I love the Yanli/JGY verse so so much, so in the hopes that a prompt might help there be more of it: JGY, being a very observant genius and all, figures out Something Is Up with WWX's core, and since what A-Li wants is to take care of Her People, and because what A-Li wants, JGY will make sure she gets, he and Yanli work together to deal with it?
[Ahhh thank you so much!! Well, THIS went off in a direction I didn’t expect, but thank you THANK you for the fascinating prompt! TW for: canon-typical alcohol use, mention of an injury, heavily implied offscreen self harm, but for a very specific reason? It’s not for self injury/mental health reasons]
[First post in Yaoli/Peony to Lotus!verse]
Wei Wuxian stared moodily out at the sunset drenched lake, sprawled on one of the docks with a jug of liquor cupped in his hand, listening to the cicadas drone far off in the trees, the crickets sing in the grass, the frogs croak in the reeds, the people far across the lake shout and laugh. Everything was so noisy. The clamor used to be such a comfort--and to most of him, it still was, filling him with the warmth of soup and long days in the sun. But there was a new ball of darkness that had tightened a cage around his heart. That sometimes sang in his veins. Reminded him that, in the Burial Mounds, there were only moments of silence and of screaming and that both were equally dangerous.
Reminded him of the unnatural quiet that lived at his core, now. Sometimes, the pitch of the insects would rise to such an edge that it would become too human, become something he had once heard in the darkness. Or uttered himself.
He splashed the alcohol into his mouth, reveling in the burn. At least it wasn’t night quite yet, the last vestiges of bruised purple-blue light clinging to the tops of the trees, brightened by the heavy moon. There were footsteps on the dock behind him, approaching light and even and he paused without turning. Then relaxed.
Jin Guangyao stopped next to him at the edge of the pier, clasped his hands behind his back and looked out at the moon that was held in a thousand little cups of the lily pads, tiny silver coins tucked beneath the lotuses. Wei Wuxian glanced up at him, saw the pleasant, directionless neutrality on his face and sat up with a grunt, leaning his elbows on his knees. He liked the man and his presence--had even grown quite fond of him over the many months he’d lived with them, but right now, he’d rather be alone with the frogs and his drink. He opened his mouth to greet him, but Jin Guangyao spoke first. “I was in the kitchen, just now, and,” he clucked his tongue against his teeth despairingly and turned his arm out with a grimace. “I cut myself by accident. I managed to focus some energy to keep it from bleeding too heavily but I have to admit that I don’t have the same schooling as you all do. It isn’t completely….”
Frowning, Wei Wuxian quickly got to his feet, taking the proffered arm in his hands with a sympathetic hiss between his teeth as he studied the wound. It was indeed not very deep, an irregular crescent on the side of his wrist, but his sleeve cuff had bloody blotches on it and the skin around it was stained with more blood than just this would have produced. “Yowch. Jin-xiong, we should get this cleaned. I can wake the doctor--or where’s shijie--”
“Actually, I was hoping that you could help me, Wuxian.”
It was Wei Wuxian’s turn to grimace. “I don’t know all that much about medicine, I wouldn’t leave this to me.”
Jin Guangyao’s smile managed to be at once anxious and reassuring as he looked away from his injury, finally, and up into his face. “I would think all you needed to do was channel some spiritual energy into it, right?”
The bottom dropped out of Wei Wuxian’s stomach, but he managed to hide the sudden queasiness behind a throwaway smile. “Ah, I’ve never been very good at that--Lan Zhan is much better. If only he were here, eh? Listen, I’ll go get--”
Jin Guangyao’s face fell into a gentle pleading. “Please, it’s so embarrassing; I don’t want anyone knowing I can’t handle a knife properly. We can handle this here, can’t we?”
“Look--”
Jin Guangyao sucked in a quick, protesting breath, but only gazed at him imploringly, eyes round and mouth twisted in discomfort. Wei Wuxian groaned and spun on his heel, dropping back to the dock with a thump beside his jug. “Ah, so particular. If you're so picky, you must not really be so close to dying, huh?” His insides writhed like snakes, his skin alive like a storm on the horizon. He wanted to leave. He wanted to dive into the water and let the silk of it swipe away all the restlessness. Stop forcing it, Guangyao….
For a moment, there was silence above him, then the soft rustle of clothing. Then, Jin Guangyao spoke in a voice very unlike the one he had just used, even and conversational and light. “I have not been able to verify any reports that say Baoshan Sanren's mountain is in Yiling. It's miraculous that you were able to recall so faithfully something from so young an age.”
At this, a surge of cold flooded Wei Wuxian, quickening his heart, tightening his chest and his fingers on the neck of the liquor jug as he looked up at him sharply. “Jin-xiong.”
Jin Guangyao looked down at him with a mild smile. Except Wei Wuxian hadn't had anything to say--he had just wanted him to stop. This wide eyed man was slyer than he had ever given him credit for, damn him. Did he…? Was he…? Fuck. Fuck.
“There has also never been a report of someone recovering after being tortured by Core Melting Hand,” he continued in that same friendly, casual tone and the liquor soaked stone that was Wei Wuxian’s stomach officially plummeted with a sick swoop.
Fuck.
“...Have you told Jiang Cheng?”
“About?”
Wei Wuxian curled a half-scowl and clicked his tongue against his teeth. He was unable to look him in the eye, though he kept him in the corner of his gaze. “You know what.”
“I haven't anything to tell. I'm only mentioning a few interesting details from my studies.”
“Is that so,” Wei Wuxian said, sullenly, flopping back onto his elbows, jaw cocked mulishly even as his fingers flexed and tapped the rough wood beneath him. “So why were you studying it, then?”
Jin Guangyao sighed breezily, rolling his neck once as if to loosen it. “Because you are troubled. Because A-Li worries. Because I have an eye for patterns. Because we are family.” He let that rest a moment before looking down at him once more, eyebrows slightly raised, mouth in the barest of smiles. “Are we not?”
“We are,” he grunted reluctantly. “Though now I regret letting someone so nosy under my roof.”
Jin Guangyao hummed a single, polite laugh in acknowledgement of the non-truth of the statement and allowed the silence to lie a few moments more. And while Wei Wuxian might be a habitual chatterbox, he surely wasn't going to help the conversation he desperately didn't want to have. “I’ve considered it, you know,” Jin Guangyao continued, suddenly, turning back to look out across the lake. “Telling someone. A-Li, Jiang Wanyin. But I thought it best to not...surprise you. Given the state of things.”
Wei Wuxian found his fingers wrapped around Chenqing stuck through his belt, the edge digging into his palm like the slow bite of an implacable serpent as his racing heart sped dangerously. That seeping ache spreading….“Meaning?”
“Wei Wuxian,” his tone was gentle reproval. “You cannot tell me you don't see how A-Li is affected by all this.”
With an effort, he peeled his hand away from the flute, batting down the prickling, caged anger. Cornered. Trapped. He heaved a sigh and sprawled further on the deck, propping his head up on his hand, squirming as if to get comfortable--more to allow the restless energy some outlet and trying to convince this man that this was simply...what? A misunderstanding? Not that big of a deal? Jin Guangyao was proving even now, in front of his eyes, that he was not in any way stupid. “I suppose I should be grateful that she has a husband who dotes on her so,” Wei Wuxian grumbled. “But does it have to be at my expense?”
“I don't know,” he countered lightly. “Does it?”
Wei Wuxian scoffed in exaggerated, dismissive disgust, but said nothing, his stomach roiling. As the silence lengthened, the restlessness grew, the nervous energy was crawling through his limbs like bugs. Why now? This was supposed to have lasted for years. No one else had looked that closely. No one else considered that there might be a reason beyond his own arrogance, his own blind bullheadedness that would lead him to dance with corpses and amulets that tore him up inside. Why did he need to look closer?
Of all the people to see him, why did it have to be him, why couldn’t it have been--?
He snapped off that line of thinking and leaned over, aggressively swishing his hand through the water, splashing it onto lily pads, up the struts of the dock, soaking his bracers. It was still warm from the heat of the day. “And so what are you going to do, then, Jin Guangyao? Because this feels an awful lot like a threat,” he demanded, all at once flipping over and sitting up with a scowl, staring at his calm face. “I don't appreciate being manipulated. Bad things tend to happen.”
“This also feels an awful lot like a threat.” When Jin Guangyao smiled back down at him, nothing noticeable in his face had changed and by all rights should still be classified as pleasant, dimples and all. But there was something--maybe the eyes--that all at once had a weight that was not there a moment ago. And maybe a warning. “Are we threatening each other? I wasn't under the impression that's what we were doing.”
For a moment, Wei Wuxian’s hackles fully rose, that restless darkness housed in his chest eagerly shifting to press against the back of his gaze. No one can make you do what you don't wish to, anymore. There is no one who can force you ever again. There is nothing you cannot do.
As if in response to these private thoughts, Jin Guangyao tilted his head, just so, smile still perfectly affixed, growing no wider and no sharper but now ever so slightly wrong for the length it sustained its unwavering stretch. For the briefest moment, Wei Wuxian’s fingers flexed.
But no. No.
He let out his breath, shoved that darkness back and away, roughly. This wasn't the Burial Mounds where the heat of that rage kept him alive. This wasn't the Sunshot Campaign where such darkness could be harnessed to help. This was wounding. This was danger.
Those things didn't belong in Lotus Pier.
Anger always felt better than fear, but that didn't mean that he had to choose it. Nothing made him turn into a fox gnawing off it's own leg in a trap in a panic. Maybe this was a mercy killing. Maybe this was even...a rescue. He rubbed his face with his palms, letting the tension fully seep out of him until he let himself wilt to the side and sprawl across Jin Guangyao's feet. “Jie-fuuuu. Jin-xioooong, why do you torture me with this? Can't you just leave well enough alone?”
Jin Guangyao huffed out a quiet, amused breath above him and the tension bled out of the night, leaving it cool and sticky once more. Crouching down, the edges of his robe brushing over Wei Wuxian's prostrate form, Jin Guangyao laid a hand on his shoulder. "If it was well enough, don't you think I would?"
"Ugh. You’re terrible."
“Mm,” he merely agreed, indulgently.
Wei Wuxian scoffed and closed his eyes, breathing in the wet, green scent of the lake. He did not want to do this. Not tonight and not any night. “Do we have to do this now?”
Jin Guangyao sighed. “I'm telling you this so you have time to prepare and have some control. But I am not going to keep this from A-Li and she will not keep it from Jiang Wanyin. I wanted to be…considerate.” The mildly thoughtful tone in his voice sort of seemed to imply that there were times he had not been considerate which Wei Wuxian found hard to picture.
He had never seen Jin Guangyao anything but patient and elegant, courteous and nonthreatening. Though, he corrected, thinking of that tacit warning he had just seen in his gaze, maybe that was not entirely true. Maybe this was something he could watch for. If not directed at him and his own, it might even be fun, this unassuming man that had the presence of someone you could fit into your pocket with ease. Perhaps he was a bit sharper than he seemed, in all respects. “I’m drunk. I don’t want to do it now.”
“You’re not drunk,” Jin Guangyao said, easily, a smile in his voice. “It would take something much stronger to get you drunk. Right now, you are numbing. That is well enough. For now. If not tonight, when?”
“I don’t know, I don’t plan things!”
“Perhaps you should. I think you would find the alternative quite unpleasant.” His tone was nothing but knowing sympathy, but the words were quite firm in their message.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.”
“Mm. If you say so.”
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes to glare up at him, his pale face sideways and framed by the stars winking on overhead. His expression was understanding and benevolent and there was no more hint of darkness in his eyes, this man who was outmaneuvering him with annoying deftness. “Don’t be funny. I’m suffering.”
His polite smile grew real and crinkled his eyes at the corners. “I wouldn’t dare.”
Wei Wuxian heaved a huge sigh, and then again for good measure. “I hate this,” he said, voice smaller than he had intended, staring up past his brother-in-law’s face into the vast darkness of the sky. “I hate this.” The anger and restlessness was gone, leaving his throat to swell and his eyes to prickle with helplessness and the brutal fucking unfairness of it all.
Jin Guangyao was silent for a while, eyes hooded and face still, before he fully settled himself on the dock arranging his dark purple robes just so around him, allowing his feet to still be Wei Wuxian’s cushion. “I would imagine so.”
The frogs shrilled their chorus around them as Wei Wuxian sniffed and swiped at the few tears that escaped his eyes, making a run down his cheeks for his ears as he lay, absorbing the thick night air. Jin Guangyao sat beside him, quietly, hands folded in his lap.
“Jiang Cheng is going to hate me,” Wei Wuxian said, finally, voice rough.
Jin Guangyao shook his head, slowly. “Be incensed; yes. Hurt; yes. Feel inadequate and insecure and violated; yes. But Jiang Wanyin does not hate you. Could not, for this. A-Li and I...we will help.”
“I don’t know what the hell to say.”
“I find, if you forgive my immodesty, that I can be very good with words.”
“...I think I’d like that.”
Jin Guangyao smiled. “Whatever you need, Wei Wuxian.”
After a few minutes of frog and cicada and cricket thick silence, Wei Wuxian all of a sudden looked back up at him. “Did you really slice your damn arm open just to prove a point?”
This seemed to startle a laugh out of him and he shook his sleeve back and glanced down at the wound with mild consideration, turning it this way and that. “To confirm a theory, but I suppose the spirit is the same.”
“You aren’t really bad with knives, are you?”
His eyes still on his arm, that smile grew just a bit more sharp and just a bit more knowing. “No. I’m not.”
For shades of grey, now that the boys are teenagers, can we please have NMJ and LXC commiserating over this? Like, Lan Zhan is all, "Xiongzhang, I am having Inappropriate Thoughts and meditation is Not Working, Help," and WWX is all, "Xiongzhang, how did you get a Lan to feel you up? I've tried EVERYTHING" and NHS is thankfully not asking for advice but seems to be running an underground porn ring?? And this is all just A Lot for a poor big brother to deal with?
"Xiongzhang, how did you get a Lan to feel you up? I've tried EVERYTHING" bahaha now I have to write a Cloud Recesses chapter 😂
NMJ: what’d he do now
LXC: well. he... he put on LWJ’s sleep robe and sprawled out in his bed in an attempt to seduce him.
NMJ: and how’d that work out for him
LXC: LWJ does not like surprises.
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NHS: da-ge, the sexual tension between those two is unbearable!! i would like to come home now :(
if you’re going to correctly characterize wen ning, you gotta remember that he thinks rules are for other people. he’s a darling but in a pinch he absolutely does not do as he is told.
basically, if wen ning sees a situation and thinks he can help a friend, no promise or admonishment or threat of punishment will work on him. he’s just like that. wen qing is hilariously resigned to this fact by the time we get around to wen ning stealing medicine from her room to give it to wwx. “wen ning where’s my stuff. who did you give it to. there had better not be another wild animal who ‘looked sick’ in our back garden or i swear to god i will stick acupuncture needles in your skull to make you stay put”
unfortunately sometimes the wild animal who looked sick is a family of war refugees, sorry wen qing!
From the prompt list: the Jin au, sentence 9 or sentence 19?
They’re excellent so I used both, thank you <3
[continuation of this]
“So why did I have to punch that guy?” MianMian asked, shaking her hand out. She accepted her sword back from Wen Qing, who was watching her in surprise and appreciation.
“Because he said something horrible to her,” Wen Ning said anxiously, shuffling uncomfortably in place. “And A-Qing was going to stab him.”
“You didn’t even question it,” Wen Qing mused, looking at MianMian with her unreasonably pretty face. “Just sailed in and knocked him out.”
“Spend enough time with Wei Wuxian and you learn not to bother with questions,” MianMian shrugged.
And speak of the devil-- Wei Wuxian bounded around the corner, calling her name. “MianMian, where’d you run off to? You shouldn’t abandon your friends in-- is that a body?” He sounded more interested than concerned.
“He’s not dead,” MianMian said, about eighty percent that was true. She’d hit him pretty hard.
“Boring,” Wei Wuxian said, losing interest.
“I feel like we need to talk about your life choices,” Wen Qing said, looking between them like she was unsure if she was addressing MianMian or her lunatic sect brother.
“Thanks for sticking me with the bill, assholes,” Jin Zixuan complained as he joined them. “You just abandoned me in the restaurant.”
“MianMian killed someone, that was way more interesting than paying for lunch,” Wei Wuxian said, slumping against Wen Ning, who looked flustered under the attention.
“She what?” Jin Zixuan said, aghast. MianMian was a little offended that he immediately believed Wei Wuxian when she was the only one of them with any restraint whatsoever.
“Again,” she said with exaggerated patience. “He is not dead.”
“He’s going to wish he was when he wakes up,” Wei Wuxian said as he leaned over the motionless creep who’d made a grab for Wen Qing, peering at the spectacular bruise already spreading across his face. “Nice hit, MianMian.”
“Thank you,” she said, pleased.
“Okay, as the only one here with any common sense,” Jin Zixuan said, because he was apparently completely delusional, “I’m going to suggest we leave the scene of the crime.”
MianMian shrugged. “We’d get in trouble at Cloud Recesses, but we’re in Caiyi Town. Who’s here to…” she trailed off as Lan Wangji paused at the entrance of the alleyway, obviously wondering why the hell they were all clustered suspiciously together. “Well, fuck.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said, and that was new. She cast a speculative glance between them, wondering at the sudden familiarity. Maybe they’d get out of this without punishment after all.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian said, thrilled at his arrival. “I didn’t know you were coming today, too! We could have flown down together.”
But Lan Wangji’s gaze fell to the man on the ground. “What did you do,” he asked Wei Wuxian.
“Hey!” Wei Wuxian protested. “It wasn’t me… this time, anyway.”
“This time?” Wen Qing wondered.
MianMian and Jin Zixuan immediately shook their heads. “You don’t want to know.”
“Madam Jin said I could,” Wei Wuxian told them, crossing his arms. MianMian rolled her eyes. Madam Jin’s habit of using Wei Wuxian as a wrecking ball against Koi Tower’s pretentiously polite society was well known by the Jin Sect at this point.
And when certain individuals started plotting against Jin Zixuan, hoping for his early demise… Well, Madam Jin pretty much gave them both free reign to get rid of the threat. They hadn’t had to kill anyone yet, but Wei Wuxian could be terrifying when he wanted.
“You guys get out of here, I’ll distract him,” Wei Wuxian said out of the corner of his mouth. “Lan Zhan! Have a little faith, would you? You see, there are very terrible people in the world, and sometimes they need to be reminded to keep their hands to themselves.”
“He tried to grope Wen Qing,” MianMian said flatly, getting to the point when Lan Wangji appeared to be contemplating a murder of his own. “So I broke his face.”
“You see, Lan Zhan! Technically we prevented a murder today. Wen Qing has needles, you know,” Wei Wuxian said, bouncing forward and invading Lan Wangji’s personal space. MianMian’s eyebrows rose when he didn’t back away, but rather let Wei Wuxian stand inappropriately close and flutter his eyelashes at him like an idiot.
The sexual tension between them was a surprise. Apparently Lan Wangji didn’t hate Wei Wuxian as much as he seemed to. Or maybe that was just his face.
MianMian took advantage of his distraction to slip past them, her bruised hand catching Wen Qing’s to pull her along. Wen Ning shuffled nervously after them, shooed along by Jin Zixuan.
Wei Wuxian’s voice had dropped into something suggestive as he probably whispered something outrageous to Lan Wangji, judging by the Second Jade of Lan’s cherry red ears. MianMian smirked. Good for A-Xian.
“What now?” Wen Ning asked, glancing over his shoulder like he expected Lan Wangji to pop up and drag them back to Cloud Recesses for punishment.
MianMian looked at the others and shrugged, turning back to Wen Ning. “How do you feel about candy?”
“Um,” Wen Ning said, glancing at his sister like this was a trick question. “Positively?”
“Great, let’s go get some then! Come on, Jin Zixuan’s paying,” she said cheerfully.
“Yeah, whatever,” Jin Zixuan said tiredly. She reached over and ruffled his hair, dodging the retaliatory swipe with ease.
“MianMian,” he hissed, scrambling to fix it. “What if Jiang Yanli sees me!”
“Relax. Your betrothed isn’t going to break it off because you have a hair out of place, you diva.” MianMian realized she’d yet to let go of Wen Qing’s hand and glanced at the other girl. Wen Qing stared pointedly ahead, refusing to meet her gaze, but her grip was firm.
MianMian smiled to herself. They’d gotten away scotch free from the scene of the crime, her sect brother might have actually found someone who wouldn’t run screaming at his general everything, and she got to hold hands with a pretty girl all afternoon. Not a bad day, all things considered.
Responses to replies on ‘Are You Here to Stop Me? Part 2′ cause I thought these posted but I put them in drafts AGAIN 🦐
@nighthaunting Ohhhh yes >:) It would have been so cathartic to get in a punch, but it wasn’t part of The Plan. Soon
@gingersnapwolves HOOOO YES, this AU is a constant battle of wanting JGY to just go apeshit on people and wanting him to see people go apeshit for him. And yes, he is going to end up very very dead--JGY is still JGY, after all
@hetrez AHHH THANK YOU I’M SO GLAD 😍😍
@pink-fuchsia THANK YOUUU!
@ablazeandmeandering I’M SO GLAD! :D As a treat! He deserves it! They both do >:)
@flamingwell This made me laugh so evilly pfff I’m glad you...enjoyed it?? :D
@madtomedgar THANK YOUUUU. He’s going to go for maximum humiliation and discredit--I mean, he did insult A-Li, after all. Not just any death will do. Hopefully, he’s going to make it Zixun’s own fault >:)
@stripedroseandsketchpads Yesss! He’s weighed the odds and what he’s heard of Wen Qing and is pretty certain she’ll agree for the sake of her brother and her people. But perhaps it will bloom into something moooore? AHH, I’m so glad!! :D
@sparklespiff WELL THERE’S A THOUGHT 😂 The first one will definitely happen--the second perhaps as a happy dream
@themoonbunnyverse I KNOW, WHO THE FUCK COULD INSULT YANLI?? Yeah, that’s pretty much JGY’s thoughts too
JZXun: Fuck you
JGY: Unsurprising
JZXun: Fuck your wife
JGY: .... 🔪 Well, now.
If the other Jiang disciples are smart, they won’t repeat the exact words to either JYL, JC, or WWX o.o JGY certainly never will--he needs the man alive to kill! He made the best of a bad situation ;-;
@the-bi-bilingual THANK YOU SO MUUUCH He’s a lot of fun and he definitely wouldn’t go full mush--he’s still got that rage filled core, no matter how soft he might get! Like an angry gusher....
@sparklespiff said: "I might have to do a set of little vignettes of them falling in love and courting each other while married?? Cause that sounds cute as fuck???" OMG YES PLEASEEEEEEE
I need to make a shelf of haunted dolls that watch me while I sleep and just tape every comment asking me for more to them so I get no rest until I provide more yaoli
Responses to nice fic comments [read more because of length] 😊
@giedd Ah, that’s a high compliment, thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it!
@canghai-sangtian As a person who still does that occassionally (oops) I don’t think he will ever be able to fully shake that, especially since it’s kept him safe in many instances, poor guy. Yessss, the brotherly chest thumppp!! It hit me so clearly! 😁
@madtomedgar HO yes, for sure. I think the only thing that kept him from going straight to ‘Oh no, I have to leave right now immediately’ was the fact that it’s been a slow sort of crawl and there have been a lot of little bits of him going, ‘wait...am I allowed to enjoy this?’ because I reckon that this is a little over a year since he was first married. But if this had happened in the first few months? It probably would have been a total shut down and it would have been a while before he resurfaced again, emotionally or physically.
Y E S. And, strangely, I get the feeling it’s going to be worse now that he’s been accepted. Like, at the beginning, if JC got pissed about something, he could be his regular diplomatic self and just accept that, hey, Jiang Wanyin is a little immature. But as soon as it’s at him? About something he did? After they said ‘hey we’re family’? He’s going to jump immediately to ‘oh great, knew this was fake and they actually hate me :) Perfect :) ' It will feel like immediate rejection and it will not be really detectable the first few times it happens because he’ll probably just cover for it so well that it looks like him dealing like it like he always has, but it will begin to compound.
THANK YOU, I’M SO GLAD, I always try hard with that ;-;
@trickybonmot AH I’m glad it’s accurate! I’ve nannied before and there was a moment where I held this little newborn and was like ‘....oh god, one day, you’re going to die’ and it was Not A Great Feeling.
@elenilote THANK YOUUU 😍
@dotsandfoxes I’m so glad that you liked it, thank you!!
@tenthcorner AHHH I would apologize, but that’s a big compliment, so I’ll just say THANKS 😁💜
@booksfoodmusic-minion Thank you so so muuhuhuch ;-; I can just see him thinking of love as being such a dangerous thing
[Are You Here to Stop Me fic replies]
@yellingintothelegalvoid HE’S GOT THIS, HELL YEAH! Ahh, I’m so glad you like it!!! More to come with this specific piece, and more besides, so please keep breathing 😂
@canghai-sangtian THANK YOU! Right??? He’s gonna be so good for them!
@gingersnapwolves SO HIGH TENSION, BUT HE’S MAKING DO!!
@sparklespiff There he go >:)
@madtomedgar This is NOT the first time he’s had to grab WWX and say ‘okay STOP for a second and explain it to me’ and it’s definitely not gonna be the last. He’s so smart and he’s gonna fix it!! Gogogo!
