fic rec Friday
Jan. 3rd, 2020 05:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marcicatThe Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts, by aubreyli
This fic has everything I wanted in a post-canon story for The Untamed, which is really just: 1) the juniors being awesome, 2) humor, 3) love story. I may just read this story on repeat every time I watch an episode. (Last night I watched the 'super depressing story time in Coffin Town' episodes, and wow, that was super depressing! But this story is amazing and has nothing to do with those episodes!)
*The kids write a book!
That just makes Sizhui’s frown deepen. “Yes, about that. Are the uh, romantic undertones… intentional?”
“Yes,” Jingyi says, as Zizhen says, “They’re only undertones?”
*Jiang Cheng's character made me choke on my water at work!
“And is that supposed to be me? Why is he always yelling?”
*Everyone ships them!
“Ah, everyone loves a good love story,” Nie Huaisang says dismissively, flicking his fan open again. “Besides, now you’ll have public support when you and Hanguang-jun formally announce your relationship.”
“What relationship? Lan Zhan and I aren’t lovers.”
Nie Huaisang’s cup hits the table with a dull thunk. “What?”
This fic has everything I wanted in a post-canon story for The Untamed, which is really just: 1) the juniors being awesome, 2) humor, 3) love story. I may just read this story on repeat every time I watch an episode. (Last night I watched the 'super depressing story time in Coffin Town' episodes, and wow, that was super depressing! But this story is amazing and has nothing to do with those episodes!)
*The kids write a book!
That just makes Sizhui’s frown deepen. “Yes, about that. Are the uh, romantic undertones… intentional?”
“Yes,” Jingyi says, as Zizhen says, “They’re only undertones?”
*Jiang Cheng's character made me choke on my water at work!
“And is that supposed to be me? Why is he always yelling?”
*Everyone ships them!
“Ah, everyone loves a good love story,” Nie Huaisang says dismissively, flicking his fan open again. “Besides, now you’ll have public support when you and Hanguang-jun formally announce your relationship.”
“What relationship? Lan Zhan and I aren’t lovers.”
Nie Huaisang’s cup hits the table with a dull thunk. “What?”
