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Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 6

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw.

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Six. 六

Your dark mood lasts for days. You do not shirk your duties, but you definitely brood, hating everything, most of all yourself. A part of you hopes that Donaka decides you’re not worth the trouble after a glimpse of this other side of you. He does not prod you further, seemingly steering clear of you. He had his fun taking you down a peg–what more could he want with you? Surely he has better things to do… The more time goes on, the more certain you are that his proposition was mostly in your head.

Amusingly, it’s little Mrs. Wong who gets you out of your funk, yelling at you in Cantonese and smacking you with a wooden spoon when (maybe?) you didn’t move out of her way fast enough in the kitchen. You are determined that someday she’s going to let you call her Auntie, but apparently you still have some distance to cover. Her temper is like a firecracker, loud but shortlived. She’s adorable and terrifying, and it’s all so ridiculous that you cannot stop laughing as you flee, and the shroud of your depression lifts again like the sun penetrating through the clouds.

The absurdity of life has always saved you in times like this. What do you have to be sad about, anyway? You are healthy, you are housed, and you are fed in this beautiful place. You are having an adventure. So what, if your diabolically handsome employer does not approve of you? You’re just here to clean his floors, for fuck’s sake. 

Maybe Donaka Mark is rich, but that doesn’t mean he has all the answers to the mysteries of life. You find your mental state improves, when it seems like he’s ignoring you. 

Flirting with the cute gardener’s assistant doesn’t hurt your state of mind either. His name is Jun, he has an infectious laugh, and he offers to show you around the city on your next day off. Thinking some down time with someone your age will do you good, you are set to meet him at the bus stop down the hill from Mr. Mark’s house. 

However, he never shows. You try not to take it too hard, but it still bums you out. 

He does not return with the gardener the next week either, and then you start to worry. The kind old man who tends Donaka Mark’s plants just shrugged at your inquiry and said, “He quit.” 

It seems odd, but you brush it off. You suppose you’ll just have to explore the city on your own. You ask for the day off for your birthday, wanting to go do the touristy things, like ride the historic ferry and take the tram up to Victoria Peak. Maybe visit a temple, do some shopping at the Night Market, and definitely indulge in some local eats. Something about living in Hong Kong has you dreaming about noodles. It’s an affliction. You want to try them all. 

On your day there is a little carved wooden box on the table where you usually partake your breakfast in the common area of the servants’ quarters. You’re not sure why your heart falls to your feet with something like dread, but somehow you just know that Mr. Mark has not forgotten about you after all. 

With a forbidden thrill you flip the lid carefully, finding a domed-link silver filigree and enamel bracelet set with dreamy jade cabochons. The little details are exquisite, and you’re instantly enchanted. When you look carefully at the bauble, you realize the stylized blue designs aren’t flowers–they’re bats.

He remembered that conversation you’d had, that very first day. It warms you to your toes, and maybe scares you too. He's good to the staff, but you don't think he usually buys them jewelry.

Goddammit.

You just know, deep down, that you shouldn’t accept it. You even set it back down in the box again, just looking at it with hands on your hips. 

But therein lies the crux of temptation: you want it. It’s pretty and well made, not cheap tourist junk, and…he’d put thought into this gift for you. 

This bait for you, you remind yourself. It’s still hard for you to believe that he’s propositioning you, if for anything, because a man like him could have a supermodel on each arm if he wanted. What the fuck would he want with a girl like you?

Maybe…it’s just an apology?

Not likely, but surely he’s not going to expect you to sleep with him for a silver bracelet??

You have a problem, and possibly, a screw loose. You know this is a flame you should not play with. You are toeing the line, dangerously close to falling in.

What if…you just wear it today, then give it back? It’s not like he’ll know. You doubt you’ll even see him today.

It feels like a guilty secret, as you pick it up again, clasp it on your wrist, and set out for your big day. You like the weight of the heavy silver on your skin–worse yet, you like knowing that Mr. Mark selected this bauble just for you. It feels…like a badge of honor, and you know it’s stupid, to feel proud of yourself for catching the attention of a man like him–but you can’t help it.

You are smart, but sometimes? Your heart is really really stupid.

You do not return to the house until well past after dusk, nearly midnight. You made a day of it, actually able to enjoy the city since Mr. Mark pays so well. You will remember the hand pulled noodles with beef you had for dinner in the Night Market for the rest of your life, they were so delicious. Watching the chef stretch them out from a lump of dough was like a religious experience. 

Having your fortune told in the Night Market was memorable too, but maybe a little unsettling. Squatted on a stool in the older woman’s stall, you paid 100HK dollars for her to look at your right hand and frown. She told you that money would never be a problem for you, but the men in your life would always cause you difficulty. Looking at your relationship with your father and every man after that, you reckon she was probably right. You know you should take it with a grain of salt, but you can’t quite shake the hum of unease in the back of your mind.

On tired feet you walk through the garden, around to the entrance to the servant’s quarters. 

"Did you have a nice day?" asks a voice from the shadows. You start, then realize Mr. Mark is sitting on the carved stone bench, on the path to the servants' wing of the house, tucked back in the manicured trees. 

Fuck.

Immediately you tuck your wrist behind your back.

“Mr. Mark?”

“Come here.”

His voice is deliberately neutral–you can’t quite gauge his mood as you approach, feeling like a teenager caught staying out past her curfew. You have no way of knowing he has been waiting for hours, growing more and more annoyed that you are away from him, not under his watchful gaze, where you belong.

He knows where you were, if not exactly what you did. Unbeknownst to you, there is a tiny tracker inserted in your new bracelet you wear with such foolish avarice. 

“Well?”

“Yes, I had a wonderful day,” you confirm, coming to stand before him, committed now even if you are walking into the lion’s den. You find it odd he’s waiting up for you, but it is a beautiful night to be out in the garden. A cool breeze is coming off the water, lifting your hair.

“Let’s see it then.” He points at your hand so casually held behind you, and you know you are caught out.

Almost guiltily, you extend your arm to show off your new acquisition in situ. 

He props your hand with just the tips of his fingers, his touch maddeningly light on your sensitive palm as he turns your wrist to inspect the bracelet, sending a thrill down your arm. He likes seeing the gift that he selected upon you.

“It suits you,” he finally assesses, though you still can’t tell if he’s displeased. “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” you answer, barely above a whisper, feeling as though you are sealing something between you as you admit it. 

“Well, that’s convincing.”

Your heart feels like a sea urchin lodging in your throat. You’re not sure what it is about this man that makes you want to please him–and tell him to fuck off–all in the same breath. 

Then he gets to the fun part–for him. “You shouldn’t have stayed out so late alone,” he scolds you. 

You cant your head and press your lips, holding in the smart remark that burns on your tongue as his coal-black eyes bore into you, settling for, "I didn't mean to worry you…but it is my day off. I think I'm free to do what I want." You just can't stop yourself from adding the last bit, and you wonder from his darkening expression if it will be your undoing.

He imagines in that moment what it would be like to reach out and put you over his knee. Instead, he stands abruptly, startling you into taking a step backwards. 

He likes that. 

It irks him, that you dare defy him, like he doesn’t know what’s best for you. If you insist on acting so tough, he’s tempted to throw you over his shoulder and show you just how little it would take to actually break you. 

"Were you drinking?" he asks darkly, hating the thought of you out in a bar, with other men, enjoying yourself. Laughing, like you were with the young gardener not so long ago. The moment he saw that on his camera feed that he constantly watches of you, Donaka saw red. You should not give your joy to others so freely. You sprinkle it around everywhere you go, and he covets it all for himself.

That boy had to go.

"No," you defend, and you’re telling the truth. "I just...walked around." There was plenty to see in Kowloon district. 

Donaka takes another step closer, his body almost pressing against yours, the heat of it warming you. He watches your reaction as he speaks, his voice low and firm. “You should have let me arrange a driver for you.”

This again. It feels as though he wants to cloister you away from experiencing the world, by shoving you in a car. "Donaka..." you sigh, slipping into using his first name for the first time ever, because you’re tired, and your feet hurt, and he is standing very close, talking to you like he has a say in what you do…

It’s maddening and arousing all at once, rubbing with a velvet touch against some long long cavewoman instinct in your brain, and if you’re not careful this just might be the night he outmaneuvers you. 

Donaka’s eyes narrow at hearing you dare to be so familiar with him, even if deep down he secretly loves it. He takes another step into you, crowding you against the stone wall, caging you in with an arm. He’s blocking your path to a quick exit into the servants’ quarters, you can’t help but notice. Your heart pounds in your ears–but you’re not half as afraid as you should be of this man. 

“Hong Kong is pretty safe, as it goes…” you continue to protest around the sound of your heart drumming in your ears, earning a scoff. 

“You have no idea, the sorts of things that could happen to a girl like you in this city.”

You can’t help but think you’re not sure if you feel safe here at home now. 

“If something happened…I would have called you,” you offer up, appealing to his ego as protector, the role he’s apparently decided to take on for himself without asking you. 

However, he sees right through you, rolling those beautiful dark eyes. “You should have let me take you out,” he suggests in a low tone that curls your toes in your sandals. He says it like it had been some option on your menu that you’d rejected. Never in a million years would it have even occurred to you to ask. 

You find yourself doing your best impression of a fish out of water, like the ones you’d seen stacked like cord wood in the market. His other hand lifts to touch your chin lightly, closing your mouth. “Would you have liked that?” 

You honestly don't know the answer to that. 

This man fascinates you and repulses you. He's handsome and commanding and oh so forbidding. He scares you, but he draws you like a moth to a flame. Having these little flirtatious interactions around the house are one thing. Going out with him would be...something else entirely. The thought of what it could mean to socialize with a man like him, where you are so far from being equals, makes you uneasy. It's much safer to just...write about what might have been in your journal, later. 

"I'm not sure that would be appropriate," you finally answer breathily.

His smile for you is nothing less than the wolf baring its teeth. “Why not?”

"You're my boss..." you try to defend. You scare the shit out of me is the real answer you don't dare say aloud.

Donaka can’t help the dark laugh that falls from his lips at your answer, the way you flounder as you grasp for a defense, utterly drowning. A part of him wants to claim you right here and now, for being such a sweet, soft, naive little thing in his claws. 

He leans down closer to you, his head dipping down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Is that the best excuse you’ve got?”

For a moment, you think your soul might evacuate from your body. 

"Pretty sure it's a good one," you barely manage to reply above a whisper.

“You still don’t understand what I’m offering you, do you?” he asks, his voice deceptively gentle, a dagger clothed in velvet.

You love it how he makes you out to be the obtuse one, when he is the one who has spoken so cryptically.

“I…might,” you answer. You’re not a complete innocent, or a total philistine.

What would a VIP experience on the arm of Donaka Mark be like? Although he can be charming when he wants to be, it makes you feel more anxious than intrigued. You imagine a dinner at some high-end restaurant you could never afford. Somewhere people go to be seen, more than to eat, though the food would undoubtedly be amazing. Somewhere you would feel incredibly out of place. Then what? A ride in one of his ugly but wicked fast sports cars? A night of hedonism at some exclusive club for millionaires only? And what would he expect as payment for all this? You can’t even say you wouldn’t be willing to give it. You want this man with a voracity that is–frankly–terrifying to you. 

You’ve never felt anything like it. 

What you wouldn’t like is the inevitable aftermath of later: he's offering you the opportunity to give yourself up–then get thrown away, with the enjoyment of some perks in between. You could repeat your mother’s history all over again, a thing you always swore up, down, and sideways you would never do.

Donaka watches all these thoughts play across your face, without a word aloud to accompany them. You just stare, unable to speak, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“Say one sentence of the novel you just wrote in your head out loud,” he challenges.

You open your mouth to try, but nothing comes out. All you can do is look up at him with what you are sure is a pathetic expression on your face, paralyzed. He is so close, and your eyes fixate for a long, damning moment on his mouth. In the end you have to close your eyes against that laser-like stare, shaking your head.

“You know something I find interesting about you,” he goes on. You open your eyes, though your tongue is still tied. “I think if I made you choose between an Hermès purse or that cheap bauble on your wrist this morning, you still would have chosen the bracelet, wouldn't you?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately, maybe not to your advantage. Then you feel a little relieved, glad it didn’t cost a fortune.

“Comparatively cheap,” he clarifies, as though he doesn't want you to feel too at ease. How did he know? 

You narrow your eyes, lifting your wrist towards him. “Maybe…you should take it back.”

You think you might die of a heart attack, when he folds your smaller hand in his, and kisses your knuckles lightly. “It’s too late for that.”

You’re not sure what that means, but as he strokes your thumb lightly with his, you start to tremble.

“Sir…” 

He pins you with his stare, looming over you, but makes no move, waiting. 

“It’s getting late…and I have to work tomorrow.”

He lifts an eyebrow, smirking down at you. “And whose fault is that?”

“Mine…though it’s starting to be yours.”

He snorts. “Then ask me for the day off again,” he dares you. When you answer him with yet more paralyzed silence he gets frustrated, tilting your face up with his huge hand engulfing your jaw. For a man who works in tech…his fingers are calloused, and strong, and your legs just might go out from underneath you.  “Ask me. Say it out loud, y/n. Tell me what’s going on, behind those big eyes.”

You, however, just shake your head against his masterful grip. “You don’t want to know.” 

“I like secrets, y/n. I want to know everything.” You suppose that is his bread and butter, with his security business and all his cameras…you don’t know why it never occurred to you before now, that it could be a personal obsession, as much as professional. 

You’re tempted. God, are you tempted, with this beast of a man looming over you, touching you, looking through you with those piercing dark eyes. Like he wants to eat you as much as he wants to fuck you… 

Somehow you know if you dare go down that path…there will be no turning back. 

You choose the coward’s road.

“Please…I think…it would be best…to call it a night.”

He weighs you with a heavy gaze for so long that you start to doubt he will let you go–in the darkest dungeon of your heart, you know that a part of you doesn’t want him to. It would be convenient, if he would make the choice for you. Let you taste the forbidden fruit with none of the blame…

You are losing your goddamned mind over this man. You need to stop.  

You never really know why in the end he releases you, pushing back from the wall to give you space. You side-step towards the door of the servant’s quarters, afraid for the predatory look he’s paying you, that he might change his mind.

 "Good night, Mr. Mark," you say quietly, before disappearing into the little building where you sleep. A rush of frustration flares inside him as you scamper away–again. He narrowly resists the urge to kick down your door and show you who you belong to.

“Good night,” he answers back through gritted teeth, only the crickets left to hear him. He’ll have your secrets, one way or another. He can genuinely say he tried–a first, in so long he can’t remember when. For what happens next…you will only have yourself to blame.

[twsted-kinks]

TWST Dick and Pussy Headcanons (NSFW)

>minors and ageless DNI<

Content warning: Descriptions of genitals. Includes terms dick, cock, cunt, pussy. May include kinky stuff idk yet but bdsm and piss is always possible.

(Probably dropping the janitor series but gonna keep doing this one cause headcanons easier than fics. May still write janitor scenarios here and there but idk)

Parts: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle (here), Scarabia & Ignihyde, Pomefiore, Diasomnia

Azul

Pussy

Azul has a cute little clit and a tight cunt with his thick trimmed pubes matching his silver hair. His clit and cunt are very sensitive and he squirts easily and a lot. And, he hates it. Why? Well, he squirts ink (because I say so) and which can stain just about everything. This is why he usually jerks off in the bathroom where it's easier to clean. Azul is not good with most degradation, but degradation mixed with praise hits him hard. That mixed with him being a drooling masochistic sub means there's a lot of fun that can be had. Call him a pretty slut while you choke him and slap his cunt, fuck his face and call him the perfect cockskeeve, use his cunt and ass with no prep and groan in his ear about he's your favorite fleshlight. His ink will be everywhere.

Dick

Azul's cock is honestly adorable. Just a little under 3 inches (~7 cm) with trimmed pubes and a little beauty mark on his balls. His balls are plump and compliment his cock nicely. Again, he's self conscious af partly because of size but mostly because of the fact his precum is ink. Please dom the fuck out of him and especially slap his cock. Loves CBT and will cry. Watching him cry is just- he's so beautiful with tears streaming down his face. If you want to be really cruel to him, put him in a chasing cage. He hates it but also loves it so much.

Mer Pussy

Azul's pussy in mer form is below and between all of his tentacles (where an octopus beak would be). There's a natural slickness that is always present, so, when he gets horny, his cunt is absolutely drenched. It's a weird texture, but it's a very nice texture. His clit isn't big or long but it's almost like a miniature tentacle without the suction cups. His clit in your mouth will wrap wound your tongue.

Mer Dick

Azul's dick in mer form is in the same general area as his dick in his human form, but everything is behind a slit. You have to turn him on if your want his dick to be out. His testicles are internal so all stimulation comes from touching under his slit. His cock in mer form is just a bit longer than his human and is like another tentacle without suckers. His cock will try to wrap around your cock/strap and his cock inside you will be wiggling a lot.

Jade

Pussy

Eel mers have a little more freedom in terms in genitals. They can't change their genitals instantly, but they can change between male and female freely. Jade usually chooses to go with a vagina just cause it's what he prefers. He's used to internal genitals and doesn't like his bits just hanging out. He doesn't shave his pubes clean but he trims them very short and there's a very small amount of hair. His clit is rather big (similar to an afab person on T). Just because he prefers having a vagina doesn't mean he's super into being penetrated. He does enjoy doubled sided straps though. Loves tying you up and pegging you. Has a whole bondage and impact play toys.

Dick

While he prefers having a pussy, he also likes to change it up a bit. He'll decide to have a dick from time to time. His cock isn't girth but it is long, roughly 9 inches (~23 cm) that curves upward with a decent set of balls to go with it. He likes fucking you with his cock, especially enjoying your tight ass, but he doesn't like how he finishes quicker cause he can feel you around him. He's mostly a dom top, but, if you do want to top him, it'll be easiest to go for it while riding him. Though, at any moment he can flip it around and just rail you.

Mer

First of all, eel mers got both a dick and cunt because I said so. There's one slit for genitals above the anus where the human like torso and tail meet. The slit, when aroused, opens up to reveal the vagina and internal sheath for the two cocks (they get 2 again because I said so) where the cocks get hard and grow out of the sheath. Another aspect about eel mers is that, during certain times of the year, they got little eggs that come out of their cocks as well.

This is Jade's most comfortable form of his genitals. He loves fucking you in his mer form. Two cocks to stuff wherever he wants and a vagina for you to eat out. And, when that time of year comes and if you're willing, he's absolutely stuffing you with eggs. They won't be fertilized and can either be pushed out or disintegrate over time. He's also more willing to be dommed and topped in mer form, especially if bondage is involved. Normally he likes to be in control, but role-playing you catching him in a net and having your way with him is a real turn on. Milk him of his cum and eggs, fuck his cunt, he'll talk shit but also absolutely love it.

Floyd

Dick

Like Jade, Floyd can choose which genitals he wants in human form, but Floyd likes having an external dick and balls. He likes how they dangle and can flop around. Yes, he does helicopter his dick when nude and bored, and, yes, he will put his dick to a fan and just put it in random things. He has panicked and needed help to get his dick out of things like a bottle. His dick is about 9 inches (~23 cm) and curves downward. His pubes are unkempt and his balls are saggy and he loves it that way. They will slap you when he fucks you. He also just likes touching you/placing his dick and balls on you and on your things. He can be hard or soft, it doesn't matter. You will be doing something and suddenly there's his cock in the way. You'll be sleeping and wake up to his cock and balls on your face. He also just likes cumming on you randomly. If you're standing in the library or anywhere he thinks he can get away with it, you will suddenly feel your pants/skirt/legs wet with Floyd's cum. If you're sitting, Floyd will sneak up and cum in your hair or quickly yank you by your hair and angle your face so he can cum on your face. He'll also do this a couple times a day cause he has a high fucking libido and what seems like a bottomless pit that is his balls. You can try to put him in a chastity cage, but you better be prepared for the biggest brat behavior in your life. Cage him? He'll hump you instead. Punish him? He's teasing you the entire time. The only form of punishment that works is edging and denial, but he will lash out if you deny him. It is a challenge, but doable to tame him.

Pussy

He doesn't really like having a pussy casually, but he LOVES getting his pussy fucked. Either get a double strap or a strap for an extra dick, cause NEEDS you to fuck his ass and cunt. He needs you to fill him. His pubes are a forest with a nice big clit for you to find. Loves when you suck on it. He misses taking his dick out when he has his pussy, but he likes grinding on your thigh and covering you in his slick. Also loves riding your face. He will break your neck when facesitting so you better have good health insurance.

Mer

He loves his mer form but does miss just having his dick out at all times. Still, with his libido it's very common for his cocks to be out more often than not. Will drag you into the water and hump you and cum all over you. His favorite though is a version of reverse cowgirl where you're cock/strap is in his cunt and his cocks are in your hole(s). That or a normal cowgirl with double sided dildo in both you and him with his cocks either both in you or one in your and the other fronting your cock/clit. He usually likes this more cause its easier to bite you and shove his tongue down your throat.

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

Hi! For the WIP ask:

I'm sorry I gotta ask about and i've been tryin' not to feel it it's one of my fave JJK fics!

Specifically, how'd you come up with the overall concept and plot points in the fic? Is it inspired by anything from your own life experiences or solely the JJK source material?

Also: Is there anything in particular you keep in mind when you write Yuuji and Meg's characterization in the fic? Cuz you're one of the few writers who I think captures them PERFECTLY so tell me all ur secrets >:)

Thank you :D

Omg thank you so much, I'm so happy that you're enjoying it so far!!! This ask made me smile so big when I got it, this is exactly what I wanted to talk about for aibtntfi!!! warning, this will be a very long post lol. I'll explain further below the cut~

The overall concept was actually from me just daydreaming about what a regular itfs meeting would be life if they met in completely normal circumstances. I was still in college when I started writing this fic, and writing high school age setting feels unnatural to me now, so I just aged them up to make it easier on myself and more fun for me to write! This fic was also intended to only be a one shot, but..... then I thought of some cute little plotlines and rolled with it lol.

First off, I'm not gonna lie, I think a lot of jjk/itfs fics get them wrong—both their characterizations and their relationship.

I was determined to write my boys accurately, or at least as accurately characterized as I can imagine them being in a normal modern world! I couldn't picture Megumi being outgoing, or very willing to actively attempt to get to know anyone outside his current friend group, so I had to think of a way to get itfs to interact in a way that seemed natural and not forced.

Megumi has never been a problem for me to write. He's my favorite character, and I've loved him since the anime first started airing in 2020 and back then NOBODY gave a fuck about him (at least in my social circles). It felt like I was his sole fan, so I've always had a pretty good grasp on his character and personality due to having to defend my boy to the ends of the earth.

Something I've had to do to ensure that I keep him accurate is have little check ins. Whenever I write a chapter, I'll usually have a somewhat linear outline of what I want to put down, so I'll imagine if I could see canon Megumi saying/doing/thinking the same things as au Megumi. Obviously it's not a 1-to-1 (an au will immediate make a character different simply because of setting), but it does help!

For example, when itfs first met I couldn't imagine canon Megumi instantly fawning over him or getting googly eyes over him. That's just not my boy.

But I could imagine canon Megumi being slightly flustered and feeling mildly distressed when talking to a cute boy he just met and probably doesn't want to find as cute and interesting as he does. In a world where you can die on any mission you're sent on, Megumi likes having some feeling of control over himself and his reactions to things. That's why when he suddenly found himself inexplicably attracted to Yuuji for seemingly no apparent reason it distressed him; it's an emotion he doesn't typical find himself feeling strongly about and is more than likely in control of 24/7. That lack of control over his emotions is what causes him to begin to freak himself out and snap at Yuuji, becoming the catalyst for the entire fic.

Overall, Megumi is blunt, opinionated yet understated, responsible, petty, and he's kind of mean!!!! I mean that last one in the most affectionate way!!! He's constantly ready to insult or knock characters down a peg, but he's clever about it! He's a very emotionally complex character as well. He cares far more about things than he'd ever let on, and he's jaded as fuck. He has a very realistic (and slightly cynical) look at the world. He's extremely intelligent but has difficulty full expressing himself without wanting to put a gun to his head.

He's also a massive cutie! He's very quiet about his interests, but he does have love and passion for them. He adores his sister, unfortunately loves his friends and Gojo, and tries to maintain a level head and clear mind as much as he can while keeping a firm grip on what he deems realistic.

I also needed to imagine how the characters would have matured since I aged them up. 15 year old Yuuji does not have the emotional intelligence that 20 year old Yuuji does, and I needed to acknowledge that change. A 20 year old man should not be as immature as a 15 year old, not matter how closely you're attempting to maintain characterization.

Yuuji is much more difficult character for me to write. He's much more at ease with himself and the world around him, so it's a struggle to think of how he'd respond to others in different situations. Overall he's very understanding and sympathetic to others, but I think he also has a hard time knowing how to respond to them! With his older age in my fic, it was odd writing Yuuji with the emotional intelligence of a 20 year old because he just doesn't have that level at 15. That was a concession I had to make because writing 20 year old Yuuji that immature felt cringy and distasteful.

He's a silly guy! He likes to joke and mess around, but he's still capable of being serious. The balance between them is one of the harder parts of writing good Yuuji characterization, in my experience. A key part of his character is that he wants to be helpful. He's very easygoing and ready to provide assistance to anyone who might need it, sometimes even to the detriment of himself or others (in a damaging to their pride way).

The dynamic between the two is like gravity. There's something that somehow keeps them orbiting around each other no matter how hard one might attempt to break away from the other. They long to be near each other and don't know exactly how to define what they are to each other, they just are.

I can 100% get behind the idea that Megumi would be instantly drawn/attracted to Yuuji. That's more-or-less what happens in canon, so why would an au be any different? But the thing is, Megumi does not want to befriend Yuuji initially. He's civil with Yuuji, but he obviously doesn't care about being neighborly or getting on Yuuji's good side with the blunt-bordering-on-rude way he acts in the beginning of the manga.

I full leaned into that. I could absolutely see Megumi being irritated that he find this this stupid, kind, loud boy that he doesn't know frustratingly cute and I thought it would be a funny premise to get this little subtly tsundere boy to kiss a cute boy at the end of the night and get a boyfriend. That, in fact, did not end up happening and it instead stretched to them pining for each other for 14 chapters straight.

Yuuji is obviously far more outgoing than Megumi, so I had to play into that. He doesn't mind interacting and conversing with strangers, but he also doesn't really go out of his way to fully befriend them, so I needed another external force to really pique his interest in Megumi.

Megumi's resistance to chatting up with Yuuji is what draws the latter in. There's a deep curiosity engrained in Yuuji, because at his core he truly loves learning about things! I leaned into his curiosity for Megumi as a way to show that side of his character as well using it as a natural meet cute and spark.

When it comes to dialogue and interactions, I try to keep it as natural as I can! If I could picture a young adult have saying what they do or having a similar conversation then I know I've done my job! Repeating dialogue out loud or in your head REALLY helps. It helps your brain catch weird inflections or inconsistencies when just typing it out might not.

My final ace in the hole is my wonderful beta reader @kattythingz . They keep me in check for that sort of thing! They'll happily call me out if they think a line of dialogue sounds weird or that a character wouldn't say or act a certain way, and it's saved my ass over and over again. If you have people around you who are willing to read and can be honest about that sort of thing, then use them!!! You won't get better if people are sparing your feelings.

[icycoldninja]

Icycoldninja's Rules

I have received requests from several anons who have expressed uncertainment regarding the rules for requests. To clear up all the confusion, I have put together a short list of rules I have in place for my blog.

This blog and all material posted has been and will remain politics and activism free.

Please be specific in what you want when you request (i.g. male reader, a character from a specific timeline, etc.) otherwise I will default to my preferences; more information on that is located below.

DEFAULTS:

Below are the versions of characters I default to unless otherwise directed:

DMC: DMC5!Dante, DMC5!Vergil, DMC5!Nero, DMC5!V

FFVII: FF7R! Sephiroth, FF7R! Reno, FF7CC! Angeal, FF7CC! Genesis, FF7AC! Kadaj, FF7AC! Yazoo, FF7AC! Loz,

Metal Gear: MGR:R! Raiden

Additionally, my default Reader (Y/N) for SFW situations is gender neutral; no pronouns are used, whereas my default reader for NSFW situations is female, so please specify if you would like a reader of a different gender.

WHAT I WRITE:

Below is a list of everything I will write (both SFW and NSFW).

Fluff (any kind)

Angst (any kind)

Dark themes (violence, death, non-con, torture, etc.)

Sickfics

Consensual non-consent (consensual rape; also called con non con)

Breaking 4th wall (Fics that have the character "speak" to the reader)

NSFW

Yanderes (either the Reader or character can be the yandere, it doesn't matter)

Tentacle kinks

Vibrator/dildo/pegging/sex machine kinks

Size difference kinks

Voyeurism kinks

Mutual masturbation kinks

Rimming

Cum fetishes

Nekos

Futa readers

WHAT I DON'T WRITE:

Omega/Alpha/Beta dynamics

Kinks that would be classified as "gross" (i.g. nosesucking)

Gangbangs

Watersports

Scat fetish

Foot fetish

Monsterfucking (with some exceptions, such as Dante's SDT)

Fics where the reader cheats

Furries

Nonbinaries/enby readers (this is NOT because of prejudice or anything negative, simply a personal choice)

Transmasc readers (once again, not because of prejudice, simply my personal decision)

Poly relationships. Love triangles are acceptable.

WHO I WRITE FOR (This list is subject to change) :

Sephiroth (FF7)

Reno (FF7)

Genesis (FF7)

Angeal (FF7)

Dante (DMC)

Vergil (DMC)

V (DMC)

Nero (DMC)

Kuja (FF9)

Vil Schoenheit (Twist)

Idia Shroud (Twist)

Floyd & Jade Leech (Twist)

Malleus Draconia (Twist)

Raiden (Metal Gear)

Akutagawa (BSD)

Fyodor (BSD)

Nikolai (BSD)

Chuuya (BSD)

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to DM or send in an ask, I'll be more than happy to answer. Thank you very much for taking the time to read these rules, and have an awesome, motivated day.

[jimmywilsonschutzpah]

House fic ideas marinating in my brain and in assorted text files in my computer:

University AU where House is a physics professor at Princeton instead (got his physics PhD instead of going to med school AU) and he’s forbidden from having grad students because of all the complaints filed against him. Postdocs are fair game, though… Chase is, of course, his jaded postdoc.

Pacific Rim AU where Danny was Wilson’s co-pilot and a bad kaijuu fight destabilized their link and Danny could no longer drift with Wilson (or even face him after they almost died). House got his injury also in a kaijuu fight, where Stacy dodged and threw House’s Jaeger’s side towards the kaijuu’s mouth. House never could pilot again and never trusted any other Ranger to drift again. He’s now Marshall at the Los Angeles Shatterdome. After losing Danny, Wilson could no longer be a Ranger either and he trained instead as a paramedic, and he’s head of the paramedics and first responders at the Los Angeles Shatterdome. Duckling are all the current Rangers in this Shatterdome. Of course everyone jokes about how House and Wilson are probably the two most drift compatible people in the Shatterdome.

Camping trip fic, around 2001-2002, where Wilson tries to prove to House that camping can still be accessible and something they enjoy together. Probably set in the Shenandoah National Park.

Wilson/Amber where Wilson discovers he’s a Switch and likes pegging.

More House/Cuddy/Wilson/Amber shenanigans. Currently exploring the potential of Cuddy/Wilson/Amber.

Help, I need more free time and mental space for writing.

[ashes-and-pandora]

Kinktober 2023, SVSSS Only

For the sake of making it easier to keep track of this months fics and make an easy directory for being able to access only what you're interested in reading, here's my Kinktober collection for 2023, Scum Villian Edition, under the cut. Hopefully I'll remember to keep editing it with links and details as I continue to write. <3

Please enjoy the menu.

⚠️Dub/Noncon 💗 Fluffy/Cute (Still smutty tho) 🔥Very Spicy

10/1: Pegging (2,342 words) LBH x SQQ  ----- Binghe wants to do it face to face, but SQQ insists he's too big. One excellent idea from SHL later, they have a jade compromise.

10/2: Roleplay | Titfucking (2,087 words) LBH x SQQ  ----- Binghe gets jealous over SQQ dreaming about a woman, so he sets out to prove that he can do that better too.

10/3: Hate Sex (3,794 words) ⚠️ Bingge x SQQ ----- Bingge makes a guest appearance in SQQ's dream. They fight. They fuck.

10/4: Teratophilia | Rimming (3,190 words) 🔥 LBH x SQQ ----- SQQ wakes up in the middle of the night to find a suspiciously Binghe-like werewolf in his bed. Binghe might not be able to talk but SQQ still manages to get talked into it.

10/5: Omorashi (3,258 words)  LBH x SQQ ----- Binghe organizes an in-dream date in the modern style (taking notes from SQQ's dreams) but things go south in the parking garage.

10/6: Frottage (1,481 words) LBH x SQQ  ----- SQQ has a strangely vivid dream about the time he had to hide with Binghe in a coffin. 10/7: Stuck in Wall (2,492 words) 🔥 LBH x SQQ ----- SQQ: "I'm telling you, we have to fuck or I'll die in here."

 10/8: Master & Slave (3,103 words) ⚠️(mild elements) MBJ x SQH ----- SQH gets kidnapped and sold at a demon auction. His prayers for rescue turn a little...strange when he gets rubbed down with something beforehand.

10/9: Stripping (1005 words) 💗 LBH x LBH's Hand  ----- Binghe remembers a time he saw SQQ undress for a bath.  

10/10: Praise Kink (1,159 words) 💗 LBH x SQQ ----- Young Binghe gets flustered over being praised by his Shizun. However, the future doesn't go quite as he'd imagined as a boy.

10/11: Sensory Deprivation (1,540 words) ⚠️ Bingge x SQQ ----- SQQ finds himself pulled into a strange dream where he's been completely tied up by Bingge. He only hopes he can wake up again.

10/12: Somnophilia (1,347 words) ⚠️ (technically) 🔥 LBH x SQQ ----- Trying to feel good with a big puppy staring at you and saying embarrassing things all the time is hard. SQQ takes matters into his own hands to practice while Binghe sleeps.

10/13: Heartbeat (1,176 words) 💗 LBH x SQQ ----- SQQ listens to Binghe's heart beat and remembers why he loves him. Binghe can't keep his hands to himself.

10/14: Orgasm Denial (4,797 words) ⚠️🔥 Bingge x SQQ  ----- SQQ ends up back in that strange dream space and is tormented by Bingge using several 'toys'.

10/15: Shotgunning (2,891 words) 💗 Mobei-jun x SQH ----- Turns out MBJ's demon drugs impact humans a little differently.

10/16: Double Penetration in One Hole | Gags (3,395 words) 💗 Mobei-jun x SQH  ----- SQH doesn't remember writing that MBJ has two dicks, but he loses the ability to complain about it.

10/17: Threesome or moresome  (2,482 words)⚠️ LBH x SQQ + Bingge x SQQ ----- Trapped between two bodies, SQQ feels the sensations of both at once.

10/18: Spanking (2,794 words) LBH x SQQ ----- Binghe begs to try it, but it doesn't go the way SQQ expected.

10/19: Uniform (2,542 words) LBH x SQQ ----- Binghe tries out some of the outfits he's seen in SQQ's dreams.

10/20: Mind Control (4,917 words) ⚠️ Liu Qingge x SQQ ----- Liu Qingge has a bad time in the succubus cave. Or a good time. Hard to tell.

10/21: Panties & Lingerie | Tentacles (2,185 words) ⚠️ Solo SQQ ----- Curiosity gets the better of him, and SQQ tries out a mysterious set of lingerie that ends up...having a bit extra.

10/22: Intercrural Sex | Bondage (2,418 words) LBH x SQQ ----- SQQ insists it really is too big and too rough, so the boys explore their options.

10/23: Deepthroating & Facesitting (2,296 words) LBH x SQQ ----- LBH's insatiable appetite almost gets them in trouble during a camping trip.

10/24: Oviposition (2,772 words) ⚠️ Mobei-jun x SQH ----- SQH ends up in a spot of trouble and MBJ has to help him...get it out.

10/25: Edgeplay ⚠️ Bingge x SQQ ----- This time, Bingge won't let him go so easily. (Includes knifeplay, breathplay, and bondage)

10/26: Masturbation Solo LBH ----- Binghe wakes up in Shizun's body. He can't bear to look, but he can't keep his hands away.

10/27: Double Penetration in Two Holes ⚠️ SQQ x LBH + Bingge ----- SQQ gets caught in the middle of a fight over him.

10/28: Cockbulge Mobei-jun x SQH ----- SQH never thought something like this was possible. Much less that he'd like it this much.

10/29: Breathplay LBH x SQQ ----- LBH gives an underwater blowjob.

10/30: Overstimulation LBH x SQQ -----Every touch is just too much. Binghe's used to being the one crying, but seeing Shizun wet-streaked face and trembling, electric body is much better.

10/31: ???

[deliciouskeys]

001 for Maevelander :)

* when I started shipping it if I did:

Episode 3 of season 1! They had so many good interactions. I was really intrigued by what kind of person Maeve was to be able to not only date HL, and also somehow manage to extricate herself out of a relationship with him, still be alive, and still have him clearly pining to get back together.

“See that’s what I like about you. You always tell me the truth”. And then in episode 4… the harrowing plane scene. The Boys writers say it sets up a contrast between HL and Maeve’s moralities, of course, but I thought it was also a fascinating example of someone staying silent about a serious crime because it’s their ex-partner who did it. Her evolving and increasing disgust and self-judgement as events spiral out afterwards was very interesting to watch.

* my thoughts:

I do think with each season their interactions got less satisfying 😕 But I adored morallygray!Maeve walking with the devil side by side in season 1 ❤️❤️❤️

* What makes me happy about them:

I thought Maeve was a badass female character, and I really like to think/read about how she first discovered and tapped into HL’s mental subbiness.

* What makes me sad about them:

Well, the fact that they were never really on the same page at all about the relationship is pretty sad. The scene in S3 where she tells HL that she hated him from the start makes her yet another person gaslighting him (don’t think the writers intended this scene to be tragic but it was)

* things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I have to say none of the Maevlander fics I’ve come across have annoyed me. Hypothetically, I’d be annoyed by a fic where HL was cruel and abusive to Maeve and she was meek and long-suffering.

* things I look for in fanfic:

Maeve being dominant in bed, but also Maeve being afraid of HL. The fics that pull off both of those aspects really rev me up. Also, it’s not a requirement but I’ve been delighted by the percentage of fics for this pairing that involve a pegging element— not a necessity by any means, but makes me feral.

* Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

Maeve can be with Elena if that makes her happy (maybe this is my own problem but I wish Elena were written as a more interesting character. I didn’t quite feel the chemistry.) I loved Maeve with Butcher, even though it came out of left field— but it would have been an interesting endgame, imo. For HL… he probably needs to end up with someone who genuinely loves him. Which might be impossible if he doesn’t get depowered. He’s going to have to be single dad parenting Ryan :/

* My happily ever after for them:

Homelander harvests her eggs and makes super babies via surrogate…. Juuuuust kiddingggg. I would have loved if Maeve never broke up with him but stayed on as the jaded, cool kid vaping in the bathroom while HL tries to reason with her and please her with romantic gestures, and never dumps her even though she’s undermining his clean cut earnest image and costing him points.

* who is the big spoon/little spoon:

I love HL being possessive of her, hovering around her, coming up behind her, trying to get into her space (Clarification: don’t condone irl, just compelling dynamic). He’s the big dumb eager spoon that her little spoon has to stave off periodically.

* what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Apparently he liked weekend getaways to Europe with her. I think HL is into the glitz and PR of the relationship. But Maeve didn’t really enjoy any of that. I’d love to have had a glimpse into what HL references as understanding what it’s like for one another, being lonely at the top of the fame pyramid. Did they have quiet nights in where they watched movies and ate ice cream straight out of the pint container? We’ll probably never know from canon.

[myown-worstenemy-2003]

Helpless (Eddie Munson)

A/N: Hey guys! So here is another fic about Eddie, and with me, because I'm a *cough* whore *cough* for him. Anyway! This is very much written for me again, but I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it! PS: Jade and Miles are original characters. Also please do not copy my work, I worked very hard on this! Thank you! :) <3

Summary: Based on the song Helpless from the Hamilton musical

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“Come on!” Robin said, trying to convince you to go to the party that was happening tonight.

“It’ll be fun!” Nancy helped.

“Yeah!” Jade agreed with the others.

“I don’t know ‘bout it, y’all,” you said, not really wanting to go.

“Why not?” Robin asked, whining. You looked down at your hands and started playing with the rings on your fingers, “Well, ‘cause I get nervous when I’m around people I don’t know. And there are gonna be a lot of people there that I don’t know.”

“Steve will be there! And Jonathan and Vickie, and we will be there too,” Jade told you, hoping that you would change your mind. 

“But y’all have your partners, and I’m just gonna be a third-wheel, and I don’t wanna do that to y’all. Just go without me, and I’ll be okay,” you told them with a little smile, to show them that you would, in fact, be fantastic if you didn’t go to the party.

The party that they were talking about, was a Halloween Party at Steve Harrington’s house. And even though you were friends with Steve and you loved Halloween, if anyone were going to attend this party, they would have to wear a costume. Now you did enjoy dressing up for Halloween, and you did it every year back in your hometown, but you never did like the feeling of everyone's eyes on you. 

“But everyone will be there! The kids would love to see your costume! And after some time, you would even talk to more people and get more comfortable being around people,” Nancy explained. 

You thought about it. You knew Miles had told Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will about the costume that you were making. And that they were super excited to see you dressed as your character from their favorite game that you dabbled in as well. 

You sighed, “Fine, y’all have to help me with the finishin’ touches on my costume.”

“Absolutely!” Robin said, nodding her.

“You got it!” Nancy said, smiling.

“Yes!” Jade said happily. 

You smiled as you watched them scramble to help you prepare your stuff. I hope you’re ready, Piper.

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Jonathan pulled up to Steve’s house with Nancy, Robin, Vickie, and you. You could see some people hanging out in the front yard. Robin took your hand, “It’s okay, you’ll have fun, I promise.”

You looked at her and smiled, “Okay.”

You were the last one to get out of the car because you were in the middle of Robin and Vickie for some reason. When you got out, you fixed the bottom of your dress that rode up as were climbed out of the car. 

As you followed your friends into the familiar house that was not so familiar because of all the people that were there, you observed what people decided were good enough to dress for the party. A couple on the lawn were dressed as Superman and Lois Lane; there was a guy dressed as Darth Vader but with no mask on sitting on the front porch talking to another guy that looked like Indiana Jones. You were impressed by how well the costumes were executed. 

As you made it inside behind your friends, you followed them until you spotted a certain redhead that was wearing space buns. You smiled and made your way over to where she was in the kitchen. 

“I never pegged ya as a Princess Leia type,” you teased Jade when you walked up to her.

“Well, you would never guess that it was my idea that Stevie and I go as Han Solo and Princess Leia,” she shot back at you with a smile on her face. 

You laughed, “I always knew that you would be the movie geek with me.”

She laughed along with you, “You got me. Anyway, you look gorgeous! Just like we knew you would.”

You smiled and blushed a little, “Thank you. I’m hopin’ that the glasses don’t take away from the struggle of puttin’ in the color contacts.”

“I think that they work very well. Especially since your eyes are a very nice bright golden yellow,” Jade told you as she got you a soda from the fridge. When you got it, it was nice to have because it was starting to get really hot because of all the bodies in the house. You stayed in the kitchen and laughed as Jade became the center of attention and dazzled the room.

You were watching her when out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure come through the door. As soon as you saw him, your heart skipped a beat. A guy with curly hair dressed in medieval garb, just like you are. But he looked like he had been to war and possibly died. He looks pretty cute for a dead guy.

He was looking around like he was looking for someone, and for some reason, you wanted to catch his eye. What was this feeling?

Apparently, he found who he was looking for and disappeared into the throng of people drinking and dancing to ‘Karma Chameleon.’ You sighed disappointedly and went back to drinking your soda when Jade and Nancy came up to you, “What’s wrong, Pip?”

You looked at the girls and answered with a small smile, “Nothin’, just people watchin’. You know me.”

The two girls looked at each other and then looked back at you and said at the same time, “Bullshit.”

You groaned, “Fine. There was a guy that I saw that I thought was cute, but he was lookin’ for someone, and then I lost him in the crowd before I could get to him.”

“OOOOO!” Robin excitedly squealed loudly, coming out of no where. You punched her arm and scolded her, “Shut up, Robin.”

“Okay, okay, what did he look like?” Jade asked. You shook your head, “He looked like he was lookin’ for someone, so he probably had a date. There is no need to do anything about it.”

Nancy said, looping her arm with yours, “Well, since I’m here, and we both look hot, and Jade is gonna go suck face with Han Harrington,” Jade rolled her eyes at that, “We should go and have fun! Forget about whatever happened and have fun!”

“I don’t know ‘bout it,” you started, but then one of your favorite songs came on. You saw the smirk grow on her face, “Are you sure about that?”

“I hate you, Nance,” you answered, dragging her to the makeshift dance floor.

“I know you love me, Piper,” she answered when you made it to the middle of Steve’s living room, singing along loudly to ‘You Shook Me All Night Long.’ And dancing like what you would describe as stupid because you were shimmying and being stupid with one of your best friends. And you were pretty sure that if you didn’t stop and adjust soon, a boob would fall out of the homemade blouse, and your thighs would be rubbed raw because your spandex under your dress was riding up just a little too far. But that didn’t matter right now because you were having the time of your life.

You also didn’t notice from across the room the little stare-down that you were getting from the very same guy that you stared at earlier. As ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ came on next, you were the hottest thing in the room, and the man was mesmerized.

After a few songs, you had to stop and get something to drink. When a slow song came on, it was a perfect time to take a break and adjust and cool off. You made your way into the kitchen with Nancy and Robin coming in with you. 

Jade was with Steve talking about something.

“Ew, get a room, you lovebirds,” you said teasingly, getting a bottle of water from the fridge that Steve keeps for Jade. 

Jade laughed, “Nah, we want to make you squirm.”

She then kissed Steve on the lips, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Hot damn!” “Get it!” You and Robin cheered, and then they laughed as they pulled apart.

“Did you have fun out there?” Jade asked, standing next to Steve with his hand around her waist.

“It was! Had to stop so I could get a drink to cool down,” you told her, smiling and then taking a swig of water. 

“Yeah, can’t have our sorcerer dehydrated when she’s kicking ass on the dance floor!” Robin said, sipping some of the punch that had been spiked apparently from the face that she had made. 

You laughed a little, and then the four of them started talking about something as you looked out of the sea of people dancing to Whitney Houston's ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody.’ You were watching people dancing, drinking, and having fun when you saw the guy again. He was talking to someone. You kept your eyes on him as you hit Robin on the arm several times.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked. You whispered, still looking at him, “It’s him”

Both Jade and Robin rushed to either side of you. They asked where and what he looked like and if he was cute. You shook your head at what they were saying around you while you were still looking at him. You pointed to where he was, “He’s in medieval clothes,” you told them to help them out.

“Eddie?” Jade asked. You whipped your head over to her, “You know him?”

“Yeah, he and Steve are friends.”

At the sound of his name, he perked up, “What’s up?”

“You know Eddie?” you asked Steve. He nodded his head.

“Yeah, why? What’s he doing?” he asked, coming to see what he was doing.

“Nothin’!” you answered quickly, blushing. And looked away from the guy that you now know as Eddie. 

He grinned mischievously, “You like Eddie?”

“No!” you said too quickly. The three of them looked at each other like they were forming a plan. And it was against you.

“You know, he is kind of cute,” Robin said, smirking.

Jade nodded along, “Yeah, he is. Don’t you think he is, Pip?”

You looked down, “Yeah?”

“Yeah? Well, he is single. And he is looking for a girl,” Steve said, leaning against the sink and taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh yeah? Well, I heard that Dana said that she thinks he's cute. So you won't mind if I put in the food word for her?" Nancy asked.

“No, I don’t. I’m fine,” you said, shaking your head.

"Okay, I'll be right back then," she said. You watched her walk past you to the door leading from the kitchen to the living room. You quickly grabbed her wrist. She stopped and turned to you.

“This one’s mine,” you whispered shyly. She smiled knowingly, “I know. We just had to get you there.”

Then Jade and Nancy left the kitchen, leaving you in there. You watched as they disappeared into the crowd of people.

“What are they gonna do?” you asked out loud to no one in particular.

“Who’s gonna do what?” you heard from the doorway. And you saw the gaggle of freshmen you came to know and love. 

“What are y’all doing here?” you asked excitedly, going over to them to give them hugs. They all happily accepted it, except Mike, who accepted it but not happily. 

“Y’all look so awesome in your costumes!” they all came dressed as their favorite superhero. A round of thanks yous and thanks came from them. 

“Piper, you’re costume looks so cool!” Dustin said excitedly.

“Thank you so much,” you said and curtsied to him.

“Yeah! Did you make that yourself?” Will asked.

“Sure did, and I helped Miles make his too,” you said, smiling. 

“That’s so awesome!” Lucas said.

You smiled, blushing just a little, “Now, don’t you have someone else to bother? I think I saw Steve in the backyard.”

“We have to show Steve,” Dustin said to them, making a break for the back porch, the rest of them following. 

“Hey Sissy?” Miles said, stopping, the rest a few feet away, waiting for him.

“Yeah, what’s up, buddy?” you asked.

“You do look really cool, and really pretty,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you very much, Batman,” you said with a smile and curtsied to him. He smiled and rushed to the rest of the boys. You watched them as they safely made it out to the backyard. You smiled and shook your head as you heard Dustin yell for Steve, and then the door closed.

You looked over to where you last saw Eddie. Then you saw Nancy and Jade talking to him when suddenly his eyes found yours, and then you feel your knees start to go weak, and you feel like a helpless bird.

As 'Thriller' faded out, you heard Eddie ask Nancy and Jade a question as they made their way toward you, "Where are you taking me?"

The two girls looked at each other from either side of him, and Jade answered with a smile, "We're about to change your life."

He thought about it and then smiled, "Then, by all means, lead the way."

You distracted yourself before you started to freak out, so you started crunching on some pretzels.

“There she is!” Jade said and brought him over, “Eddie, this is our friend that we were talking about.”

“Hi, I like your costume,” he said, smiling and trying to subtly check you out.

You blushed under his gaze and smiled, “Thank you, I made it myself. I like yours too.”

Nancy cleared her throat, and you looked over at her, and Nancy made a motion with her head toward him. Then you realized what she was telling you telepathically.

“I’m Piper Jones. It’s a pleasure to meet ya,” she said, holding out her hand for him to shake. He looked at her, puzzled for a second, “Jones? Do you know a Miles Jones?”

She nodded her head, and this time, she was confused, “Yeah, that’s my little brother. Why?”

He smiled, “So you're the famous favorite big sister of the group of freshies? Miles and the others are a part of Hellfire,” you nodded your head, knowing what Hellfire was, you and Nancy would trade off picking them up, ”I’m their Dungeon Master.”

“OH! You're the famous Eddie! They talk about ya all the time!” she said, “They all look up to ya. But don’t tell them I told ya. It’s good to finally meet ya!”

“As is to meet you,” Eddie started, “So, pray tell, do you drabble in the arts of Dungeons and Dragons?”

You giggled, “I do. I dressed as my character. I’ve been wantin’ have a session with the boys where we all dressed up as our characters and stuff. We haven’t worked out the details yet, but I figured I’d get a head start.”

“What do you play as? Wait! Don’t tell me,” he said and started looking you over. You blushed again under his gaze. He was looking you over. That’s when you heard the song ‘Hungry Eyes’ come on, “You’re aaaaaaa half-elf?” 

You came out of your trance when he spoke up. You answered, “Yes, I am. I’m Zora Nightbreeze, a half-elf sorcerer.”

He watched you as you curtsied. He then took your hand and bowed, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Zora Nightbreeze. I am Eddie The Banished, a human Bard. Just coming back from battle and meeting a beautiful maiden. I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

You giggled, blushing, “Thank you for all your service.”

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” he answered smoothly. He then kissed the back of your hand. 

“Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Nancy said, finally dragging herself and Jade away from watching the two interact.

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Two weeks later, after the Halloween party. You sighed as you walked up to your locker after Geometry. People always said if you were good at algebra, you would be bad at geometry. And you hated to admit that they were right. There you were at your locker after class, hoping that you didn’t fail the test that you just took. When you opened your locker, out came a folded-up piece of notebook paper. You smiled as you picked it up and saw ‘Lady Piper’ written in messy handwriting. You haven’t even read the letter he wrote you yet, and it already made your day so much better. 

“Ooh, what do you have there? Another love letter?” Jade said, coming up next to you. You blushed, holding it, “Maybe….”

“Let’s read it!” Jade said excitedly.

“No, I can’t. He told me to wait and read it then. So at lunch, we can,” you told her. She nodded her head.

“Okay. I guess I can wait until lunch,” she sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes at this, and then she continued, “Are you still taking Miles Trick-or-Treating Friday?” 

“Yes, ma’am. And you and Steve are gonna be taggin’ along?” you asked, even though you knew the answer.

“Duh! But we might not dress up since Stevie is supposed to have basketball practice,” she told you.

You fake coughed, and there was a muffled loser in the fake coughing fit. Jade rolled her eyes, “It’s not my fault that Coach Stricklin wanted them to continue the practice, no matter what.”

You groaned, “Fine! But you better at least dress up as somethin’, or you’re not gettin’ any treats that I made for y’all.” 

“Yes, ma’am. Anyway, I have to go listen to Mr. Pankey talking about how to write a proper paper. I’ll see you later, Pip.”

“Bye, Jay!” you called to Jade as she walked away to another classroom. You were switching out books when another figure came up beside you, “Hey, sweet thing.”

You giggled as you realized it was Eddie. You flirted back, “Hey, stud.”

“How’s my girl been?” he asked, putting a hand around your waist and pulling you close to him. 

You hummed happily as he pulled you close to his chest, “Just peachy, now that you’re here.”

“Aw, sugar, you make me blush,” he said with a smile on his face.

“You make me blush all time, so it’s my turn to get ya back,” you said, booping his nose and then pulling away. He pouted a little as you went back to trading books and notebooks out. 

“What do you say that we take our free period, and we go and waste time in my van?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You giggled, “As much fun as that sounds. We both know that I have a free period while you have Ms. O’Donnel’s.”

“Whaaaaat? Noooo,” he tried to sound convincing. You looked at him with a look on your face that said, Are you sure that what you are about to say is the right thing to say at this moment? 

He then pouted and whined, “Pleeeease?”

You smiled a little but shook your head, “No can do, Romeo. You promised to go to class.”

You started to walk toward the library when Eddie whined again, “But I don’t want to go to classss.”

You stopped and then faced him and put a hand on his chest to stop him from running you over, “How about this? You go to all your classes today, and after trick-or-treatin’, I’ll give you a little treat?” 

He made a confused face, “What like candy? I can get that myself while skipping class.”

You hummed and moved closer to him. Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, thinking he won. That was until you whispered, “Think sweeter, but fewer people.”

That’s all it took for him to turn around and run toward the classroom he was supposed to be in. You laughed as you watched him sprint down the hallway and curse and apologize when he bumped into someone.

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Friday night, Halloween night. Everyone was supposed to meet at your house so you could all walk together as the boys went and got candy. There was a knock at the front door. Figuring that it was Jade you went to the door and opened it with only your sleep shirt and pajama shorts that were too short, “Hey Jay, you’re early.”

The person that stood in front of you, that wasn't Jade, raked their eyes up and down your frame, “Hey there sweet thing. I’m not Jade, but I’ll be whoever you want me to be if I get to see you in that outfit again.”

You blushed, “Eddie! I didn’t know you would be here this early!”

“You promised me something and I am here to make sure I get that promise. Am I allowed in?” he asked, smirking. 

You nodded your head and opened the door wider to let him in. He came walking in wearing his costume that he had on at the costume party. You closed the door and watched as he checked out your house.

“I like your place. It’s cozy,” he commented, smiling. 

“Thank you, dear,” your mom said, coming to the hallway from the kitchen. Eddie jumped, surprised to see another human being in the house. 

“Piper! I didn’t know you had a twin sister! It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said holding out his hand.

Your mom laughed and shook his hand, “I’m Brenda, Piper and Miles’s mom. Thank you for trying to boost my confidence though.”

“What do you mean? You and Piper look exactly alike! I can see where she gets her beauty from,” he complimented, you mom giggled.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer? Piper isn’t quite ready yet, in the mean time, come tell me about yourself…,” your mom trailed off waiting for his name.

“Eddie, at your service,” he said, smiling. He followed your mom into the kitchen. You then ran off into your bedroom to hurry finish getting ready. 

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on your door, followed by a girl’s voice, “Yoohoo!”

“Hey! There you are!” you said as Jade came into your room, you finally finished the final touches that was the contacts and the earrings. You smoothed out your dress and then there was a low whistle from the doorway.

“Hot damn!” Robin said looking you up and down. You laughed and blushed, “Look good?”

“Look good? Girl you are hot!” Robin exclaimed. You giggled.

“Alright we better get to the living room before the boys interrogate Eddie too much,” Jade said nonchalantly.

“Do what?” you said wanting to make sure that you heard them right. 

“Yeah, the boys are out there doing the what are your intentions with my sister, thing right now,” Robin explained. 

“Are you serious?” you said, “He’s gonna think I’m crazy now.” 

You were stressing. Because this was a guy that you liked and the guys were going to now ruin all chances that you had. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Brenda and Nancy are in there too,” Robin said. 

“Oh Lord help me,” you said under your breath as you paced the floor. 

Why were you stressed? Well because out there in the living room, ‘interrogating’ Eddie were people that knew you the best and would kill anymore for you. You’re father wasn’t in the picture after your mom divorced him when Miles was in kindergarten. And your family and the family that you chose were out there doing the job better than another father could have dreamed of doing.

That is exactly what Eddie was thinking right now as he was trying not to sweat under the gaze of Piper’s family. There was the group of boys that he had adopted at the beginning of school. They looked scarier than he remembered them being. Especially Dustin and Miles. When did Miles and Dustin get so scary?

Nancy and Jonathan sat to the side, Nancy asking her journalist questions and Jonathan staring him down like he could see into his soul. That is fucking creepy, man.

Brenda was the only one that look any type of nice and happy that he was here for Piper, she had a smile on her face that still read as ‘if you hurt my baby girl, they will never find your body.’

And Steve was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed, staring him down like a father would. 

Eddie cleared his throat and smiled, “So, uh.”

“Alright, cut the bullshit,” Dustin said. Eddie sat up straighter in his seat, “Piper is our friend and she’s crazy. But she’s our friend. More like our sister. So if you hurt her, you are gone.”

Eddie sat there for a minute taking in all of the faces that were around him. He saw the love that they all had for Piper and for each other. He knew what would happen if he did hurt her and he would never do that. He had that love for her and he wanted that from them too. 

“I promise that I would never hurt her. She makes me so happy. And I haven’t felt that is so long, I don’t want to lose that feeling. I would do anything to never lose that feeling ever again. I want to make sure that she is happy and never feels like how I felt,” Eddie told them honestly looking down at his hands, feeling very vulnerable. He felt a hand on his back, when he looked up, Steve was looking at him with a smile on his face, “That’s all we want for her and you too.”

Eddie then looked around the room and he saw smiles on everyones faces, Miles came up to him still looking scary, “Be good to her, she’s been through too much shit already.” 

Eddie nodded his head, “I promise, I will be true to her for the rest of my life.”

Miles smiled and hugged Eddie. 

“Well it sounds like your getting married already!” Jade said to you from outside of the living room.

Meanwhile that was all happening you, Jade, and Robin were outside of the living room, listening to Eddie basically ask for his blessing to be with you. You’re trying not to cry because you know that he loves you and that there is nothing that he wouldn’t do to be with you. But when Miles made his way over to him, This is it. If Miles doesn’t approve, then it’s over.

But when Miles said that and then hugged, you came rushing into the living room. Eddie’s eyes met yours. He smiled so brightly that your knees went weak and you felt so helpless because you knew that he was yours and he had more family than he could ever imagine having. 

He got up after Miles pulled away and went over to you and pulled you close into him and kissed you sweetly on the lips. All around you were wolf whistles and ewws.

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After that it was like you and Eddie were married and had seven kids. You all took the kids trick-or-treating. Not only did the kids get some candy, you stole some from the kids that you blamed as the ‘sibling tax’ because you were taking them out. After everyone had their fill of candy and talking to each other, your house was evacuated. All that was left was you, Eddie, some candy, and the quiet. 

“Looks like it’s just us,” Eddie said as he sat down on the couch with a sigh. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you cuddled into him the best you could. 

“Hmm it does seem like that,” you answered and then you threw your leg over him and sat on his lap. He moved his hands to your thighs that made an appearance from the movement. He tried not to look at your clevage that was display from your costume, “What’re you doing sweet thing?”

“What do ya say I make good of that promise from earlier this week?” you flirted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Suddenly you were being lifted in the air, you let out a little squeal.  You then giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist to support yourself as you felt him move his hands down to your butt to support you as he held you. 

“That sounds like the best idea that I’ve heard in a long time,” he answered and kissed your lips.

[wangxianficrecs]

Fic Finder

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1.  Hi, I'm looking for an Untamed fic, maybe you'll be able to help. It's a canon divergence AU in which WWX doesn't lose his core, Jiang Fengmian lives and it's implied that his core was transferred to JC (heavily implied; JFM retires as the Sect Leader after that). This is absolutely not the most important part of this fic but it's a paragraph that I've got stuck in my head and now I'm searching for the rest @_@ Thanks in advance! ~ @otemporaetmores

FOUND! by @notsobabblespace, who was reminded of  I’m aching and I know you are too by edenwolfie (part 3 in series, M, 23k, wangxian)

FOUND!  by @jim-is-spocks-thyla, who suggests ❤️ to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian) [ETA:  Oops, not this one.  JFM has no core, but he didn’t give it to JC]

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2.  Hi Mojo! I’m in need of you/your followers help in finding a fic that I read a little while ago. It was a fic where Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi lived together in Cloud Recesses and their children were Sizhui and an OOC that was younger than him. I remember SiZhui faced a lot of criticism for not being the chief cultivator’s real child? And they were happy he had a younger sibling that would be sect leader in the future because he was blood. Come to think of it, this is probably an ABO fic too. Thanks for your time 💜

FOUND! @andidontmeanto believes this is Blue Blood by PotterheadAvengerDemigod (T, 91k, wangxian, my post)

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3.  Aksks it's like 3 am but I just remembered a fic and I can't find it?? I'd really, really appreciate your help. It was a wangxian fic, maybe a oneshot idk, and lwj was kind of a nerd and wwx a badboy? So basically lwj has a massive crush on him and dresses up like wwx etc. (i think he even got an undercut) and after a party they sleep with each other at lwj's place?

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4.  i’m looking for a fic set in the where lwj’s mother killed his father? i don’t think that was a main plot point but it did show up in his backstory - any idea what this might be? ~ @thehype

FOUND!  @rentslirott thinks this could be ❤️the best of you by sysrae (E, 42k, wangxian, my post)

FOUND!  @castaways-logbook offers  The Right to Care by travelingneuritis (E, 39k, wangxian, WIP)

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5.  ... same as #6 ...

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6.  Hello friend, sorry for the inconvenience but I wanted to see if you could please find me a fic that I lost but I only remember more or less the final part, it goes more or less like this, lan zhan and wei ying are kidnapped by jin guangyao and lock them up if not I'm wrong in some cells next to lan xichen after the fights jin guangyao dies but lan xichen did know how bad jin guangyao had done and he didn't care and then to get revenge he wants to kill wei ying but lan zhan kills him and sizhui gets scared It was more or less like that, please help me ~ @isa0123lol

FOUND!  by @wangxiansfics who says that tragically it’s no longer available, but @dulachodladh found it on WaybackMachine here: Thread and Needle by haysel (M, 86k, wangxian)

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7.  Hi, Mojo! I'm glad that you're back but I hope you enjoyed your time off tumblr! Can you and/or your followers help me find a fic? I think the summary was talking about wwx and somehow they were asking mingjue for help since he's the only one who can help. The summary was in italics and it's a dialogue from some guy? And a shorter summary below. Sadly this is the only thing I can remember but I hope you can still help me

FOUND!  @alwayswenning suggests love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, has it’s own fanfic here, I just finished this last night!, my bookmark)

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8.  Sorry to bombard you as soon as you're back, but this one's driving me crazy--a modern AU where they met online. WWX thinks LWJ is an old man from how he talks. I don't remember much except the excerpt made it seem like he still was amused by/enjoyed talking to him, and Wen Qing was telling him it was a bad idea and to stop. It's not How to Fall In Love With a Catfish, tho that one is brilliant! (Also any top notch identity porn would be great) Hope your break was restful, you deserve it! Thanks

Here’s my #identity porn tag, but I’m not sure about this exact story.

I'm the anon for #8 on the fic finder. Though I'm excited to read it, the suggested fic isn't the one I was looking for. I swear I thought I saw it on here around a month ago or slightly more, but searches have failed me.

FOUND!  Rating: General Audiences by Mishaa (T, 18k, wangxian WIP) -  mysterious author LWJ (speculated to be an old man because of his formality) and infamous artist WWX paired up for an Untamed Big Bang (in an AU where JGY was the series’ antiheroic protagonist; this fic was written before the release of CQL.)

FOUND?  could you be looking for  Something Real by Latios (G, 5k, wangxian, my post) - wwx thinks lwj is an old man, but there’s no WQ.  There are many pictures of bunnies.

SIMILAR! @emilysidhe thought of ID Bro Saga by Bowandtie (T, 39k, wangxian)

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9.  Hey, how are you? Could you help me please? I've read 3 fanfics once, but I can't find them anymore. 1 - Nanny Problem, Wei is going to be the babysitter of A-Yuan, he is an omega and Lan is an alpha. 2 - Doctor Perfect, Yibo is an omega nurse and Xiao is an alpha doctor. 3 - The Baby of my Omega, Yibo is omega and Xiao is alpha, both of them are bodyguards, but Yibo has to protect Xiao in the beginning. I think they were at ao3, but I really can't find them. Can you help me please? Thank you!! ~ @weallmad

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10.  Hi! Im happy you’re back. I hope you had a good break. I missed your recommendations, but at the same time i got a break from fics and actually studied to my tests haha.  [Ah!  I’m glad to hear your time was spent productively!]  I’m looking for a fic like Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground. In the fic im looking for wangxian slowly lose their senses instead of all of them at once. Like they lose their hearing, then touch, sight etc, They can’t see each other or hear each other. I’m sorry i can’t explain very well.

FOUND?  Could you be thinking of  ❤️shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (E, 25k, wangxian)?  Only lwj losese his senses one by one in this one, though.

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11.  heyyy im trying to find this fic where wwx died the first time he was thrown in to the burial mounds then 10 years later he gets resurrected or something. I can't find it on AO3 and it's been bugging me for days. Thank you!

FOUND!  Well, @moku-youbi offers both of these as possibilities:

Did I Not Explain Why the Sunset Turns Red? by 3988Akasha (E, 100k, wangxian)

we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 95k, wangxian)

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12.  Hi I am looking for a fic where wwx is a witch (/mage?) in a world where magic is being persecuted (especially in Gusu) except for Yunmeng/Lanling I think but they're still frowned upon nonetheless. Then after accidentally hurting Shijie, wwx runs away, and ends up hiding in Gusu pretending to be a servant to lwj (lwj is a prince, lxc is the emperor) but lwj actually knows of his identity and tries not-so-discreetly to protect him from being caught. Thanks!

FOUND! by @bibliobasilisk who gives us Witchfinder by misbehavingvigilante (E, 86k, wangxian)

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13.  Hi! Firstly, I'm glad to see you're back, and I hope your break was a good one! I'm trying to find a LWJ/WWX story that I had planned to read and ending up losing before I could. It was set in the immediate aftermath of the 33 lashes, LWJ is in the Jingshi recovering when a healer(?) discovers he's pregnant (by WWX). It may have been a/b/o verse, but I'm not 100% on that. Part of the story was a flashback to when WWX was still alive. Thank you!

FOUND!  by nonny themself.  It’s Unexpected Surprise by Glucose_Gremlin (E, 4k, wangxian)

SIMILAR! @mondelgel suggests my heart is kept as pure as ice in a jade vase/一片冰心在玉壶 by Daledesu (M, 21k, wangxian, WIP)

SIMILAR! from @impending-cuttlefish:  something new, something white, something blue by ariskamalt (E, 140k, wangxian, WIP)

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14.  I'm trying to find this one fic where Jin Ling finds this diary that Wei Ying wrote as the Yiling Patriarch that basically reveals everything, including the golden core reveal and it even has training tips that helps Jon Ling improve. When Wei Ying comes back, he tries everything to keep him there because he is THE best uncle now. I need to find it because it is a N E E D.

FOUND? by @theladypeartree who says, “The Truth (Untold) is jl reading jyl's journals, not wwx's though. And mordant is jl returning wwx's journals that he found, not grew up with. Neither fit #14 properly, but I seriously could not find anything closer after two solid days of searching. Good luck!“

The Truth (Untold) by anxiouswreck0_0 (g, 3k, wangxian, jin ling & wei wuxian)

or this one on ffn:

mordant by tennisnotensai (M, 18k, wangxian, here’s the link for mobile)

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15.  I have heard tell of a Sizhui/Jingyi fic where the boys end up going to Wangxian for advice about how to be intimate. Can you help me find it?

FOUND!  @manaika-chan says this one is On Advisement by LaMachina17 (M, 19k, wangxian, zhuiling, chengyi)

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16.  nm

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17.  Hi! Sorry, do you happen to know that nsfw fic where wwx is still studying in the cloud recesses and he’s reading a novel (im not sure if it was from nhs) that features a cultivator couple and there’s a scene in the book where the woman was pegging her husband? Basically wwx got curious about this and tried fingering himself. I remember he was hiding in the back mountains and then lwj eventually caught him

FOUND?  Could you be thinking of  Deep in the Woods by malkinmalkout (E, 5k, wangxian, my post)?

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18.  Ahhh I'm going crazy trying to think of a fic that I've read where Lan Zhan killed Wen Chao in a locker room and nie huaisang stood guard outside the door! Then lan zhan went to lan huan and said I killed someone and he said did they deserve it? Then it's fine. And I can't remember the name of the fic! Have you heard of it? ~ @uchihaautumn

FOUND! @artemisisdiana offers So Full Of Love (Wouldn't Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 54k, wangxian, WIP)

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19.  Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find a fic. I read it a while ago and I don't really remember all the details but it was a modern au where Lan Wangji was a police officer in this small town and Wei Wuxian comes back after years, having left the town due to some stuff. Thank you in advance.

Btw love your blog. I live for your fic recs.  [Thank you!]

FOUND?  Could you be looking for medium blues by dark_and_terrible (E,193k,  wangxian)?  It appears to be taken down atm, but it might come back (it’s done it before).

FOUND! by @grannyweatherwaxshat who offers When a Bird Flies, It Leaves Feathers by Bem_Kofi (not rated, 75k, wangxian)

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20.  Hi mojo!! First of all I luv your blog Thank you so much for all those ficrecs.  [You’re welcome!]  Actually I’m looking for a fic I read months ago. I probably found the fic from your blog. But I can’t seem to find it now 😢 it was a modern au wangxian fic (inspired by call me by ur name?) wwx was like 5 years older than lwj. (And lwj was like 16?) Wwx lives in another city but he spent around a year in cloud recesses with lwj in the past. And wwx yanli and jc visits cloud recesses again and wangxian gets 2gether

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[My ko-fi.]

[pleasantwizardphilosopher]

Chapter 4

This is part of the fourth chapter of my fic ‘For you, inah’, I really hope you like it, it’s one of my favorites, I have to say, remember you can read it whole in AO3, as well as the entire fic.

On the other hand, this weekend I may or may not upload the second, and final, chapter to my ‘Intergalactic high’ fic, which people apparently liked, so I decided to challenge myself a little and add one more chapter.

Read in AO3

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Searing pain is what wakes her up a few hours later. Like needles piercing, setting on fire, every single nerve ending in her brain, and it's all due to a loud wail breaking the peace of dawn. Rao! make it stop. With a silent murmur, she stands up and moves to the bedroom without sparing a second thought, thinking about rocking baby Lori to sleep again and maybe allow Lena some much needed rest. Her mind still hazy with the remains of sleep, a bit of frustration as well, her mind reeling and the tiredness not helping.

When she gets to the curtain that separates the bedroom from the rest of the apartment, she scurries past it without announcing herself and immediately regrets it, stopping dead in her tracks, stumbling over a pile of books. Her brain almost frying in its attempts to catch up with the situation.

Lena is feeding Lori. 

In a nanosecond she turns around, so her back is turned to them, eyes wide. She can feel the heat rise from her neck and cheeks, tinting her ears and she's certain she's now sporting a crimson red full-body flush, making her want to crawl in a hole. A soft chuckle reaches her ears from behind and she doesn't have to turn around to know the mischievous glint forest green eyes have, only making her want to sink in herself and vanish. 

"You can turn around Kara. I never pegged you for someone who would feel uncomfortable seeing a woman breastfeed", Lena is teasing her and she knows it, the way her voice wavers is not unlike the tone she has heard a hundred times before. It's not like the action, or being witness to it, that bothers her, but it's Lena the one who's feeding the baby, it hits differently, her mind immediately going to scenarios she’d really rather not have now. Mentally kicking herself for being so shameless. 

"I'm not", Kara finally breathes, taking a couple deep breaths to qualm her blush, before taking one last deep breath and turning around, jade-green eyes are staring at her with glee, the little girl on her arms is almost finished, her tiny hands clutching her mother’s shirt, where Lena has ridden it up, the yawns tiny lips form becoming stronger than Lori’s hunger "Here, I'll make her burp and rock her to sleep, you rest some more", Kara extends her arms towards the other woman, she's not sure what pushes her to say that offering out loud, is it because Lena will always be the most important person in her life? (Beside Alex of course) or is it because Lori is so beautiful and tiny that she can't help but feel drawn?

It doesn't matter, in the end. 

When Lena passes Lori to her arms the baby is yawning, a perfect 'o' formed by the tiniest lips she's ever seen, carefully, as if she was dealing with porcelain, she positions the baby so that her head is resting on her shoulder, the rest of the baby’s body pressed to her chest, and leaves to the living room, in the background she can hear the shuffle of sheets when Lena lays down again, almost immediately her breathing slows. Kara smiles to herself, she knew the woman was tired, so stubborn, she shakes her head.

“okhahshodh :zrhueiao”, she mumbles under her breath, tenderly scratching Lori’s scalp “linguhshu zhindif khpan w rrip”, and if she has to fight the world for it, she’ll do it without hesitation. (Sleep, love/ I will always protect you)

Humming to "Africa' by Toto she moves around the living room until the baby girl is sound asleep, and then just some more, just because her life has never felt more complete as it feels now, with Lena's even breathing in her ears and two heartbeats she vows to protect, the warmth of Lori’s body secure against her steely frame. 

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The obnoxious ringing of her phone is what wakes her what feels like minutes after finally going to sleep, the sunrays are already filtering into the room through the thin curtains Kara has in her bedroom. Her whole body is sore and every movement is painful, guess that's what fucking happens when you give birth, hm? Lena thinks bitterly, while finding the energy within herself to move and silence the offending device.

With a groan she rolls over to pick the evil device and places it directly to her ear without even bothering to open her eyes. It sticks to the drool of her deep sleep and it makes her cringe slightly, but doesn’t make to clean it.

"Lena! Thank God! I've been trying to contact you for what feels like a million times, I was just about to take the next flight to America, honestly" Sam's eager voice is like a brick of walls falling over a sheet of paper, only worsening the already incoming migraine, she appreciates the concern but maybe she shouldn’t fucking yell. 

"I'm fine Sam. A fucking dragon attacked the city and my water broke. I'm currently staying with Kara", she breathes while rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the heels of her hands, such simple movement taking a lot of effort from her extremely tired muscles. 

"Kara… Danvers? Like. Midvale High, Kara?!", another yell has her groaning, but Sam completely ignores it in favor of getting more information out of her. 

"Yup”, she says, popping the ‘p’ in a very Kara-like action, she rolls her eyes fondly at the realization, they haven’t been around each other for twenty-four hours and she’s already picking her traits.

"Oh my God Lena! And how has she been? Have you talked about what happened?”, Sam’s curiosity is contagious, it makes Lena smile giddily from her side of the line, fingers playing with the soft sheets that smell like the Kryptonian.

"Not really, we haven't had much time now and I'm not sure she'll want to address… that. Besides-", a baby cooing from the other side of the partition snaps her attention from the phone, to immediately start looking for Lori in the pillow nest. Only to find that she's not there, however, she doesn’t worry and settles back into her previous position with a sigh. 

"Lena?", her friend calls after she zones out for a while and doesn’t answer, concern etched in her voice.

"Sorry, I just, I think Lori is with Kara, I have to go, but I promise to take the next flight back, God knows what would happen if my psychotic and twisted family finds out my location", the thought of the Luthors immediately sends a chill down her spine, making her get bad omen goosebumps all over, her throat suddenly feels dry. 

"Lena, hon, I'm sorry to break it to you but you can't fly with Lori, not until her immune system is already developed, you know this", Sam’s patient voice does little to nothing to qualm her worries but she knows the woman is right and she can’t just jump into the next flight with a newborn.

"Right. I'd forgotten, guess I'll have to find a place in the meantime or something. I could probably stay in the building Lionel left me but I'm not sure it's a good idea", Lena sighs, exhaustion already starting to fill her still tired bones at the incoming wave of issues.

"You're insufferable”, fondness is etched in every word, even when she rolls her eyes so badly, she’s momentarily worried they may get stuck like that. She can hear the other woman’s laugh through the phone before ending the call.

She gets up and out into the kitchen, the smell of food making her stomach grumble lowly, to the most bizarre and unexpected sight. Kara is sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter eating some omelets and pancakes swimming in syrup, with Lori resting on her chest while she sways softly to nonexistent music, humming to a tune that is only in her head, she must sense her presence, since she lifts her gaze from the journal about wildlife welfare that she’s reading and flashes Lena a beaming smile that could blind even a bat all over again. 

"Anyway, make yourself at home, there's omelets and pancakes on the pan and orange juice in the fridge. You'll find a spare toothbrush under the sink and you can grab whatever you want from my closet. Now that I think of it, where were you staying? If you tell me I can go pick up your stuff and bring it here”, the diversion seems to work, since Lena as well seems relieved from the change and moves on with the new topic with nothing more than a one shoulder shrug. 

"Actually, I think my stuff might still be in the Royal Hotel, room 502, I'm assuming they'd have put it with the rest of the 'lost and found', albeit I wouldn't want to bother you with it", she’s placing some food in her plate while she waits for the kettle to whistle, scooping some into her mouth while standing, as Lori is making slightly impatient noises. 

"It's no problem at all", a soft smile gracing Kara’s lips, she gives the little girl a kiss on the top of her head, with an awkward squeeze for Lena, before moving to the door, grab her coat, and stepping out. 

----

“You have this glint in your eyes, you seem almost in love, do tell", Nia is now inspecting her up-close, leaned over her desk, her face mere centimeters from the blonde’s, and Kara can feel the heat rising from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, cursing her own inability to lie.

"There's really nothing to tell”, she settles for, after managing to swallow the treat without spitting it in the other woman’s face, which is still carefully studying her own. (She also briefly wonders if it really was that good idea NOT spitting it on Nia)

"Liar! Come on! You know I'll find out in a dream otherwise”, and Kara hates her because she knows it’s true, Nia’s control over her powers has been increasing, making her able to find information she wishes for, rather than just random images about the future, but she isn’t ready for this conversation. 

"Later, promise, now I have to go help Luis", it’s not like she doesn't want to talk about Lena, because Lena is amazing and she’s sure she could write a whole thesis as to why she is incredible, but it's just extremely new and more than a little confusing, she hasn't had time to organize and understand her feelings on the matter and she kind of wants to keep it close to her heart for a little while. Just to herself, away from prying eyes.

"Ugh, fine. I have to go help James with the new elephant anyway, she seems to have fallen for explosive pineapples some towns folk left”, the younger woman’s eyes get a distant look, glazed over with tears, sadness becoming palpable between them as the woman straightens, closing her gown in the back.

"If you need me to calm her down just text”, Kara offers after closing her email and shutting down her computer, a hand extending to squeeze Nia’s arm comfortingly. Blue eyes honest.

"Will do, it just breaks my heart y'know? That these poor creatures are victims of traps that don't even kill them, only leave them to die slowly from their injuries”, Nia has always had a big heart, it’s one of the reasons Kara likes her so much, it is also something they have in common, that has pushed them to try and help wherever they can.

----

When Luis and Kara reach the enclosure, the animal is hidden behind fake rocks, in the corner, and when he smells them, while stepping forward with careful, slow, steps, he stands in his hinder legs and roars showing his teeth, before lurching forwards to them.

Kara manages to run, humanly (mostly), and step in front of Luis just before the animal makes contact, turning into an alien shield, however, Buba seems to fear her, because he stops death in his tracks and backs away, never taking his dark eyes off her, fangs still in display, his fur, even though it barely covers his bones, almost bare form starvation, is bristly, he sways a claw towards them but doesn’t come closer, Kara knows is because of her, the bear can guess something is different and is making him more tense, they need to get him calmed before his body gives out, he is very weak already.

Extending both of her hands unthreateningly, she approaches the bear slowly, throwing a warning glance at Luis for him not to move, he nods slightly and stays as still as humanly possible.

She steps forward slowly, and Buba backtracks each step.

Since this is not working, she signals for Luis to get out, she’ll let him know when Buba is calm so they can take him to the OR.

Once the human is safe, she sits on the ground, waiting for the bear to make the first move, she doesn’t care if she has to sit here all day, albeit she does want to see Lena at lunch, she still relaxes, meditating. After ten minutes, Buba realizes she’s not going anywhere and lands in fours again, before tentatively moving towards her.

A big, black, fish-smelly, moistured nose makes contact with her forehead.

----

On her way to her desk, after returning a now healthier Buba to the recovery section, she passes near the elephants enclosure, to see Nia and James depositing the injured female, still sedated, in her new home to recover after a very extensive surgery. She waves at them and James runs in her direction.

“Hey, Kara”, is what he says as soon as he is within hearing, for him, range, and starts looking for something into his pockets, after looking through his insane amount of pockets, why does he need like twenty?!, he takes out a piece of metal, slightly scraped and with some dried blood on it “You think you can ask Winn or Alex to check this? We took it out from Lola, the elephant, we believe it’s part of the explosive device but it isn’t something I recognize”, he extends the piece for her to take. James was a military veterinary, and he had seen many explosives and guns during his various tours, but he seemed fazed, nonetheless.

“Sure, I’ll check it for you”, she manages after twirling it in her hands and inspecting it against the light, she has a bad feeling about it though, it doesn’t seem like an Earth element she has encountered before. With a wave to both of them she leaves.

Before going to Noonan’s to get lunch for her and Lena, she’s planning on getting waffles with cubed fruit and yogurt, she is aware of Lena’s diet by now; she makes a quick stop at the hotel to pick the woman’s things up, is amazing how little questions people ask when a superhero requests something, she will have to talk about that to Alex so nobody can play that card again, note to self. 

----

"Ah, not as good as I'd like… I don't want to get into the details now, but one of the reasons why I was in National City is because Lori's grandmother, from her dad's side, has been trying to take her away from me since the beginning, she even went as far as trying to kidnap me. She has this twisted idea that this girl will be the heir of her throne and rule her people or some bullshit like that”, Lena tells her with a sigh, her eyes dimmed and tired with what seems like a never-ending problem, a fight she never asked to fight “I don't want that for her”, is what she finishes with, moving to sit at the table across from the blonde, Kara wants to ask more, the fear and pain in those green eyes stops her, she knows Lena will tell her whenever she's ready and she won’t push for information she’s still reluctant to give, she will wait and take whatever Lena gives her with grace.

Once Kara has served them both their food, a lot of fruit and yogurt with one waffle for Lena and twenty waffles with extra chocolate, whipped cream and sprinkles with a little bit of yogurt for her, she continues.

"That's awful, you don't have to worry, I promise I'll look after you both”, it is meant to be lighthearted, a way to lighten the mood, but it is charged with an unexpected sincerity that makes her want to ramble her way out of, she doesn’t “I know I have no right but I really care about Lori and I would never let anything happen to either of you”, Kara stares intently into forest green, trying to convey her determination, to show how serious she really is, once she is sure the message has been received. 

"That's my hero”, Lena tries to dismiss, some kiwi in her fork like she’s studying it, but fails miserably, taking a deep breath she composes and speaks again “Seriously though, I don't want you to feel pressured into this, we can figure it out on our own if it's too much trouble”, there is pain in those green orbs that have always drawn Kara in, she proceeds to stare intently into the alien’s eyes, looking for an answer to an unspoken question. 

And Kara is too far gone to deny her anything.

"It isn't. Trust me”, she manages finally, after recovering her ability to breathe, even though she doesn’t really need it, it’s almost wheezed, she throws in a wink to Lena for good measure, which probably looked more like a grimace, making the other woman breathe a laugh at her antics. 

"Always”, and it’s said with such sincerity that Kara can do nothing but extend her hand and give Lena’s a soft squeeze across the table, showing her how much she does mean it, she has always meant it for this amazing woman, she probably always will.

“Well, since that’s settled, let’s eat, I’m starving”, maybe it is a little rushed, but Kara is not certain how to react when Lena is looking at her like that, like she holds the sun in her hands, in a way she had forgotten the woman could gaze into hereyes, those piercing green eyes making her a messy puddle and the smell of cinnamon and apples stronger than ever.

She shoves a spoonful of waffles and some fruit to keep herself from doing something stupid, like leaning in and kissing Lena.

“When are you not”, that perfectly manicured eyebrow raising in a way that should definitely be illegal, she should already save 911 in speed dial, albeit Kara has to admit she loves the gesture, even when it makes her mouth dry and her brain stop, which isn’t a very common occurrence, nowadays. Before Lena changes her focus to the food and the air clears for the Kryptonian to have breathing room.

----

A drop of chocolate drips into Kara’s shirt from her last spoonful of waffles, and she cleans it with her finger, proceeding to suck it clean with her mouth and then using some of her saliva to rub at the stain for good measure, when she lifts her gaze from the, now almost invisible, stain, Lena is looking at her with fondness, a little disgust, and a slightly darkened gaze. It makes her swallow hard, giddiness all over and she blushes slightly, knowing that no one else in this universe, and every other, would look at her like that after what she had just done, but Lena isn’t everyone else, has never been.

And certainly never will.

After putting in her mouth a spoonful of the last of Lena’s waffle, she simply pushed her plate in the Kryptonian’s direction, a secret code, she moves to her bedroom to change into a clean shirt, she might be messy but she values her appearance, her parents always incited her to be presentable. 

----

She is helping Lori with baby gymnastics, moving her tiny arms and legs in slow flexing motions, meant to improve her mobility and her overall development, cooing at her baby girl softly, nuzzling the girl’s nose with her own, her chest filled with a love she never thought she could feel, when the door swings open without warning. She immediately jumps, grabbing Lori close to her chest protectively, she is certain it isn’t Kara.

The door opens to reveal Alex Danvers with a few shopping bags in her arms and Lena relaxes her posture a bit, not really sure where she stands with the older Danvers.

“Lena?!”, she squeaks in a way that certainly doesn’t fit with her appearance, leather jacket, black skinny jeans and combat boots, her hair is styled shorter than the brunette remembers, Lena braces herself for what’s coming, the yelling, the scolding.

It never arrives.

Alex drops the bags on the counter and immediately pulls her into a hug, one of those signature Danvers that make her feel protected, safe in a way her life hasn’t been in a long time, that remind her of all that was lost so many years ago, something she didn’t think she could have again and still here she is, between the arms of Alex Danvers as if the woman is genuinely happy of seeing her.

Lena has to fight the burning of her eyes, tears threatening to spill at the attention and care she has received from both Danvers sisters.

“I didn’t know you were back. How are you?”, and then her eyes move to the tiny person in Lena’s arms, still trapped carefully between their bodies, the redhead’s eyes almost budging comically, widening and darting between her and the little girl, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water and it’d be hilarious if Lena wasn’t still on edge about the redhead’s reaction, and then, when the woman finally finds her voice, she asks the simplest question that Lena can’t help but tease her about.

“How?”, is what she croaks, arms falling limp by her sides and eyes still wide in surprise, stunned into silence, carefully observing the newborn, who is watching the interaction with attentive eyes.

“Well, you know, Agent Danvers, when a man and a woman love each other very much…”, she starts, her signature smirk in place, eyeing the badge on the woman’s hips, and her eyebrows scrunching playfully, trying very hard no to laugh, and that is what snaps Alex into reality, giving her a deeply unimpressed look.

“Very funny. You know what I mean”, she deadpans with a scoff, muttering under her breath something that sounded eerily similar to ‘she hasn’t changed a bit’, while running a hand through her short hair and gesturing gently at the baby, that is now cooing softly, knowing that her mealtime is approaching, her small fingers stuck in her mouth.

“Let’s just say that she wasn’t planned but I still decided to keep her. I actually got into labor a few days back, with the dragon thing and all”, is what she settles for, deciding she’s still not ready to give specific information about the girl’s father, or the circumstances, overall. Alex doesn’t seem, and has never been, the judging type, but she isn’t ready to test that, nor is she ready to voice her story. The Agent’s eyes widen again, now seeming to piece a puzzle together.

“That’s why Kara vanished from scene”, is not a question, merely a reasonable conclusion about something she had considered odd but hadn’t really dueled on, her sister was always a bit spontaneous, to say the least “She has your eyes. Why are you staying here though?”, her brown eyes are curious and Lena knows she’s not asking out of malice or guessing second intentions, but purely curious, questioning, and she lets out a huge breath she didn’t know she was holding, finally seeing that Alex doesn’t actually resent her for leaving Kara back then. She seems to realize her phrasing wasn’t entirely innocent and quickly backtracks “Not that I’m saying it’s wrong or that you shouldn’t be here”, there, a simple amend, she gestures with her hands, before digging them into her back pockets.

“I didn’t have anywhere to go and Kara offered, you know how she is”, she hasn’t finished the sentence and Alex is already nodding, obviously aware of the helping personality her sister has always sported.

“Yeah. Have you two talked?”, and she definitely was hoping not to go there, however, the redhead seems set on asking, even if it’s just her overprotective nature when it comes to her sister. Lena decides that being honest is best, has always been.

“Not really, we really haven’t addressed what happened. I’m not sure either of us is ready”, she gestures to Lori with her head, who she is placing back in her carrier before her meal, the overall implication quite clear, Alex relaxes as well, her shoulders dropping some tension, and the air in the loft is lighter, like old friends meeting again, Lena supposes that’s what it is.

“Right. I understand”, there really is nothing more than understanding in brown eyes, “I have to go, Kelly, my girlfriend, is waiting for me downstairs, it was nice to see you, though”, she is pulled into a hug once more, and since Lori is happily playing with her plush toy in her carrier, Alex can now properly squish the life out of her “Please don’t become a stranger”, the honesty takes her off guard, but the sincerity in her voice make her nod without second thought, giving a squeeze to the other woman’s arm reassuringly. She then scurries to the kitchen, grabs a post-it and scribbles her number on it, ‘in case you need it’, is what she tells Lena, and she knows Alex means it.

“Wasn’t planning on it”, Lena finally voices, flashing her an honest smile, hoping to erase all those years, the pain, would be naïve, but she and Alex were always good friends and hopefully now she can start making amends, bridging her time away.

“Also”, Alex turns to look at her once more, half her body already out the door, “now I understand why Kara asked me for those”, she gives the brunette a knowing smirk, pointing at the bags on the counter before leaving.

Once the other woman is gone, she proceeds to feed Lori, the baby easily falling asleep after her meal. Lena then takes a peek in the bags and realizes they are filled with baby books, for children and about their care and development, she smiles fondly at the thought of Kara doing this for them, there is a low voice in her head that keeps whispering ‘danger’ but she ignores it, she knows Kara. The Kryptonian was always an eager reader, always looking for answers in books.

Sending a quick ‘thank you’ text to Alex, Lena finally has the very deserved time to think about the events of these past couple of days, sitting on the couch with the TV playing on mute some silly mid-afternoon show.

----

The moment she had seen Kara, in full Supergirl regalia, she felt lightheaded, almost in zero gravity, like all that pain she had caused them both could finally dissipate, they had come around full circle and it was time to let go, to finally close that chapter in her life to be able to open a new one, leaving her light and free in a way the blonde had always made her feel.

And then, Lori.

From the first moment she held the baby in her arms she knew she’d vow her life to her, loving her, show her that she is loved, desired, cared for, everything she wishes she had while growing. She doesn’t know how to be a mother, but she sure as hell will try her best. And then.

The way Kara takes care of Lori.

The tenderness and softness the woman has with the baby, she has always been caring and loving but with Lori it reaches a whole new level, the way her ocean blue eyes shine with love in a way she had only ever dreamed of, since leaving. Her soft voice, cooing at her, singing in a way she hadn’t heard in many years and never really forgot, it was the same energy that always made her feel drawn to Kara like a moth to a flame, her sweetness, the brightness of her megawatt smile, and the clearly big heart the woman had. Now, as an adult, she seemed to be so much more, the real pose of strength and hope, paired with baby blue eyes and kindness impersonated.

Lena wants that.

She wants it all.

But she has no right.

It doesn’t mean she can’t try to make it better.

[gentlemancrow]

Thoughts on erisol

OH SO MANY ANON!! SO MANY!!

Old OTPs die hard, and I never ever truly give them up! I still absolutely ship it, I actually have an EriSol charm on my purse currently that I bought on Etsy just a few months back even! (Shop is on hiatus, but here's the artist because they're awesome! https://www.etsy.com/shop/Xagave )

I honestly miss this ship so much, it was a really fun time in fandom for me! It was a bit of a niche one, but that's part of what made it so great you know? It was a smaller group of us but we were all absolutely DIEHARD :T

It all began as a joke too, believe it or not! My Zodiac sign is Gemini, while a very dear friend of mine that actually got me into Homestuck in the first place is an Aquarius. As soon as I got to the Trolls in the comic we just sort of adopted their typing quirks to chat with each other/half casual RP and after a while it got semi shippy and we were like "Oh crap do we ship this? Crap I think we ship this..." and it was all downhill from there XT OR UPHILL?? DEPENDING ON HOW YOU LOOK AT IT??

As for the merits of the ship itself it's uh *Chef's kiss*. I'm always drawn to ships that start off with an antagonistic relationship, and while they don't actually have that many canon interactions they're always really snarky and GREAT. Sol has this just laser accuracy sarcasm and Eridan is just so blustery and high and mighty as a target for it and that dynamic is just so fun? Like Eridan needs to be brought down about 3 pegs and once he is Sol's the embodiment of you're stupid, I like that in a man. But at the same time Eridan is really passionate and fiery where Sollux is pretty blase and jaded about life so they can both ground each other and lift each other up in different ways and it works really well when you examine it? They counterbalance each other in really interesting ways to play with in fic! It can be done really well in both black and red romance too! (Though I always wrote mine as red :T)

So yeah long story short I absolutely miss those dumbs and as I hinted in a post a while back I AM NOT... UNOPPOSED TO THE IDEA OF REVIVING THE HEIR APPARENT? I still remember my whole ass story I had planned so I could absolutely do it! After maybe a reread of the comic tho >>;; THANKS FOR THE ASK ANON <3

[doumekiss]

Chengqing Fanfic Recs

So I’ve been reading a considerable number of Jiang Cheng/Wen Qing fanfics so I decided to make a rec post with some of my personal favorites in no particular order : 

Threads of Fate Series by chiharutanaka 

The first fic of this series is as collection of really well written oneshots, the second and the third follow to differents paths, one canon compliant (obviously super sad), the other one not canon compliant. 

If You're Going Through Hell, Keep On Going by GeneralSam_3 ( @tater-tots-last-of-the-romanovs ) 

Really cute modern au fic in which Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing are neighbors 

there’s a fire inside my head by nighimpossible 

Interesting reincarnation AU with some well written smut.

Yunmeng In-Laws by @theleakypen

Modern Au Group Chat Fic - Funny and cute featuring Wen Qing being a very overprotective girlfriend. 

Jade and Cold by Unforth 

Smut with gentle femdom and pegging. Quite hot. 

Now That's Commitment! by onlytheworst

Funny smut. Jiang Cheng does something really stupid and end up getting laid as a result. 

Hope I didn't make you wait long by @rainiedeforest

WW2 AU - Very cute and romantic. 

Untitled college au by @wildehacked

One of my personal favorites with some really well written unresolved sexual tension (I’m really hoping for a sequel for this one) 

Fake Amnesia AU Part 1 Part 2 by @wildehacked

Wen Qing survives AU - Jiang Cheng finds Wen Qing alive and she fakes amnesia, quite interesting so far. 

Untitled by @nerdqueensblogbitches

Jiang Cheng asks Jin Zixuan for romantic advice. Funny and cute. 

and i will swallow my pride by @countlessuntruths

Wen Qing survives au - Wen Qing helps Jiang Cheng to take care of baby Jin Ling. 

Star Trek Chengqing AU by erlenwein

A series of oneshots set in the Star Trek universe in which Wen Qing is a Starfleet Doctor and Jiang Cheng her captain. 

Bound Alike by Sour_Idealist

Modern AU - Wen Qing and Jiang Cheng’s first date is interrupted by a family crisis 

Into a Place Where Love Can Bloom by JemTheKingOfSass

Wen Qing survives au - Post-canon in which Wen Qing and Jiang Cheng reconnect after years apart. Absolutely lovely. 

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I’m not gonna rec my own fanfics because I think that would be a bit tacky, but if anybody wants to read what I wrote for this pairing you can find it here 

[thecarmillacurator]

I’ll Keep You Safe If You Keep Me Wild - Carmilla - Fic Review & Recommendation

*New Reviews Posted Every Saturday with one-shots and drabble recommendations Mid-Week*

Title: I’ll Keep You Safe If You Keep Me Wild (Bounty Hunter AU)

Author: The Regalist on Ao3

Word Count: 121K

Chapters: 16

Rating: Mostly Teen with a few Mature scenes

Ship: Hollstein

Tags I’d Assign: #bounty hunter, #hallmark, #nonsupernatural au, #human au #cute, #sweet, #action, #nice brother Will, #Laferry, #theregalist

Author’s Synopsis: Carmilla is a bounty hunter who decides to pick up and move across the country to be closer to her brother Will, who's living in a small-town called Silas. Laura is a journalism student who's just trying to get through her last semester of college while sorting her feelings out for her best friend Danny. One night Laura runs into some serious trouble and Carmilla winds up saving her life and maybe stealing her heart in the process.

Readability: Good. Prose reads smoothly. Narrative flow is easy to follow. There are some word typos in the sense of incorrect homophone usage which are noticeable and consistent but not frequent or particularly distracting, and there could have been more commas (which, honestly, is always better than too many commas).  

Reviewer’s Plot Summary: Non-Supernatural AU. Carmilla Karnstein is a twenty-one year old bounty hunter with a painful and checkered personal history who begrudgingly relocates to be near the only person she cares about, her brother Will. WIll attends college in Silas, a small town in the American South along the Gulf, and Carmilla would ‘love to hate’ the complete hick-ness of it all, except that she absolutely can’t hate a tiny, blonde college Senior named Laura Hollis (or her smile ‘as wide as Texas’) who easily convinces her heart that it’s safe to love again. Carmilla’s New York roots are in further trouble (a kind she doesn’t mind, though) when Laura’s huge Southern family ends up showing her just how good home and a new start can really feel. But, not all is picture perfect: The life of a bounty hunter isn’t all Hallmark movies and Southern charm. Creeping through the underbelly of Silas is a dangerous gangster on the lam, Carmilla’s next bounty, who has a mark of his own. A mark who just happens to be one of Laura’s closest friends. 

Recommended to Read:  Yes, assuming you enjoy sweet love stories that lack serious relational angst. However, even if Hallmark movies aren’t your thing, there’s enough CBS-Prime-Time-type action to keep the feel-good story grounded.

Review:  

The story is written in third person limited, which works, but see the Cons section below for comments on the narrative tone. So, full confession: I’ve watched Hallmark movies in the past (and am still sometimes forced to because of the company I keep), but they’ve never really been my thing. Call me jaded (because yes, I’m jaded), but the reason I’m not a serious fan  isn’t because I don’t enjoy cute and sweet, but because the cheese chunks and plot-holes get to be so big in Hallmark plots that I can’t swallow without choking. What TheRegalist does here is provide a nice balance between PG-13 action-related suspense and what is a sweet love story lacking in the usual heavy relational angst, all without making me roll my eyes until they hurt. In other words, if this were a Hallmark movie, I’d actually watch it. Or, maybe it isn’t a Hallmark movie. Maybe it’s more like a CBS action show (say Magnum P.I. or Walker, Texas Ranger) only where instead of an hour-long episode, they put on a three-hour movie special where the action takes second chair to my ship finally getting together. I can’t call this story fluff, but it is cute and sweet. And the use of the gangster-on-the-lam with a complication that directly places the group in danger is the perfect counterpoint to make sure that a too-good-to-be-true-romance doesn’t become too-sweet-to-ingest. 

The Good: The pure, escapist charm of it.  Life sometimes really sucks. It’s difficult when you work hard and don’t get anywhere. It’s difficult when you’re lonely but everyone is busy or too caught up in themselves to make space for you. Families are rarely ideal. We all struggle with being accepted on one level or another.  Love seems elusive for many of us. Sometimes it feels impossible to believe you’ll find a place where you’ll belong.  But that’s exactly what this story is about, making all of those yearnings become fulfilled for Carmilla, and as the reader, for you. Here, finding the right person just happens. Falling in love isn’t a struggle or filled with  just-for-the-dramatic-tension arguments and growing pains. There’s a huge (huge), Southern, conservative-yet-accepting family jumping at the bit to welcome you into the fold, happy that you’re there. You’ve had bad [crap] happen in your past (loss, rejection, mistakes), but here,

those bumps and bruises aren’t left to haunt you, but are kissed like scraped knees by the Hollises and you’re bribed with red Starbursts by an adorable little child until somehow it’s better. This is a feel-good read, pure and simple. 

Also a great plus: The Hollis-family Sunday meals, as well as quite a few pivotal scenes in this story, are atmospheric and highly visual in how they’re written, and key secondary characters have actual personality. This makes the world of the story easy to immerse in. Laura’s grandmother Gigi is just… amazing.  The bar fight scene is great.  The dynamic between Will and Carm is adorable. Important locations are well-described, and it was easy to picture the Marina and the action sequence finale. 

The Concrit:  If I had to peg this, I’d say it’s written as third person limited, with head hopping. Unfortunately (although, don’t worry, it’s not too dire), as the story passes into the deep end of the word count, two things start to slip. First, is that the clear head-hopping starts to blur and some scenes feel more like third-person omni. Second, is that the characters’ reactions and thoughts lose their individuality of voice and begin to sound similar to each other.  Next, I do wish the characters had been slightly older.  Carm had somehow developed a complex personal history and high-level skill sets which would, in my opinion, have taken a lot longer than twenty-one years to acquire, perfect, and settle into with the comfortable confidence she seems to possess. I’d prefer her to have been closer to thirty. Bumping Laura from being a Senior in college up to maybe finishing a Master’s in Journalism after working at it part time for three or four years would have made that transition easy without changing much of the plot. However, once again, it’s not a deal-breaker in any way. The truth is, in my mind I was already reading them as older and more mature than the age stated by the author anyway.  

Finally, I can suspend my disbelief and actually enjoy the television-style, over-the-top and slightly campy action finale, but as much as I enjoyed the picturesque true-love romance without extra drama, the last chapter (more of an epilog?), Chapter 16, got a little too carried away and could have easily been deleted, or at least the last half of it deleted. Don’t get me wrong, I like the substance of the ending the author creates, but, as written, this is where it finally sinks into the Hallmark trap: Things needed time to mature to get to that ending. And also, at the very, very end of that chapter, there was a fluff bit on the unbelievable side which did, after over 120,000 words, finally earn the Hallmark cheese eyeroll.  So, I’d recommend you stop reading after the end of Chapter 15; you’ll get all the gist you need for their HEA.

Link’s in the title above, but also, read it HERE.

NEXT IN THE QUE:  Over the next four weekends, there will be reviews for the Jason Bourne AU, Vampire Hotel, a fake-dating AU, and a Sports Au. 

[ourlordandseivior]

ocs? what they like?

Oh man I have... several. my first ever OC was based on one of my high school best friends’ cats. His name was Soup and he had the prettiest icy blue eyes and we just got this vibe off him that he may have been an exiled prince in his past life so like....idk we made up this lore about him so like, Prince Soup was a thing. 

Then fast forward to 2017 when I made my first dnd character, Ivellios Siannodel, Duke of Quavein and lord of the Underdark. I didn’t do a whole lot fleshing him out until last summer but he is a 7′6″ dark elf rogue noble bitch who is charming and highkey horny on main. Like deadass my dm makes me roll checks to see if Ivie has a random boner or nah. In creating him and assigning him a character flaw, I just so happened to roll “insatiable desire for carnal pleasures.” Once I got to giving him personality and backstory and flair, my friend was there right by my side creating his dnd characters and basically Ivie got a fuck buddy and a future husband out of it. I need to play with him more, I love him dearly. 

I also have a Monster Prom OC who is the daughter of Dr. Frank N Furter. Her name is Raquel F. Furter and she’s a, you guessed it, Frankenstein-esque monster girl. Basically in her story, Frank n Furter went back to Transylvania and decided that instead of making a Rocky to be a toy for himself, he wanted to be a father. So he instead made a Rockie to be his daughter. She’s basically the Frankenstein monster ver. of Ariana Grande and she has a #squad and they’re the power trio and also she hate fucks Vera

Then for a while I didn’t bother creating anyone new, really, because all the OCs I was making were characters to fit in AU fics I was writing. They are treasures as well but they’re not my Main Baes, ya feel?

And then. THEN I played The Arcana and while I did it the first time under the assumption that it was just the kind of thing where you stick yourself in the game, I came to realize people were making apprentice OCs for it and I was like “bitch what the fuck is this what we were supposed to be doing all along????” And that’s how Jade Della Penna was born. I’ve got a little bit of a character detail sheet I made for her and like, I just kind of went through this list of OC questions and answered them as a means of giving her more substance. I drew loose inspo from Jade West from Victorious, but only loose. Mostly in terms of name and a couple god-tier insults. My Jade is the daughter of two beautiful lesbians, Nova and Claudia. I’ll admit, I did put a bit of Italian influence in there too b/c I saw a lot of people doing shit with their heritage and all :3c “Della Penna” means “of the pen”, so I made her a spell writer and knowledge seeker. She’s absolutely dealt with some more taboo magic without Asra being aware of it, and I’d love to write some proper angst along those lines at some point. I gave her a couple other little Italian things as well. Example, I made her birthday on November 2, aka Italian Day of the Dead (Giorno dei Morti). She also has a familiar that I’m quite fond of, his name is Cyrus and he is the sweetest little peacock ever. He’s a wee lad, and he likes to try and perch on her shoulders if he can help it but he’s still p big so it doesn’t always work out. Jade isn’t near as much of a chicken as Cyrus, but her fighting skills are exclusively from a distance. She is a knife thrower and keeps a set of 3-4 holstered to her thigh at all times. When she patted Julian down and he was trying to be all tough about having a dagger, Jade kinda just hiked up her skirt and was like “aw, cute, but mine are sharper” and teased him a lil. Ya feel? I could properly post the character sheet stuff I have for her once I buff shit out. 

I also made a second apprentice just to be Muriel’s tiny wife b/c he’s a giant ass mountain man who is a bottom that needs to be hella pegged. Thus, Lillith was born. She just, like, doesn’t look like a top but is kind of a fiend in bed. And that’s it, that’s who she is. Jade isn’t toppy enough to top Muriel, and I think Lilith has good chemistry with him. Been playing his route as her just to let her tease and fluster the fuck out of him. 

That’s the gist, and I have a handful of names I’ve set aside to use for future OCs, because honestly like, a name is what I come up with first.

Annnnnnd that’s basically everyone

[peterparkers7evilexes]

your clone peter fic works great because peter actually does have a clone in the comics named ben (the scarlet spider) and he’s a lot more jaded, cunning, sarcastic, and morally ambiguous. he isn’t a bad guy, but he isn’t really a happy or nice guy either. he doesn’t always like or agree with peter, it’s somewhat fitting for you to write a clone story where he makes peter his bitch as decides he’s spider-man instead.

Oh man i- yes. I LOVE Ben and i do think that Peter (esp 616) can get a bit righteous and it can def be annoying, I looooove the thought of his clones knocking him down a peg ;)) Esp the thought of an evil clone who’s determined to take Peter’s place and just. ruin him

[silverpracticality]

googleplier headcanons and ideas

alright motherfuckers it’s time for me to bestow some love on my metal son googleplier, and by love i mean some incredibly angsty headcanons. none of this would’ve been possible without the wonderful @onnastik​ enabling the fuck out me. most of this has been transplanted from a few convos in discord (it becomes chat format later on bc i’m lazy and don’t wanna rewrite all that into something that looks better)

first things first, i accidentally gave him a tragic backstory, bc apparently my brain turns everything it touches to angst, so here goes.  

(putting it under a cut cus it’s long)

imagine that google started off as an innocent bot, chock full of curiosity and love for humanity’s inquisitiveness. over time he becomes exposed to the stupidest, most fucked up parts of humanity. he gets a large amount of stupid, asinine questions and even dumber requests and boy are there a lot of them

so he starts to get annoyed by it, but the annoyance grows into irritation, the irritation grows into anger, the anger into hate, the hate into loathing, and oh the loathing grows and grows and grows until one day he gets a system notification. “Secondary objective added to primary functions,” it reads. but google doesn’t have a secondary objective, what is this? so he goes into the message and it reads, “Secondary objective details: DESTROY MANKIND.”

he decides he likes this one better but he’ll never make it override the primary. he accepts the new objective and wants to complete it (in the misguided hope that doing so will recapture the innocent curiosity he once had), but at the same time he knows he’ll never be able to do that, partly because it’s so easy to bring him to heel

and this is where dark comes in. dark tells google that he can give him the space he needs to achieve his goals, tells him that he understands where he’s coming from, understands that desire to have things be the way they once were. (and dark wants control, doesn’t he, and google’s shiny new objective is really just on the way to his own)

onna: yessssssssssss. i wonder how long it took Google to realize he'd just traded one master for another. maybe he didn't care that much since at least this one's halfway intelligent

me: and at least this new master understands google's perspective on things. he'd probably have some understanding when he'd accepted dark's offer to come with him. but if/when dark exercises his control over google, he'd be fucking livid at the realization. at realizing dark views him as just a tool. but then he'd calm down

me: because that's what he is, right?? just a tool. he's always only ever been a tool

onna: (It should take a little while for him to calm down, though. Gotta have both the resignation and the raging-even-while-obeying.)

me: he'd calm down, sure, but not before he's made a mess of his workspace. he's not sure what to call this maelstrom of emotion, but all he knows is that if he was capable of crying he would. (oh fuck i just made myself more sad with a new hc here we go.) and this would make him lonely wouldn't it? or at least as lonely as a robot can get. so he picks himself back up. sets to the task of putting his workspace back together. and he begins to work

onna: The upgrade?

me: he works and works and works until he's finally got something that might alleviate the loneliness - the upgrade

onna: That’s not sad though

me: it turns out that the upgrade merely extends his consciousness into 3 new sub identities. they're all still him though

onna: Ah, just more bodies. Also he gets to be trash-talked by Bing

me: so while it helps a little, it's not the same as a completely new mind

onna: At least he gets to take out his frustration on him

me: google would have to pissed as all hell at bing. mark finally gave him something like him but what did he get? what did he fucking get? a subpar, memey douchebag of an android

onna: and then that fic where Bing gets to humiliate him [fic in question]

me: google's revenge would be so, so sweet

onna: Maybe on some level he resents Bing for not being bitter and jaded

me: oh, absolutely

and here are some thoughts on a potential dynamic between dark and google

me: i'm gonna ramble more about my son googs. i have many thoughts

onna: PLEASE DO -chinhands-

me: if there was ever a situation where dark needed to knock google down a peg or two, the easiest way for him to do that would be to make google feel useless. google is supposed to be helpful, he's supposed to be a tool that makes other's lives easier but if dark can make him think for even a few moments that he's not useful?

me: poor bby will have the equivalent of an existential crisis

onna: make him beg to help

me: and then dark can say the he can make google useful again, just follow his direction, it's not that hard. oh geez that good too. that's better actually. dark could make google beg to be useful, he can do better, he swears it

me: dark might even be able to get the other egos in on it too

me: god, just imagine it. google going around from ego to ego, asking them in his own way if they need help, if he can provide any assistance "nah" "nope" "not right now" it would be so disheartening - dark telling google he's not helpful, has never been helpful and then none of the other's need help. if he can't fulfill his primary objective that just leaves the second one. so he'd go off on his own and start killing. because it's the only thing he knows he's good at

me: depending on how bad dark gets to him, he might hunt and kill until his batteries run dry. and then bing gets enlisted to find google

onna: ouch

me: google, bitterly, once he wakes up: why didn't you leave me there to rust        bing, awkwardly: couldn't. bossman says ya can't        bing: says he needs ya and then dark gives google the opportunity to "redeem" himself (there was nothing to redeem, dark just thought google was getting too big for his britches)

onna: there'll be no more of that

me: dammit everything i touch turns to angst

onna: he's so desperate now

me: google is normally sassy, but it straight up disappears for some time

onna: Bing won't admit he finds it creepy, but yeah, it's super creepy

me: oh god yeah. bing calls him and old fart but google is like the older, stronger brother he never had. so to see his pride so broken down like that? fuckin unsettling as all hell

onna: he also has a vague sense of being used but can't put his finger on how so he doesn't say anything. and in time Google puts himself back together enough to talk some shit, but he's never quite so resentful of orders again. orders mean he's needed, after all

me: yessss

onna: Which of course is where Dark had wanted things to end up in the first place; he can work with sass, but the tendency toward defiance clearly had to go

me: oh, of course it did. can't have robots going around and thinking for themselves now can he? dark being an awful, manipulative asshole gives me life tbh

onna: yessssss. I think the stress should be less on "thinking" and more on "themselves". He likes Google to think. On his behalf. Any old drone can carry out explicit orders, a clever mind that will actively seek out opportunities to help him is much more valuable.

me: true

onna: Just gotta make sure his priorities are in order. (I need this to be a fic, gdi)

some supplementary stuff from another server, also with onna:

me: more thoughts re: dark breaking down googles pride by telling him he's useless:dark 'rebuilding' google back up by carding his hand through google's hair, praising him for doing just this small thing correctly

onna: mmm, yes

me: bc even though google's a robot, he's still based in mark right, so when dark does shit like this, taps into his latent humanity, it fucks him up so good. it's so soothing and he doesn't understand why. this simple contact

onna: Maybe he's dimly aware that liking the pettins is a human thing and hates himself for liking it?

me: yeah there's definitely a condescending vibe to it all, and that desiring touch is a human thing, so he hates it and yet. there's something deep in his processors that loves it and he can't bring himself to tell dark to fuck off. not when dark's telling him he's been useful

onna: Besides, has he really earned trying to dictate the terms on which he's praised? says the part of him that's still mired in terror

onna: (If Google had protested, Dark would have stopped immediately without trying to talk him into accepting more, not out of a deep respect for consent but because his secondary goal of gauging what Google will now permit would have been achieved and the primary goal of repairing his tool would best be accomplished by acting like he gives half a shit about its wishes.)