08 Jul 2019
“you know, they say the brightest star you see in the night sky might be the person you have loved most in the entire time you’ve been alive. so maybe… maybe, the brightest star you see there is your mother.” his breath hitches at the memory.
“and… and you? how about you?”
“me?” mingjue laughs softly, but surely, “the brightest star i can see cannot be found in the sky.” then he turns his gaze on xichen and smiles merrily, eyes turning into crescents and xichen wishes he could be like this with him forever.
a glimpse of nie mingjue in lan xichen’s eyes from beginning to end, told in nine parts.
06 Jul 2019
on the day xichen meets him again, there are daffodils on the sidewalk.
the five times kuroo tetsurou falls in love, and amidst it all: tsukishima kei.
27 May 2019
"...in doing so, you complete your revenge: kill one brother, and make one unable to live with himself. we both know it is not you he is angry at, it is not you he cannot forgive, it is not you he hates, it is not you. because you do not matter anymore. not anymore. you wanted to destroy them, and you had. this is not something shi qingxuan can be saved from, not even by you. this is even much worse than death,"
“you should be happy.” hua cheng laughs—mockingly, angrily. but it does not matter, because all he xuan can hear is shi qingxuan’s soft laughter. somehow, that is much worse.
03 May 2019
nie mingjue knows his body, himself, best and he knows it's coming long before anyone else does—no matter how daunting it may sound. so he begins writing letters everyday for a month, just until his death. five for huaisang, twenty-three for xichen, and one for mengyao.
- Part 1 of nielan content
“The heart has a melody. Once you discover it, there’s no going back.”
Present day, Auguste is dead. The Golden Pianist is gone, and Laurent finds himself completely alone in the world. Haunted by the ghost of the promise he never accomplished, he goes through the stages of grief as he remembers his brother and deals with the return of a high school crush who makes him start to believe once again in the beauty of music.
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10 May 2019
Auguste stopped playing, but never stopped humming. Not even when his own voice broke, as he started to cry himself. Auguste crawled under the piano and both brothers held each other as they hummed a lullaby. Their pale cheeks were red, and tears were still blooming out of their irritated eyes. Still in funeral clothing, they found themselves musicians and orphans, hiding under a big black piano, singing what became their anthem and also a song of farewell. Farewell to their mother’s chocolate-chip cookies and strawberry shortcakes. Farewell to their father’s loud, warm laugh. Farewell to the star-gazing camping trips they made during the summer. Farewell to the short, practising concerts of violin and piano they used to give their parents every Christmas. Farewell to the threatening voices of their parents during dinner as Auguste insisted on teasing his little brother. Farewell, and a thank you. And a lot of I will miss you.
He had grown up with that instrument. Seeing it, touching it, sleeping underneath and on top of it. Watching his brother play, making it sing for him. Listening to his mother composing lullabies. The piano had lived in the house longer than he had. He wasn’t sure when they bought it, or why, or from who, but it had always been there through Laurent’s life. Seeing it go was hard, rather sentimental, but he had seen many things go already, he thought he could endure it once more.
third and most famous movement of Suite Bergamasque was coming to an end, and Laurent felt how the air left his lungs as he thought that, perhaps, their most beautiful and precious moments together as brothers were also coming to an end. Perhaps Auguste’s life was also ending. It was like a kick in the teeth; fast, too fast to even realize what is truly happening, and painful, extremely painful.
“Where are you?”
Laurent turned his gaze towards Damen, who was watching him curiously. Where are you? He had asked, like if they were kids in high school again. It was a game they had invented, mostly because Laurent was always somewhere else and Damen was always trying to open a window to that place. He was always trying so hard to understand him.
“I’m sinking,” Laurent said, then swallowed, “I’m…drowning.” He whispered and closed his eyes.
“Tell me how can I reach you.” Damen said, his voice soft, pleading.
Change careers, maybe. Change college. Or just quit.” Auguste said. The way he said it wasn’t angry, but rather serious. He spoke like a leader, still. He was still the guy who had given the graduation speech, the one who had told them all to go shake up the world. “Life isn’t worth being miserable for five years to do a job you don’t like.”
15 Days Countdown to New Year. Random pairings from random prompts (either found or created).
1. Doctor AU (ChenLay)
2. CEO AU (BaekXing)
3. Royal AU (XiuBaek)
4. Date (Krisho)
5. Mpreg (Chansoo)
6. Jealousy (XiuHan)
7. Mistletoe (ChanKai)
8. Imperial Consort AU (HunHan)
9. Hybrid AU (HanSoo)
10. Crush (SeKai)
11. Wolf AU (ChanKai)
- Part 8 of Drabbles
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26 Jul 2017