#an anon asked me to share this 💙

[buckypascal]

Ryan Reynolds talking about Chris Evans as Johnny Storm in Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Deadpool & Wolverine

[kindahoping4forever]

Are you going to the show tonight?

No, I cut my bangs too short yesterday, he definitely can't see me for another few weeks. 🥸

Jk jk (well not about the bangs unfortunately, I look very 3rd grade picture day rn) - because of my health issues and other assorted logistical realities in my life, spontaneous nights out are a luxury I very rarely can afford, both literally and figuratively.

It sucks not being able to take advantage of living where I do but I'm very grateful that more often than not, there are attendees that are kind enough to share their content so we can all enjoy it! 🥰🫶🏻

[oraclekleins]

hello hello!! i discovered you a few hours ago and LOVE your content<3

could i request a joost klein x gn!reader where the reader is also competing in eurovision, representing {readers country} and basically they are already dating and joost kind of gets jealous because readers new make up artist got a little TOO touchy.. once they get back to their shared hotel room he expresses that jealousy by getting a bit more clingy?

when reader tried to ask about whats wrong he just kisses them or brushes it off as not important :3

thank you if you accept my request and have a great day <3

ill be 🩵anon if that’s okay!

Hii! Thanks for being so sweet, nonnie! Hope this is up to your liking. 💙 I changed the prompt a little iiif that's alright, so here's kind of an aftermath of that. ^^ I love any feedback.

You're Overcomplicating Things . . -> Jealous!Joost Klein x Reader

The buzzing of Joost's phone wakes him with a start. 

His head turns a bit to the side, slowed from exhaustion. Joost's vision is still catching up with him, the living room gauzed in a radial blur; he feels like he’s wading through quicksand — dragging himself to sit up, before his arm catches another body. You're curled onto the left side of the bed, unmoving —  the pillow your arm was wrapped around having ended up on the floor. There’s a spot of drool on your hoodie, plush lips tugged along the bold Eurovision logo of your sleeve. 

“Morning,” Joost mumbles, patting the cushions for his phone. His voice is groggy, scratched dry from the shitty beers you two had downed the night before. He grimaces at the spit webbed on the top of his mouth, flicks at it with his tip of tongue in disgust. He moves to gently push at your leg; it’s hot, too hot for you to lounge this close; there’s a pool of sweat sinking into the crook of his chest — he feels gross, sticky, uncomfortable. There's a heavy silence in the air. It feels like you did something wrong, but you can't place your finger on it. You stir in response, a whine of annoyance rumbling from your throat. You blink over to see what Joost's all worked up about, who’s grabbing his phone from the nightstand, pinching at his forehead.

"Good morning — what's wrong?" You're still waking up, clearing the spit from your throat. Biting back a cough, you manage to sit up, pressing on the wrinkles from your shirt.

Joost offers you a tired smile, moving to kiss your forehead. "Long day ahead, right? Hop to it." A bit of enthusiasm pokes out of his voice as the words die out, his lips trailing to your jaw, pressing into it. It feels like he's hiding from you, even when he's slotted into your side like a puzzle piece, lazily tracing his fingers against your hip.

He's sulking, the boy-shape trying to disappear into your skin, upset and loathing.

Your fingers find his curls, gently raking your nails across his scalp. He makes a noise of satisfaction, face nestling closer to your collarbone.

You would know his envious touches through death. There were small, red marks around your waist where he had been pressing into it, marking you, yet.. gentle. Apologetically, he rubbed his thumb over them, turning his face from you.

"Joost," you sigh, "you think it's stupid," he perks up. "Right? That's why you won't tell me."

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth. "Your makeup, it looked good yesterday. The new artist. Good." Joost fixates on the blanket under you both, looking anywhere but at you. "Good connection."

"Good connection?" He's already kissing the words from your mouth, stealing them from you. If he took them, then he wouldn't have to hear you say them. Listen to you accuse him — be disappointed. "Joost, let me," you're tired of this game already, and he's holding you like he can't get enough, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. You can feel the tense of panic in him, cold throughout his veins, a tremble to his grip.

You're prying his fingers away — careful, soft, not like a punishment. A warning. "You need to talk to me."

Joost is quiet for a minute. He's thinking. His uncomfortable grin is full of teeth, ones that graze on your irritability, biting into you like a peach. He doesn’t wipe the juice from his mouth —  instead lets it dry on his chin, picking at the stain. A rash of his own, festering nerves.

He sits up. Joost's tank hugs his figure. His hair is coiffed into loose, blonde strands of fray, kissing the back of his neck — bouncing when he tilts his head. He frowns. You wrap your arm around his shoulder, keeping him afloat.

"You do not rehearse today, yes?" Joost asks after a bit. You want to make a remark about how you have his schedule memorized, everything written down on your phones, laid out for him — it's a little mean. He doesn't need it right now.

Swinging your legs to the side of his bed, you nod. "Not today, yeah. You want me to come hang out with you?"

Joost nods, a little too fast.

You kiss the side of his head, pulling him back into your chest. "You need to tell me when you're upset. Even if you think I'm gonna get mad, or, I don't know — weirded out."

"I love you." You hum into shoulder. You're ghosting the pad of your thumb against his cheekbone. He looks satisfied, curling back into you.

Joost tangles your fingers. You know how this goes.

"I love you too."

Thanks for reading!

[froggiewrites]

Hi again, Froggie! Glad to see that your requests are still open ^^ (btw, I'm not caught up with OP yet, but your live reaction posts feel so relatable already sdhjhjdfg) That said, I did thought of something bittersweet... and yes, this is again for our beloved Ace. If you have the time, could you do a hurt/comfort piece that deals with GN!Reader dealing with Ace's death post-Marineford? One day, reader was visiting Ace's grave in Sphinx Island and was weeping, but then a stray calico cat comes up to them seemingly with the intent of grabbing reader's attention. Let's just say reader makes a new furry friend who awfully reminds them of Ace (look through pictures in google and you'll see what iI mean ;_;) and thinks the cat is a manifestation of him somehow... ~ 🍂 ace's widow ♠️

Ah ace's widow anon, nice to hear from you again!! This was very bittersweet, I hope you enjoy it 💙💙

Companion in Grief

Pairing: Ace x Reader

SFW

Summary: You're lost in your grief after losing Ace, but you think you might have finally found something to live for. Warnings: Marineford Spoilers, Major Character Desk (past), Angst, Hurt/Comfort Word Count: 1.6k

You’re still waiting for it to get easier.

You’ve been given a lot of platitudes: that time heals all wounds, that he’s always with you, that he died a hero. Like the way he died somehow makes him any less dead.

You much preferred what an old woman had told you, once, when you had shared that you were both widows. You had asked her if it ever stopped hurting.

She smiled sadly. “No, it doesn’t. But it…dulls, sometimes. It’s like an old wound that never heals quite right; sometimes you can go days, weeks, even years without feeling it. But it always comes back. Sometimes it’s a small ache, sometimes it’s just like the day you lost them. But it always comes back.”

“That doesn’t make me feel much better, honestly.”

“No, it doesn’t. But…one day, you’ll wake up, and realize it’s been a while since you broke down, and you can think of the happy times without feeling like your heart’s been torn from your chest. And maybe that doesn’t make it better, but it’s maybe a little easier, a little kinder, than what came before it.”

You’re still waiting for that realization.

You’ve tried not visiting him everyday, after a couple concerned friends told you they were worried you might be making things worse for yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. You know he’ll never be lonely with Pops nearby, but you don’t want him to think you’d abandoned him. You know he wouldn’t want you to wait for him, but he’d never really wanted you to love him, either, always convinced he was a burden, some horrible cross for you to bear. You’d spend the rest of your life sleeping next to his grave if you thought it’d bring you closer to him.

But you don’t feel him here, not really. You just feel the cold ground beneath your feet, the gentle heat of the sun against your cheeks. There isn’t anybody here with you, no matter how much you wish it were different.

So you talk to the air, pretending you can feel his warm hands holding yours, pretending you feel his spirit and warmth around you. “I still miss you.”

There’s no response.

“This morning I woke up, and for just a second, I forgot. I forgot what happened, and I reached out for you next to me.” Your throat tightens, but you force out the words anyway. “You weren’t there, obviously, and then I remembered, and I–” 

You don’t know if the noise that escapes you is a laugh or a sob. “It’s so stupid, right? To forget? I know you’re gone, but some part of me is convinced that one day I’ll wake up and you’ll just…be there. And I’ll get to tell you about this awful nightmare I’ve been having, and you’ll tear up despite yourself because you’ve always been a lot softer than you like to let on. And you’ll tell me that it’s okay, because you’re here, and you would never leave me. And you’d be lying, and we’d both know it, but you’d say it anyway. For me.”

You lean your face down, pressing it into the dirt, inhaling the earthy scent, trying to ground yourself. “It's so strange. I feel so lucky to have known you, but I almost wish I hadn't. It's so cruel to have loved you and lost you.” 

You think of his smile, so warm and bright. Once you’d thought looking at him was like staring at the sun. “It'd be easier if I didn't know how good life could be.” 

You think about his hands on yours, his lips pressing gently against your skin. “It'd be easier if I didn't know how deeply I was capable of loving.” 

You think of the way he had slid the ring on your finger, hands shaking. He had been so nervous, more frightened than you’d ever seen him. “I don't think I'll ever do it again.” 

Your hands dig into the dirt, the small rocks and pebbles digging into your skin. “I hope you hold it against me if I see you sooner than you expected. I can’t do this without you. I never could.” The words pour out until they can’t anymore, the sobs finally overtaking you.

You want to sink into the ground, lay beside him, hold his hand one last time, no matter how cold. It’s just not fair. It isn’t right. This isn’t how things were supposed to be. You had a life you were supposed to live together, and he had so many things left to do, and now they’re just going to be left undone? How could that possibly be true?

Then something brushes against your hand.

Something soft and cold. A feeling other than pain, for the first time in months.

You manage to look up, and for a moment the big eyes staring at you seem almost familiar. The little cat, covered in dirt, is sniffing your hand, investigating you. He can’t be more than a year old, still in that awkward lanky state between kitten and cat. The sniffs continue for several seconds before he seemingly deems you worthy, and you feel the smallest hint of warmth as he licks your hand.

Before you realize it, you’ve moved your hand to scratch between his little ears, and his eyes close as you hear the sweet sound of his purrs. The corner of your lip twitches. What a sweet little thing.

“Hey, little guy,” you murmur, your throat still tight from your tears. “What are you doing here?” 

He mewls in response, headbutting your hand, as though demanding you continue your affections. A small sound escapes your throat, sharp and foreign, and after a moment you realize it’s a laugh. How long has it been since you laughed?

He headbutts you again, letting out a noise of discontent. For a moment you’re reminded of a sleepy Ace, grabbing your hand and pathetically begging you to lay down with him, for you to run your hands through his hair, to give him anything you’re willing. You give in to the cat, reaching over to pick him up and hold him against your chest, to his delight. He curls in immediately, purring louder, and you can feel his warmth seep in through your shirt. He’s like a little furnace, instantly banishing the cold ache that had been plaguing you all morning.

“You’re friendly, huh?”

He lets out a little trill, snuggling further into you.

“You should probably be afraid of strangers, buddy.”

A gentle breeze brushes against your cheeks, carrying the faint smell of cedar and smoke, so familiar it makes your chest ache. You almost fall to your knees again, but the gentle rumble of the creature laying against you brings you back. You’d hate to hurt him if you fell.

Your eyes linger on the gravestone for a moment, before you nod and turn around. You want to get this baby home, maybe give him a bath and some food. Ace would understand.

You enter the little cabin you’ve been staying in, ready to fill the sink with warm water. Your new companion doesn’t seem terribly pleased at the sound of it, and is even less pleased by the feeling of it on his fur. You try to be as gentle and quick as you can, making sure to check him over for ticks or flea dirt as he lets out one long, uninterrupted cry.

He decides you’re the worst person alive after you dry him off.

He forgives you after half an hour.

You don’t have any cat food, or anything you think he could eat, so you’ll have to go to the market later, once he’s settled. You do find some stray blankets you throw over a chair to make a good hiding space for him, which he instantly throws himself into.

As you maneuver around, preparing to leave as your new friend demands sustenance, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You don’t look quite happy; there are bags under your eyes, and you look a little sickly. But you realize that at some point, something almost like a smile snuck its way onto your face.

You can’t help but recall a conversation you and Ace had, back when you had cried when he told you he was leaving for a long mission, wailing that you couldn’t stand life without him for that long.

“Aw, sweetheart, you don’t need me. You just need something to live for.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need a reason to wake up in the morning. A goal you’re working toward, something you want to achieve, or something you’re looking forward to. Something, anything, that makes you want to get up each day. Do you have that?”

You don’t remember what your answer was. You don’t remember who you used to be, before. But for the first time in recent memory, there’s a smile on your face, no matter how small, and the loud, demanding cries of a hungry cat make you think that perhaps you’ll have a reason to wake up tomorrow.

Maybe things don’t need to be good to be better. Maybe they can be just a little less bad. Maybe that can be enough, for now.

[azsazz]

Comets

Lucien x Reader [Starfall Week Day 7]

Summary: @starfallweek Day 7 Prompt: Character A and B spend Starfall in a different court, learning all of the traditions.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,339

Notes: This one also goes out to the anon who was begging me for some Lulu action 💙

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The wind brushes his copper hair over his shoulders and the sun makes the freckles dusting his nose shine. You watch your mate spread his arms wide and throw his head back, drinking in a deep breath of the crisp, fresh Autumn Court air. 

He never thought he would be back.

It has been a long many years since he was exiled from the Autumn Court on the happenstance of falling in love. Falling in love with someone that his father didn’t approve of. Falling in love with someone who wasn’t his mate. 

Lucien had every intention of marrying Jesminda, lower fae or no. His young heart leaped happily in his chest whenever she was around. They were both blind to their problems as a couple, brushing off their arguments to roll around in the grassy fields, watching the leaves change color over their heads.

It had taken a long time to get over her. He never really did, honestly. Of course, the love that had been so fiery and new, scorched him when she died. But it was nothing like how it is with you, his true mate.

Lucien turns his head over his shoulder, tears lining his russet eye. The mechanical one whirs softly, and the smile on his lips shakes a little, making your heart ache in your chest. He holds a hand out to you, wanting to share this moment with you. 

The moment he can freely cross back into Autumn Court territory without fearing for his life.

While your mate had found a new home in the Night Court, found you in the Night Court, this isn’t a moment he’d allowed himself to think about, no matter how many promises his older brother made in their passing moments at meetings or gatherings. Their father is finally dead and Eris crowned the new High King of Autumn. 

He swears he can hear it, the joy across the lands carried on the winds blowing you closer to him. Lucien smiles sneakily at that look you give him. So he used a little mixture of his Autumn and Day Court powers to sweep the wind up. He wants you in his arms, how can you be upset at that?

You reach up with your free hand, caressing Lucien’s face, wiping at the lone tear rolling down his cheek. 

“Are you ready?” you ask, with a soft smile.

His throat works around a swallow and he takes your hand, kissing your palm so sweetly. “With you? Of course.” 

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The Autumn Court is everything you thought it might be, but even more so because Lucien looks like he’s never left. 

There’s something about being in the territory that has awoken something long lost in your mate. The air, fresher than the other courts, filling his lungs with the scents of pine and sap, cinnamon and pumpkin. The black you thought he looked striking in is nothing compared to the hues of the autumnal clothing he’d almost immediately switched them out for; the olive greens and deep navy’s, crimsons and nutty browns.

Your first pit stop had been the bakery his mother always took him to when he was young. He missed their sweets deeply, and you laughed at the amount of pastries he tried buying. Lucien had hand fed you a caramel treat and your eyes widened at the burst of flavor that hit your tastebuds. There was no stopping either of you from spending a pretty coin on the treats filling your arms sky high.

“This one, my love, is a Starfall tradition,” he explains, handing you a sample of the warmed treat. It looks something similar to a Night Court treat you remember your mother making. Popping it into your mouth you nearly melt at its deliciousness. 

“Luc, we need to buy all of these,” you say in amazement, not waiting for his answer before you’re opening your mouth to speak to the worker. Lucein’s chuckle warms you to your very bones but you pout as he guides you away from the shop.

“There will be plenty more at the Woodland House tonight, my love,” he says with a grin. “My family hires a specific baker every year during the month of Starfall to make sure they never run out. Trust me, with seven boys running around, they were constantly in low supply.” 

You laugh with your mate, enjoying the shining of his eyes at the fond memory. You want to hear more of the good times he’s had in his home court. It’s not something he often speaks about, because there are more bad than good, but when you do get to hear one of his favorite memories, it always makes you smile.

“So, what does tonight have in store for us?” you ask, popping some of the chocolate and caramel drizzled popcorn into your mouth. Another Autumn Court staple. Your mate is going to turn you into a sweet-tooth yet.

“First, we have a formal dinner with the family,” Lucien explains, and you can see how the joy melts into nervousness. He hasn’t seen the entirety of his family since the day he was chased out of the Court, where two of his brothers died at the hands of him and Tamlin. He’s not sure how the remaining brothers besides Eris feel about him. Pyrolas doesn’t care about anyone’s presence besides his own, but he is the son so much like his father. Conleth never wanted problems with anyone, and Oakland was ever the rational one. If any of his brothers might have missed him, he would put his coin on those two.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you offer softly. You would never make Lucien do something that he didn’t feel comfortable doing. You’re sure there’s a nice place the both of you can hide out until the party afterwards begins. Or perhaps you can check into an inn and celebrate Starfall in the streets with the rest of the peoples of the Autumn Court.

“No,” he shakes his head and rolls his shoulders, straightening his spine. “I’ve missed out on Starfall dinners for long enough. I’m ready.”

You nod, offering him the tin of popcorn. “Want some?”

“Thank you, my love,” Lucien smiles, taking a handful. “Besides, Eris mentioned that he was pulling out all of the stops this year. Told me that it is going to be the best Starfall this court has ever seen.” 

You hum, wondering just what that sly, new High Lord might have planned.

“What happens after dinner?” you ask, trailing along a path leading up to the Woodland House. You’re not sure how far it is, but you don’t mind the walk with your mate, drinking in the scenes the court has to offer.

“Then, we’ll congregate on the outer porches and there will be drinks of all kinds,” Lucein explains, perking up again. “You’re going to have to try the cinnamon one, my love. It’s my favorite.” Your mate laughs at your grimace. Cinnamon in the form of alcohol is not your favorite. “There’s also one that tastes like Yulemas. You’ll love that one.” 

“Don’t let me drink too much, Lucien Vanserra,” you tease, “Or I won’t be able to participate in the after Starfall activities.” 

You squeal as Lucein drags you off the path and presses you against a nearby tree, dipping down to taste the taunt from your lips. His tongue brushes the seam of your lips and you part easily for him, moaning when he presses his quickly thickening cock into your hip.

You’re breathless when he straightens, feeling as giddy as ever, like the first time you and he ever kissed.

“How about some pre Starfall activities, my love?” he asks, licking the remnants of you from his lips. His russet eye glows bright and his mechanical one clicks softly.

You take his hand and pull him away from the tree, dragging him back up the path. “Come on then, Vanserra. Show me what you’ve got.”

[endless-ineffabilities]

Chemical Override - Submission Board

Hello, my darlings! I've received a lot of ideas and requests and queries about Chem Ov, so I'm making this post as a way to keep track of all of them.

Feel free to share in the comments or in my ask!

Once an idea has been submitted, I will add it here, to avoid repetition and to make sure that I am able to incorporate it into the story if it fits the narrative 💙

*random pictures included above, added cause they amuse me :)

series masterlist ▪︎ main masterlist

Ewan and the reader thinking about living together - 🦜 anon

Reader adopting Benjicat who ends up preferring his mum, unlike Sansa - TheCatAnon

Ewan seeing an ad or film of the reader and sending her a picture along with a compliment - @seamaiden

Audience reactions to Ewan and Matt's game interview from Above The Gods Eye - ✨️ anon

Reader running to Ewan's aid when he gets injured on set, shoving past Matt - @ajantanijhum

Reader having a naughty dream about Ewan and Matt - anon

Ewan comforting reader when she's on her period - anon

Sansa sneaking into Reader's bag and ending up in HOTD set - TheCatAnon

Reader getting addicted to viral pastries from a Japanese bakery, influencing Ewan, who over-indulges his sweet tooth - @theintrovertedwriter868

Ewan watching (and adoring) Darling's interview on Hot Ones or another variety show - @just-fics-station

Ewan and Darling discussing marriage and babies - anon

Ewan and Darling do the Wired Autocomplete Interview / friendship test - @seamaiden

Matt or Ewan or both seeing Darling's lingerie campaign - anon

Ewan posting Darling's high fashion ad on his stories - 💌 anon

Hotd cast playing never have i ever, drunk edition, but prior to the game they all decided to target ewan and make all of the questions related to darling (e.g. "never have i ever made longing gazes at darling during interviews?") - anon

Darling gets cast for a music video. Matt visits her on set and he gets cast in an extra role as her lover - @just-fics-station

Darling is in a musical on the West End, playing a character who's dominant and confident (thinking of Heather Chandler) and Ewan goes to watch and is obsessed - Scottish anon

Darling meets Ewan's parents or vice versa - @clarkysblog

Ewan and the reader vacaying with the cast. Them sneaking off to make out. Ewan gawking at the reader behind his sunglasses - anon

Darling prank calls Ewan/Matt for Elle - anon

A famous celeb says that Darling is their celebrity crush and wants to work with her - anon

Darling wearing a 'revenge dress' for an event - anon

Darling taking the buzzfeed hotd character quiz and getting Aemond - @seamaiden

Ewan and darling sharing in each other's interests (eg. She wears one of his rock band shirts / she'll get him into horror movies, sci-fi, skincare) - anon

Darling doing an everything shower/extensive self-care routine and being so exhausted afterward that Matt or Ewan have to take care of her - 🦘

Darling posting a hot photo on Insta, attracting admirers and triggering boyfriend Ewan - @kammmy101

Ewan and the cast supporting Darling in her theatre debut - 💌 anon

Ewan having Darling as his lockscreen and she finds out - anon

An interview flirting with Darling, and Ewan trying not to get riled up - anon

Darling and Jenna becoming best friends - ✨️ anon

[senseichaos]

Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.

I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.

That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

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AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!

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Forever and always

(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)

Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)

Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!

(not proof read)

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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.

Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.

You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.

"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.

"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.

"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"

"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."

You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.

"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.

"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.

Fuck. Now what?

You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.

There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.

What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m

Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.

Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.

Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.

Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.

You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.

Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.

"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.

"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.

"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"

Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.

"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.

"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.

"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.

"No please.. I'll do anything..?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.

"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.

"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.

You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.

"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.

"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."

You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.

"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.

"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Awful.." you whisper.

Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.

From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.

"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.

With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.

"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.

His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.

Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.

"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.

"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."

He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.

"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.

"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.

"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.

"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.

"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."

You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.

You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.

Forever and Always.

Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.

But when he has, he doesn't pull out.

"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.

"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.

"Yes Mister Vox."

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Rewind 2023 - Follower Recs

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2023

For our Rewind 2023, our dear followers were also able to submit Follower Recs of their favourite stories published in 2023 for you to enjoy! Thank you to everyone who shared their recs and make sure to give the authors some love!

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Lovely fic, the worldbuilding really got me hook, it is background but absolutely fascinating. -Anon

The Lines of your Soul

by athena_crikey

M, 24k, Wangxian & Nielan

Summary: At this point he just wants to get Lan Zhan horizontal so he can sleep off the drugs that are making him make little confused snuffling noises and ask questions like “How soft is purple?” and “Where did the moon go?” and “Why does Wei Ying smile all the time?” Lan Zhan under the influence is cute, and it makes Wei Wuxian genuinely angry because he cannot appreciate it. This is not something Lan Zhan chose, this is not even an accident, this is an intentional violation and none of the sounds or questions or wide-eyed glances Lan Zhan is giving him are his choice.

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Not an easy read, there is a lot of hurt there, but how lwj and wwx behaved in such an awful situation really got to me. -Anon

swallowing rocks, swallowing peach skins

by AvoOwO

M, 24k, Wangxian

Summary: There is an indescribable rage boiling within Lan Wangji's chest. Lan Wangji has often heard stories of unsuspecting travelers being taken from their camp within the night, held against their wills only to be somehow found weeks later, dead and in the most horrid of states. Stories are hard enough to read about. It is worse, he thinks, when it is Wei Ying he is here with, gagged and bound in the same way. They walk, and walk, and walk, and they do not stop.

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Lwj and wwx are just. such disasters. and I loved their jobs, especially lwj. it was a very enjoyable read. -Anon

To See You (Again)

by FrameofMind (@frameofmind6), Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)

E, 84k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: A new job brings Wei Ying to London, and back into Lan Zhan's life. Many things have changed since their time in boarding school (Lan Zhan is out of the closet, arranges charcuterie boards, stocks a fine bar…), but their friendship slots right back into place like no time has passed. Wei Ying is a little perplexed by the fact that Lan Zhan apparently doesn't have any interest in dating anyone despite being an obvious catch—but hey, at least that means he doesn't have to fight anyone for Lan Zhan's time and attention. And besides, it's not like Wei Ying is in any big rush to find himself a girlfriend either. It’s all working out great!

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This story is a ton of fun and such a different and interesting concept. @danegen

Pairfire

by PaidSubscription

E, 65k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: Welcome, young cultivators, to the most important event of your lives: your Coming of Age Symposium. At dawn tomorrow, you will be assigned to your pairmate. You will then complete the following courses together. Week 1: Love Languages (core course) Week 2: Conflict Resolution (core course) Week 3: Guided Gender Selection (core course, ongoing) Week 4: Caring for Your Pairmate in Distress (elective) Week 5: Heat Week (elective) On your final day you will choose which permanent A/B/O gender is right for you. We will provide guidance as you try each of them in the coming weeks. Good luck. OR: WangXian are unexpectedly paired for a relationship course. Shenanigans, pining, gender feels and horniness ensues. With art by Beanie.

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This series was so much fun, especially watching Lan Wangji's lust for Wei Wuxian from Su She's POV. And I'm grateful the author included a second part so we can see all the bits we missed and how wangxian got together. Also lwj's competency kink for wwx's brilliance was gold. @gentil-minou

💙 The epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan

by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)

E, WIP, Series, 57k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary part one: The (bitter) third party pov of the epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, as told from the pettiest NPC to ever exist. - - - - - A new student transferred into the university in their second year, and Su She was gleeful to see how much Lan Zhan was irritated by him from the very first day that the student (Wei something) showed up late for class with a ratty hoodie pulled up over his head and proceeded to sleep through lecture. Finally, someone else would be the butt of everyone’s jokes as they watched Wei Ying constantly try and fail to get Lan Zhan’s attention. When midterm grades came out, Su She was expecting the guy to be humiliated. That was… not what happened. Worse still, Lan Zhan was now actually turning his head to look at the guy when he spoke. And... wait, was Lan Zhan… putting his hand on the guy’s ass?! No. Su She does not accept this.

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I love historical aus and Greaser!WWX with GoldenBoy!LWJ is one we know well, butI love this fic for all the heart it has and the way it covers setting-typical homophobia. Wangxian get a happy ending and then the epilogue at the end really just made me feel all kinds of feelings about being queer. @gentil-minou

Mad about the Boy

by TriviasFolly (@triviasfolly)

M, 62k, Wangxian

Summary: It's 1954, and Lan Zhan's life would be going well if it wasn't for the charming Wei Ying. Did he say charming? He meant annyoing. If it wasn't for that smile Lan Zhan could accept the future planned for him, the job as Cheif Surgeon who returned home to a demure wife who'd cook him dinner and asking him about his day. Instead, he finds himself dreaming about something more. So when Wei Ying offers him a deal, one that would get him out of Lan Zhan's life he took it. When the evening goes wrong, Lan Zhan expects his life to be over. Instead, he finds it's just the start of a new chapter.

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The way this author made the story of the Scarlet Pumpenel fit in mdzs is, in my opinion, masterful. The arranged marriage is built on devastating misunderstanding after devastating misunderstanding, but the identity shenanigans are so fun! Other highlights include Jiang sect love and wangxian adopting not only A-Yuan but MXY as well. So much fun and an epic adventure! @gentil-minou

The Scarlet Lotus

by rainbowninja167 (@rainbowtitania)

M, 137k, Wangxian

Summary: In the years following the Sunshot Campaign, the mysterious, masked cultivator who’d defeated Wen Ruohan took on many identities: the Yiling Patriarch, leader of the Wen rebels, enemy of the Jin Sect, practitioner of wicked tricks. His true name was shrouded in mystery. He always wore a mask. He carried no sword; wore no clan colors or insignia. Clouds of resentful energy clung to him as he walked. But there was one thing that absolutely everyone agreed on: the Yiling Patriarch could not possibly be from the Jiang Sect. Or: a Scarlet Pimpernel-inspired fix-it featuring Wei Wuxian in disguise, Lan Wangji determined to bring the nefarious Yiling Patriarch to justice, and the hijinks that ensue when you accidentally marry your greatest enemy/love of your life.

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Another fun and sexy fic built on misunderstandings but I love the tone of this one! There's a lot of heart in this fic along with some real world issues along with just lots of wwx love, which makes this fic something i reread again and again! @gentil-minou

With No Particular Affection

by Chrononautical (@chrononautintraining)

E, 92k, Wangxian

Summary: A prominent physicist and professor, Wei Ying has built a life for himself in Chicago. He's safe, he's happy, and he has plans for his future. Unfortunately, those plans are derailed the moment he finds out his brother is in trouble. To save the family business, it will have to be Wei Ying's life on the line. He has to marry his old high school crush, Lan Zhan.

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wangxian exploring their sexuality while getting to act their age in cloud recesses is such a wonderful premise, and I love the way this fic lets them not being good at it. Also the little excerpts from the book throughout were such fun and always made me giggle! @gentil-minou

Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures

by occultings (microcomets) (@microcomets)

E, 31k, Wangxian

Part of the good place server exchange 2023

Summary: Lan Wangji says, “I am also looking to . . . gain practical experience. It seemed mutually advantageous.” “Mutually advantageous,” Wei Wuxian echoes. “Wait. Do you mean I’d get to . . . ?” Lan Wangji stares at him. “Practice — on you?” Wei Wuxian finishes, his eyes round with disbelief. — During a shared summer studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian diligently pursue an informed sexual education. What could possibly be the harm in some mutual learning?

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the most heartbreaking, angsty, canon setting arranged marriage au i've read so far, in the best way. We get to see things from LWJ's pov and while his actions make sense, it's still so devastating as we watch WWX be affected by it all. The happy ending makes the hurt all the better too! @gentil-minou

💙 Concord

by Deastar (@youhideastar)

T, 41k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Lan Wangji hopes, somewhat frivolously, that his betrothed might find him an acceptable companion. Neither he nor Wei Wuxian are able to bear children, so there will be no need to share a marital bed; that should make it easier for the two of them to reach a natural, comfortable equilibrium. Two strings played in harmony: this is Lan Wangji’s quiet hope, as he arranges the Jingshi to accommodate a second inhabitant. Perhaps, he thinks, they might even become friends.

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MothXian and WitchJi!!!!! The art for this au is always so lovely, and this fic fits it perfectly! The author has this gorgeous, dreamy prose that really enhances the setting and the sweetness of wangxian in this is so beautiful. @gentil-minou

light a lantern (and guide me home)

by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (@xuanxuanwo)

T, 63k, Wangxian

Summary: At first, he thinks he’s caught a bird; it’s the size of one of his palms and wrapped fully in damp feathers. As he shuffles toward the beam of light that streams through the open window, he wonders how it managed to fly into his lantern, shut the door, and latch it against the wild gales of the wind. Then, he takes a closer look, thumbing across its feathers, and realizes that they’re not feathers at all. They’re leaves. Startled, Lan Zhan shifts as gently as possible and, using the tip of his finger, parts them to reveal a body, complete with tiny limbs and a small face, all of it wrapped in the dress made from peony petals. “Oh,” Lan Zhan breathes softly, heart clenching. “Oh, what are you?” -- A thunderstorm brings tea master and herbalist Lan Zhan a companion he never knew he needed. A tale of love, loss, and letting go.

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Rockstar!WWX and Bookseller!LWJ and they are just the cutest. Notting Hill is a classic romcom and this fic fits the romcom vibe perfectly. @gentil-minou

When the Lights Come Up

by brooklinegirl

E, 50k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan's brother draws to a halt next to him, staring at the man on the other side of the counter. "Oh, it is you, isn't it?" The man, still propped against the counter on his elbow, gives Lan Huan a grin, then directs it at Lan Zhan again. "I don't know," he says. "Is it? Am I?" "You are." Lan Huan is hurrying around to the other side of the counter, a wide smile on his face, while Lan Zhan looks on, feeling more and more perplexed, like he's stepped into some alternate universe where absolutely nobody is making any sense at all. "Wei Wuxian! Lan Zhan, do you know who this is? It's Wei Wuxian!" Lan Huan is reaching for the man's hand, and he pushes himself lazily to standing, shaking Lan Huan's hand warmly. "In the flesh," he says. "You caught me." "My goodness." Lan Huan is staring at him like he's never seen a human being before in his life. "What on earth are you doing here, of all places?

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magical wangxian who adopt mo xuanyu in a setting that's written so vividly, the whole place comes alive! it's part of a larger series but it can be read alone, but most importantly the characters are so patient and kind with such great moments between them all @gentil-minou

quiet, blooming hours

by Sanguis (@bel-ennui)

T, 13k, Wangxian

Summary: Fingers push through the earth, and a long lost boy takes the first gasping breath of his second life. The house of buried things has a new surprise for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

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[traceyc-uk]

Hope you’re good, some Qs I get asked about my MC and thought I’d try share some bits because I’m not sure if I can answer some things.

This was the only attempt at making a student ID that failed spectacularly but I didn’t want to make stuff up for the sake of it and thought I share some development of how I started as it was always as small stories and being really REALLY obsessed drawing this character. (This notebook padded out since getting inspired more from the fandom)

Is fair @dat-silvers-girl as I don’t make a big point of it 😅. My only explanation for the namelessness is this always started as small stories first and He was like a Link in BotW sort of character

Ah @faustinio27 🫂! I think He’s developed more characteristics since drawing in the fandom😅 One thing I like the idea of is if in Ravenclaw he shares the bunk with Amit 💙 another one is the grey cat I’ve introduced is based off a rl kitty who’s a bit of a bully but has the most nicest smelling fuzzy fur

It doesn’t belong to him but they have an understanding

TYSM to the anons and @the-kcm-muggleborn who sent the most sweetest messages about my postings, still not sure if I’ve been able to explain much but is ultimately anything that entertains me and if anyone else enjoys it, great. I found a drawing I never posted and thought it quite cute with ruffled hair

*Edit*

No, is my username and I wouldn’t want to taint him with that

[yawujin]

hiiiiiiiiiii

since it's almost december that got me thinking

my home country sometimes has inches of snow and my mother told me during her college years sometimes they had to shut down school becouse students could not leave their houses........so......

Do you have any headcanons for Russia, Canada, Norway, Denmark and Finland getting snowed in with their partner (assuming they live together with reader or that their visiting) like what would they do to pass the time? hot milk? cuddling under a thick blanket🤭

love your blog and hope you have a happy december!!!!! 💙💙💙

{ request } snowed in with the hetalia men ❄️

type | snowed in trope , cute , lighthearted , platonic relationship , romantic relationship , scenario format , imagine format , they/them pronouns used

author's note* getting this posted before december is over !! sorry that it took so long anon...hope this month treated you well, and if it didn't─i hope this makes it just a little bit better!

russia/ivan braginski ♡

he is quite used to the heavy snow, so this type of weather doesn't bother him in the slightest

he'll invite them to watch the snowfall outside as he rests his elbow on the windowsill, chin in his hand

he's quietly reminiscing about all those times he spent running around in snowy forests and sliding across icy, frozen over lakes as child (not without falling down a couple of times, of course)

it'll take a while for this snow to melt anyway...why not get comfortable next to him and listen to all the bittersweet recollections of his childhood memories?

canada/matthieu williams ♡

being snowed in leaves you with a lot of time on your hands

canada takes this as an opportunity to make some mini pancakes, cover them with warm maple syrup and serve it with hot cocoa

the food is good and helps warm up their bodies...but it leaves the two feeling punchy

canada (shyly) makes an offer to share a blanket while sitting on the sofa together

their shared bodyheat makes it hard to resist sleep; soon, the two of them drift off while the snow starts falling again outside

(taking a nap together can be considered a date!!! >_<)

norway/lukas bondevik ♡

he does what he can to pass the time, doing what he usually does on a day to day basis

reading magazines , books and, random articles he found on the internet

norway feels like a lifetime will pass before the two can step outside again

they offer to do something he doesn't regularly do; play a board game

feeling this unusual sense of listlessness due to spending a full afternoon indoors, norway becomes determined to win a round in this board game

(not so) surprisingl, he finds it fun─and time flies when you're having fun

denmark/matthias køhler ♡

he finds himself pacing around their house, looking for something, anything, to do!

he snacks out of boredom sometimes, but since it's so cold out, he'd prefer to eat something hot

even eating has become boring for him

denmark goes to them for something to do, asking silly questions to help pass the time

feeling bold, matthias asks them for a kiss

...and like the weather outside, once it starts, it's hard to stop

a simple kiss turns into the two making out. (that's one way to kill time 🫣)

finland/timo väinämöinen ♡

being snowed in with finland can be kind of fun

he gets a little a worried in the beginning, expressing his concerns on how long the weather will last and how it will affect the food supply

that is, until he remembers he can hunt and he can handle snowy climates (no matter how harsh they may be)

he's a natural born storyteller, making up things in his head in an instant

sometimes, he'll tell them a story that sounds so fake but then reveal that it really happened

this skill of his takes both of their minds off of the fact that they are snowed in

he kindly gives them his winter coat to wear as he recalls the time he had to become santa claus one year during christmas

[kindahoping4forever]

I miss your fics. I hope you’re doing well tho

I appreciate this, thank you 🥹

For the record, I miss my fics too! This unofficial hiatus has been out of necessity rather than choice, and I can honestly say there hasn't been a day where I don't fantasize about A Grand Return. 💙

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Rules:

(Rules may change as time goes on so check often before you request!)

1: I am currently reading The Hidden Oracle so no spoilers please!

2: Only three characters max at a time please!

3: No smut!

4: One request per ask

5: Readers around the world will be limited to one character!

6: Cannon LGBTQ will either stay non binary reader or with their correct gender!

☀️ Fluff

🌧️ Angst

🌤️ Slight Angst

✨ Headcanons

⛈️ Trigger Warning

🌑 Platonic

❤️ Female Reader

💙 Male Reader

Anon list:  ✒

PJO Character.ai Bots:

Frank Zhang 🐻

Leo Valdez 🔥

Charles Beckendorf 💥

Percy Jackson 🌊

Jason Grace ⚡

Leo Valdez:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

Reader Sacrifices Themselves 🌧️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO April Fools Headcanons ✨

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

PJO Characters Reaction to Abused Reader (Platonic) 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Messenger Reader Punches Octavian ☀️

Reader Has a Prophesied Death 🌧️

Proposal Headcanons ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Frank and Leo Fighting Over Reader  🌤️

Poly Leo/Reader/Frank  ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed  ☀️

Twin Reader Meets Leo  ☀️🌑

Autistic Reader  ☀️

Child Of Apollo With Puppy Crush on Leo  ☀️

Daughter of Aphrodite x Leo  🌤️ ☀️

Leo Valdez x Modern!Reader x Percy Jackson  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️ 

Reader Disappears  🌤️⛈️

Complementive Reader (Platonic)  🌑 ☀️

Younger Sibling Reader Scared of The Dark  🌑 ☀️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)  ☀️ ✨

What Kind of Hugs They Give  🌑 ☀️

What Kind Of Friend They Are  🌑 ☀️

Leo Dating A Brazilian Reader  ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are  🌑 ☀️

Monster Reader Gets Discovered  ☀️

Filipino Reader  ☀️

Drunk Reader ☀️ ❤️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

They Get In A Fight And Reader Has A Panic Attack  🌧️ ⛈️

Polynesian Reader (Tongan) ☀️ ❤️

Reader Gets Betrayed by Their SO  🌧️ ⛈️

Powerful Reader Feared By Camp  ☀️

Dominican Reader (Leo)  ☀️

Frank Zhang:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

Reader Sacrifices Themselves 🌧️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO April Fools Headcanons ✨

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

Possessed Reader 🌤️

Reader Has a Prophesied Death 🌧️

Proposal Headcanons ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Frank and Leo Fighting Over Reader  🌤️

Poly Leo/Reader/Frank  ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed  ☀️

Former Kronos’ Soldier Reader 🌧️

Autistic Reader  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Asking Reader to Live in New Rome  ☀️

Reader Comes Back From the Dead  🌧️⛈️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)  ☀️ ✨

What Kind Of Dad They Are  🌑 ☀️

Deaf/HOH Reader  ☀️

Male Reader Being Frank’s Bi Awakening  ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Filipino Reader  ☀️

Russian/German Reader  ☀️

Frank Zhang x Dominican reader ☀️

Percy Jackson:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

Reader Sacrifices Themselves 🌧️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO April Fools Headcanons ✨

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

PJO Characters Reaction to Abused Reader (Platonic) 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Ex-Reader Saves the Boys (1) 🌤️

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest (2)  🌤️

Percy Waits For Ex-Reader to Return (3)  ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Step Sister Reader Struggles With Substance Issues 🌤️ ⛈️ 🌑

Child of Neptune Reader Meets Percy (Platonic)  ☀️ 🌑

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed  ☀️

Former Kronos’ Soldier Reader 🌧️

Sibling Reader Calls For Help  🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Leo Valdez x Modern!Reader x Percy Jackson  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Pessimistic Reader About the Gods  ☀️ ⛈️

Modern World Reader Helps Beat Kronos  🌤️

Complementive Reader (Platonic)  🌑 ☀️

Percy Protects Half-Sibling Reader  🌑 🌤️

Reader Thought Dead After Losing Limb  🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)  ☀️ ✨

What Kind of Hugs They Give  🌑 ☀️

What Kind Of Friend They Are  🌑 ☀️

Deaf/Hard Of Hearing Reader ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are  🌑 ☀️

French Reader (Romantic)  ☀️

Drunk Reader ❤️☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Percy Meets The Only Son Of Ares ☀️

They Get In A Fight And Reader Has A Panic Attack  🌧️ ⛈️

Snuggling Reader’s Chest  ❤️ ☀️

Percy x Electric Guitar Player Reader  ❤️ ☀️

Percy x gn! S/o who listens to Melanie Martinez  ☀️

Reader Gets Betrayed by Their SO  🌧️ ⛈️

Belmont Reader 

Powerful Reader Feared By Camp  ☀️

Percy & Younger Sister With Nightmares  🌑 ☀️

Poly Percabeth x Touch Starved Reader  ☀️

Annabeth Chase:

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PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Best Friend With Annabeth HC’s ☀️

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO Characters Reaction to Abused Reader (Platonic) 🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

Proposal Headcanons ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Reader’s Cat Hates Them  ☀️

Sibling Reader Calls For Help  🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Reader Disappears  🌤️ ⛈️

Parental Figure Reader  🌑 ☀️

French Reader (Romantic)  ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Indian Reader  ☀️

Poly Percabeth x Touch Starved Reader  ☀️

Hazel Levesque:

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PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Possessed Reader 🌤️

Reader Has a Prophesied Death 🌧️

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Former Kronos’ Soldier Reader 🌧️

Hazel With Female Reader  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Asking Reader to Live in New Rome  ☀️

Parental Figure Reader  🌑 ☀️

Complementive Reader (Platonic)  🌑 ☀️

Reader Sings Them a Lullaby  ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Jason Grace:

(art credit)

PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

PJO Boys Helping With Reader’s Period ☀️

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

Ex-Reader Saves the Boys (1) 🌤️

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest (2)  🌤️

Possessed Reader 🌤️

Messenger Reader Punches Octavian ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Step Sister Reader Struggles With Substance Issues 🌤️ ⛈️ 🌑

Reader’s Cat Hates Them  ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Reader Disappears  🌤️ ⛈️

Pessimistic Reader About the Gods  ☀️ ⛈️

Reader Comes Home From a Long Quest ☀️

Jason Returns Back To Camp With No Memories of Reader  🌧️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)  ☀️ ✨

Deaf/Hard Of Hearing Reader ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are  🌑 ☀️

Jason x Daughter Of Poseidon Reader  ☀️

Monster Reader Gets Discovered  ☀️

Drunk Reader (Fem)  ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

They Get In A Fight And Reader Has A Panic Attack  🌧️ ⛈️

Mortal Reader  ☀️

Jason Breaks Up With Reader  🌧️

Reader Gets Betrayed by Their SO  🌧️ ⛈️

Jason x Turkish Reader  ☀️

Powerful Reader Feared By Camp  ☀️

Jason x Eldest Hades Kid Reader  ☀️ ✨

Jason Remembers Ex!Reader  🌧️ ⛈️

Dating Jason Grace  ☀️

Piper Mclean:

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PJO characters realizing they have a crush ☀️

PJO Cuddle Headcanons ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Betrays Them 🌧️

Reader Betrays Them Part 2 (2) 🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date ☀️

Messenger Reader Punches Octavian ☀️

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Reader’s Cat Hates Them  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Reader Comes Back From the Dead  🌧️⛈️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Monster Eater Reader  🌧️⛈️

Belmont Reader

Nico Di Angelo:

(Art Credit)

Ex-Reader Saves the Boys (1) 🌤️

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest (2)  🌤️

Reyna Secret Dating + Nico Accepting Himself ☀️ ✨

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

PJO Boys Having to Share a Bed  ☀️

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson)  ☀️

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson) part 2  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Parental Figure Reader  🌑 ☀️

Reader Thought Dead After Losing Limb  🌧️ ⛈️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)  ☀️ ✨

What Kind Of Dad They Are  🌑 ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Child of Hades Reader  🌑 ☀️

Snuggling Reader’s Chest  💙☀️

Solangelo (Ftm Will) x Ftm!Reader  💙☀️

Will Solace & Nico di Angelo x Necromancer!Reader  🌤️

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano:

(Art Credit)

Reyna Secret Dating + Nico Accepting Himself ☀️ ✨

Helping Reader With Insomnia  ☀️

Autistic Reader  ☀️

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Asking Reader to Live in New Rome  ☀️

Reader Comes Back From the Dead  🌧️⛈️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Reader Sings Them a Lullaby  ☀️

Deaf/Hard Of Hearing Reader ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Monster Eater Reader  🌧️⛈️

Indian Reader  ☀️

Belmont Reader

Will Solace:

(Art Credit)

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson)  ☀️

poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson) part 2  ☀️

Sibling Reader Calls For Help  🌧️ ⛈️ 🌑

PJO Characters Reacting to “I Love You”  ☀️

Pessimistic Reader About the Gods  ☀️ ⛈️

PJO Favorite Musical Headcanons ✨

Modern World Reader Helps Beat Kronos  🌤️

Younger Sibling Reader Scared of The Dark  🌑 ☀️

Reader Thought Dead After Losing Limb  🌧️ ⛈️

Will Comforts Overwhelmed Reader  🌑 ☀️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)  ☀️ ✨

Reader Sings Them a Lullaby  ☀️

What Kind Of Dad They Are  🌑 ☀️

French Reader  🌑 ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Will Solace x Suicidal Reader 🌤️  ⛈️

Snuggling Reader’s Chest ❤️ ☀️

Will & Child of Apollo Reader Getting Ready For Quest  🌑 ☀️

Solangelo (Ftm Will) x Ftm!Reader  💙☀️

Will Solace & Nico di Angelo x Necromancer!Reader  🌤️

Grover Underwood:

(Art Credit)

Modern World Reader Helps Beat Kronos  🌤️

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)  ☀️ ✨

What Kind Of Dad They Are  🌑 ☀️

Monster Reader Gets Discovered  ☀️

PJO Characters Jobs 🌑 ✨

Monster Eater Reader  🌧️⛈️

Readers From Around The World

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((Fair warning I am a dumb American but I did my best!  🫡🥲))

French Reader (Leo) 🌑 ☀️

Indian Reader (Annabeth, Reyna) ☀️

French Reader (Annabeth, Percy)  ☀️

Filipino Reader (Leo/ Frank)  ☀️

Leo Dating A Brazilian Reader  (Leo) ☀️

Russian/German Reader (Frank) ☀️

Polynesian Reader (Tongan)(Leo) ❤️ ☀️

Turkish Reader (Jason)  ☀️

Dominican Reader (Leo)  ☀️

Frank Zhang x Dominican reader (Frank)☀️

~Fanart~

Death Siblings Reaction to Cats

Percy x Annabeth + Leo

Frank and Leo Archery Practice Mess Up

Percabeth Lake Day

The Lightning Thief Background

PJO Punk Tactics Animation

~Misc~

Icon Credit

Background Credit

[elitadream]

Going anon for this one because I was feeling embarrassed but I also gotta know-- How did you manage to leave the Mario fandom? You seemed really passionate about it, and your posts were some of the best I've seen and read. What made you able to stop and focus on other things? Asking because as a small writer I kinda wanna do the same but I fear losing the few followers I have, so I feel stuck.

Do you have any advice for me?

Hi. ☺️ Thanks for reaching out!

While I wouldn't say I entirely left the Mario fandom (as I still have a genuine fondness for the games and part of the lore), I did let go of it quite a bit as an artist and I appreciate that you sought my perspective on what is a rather complex and delicate issue. 🤲

Fanwork and involvement in itself can be really fun and quite harmless when done right, but there are three things that I believe should always be kept in mind when participating more actively:

1- You are not getting paid for what you do. A vast majority of creators online receive absolutely no compensation for their contribution, and those that do usually obtain it strictly through commissions. For the most part, it's hours of hard work spent creating and then sharing content for free. And while this isn't inherently problematic per say, it's important to never lose sight of what your efforts go into and in what way it benefits you (or not).

2- There are thousands upon thousands of communities out there, for nearly every subject imaginable. The one(s) you're currently focusing on may mean the world to you right now, but that could very well change tomorrow, or next year. My point being: it's nice to have a notable passion towards something, but I don't think we should let it reach a point where it takes up all the room and seeps into our every waking thought. Being open to discovering and learning about other things can be an eye-opening experience, and having different interests is very good for the mind.

3- Views and likes don't matter at the end of the day. They really, truly don't. They won't make a significant impact in your life nor bring anything substantial to the table. Essentially, it all circles back to why you're creating something and who you're making it for. Having followers can be very exciting and uplifting for sure... But it shouldn't be your sole motivation for staying in a fandom, because chances are this will make you very unhappy longterm. If you want to draw or write about something, please do it for yourself above all. It's the only lasting way you'll get a genuine sense of joy and gratification out of it, trust me.

As far as the online experience goes, I consider friends and enthusiastic exchanges about common interests to be THE ultimate purpose of any community. Not fanwork. Not the followers count. Only good vibes. And the greatest thing about this is, the close friends you make will stay with you no matter what you choose to focus on next, I can assure you that. 💫💙

[azsazz]

Lean into Me

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: I’m begging you to write for Ruhn or Ithan from CC (After all Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty 😏)

Warnings: Not really any spoilers for CC I don't think...but plz mention anything you see 💙

Word Count: 1,080

Notes: Trying something new here, hopefully you like!

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Ruhn hasn’t moved in an hour.

An hour since your inebriated self had collapsed on the crowded couch next to him and cuddled up into his side, eyes bright with the drink nearly sloshing over the rim of your cup and onto his shirt. Ruhn didn’t care if it did, he’s wearing all black for fucks sake, but he had taken it from you nonetheless, heart fluttering in his chest when your lower lip jutted out in a pout. He wanted so badly to lean forward and nip at it, suck it into his own mouth and run his piercing against it to see your reaction.

Instead, he’d smirked, settled back into the couch, brushing your hair from your face when you placed your head on his shoulder, kicking a thick boot onto the coffee table littered with pipes and butts and tins of mirthroot. The air inside his home is thick with it, and the familiar scent he inhales deeply helps to calm his racing heart down.

Until you’re nuzzling into his neck. Dec and Flynn snicker from their spots in the surrounding chairs, passing a thick roll of the drug shaped in an intricately formed dragon around the smoke circle. The head of the dragon is lit and Dec takes a long drag inwards from its tail, holding it deep in his chest while he passes the blunt to Flynn, before exhaling the smoke Ruhn’s direction in rings, which the fae male bats away with a glare.

“What?” Dec grins wolfishly, the whites of his eyes red and lids lowered blissfully over amber eyes. Flynn chokes, waving the greedy hand reaching out for the drug as he falls into a fit of coughs. “Just giving you a little smokey confidence.”

Ruhn rolls his eyes but the hair on the back of his neck stands as your lips part and you release a soft sigh that feels oh-so right against his skin. Your eyes have drooped closed and your body leans heavily into his side, utterly comfortable with falling asleep at his parties if he’s the one looking after you. You trust Ruhn with your life, with more if you ever mustered the courage to tell him how you really feel.

Flynn’s voice is nothing but a rasp as he joins in the teasing, “He’s gonna need much more than that, Dec. He hasn’t made a move in years, what makes you think he’s going to now?” 

The glare Ruhn sends his asshole friends doesn’t faze them in the slightest. His fingers tighten on the cup he’d taken from you, and the plastic will be crushed if he doesn’t calm down. Ruhn drains the contents with a grimace. Whoever had made you this drink had been more intent on getting you drunk than it actually tasting good, which, he could admit, was pretty much the point of his parties anyways.

“Don’t know what he’s been waiting for,” Declan replies, and are they still not over this yet? “Clearly she’s into you.”

Ruhn glances down at you to make sure you’re still asleep. Your fingers are clutching his arm, so close to where the skin is fucked and covered with ink. You don’t know, no one really knows why he has them, but he thinks that if you ask, he’d find himself telling you.

Are you into him though? You’ve been toeing the line of more than friends for years–flirty jokes and the occasional drunk touches, but neither of you had let it go further than that, burying your feelings deeply inside yourself so as not to ruin the friendship you share.

Ruhn’s a playboy. Always fucking this fae or that shifter, he hadn’t been ready to settle into a more exclusive relationship and you were never bothered by it, it was just the way that it was; their faces his strong hands would be cradling, his long, dark hair they’d tug on, his piercing they felt whenever he’d put those plush pink lips to work.

You’re way too good for him. He’d fucking ruin you in more ways than one.

“Fuck off,” he growls, tossing the empty cup their way. Their movements are sluggish from the mirthroot and it hits Flynn in the chest, droplets of leftover booze speckling his shirt and face like the freckles smattering his cheeks.

“Can smell it from here,” Flynn scrunches his nose. He’s clearly not sensing the tone in Ruhn’s voice, even Dec slaps the fae male on the arm in warning.

Ruhn’s had enough. One hand hooks under your knees, the other supporting your back as he lifts you into his arms with ease. It’s a gentle motion, one that has you rousing only slightly, to wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle further into him, setting his heartbeat racing once more.

He leaves his roommates at the circle, ignoring their parting catcalls because they’re free to do so now that his hands are full. They know that Ruhn wouldn’t dare drop you to come at them, you’re much too important to him than that.

“C’mon Deer,” he whispers against your temple as you part, headed up the stairs towards his room where the music isn’t so loud and you can be alone. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Deer, because you’d accidentally walked in on him and a deer shifter once upon a blue moon. It had started off as a joke and stuck, both of you using it as a term of endearment to make the other smile. Now, it has a different meaning to Ruhn, because he wishes that it had been you instead.

You hum softly, and he can barely pick it up over the pounding bass that’s rattling the walls, even with his fae hearing. “I like the sound of your heartbeat.”

His chest rumbles with laughter and you can’t help but smile along with him. You’re tired, but you force your eyes open to look at him as he chuckles, his smile your favorite thing in the world. 

And just as you thought, he takes your breath away. Ruhn is already looking down at you, the deep blues of his eyes sparkling with enjoyment. His smile stretches wide and your gaze brushes over that lip ring because you just can’t help yourself this time. 

“Perfect,” he breathes, taking you in.

You haven’t heard his admission over the loud music. “What?”

Ruhn answers, loud enough for you to hear, to feel it in your bones. “You’re perfect.”

[dontbelasagnax]

Hiii! I hope you're having a great day 😃 I love your blog, you were one of the first I followed when I joined the Star Wars fandom last year. I've recently started reading more fanfic as well, but the vast amount is a bit overwhelming. Would you happen to have any recommendations for me? I'm open to reading anything and any/all ships. I guess I'm very interested on reading more about the clones and/or about Mandalorian culture, maybe about the clones & Jedi, or about Jedi/Mandalorian relationships (as a culture not necessarily as ships I mean). Also if you have any time travel or social media fics recommendations I always especially enjoy those. Feel free to ignore this ask entirely, or to ignore what I say and just point me towards your favourites or your recent reads or whatever you would like to share. Thank you! 💙

Hello!! Thank you!!! I hope you're having a great day too!!! I am flattered you've thought to ask me but I am perhaps not the best fit to give you fic recs haha!! I'm extremely picky and pretty much the only Star Wars fics I read are codywan- ones that are sweet (optionally also smutty), usually short, and have a very particular vibe.

I really only have one fic rec for you: come down from your mountain by @stormwarnings

Author's summary:

Fox finally settles on something close enough to all of those, but just a step to the right. “Are they usually like that? Unnerving?"

“Always,” Gree says, those eyes that never miss a single detail. “Every single one of them.”

(Seven clone commanders gathering for a drink, and their reflections on war, love, and Jedi.)

That's obviously not an adequate amount of recs so I need to outsource. Anyone reading this, please reblog or comment with a link to your favorite fic(s) that fit anon's needs!!

I know I could just send you my faves, unrelated to what you asked for, as you said I could... but it disgruntles me when I ask for recs for a specific thing I'm craving and none of the recs hit the spot so I don't want to knowingly do that to you haha

(Anon, if would like to research Mandalorian and clone lore, @fox-trot does great lore posts)

(also @ficfinder-general your help in reblogging this would be much appreciated!)

[stateswscarlet]

a mini success as I fulfill all my desires 💙

I’ve been struggling with LOA and focusing on source. Your account, and Edward Art’s series, has been such a lovely resource in understanding Neville’s teachings. I want to share a mini success. I embodied the state by simply declaring to myself that I had what I wanted, then asking myself how it felt to have what I want. No affirmations, no visualizing, I simply let my body feel the calmness and relief of having my desires. My mom went Black Friday shopping a few days ago to get her coworkers some Christmas goodies. I imagined my mom also getting something for me. Didn’t specify what it was, just decided for myself that she got me something. She came home several hours with all of her things but said nothing. For a moment I felt anxious remembering how I had “fulfilled” myself earlier for such a simple thing and worried that it “didn’t work.” I decided not to engage with those thoughts and let them be. I already got what I wanted, so why be disappointed in the 3D? The next day we do laundry together and I go to clean my room. She comes to my room a few minutes later with a dark blue coat and says “here put this in your closet”. Now I have a pretty coat to wear on my winter walks! I’m going to continue to fulfill my desires (both small and “big”) and continue to build faith and knowing that it’s mine.

love this!! ty anon <3