#Blacklist Fanfiction

[osiiiris]

✨WHAT A WONDERFUL TIME TO POST SOME COPIIIA CONTENT!✨

You Will Never Walk Alone is a beautiful, immersive fanfiction by the always adorable @lilspacewolfie. This illustration is one of two that I’ve been working on for this wonderful story, inspired by the vibes I get when I read it 🌹

Why two versions:

I was fairly quick with this one, completing the full drawing in a day. However, as usual, my process involves stepping back for a few days before revisiting the drawing to see how I feel about it with fresh eyes. And that’s usually where the problems start.

In this particular case, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the finished version. Something felt incomplete, so I began adding elements and details, but nothing seemed to satisfy me… until I tried removing things. Colors, details, shadows… I kept simplifying until I reverted back to the original sketch. And that was it: peace of mind. Just a simple, rough black sketch was what I needed. Funny.

Since the colored version is finished anyway, you’ll get that one too.

[talisetekt]

Completed commission based on this fanfic! If you like angst and abusing your favorite characters go check it out 💙

(Use only permitted for the client)

[gender-trash]

incredibly funny how a bunch of people interpreted “ao3 was almost certainly scraped as part of the gpt training dataset because it’s a big easily accessible body of english language text, so you can prompt gpt with surprisingly vague stuff and it will autocomplete with snarry underage or wangxian a/b/o” as “elon musk Personally is Currently scraping ao3 and training an ai to plagiarize fic, going to go lock ALL my works on ao3 IMMEDIATELY”

its. its already in the dataset. how do you think these things work. “locking my works to registered users only until after the scraping stops!” my dude the ao3 team just needs to like add a robots.txt and check the useragent and stuff to prevent this from happening in the future*, and theyre already on it, but not only is the existing body of work presumably In the Dataset, the model has ALREADY BEEN TRAINED. that omelet isnt going to get unscrambled

(*im assuming that everyone gathering datasets for large language models is being reasonably Polite about it bc these are both very simple to circumvent — if this assumption is false then ao3 might need to graduate to Offensive Measures but also we would definitely need to bully the culprits off of hacker news)

anyway im not taking any Stance one way or the other on the “ai art debate” (other than maybe “none of you know what the hell you’re talking about”) but we’re definitely going to see a whole new world of copyright claims against the big art models and ml researchers developing new tools for “removing” stuff from a trained model, and i for one think that it will be SO entertaining to watch

[the-lying-heavens]

"Love them Well"

Part Two to Kiss Them Well

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, mentions of trauma, scars (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 482 words

Imagine he has his own share of scars. Be it a long one across his chest, several tiny ones across his arms, or a large round one on his leg that required months of physical therapy.

And they piss you off.

How dare someone even think to try to ruin or hurt someone so beautiful. You wanted to hunt down everyone who had and show them exactly what you were made of.

"Comes with the job, love," he said quietly to you one night. You had been looking at his scars for what felt like hours, learning the stories behind them, kissing them as he did yours. And growing more angry at the people who came them to him.

"Yeah, well, it sucks," you grumbled.

He laughed then. A sound that you wanted to hear for the rest of your life even though you didn't believe you deserved it. You were sure you didn't deserve him at all.

He loves your scars because they show that you had survived hell. You hate his scars because of what he had to go through to get them.

But of course, that would never make you love him any less. Not by a long shot.

One night, you had stayed out later than you meant to, time had gotten away from you, and you couldn't help it. You stumble back into your home, exhausted, and find him lying down on the couch, shirtless(which was never a sight you minded), a random movie playing on the TV that he wasn't paying attention to.

It made you smile. It's the exact thing you did every time he was out late or away. You rarely slept in bed when he wasn't there.

It takes a while before he finally spots you, but he does.

"Hey you," he says, sitting up.

You walk up to him and stand in between his legs. His hands go up to your waist, and he sighs as he presses his face against your stomach. You put your arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

"What are you doing up?"

He looked at you and frowned. "Waiting for you."

"Why?"

You saw the scars tracing his body and felt that familiar rush of anger. But even that was overpowered by warmth spreading through you. He looked so tired but still stayed up nonetheless. It was a small thing maybe, but it felt as if you fell in love with him all over again. And yes, that included his scars.

"Why not?"

And you fell again.

"It's late."

"You wait for me," he argued.

"I would wait forever for you."

He looked surprised at that statement. You can't imagine why.

"Forever's a long time."

And again.

You trace his face with your fingers. You could spend an eternity tracing his every line on his body. You would do so if the universe would let you.

"You're worth forever."

[omgkalyppso]

[Content ID: a screenshot of two original characters from Baldur's Gate 3. A light-skinned black wood elf looks up at a brown high elf. The wood elf has her hair tied back in a long braid-like tuft style. Her brow is slightly bent, though she has a faint smile. She is wearing a lot cut sleeveless top beneath a corset. The high elf has their hair up in a half-bun. Their smile can just barely be seen at this angle. They are wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a red collar. The pair are preparing for an embrace, with their arms raised to each other's sides. They stand against the wooden walls, red curtains, and red and white bedding in the Elfsong Tavern. /End ID]

Some Remorse, No Regrets

Rating: M Relationships: Gan x Étoile, background established Gan x Astarion, implied background unestablished Étoile x Astarion Chapters: 1/1 (5,921 words) Summary: Étoile, a companion oc, returns injured and emotional to the Vampire Ascendant's mansion after killing a friend they knew before being taken by the nautiloid. Here Astarion and Gan: a Tav oc, help minimize the ripples of the situation and offer comfort in each their own way. Tags: Minor Character Death, Evil Tav (Baldur's Gate), Spoilers for Act 3 (Baldur's Gate 3), Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Whump, Polyamory, Vampire Ascendant Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

A gift for @razrogue! Thank you for helping me edit and for trusting me with Gan! And for indulging something that is probably AU-ish for Gan's post-canon.

I wanted to write something for the prompt "Let me take care of this for you," and while there are some examples of a similar sentiment in this fic, ultimately that line got turned into, "I killed him for you."

I was going to post an excerpt below a cut but I'm going to reblog this post with the whole fic below a cut, I think.

[phoenix--quill]

Prompt 10: First time(s)

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Helmut Zemo, Lazslo Kreizler, Raymond Reddington, Tywin Lannister

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Notes: I wanted to post this yesterday as a sort of round-up for the month but I was caught in a writers block over that Tywin story I promised (which is now over 2.000 words and people are barely boning yet!). Sooo you’re getting it today, sorry.

Anyway this is more headcanons than fics but I hope y’all will still like it and as always the ask is open if there’s something you would like to see more of.

Aaron Hotchner

In my head there’s two possible scenarios with Aaron:

Sweet and soft in a candlelit room, him constantly holding your hand and looking you deep in the eyes. This comes after a series of dates and probably a conversation about intimacy and what you’re comfortable with. It’s romantic, slow but powerful – this man doesn’t do half measures.

OR: the two of you are working together in whatever capacity and he’s trying so hard to be professional and distance himself from you but something happens and he just can’t hold himself back any more. He would probably be even more nervous in this case than if you’ve been dating: what if he read the signs wrong? He would never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable but you’re so beautiful to him, so special. And so when something happens – maybe either of you get injured or he gets a little too jealous of how you laugh at some police officer’s flirtatious jokes – he snaps and as soon as he can manage to get you alone, he’s moves oh so close to you, cornering you. In hushed whispers, his voice going even deeper than usual, he tries to make you admit that you want him too; he would immediately back down if you said no but if you said yes, he’s all over you, all of that pent up frustration, lust and emotions, spilling out and you’re in for a ride. He would never be aggressive but he’s a strong, physically large man and could get a little forceful if he’s particularly desperate. He’s lifting you up, taking you against the wall, or pinning your legs to the mattress as he eats you out on a hotel bed.

In any case this is a man who’s all about your pleasure – and with his profiler training he’s very quick to pick up what you like. He will spend hours with his head between your legs if you let him and those thick fingers of his will have you moaning and whimpering in seconds. He’s quite athletic and I could see him lasting for a while but he’s not a several rounds kinda guy – not without a long break in between at least.

Helmut Zemo

I think I already wrote this?

After getting out of prison (and I don’t really see him getting with anyone before that but that’s another matter), he would be so touch-starved and run extremely hot-and-cold on you as he wrestles with his own pride. He’s quick to flirt and would definitely take pleasure in how frazzled he could make you with a few suggestive whispers and the smallest of touch but if you tried to turn the attention onto him? He’s shutting that down or would at least try to deflect attention back on you.

He would happily go down you, mostly (but not exclusively) for the huge boost to his ego as you flail and moan his name over and over again.

He’s prideful but not necessarily selfish in his attentions to you: he would gladly make you cum four times in half an hour, just as well as he would buy you expensive clothes and jewellery. It would make you happy which in turn strokes his pride and ego.

Lazslo Kreizler

Sweet, sweet Lazslo. He would be so nervous and ever so slightly awkward the first time. Nervous because he doesn’t want to taint you with the darkness he thinks lives in him, he wants you to remain pure, unspoiled (this would be his thoughts no matter your line of profession or background).

The awkwardness would definitely come from his lack of experience; I don’t think he’s a virgin, even when the series starts, but he’s not had a lot of physical encounters but the main thing would be the actual emotional intimacy. To actually let his guard down and let someone see him, fully, for who and what he is, that would be nerve-racking for him.

He would be sweet, though, and very gentle – again to not scare you off or “taint” you in some way. The main focus would definitely be on you and I could see him try to hide his own body for as long as possible. He would also rely heavily on his academic/clinical knowledge of your anatomy and what (he thinks) will bring you pleasure so you would possibly have to quite forcefully tell him if you wanted something more specific (read: kinky or just out of the norm).

With his physical disability, there’s definitely positions that would not be possible or at least painful for him to sustain for any period of time – which would only add to his apprehension and nervousness – and it would be up to you to reassure him that it’s not an issue. Thinking about it (which I definitely have) I don’t think missionary would be comfortable for him whereas you riding him would quickly become a favourite as it also has the added bonus of him getting to see you in all your glory.

Raymond Reddington

Even though Raymond flirts with just about anything and anyone and has a general love for beauty, luxury, and all things pleasurable, it would be a HUGE step for him to actually be with someone physically. Sure, there would be suggestive whispers in the backseat of the car, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest, his hand gently creeping up your thigh or softly down your spine but actual sex? That could take a while. The emotional part of a relationship might come first, he’s fiercely protective and cares so deeply about most people he surrounds himself with that you could easily fall into a routine of being in a relationship but without some of the physical parts.

He would feel bad about it, though, like he’s stringing you along or holding you back. All these thoughts, though, he would keep to himself until one day he would whisk you away to some remote cabin or small apartment that he bought years ago using seven different aliases to keep it completely hidden.

Once there, though, he’s not holding back. He’s pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, whether it’s with his clever tongue, his thick fingers, or his glorious cock, from the moment you enter the premises. It’s not so much of a first time as it’s a first few days, as he takes you in every room and on every piece of furniture. Languid breaks in between rounds will be with him feeding you specially imported treats from all over the world – everything from caviar to indulgent cakes from small bakeries in countries you didn’t even know existed – or him cooking you simple but delicious meals.

In short, he will spoil you rotten and no type of pleasure is off the table.

Tywin Lannister

Sorry to say but the first time with Tywin would not be sexy (if we’re going with the common trope of reader being his wife). He wouldn’t force himself on you but would see this as a transaction and would expect you to have the same understanding; both of you need the marriage consummated and he needs (male) heirs. He would not be concerned with giving you pleasure but would make sure you’re not in undue pain and that the act was over as quickly as possible.

I think, though, that over the course of a marriage to him there would be many “firsts”: your first kiss (which would definitely not be on you wedding night), the first time he made you orgasm, the first time he spent the night in your bed instead of immediately returning to his own, etc. And all of those would be far more impactful than the first night.

[gayferrari]

Seb will be on the Brazil gp fanzone with whorner so I fear rbr will be milking his appearance a little for their pr

how did you know Seb doing PR opps with the workplace sex pest was my greatest fear for the weekend... I mean it sincerely when I say Charles pulling a 2023 in the race would annoy me less.

[moonchild-in-blue]

being a good guard dog😌

YES. You see my vision. Murder Espera my most beloveds - I need to work on my half baked wip of them asap.

You think Slasher iii and Stalker iv are cruel and twisted. Ohhh boy, if you only knew who they work for.

(gaaahhh i miss them so much omg 😭😭😭😭)

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✦ August of Whump 2024 Masterlist ✦

Title: Somewhere Beyond the Sea Fandom: The Blacklist Rating: M Genre: Romance, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort (this fic doesn't even know what it is, and I love it) Summary: Reddington's latest Blacklister is the face of a successful cruise line — and a former competitor in the luxury goods smuggling business. To obtain Albert Sconce's ledger, Liz and Ressler will have to go undercover as newlywed, prospective clients for an extended cruise on Sconce's newest ship. As they blur the lines they'd otherwise never cross, danger unfolds at every turn, threatening to sink their op and take them down with it.

This fic is built around the August of Whump 2024 prompt list, and this will be the masterlist for my selected prompts! Excited to give this a go, @augustofwhump!

Risk

Shock

Shady Business

Screams

Ache

Confusion

Promise

Attack

Caged

Secret

Insecurity

Deal

Guilt

Darkness

Claustrophobia

Disaster

Stress Position

Unavoidable

Midnight

Escape

Scraps

Stitches

Possession

Humiliation

Insults

Heartbeat

Machine

Bloody Nose

Control

Gift

Fuck It We Ball (lol)

[writingbyshiloh]

Part 4. Cooper

Series Masterlist

CW: domestic red I think? (possibly) OOC Cooper, FBI!Reader 

AN: I pictured the show to be Euphoria, but no specific details so it can be any show with a drug dealer character. IDK Cooper's official rank and I am scared of spoilers so we just went with the assistant director. Just realized that if you read all the parts back 2 back then they are very similar but also ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. No beta

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Reddington in the post office is a scene that never fails to surprise you. In the early days of the task force, he seems to be there frequently. As the years went, he saw less and less of the walls inside.  He never goes to the post office if he can help it, and you don’t blame him. 

You see Dembe nudge Reddington, a silent indicator for him to start talking about what he needs the team to do this week. 

As Reddington lectures, Liz interrupts and Aram pulls up the supporting documents and photos. Red usually tells Liz the details, and she tells the rest of the team.

You knew a tiny bit. He left shipping documents on his kitchen table a few nights ago while he went to the bathroom. He wouldn’t just leave documents lying around if he didn’t have a reason for you to see them. 

To keep yourself sane you set boundaries. If you're not working, or if someone isn't in immediate danger it is not your problem what Reddington is doing. This came after a series of him dropping clues and waiting for you to put the details together. 

You still listen, minus a few instances where you zone out thinking about Reddington's suit, waiting for the shipping documents to make some sense to you, but nothing yet. 

“Liz, you go with Reddington to the shipping docks. You two” Cooper points at you and Ressler “see what you can find with -” 

“I’ll go Ressler” Elizabeth cut in. 

Everyone turns to look at Liz. 

“I’ll go with Reddington” you suggest, pronunciation wobbly. You’re so used to Red, the “ington” feels off. 

“That was fast on the jump” Red notes, once you were out of the earshot of the group, preparing to go to the docks. 

You shrug. “It's so nice out. And I can not get caught in a fight between you two.” 

Red and Liz fighting always makes you feel like you’re in the middle. Liz would sometimes rant to you about Reddington, which never fails to make you feel like a bad friend.  On the other hand, Red keeps his thoughts about Elizabeth to himself in times like these. 

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“Do you understand it yet?” Reddington asks. 

You frown. You both have been walking around the docks for an hour, trying to find something on this week's blacklist. Technically, you’re looking for clues, Reddington is watching you, trying to see the exact moment you put the pieces together. 

You admire how he pushes you to do your best, to get better at both your job and thinking like him, but now it’s on your nerves. Having elected to ignore him, you exaggerate checking the number on the shipping container. 

“My god, you agents are so meticulous. You don’t need every number from every crate.” Red observes. 

“I’m not taking every number, just what I think is important.” 

“That seems to be the majority, dear.” 

You shoot him a look over your shoulder due to the use of the pet name in the field. 

He puts his hands up in surrender, but he is smiling. 

You’re saved from a reply by your phone, Aram calling with no doubt some important information. 

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 That night, Reddington visits you. He says he can't spend the entire night but has a few free hours. You don't know what he has to do before or after your time together, but it's not your problem. 

“Do you watch this every week?” Reddington asks, glancing at your television.

“Yeah. We talk about it at work,” you respond, placing your water on the table, and settling onto your couch next to him. 

“Who’s everyone?” 

“It started as me ‘nd Aram but then Samar started watching with him. I think Liz is in season one. Dembe too maybe?”

You tip your head against his shoulder, feet propped up on your coffee table as the show started playing the introduction. He had one of your pens (technically a pen you took from work) in his hand while he mulls over one of his crossword puzzles? Sudoku? Sudoku with words? Red showed you once how it works and once was enough. 

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“That's no way to run a drug business!” 

You turned your head to the side to look at him, now sitting on the edge of your seat watching the show. 

“I thought you weren't watching.” 

“I wasn’t, but this is ridiculous!” he huffs. “He's not even marking up the price at all? And his storage? I mean it is ridiculous! No wonder the police were called.” 

“He's just a minor character” 

“For running a business like that he should be!” 

“Just watch the show.” 

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You were happy to go into the post office today, if only for a chance to talk to Aram about the show.  

“Did you see the new episode?” Aram’s words hit you before you even left the elevator. 

“Of course! I didn't see the big arrest coming. And that fight?!” 

Aram walks with you to the central part of the floor, the rest of the team waiting, both you and Aram dying to talk about yesterday's episode. You catch Reddington in the office out of the corner of your eye and can’t resist winding him up. 

“I can’t believe the arrest! Forgot the rest of the prom, I thought he was going to keep dealing drugs for the whole show,” you exclaim, slightly too loud to make sure Red can hear. 

‘My god, he was the worst drug dealer I've ever seen. Ressler would do better!” Reddington jokes. Aram's head snaps to him. 

“Mr. Reddington, I didn’t know you watched the show!” 

“How far along are you?” you chime in. 

“My beloved watches it. I caught a few minutes.” Red smoothly deflects.

You freeze, never hearing him call you that before, but you like it. 

“Do you want to join our text chain?” Aram eagerly asks. 

Cooper saves Reddington from telling the task force that he doesn’t know how to use a cell phone. 

The assistant director launches into some of the information that the team rounded up yesterday. Numbers you took note of pop up and you make a mental note to tell Red “I told you so”, no doubt knowing that he wants to tell you the same, for taking too many numbers. 

Once everyone is back up to speed and assignments are dolled out, Cooper catches you at your desk. “I need to speak to you in my office.” 

You nod and follow him while you feel anxiety roll in your stomach. It could be good news but you can’t think of anything good. More bad news flashes through your mind as you climb the stairs. You could be suspended, fired, or anything else due to Reddington. And there was that one time you made a questionable decision in the field which could be coming back to bite you. 

“Close the door, please,” Cooper asks quietly. 

You nod, the door firmly shut as you sit, forcing body language to act neutral and calm. 

“I wanted to talk to you about fieldwork.” Cooper starts. You force yourself to make eye contact and not start fiddling with anything on his desk. 

“You’ve been going into the field with Reddington more. Any reason?” 

“Can I be honest?” you ask, trying to come up with something to say. 

“Please.” Cooper leans forward in his chair, awaiting your response. 

“It makes me uncomfortable when Agent Keen and Reddington fight. I felt that if I go with him yesterday, then they could cool off.” 

“Uncomfortable how?” 

You sigh. 

“Like, he killed Sam, and then she faked her death to get away from him, and no one knows how or if they’re related…” You train off, not enjoying thinking of reasons Red and Liz fight, but more than happy to if you can keep your job. 

Cooper nods, understanding. There's an unspoken feeling in the post office when they fight. 

“And do you mind? Going into the field with Reddington.” 

“Not as much as the fighting.” 

Cooper nods again, posture more relaxed before he continues. “I noticed you’ve been working less.” 

Your face reacts before you could try to stay neutral. Of course, Cooper would notice. You’ve lost track of the number of times he turned off the lights at the post office before he leaves late at night and you had to scramble in the dark to turn them back on again. 

“I’m sorry, I can start staying later again.” You say, trying to fumble your way through apologizing. 

Assistant Director Cooper holds up his palms for you to slow down. 

“Your hours are fine. Is everything okay with you?” 

The question shouldn’t take you by surprise. Things are more fun with Reddington as part of your life, but there's more stress. The stress of hiding the relationship mostly, especially from Liz.

“I, uh, started seeing a guy recently? So I have a reason to spend time outside the post office?” you want to speak in sentences but you’re nervous in case this is a leadup to something else.

He nods like he understands. 

“I’m happy for you. Now we just need to get Ressler a girl.” 

You both share a smile, while you silently thank your lucky stars. 

“Is there anything else, sir?” you ask, arms ready to push you up and out of your chair. 

“No, that's all. Thank you.” 

You nod and get up. “Do you want me to leave the door open?” 

“You can close it. Thanks.” 

You pull the door shut behind you and glance down at the post office. Does Red also get hit with this stuff? You wonder. You’ll have to tell him later, once the case concludes. 

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[gravitywonagain]

Sympathy for the Devil; part 2

discord got me to finally write a connecting scene, so here! have some more of this nonsense au now based only vaguely on the blacklist! [part 1]

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“Alright. What do we know about him?”

Luo Qingyang stands at the back of the small conference room facing the large projector screen on the opposite wall. Her uniform jacket is draped over the back of the chair in front of her, and her fingers curl and uncurl of their own volition, kneading the dark blue fabric into the cushion beneath it. This is not what she expected her morning to look like. 

Her team -- her and Lan Wangji’s team, now -- is gathered at the table in front of her. 

Nie Zonghui has several stacks of photocopied notes spilling out of an open manilla folder, two highlighters, four sizes of sticky notes, and a legal pad in front of him. He has blue ink on his neck where the tip of the pen resting behind his ear rubs whenever he turns his head to the left. Frustration rolls off of him in waves. 

Lan Jingyi is typing rapidly on his CBC-issued laptop which is angled toward Luo Qingyang just enough that she can see he has six different windows open and is in desperate need of at least two external monitors. The overworked fan is almost louder than his heavy-handed, caffeine-fuelled typing. He’s twisting back and forth in the swivel chair, dragging his toes across the carpet, but swivels to a stop at her question. 

Qin Su stands off to Luo Qingyang’s right, placing photos -- mostly grainy or blurred -- in an ever expanding evidence map. At the top, with a dozen or so threads leading away from its pin, is a crisp, clean, photo of a man wearing an approximation of the CBC Academy uniform, smiling brilliantly at the camera. Beneath him, the title card reads: Yiling Laozu, Wei Wuxian. 

“Yiling Laozu?” asks Lan Jingyi, one foot tapping out a vague rhythm against the leg of the conference table. 

Luo Qingyang restrains her eyeroll, only because she can see that at least four of the open windows on his laptop are chasing down information regarding Yiling Laozu’s associates, rather than the demonic kingpin himself. 

“Yeah,” she says. “Break it down for me.” 

“Well,” says Qin Su, moving from the board to the open folio near her, “he’s a bit of a recluse, so we don’t actually know a lot.”

Her folio is much better organized than Nie Zonghui’s. 

“Start with the basics.”

Qin Su nods, “Right. Yiling Laozu. Wanted for-- basically every kind of spiritual crime known to the CBC. He invented the Ghost Path in his late teens or early twenties, we think. It’s unclear, what with all of the rumor and suspicion and superstition around even saying his name--”

“Yeah, he really looks like a boogeyman…” says Nie Zonghui. He’s stressed. They should never have sent him into the room with Wei Wuxian. 

Lan Jingyi says, “Hot boogeyman. If you ask me--”

Luo Qingyang clears her throat pointedly. “Nobody did. Moving on?”

“Yup!” 

Qin Su points to Lan Jingyi who taps a few keys on his -- very abused -- keyboard and takes over the projector. He throws several pages up on the wall, photos with short but damning rap sheets. 

“Known associates include Gui Jiangjun and Mo Daifu,” she says, indicating the sheets labeled Wen Qionglin and Wen Qing respectively. 

She points to Lan Jingyi again and a very low-light black and white shot comes up center-screen. It shows a man who could potentially be Wei Wuxian entering a building that is definitely Two Fans. The brilliant green of the sign is lost, but it is plenty readable. “He has been seen entering the Headshaker’s club on several occasions, but any actual association remains speculative at best.” 

Nie Zonghui shrugs in the corner of Luo Qingyang’s eye. “He might just have good taste in venues.” 

All three other agents in the room turn to look at him, brows quirked or furrowed or raised to different degrees. 

Nie Zonghui shrugs again, “What? It’s a nice club.”

--

Wei Wuxian rubs at the zip tie dent around the outside of his wrists. He plays it up a little, wincing and groaning just enough to be heard. 

Still, Lan Wangji doesn’t look at him. 

It’s fine. 

He follows the CBC Director and field agents out of the interrogation room and down a long, boring hallway. Lan Qiren and the other cultivator break off through one of the nondescript doors -- room 129-9, Wei Wuxian notes out of habit -- and then it’s just Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian following Lan Wangji. Down a long, boring hallway. 

It feels like old times. Especially as Wei Wuxian finds his eyes… wandering. 

The Bureau slacks look unfairly good on Lan Wangji, blue wool hugging tight to the curves of his legs and ass in a way no law enforcement uniform should ever be allowed to do. It’s rude. He must get them tailored. 

Lan Wangji leads him through another nondescript door -- room 157-3 -- which opens up into a large bullpen. Heads swivel in their direction, eyes snagging on Wei Wuxian and his casual state of dress. Everybody else in here is wearing uniforms in one state of undress or another, while Wei Wuxian is wearing ripped black jeans and a heather red v-neck. Hopefully he’ll get his jacket back soon. He spent a good amount of time stitching talismans into it; he’d like not to have wasted the effort. 

Eyes un-snag; heads swivel back toward screens. Wei Wuxian remembers the strength of Lan Wangji’s glare and he imagines it’s only become more powerful with age and seniority. He can practically feel the shiver up his own spine. 

Or maybe that is a shiver up his spine. 

It’s strangely nostalgic, being here, even though Wei Wuxian is fairly certain he has never been in this particular room before. But that doesn’t really matter. The layout is the same, the furniture is the same, even the smell is the same. The computers have been updated, at least, but not within this decade. 

Lan Wangji’s office is nice. Clean and minimalist, as expected. Stark white walls, a meticulously curated bookcase, and a matching walnut and glass-top desk. No pictures, no wall art, not even a particularly fancy name plate. The closest thing to a personal touch anywhere in the room is the tea set Lan Wangji’s mother made for him before she died. Wei Wuxian’s fingertips still remember the soft, inexpert curves of the cups. 

The door clicks closed behind him and the silence that settles is almost crushing. 

Tension pulls the lines of Lan Wangji’s shoulder blades toward the middle of his back, which is still turned to Wei Wuxian. His hands slowly curl into fists by his side. 

A familiar ache twists in Wei Wuxian’s gut -- has been twisting in his gut for almost an hour now. The ache for Lan Wangji’s eyes to be on him. The ache for his attention, for his reaction. Anything, really. Since the day he met Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian has always just wanted to break through that barrier Lan Wangji puts around himself, and to really touch him. 

Metaphorically. 

And literally, but that’s something else. 

Probably. 

Now, Lan Wangji’s long braid shifts across the navy fabric of his uniform coat as he turns his head to the side, the shining plait slipping like snake scales through water. Wei Wuxian holds his breath, waiting for the bite. He watches the tension held in Lan Wangji’s jaw forcibly release, and then, finally:

“Wei Ying.”

[ectoplasmic-entity]

Nutty to ask but could you write a little smut with a fem reader. Nothing in particular, mans has just been running through my mind like a track star🧍‍♀️

-Lain

Here ya go~

I wrote this while I should be asleep lol

Your heart beats violently against your chest, blood pounds through your veins. It brings an unbearable heat with it. Your back presses into the hard, uncomfortable surface of the wall. Your throat strains with a long held back breath, it aches to relax those muscles. Just one little thing stops you from doing so.

Dan's large form towers over you, his eyes intensely bearing into yours. Both of your forms are invisible, as transparent as the empty space around you. But, one wrong move and you'll be exposed. Dan keeps you in place with a hand in your underwear.

His fingers wiggle around within the rapidly warming extremities of the fabric. Every so often your pelvis pushes against them, and they'd tease your nether regions in return. Such sensitive flesh that twitches at the slightest of ministrations. Dan carefully trails his nails over, your body shakes from effort and a pulsing throb swells up between your legs. Your muscles burn as the warmth sinks into you, tingles of pleasure tempts your throat into relaxing.

You heave a breath and sigh softly. Dan's hand suddenly pushes firmly into you, you swallow thickly. You shiver, minute traces of sweat dribble down your jawline.

"Ah... we don't want anyone to hear us now, do we?" Dan asks teasingly. His body emits an overwhelming heat.

You mumble quietly and incoherently in near desperation. You arch and twist your body to will away the rebellious shudders of delight. Your chest bounces with every beat.

Your mouth hangs open, no sound comes out. You aren't sure whether to take a breath, or continue holding it, until the smooth, dark tone of Dan's voice slips into your ears with the little magic words.

Rather than any of that, Dan leans in close to you, his eyes soften as he looks over you. "I'm surprised you lasted this long."

His grin widens into a dangerous, fanged smile. Before you even blink, Dan presses his lips to yours.

The breath you've held for so long, forcing your heart and blood to pound more warmth and oxygen through you; your mind fogging up with silent desperation; Dan teasing you with his fondling; finally and properly expels itself. Blood pounds your throat. Your entire body sags as the tension melts away.

You jolt around when a certain hand begins to rub you. It's as though a heated blanket is thrown over you and a series of tingles surge through your nerves. Your insides pulse with excitement. You feel Dan's hot breath on your neck when he breaks the kiss, your legs press together.

Dan grins into your neck. He presses his body closer to yours, you squirm and twist under his touch. A tenseness as a particular flush of humidity floods your undergarments, he curls his fingers as you moan softly.

[kinardgo]

the watchman on his beat on ao3

4.6k words / trick williams/ilja dragunov / rated e

When Ilja holds up in challenge, sweating but still smiling, Trick huffs.

"For real?"

"Show me your moves."

[minp1072]

Peeps just LOOK at this graphic that my bestie @peace-love-on-planet-earth made for my birthday tomorrow! 😍😍😍 It’s so perfect and lovely and my heart is so happy! ❤️💛💙💚

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

AO3 downtime? Don't fret!

It's funny that the next mayor AO3 downtime happens again when it's very, very hot here, because last year, I made a post about my fics on Tumblr. Which you can read when AO3 is down, yeaaaaah 😂 So, an update! (That's not all of my fics, though, I'm afraid most of them are only on AO3.)

Buck/Tommy: Come and Let the Storm Bring Us to Life Has anybody noticed that the sky is falling Desert Dreams Before the ashes hit the ground Buck/Tommy drabbles Tumblr Prompt Fills 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 Tevan ficlets  1 | 2

Emhyr/Geralt

Geralt/Eskel 1 | 2

Eskel/Letho of Gulet

Aiden/Lambert

Regis/Geralt

Ressler/Reddington ficlets 1 | 2

Astarion/Gale

Omega (The Bad Batch)

Matt Murdock & Foggy Nelson

[wrylywriting]

comments on any Polin fic I write post season 3 are driving me to not write these anymore like... I know I keep harking on this but it keeps happening lmao