreck… I keep thinking about this if Wreck is still alive after episode 2. Lin Ling (still Nice) and Wreck bonding (? is really bonding when Wreck wants to wrap his hands around LL’s neck while he cries and LL stares at nothing, seeing elsewhere) over Nice. Stuff happens and their relationship builds from guilty acceptance/animosity to reluctant acceptance to awkward friendship to something else they don’t want to name.
Episode 4 happens and what if Wreck is there when LL was trying to get out of the Hero Tower. What if he was there to witness ‘Nice’ leave from Lin Ling? LIKE,, it could go both ways because that was the last semblance of Nice… it will set that Nice is truly gone LIKE!?!?! It means to finally give Nice freedom but can Wreck really do that??? OR Wreck will let LL run and Nice to be gone because he learned to care about LL too or WJDHSH smth… My thoughts are still not complete regarding this I need to organize it I NEED TO WRITE THEM!!!
yes this will be a polycule with wreck/nice/LL how??? well, i’ll figure that out <33
Chapter 1 is up in AO3!! I vomitted this after staring at my docs for hours LWHDHAHA I havent written any fanfic for a few years now. I can’t believe TBHX will pull me out of my hole lol
This was born from a premise I posted a few days ago :3
Stalking hasnt happened yet but it will be there soon 😋 I’ll be updating the tags along the way!!
