#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!

[babybearnation]

old masterlist

anons: 🍑, 💙, 🐍, 🎩, 📞, 🥐, 🃏, 🦊, C, 🥡, 🐜, 🔒, 🍬, 🐨, 💘, 🥄, 💫, 🥔, くコ:彡, 🐥, ♉, 🏎🌷

the grid:

you got me feelin' butterflies, butterflies - asking you on a date

darling, you're the one i want - you wear a number that isn't theirs

your first and my last name would just sound better together - you call them by their full name

cause you make my heart race - they accidentally confess their feelings

i had the best day with you today - you surprise them with a pet

king of my heart, body and soul - they win a race

oh, dear, don't be discouraged - they find out you're crying

hey baby, welcome to my world - arthur, liam & mick's texts for the posts above

you drew stars around my scars - you're insecure about your surgery scars

you're the greatest thing we've lost - they confess after you get replaced mid season

you belong with me - they're jealous of your toxic ex

jealousy, jealousy - you get shipped with another driver & their jealous

silence finally in my head - you give them the silent treatment

you are in love, true love - you have a crush on their teammate

give me more than just some butterflies - you text them the lyrics to juno by sabrina carpenter

twenty stitches in a hospital room - you crash and don't tell them

this is the sound, it's our sound - you're a musician

so light me up and let me burn - you do a break up prank

on a wednesday in a cafe - you prank them with a fake date

come take a picture - you accidentally send them an explicit picture

you're everything i'm dreaming of - you accidentally confess to them

must be the good boy - you call them a good boy

you don't need no invitation - "he's gone, you can come over now"

i'm so sick (of lying) - you hide that you're sick

it was the very first night - you accidentally text them after a night together

cherish my love - you text them after your first date

hey baby, i think i wanna marry you - they overhear you call them your husband

when you lovingly call my name - you exchange contact names

just look at me baby, day and night - you ask them to come home and take care of you

you're wearing nothing but my t-shirt - you send them a spicy pic at an inconvenient time

runnin' home to your sweet nothings - cute, domestic texts

talk to you later, later - you call him bro after sex

but daddy, i love him - you call him daddy

so kiss me, kiss me, kiss me - you forget to kiss him before you go out

oh, i wonder who i'm looking for - "they're busy, bro"

i miss you, i'm sorry - they miss you when you're away

i've already lost control - you ask if you can take control in the bedroom

the pages of our relationship arc - you try and break up with them due to insecurities

i wanna know (what is love?) - you don't say i love you back

baby, so please, cheat on me - they pull the "i know you cheated" prank

good luck, baby, good luck to you - you don't wish them good luck before a race

am i still not good enough? - you ask them to save you from a bad date

i need ya focus on me - they accidentally send you an explicit picture

that pretty, pretty boy - you're dysphoric

uh oh, i'm falling in love - you share when you first fell for each other

money, money, money (must be funny) - your rent is ridiculously expensive

i'm coming out - you come out without telling them

i'm lying so i won't get caught - he hides that he's sick

can you see my feeling? (oopsy) - polyam!drivers accidentally message the wrong gc

i love it because i love you - he talks about you in his native language

privacy sign on the door - your relationship is about to be leaked

i want you to be happier - polyam!drivers - one of you isn't feeling the best

spice it up, up, up, roll up - drivers x genderfluid!reader

pull it to the side and get all up in it - "raw, next question"

you're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin' - you walk in on each other changing

i will give you all my love - polyam!drivers nearly/fully ruin their surprise

now i've read all of the books beside your bed - you're a bookworm

think i like you best when you're just with me - you're trying to quit smoking

act like an angel and dress like crazy - you show them your revealing outfit

alex albon:

nothing yet...

arthur leclerc:

baby, i don't wanna waste my time - your relationship isn't over already, is it?

charles leclerc:

ride on the highway to heaven - texts w/ biker reader

i love the light that i found in you - charles x reader x oscar

guess i'll just stumble on home to my cats - lestappen x reader - they argue over pets

take me out, and take me home - charles x reader x george - domestic texts

dino beganovic:

cause, oh, they make me feel alive - dino x reader x kimi x paul

george russell:

i'll give you the best years - george x reader x oscar (ft. bff!lando)

take me out, and take me home - george x reader x charles - domestic texts

zhou guanyu:

nothing yet...

kimi antonelli:

cause, oh, they make me feel alive - kimi x reader x dino x paul

i looked at you like the stars that shine - kimi x reader x ollie

you said "i'm a better driver" - kimi x f1 driver!reader x ollie

take me out, and take me home - kimi x reader x ollie - domestic texts

i feel so close to you right now - he's clingy, but you're not together

hey, cupid has shot my heart - ollie plays matchmaker

lance stroll:

boy, you got me drunk on a feeling - he accidentally drinks your drink

lando norris:

they don't know me like my baby - lando x reader x max

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain - landoscar x reader - they argue due to papaya rules

he said "fuck me like i'm famous" - landoscar x reader - end of/post-season shenanigans

tell me what you want, tell me what you need - he's jealous (ft. max f, keegan & oscar)

liam lawson:

nothing yet...

logan sargeant:

long live the walls we crashed through - loscar x reader - you're the 2023 rookies

max verstappen:

they don't know me like my baby - max x reader x lando

guess i'll just stumble on home to my cats - lestappen x reader - they argue over pets

mick schumacher:

nothing yet...

ollie bearman:

i looked at you like the stars that shine - ollie x reader x kimi

you said "i'm a better driver" - ollie x f1 driver!reader x kimi

take me out, and take me home - ollie x reader x kimi - domestic texts

oscar piastri:

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain - landoscar x reader - they argue due to papaya rules

i'll give you the best years - oscar x reader x george (ft. bff!lando)

i love the light that i found in you - oscar x reader x charles

driving home for christmas - you're spending christmas alone... or are you?

he said "fuck me like i'm famous" - landoscar x reader - end of/post-season shenanigans

long live the walls we crashed through - loscar x reader - you're the 2023 rookies

paul aron:

cause, oh, they make me feel alive - paul x reader x dino x kimi

seasons start to change, i've been daydreaming for days - you're oblivious to his feelings

the code is l-o-v-e - paul x reader

cause i've got a soft spot (i've got it for you) - you don't play favourites, but with paul...

pierre gasly:

nothing yet...

yuki tsunoda:

nothing yet...

formula e:

in the heat of your electric touch - it's his first formula e weekend (zm22)

miscellaneous:

three short hours (three long weeks) - you can't sleep without each other (fc43)

give you my love, mi corazón - josep maria martí x reader

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@lyninabin - ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ

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My hobbies are Sketching, cooking and dancing, reading thriller books and there are various many.

I favourite anime is Naruto and Bleach and favourite BL anime is Sasaki & Miyano.

Heaven's official blessing is my top favourite at the moment.

I hope to make good friends here.

I love photography and editing videos and listening to audios.

I probably believe in love at first sight and destiny.

If you share my these interest with me then feel free to DM me.

Don't share any videos or photos in the DM. You will be blocked and reported by me. No inappropriate messages or photos.

Be nice to me and I will nicer to you. Be sweet to me and I will sweeter. Make me laugh and I will make you laugh harder.

Please be hydrated and get your sleep. Drink water. Sleep well. Never stress over petty things. Don't let anything affect you. YOU GO AHEAD!.

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Feel free to ASKS and I would love to answer any of you.

I seem innocent but I ain't innocent. Just really cheeky and flirty.

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[jewish-vents]

Submission by Anon:

Hiii fellow sisters. October 7th, like millions of Jews around the world, changed my life. And i have been so disappointed at non-Jews for dismissing how Jews are feeling after the biggest massacre that occurred since last century. Telling us they are "anti-zionists, not antisemites", that we are wrong to be so-called "paranoid" about antisemitism. I have a friend telling me "how can we know you're a Jew ? you look white compared to Arabs, Latinos who has to hide their identities!" Excuse me ? --  I really wanted to share one of the scariest experience regarding antisemitism that happened to me this last month. In a Uber, in FRANCE. 

So I had this job interview in the morning at 10, and decided to take a Uber to arrive sooner to this very important interview. Just wanted to know that I was wearing a tiny gold Magen david necklace, but nothing extravagant. The driver didn't noticed first. He took me in, and started immediately interrogating me to know "where I came from". He kept asking "Arab?" I said "No" - "Algerian ?" I said "No." "Italian ? Portuguese ? What ?"

I'm a Moroccan Jew, I have dark hair, brown eyes, and olive skin so perhaps he thought he was legitimate to ask me those questions but he wasn't. He made me uncomfortable. He then started to ask me about my RELIGION. And I was really not okay, I was like my G-d, how is he going to react ? He said "Are you Muslim ? Do you like Quran?" and I said "No, I've never read the Quran" , he told me "You should, it's the truth" I stayed silent. He then told me about his life in Algeria growing up, and how he was proud that Algeria fights the Jews and Israelis. I didn't have a mirror on me but I know I was pale as f*ck and not feeling well for my safety suddenly. 

He proceeded to ask me "So.. you're a Christian ?" and I said "No, i'm not." -- He laughed and said "So what, you don't believe in G-d? Hmm ?"  And I said "No, I'm Jewish." He became LIVID. And went completely SILENT. We were on the highway, he started to drive so fast and overtook a lot of cars, I thought we were going to have an accident. He braked violently and pulled over to the side of the highway. He got out of the car and I thought "my G-d he is going to k!ll me there?" my whole body could felt the adrenaline rushing and I swear I was ready to fight for my life. He opened the door and told me to get out before he would "break my mouth in half". I got out and he drive away. I wanted to report his profile but he blocked me and I couldn't reach his profile anymore. I was so angry. I ended up abandoned at the side of the highway, took another Uber and arrived 35 minutes late (I didn't get the job because of it). To this day, I'm traumatized : I always make up a fake identity in my head before taking a Uber just in case, lie to strangers about myself because "you never know", think twice or more about taking a Uber even with friends, and think about how this Algerian man got away with it. France is so unsafe for Jews. PERIOD. 

Antisemitism is brutal, violent and can happen to any Jew. Any day or every day. Don't gaslight us. Support us. 🤍💙

[whysoblue2]

You said your Kallamar is unlikely to have kids but how would he be as a father if it ever did end up happening? I feel like he'd be the type to spoil his kids rotten and think they're absolutely perfect

When I got this ask, I didn't think to answer with a completely new AU, but apparently, there is no restraint to my delirious ramblings so... Thank you Anon for the ask, and enjoy this journey with me.

In another Life

In the vast infinity of the Multiverse, there is one in which things turned quite differently from what we know. In this universe, Bishop Kallamar, upon listening to Shamura's plan to bind Narinder, grew a spine and refused outright to help the sibling in their horrid rituals. Seeing their brother standing against the plan so fiercely convinced Heket and Leshy to refuse so that Narinder would never be bound. Shamura upon witnessing the ultimate betrayal from his family, isolated themselves and refused to interact with Kallamar or the others for a thousand years. With no War infesting the world with their presence, Kallamar returned to being the Bishop of Healing and Health he was always meant to be, and his cult thrived and flourished as did his happiness.

The arrival of his children was the greatest celebration the lands had ever seen. They were sacred and spoiled, little gods in their own rights, they could never do wrong and it's been said that the only illness and pestilence ever seen after their birth would manifest only when they were unhappy. Then Kallamar made his first mistake. He loved his family with all his heart and while his brothers and sister were always by his side, he missed Shamura dearly. So much so that he decided that after 1000 years apart, it would be time to restore the bond lost in madness.

Dearest sibling, I write to you with love as my only guide, letting it drive the ink on this parchment in the hope of mending the bond we so tragically severed. The hands you once trained to wield weapons and slay gods now hold something far more precious: your nieces and nephews. They would be overjoyed to meet you, and though I know you’ve always disapproved of my lifestyle, I truly believe their smiles have the power to lighten even the heaviest heart. I long for you to share in this happiness. With this letter, I extend a bridge across the chasm between us and warmly invite you into my home. Yours always, Kallamar

Shamura did go to Anchordeep and met their nieces and nephews. But Kallamar couldn't fathom how deep his sibling's folly was rooted in their heart after the betrayal, as they spent so long in self-isolation, chained by hatred against his younger brother's defiance.

So they smiled and played with the children, they joked and laughed along with them and then slayed them all. Kallamar killed Shamura tearing their head off with his bare hands, and the world suddenly plunged into a dark age where pestilence wiped entire civilizations indiscriminately in a matter of weeks. Including his brothers' and sisters' cults. That's when Narinder, driven by despair, offered to bring the children back using the forbidden knowledge Shamura denied him. Of course, Kallamar accepted eagerly, whatever it took to bring them back.

That was the second mistake. The balance of Life and Death was broken forever, and the prophecy came to pass, in the end. But Kallamar protected the children until his very last breath, hiding them where Death could never find them.

The End

In a few words, Kallamar would literally break the world for his children. I hope this whole ass thing answers your ask, Anon! Thank you 💙 PS: This is the first attempt at Bishop Design, how does it look? Lemme know!

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You’ll find a lot of mid and plus-sized female protagonists in my writing because, frankly, there aren’t enough of them in the romance space, and I’m here to fix that. I love crafting characters who feel real—flaws, insecurities, and all—because everyone deserves to see themselves in the stories they love.

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[sashi-ya]

𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆. barista! ulquiorra cifer x f! reader. nsfw

request: Ulquiorra and fem!Reader "discovering" each other, the way innocent creatures do. They're both completely inexperienced and try making their way around each other, at times she's too yielding, maybe he's somewhat forceful (in the "isn't this what I'm supposed to be doing?" kind of way), being completely mesmerised by her foreign to him self (maybe only half aware of that). Cute and a little bit dark ("you've forfeited your right to belong to another. you have given yourself to me, and must accept the consequences of your foolish action." or something emo like that lol). Bonus points for ONNA, but I'll understand if you skip it ;) Thank you for filling whichever one, or just for reading <3 a/n: hi anon! of course love!! it's a little long but I love to write for Ulqui so I hope you enjoy 💙 tw: +18 mdni. first time together. discovering each other. oral g/r. masturbating g/r. romantic (as romantic as ulquiorra can be) love making. rough in the end. open to interpretation wether you want them to be virgins or not. wc: 3.8k masterlist

While your lips suck on a paper straw, your eyes are only focused upon “an emerald mystery”. 

Those smaragdine eyes, that pale skin that seems it’s never seen the sun, hair and nails as black as onyx. The barista always works alone, at the back, almost hidden, as if he forced himself not to talk, not to speak to any person around. 

He is delicate, metodic; pouring coffee, milk and syrups, everyday he prepares the drink you pay for. But, at least from what you know, he has never once looked at you. It’s ok; you wouldn’t know how to begin a conversation with him either way; your knowledge regarding men is quite limited. 

“What are you looking at?” that beautiful ginger woman asks with a tray of sweets in her hands. 

“Uh! Nohting. Sorry, were you telling me something?” you ask her; she is the owner of that small bakery in Karakura town. 

She smiles sweetly, and serves you a variety of sweet breads. There are buns filled with strawberry and cream, others with crème pâtissière and some others with jam. 

“Ah! Are these new?” you ask, happy. Since it opened you have been visiting her bakery. However, just recently -at least a couple of months ago- she hired a barista. That handsome, pale and “emo” one you enjoy looking at. 

“Yes! I’ve been craving a lot more of those recently, so I wanted to add them to the menu. Please try them, those are on the house ~” she says, tracing little circles on her lower belly. 

Ah, she must be pregnant… How cute! 

“Ulquiorra-kun!” she turns around, calling the -up until now unnamed- barista. “Please make our best client the new cappuccino! Add cinnamon to it, don’t forget! Ah… cinnamon…” she goes away, with her index on her cheek, thinking perhaps about a new recipe. 

You flush, feeling your heart beat faster and your legs becoming bouncy from those two green eyes looking straight towards your table.

He is looking at me… he is looking at me! 

Soon, maybe sooner than expected, he personally brings you a new cup. His pale hands, slender, handsome, arrange the beverage on the table. Perhaps he takes more time than what it would normally take someone to serve a customer. 

“Here. “Little Bun Cappuccino” – or uh- something like that I don’t know” he comments; letting you know he indeed has a voice. A very low toned, but deadly voice. 

“Thank you… Ulquiorra ~” you dare to mention his name, catching his attention for longer than a couple of seconds. 

He nods, looking straight into the ground immediately after and as he goes back to his “cave”.  You giggle; now you know what he actually reminds you of. A bat! 

It took at least a couple of months for you two to finally share a somehow proper conversation; the boss, Orihime, left her bakery to Ulquiorra while her pregnancy made her stay at home more often. She still visited and worked there, but the closer it got to her due date, the less she attended…

“Good afternoon ~” you salute, happy to see his emerald big orbs gain a little shine when you cross the door. 

“It is technically already night” Ulquiorra corrects you with a tint of reproach in his tone. 

It is true, you weren’t able to make it earlier at the café. You had to stay at Uni for longer than expected today. 

“Sorry; I have a lot to study… I might need the strongest, blackest coffee you could make me! Like a black hole!” you chime, letting your bag flop into the ground while you climb the stool. Those days when you sat back at a table belong in the past; now, you sit right at the counter, close to him. 

Ulquiorra diligently prepares exactly what you’ve asked for; though you should be a little more careful with your requests as he can take things very literally. 

He places a white cup filled up to the brim with indeed a liquid that looks like a pure void, closer to dark matter in it. He does by bending forward, enough for her nose to almost reach yours. 

“女… Here. Drink. I’m closing soon, wait for me?” straight to the point, Ulquiorra asks you… even if he didn’t actually need to ask. 

Pleased, you sip on your cup, and nod energetically while you do. It took time, but you have become very comfortable around him. 

Amazingly, the coffee tastes good. And, as always, the temperature is just right for you. He has mastered his technique only and just to adjust to your likings, something he didn’t think was “the sweetest thing ever” but still was to you. 

The “bat boy” prepares everything for the closing time, turning the machines off, making sure everything that belongs into the fridge is indeed inside of it. He then starts washing the last few cups and plates left, while he seems a little troubled, even fidgety. Something is on his mind, something he might need to ask.

“What is it?” you utter, fixed on the black matter slowly swirling inside the cup. “You seem uneasy, what is going on?” 

Ulquiorra turns the tap off; still silent. He sighs and finally drops the bomb. 

“Are you staying late at your uni because you have a romantic interest there?” he asks, seriously, without a single hint of emotion. 

You look him in the eyes, confused. Slowly, as you let the cup over the counter, you turn your head to the side. A romantic interest he says? Your only romantic interest is actually him… 

“Ulqui… I- you…” you are left speechless for some time. Thinking of the right choice of words -on a very innocent and inexperienced mental book- you scratch your head before talking. “Are you asking this because you wanna know or because you are jealous?”

You immediately wanna slap yourself; why would you ask something like that instead of telling him the evident truth; you two were silently dating, but none of you dared to acknowledge it. 

“How can I be jealous if I don’t know if you have or not a romantic interest?” he asks, making a very good point. 

You laugh, cutely. It only makes him blink a couple of times more than usual. And maybe, perhaps, his heart beat a lot faster than ever. 

“I do have a romantic interest, but is not from uni” you comment, playing with a used paper napkin to avoid looking straight into his eyes. 

“Ah…” he mutters, this time a little sad. 

“Don’t you wanna know his name?” you ask, playfully. What an absolute cute dork he can be. 

“No, it wouldn’t change a thing” he answers, right away. Ulquiorra turns around and keeps doing his work. Now he has become even more silent than ever; virtually, a mute. 

You do as well; speechless for real this time. WHAT? HOW- AH!! 

“You know what? I’m heading home now, I’m sorry… I’m tired” you murmur, with a lump in your throat. Apparently he doesn’t really care, nor is he jealous. He was simply… curious?

Ulquiorra keeps drying his hands with a white cloth, looking a little mad you are leaving but still without saying a single word.

You give him a “sad smile”, almost ironic, mad and hurt, and turn around without looking back. Yet, before you could cross the door, you stop.

“By the way, my “romantic interest” is called Ulquiorra” you spit, ready to disappear. After such a revelation, that shouldn’t even take him as a surprise, you need to escape such deadly silence that’s loud and also violent. 

You get stopped by a cold hand wrapped around your wrist just before you leave.

“Wait, Onna” he says, pulling you to get back inside.

“What do you want?” you sigh, turning around with teary eyes.

The bat man takes a deep breath before talking. “You like me?” he asks, almost amazed by how someone could think about him that way. 

You sigh; defeated. He didn’t tell by now? 

“Of course I do ~” you murmur, shy, looking at his hand still tightly gripped from your wrist. 

He takes some time to think; a little too much. It feels like an eternity, while you wait for him to say something, to do something. You swallow incipient tears, those that were about to fall right after you let him know about your feelings. 

“Then you are not scared of me?” he says, making absolutely no sense. Why would you? 

You shake your head, quickly, denying such stupid question. 

Suddenly, then, Ulquiorra pulls you -in a rather violent swing- closer to him. So much closer, enough for your body to crash with his.

The tension in between you both can be compared with the strength of a lighting; for the very first time, your emo boy is finally holding you into his arms; the scent of his skin, so soft and fresh, hits you like the last spark necessary to light up the fire in your heart. 

It is almost impossible to stop you from kissing or biting his pristine white skin; how can someone be that pale? Isn’t that an unspoken invitation to left marks on it? 

You slither, just a little, for your nose to reach the small of his neck. Though you first aim for his right cheek; a subtle peck that paralyzes your lover. Then, the little protrusion of his jugular, of his muscles tensing become a deadly temptation you can’t dismiss…

Would it be so wrong for you to finally attack such a divine alluring place? 

It’s fast; it’s subtle. It’s daring, as well, especially for him. However, in terms of delicacy, this kiss will be the last since Ulquiorra doesn’t really know how to be particularly…soft. As you, he is completely clueless, allowing his needs and instincts to guide him from now on. 

“You have chosen me, then? No other person, but me? Are you sure you want me, Onna? ” he asks, passing his index underneath your chin to lift your head up and face him. 

“No other, but you… It is you who I want…” you whisper back, becoming the epitome of devotion. 

In a sudden rapt of desperation, his lips crash with yours. You can feel his front teeth against yours, but still, you don’t mind. Even if it’s a little too much, you are amazed to discover a hidden feral creature.

Many kisses, that clumsily evolve into passionate ones, make you slowly allow your body to relax. So much your arms surround his neck, you need support… maybe your legs are failing, maybe your body only wishes to be handled by his hands only. 

During one of those little pauses you take to breathe in between brutal making out, you mention the need to definitely close the bakery; anyone could enter, anyone could see from the sidewalk such lewd spectacle. 

Ulquiorra agrees and only separates from you to press the button to close the metallic curtains down. Those seconds feel eternal; come back, I need more of your kisses… please.

The emerald eyed man comes back right after; now, nothing can interfere in between you and him. He strikes you like a spear, back at your lips. His hands, welcome back the indentation of your waist, squeezing, palpating, enjoying how your flesh feels against his palm. 

Tripping, you take little steps back. Enough you do, until your ass hits the table you used to seat at when you met him for the very first time. There, exactly there, is where Ulqui desires to take you. 

Your back bends over, adopting the table’s form until you end up laying flat. His arms land one on each side, your legs spread open on their own to let his slim body fit in between. 

The “bat” man takes a look at your body; he seems to be more than attracted, perhaps even more than curious; his façade shows an expression you’ve never seen before… lust. 

He lusts for you, his body does, his eyes do, and his heart does. 

Ulquiorra bends over your body; he doesn’t want to kiss you now, though. He only needs to uncover your anatomy, discovering what’s hiding underneath your clothing. 

“You are going to show me your body; you won’t say anything but "yes", Onna” he says, scaring you just a little. 

“That’s… a little harsh” you whisper; and despite your words, your hips buck up in a desperate attempt of your core to meet his. 

Ulquiorra frowns, confused. Isn’t this what he is supposed to do with a woman that pleads for him?

“However, I want to say yes to you, to everything you wish and want… so, yes… Ulquiorra-kun~” you answer, meekly, obediently, wickedly. 

He sighs; his brain getting completely taken over by a dark fog of sexual, obscene, pornographic imagery. So much it leads him to rip your blouse apart and expose your chest to him. His fingers act like claws, like a thirsty monster. 

You whine in response; your back arching accompanies the blouse opening. You allow Ulquiorra to finally witness the blooming of your biteable breasts. 

In fact, because of that, he pounces right to your chest; he needs more, he wants to see more. And more is what he gets, as he continues to undress you fully. 

You want to do the same, although his energy is not easily surpassed. However, you rely on a special weapon; your lips, your voice, your smutty pleads…

“Take your shirt off, Ulqui-kun… please ~” you purr, pulling from one of his sleeves. 

You would lie if you said you didn’t dream with this moment many times, but now that you can see the pale extents of his chest you can say it’s even better.

You also discover a round scar over where his heart is; your fingertips trace the bumpy traces of regenerated skin, wondering what could have caused such mark. 

Ulquiorra grabs your hand to stop you from touching, you can tell. “I will explain later…” he lets you know, taking your hand to his lips, placing a sweet kiss on your fingers and pinning it back against the table. 

You tremble; that warm peck, the feeling of pure connection… you are discovering what it feels to be praised, loved and devoured by a man you love. 

But his kisses do not limit to your lips and fingers, and sooner you have him leaving wet traces on every inch of your neck, chest, breasts and belly. Down, down he goes until the cold metallic button of your skirt meets his chin. 

“I will take this off” he comments; even with no experience and perhaps a violent approach, he asks for consent in his own ways. And you, of course, allow him to go as far as he wishes for. 

“Yes, Ulquiorra…”   you moan, while he continues to squeeze your breasts with his free hand. 

Fast enough, he frees the button of your skirt and lifts it up until your waist. He takes some time to admire the wet patch in between your legs, and the way your knee-high socks squeeze enough the skin of your thighs. 

Lost in temptation and dark thoughts, he bends over again; his tiny precious nose reach your core, he desires to watch, but also to smell and taste. 

You squirm at his now delicate approach; “Your sex is wet…” he mutters, and he does it so close to it you can even feel the warmth of his breath. “Stay still…” 

As if it were so easy, Ulquiorra Cifer!

He first enjoys your womanly perfume and then takes his tongue to trace little circles still over your panties. Your legs tend to close, but his hands squeeze them enough to keep them opened. 

“Open, keep them opened” he continues, while his indexes curl on the hem of your lingerie to pull them down. 

You can only nod, trying to see what his expressions look like while he discovers your sex for the very first time. It’s pointless, you can’t see his face when he finally buries his tongue in between the slit of your flower. 

This time you spasm a lot harder, tensing, blind searching for something to grab. And soon, his hair ends up tangled around your fingers, while he blesses you with an oral delight. 

Still a little clumsy, he manages to suck and relish every little drop of your honeys; to lick, to taste and stimulate every corner, every bump and hardness of your feminine anatomy. His fingers also become curious, playing with, sliding in and out of your entrance. 

You contort in response, carving your heels on his waist, discovering that this could be the very start of ecstasy. 

“Onna, your flavour… I like it, I like it so much” Ulquiorra grunts, emerging from your core and topping you back again. He crawls and slides his hands underneath your waist to pull your whole body down so that your core gets closer to his. 

He kisses your lips with still salty traces of your heat. You try to lift your back from the table, but he won’t allow you. You are trapped underneath that slim man, showing you that despite his body build he is way stronger than you. 

You shiver; squeezing both of his arms, with your nails chiselled into his skin. Sloppy eyelids covering prasine orbs look at you, while his fingers haven’t stopped playing with your sex. He learnt already that the more he hit your upper wall, the more you pant and gasp.

His black jeans fall to the ground of that bakery during some unknown moment you can’t quite recall; you don’t mind, though. You are amazed by the way his muscles create a perfect V, and in between the valley of his protruding hip bones down, his hardness shows itself. 

Your hand, unable to stay still, squirms from Ulqui’s grab and tries to reach the bulge in between his legs. You can barely touch, but you can already tell it has become the warmest spot on his body; you can also tell it is throbbing, yearning to be engulfed and surrounded by either your palms, or most definitely your milking walls. 

“What are you doing, woman?” he asks, while he keeps on masturbating you and biting every inch of your neck. 

“I wanna touch you…” you moan, trying to sound logical while your brain has turned into a mush of pleasure and desire. 

“You wanna touch me? Then do” he growls, with a voice that it is still soft and calmed but definitely soaked in lust. 

You widen your eyes; in between his forearm showing some protruding veins, showing muscles tensed to keep fingering you with proficiency, you see his boxer briefs slide down his hips and legs. 

Exposed, now, his shaft lays erect; so erect, it rests on his lower belly on an almost straight line. And it is pale as he is, even perhaps a little more. Also sprinkled by plumped veins, and a pinkish tip, it drips precum in a desperate attempt to honour its main purpose: seed. 

He comes closer, standing by your side and never once letting your folds go and much less the tiny button you have proven him to be your perdition. 

Clumsy and a little embarrassed you reach for his manhood, getting your palm coated of his transparent droplets. You know how to do it, you aren’t stupid; yet, when it comes to him, you feel like a virginal nymph. 

Slowly, you begin to touch, amazed by the reaction of an impassable Ulquiorra turn into rapt. When you increase the rhythm of the pumps, you enjoy his sharp mandible tensing and the way he throws his head back… oh, his slightly long hair raining on his nape, his lips separating just enough to let manly moans escape in between his front teeth. 

Such imagery impulses you to do more and more. Pulling him softly against you, the tip of your tongue catches the fine dripping thread of precum first, guiding his sex right into your wet mouth then. 

Ulquiorra gasps; to feel your lips surrounding his sex, to feel the dampened warmth of your mouth trapping his hardness… weak, that man has found his kryptonite… while his hips beg for more and automatically begin ramming against your throat. 

You don’t mind; in fact, the gagging that also blurs your eyes with little tears, makes it even hotter for you. But this is just the start, and while you enjoy him fucking your mouth, that lonely barista you once met needs to be buried deep, very deep inside of you. 

It takes all of his inner strength to finally take his manhood out of your mouth; He manages to do so, keeping in mind how much better it will feel once he gets to dive inside your heat. And so, moved by such desire, he abandons your side to crawl right in between your legs once more. 

This time, there is nothing he can say. He can’t ask, he can’t communicate he will indeed fuck you hard. He simply lets his eyes speak for him, fixed into yours, letting you know what his heart truly desires… he lusts for you, he lusts for your body, but most importantly, he lusts to become one in such sinful reunion of the flesh… 

No need to move, your sex is conveniently placed by the limits of the table so that Ulquiorra can reach just right. You wonder what will be able to clean the surface but now is not the time to regret any of your actions. 

He doesn’t really need to guide his shaft, as it reaches your entrance by simply crawling a little on top of you. You can feel his throbbing tip, clumsily but surely, sliding right in, giving you that first taste of heaven. 

You hug him, palms wide open caressing his back. You can feel it on your touch, the way his spine and shoulder blades move when he begins to go in and out of you. At first, he does slow, matching the pace of the sloppy kisses you both share. 

But then, as both become hungry, insatiable, addicted to the pleasure you want more… more, more… faster, harder, rougher… 

Ulqui’s back arches, his hips turn into violent hammers, the ramming is almost too strong for you to tolerate. Both bite each other’s flesh, leaving marks and purple reminders of your pass. 

Whines and moaning. Grunting, panting, desperately… in and out, slapping skins, wet noises… 

Fingers intertwined with yours, plastered against the table, squeezing your hands in romantic, but still concupiscent reaction to an arriving climax… 

“Onna… this is the first time I am able to see the colours of your eyes” he sighs, loudly, exhausted, still twitching as he finishes in and out of your core.

“The "colours" ?” you ask, relaxing your body after an intense orgasm.

“I can’t see colours… but your eyes, this is the very first time I’ve seen any colour at all…” 

Who would have said he did not only looked and acted like a bat, he was also colourblind… colourblind, except for your eyes 💚 ~  

[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.

[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. 💙

[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!

💙✨

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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