#Comrade Bingo

[cucumbermoon]

How have I watched this episode a thousand times and never thought about how this is the woman Jeeves used to be engaged to? We see Bertie hang out with his former fiancées constantly, but this is the only time we see Jeeves and his previous entanglement. They seem chummy, which is nice.

[eirinstiva]

¡Compañero Bingo!

I read the title of the letter and... "Comrade Bingo"? [sounds L'Internationale]

This letter comes with a very good advice:

Years ago my lil' bro made me laugh while I was recovering from a appendectomy and it hurt like hell, the pain was so strong that I cried, then laughed because I was crying, felt the pain again and cried again. That happened until I was to tired to keep laughing and crying.

I've smiled a lot with the first letter, so much that my face hurts. I think I need more time to write a proper analysis.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

S03E06- Comrade Bingo

The universe heard me wishing for book!Dahlia to appear and my prayer has been answered!! More of the Aunt Dahlia who lovingly calls Bertie a revolting young blot and less of the Aunt Dahlia who doesn’t care if he lives or dies please

They’re making the same shitty fat jokes about Charlotte that were made in the book but there’s an extra layer of baffling because she literally looks no different from any of the other female romantic prospects on this show

Like maybe she’s wearing a slightly bulkier coat

This is how I learn they had electric kettles in the 20s. Apparently they were invented in 1922

Bertie has so little involvement in household finances that he didn’t even know Jeeves had bought an electric kettle, which I assume must have been expensive, being the cutting edge of technology

Different Jeeves but he’s a class traitor all the same god bless ❤️

LOVE that Bertie immediately caught on to what Bingo was up to. My boy is bright! My boy is fed up with this nonsense!

I love the looks he and Jeeves exchanged

“You said Fothergill’s painting!” Bertie’s love of pulp mysteries finally comes in handy

[uozlulu]

Finished "Comrade Bingo" via Letters Regarding Jeeves

spoilers below

It's not a real Bingo story unless you say, "Bingo, no!" many times

Cannot believe Bingo blackmailed his uncle and thought that was going to work

Reading this story made me appreciate how in the TV adaptation, they had Bertie and Jeeves "switch places" only for Jeeves to rescue Bertie from botching tea making while hosting the pro-Communist group

I'm glad Jeeves got a pay day bonus out of all of this, he definitely deserves it

[eirinstiva]

Bertie is the mom friend of his group ✨

I don’t know why, ever since I first knew him at school, I should have felt a rummy feeling of responsibility for young Bingo. I mean to say, he’s not my son (thank goodness) or my brother or anything like that. He’s got absolutely no claim on me at all, and yet a large-sized chunk of my existence seems to be spent in fussing over him like a bally old hen and hauling him out of the soup.

Bertie honey you’re like that with every one of your goofball asshole friends

I suppose it must be some rare beauty in my nature or something.

gkkgkhlfkgk okay I can’t deny him here though, I would have strangled half of them ages ago

[littlemelly]

jeeves here vividly imagining what kind of revolutionary "chums" he and his master are more likely to be perceived as

[transingthoseformers]

Thinking thoughts about the vehicons and goofy fandom stuff

[idanit]

ok now i need to know about your niche country-specific jeeves AU

"Every valet takes great pride / in cooking what his husband likes" an edit of a makatka by @maidblues

(You've probably forgotten about sending this ask. I almost forgot I had a reply sitting in my drafts.)

This is incredibly niche and very hard to do for numerous reasons, but I've been thinking about a Polish Jeeves AU for a good while now. I'm not the best person to come up with the best way to cut almost all politics out from a story set in the 1920s in a country that has just become sovereign and is about to go through some further enormous transformations, so I'm not going to try very hard. Wodehouse's stories already take place in an idyllic sort of fantasy on the theme of interwar and postwar Britain, so I suppose a Polish AU would have to just lean into that even harder.

(Polish aristocracts lost their legal protections in 1921, but let's not think about it too much. Don't think about how you could possibly make "Comrade Bingo" work in a post-1920 Poland either. Etc., etc.)

So we've established that this would have to be some sort of barely recognisable fairytale Poland. But something in me is compelled by the idea of trying this out anyway because there are not a lot of wodehousian stories in Polish literature of the time. Not a lot of comedy without other genres mixed in in general. And one does wonder what it would look like.

Names are tricky. I want Bertram to be Bartłomiej or Bartosz (Bartek in the diminutive). @maidblues likes to give him the surname of Kogucik (rooster) and I toyed with the idea of giving him the Kur (another word for rooster) crest.

As for Jeeves's name, his case is more complicated because as far as I know servants in Poland were usually called by their masters by their first name, and the most common servant (as well as Polish in general) name would probably be Jan. So I'm tempted to make Reginald Jeeves a Jan Regulski or a Jan Reguła (reguła means "a rule").

This choice has the advantage of turning the "Jeeves?" / "Yes, sir?" exchange into "Janie?" / "Tak, jaśnie panie?". It rhymes. I find this amusing.

Servants at the time were overwhelmingly female, especially those who worked alone and for a single person/household, but we're going to ignore that.

Bertie is an aristocrat living in Warsaw, since it's the capital city, but his family is from some Mazovian dworek (manor house).

Aristocracy was not quite as much of an exclusive club as it was in Britain (some historians say it made up 10% of Polish society). Bertie probably says his ancestors fought at Grunwald, but he would likely bring up the Romanticism and the XVII century a lot as well, because they were as alive in the Polish public consciousness of the time as Middle Ages were in the mind of a certain kind of Englishman. Bertie could lean into something commonly called "the pride of the Sarmatians" (duma sarmacka).

Bertie's school is important. Everything depends on this, I think — Bertie's language, his friends, his club. Wealthy aristocrats did send their children abroad sometimes, so he could even have a typical British public school education even if he'd be unlikely to attend Eton and Oxford, specifically, but this feels like a cop-out, so I'm going to assume he was a student at some Polish university and not think about it too much lest I get caught up in the timelines of what university in what partition of Poland it would make sense for him to attend.

Bertie's way of speaking. My heart wants to make Bertie use some elements from the Warsaw subdialect because it's very fun and it would fit him, but regrettably, I think it's too working-class for him. I am fascinated by the idea of Bertie borrowing words from German and Russian in addition to French, though. He'd probably make use of some form of gwara uczniowska (student slang), too.

And Jeeves could know the Warsaw subdialect well, even if he would probably not use it while speaking to the members of the aristocracy (I'm pretty sure an early version of canon Jeeves spoke with a subtle Cockney accent, calling Bertie "guv’nor"). I wanted to make him a Warsaw local, perhaps with some family in the countryside, perhaps in the former Prussian partition, since I think the level of literacy was higher there and I need a way for Jeeves to have a chance of getting some education.

The Drones. There were no gentlemen's clubs, so I think the Drones would have to be a coffeehouse, a restaurant, or a szynk / pub called "Truteń"/"U Trutnia"/"Pod Trutniem". It's a significant change because they were not exclusive places, but it's the best I can think of. Coffeehouses in particular had a rich tradition as cultural places where people spent hours and hours on discussions. I think a Polish equivalent of a Drones Club could even serve as a tongue-in-cheek satire on artistic groups like Skamandryci. The Polish Drones would just have to take their gambling elsewhere. (@maidblues came up with another name for a Drones-like place that served food: Darmozjad. I love the pun — the word means someone useless, lit. someone who eats for free.)

As for the Junior Ganymede (Ganimedes), I think it would be a stowarzyszenie (club/society) without its own venue. Its members would probably meet at regular conventions. Here, I see an opportunity of some comedic nods to the tradition of "zjazdy", which in the centuries past were politically significant meetings of the aristocracy.

Bertie sings Mieczysław Fogg's songs.

Jeeves knows quotes from Mickiewicz and Słowacki (Polish Romantic poets) by heart.

Bertie is bi/multillingual enough to run off to Paris instead of New York City every now and then. Not quite putting an ocean between you and your aunt, but far enough for Ciotka Agata not to follow him.

I'm unlikely to ever finish writing anything for Jeeves in Polish, so, to finish things off, have this contextless excerpt from some draft of mine:

Mam na myśli tyle tylko, że podczas półtygodniowego pobytu, w którym jaśnie panowi udało się wpaść do sadzawki, zaręczyć, zostać pogryzionym, rozsierdzić Spodkowskiego i obrazić trzy stateczne matrony, choć nie dokładnie w tej kolejności, Jan ocalił mój ulubiony garnitur (bez krawata), zgrabnie mnie odręczył, opatrzył i odwiózł do Warszawy, a skroni jego nie zrosiła nawet mgiełka potu. Wspaniały człowiek. Obsypałem go, rzecz jasna, pewną ilością marek, ale wydawało mi się to zgoła niewystarczające. Dusza moja śpiewała, wolna jak ptak bez obrączki, a mój wybawca miał z tego tylko trochę świstków papieru, które i tak natychmiast wyśle rodzinie spoza stolicy — znałem go doskonale.

[thethirdromana]

Makes sense Jeeves is more traditional, Woodhouse said he'd be 35 on his first appearance, while Wooster is 24

That's definitely part of it but I think there's also an interesting class angle here. Jeeves isn't just interested in Wooster being dressed well, he's interested in him being dressed suitably as a gentleman.

There's a whole theme here about servants as enforcers of class hierarchies - see Jeeves' utter disdain for Rowbotham in Comrade Bingo, who in turn sees Jeeves as "an obsolete relic of an exploded feudal system". Jeeves may be politically as well as sartorially conservative.

I think that goes beyond Jeeves and Wooster - there's a trend in literature from and set in this period to portray servants as conservative, or at least more so than other people from a similar class background. This interview suggests that this might have had some basis in reality, for instance because more conservative families would prefer their children to go into service than into less respectable alternatives like factory work, and because servants often echoed the politics of their employers.

Though in Wooster's case, I assume he votes in whatever way Jeeves suggests that he should!

[eirinstiva]

"C’est l’éruption de la fin"

New letter from my friend Bertie Wooster and after reading again I can comment about this. This story needs a soundtrack and I chose the version I'm most familiar with of L'Internationale.

I really like to read about how was political activism before the internet era. In general I love history and political propaganda and humour are important part of history.

See this illustration?

It looks familiar:

This letter shows clearly how Bertie is the "mom friend" of his group, and that's why chaps like Richard Bingo Little always ask him for help. Wooster has the intention but lacks of creativity to make plans. That's why Jeeves is so important in this dynamic.

Before we start, give me your honest opinion. Isn’t she the most wonderful girl you ever saw in your puff?” He had produced a photograph from somewhere, like a conjurer taking a rabbit out of a hat, and was waving it in front of me. It appeared to be a female of sorts, all eyes and teeth.

Another very ace moment of Bertie and another woman in Bingo's history. How can he fall in love so easily? IIRC this is the fourth woman after Mabel, Honoria and Honoria's friend. Love makes Bingo blind and he can't see the red flags likes this one:

You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane, and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?

I'm all "eat the rich" but not a big fan of a massacre myself [*sips mate tea*].

When I was in college/university/whatever I met some guys who used political meetings as a chance to meet girls. Communist girls were very famous during the Revolución Pingüina (Penguin revolution) in 2011 like (now minister) Camila Vallejo. None of them used fake beards, tho.

Dear Bingo Little, you don't think that maybe it's a bit too early to start with expropriations? How can you invite a group of people to the house of a friend and demand food?

There's a Comrade Butt, a horse, too much food and tea but I don't know how Jeeves can use it to help Bingo and Bertie. And yes, I'm more than sure that Jeeves will be the one solving this. He's the brain of this duo.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

did he NEED to stand this close

“comrade sir”

[lockes-woods]

Kinktober '24 Day 7

Request: Tsunade x AFAB Reader Mommy kink, oral, fingering

Requested By: Author's Choice

WARNING: Oral, unethical power dynamics, fingering, mommy kink. (LMK if I missed anything)

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You took in a deep shuddered breath as you made your way from rooftop to rooftop heading towards the Hokage’s office. You had just gotten back from what was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission, to gather intel on a rouge ninja who had been spotted on the border of the land of fire and the land of lighting. Things went south quickly when you discovered the missing nin had sensory abilities, not listed in the bingo book, that made you and your comrades stick out despite your best efforts. The rouge had managed to injure your two other Anbu teammates, before being neutralized by you. Neither had sustained life-threatening injuries. While it did not warrant seeking treatment in your return to the Hidden Leaf village, it did qualify for them to go directly to the hospital while you reported back to the Hokage alone. You took a couple of deep breaths as you landed on the stairwell and made your way up the curved steps towards her office. There was no moon tonight. Without its position you could only guess that it had to be two or three in the morning.

You tried to quell your nerves, you were an Anbu officer for fucks sake, you shouldn’t be having schoolgirl crushes on the Hokage. No matter how attractive, and strong she was. You knew factually from Konaha’s history that despite her looking your age, mid-twenties, she was easily old enough to be your mother. Somehow even that appealed to you, even now you could feel a spark in your core at the thought of being with someone with that level of experience. No matter how it was presented you couldn’t find anything about her to hate. Your repour with her was average when with others, but had mixed signals when you were alone; that you refused to let yourself dwell on. Despite your best efforts, you could feel anxiety manifest in your stomach as you knocked on the door to her office.

“Enter,” you hear her sweet voice call out. You entered closing the door behind you, before kneeling before her.

“Hokage-sama,” you greeted.

“Where are your teammates?” she questioned, putting down her pen and gazing up from her paperwork.

“They were injured by the rouge; he possessed techniques not included in the brief.”

She hummed, before asking, “And their statuses,”

“Alive, Ma’am. They both were injured with non-life-threatening blows and are currently at the hospital.”

“And the rouge?” she asked, giving you her full attention. You had never been happier for your porcelain mask as you began to feel your face heat up under her watchful eyes. The red accents of paint, imitating the face of a boar, hid your anxiety from her. At least you hoped it did.

“He was neutralized by me, Ma’am.”

“And his effects?” She questioned.

“Are contained on this scroll,” you answer untucking it from its latch at the bottom of the back of your flak jacket.

“Rise,” she ordered, you immediately stood up straight at attention. You stepped forward and handed her the scroll promptly, your fingertips grazing each other.

“Good, girl,” she said, unrolling the scroll, to look it over. You stood frozen, as you tried to decide whether or not you had heard her correctly. You fell into an attentive stance as she focused on the personal effects of the rouge. She hummed to herself, before rerolling and sealing the scroll.

“Were there any other notable details?” She asked, turning her focus back on you.

“None, Ma’am.” You answered quickly. She nodded, shedding her green jacket, leaving her only in her sleeveless tunic. Your breath stuttered lightly, taking in her attributes that were now completely on display for you from the deep ‘V’ in her neckline. You hoped to whoever was out there listening that she hadn’t noticed the reaction. You kept your eyes firmly on her face as her honey-brown eyes looked up at you.

“How many missions have you been on in the past month?” she asked off-handedly. This was unusual, you had never had lord third ask you anything that could reveal your identity. Though you suppose nothing has been usual since she took up the mantel as Hokage.

“Seven, Ma’am,” you answered curtly. She hummed, leaning back in her chair, arms now crossed under her bust. You tried your best to stay strong; her bust was even more noticeable in her new position.

“And you’ve successfully completed each mission without fail or casualty?” she questioned.

“Yes, Ma’am,” you answered. She hummed for a moment before looking up at you with a certain look in her eyes that you weren’t familiar with.

“Come here,” she said, pushing back from the desk. You paused momentarily, before following her command and circling the desk.

“Sit,” she ordered. You looked behind you making sure there were no important documents, before perching on the edge of the desk.

“Oh love, you’re going to need to scoot back a bit more.” She said, a smirk forming on her lips.

You followed her instructions, now firmly sitting on the desk, your legs dangling.

“Good girl,” she purred once again, this time it was unmistakable.

 “Ma’am?” you asked, not sure where this was going, but also not able to ignore the feeling of getting wet under her sole attention.

“You’ve been such a good girl this month. I think you deserve a treat, don’t you?”

“I-I” you stuttered, never in a million years did you think this was a possibility you should be prepared for. She stood up and was now above you leaning in and placing her hands firmly on the desk, on either side of you. She leaned down, lips caressing your ear as she went to speak again.

“You can go and forget this ever happened or stay and be my little toy for the night.”

You took a deep breath and fell victim to your own desires for once as you nodded in response.

“Good girl,” she praised, tilting your chin up and locking eyes with yours through the slits in your mask.

“The mask stays on.” You said as firmly as possible.

“Alright, any other demands?” she asked, running her hands up and down your sides sensually.

“No Ma’am,” you answered. She smiled down at you, before popping open the side buttons on your flak jacket and pulling it off. You thank the gods for your mask as you were left in a mesh top, panties, shorts, and thigh highs. She spreads your legs by sandwiching her own thigh in between. You let out a gasp as she pressed firmly into your clit, smirking down at you.

“Mhm, just as beautiful as I thought.” She commented, pulling the mesh top off. Leaving you topless in the Hokage’s office. A whine pulled from your throat as she placed a kiss on the cheek of your mask before moving down to suck one of your nipples into her mouth, while her nimble fingers twisted and tugged.

“Hokag-Ma’am I-I” you stuttered out as she smirked up at you, before pulling back.

“Go ahead baby, call me whatever you like.” She encouraged, blowing on your wettened nipple, causing you to gasp. She moved on to give your other nipple some love before moving down to where you wanted her the most. You involuntarily humped against her leg as she flexed her muscles.

“Such, an eager little thing; do I need to get you a leash baby? Do you think you’d behave then?” she teased. You could only whine in response. It felt like you were melting as she lowered herself to her knees, tugging down your shorts and panties to your lower calf, before you kicked them off.

"I guess, I'll have to kiss your other lips if you insist on keeping that on," she said, looking up coyly.

“Fuck,” she groaned, at the sight of your wet pussy.

“So, responsive.” She commented in awe, before spreading your lower lips with her manicured nails. She kissed up your thigh til she was right over your clit. You whined desperately as her hot breath hit your clit. You were given no warning as she leaned in and sucked your clit into her mouth.

“Fuck, Mommy!” you cried out as she flicked her tongue against your most sensitive area.

“Mommy, huh?” she asked teasingly, pulling back. You’re only able to pant in reply as she curls her fingers against your front wall.  

“Fuck,” you moaned, you weren’t even able to hold a thought long enough to care about others potentially overhearing. Despite not having the biggest hands, her steady strokes paired with her knowledge of female anatomy made her no match for any of your past partners.

“Mommy, please,” you whined, “need to cum-need it please!”

“Go ahead love,” she responded, blowing on your clit before taking it back into your hot mouth. You white-knuckled her desk as her finger sped up. You came with a shout, as Tsunade continued to finger you through your first orgasm of the night. You panted with your head thrown back as you came down from your high as she smirked up at you between your thighs.

“Please, Mommy,” you asked, desperation clear in your voice.

“Please, what love?” she asked.

“Can I-can I please taste you,” You asked; already sounding wrecked.

“Of course; anything for me good girl.” She replied, sitting back in her chair. You wasted no time before dropping to your knees and repaying her for your orgasm with interest as you ate her out. You ignored her pleas to stop after she came, only doubling down and making her cum again. You spent the rest of the night between each other’s legs til the sun began to peak through the windows. You were dismissed, with a now standing appointment with the Hokage.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: I can't believe I just finished the first week! I thought I would immediately fall behind, but somehow I came through. It's kinda been nice to work on oneshots and not have to worry about the plot lol. Hoping to keep up the streak another week. Thanks for taking the time to read. 💛

-Locke

[galaxiasthealooffloofnsfwdni]

allllioop I took this because why not

two bingos :D

og under cut for fellow aroaces

go hogwild comrades

[littlemelly]

aunt dahlia is my favourite relative

[dathen]

Comrade Bingo has a happy ending not because they freed Bingo from some Unappealing Woman, but because she deserves better than him, Butt got to get one over on the richboy asshole using their cause to exploit his own family, and his uncle learned his swindling nephew was the cause of him living in fear. FUCK Bingo.

[the-marron]

All-Forgotten Fics of Yours Truly

You know who constantly forgets to post stuff on Tumblr? Me.

And so now when I tried to find a link to one of my fics I couldn't because it's physically not there 🙃 I am a pro at social media. So now I decided to do a round up of all the Guardian stuff I haven't posted before, just for archival purposes 😅

Guardian

1. To wild uncharted waters

Summary:

Tonight, Shen Wei is abandoning all of Aoguang’s laws and heading towards the shore, for the second time in his entire life. All for Kunlun.

Also known as mermaid!au, written for @birdbird-blog ❤

2. What happens to the heart

Summary:

“I bring an offering,” he starts, feeling the oddness of the words on his tongue. This is not an offering, not exactly. It’s not incense and gold worthy of a god, it’s not a string of worshipful words either, and yet with who they are, The Ghost King has no other word for it.

There is nothing else a ghost can offer to a god.

Novel-verse, an attempt at happy moment between Kunlun and Shen Wei

3. Spellbound

Summary:

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei Vs Ancient Couples Counseling

Also known as duck!SW fic

4. The Way of the Househusband

Summary:

Zhao Yunlan vs household chores feat Shen Wei's existential crisis

Technically this one appeared on my self-rec post at some point and it was added to the art that inspired it but I technically didn't publish it here myself, so here it is. Domesticity, dear people, what else can I say.

5. hold every memory as you go

Summary:

Wang Zheng was her first girl friend. It sounds sad when she thinks about it, that the first woman she felt true connection with was a dead girl found by her boss and Da Qing in the woods, but that's still a fact. She didn't have true friends before, not like that.

Also known as: not a fix it people, just Zhu Hong post-canon, thinking about everything she's lost and learning to move on with hope

6. I've got a dream

Summary:

“I swear, if it turns out you have no idea where we are going, I will murder you and leave your body for the crows to find,” Chu Shuzhi said conversationally, stomping through the mud with the air of a man condemned to an unjust punishment. The object of his anger, Zhao Yunlan the Adventurer, just shrugged without turning back. Chu Nianzhi was certain that he had heard worse threats in his life, he used to work at the court after all. Though, in what capacity, Zhao Yunlan had never disclosed – ever since Nianzhi and Shuzhi met him at the inn, winning a strange map from a crowd of very suspicious looking men, all that they managed to get out of him was that he was on an adventure.

Written for an event, it has Chu brothers having The Time of Their Lives (Not) thanks to Zhao Yunlan who Apparently Has A Wife

7. Wish You Were Here

Summary:

Instead of falling asleep, Shen Wei gets to experience the millennia of longing, year after a lonely year.

Written for a friend, featuring, well, lots of loneliness

And I think that's all from Guardian? The rest was here because of the Guardian Bingo, I am pretty sure

And now, as my treat from me to me, the forgotten Luolins:

Luolin [WEILAN DERIVATIVES]

1. Unscathed [WIP]

Summary:

“Well, hello,” the man said, his lips tugging up in a smile. Not prepared for that, all Lin Nansheng could do in reply was to cough shallowly, the exertion of the chase getting to him. “You can let go, comrade, I won’t run.” Despite the lightness in his words, the voice was hushed, as if trying not to attract more attention. And yet, Lin Nansheng found himself letting go. The stranger used his free hand to support the bundle pressed against his chest.

---

A bitter and disillusioned Lin Nansheng gets pulled into much more excitement than he bargained for.

Post-canon longfic that I am still trying to write despite the lack of time. Totally not known as Godzilla AU, not at all good sir.

2. A Practical Arrangement

Summary:

It was a pure accident that Luo Fei and Lan Xinjie knew each other, and that the lady came to Cen Zimo with questions about a possible accommodation for her friend was a sign from the heavens. Luo Fei wasn’t convinced of course, but the argument of 'practical arrangement' swayed him in the end.

Technically it's not Luolin for it features an outsider POV of another deriv that has romantic plans re: LF, but let's be real here, I wouldn't break up Luolin for anyone so it's Luolin through and through. Sorry, Cen Zimo. (I am not)

3. we devour, like a falcon in the dive

Summary:

A quiet moment of trust that morphs into something much more.

Based on art, first attempt to give these two an actual happy ending and not an ambigious one

4. only a touch of dust remains

Summary:

He knows what he will find when he opens the door. He's known for a while, he's been preparing for it but still, the moment his hand touches the handle, he hesitates. He never hesitates, there is no reason for him to do so – there is nothing that can surprise him.

Angst. Outsider's POV. Did I mention angst?

5. All in the Scheme of Things

Summary:

And then Wu-laoshi brought in Luo Fei – a tall, handsome man in a well-tailored suit whose words were outpaced only by his thoughts. It was with relief that Lin Nansheng realized that they didn’t manage to discuss anything and would have to meet again – he had a good excuse to see Luo Fei again.

Modern Teacher!au, a prequel to one of my fics from Weilan Derivs week 2022.

6. Unmoored Academicals [CROSSOVER]

Summary:

A foreboding sense of familiarity washed over Zhao Yunlan. His mind had one, final thought of’ not again’, before the vortex of time opened for good and swallowed everything around him. -- The 'DCU moonlights as Shanghai University' crack that wouldn't leave my brain, with a dash of academia humour

Yeah, I wrote it mostly for crack reasons, but also to appreciate that while there are some similarities between them, SW and LNS are very different, as are LF and ZYL - it is a bit of a love letter to BY and Z1L's acting abilities, dressed up as a crack about a university jumping dimensions, just like Pratchett would have wanted

7. The man you seek is long gone

Summary:

After returning from Hong Kong, Lin Nansheng tries to find out what happened to Luo Fei. -- Mostly canon compliant with some fix-ity changes added

Presumed dead fic, because everyone needs one 🤗

8. It's falsehood's flame, it's a crying shame

Summary:

There is a man at the door, dressed in a rather expensive-looking suit, looking around with a faint air of distaste. He has a cane in his hand and a certain confidence around him – Lin Nansheng notices all of that, but it is dulled by the realization that the man is really handsome. * In an alternate universe, Chen Moqun becomes a crime boss instead of the Station Chief. Lin Nansheng follows him either way, until he encounters an unexpected complication in the form of Luo Fei.

Not-really (and yet) mafia!au which is also my first Luolin ever, written for @babischlong-six 😌❤

and now I am off to live that cryptid life because there are still at least a dozen weilan derivs fics that I haven't posted here either but I don't have the energy to do it today. Better to do something than nothing and all that ~