been thinking a lot about how to approach Stuff today, esp bc I know a lot of folks use fandom as an escape. i don’t want to muddy that space. but i do want to help! so: DM me a receipt to one of these orgs & send me 3 emojis & i’ll write you a tweet fic! thecut.com/2021/03/atlant…
i know this can feel a little flippant — i hope it doesn’t, my intent is just to do some concrete good without rehashing traumatic news.
i’ll also match as many donations as i can! donate whatever you can, there isn’t a minimum requirement.
take care of yourselves ♥️
i’ll also match as many donations as i can! donate whatever you can, there isn’t a minimum requirement.
take care of yourselves ♥️
also if you choose to donate to a different org, that’s fine too!! this is just a handy list for those who may not have a go-to.
(my assumption will be that you'll want wangxian but if you want something else -- a different pairing/no pairing, TGCF, SVSS, LOF, GYH .... something else i've got fic for on AO3 -- just let me know!)
1. 🥶🦶💌 for @n_x_northwest:
"What does it say?" wwx asked, through chattering lips. the cold pond was effective, but he hated it. his body got cold so quickly now, with mxy's underdeveloped core. when lwj doesn't answer, he pokes out at him with his foot; lwj catches it &
"What does it say?" wwx asked, through chattering lips. the cold pond was effective, but he hated it. his body got cold so quickly now, with mxy's underdeveloped core. when lwj doesn't answer, he pokes out at him with his foot; lwj catches it &
digs his thumb into its arch, transferring energy to soften the cold water's bite. the foot rub feels good, too. the cold pond is the best place in the world.
then lwj says, "it's a proposal of marriage," and wwx squawks "WHAT!!" as he slips and dunks all the way into the water.
then lwj says, "it's a proposal of marriage," and wwx squawks "WHAT!!" as he slips and dunks all the way into the water.
2. ☕️🍂🏒 for @WUJlBOT:
"who's the rocket, boys?" juice* called across the ice. "whose billet brother's a fuckin rocket?"
jc looked up & groaned. "shut up, juice," he grumbled. he looked over at wanger* for help; wanger was kind of a killjoy but at least he'd shut it down.
"who's the rocket, boys?" juice* called across the ice. "whose billet brother's a fuckin rocket?"
jc looked up & groaned. "shut up, juice," he grumbled. he looked over at wanger* for help; wanger was kind of a killjoy but at least he'd shut it down.
but wanger was staring up at the bleachers where wwx was slouched next to ajie, sloppily eating nachos like he was trying to seduce the cheese.
wanger turned to jc and raised his eyebrows. "well?" he asked. "who's the fuckin rocket?"
*juice = nie mingjue
*wanger = lan wangji
wanger turned to jc and raised his eyebrows. "well?" he asked. "who's the fuckin rocket?"
*juice = nie mingjue
*wanger = lan wangji
3. 📫👀🔥for @giraffeter:
what nobody tells you about mailbox baseball is that it hurts like a *bitch* if you don't get the angle right. the reverberations run all the way up wwx's arm, elbow bent at a weird angle.
"wrong," wq says flatly from the driver's seat. "i told you."
what nobody tells you about mailbox baseball is that it hurts like a *bitch* if you don't get the angle right. the reverberations run all the way up wwx's arm, elbow bent at a weird angle.
"wrong," wq says flatly from the driver's seat. "i told you."
he ignores this. the mailbox is ruined, so pain aside, he wins.
"is this some kind of weird boy courting ritual?" wq asks grimly as lwj's furious shouting echoes from the driveway. he saw them. good.
"yeah. he set mine on fire," wwx explains, dreamy. "you wouldn't get it."
"is this some kind of weird boy courting ritual?" wq asks grimly as lwj's furious shouting echoes from the driveway. he saw them. good.
"yeah. he set mine on fire," wwx explains, dreamy. "you wouldn't get it."
4. 🐂🐄🚆 for @parksandtea:
the train isn't moving. some poor bastard's fence has broken & his cattle are...everywhere. they've been sitting for an hour. wwx is trying not to vibrate out of his skin. he's
a hand rests on his bouncing knee, settling it.
the train isn't moving. some poor bastard's fence has broken & his cattle are...everywhere. they've been sitting for an hour. wwx is trying not to vibrate out of his skin. he's
a hand rests on his bouncing knee, settling it.
across from him, the man he's trying not to stare at looks directly at him.
"sorry," wwx mutters.
the man shakes his head, mouth twitching. "we'll be stuck for a while," he says, gesturing at the window. "if you're bored i have some ideas." & his hand tightens on wwx's knee.
"sorry," wwx mutters.
the man shakes his head, mouth twitching. "we'll be stuck for a while," he says, gesturing at the window. "if you're bored i have some ideas." & his hand tightens on wwx's knee.
5. 💕🎨🍌 for @beastcoastmac:
wwx had thought there was nothing lwj didn't excel at. everything he tried, he perfected. he was simply incapable of not being excellent. it was in his DNA.
he'd thought wrong.
"it's a fruit bowl still life," lwj said, pointing. "that's a banana."
wwx had thought there was nothing lwj didn't excel at. everything he tried, he perfected. he was simply incapable of not being excellent. it was in his DNA.
he'd thought wrong.
"it's a fruit bowl still life," lwj said, pointing. "that's a banana."
wwx squinted at what he's been assured was a painting, but looked a lot like someone had some sort of combustive event across a canvas. it turned out there was exactly 1 thing lwj didn't excel at.
"i made it for you," lwj said.
"i'll treasure it," wwx promised, & didn't laugh.
"i made it for you," lwj said.
"i'll treasure it," wwx promised, & didn't laugh.
6. ✏️🛋️💫 for @chiminycricket:
qiu ying startled at the brush of a hand on her calf, looking up from where she was making commentary notes for the weekend's competition. jxk had appeared from nowhere, knelt in front of her on the couch, hand soft on her skin, hair messy.
qiu ying startled at the brush of a hand on her calf, looking up from where she was making commentary notes for the weekend's competition. jxk had appeared from nowhere, knelt in front of her on the couch, hand soft on her skin, hair messy.
his was beaming at her, his eyes a starlit glitter in the low light. he always looked at her like looking away cost him something. "keep working," he instructed, nose dragging along her thigh, gentle at the edge of her skirt. "don't let me distract you."
"okay," she squeaked.
"okay," she squeaked.
7. 🌙🥺👨❤️💋👨 for @imani_knits
"this is for chuchu," li sheng said, scowling & pressed his mouth against yin pei's. his mouth was.soft. not as soft as chuchu's, but nobody was as soft as chuchu. chuchu was the best. she'd used her big soft eyes on him when she'd asked for this.
"this is for chuchu," li sheng said, scowling & pressed his mouth against yin pei's. his mouth was.soft. not as soft as chuchu's, but nobody was as soft as chuchu. chuchu was the best. she'd used her big soft eyes on him when she'd asked for this.
something about the moon, and a curse with a VERY strange cure.
yin pei made a sound, then huffed. then tightened his hands in li sheng's robes & kissed him back, hard. "that was for chuchu, too," he snapped, before pushing away & strolling furiously out of the building.
yin pei made a sound, then huffed. then tightened his hands in li sheng's robes & kissed him back, hard. "that was for chuchu, too," he snapped, before pushing away & strolling furiously out of the building.
8. 🤧👀💋 for @fannish_liz:
jingyi hated being sick. he wasn't good at it. he kept forgetting he felt bad & trying to sit up & then getting dizzy. his whole bed was a mess of tissues, and sizhui wasn't even here to pay attention to him & treat him nicely, so what was the point?
jingyi hated being sick. he wasn't good at it. he kept forgetting he felt bad & trying to sit up & then getting dizzy. his whole bed was a mess of tissues, and sizhui wasn't even here to pay attention to him & treat him nicely, so what was the point?
"c'mon, we're good substitutes," senior wei wheedled, petting his head. but they weren't! every time they thought jingyi was sleeping they got all gross! he'd seen hgj kiss wwx on the nose TWICE.
JINGYI was the sick one!! where was JINGYI'S kiss on the nose from hanguang-jun!!!
JINGYI was the sick one!! where was JINGYI'S kiss on the nose from hanguang-jun!!!
[pausing for a bit because, unfortunately, i need to do my actual job. i'll do more this afternoon! DMs still open for new entries.]
9. 🐍🌻🌡️ for @phnelt:
"UH, BABE??" yan jin shouts, feet tangling in the pile of clothes that HAD been on his wife last night. now his wife is gone but the clothes remain. ying he cong pokes his head in from the kitchen. "what's up?"
"SNAKE," yj cries, pointing at it.
"UH, BABE??" yan jin shouts, feet tangling in the pile of clothes that HAD been on his wife last night. now his wife is gone but the clothes remain. ying he cong pokes his head in from the kitchen. "what's up?"
"SNAKE," yj cries, pointing at it.
his husband had promised No More Snakes Unless Everyone Agreed! yj had not agreed!
the snake cheerfully curls around yj's ankle. "that's not mine," hyc says.
the snake taps the pile of clothes, looking pointedly between them before saying, "IT'S ME," in a very familiar voice.
the snake cheerfully curls around yj's ankle. "that's not mine," hyc says.
the snake taps the pile of clothes, looking pointedly between them before saying, "IT'S ME," in a very familiar voice.
10. 🌌🍬🪢 for @carriecmoney:
lwj held the candy on his tongue, letting the sweetness dissolve in his mouth as he lay against the mountainside. the stallkeeper hadn't looked like wy, but had moved like him, lithe and frenetic. lwj let himself wrap his finger and thumb around
lwj held the candy on his tongue, letting the sweetness dissolve in his mouth as he lay against the mountainside. the stallkeeper hadn't looked like wy, but had moved like him, lithe and frenetic. lwj let himself wrap his finger and thumb around
his wrist, a poor imitation of wy's binding talisman. if he he'd known how to make it, he could have used it, at nightless city. either they both would have fallen, or neither.
above him, the stars skittered out in a messy trail, almost telling stories. almost forming shapes.
above him, the stars skittered out in a messy trail, almost telling stories. almost forming shapes.
11. 💫🍉🎧 for @aurora_84:
summer comes early, hot and stifling. wwx sits in a messy slouch on the balcony, headphones blocking out the sounds of the city, popping watermelon seeds into his mouth. it's cooler out here than inside, where the air won't circulate.
summer comes early, hot and stifling. wwx sits in a messy slouch on the balcony, headphones blocking out the sounds of the city, popping watermelon seeds into his mouth. it's cooler out here than inside, where the air won't circulate.
"you're the end of june," lwj sings, voice a promise. he's not back from tour for another three weeks, but he's sent a voice note every night, singing songs his label would never let him cover, just for wwx. "And that summer feelin'
getting washed away in you..."
getting washed away in you..."
12. 🥺💦👄 for @Mollshka
wwx's boyfriend doesn't love him, and he knows this because he's currently holding him at arm's length with his stupid strong muscles.
"please," wwx begs. "come on. i really - "
"i'll shower first," lwj says flatly. "it's unhygenic."
wwx's boyfriend doesn't love him, and he knows this because he's currently holding him at arm's length with his stupid strong muscles.
"please," wwx begs. "come on. i really - "
"i'll shower first," lwj says flatly. "it's unhygenic."
"it's HOT," wwx argues "it's SO hot."
"i'm COVERED in sweat," lwj corrects. he's been weeding the garden for the last half hour. every time he does anything domestic wwx loses his entire goddamn mind, and he's endured it for AN HOUR.
"YEAH," wwx agrees. "i wanna taste it."
"i'm COVERED in sweat," lwj corrects. he's been weeding the garden for the last half hour. every time he does anything domestic wwx loses his entire goddamn mind, and he's endured it for AN HOUR.
"YEAH," wwx agrees. "i wanna taste it."
13. 🚲🌁🐢 for @helixsophia:
"c'mon slowpoke," wwx laughs, turning on his bike to look over his shoulder. the breeze winds into the wisps escaping his ponytail, the fog behind him swallowing all parts of the bridge except the bit they're on, as if there's no world around them.
"c'mon slowpoke," wwx laughs, turning on his bike to look over his shoulder. the breeze winds into the wisps escaping his ponytail, the fog behind him swallowing all parts of the bridge except the bit they're on, as if there's no world around them.
as if they make the bridge by crossing it, make the world by moving through it; wwx could, lwj thinks. wwx could walk his way into making a whole universe and lwj would follow more slowly behind, keeping it neat.
"i'm coming," he says.
"i'm coming," he says.
14. 📻⚔️🔧for @codehimawari:
admittedly, the hot guy with a sword kind of throws a wrench in lwj's plans to steal in and out of the museum without being seen.
the radio on his hip makes a staticky sound. music starts. "there you are," the man says, grinning, sword pointed out.
admittedly, the hot guy with a sword kind of throws a wrench in lwj's plans to steal in and out of the museum without being seen.
the radio on his hip makes a staticky sound. music starts. "there you are," the man says, grinning, sword pointed out.
"mn," lwj agrees, cocking his head. "who are you?"
the man seems to flicker. he gives the radio a couple knocks until the static stops & he stabilizes, solid. "past, future," he says cheerfully. "yours in both." he tosses lwj a sword, & as the music kicks up, they leap forward.
the man seems to flicker. he gives the radio a couple knocks until the static stops & he stabilizes, solid. "past, future," he says cheerfully. "yours in both." he tosses lwj a sword, & as the music kicks up, they leap forward.
15. 🫁🐹⌛️ for @lanwingji:
"shitshitshitshitfuckshit," hisses sqh, frantically trying to keep the struggling hamster calm. "dude, i'm trying to help you!"
he's so distracted he walks straight into mbj, all the air punched from his lungs. that dude is SO built, wtf.
"my king!"
"shitshitshitshitfuckshit," hisses sqh, frantically trying to keep the struggling hamster calm. "dude, i'm trying to help you!"
he's so distracted he walks straight into mbj, all the air punched from his lungs. that dude is SO built, wtf.
"my king!"
he holds the hamster up & pouts. "look at him! we can't feed him to the snake demons! we CAN'T!"
mbj's glances at the hamster & sighs. "they arrive in an hour. find an alternative." he pauses, then adds sternly, "we're not keeping it."
sqh beams. they're keeping it for sure.
mbj's glances at the hamster & sighs. "they arrive in an hour. find an alternative." he pauses, then adds sternly, "we're not keeping it."
sqh beams. they're keeping it for sure.
16. ⛑️🌶️🧯 for @VagabondaFFn:
"it wasn't on purpose," the man said, blinking up at lwj with bright eyes. one hand is wrapped around a bowl of spicy beef, and the other still clings to a fire extinguisher. "it wasn't. i need you to acknowledge that."
"acknowledged," said lwj.
"it wasn't on purpose," the man said, blinking up at lwj with bright eyes. one hand is wrapped around a bowl of spicy beef, and the other still clings to a fire extinguisher. "it wasn't. i need you to acknowledge that."
"acknowledged," said lwj.
"it WASN'T," he repeated, as handsome now as he was last week & the week before. "i'm not stalking you!"
"acknowledged," said lwj, again.
the man hesitated, squinting. "are - wait, are you DISAPPOINTED?"
"no," said lwj.
the man beams. "you are! you like me!"
"no," lwj lied.
"acknowledged," said lwj, again.
the man hesitated, squinting. "are - wait, are you DISAPPOINTED?"
"no," said lwj.
the man beams. "you are! you like me!"
"no," lwj lied.
17. ☔️🍜👄 for @aeryies:
the umbrella appears suddenly, but she recognizes the fingers wrapped around its handle. she looks up from the small dim sum steamer stack in her arms.
"water sprite," xie yun scolds, mouth curling up in a warm smile, beloved, familiar. "no raincoat?"
the umbrella appears suddenly, but she recognizes the fingers wrapped around its handle. she looks up from the small dim sum steamer stack in her arms.
"water sprite," xie yun scolds, mouth curling up in a warm smile, beloved, familiar. "no raincoat?"
"it was dry when i left the apartment," she informs him, which is true, but doesn't include that she'd known he'd be walking from the bus, known they'd cross paths, known he'd hold up an umbrella & beckon her in close, free hand around her waist.
his eyes curve. they walk home.
his eyes curve. they walk home.
18. 🏋👀💆 for @myriadofbees:
he was gonna get hot. like, sqh was 25. he'd never be rich, and he'd never be powerful, so hot was what he had.
unfortunately the trainer he'd hired didn't seem to agree. he'd loaded sqh's barbell up with at LEAST 14x his ability, presumably
he was gonna get hot. like, sqh was 25. he'd never be rich, and he'd never be powerful, so hot was what he had.
unfortunately the trainer he'd hired didn't seem to agree. he'd loaded sqh's barbell up with at LEAST 14x his ability, presumably
for mean reasons. why'd sqh hire a hot trainer? with such a plush mouth? this is too intimidating!
"maybe i should stop trying for hot & start trying for funny," he said, dejected. "people like funny, don't they?"
"i like funny," the trainer agreed. "i'll pick you up at 8."
"maybe i should stop trying for hot & start trying for funny," he said, dejected. "people like funny, don't they?"
"i like funny," the trainer agreed. "i'll pick you up at 8."
19. 🍳🎼💗 for @kit_kats_galore:
during the week lwj wakes in the dark, wy a heavy weight on his chest. he likes it. he likes the quiet. the stillness. the soft sleep sounds wy makes, the way his hands fist in lwj's sleep robes. it makes his heart hurt with contentment.
but.
during the week lwj wakes in the dark, wy a heavy weight on his chest. he likes it. he likes the quiet. the stillness. the soft sleep sounds wy makes, the way his hands fist in lwj's sleep robes. it makes his heart hurt with contentment.
but.
but on the weekends, lwj wakes to the sound of music, whatever radio station wy can convince their vintage radio to pick up, littered with static. wy likes to make breakfast, though he always burns it. they eat it in bed, though it makes crumbs.
messy. lived in. full. & good.
messy. lived in. full. & good.
20. 👽🎂🚜 for anon:
"ok. ok. ok. dope! weird. wow. ok," wwx says, staring. HE'd thought he was just gonna get upside-down drunk in a cornfield alone for his birthday, but then there had been a beam of light and now he was in. he was in.
"wow!" he says. "ok!!!!"
"ok. ok. ok. dope! weird. wow. ok," wwx says, staring. HE'd thought he was just gonna get upside-down drunk in a cornfield alone for his birthday, but then there had been a beam of light and now he was in. he was in.
"wow!" he says. "ok!!!!"
the alien stares, head tilted. it's...wwx didn't know he was a monsterfucker til now, but, wow. ok.
"are you gonna do sex stuff to me, for science?" he asks. the alien blinks. "you can if you want," wwx offers, magnanimous. "just be nice."
"mn," says the alien, grinning.
"are you gonna do sex stuff to me, for science?" he asks. the alien blinks. "you can if you want," wwx offers, magnanimous. "just be nice."
"mn," says the alien, grinning.
21. ✨🦆🕴🏻for @weilanque:
lwj watches the ducks. he rips free a tiny piece of bread & tosses it toward them, elbows on his knees. he won't look at where wy sits in a stupid hat pretending to read the paper at a glacial pace.
"how are you," lwj says, barely moving his mouth.
lwj watches the ducks. he rips free a tiny piece of bread & tosses it toward them, elbows on his knees. he won't look at where wy sits in a stupid hat pretending to read the paper at a glacial pace.
"how are you," lwj says, barely moving his mouth.
wy doesn't look over. "fine," he says, which means bad. lwj wants to look at him. touch him. check for wounds. but they are meant to look like strangers. their cover is thin as it is. "i miss you."
"it's almost done," lwj promises. "soon."
they stay until the stars come out.
"it's almost done," lwj promises. "soon."
they stay until the stars come out.
22. 🛰️💪🎁 for @lanzhanqilai:
all of them have to go through fitness training before the launch & wwx aced it, okay. he's lithe. he's got stamina for days.
he cannot open a jar of pickles.
"let me help," lz offers. all wwx had wanted was to eat one of his birthday pickles.
all of them have to go through fitness training before the launch & wwx aced it, okay. he's lithe. he's got stamina for days.
he cannot open a jar of pickles.
"let me help," lz offers. all wwx had wanted was to eat one of his birthday pickles.
his sister sent them on the last transport. he's going to cry, right here in the mess. "i can do it," he insists, not doing it.
"i know," lz says, fond. wwx thinks he's so hot it makes it hard to sleep. "but i love you."
"well, i mean, geez," wwx mutters, & hands them over.
"i know," lz says, fond. wwx thinks he's so hot it makes it hard to sleep. "but i love you."
"well, i mean, geez," wwx mutters, & hands them over.
23. 🥰🥂😤 for @megrose898:
"HAPPY ALIVE AGAIN ANNIVERSARY," sizhui & jingyi yell, throwing open the doors of the jingshi. sizhui holds 2 jars of emperor's smile. jingyi holds a book that wwx is pretty sure is porn.
behind them, lz's carefully not smiling.
"what," wwx says.
"HAPPY ALIVE AGAIN ANNIVERSARY," sizhui & jingyi yell, throwing open the doors of the jingshi. sizhui holds 2 jars of emperor's smile. jingyi holds a book that wwx is pretty sure is porn.
behind them, lz's carefully not smiling.
"what," wwx says.
"we didn't know whose birthday you'd celebrate, so we decided on this," sizhui says anxiously. he's so cute. wwx huffs to keep from doing something stupid, like hugging him.
"now let's party!!" jingyi yells, but before he can take a swig of wine, lwj swipes it from his hands.
"now let's party!!" jingyi yells, but before he can take a swig of wine, lwj swipes it from his hands.
24. 🧋🌻💖 for @rinlin:
wy takes a long slurp of his tea, mouth twisted on his straw. he's surrounded by canola flowers, hat perched at an angle on his head. the sun catches his hair, and glints.
"do you think i'm funny?" he asks, looking up with a blink behind his sunglasses.
wy takes a long slurp of his tea, mouth twisted on his straw. he's surrounded by canola flowers, hat perched at an angle on his head. the sun catches his hair, and glints.
"do you think i'm funny?" he asks, looking up with a blink behind his sunglasses.
wy often makes lwj laugh. he lights something up inside of lwj that lwj didn't know was there to be lit. looking at him feels like rest and like reverberation all at once.
"i think you're wonderful," lwj tells him honestly. maybe it's not the right answer, but it makes wy smile.
"i think you're wonderful," lwj tells him honestly. maybe it's not the right answer, but it makes wy smile.
25. 👽🥀🛫 for @babywei8:
since he woke up, his body has sometimes felt -- not his own. like wwx is an alien in his own skin. like he was transplanted into a new shape, rather than something being transplanted in him.
whose heart was it? what happened to them? were they nice?
since he woke up, his body has sometimes felt -- not his own. like wwx is an alien in his own skin. like he was transplanted into a new shape, rather than something being transplanted in him.
whose heart was it? what happened to them? were they nice?
the flowers beside his bed are wilting w/out someone to water them. sometimes when wwx is half-asleep, he thinks he sees somebody standing at the foot of the bed, smiling. a ribbon, thin & blue around his forehead. nodding along to the thump of a stranger's heart in wwx's chest.
okay, i'm calling it on matches -- but as long as you guys keep donating i'll keep doing little ficlets! thanks so much to everyone who was so generous and participated in this.
26. 🌲🛸💦 for @loonunit:
wwx's favorite Earth Thing was the holiday where people cut trees down and brought them inside to die slowly, in full view of its comrades. it was savage in the funniest way.
"it's not -- we don't think of it like that," jc says, frowning. "no."
wwx's favorite Earth Thing was the holiday where people cut trees down and brought them inside to die slowly, in full view of its comrades. it was savage in the funniest way.
"it's not -- we don't think of it like that," jc says, frowning. "no."
"it isn't?" wwx asks, turning to lz, who freezes with a string of what he called "tinsel" in his hands. "because i think the savagery is very sexy."
"....mn," lz says, nodding. "it's like that." wwx kisses lz's funny little human nose. he's so good at human stuff.
jc groans.
"....mn," lz says, nodding. "it's like that." wwx kisses lz's funny little human nose. he's so good at human stuff.
jc groans.
27. 🥺🍵😳 for @dizziDreams:
"drink," lz says, holding the tea out. his voice is cajoling, even though the look on his face is stern. but he can't be properly stern with wwx, so it's all a ruse. wwx knows. he sees through it.
"i don't wannaaaaa," he whines. "my throat hurts."
"drink," lz says, holding the tea out. his voice is cajoling, even though the look on his face is stern. but he can't be properly stern with wwx, so it's all a ruse. wwx knows. he sees through it.
"i don't wannaaaaa," he whines. "my throat hurts."
"that's why," lz tells him, dry. he is sunlit in the jingshi window, hand tangling in wwx's hair. "you're sick."
"i'm fine," wwx insists. "it's just my throat."
lz's grip tightens a little, a scolding tug. "just nothing," he says, sharply. "i need you to be able to use it."
"i'm fine," wwx insists. "it's just my throat."
lz's grip tightens a little, a scolding tug. "just nothing," he says, sharply. "i need you to be able to use it."
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