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feyhunter78 · 7 months ago
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The Dreadful Need in the Devotee Masterlist - Completed
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Summary - During your Uncle Robert's Royal Procession, you find yourself enraptured with Ned Starks' bastard son. While Jon has never dreamed so vividly until your arrival, a thread seems to exist between you and him, pulling you together.
Luckily for you both, your father Tyrion has decided you need a sworn sword.
I’ve messed with canon and aged everyone up, so we start our story off with y/n being fifteen and Jon being sixteen, then go from there!
Ch 1: The Little Lion Ch 2: The Bastard Son Ch 3: Cyvassse Ch 4: Greensight Ch 5: The Tourney of the Hand Ch 6: The Chamber of the Little Lion Ch 7: Within Lannister Grasp Ch 8: Secrets Revealed Ch 9: Enter Stage Left: House Tyrell🔥 Ch 10: Aftermath Ch 11: Roseroad Ch 12: Weirwood Ch 13: The Queen's Nameday Ch 14: The Son of the Morning Ch 15: Duality of a Lioness Ch 16: The Young Wolf Ch 17: Northern War Camp Ch 18: The Fall of the Lannisters Ch 19: Post War Revelry Ch 20: The Lion and the Star Ch 21: As Time Unfurls
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mikhardwheat · 6 months ago
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I heard that's what young people like nowadays.
Pairing: Maxley (Max Goof/Bradley Uppercrust III)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Summary: Max says all the wrong things, and still gets the man.
Or, alternatively:
Bradley is bad at feelings, but Max somehow is even worse.
Status: Completed. 10k words, 3 chapters.
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rayan12sworld · 3 months ago
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💚Once there was a Fox
By:TriviasFolly
Summary:
In a world where magic is in decline, huli jing Wei Wuxian's sole goal is repaying debt his family owes the Jiangs. Something he’d failed at so far. At least this time he can blame the Emperor himself.
Lan Tradition holds that Emperors cannot publicly appear until they’ve found their mate, so a kingdom wide search is held. And Wei Wuxian qualifies to be a candidate! Locked in the palace, Wei Wuxian must find a way to get kicked out before his one night with the Emperor. Something that would be easier if it wasn’t for the Captain of the Guard Lan Zhan foiling his every move.
Chapter:8/8
Words:85,390
Status:completed
Author's tumbr: @triviasfolly
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itsphantasmagoria · 6 months ago
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The final art for Follies, the school founders! I loved doing this one, look how cute they all are 😭
(read all of follies here!)
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tippenfunkaport · 2 months ago
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"Hold out your hand," she said, and he did because he always trusted her, even now when everything was unfamiliar and new. She tipped whatever was in her hand into his and pressed his fingers closed around it. "Can you feel it?"  He nodded. Something tingled against his palm, the warmth slightly twitchy, like a living thing. When he glanced down, he saw golden light spilling out from between his fingertips. "What is it?"  Glimmer fit her hand over his, the two of them holding the glow together. "Ask it to do something. Anything."
Gorgeous art by the amazing and talented @dalila-nonsense for the final chapter of Going There called...
✨Glow✨
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fuzzygoblin · 2 months ago
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We All Scream for Ice Cream - 🎆 ✨ Now Complete!
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Word count: 71271
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 18/18
We've made it to the end; Crowley's final big decision and a glimpse into their future together. Enjoy responsibly. Or irresponsibly, both work just fine in my opinion. 🍨 🍦 ☕
My eternal gratitude to u/ckocek who beta'd this crazy fic and improved my punctuation and laughed along in all the right places and called me out if I missed the mark. And thank you to @goodomensafterdark
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imbecamiel · 2 months ago
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“He’s dead,” Tim said, blankly. “Look at me.” Jason ducked his head to catch Tim’s eyes. “Hey, look at me. You didn’t kill him. You just shot him. No big deal, right? You’ve injured lots of people. Just part of the job. Doesn’t matter it was with a gun this time. Doesn’t change anything. I’m the one who killed him. You’re fine.”
Now complete with the final chapter. :)
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thisdivorce · 4 months ago
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Chapter 16: The only constant in life is change
Chapter Summary: New beginnings.
Summary: Paroled to a small town in Iowa, Mickey Milkovich is lost, lonely, and under the watchful eye of his parole officer who arranges to employ him as a house painter. His first big job? A small, decrepit Catholic Church.
Length: 5.4k
Rating: Explicit
it's done!!! thanks for all who were on this journey with me. thank you as always to my dear friend & beta @gallawitchxx for all your help and support!
read here from the beginning
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aeoneskova · 6 months ago
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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy is complete!
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The final chapter + epilogue is up! Sorry for the wait but I wanted to post them together and here’s some art I did of Percy to go alone with it :))
Thank you all so much for sticking with me! I plan to continue with some Wolfstar wips (a pirate AU and an astronaut AU) so if you’re interested in those I’ll share updates on here.
For now though I hope you enjoy the fic <33
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poolverineficrecs · 14 days ago
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Im back with another new fave guys I’m so in love <333333
Edgebug my beloved never stop being you
33k Explicit
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demonvampire180writes · 1 month ago
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It Was Dinner and a Movie
Pairing: Buck/Tommy
Rating: Teens and Up
Trigger Warnings: Mild homophobic language
Word Count: 3,406
Completion Status: Complete
Ao3 Link: It Was Dinner and a Movie
Like one would expect, the bar was crowded for a Friday night, basically every seat from end to end occupied with folks waiting to be seated.
Buck and Tommy wove their way through bodies, Buck’s pinky linked around his boyfriend’s, searching for an empty table. In the far back corner, Tommy spotted a hightop just being cleaned off and, with their linked hands, gestured to it. Buck nodded and made a beeline for it, just as another couple laid eyes on it. Scooting into it Buck cried, triumphant, “This table is ours!” He whooped and Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle as he slid into the seat across from him. It was only a two top so they, unfortunately, couldn’t sit next to each other but that was fine. Tommy preferred looking at the younger boy's face head on anyway.
He was a vision after all.
Smirking, Tommy kept the comment to himself and settled in, leaning back in the chair with his hands clasped on the table. A few minutes later, a harried looking waitress approached them, a tablet in hand. “Evenin’ boys, what can I get cha?” Her accent was thick, made thicker, he was sure, by the bags under her eyes and the messy blond bun with hair sticking out every which was as though it had been thrown up in a rush and hadn’t been brushed smooth in a long while.
“Can we get a pitcher of whatever IPA you have on tap, and do you want to start with a basket of onion rings?” He glanced at Evan who gave him a nod of approval. “That will be all for now, thanks.”
“Sure thing, hun.” She smiled tiredly at them, laid down two generic beer branded coasters, and turned on her heel to serve another table. Both men watched her go.
When she was out of earshot Evan muttered, “Man do I not miss my customer service days. I loved it, but when days were rough they were rough.”
“Oh, so, you mean like your job now?” Tommy asked wryly, eyebrow quirking. His boyfriend leaned across the table and smacked him in the chest with the back of his hand. He didn’t hit him hard but Tommy rubbed at his chest with a pout anyway.
“You deserved that.” The waitress came back then with a pitcher full of dark beer and two glasses of water that she sat down on the coasters. She then placed two empty glasses down and motioned with the pitcher as if to fill them. Evan held up a hand and said, grinning that grin that made a woman’s panties melt, “We’ve got it, no problem. Thank you.” Her shoulders seemed to sag in relief as she placed the pitcher in the center of the table.
“Onion rings should be out soon.”
Tommy held out a placating hand. “No hurry. We’re not in a rush.” She seemed to relax even further, saying no more as she once again turned and disappeared back into the crowd. “Now, do you mind telling me why you think I deserve your abuse?”
“For being a sass master, obviously.”
“Just when did I sass you?” Tommy asked as he filled first Evan’s glass, and then his own, taking a long dreg of it with a smack of his lips to finish. Whatever the waitress had chosen tasted fantastic, though it was on the hoppier side of what he’d usually drink.
He mumbled something under his breath that sounded vaguely like your entire existence is sassing me but he asked anyway, “What was that?”
“Oh nothing.” He sing songed. “I was just saying that being a firefighter is different. We’re not servicing customers, we’re helping people in need.”
“You could argue that customer service people also help those in need.” Tommy replied, unable to help himself. His grin grew at the pout on Evan’s face that stayed even as he gulped down half his beer.
Snorting in a not so eloquent way, Evan replied, “Helping a person whose coupon doesn’t work is not the same as saving one from say… a capsized cruise ship in the middle of a hurricane while your not-yet-hot-pilot-boyfriend saves the day, even making fake mouth static at the fire chief.”
“Oh? Tell me more about this hot pilot not-yet-boyfriend?” His nose crinkled in that adorable way it did when he was teasing as he winked at Evan.
“That’s what you took away from my complaint about comparing apples to oranges?” Evan reached across the table and took one of Tommy’s large hands in between them and began to play with his long, elegant fingers, seeming to not even care who saw.
At that moment, Tommy really registered how much things had changed, even in the short three months they’d been official. Gone was Evan’s hesitation in showing public affection; they held hands when they went for walks; they kissed when they would meet each other at their stations, despite the guaranteed wolf whistles; there was no hesitation in leaning into Tommy anytime he could, just so he could soak up his warmth. Even now, as they sat there, hands together, Evan seemed to tune out the world. Their first date, Tommy had told him that nobody was looking; that nobody had cared. They just looked like two friends hanging out. While that was true back then, now there were definitely some eyes on them - not all of them friendly - and Evan Buckley couldn’t have given any fewer shits.
It made Tommy’s heart swell with pride, and happiness. It was moments like these where he thanked all his lucky stars that he had allowed himself to give this baby bi a second chance. He had the opportunity to show him off just like any other man. It settled some sort of deep, primal instinct in him. The part of him that felt the need to mark, and claim, what he believed to be his. A shiver ran down his spine at the image that thought created, and he had to shove it away before he got arrested for a public indecency charge. Evan cocked his head to the side with a look of confusion. Tommy just smiled and turned his hand over so they were palm to palm, fingers intertwined.
The rest of dinner went as smoothly as one could hope for a busy Friday night - the food came out a little cold, but still edible - and their conversation flowed when they felt a need to speak, and the silences felt comfortable when they didn’t feel the need to fill it. Two whole pitchers of beer disappeared as they finished up, their waitress appearing like magic. “Will this be together or separate?”
“Together.” Evan replied instantly. She didn’t even bat an eye as she rattled off the total. Before Tommy could protest, Evan had pulled out his card and handed it over, grinning smugly as he signed off on the receipt.
“This was supposed to be my treat, Evan.” He couldn’t hide the slight hurt in his voice. This was their do over and that meant him paying for the baby bi that hadn’t even known he’d liked boys until a few months ago. To his surprise Evan stood and came around the table just to drape his arms over his shoulders, wrapping his hands at the base of his neck and playing with the loose curls there. “Evan?” He asked, looking up into his man's eyes seeing as Evan was the taller one at the moment. Tommy felt compelled to put his hands at Evan’s waist, pulling him between his legs. The noise around them disappeared and he got lost in those baby blues until he felt a less gentle tug at his hair. Giving his head the slightest shake to clear it, he returned to pouting.
“Do you remember me telling you that I owed you a beer, and you said, and I quote ‘and you still owe me that beer’?” Tommy nodded, his fingers sneaking under the hem of Evan’s shirt just for that minute amount more skin contact. “Okay well, do you also remember when we went out on that first date I made a total fool of myself and then you snuck around and paid for the check?” Tommy’s cheeks pinkened but he didn’t back down, pushing his plump bottom lip out even further instead. Evan shocked him with a dive bomb kiss, earning him a little baby ‘hmmm’ of surprise. Pulling away he had that crooked little grin on. “Well you’ve kept spoiling me ever since and haven’t given me the chance to buy you that beer.”
“I like spoiling you.” He replied, maybe sounding a wee bit petulant at the idea that Evan didn’t like being ravished with gifts like a dragon gifting shinies to his pretty.
Evan’s body shook with suppressed laughter, the barest snort escaping between his pursed lips. “And I love to be spoiled.” He booped Tommy on the nose, chuckling at the way he scrunched it in protest. “Well I think I’ve thoroughly repaid that debt. So about that movie. You’re not gonna leave me at the curb after telling me I’m adorable again, are you?”
Tommy couldn’t help himself. He swatted Evan’s ass as he pushed to his feet so that he could stare down into his boyfriend’s eyes. “Only if you promise me to behave, you scoundrel.” Oh the way the man’s eyes actually glinted with mischief. “I don’t even want to know what you could possibly be thinking right now.”
Leaning in close, breaths hot against Tommy’s ear, Evan whispered, tone husky, “And if I don’t behave are you going to spank me, Daddy?” An uncontrolled shiver ran down through the pilot’s toes, a certain part of him starting to rally. He had to quickly shove all those feelings in a box or they really would be skipping out on the movies again.
“Evan.” He half heartedly chastised, pushing him away, putting enough space between them that he could no longer feel the heat rolling off of the younger man. Was it hot in here? Sweat trickled down his neck. He rolled his shoulders and then his head, catching it in the collar of his flannel before it could go any further. “At this rate we’ll never be able to catch a movie together.”
“Right at this point in time, I’m not sure I’d be too disappointed if we didn’t.” Evan bit his lower lip and looked up at Tommy through his lashes. Tommy groaned and pointedly turned away so he couldn’t be swayed by those damn eyes. Behind him, Evan laughed quietly enough it was almost to himself. Shaking his head, Tommy reached back, groping until he caught Evan’s hand, this time being the one to lead them through the crowd.
Once outside, Tommy used his phone to call for an Uber. On the way to the theater, the two of them snuggled close together to browse through the movie listings, debating the pros and cons of each one. Tommy, of course, wanted to see the rom-com playing that starred Ryan Reynolds (Evan totally ribbed him about only wanting to see it because a hot man was playing the lead.) Evan, who was woefully uneducated in the way of cinema, wanted something with more action and less narrative.
Tommy, being the great boyfriend that he was, and also because he loved a good action movie himself, caved in the end. Arriving at the theater, the two hopped in line for tickets, Tommy buying two for the most recent Marvel universe addition. Evan thanked him, cheeks turning the most beautiful shade of pink and Tommy couldn’t help but lean over to peck him on the cheek. His face lit up and he wrapped himself around Tommy’s arm, Tommy’s hands stuffed in his pockets.
Although they’d just eaten dinner, Tommy declared that you couldn’t see a movie in theater without popcorn and a soda. It just wasn’t a thing that happened. So the two of them made their way to the concession line, in que behind about five other people. Once situated, Evan pulled out his phone to start looking up both movie, and Marvel, facts. Smiling, Tommy slipped an arm around his back, snaking his hand into Evans left back pocket. Almost subconsciously the man snuggled deeper into him, allowing Tommy to tuck him in tight. As the line moved, Tommy guided him along, allowing him to geek out. He babbled a hundred miles a minute, coming out with fact after fun fact making Tommy grin.
People filed in behind them which Tommy didn’t even register until there was a commotion. A loud voice, male as far as he could tell, made a sound of pure disgust before whining, “Man, these fags are everywhere. Can’t even take my girl to the movie without them all up in my space. Hey, homo’s.” Tommy just rolled his eyes and kept shuffling Evan along. Thankfully the man hadn’t seemed to notice being called out. (That, or he wasn’t exactly keeping an ear out for others' disgust because he’d lived a heteronormative life up until Tommy came along.) Unfortunately the guy didn’t let up. “Hey you faggot, I’m talking to you.”
Sighing, Tommy craned his neck around hoping that, if he gave him what he wanted, the guy would just leave him alone. The man making the fuss was a white guy wearing jeans at least two sizes too big - he had them sagged so far down he basically had diaper butt - and an open short sleeve flannel with a white tank-top underneath. He wore a crooked red baseball cap over his close cropped white-blond hair, Dumbo ears keeping it floating over his skull like it had a trick wire attached. Next to him stood a curvy, but petite, Latina girl that was way out of this dudes league with her thick, wavy black hair she’d pulled into a half-up ponytail, the part pulled up done in two French braids that were tied together to make the ponytail down her back, and immaculate make-up. She wore a gorgeous sunflower yellow crop top that sort of had the peplum look around the bra band area and a slim fitting denim skirt that sat just beneath her bellybutton. While not an hourglass shape, her slightly larger hips and narrower chest made her outfit the perfect image. Even Tommy, a gay man, could appreciate her beauty.
To at least her credit she looked embarrassed for her boyfriend. She grabbed his arm and tried, futilely, to hush him. “Brad, shut up. Leave them alone.” She gave a half hearted apologetic smile to Tommy.
“No, you shut up. I’m sick of these freaks being able to run around free like it’s normal. Are you telling me you think it’s fine, babe?”
The woman blushed but didn’t let go. “They’re not doing anything, just let them alone.”
The man, Brad shook her off and took a step closer to them, brandishing a finger that he jabbed at them. Evan had finally noticed what was happening and his entire body stiffened, his lips drooping into a frown. Tommy’s blood began to simmer, this close to its boiling point. “If y’all wanna do that gay shit do it at home and leave us normies out of your freakiness.”
Oh that was it. Tommy had heard enough of this rhetoric since even before he came out and he was done with it. He could handle the heat, he was used to it, but Evan didn’t deserve to hear this shit. Not on date night. Not ever, really, but that was neither here nor there. Leaning in he pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple before turning his attention fully on the brat thinking he was a man. Other patrons around them shifted uncomfortably. Tommy was a big man, he had a large presence even when he wasn’t trying to, and Brad was (attempting to) exude alphaness. He sneered with disgust as his date stepped back, clutching at her bag, biting at her bottom lip. Not that Tommy necessarily needed her to step in, but it was quite clear that she felt like she’d done all she could to tone the situation down.
“Listen here, and listen close.” Tommy growled, taking just one step towards their aggressor. “I have been dealing with men like you longer than you’ve probably been alive. And one thing I’ve learned about all those men? They are nothing but scared little boys under all their bluster. A limp, cold, hot dog has a better chance of keeping their wives and girlfriends happy because all their yapping is to make up for the fact that they can’t get their girl to orgasm. They bark like chihuahua’s because they know that if men like me went after their girls, there’d be no one left to settle for your weak, pale, ass.”
Brad snarled, cheekbones bright ride with his rage, and tried to lunge but Tommy put out his hand and held him back without breaking a sweat. “How the fuck would you know what a girl wants, huh? You’re too busy fucking boy pussy.”
Tommy grinned with a feral edge and he leaned in a little closer to breathe, “At least I know how to bring my partner to an O. Over. And over. And over again. Maybe check yourself before you start spouting bullshit. As a gay man, I guarantee I still know how to pleasure a woman better than you ever will.” With that he shoved Brad back and he went stumbling until he fell flat on his ass, gaping up at the pilot, mouth flopping like a fish with his loss for words. Flaring his nostrils at him, he turned his attention to his date and asked, “You alright, darling? Sorry for all this fuss.”
She blinked her large brown eyes at him and nodded. “N-no, I’m sorry he ruined your date night.” Her eyes flicked from Brad and back. “He doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.” Tommy cocked one side of his lips up in a smirk and winked. Her cheeks reddened as a small smile curved her own lips. After a second, she reached down to pull Brad to his feet, who had been screaming and whining the entire time about her not dropping everything to help him immediately like a good woman.
Tommy couldn’t hear what she was saying, she was hissing at him through clenched teeth, but he had no doubt that things were not going to end on a positive note for him. Finally he turned his attention back to the person who mattered and found Evan staring at him with stars in his eyes. He didn’t have time to ask why because it was their turn to order, they’d held up the line with their scuffle, so it would have to wait.
Once they’d procured their treats and were on their way to their auditorium, Evan grabbed Tommy’s arms and stopped them, turning him so he was facing the man. “I’m so sorry about all that, Evan. You shouldn’t have to hear shit like that.”
To his surprise Evan laughed, long and loud before saying, “Tommy, do you even understand how damn hot you are when you go all feral caveman?” Evan leaned in and captured his lips in a breath stealing kiss, even pressing his tongue in to tangle with a deep seated need. The heat from earlier returned and Tommy really began to question whether they actually needed to see this movie tonight. When they broke, Evan remained close, speaking directly into his ear, “You are so lucky we’re in public right now. When we get home, you’d better start praying because I swear I’m going to make you see God. Over. And over. And over.” He grabbed Tommy’s earlobe between his teeth, sucking before biting down.
Tommy groaned deep in his throat. When Evan leaned back, his face was flushed as he linked their hands once more, leaving Tommy’s regret to grow with every passing moment.
Their first day may have been a total flop but Tommy was beginning to think that maybe it had all been worth it after all. Squeezing Evan’s hand, he looked forward to what their future would bring, five minutes from now, five years from now, and beyond.
He’d found his match and no one would ever compare.
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mikhardwheat · 4 months ago
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Oh, hey. Here's another one.
Pairing: Maxley (Max Goof/Bradley Uppercrust III)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Summary: Bradley learns a thing or two about proper relationships. Max does too, but they end up taking a different approach.
Or
Feelings exploration is a (in this case) two-man job. With a sprinkle of "oh no" and "well, whatever...".
Status: Completed. 23.7k words, 7 chapters.
(Takes place directly after "Wet Clothes and Misunderstanding", but can be read as a stand-alone.)
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rayan12sworld · 5 months ago
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💠🧡The stuffed bunny, the beautiful nephew, and other gifts from Lan Qiren
By:deliciousblizzardshar
Summary:
Wei Ying was pretty sure his next door neighbor Lan Qiren hated him until he adopted A-Yuan. Now he’s bringing by disgustingly healthy food, taking Wei Ying and A-Yuan to family dinners, and let’s not even mention the nephews he keeps hinting Wei Ying should meet. Is it possible Wei Ying, consummate orphan, has found a family in his grumpy old neighbor?
Chapter:1/1
Words:8,629
Status:completed
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💠🧡The extravagant wedding, the gorgeous brother, and other reasons you should listen to your uncle
By:deliciousblizzardshark
Summary:
When Uncle starts trying to set Lan Zhan up with his neighbor, Lan Zhan has no idea that the neighbor is Jiang Yanli's gorgeous brother who Lan Zhan's just a little bit obsessed with.
Chapter:1/1
Words:5,037
Status:completed
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enterthetadpole · 2 months ago
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This story is now completed. Thank you to everyone for so much support, including @7-percent.
Love you all,
Tad💚
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autisticlenaluthor · 2 months ago
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besties. one single thread of gold is FINISHED. it’s completed at a grand total of 97,474 words, written over the course of 343 days.
this fic has spanned through 4 hospitalizations, two surgeries, over two months inpatient, countless procedures, even more ER trips, 1.5 semesters of school, and 1 acquired best friend.
the final chapter will be posted this week and in october - the first part of the sequel will go up!
thank you all for being here <3 i’m so freaking happy
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imbecamiel · 5 months ago
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“It’s not about frickin’ money, B,” Jason grumbled, readjusting his ice pack. “Yeah, B,” Dick put in, lighthearted, teasing. Rescuing the emotional tone as usual, when he wasn’t the one who was angry with Bruce himself. “It’s not about the money. It’s Robin tradition. You can’t renege now.” “You want me to be the tooth fairy. Again. For you,” Bruce said, slowly, still looking at Jason.
Bruce is Trying Hard, but his children are so very complicated, always, and none of the parenting manuals seem to have advice for situations like this.
(Complete Batfam one-shot.)
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