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[comickergirl]

Very quick Maelle sketch

[fallloverfic]

Fracture (5,733 words, complete)

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Fandom:  凸变英雄X | To Be Hero X  

Relationships: Original Nice/Wreck

Tags: Canon divergence, fix-it, boys kissing, boys in love, angst with a happy ending, More Tags on Ao3

Summary: Wreck and Nice train to be heroes together, and through their relationship, grow closer. But can what they have survive the difficulties of their duties?

[milktrician]

Ohoh Can you tell me something about the WIP "Supernova"??

A few months back I read “Mysterious Encounters In My Neighborhood” and I took one look at the male leads and said “god i want to write a jiuyuan dynamic kinda like that” and ended up with a Shen Yuan dream demon au of sorts and also he’s an old man :)

I don’t know if I want it to still be called Supernova or to use that title for another jiuyuan thing I’m working on but it’s based off the song Supernova by Yunosuke and Haruno. By the music video you can assume why I assign it to jiuyuan lol

anyway here’s part of the wip

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“Ugh, does this world even have bolt cutters?” A muffled voice carries through the door.

The chains hit the ground, the sound he’s always wanted to hear. Waited to hear. His legs are bunched against his beating chest, awaiting what this unknown man is going to do to him. Lots of men visited the Qius to do business, but they would never be allowed to touch him in the shed. Who would be allowed to open the shed other than the guards and Qiu Jianluo?

The door creaks as it opens outward, the moonlight outlining the old man in front of him. His form is shaped by several layers of simple robes, rounded glasses placed upon his face. Strands of his white hair frame his head, floating around him as if not affected by gravity. For a second he believes the rest of the old man’s hair is tied behind him, but no, it’s almost a shear cut at the base of his neck.

The metal tool that cut through the chains is thrown to the side, the man dusting his calloused hands.

“Strange, and here I would have thought you would have realized you’re dreaming right now.”

“Excuse me?”

His voice is deeper now, as it should be.

…This man was right. He had been foolish, falling into the same nightmare again. He is no longer some sniveling child submitting to his fate in a dingy shack. He is now a Peak Lord, and he should act like one.

“Not even a hello? Truly you are as they say, I suppose.”

Shen Qingqiu stands, “Who are you? How did you manage to break through the wards?”

“And the thanks I get! C’mon, would you have liked to be stuck in these dreams again?”

His wrinkles exaggerate as his face sours, and all of a sudden he’s sitting within a room with bright walls, windows to a night sky without any stars. There is a large seat not made from wood but plushed with fabric that the old man sits upon, relaxing into it.

The old man looks at him expectantly, “Well? Sit. I made this for your comfort.”

“Answer my questions.”

“Haven’t you already figured that out?”

There’s a smirk on his face that he should wipe off this instant.

“The demonic ways of dream manipulation were wiped out.”

“Ah, but you can’t kill an idea can you? And who says I wasn’t already wiped out long before your time?”

“So you’re a stray spirit.”

“Call it how you’d like it.”

Looking around the room it’s larger than he realizes, housing what looks to be a kitchen, a dining table, and this seating space all in one area. The lights are brighter than any candle and look more similar to the balls of light conjured through using qi. There are holes in the ceiling to house these lights, casting a brightness that is uncomfortable in this artificial night.

The city outside almost fights back the night sky with lights of all colors. What look like carriages carry lights to light up the roads ahead, all clustered against each other to create a strip across the land. Buildings, taller than he’s ever seen, have lights peppered across their floors. Housing from what it looks like.

[isharaneith]

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Psst that's hun not liet

thank u friend, i was rbing/tagging while barely conscious