#and the gif AUGH… can he hold me like that PLEASE

[jamestown-base]

OUGH MY HUSBANDDDDD

SELFSHIPPERS PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST WITH YOUR FAVORITE GIF OR PICTURE OR CLIP OF YOUR F/O!! OR YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF MERCH WHETHER YOU OWN IT OR NOT!! ANY FAVORITES!!

i want to see all of your beloveds!!!

[c0ffinshit]

Simon (John Q.) SFW AND NSFW Headcanons

a/n: i knew yall would like that so here are so hcs that i had that i can now share with the world

warnings: controversial, mentions of pussy eating, me speaking my truth

SFW:

okay, first off, this man claims to HATE modern music but… he has a soft spot for Fiona Apple

listen, this man is madddd and if he were a woman he would be a mean butch lesbian

he always drives you everywhere

even when you’re like “babe i can drive its fine” he’s like “no, i’ll drive”

he tells people his favorite movie is something film bro-y like fight club, but his favorite movie is something like little shop of horrors or when harry met sally

sorry im projecting

honestly, he is bad about talking about his emotions like homie doesn't have the words for it so he just gets angry

BUT he learns a lot from you about that

actually, you learn a lot from him too

he talks so highly of you, even before dating

like always talks about how he can hardly have a good and controlled day without you

if you two are a long distance away, he'll always call you and talk about your day

but even then, you two will stay on the phone for hours, just talking about whatever and how much you miss each other

always tries to be a sweet boyfriend and make you breakfast

expect he will burn it and the kitchen will be on fire

i will say this: simon is a sensitive boy, esp with people's emotions like if you're sad and crying about something you called 'stupid' he'll still hold you and tell you how not stupid it is

he HATES when you're upset, esp if he can't do anything to help you

he'll just sadly watch you til you feel better

and when you do, he'll get you your favorite blanket and stuffed animals and kiss you like the good bf. HE. IS.

sorry, my daddy issues are on full display *sobs*

definitely doesn't like it when you call him babygirl or pookie

even as a joke

the man doesn't get that

my man has an old soul IM SO FR

like he doesn’t really like modern TV or music

movies… that a different story

HE FUCKING LOVES MOVIES.

especially if it is like a movie musical or high fantasy (like lotr or hobbit)

maybe a comedy but like a comedy from like the '60s that is probably super offensive now

nfsw under the cut

NSFW:

first off, do i agree with the top allegations for simon? kinda.

listen listen, i only say kinda because of the fact that this man has angry ISSUES

like if you are being a brat, this man doesn’t hold back definitely into spanking for this reason

OKAY I HAVE A THING… when you two do it together, he is very… parental (if that makes sense)

like yes he is daddy we know but like he is the type to whisper “this is for your own good” as he spanks you

two words: BODY. WORSHIP.

this man will kiss and touch your body like it's your last day on earth

AUGH AND AND the look he gives you when he’s inside you FUCKKKKKKK

the look is filled with so much love and gratitude for you okay like this needs to be stated at all but like 8 inches

the type of 8 inches that hits against your cervix in the right way

AND ANOTHER THING when you two first get together, his libido is very low

which also means he is very easy to take care of

soooooo if you wanted to just do a blowjob, you hypothetically could

but then, like three or four months into dating, HORN DOG.

you're surpised when he isn't pressing against your while cuddling

but if anything, you’ll be the one getting head, not him

THIS MAN IS PUSSY WHIPPED.

like he will grab your thighs and pull you closer while eating you out he lovesssss hearing your moans when you're under him UGH

dude but like on the rare time like he will bottom, its lowkey kinda…

JOHN Q IS A SWITCH AND I WILL CONTINUE TO SPEAK MY TRUTH

this mfer groans like no tomorrow when he does bottom

soft,,,, begg…ing

like “you’re so good.” and then under his breath its “please keep going.”

also that boy has a praise kink with hints of degradation

am i saying that because i wrote a whole fic about it? yes. fuck yes.

im chewing at the bars of my enclosure

he gets so blushy when you look at him with your fuck-me eyes

COMMUNICATE WITH THAT BOY.

tell him what you want

tell him where you want it

tell him about your fantasies of him

he loves hearing your voice, especially when you talk in a soft and seductive voice

listen, the only reason i kinda don’t agree with the top allegations is because i believe JOHN Q IS A SERVICE TOP.

i've made my point very clear about that throughout this section

[coichii]

LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM ✭

—(🎧)—> your boyfriend invited you to an ice skating date! cute, right? it could’ve been cuter if you had ever skated before, and not been flailing around like a deer.

pairing - bf!leeknow ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: just fluff ♥︎ (im being fr this time)

word count: 1.4K

warnings: slightly suggestive but literally, like, 4 lines, Minho likes to ice skate in this idk why tho, Cursing, me hating a story just before I post it AUGH THIS IS SO ASSSS

series note : hello !! welcome to part two of my winter series, “winter records of love” where there will be 8 individual short stories for each member :) these stories are based off of songs I deem “winter” feeling ! this story is based off of “love to keep me warm” by Laufey enjoy !!

I love the winter weather, so the two of us can get together

“I don’t know, min. I’ve never ice-skated before.”

He wanted to take you out on a date. A date to the local ice skating rink at that, and you were nervous.

Why were you nervous? Well you had never done it before, and Minho was practically a pro.

He had done a lot of ice skating back in Gimpo, never forgetting how to do it as he aged and practiced being an idol.

It was something he never wanted to forget, the feeling of gliding along the ice bringing him back to the beautiful nostalgia he felt when he thought of home.

He wanted to take you with him, have you experience one of the best and most important past times he has because he loves you, and what better way to let you into his heart than this.

“I can teach you then, jagi.” He assures, hands taking a hold of yours as he tries to convince you, eyes burrowing into yours. “I want to show you this something that means so much to me.”

He knows just how to convince you, his words lights hitting you right in the gut and making you feel like the most special girl in the world.

“Ok, min. I’ll take your word for it.” You smile, his face mirroring yours, hand moving to the small of your back. “You just better not let me fall.”

Minho snickers, mouth curling up into that mischievous smirk you love so much. “No promises.”

You pout slightly, head moving away from the warm crook of his neck and he giggles some more. “Okay sorry, sorry. I’ll make sure to catch you, jagi.”

“Mhm.” You groan, still pouting. “You better.”

“Need me to kiss that pout away?” He asked teasingly, moving his hand further down, making you blush.

“Please do.”

◂—♥︎—▸

“Min, baby? Can you help me put these on?” You ask him, looking up from him where you had been sitting on the bench.

The ice skating rink was near empty, thank god. Only a few couples too sucked into their own world and a mom with her small child, so she was definitely too busy to worry about seeing an idol out with a random girl.

You never liked having to hide your relationship with Minho. You wish you could just show him off in front of the world for everyone to see. Show how you’ve got the most handsome man in the world wrapped around your finger. His idol life doesn’t let that happen, however.

It’s peaceful though, not having to worry about dating rumors as the rink is filled with hushed whispers and a slight, below thirty degree breeze. It’s a lovely day, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Mhm. Of course, honey.” He responds, kneeling at your feet to slip the first shoe on. Your face heats up and how domestic it feels. It makes the promise ring that lays on your ring finger feel like one of marriage.

“Okay.” He says, finishing tying up your shoes with a tiny bow. “I’m going to put the blade on now. After this, hold on to me until we get on the ice.”

You listen carefully to his instructions, stomach starting to bubble with nerves as he carefully slides the blades into their slots.

He stands up, putting on his shoes and blades with ease. “Grab my hand.” and he’s reaching his soft and surprisingly warm hand towards you for you to grab a hold of.

You take his palm into yours, anixety immediately dissolved into nothing as he helped you off the bench, foot touching the ice.

It’s slippery, different from anything you’ve ever felt. You slip for a second, tripping like a new born fawn, but he catches you.

“Woah, Baby.” He chuckles, cheeks red from the frigid, bitter air. “We’re gonna go slow okay.”

He starts to teach you how to glide first, handing holding onto your hips to keep you steady as you practice taking slow strides along the ice.

It’s hard, and you’re wobbling at first, trying to learn how to balance on the slim, metal blade. It takes a while before you’re able to start gliding without wobbling around nearly as much.

“Good job, jagi. I’m going to let go now, okay?” You nod at his words, filled with confidence that you can glide without his help.

He lets go, pushing you ever so slightly to give you the momentum needed to push away.

To your amazement, you start gliding along the ice with skill, able to push off with the ball of your foot and keep the energy needed to keep flowing alongst the ice.

You feel like you understand why Minho loves to ice skate so much. You feel weightless as you drift along the ice. It’s not perfect; you are still just a beginner, but it’s peaceful.

You’re able to do a full circle around the rink before passing Minho again, who was standing still on the ice. You wonder why he wasn’t following you, surely he would want to catch up, right?

When you turn back to inquire, you get a good look into his eyes, but what they say? You have no idea.

Amazement? Admiration? Pride? You have no idea, but to say he looks starstruck would be an understatement.

You slowly make your way over to him, searching his eyes for more answers. “Everything okay, Min?”

He seems to break out of his trance, looking at you with fond and warm eyes before taking your hand into his, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Everything is fine, kitten. Let’s go around some, hmm?” And you graciously accept, locking your arm with his and beginning to skate once again. You’ll question him about the staring later.

It takes you a while to get used to his pace, but you can tell he’s slowing him self down to match your level of expertise. It’s faster though, more calculate and precise. “You go so fast.”

“You think so?” He giggles, looking back at you instead of ahead of him. “Yeah, I can barely keep u-“

You’re cut off by your body suddenly falling towards the ice, bottom half hitting the ground with force, causing Minho to gasp slightly.

“A-are you okay, j-jagi?” He says between labored breaths, laughing out that mischievous laugh of his. He still reaches his hand out towards you for you to grab, which you do.

“I think I’ve officially fucked up my tailbone.” You groan, grabbing ahold of your hip where you had hit. “Awe baby…need me to massage it for you?”

Instinctively, his hands reach for your ass, Minho smiling almost evilly before you swat his hand away.

“I didn’t even hit my ass you perv!” And he just laughs some more, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Wanna go around some more before we go? I’ll get you some coffee on the way back.”

You nod in agreement, taking his hand as you do a couple more laps around, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Nothing mattering accept for each other.

◂—♥︎—▸

“This fireplace and coffee is positivity the only reason I’m alive now.” You say, snuggling into his side from where you both sit on the floor, thin blanket wrapped around the two of you, practically forming a cocoon as you beg for warmth.

“You’re welcome, jagi.” He winks, always so smug. It reminds you of when he was staring at your earlier on the rink, looking at you with eyes you couldn’t quite dissect.

“Hey, baby?” And he hums in response. “Why were you looking at me like that when we were skating. Y’know when I was going by myself after you taught me? I’m curious.“

He heats up in the cheeks and tips of ears at your question, visually sputtering as he looks for a response.

“Oh, uh. It’s seeing you enjoy something I enjoy so much. Makes me wanna marry you.” He sounds rather confident for someone who’s turning redder than a tomato at his own admission, but you can’t talk much; it’s making you blush too.

“Wasn’t expecting that answer.” you giggle, still a tad bit shocked you couldn’t get that out of him. “What? I don’t show my love well enough to show I want to marry you everyday?”

He’s teasing, and it’s working. It has the heat crawling from your neck to your cheeks once again. “Of course you do. I just like hearing you vocalize it. Love you, Minho.”

He softens, gazing into your eyes before pressing a soft, domestic kiss to your lips.

The fire place, blanket, coffee, they’re all doing what they can to make you feel warm when battling the below freezing temperatures.

But nothing, absolutely nothing makes you feel as warm inside as Minhos love.

Not even close.

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[lizdive]

saw ur inbox is open so i jumped right into the opportunity 🤭 just recently discovered ur blog and AUGH i love your writing!! the lack of platonic stuff is a CRIME.. 💔

could i request something with aventurine being an older (adoptive) brother to teen reader? if you want some extra lore, the ipc basically found the reader and wanted to use their powers for themselves cuz theyre like- crazy op- 😭 (reincarnation of an aeon typa shit) so they placed the reader into aventurine's care bcuz he was the only person they weren't hostile towards-

SORRY THIS GOT A LITTLE LONG ?! you don't need to use the extra lore if you dont want to btw! i just put it there :3

can be either hcs or a oneshot/drabble, u can choose!! >_<

please and thank u!!!! (ゝω・´★)

YOU’RE SO SWEET YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME ILUSM ☹️🩷🤍 Aventurine is my everything I love when people send me reqs about him he’s never left my team since I’ve gotten him 😭 ALSO I LOVE THE EXTRA LORE I LOVE UR BRAIN LEMME KISS IT MWAH 💋 tysm for requesting <33 if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo this 🫶

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" + "they/them" used to refer to the reader ,, reader is a teenager but is implied to be ancient ,, reader is implied to be a part of tayzzyronth — aeon of the propagation — and can be up for interpretation, however they do have swarm abilities ,, i did some research on tayzzyronth however there may be things that are not accurate or do not align with canon as tayzzyronth and the swarm is very confusing ,, reader grows a hatred for qlipoth — aeon of the preservation and their followers aka the ipc ,, platonic relationships ,, ipc activities as usual ,, penacony mission at the end ,, i feel like i derived from og request i’m sososo sorry ,, ending is cringe ngl ,, this is not proofread so ignore typos

Bugs, insects, flies — you do not know what these creatures are referred to as. You do not know of their origin, and you do not know if you are one of them taking a different form. They treat you as if you are one of them and protect you like you are their ruler.

The planet you reside on is dark. There is no other being except for these creatures that swarm you like you are their creator and their savior. You rarely move. Your cheek has grown accustomed to the cracked grounds of this wasteland as you slumber for periods of time you know not the length of. It is gray, yet you sometimes spot the colorful liquid that leaves their bodies as they succumb to the eternal slumber you sometimes seek.

There is no coldness and there is no hotness — you are always warm. They blanket you with their wings and speak to you in a language you have learned to understand.

"The followers of Qlipoth are coming!" they would say, and yet you did not know who they spoke of. The concept of beings existing that are not you or the insects that flutter about bringing you sustenance and company is foreign, and your young mind cannot comprehend it without physical proof. You assume they jest as they always do to try and humor you, and so you do not acknowledge their warnings.

"The followers of Qlipoth have come, you must leave!" And yet you chose to remain on the cracked grounds that have filled your sight for the many years you have lived. You chose to remain under their wings which shielded you as they fought against Qlipoth’s devout to keep them away from your form.

They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hear the shrieks of your swarm. They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hear the loud explosions which cause the frail floors to crack more and more. They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hold a baby bug in your arms like a toy to sooth the bubbling feeling of fear which is so foreign to you.

They are not weak, you realize, as you feel their hands pull at you from beneath the pile of dead creatures, doing their best to fight off the hallucinations from their wings.

These people — the followers of Qlipoth — are enemies. They do not deserve what the insects would call 'mercy'. The chains which cling to some of your joints barely hold you back as you scream at them in what sounds to them like gibberish. Your body is weak from the lack of movement, yet what you consider weakness is considered as strength that was once unattainable to them.

"If I didn’t know of the swarm I’d assume they were an abomination of the abundance," a woman speaks, yet her words mean nothing to you for you cannot understand them. You do not know who spoke, and you do not care. They are all enemies, and this 'Qlipoth' that they follow will be struck down by your own hands one day. They follow this being and therefor this being is the one to order them to do such horrendous acts.

You make an attempt to flutter the thin wings that decorate your back but they feel heavy. You look back and find them to be hidden away and chained. You do not feel the pain, but perhaps it is just the adrenaline rushing through you.

"Did you really have to cover them up like that?" "The workers said that they were hallucinating, we couldn’t risk it."

A gloved hand is placed in front of you. There is nothing in it. The golden rings shine under the lighting of the room you are in. The shimmer is new to your eyes and makes you squint from the reflecting light. You are used to the dullness of your 'home' planet, so when you look up to properly face the man who seems innocent enough, you recoil at the brightness off his appearance.

The many layers of clothes he adorns makes you curious. You do not wear much, only enough to properly cover you. The insects would keep you warm. Yet he wears so much — so many layers of attire made from materials you didn’t even know existed.

Your rage and hostility is pacified with curiosity, and that makes his smile a bit more genuine. He brings a hand to your head, and you’re ready to tear him to shreds should he try anything, but he only pets you gently. It reminds you of when the insects would nudge your head whenever they wanted you to wake up.

The sense of familiarity makes your eyes water but you do not shed the tears. You don’t like how they blind your sight and you blink rapidly to make them go away. The man clad in bright colors says something, but you once again can’t understand him.

But when the suffocating chains no longer cling to your tender skin, you understand that he is safe like those that cared for you and he is trying to comfort you. It works.

The man is named Aventurine — he repeated it constantly until you finally said it, albeit with the accent of a toddler. Still, he praised you. When he smiled and pat your head, you felt happy. It was a good thing.

You follow Aventurine around. He is the only one you have familiarized yourself with. He gets frightened by the swarm that follows you, so you scold them whenever they show themselves unannounced. You do not want him to leave you — you’ve noticed it happens a lot as you are exposed to human beings. He tells you he won’t leave you, how you’re his responsibility now.

You only understand a little bit of what he speaks, but you want to learn more to get more head pats and praise. The language they use is very foreign and requires much more effort to sound out the words as well as memorizing the symbols they write with. It is a lot of effort, but Aventurine is very encouraging.

Aventurine is nice. He is patient. He is understanding. He is helpful. You have been told that the one who has given you your strength was born from loneliness, but if that was the case, them shouldn’t your abilities be gone by now? Because with Aventurine, you do not feel lonely.

You want to tell him this, and one day you will. But for now, you’ll sit in his office, dressed in the nice clothing he has bought for you, and continue to practice your speech and writing.

You do not like leaving his office, because Qlipoth’s devout will then try to talk to you. You have tried many times to send your swarm after them, and you have succeeded many times, but Aventurine always scolds you. You do not like it when he scolds you. It’s a bad thing.

He tries to get you accustomed to human society. It is hard, especially because the human society he tries to make you interact with is filled with Qlipoth’s followers, but for him, you will try.

For him, you will listen to them as they order you to send your swarm to terrorize planets littered with precious material. For him, you will listen to them as blood stains your hands — blood which is not yours. For him, you will allow others to call you a monster which he reassures you that you aren’t.

For him, you will let yourself become the tool Qlipoth’s devout want you to become.

Something you have noticed and have been taught about human society is the concept that is family. You have heard the term many times, especially on this planet called Penacony. The main heads of this big hotel are called The Family. The head of The Family is the brother of his sister. You make sure to remember that.

Aventurine tells you to keep your features hidden as well as your little swarm bug which you brought with you, and you do not protest. The hotel is big, perfect for your insect friend to flutter about freely. Your hand clings to Aventurine’s coat, a habit you have picked up on. When you cling to him, people talk to him first. You don’t know why, but you do not care because it has yet to fail you.

You do not pay attention to the woman at the front desk. She speaks too fast for you to properly comprehend her words, anyways. You take note of the people around. There is nobody adorning the familiar uniform of Qlipoth’s followers, much to your relief. You tug on Aventurine’s coat, looking at him.

He hums, and looks at you while the woman looks the both of you up to check for the reservation. "Finish?" You ask quietly. "Almost. You can sit if you want," he replies, pinching your cheek playfully. You frown and shake your head.

"Alright, It seems you both have reservations. Here are the keys for your rooms. We hope you and your younger sibling enjoy your stay in penacony." The woman smiles and slides the cards on the counter. Aventurine thanks her and motions for you to follow, which you do without hesitance.

The walk is silent, and once the two of you are in the elevator, you decide to speak once more. "We are like Sunday and Robin."

Aventurine blinks at your declaration and turns so his body is facing you, leaning on the support bars of the elevator. "Is that a statement or a question?" He asks, but you don’t directly answer his question, only explaining your words.

"I am younger sibling, you are older sibling." It is then that Aventurine realizes you had paid attention to the woman’s words, or at least her send off ones. He didn’t think much of it, it wasn’t the first time people had assumed you both as siblings. Then again, you had yet to learn the concept of family and the various titles during those encounters.

Still, Aventurine smiles, chuckling lightly as the fuzzy feeling in his chest grows. "Yeah.. You’re the younger sibling, I’m older sibling." The elevator grows silent once more as you both wait for the doors to open.

He’ll need to finish those custody papers once this mission is over.

[gleamingsilence]

all i could think of

he is just like me fr 💖

[jen-with-a-pen]

(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2

summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 1.3k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking ✨respectively✨, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)

a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?¿??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time ✨

Not beta'd. Written on my phone and edited via gdocs. Post formatted on mobile because I don't wanna use my work computer lmao

Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

If I've missed any tags, PLEASE let me know!

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PART ONE | PART TWO

The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?

Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.

But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?

Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the time– which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.

Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the jury– Blind Al– is still out on recess.

Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.

Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.

A boy can dream.

It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizes– AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.

And smile. And lips. And–

It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.

Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.

But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.

Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.

Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'

Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesn’t miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy. 

Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.

Oh God did he say that out loud?

"Wade?"

Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick. 

"Wade."

Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth. 

Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.

Wade swears he's blushing. 

Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.

Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.

"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.

"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.

"Gah– get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.

"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."

Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"

"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."

Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.

"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"

Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom. 

"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,” Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it. 

Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.

Good thing he's ambidextrous.

[gamerbot-22]

Trigun Cuddles

Because I am ill and depressed and I would like my blorbos to hold me about it. (Literally I am in the middle of the worst cold of my fucking LIFE right now but I persist. Somehow.)

Also it’s kinda wild that it’s taken me this long to write anything for Trigun considering it’s taken over my life entirely since I finished watching TriStamp a while back? So here's me trying to rectify that.

TW/CWs: Written with no definitive versions of these characters in mind (except Knives/Nai) but my clearest point of reference is TriStamp, probably overly sappy in places because I’m allowed it as a treat, pretty romantic in tone because I’m Normal, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, RQs are open, it’s all under the cut! (If anyone sends me a Trigun request I will kiss you on the mouth /p)

I’m experimenting with layouts, too. What do you guys think?

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Please hold him he has been through so much and he deserves it—

Triple S-Tier fucking cuddler. I will not be convinced otherwise, he’s just the perfect shape for it.

He’ll lay down first and let you move him however you want him so you’re comfy first. Partially does this because of his chronic need to people please and partially because he’s slept in so many weird positions over the years that he genuinely doesn’t mind if it means he gets to hold you.

If you ask, though, his favorite position is any one that makes it easy to put his face against your neck. He just wants to be close.

Being a Plant means he’s, by default, very cool to the touch, I think. Vash is a Well Ventilated King like that—

Also if you let him I think he’ll sneak little kisses sometimes. They never last more than a second or two, but this is what happens when you’re in smoochin’ distance!!

He has dreams most nights, so that means a bit of sleep-talking and mumbling, but if you pet his hair he usually calms down, nuzzling in closer and giving you a little squeeze about it.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Another man who desperately needs a cuddle.

I think he takes a bit more convincing than Vash, though. Like Vash’ll drop everything to give you a hug but Nico is, ironically enough, more of a cat about it. You gotta let him come to you, y’know?

But if you do it’s really nice. He wants to be as close as possible, because he cares a lot and he trusts you, but he’s bad at saying it and this is a good way to make up for all the silence.

He’s strong and you can feel it, but he’s careful. He never crushes you, he's just got you tight so you’re up against his chest all night.

Also this man is a radiator. Blankets are not recommended when cuddling with him because you will wake up in a sea of your own sweat—

He can also be a bit of an asshole about his scruff. He knows it’s rough like the rest of him, but he’s less sorry about it than his calloused hands so guess who’s gonna be on the receiving end of some scratchy-ass nuzzles!!!

He doesn’t sleep-talk, but he does snore, so sometimes you gotta roll him over into a new position to spare yourself the sound.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Augh... Meryl.... Underrated queen...

I feel like cuddling is not that hard of a sell for her, especially since Gunsmoke nights are cold as shit. And it's compounding with Meryl being one of those people with "feel how cold my hands are" circulation.

Probably gonna have to ask people to donate blankets to The Cause, but hey!! You'll be like two caterpillars sharing a cocoon by the end of the night, and isn't that what it's all about?

Also you're probably gonna want to make sure that cocoon is wrapped up tight because Meryl kicks in her sleep. Not hard, I don't think, but you can definitely feel it in any dreams you have--

Thankfully though, she's very quiet. No sleep-talking, no snoring (usually,) just. A Lotta Movement unless you're holding her especially tight.

I think she's very versatile when it comes to cuddling positions, though. Like some nights she wants to be held and then the next night she wants to be the one doing the holding.

And I'm very firmly of the belief that Meryl is the type to pack pjs whenever she goes somewhere. So like, with Vash and Wolfie you're going to have to deal with various states of undress, Meryl has a really cute, soft two-piece set of pjs.

💼 Milly Thompson

That's right!!! She's here too!!! I felt the need to include this sweetheart even though she's probably the main character I know the least about (one day I will finish '98 and Maximum, this I swear--)

Vash and Meryl being Well Ventilated Royalty 🤝 Nico and Milly being Human Shaped Hot Water Bottles--

Unlike Wolfie though, I think Milly is a much more comfortable heat. Like you can still have a light blanket over the two of you and be okay.

Also low-key I think Milly is objectively the best cuddler in this bunch. She came from a family with like a million kids, she's probably very used to sharing a bed while still being comfortable.

Like if you just tell her how you're the most comfortable she has the position down to a science. It's an observed science, but a science nonetheless!!!

If you ask her what she likes, though, the gal just wants to be cradled. She wants to feel precious and protected, damnit!!

Similar to Meryl, I think she has pajamas packed, and hers is this really long, comfy nightgown that feels really nice to hang on to.

🔪 Millions Knives / Nai

No. [Gets up from my desk]

[I am forcibly placed back in front of my computer] Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, look-- I can play in the space, but truly, down to my core, I feel like there is no way in hell Nai would go down for a cuddle on anyone else's terms. Just like. Idk. "Don't cuddle with this knife pervert" or whatever BDG said in that Polygon Mortal Kombat video I love so much.

Vash and Meryl are Well Ventilated. Nai is fucking freezing. Like the only temperature comfortable way to do this is for you to channel the thickest burrito you have ever seen and pray that's enough blankets.

You get. Maybe an arm out of this trade deal. At least at first. He already went out of his way to get you nice blankets, and you want more? In this economy he's trying to run into the ground??? Humans are so selfish! (He is doing all this complaining while hoisting you and your blankets' mass over to his side of whatever horizontal surface you have claimed as a bed--)

Aside from whatever limb he has on you, I just. I don't think he even sleeps. Like it turns more into a Forced Meditation for him where he just lays on his back and stares at the ceiling while you relax/get some z's.

The Weird Space Onesie Stays ON During Sex Cuddles.

Maybe. Maybe. If he likes you enough... You get to spend a cuddle session swaddled up in that spaceman-ass security blanket jacket/hood/whatever-it-is he wears.

[salternateunreality2]

I humbly request some AGSZ being protective over Cloud 🐣

❤️🍊❤️ of course, my liege!

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Cloud, in the middle of a group of troopers: *sniffle, achoo!*

Angeal: *dadgeal.exe activated* Troopers! Halt for today! *Immediately starts preparing soup*

Trooper: Sir, it's noon...

Angeal: Lunchtime.

Trooper: Sir, it's the middle of summer and about a thousand degrees, may I ask why you're preparing soup?

Angeal: Lunchtime.

Trooper: And why there's enough for the entire squad?

Angeal: Lunchtime.

Trooper: And where you got it all?!?!?!

Angeal: L u n c h t I m e.

Cloud, in the background, muttering: 🤦 I got dust in my nose...

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Genesis: Cloud! No! *Dives in front of the bullet and takes it full force* C-Cloud...

Cloud: Genesis.

Genesis: Cloud, I bequeath my limited edition with the wing embossment to you, as well as my collection of quills...

Cloud: Genesis Rhapsodos.

Genesis: *cough* Remember me always, with fondness if you can...

Cloud: Genesis Staples Rhapsodos, get your heavy ass off of me, we're in the middle of a paintball war.

Genesis: But...I was shot? For you? This crimson flow staining my coat signifies that I have not long for this world?

Cloud: It's red paint. This is a training exercise. The hell are you doing out here anyway, wandering the desert to channel your inner muse and commune with the goddess?

Genesis: ...

Cloud: ...you are, aren't you?

Genesis: ...

Cloud: And let me guess, you didn't bring any water and are on the verge of hallucinating if you aren't there already?

Genesis: ...

Cloud: 🤦

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Cloud: So I need to follow through on the upswing more?

Hojo: Hello, Sephiroth.

Cloud: Who the fuck are you?! Why are you interrupting our conversation??

Sephiroth: Hojo.

Hojo: Well hello, trooper...Strife. Hmm. Interesting. Nibel blood, it seems...very interesting.

Cloud: THIS is Hojo? Gross.

Hojo: *vein popping out, reaches up to slap or touch or just scold Cloud*

Sephiroth: *CRUNCH*

Hojo: WHAT THE FUCK, YOU BROKE MY ARM?!?!

Sephiroth: Oops, thought I saw a pest. Some sort of bug. Bugging.

Hojo: AUGH! MARK MY WORDS, OFFSPRING, THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES! AUGH! *turns to go, trips, lands on Cloud's sword*

Cloud: oops. Guess I need more practice.

Hojo: *gurgle*

Cloud: Clearly, my follow through could use some work, hold on. Oops.

Hojo: ☠️

Sephiroth: I always recommend following up with a firaga, like so *FWOOSH*.

Cloud: Ah, I see, thanks Sephiroth!

Sephiroth: Anytime.

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Rando: Hey Strife, you gonna mosey that booty over here, cutie?

Cloud: Fuck off.

Rando: Come on, with a face like that and a-

Zack: Hey Rando. You clearly want something, Rando *makes a fist*. Maybe I can help you! Would you like ME to help you, Rando? I would be happy to help you, Rando. Any. Time. Any. Where.

Rando: Come on Fair, you're cool, you know he's a hot piece of-

Zack: Cloud, here. *Hands him a training dummy* Move 47, please.

Cloud: *rips its head off*

Zack: Rando, you want ME to help you, trust me. Or you want to figure your own shit out, FAST.

Zack: Ok?

Cloud: *goose energy expands*

Rando: *flees*

[generalkenobee]

hello! do you have anymore ted logan headcanons you'd be up for sharing? or possibly evil robot ted? im currently experiencing ted logan brainrot because I recently watched the first 2 films for the first time and I have the PHATTEST crush on ted lol it's embarrassing

AHHHH YESYESYES I DO THANK YOU YESYESYESYES I LITERALLY HAVE SOOOO MANY TED LOGAN IDEAS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

Warnings: contains both SFW and NSFW

🎸cutie patootie! Ted

- oh my gosh he loves you

- he'll do anything you ask.. anything!

- once in history looked at Bill and said "dude I'm totally a president!" After learning about teddy Roosevelt

-smells you...like a lot

-gives the best hugs ever like actually

-youre the first to get your license in the relationship so you drive him to school every morning while he plays music

-lets you paint his nails and put makeup on him

-always holding hands

-definition of a gentle giant

-his hands are about twice the size of yours

-likes to be the little spoon

-Ted Theodore Logan can not cook.

-please play with his hair

-the first time you complained about your period his dead ass response was "what's that?" 💀

-his dad doesn't really like you but he doesn't really like anyone so it's ok

-him sneaking in your room in the middle of the night while everyone is asleep>>>

NSFW

-sub/ gentle dom

-you'll never forget the noise he said when he first slid in it was like "wait wait wait oh my- I augh.. please no.. it's too much please i-" and it was only half his length-

-sososososoo pussy whipped

-lazy sex

-gently jerky him while he sits on his bed and tells you about his day

-PERV!

-literally taking peaks down your blouse all the time

-lovesss to suck on your boobs while you run your fingers through his hair, holding him close to you

-wont tell anyone what you do together because it's such an intimate moment

-other than Bill...

-bursts into the room while holding your hand pulling you along " BILL BILL BILL GUESS WHAT WE JUST DID!!"

-doesn't realize how horny you get when you see him play

-hes also clueless so..this is how that plays out

"Ted you're so good at guitar.." you said biting your lip looking him up and down "your fingers just move so fast baby" your sweet boyfriend looked up at you from his instrument smiling "thanks babe!" After he said that he quickly looked back down working on his music. You say there looking him in the eye rubbing your thighs together while literally telling him how much you loved his fingers and he just looked away

-hes a massive pervert but he's clueless at the same time yk?

-does not know how to please you the first time so just be patient and tell him what you like

-first time he ate you out was like a dog trying to get peanut butter out of one of those toys..

-I feel like he would excel at fingering you..I mean have you seen the guys hands? And he plays guitar?

-sneaking in just to finger you>>

-lord please moan his name while he's rutting up into you..

IF YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT MORE OF EVIL! TED LET ME KNOW I KINDA JUST DID CUTIE! TED FOR THISSS🩷

[tommonottoday]

...Introduction...

HELLO? HEEELLLOOO? IS THIS THING O– AuGH!

Well... Hello there... Goodness, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Er... I'm not the best at these intro things, so, bare with me.

Welcome to (drum roll, please 🥁🥁🥁)... my space! Or Tumblr! Or blog! Something! I am an artist and a writer by the name of Tommo, and you're here at @tommonottoday. If you take a gander here, you can find some of the following:

✏ Clowns.

✏ Cartoons.

✏ Rants.

✏ Writings.

✏ Uh. And other things. Oooh, boog-i-dy boog-i-dy.

Because I have honestly not figured out what this is about yet. (Man, this is going to look stupid when I get established. Can you edit Tumblr posts?)

So, ah– probably supposed to say more about myself now, aren't I? Er... Tommo. I like cats, pens, long walks on the beach (haha, not really), debate, and psychology. Not a fan of radical thinking, arguments, or bigotry. Think that does it.

Anywho. This is me in grass. And here's some of my art. Because I can't exactly post writing here. Unless I photograph it...? Ah. Too lazy.

Also, songs I enjoy. :D

(Gosh, I'm really dumping stuff on you all, aren't I?)

Stay safe out there! Don't get eaten by stray sharks and the like!

[silent-littles-blog]

I saw ur post about trying out doing HCs! Could I please request some of Caregiver Slayer from Guilty Gear Strive ? :>

Tysm!!!

- @thetinyblossom 🌸

SLAYER (GUILTY GEAR STRIVE) CG HC!!

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cw: padded regression, a single mention, idk if this is worth to be a cw but I saw a few people do it, its at the end so skip it if you want!

omg, my first ask!! thank you, let me try :]

Like I said in my previous post, I don't know that many fandoms and media, so my HCs can be inaccurate or what you might not look for. I'm sorry if any of these are the case. ^u^;

heard he's a vampire and a gentleman and has a wife . . .

augh also . . . i confuse this game with metal gear rising . so much, my bf likes both, so I got to know a tiny bit about this guy :>

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🦇 • Would probably watch spooky movies or horror movies with his little one. Prepare snacks that look like little bones, bugs or just funny shapes. (If you do not like bugs, he'd NOT make bug shaped snacks!)

♦️ • He probably likes luxurious drinks like wine? And give you strawberry juice or red colored milk to make it look like wine or blood.

🧛 • Has a comfy, king sized red bed. Cause, wife and comfort. Would let you occupy all the space while he rests on the edge.

🎃 • His wife probably adores you and makes you very delicious soup from foreign ingredients.

🦇 • Since he is from a fighting game, he's probably jacked. Very protective and carries his little around. Probably very active and wants to teach his kiddo some few attacks but he's very gentle and cautious?

♦️ • Fancy dad. Has fancy clothes. Will prepare the best outfit with and for you! Will let you wear whatever you like but if he wants to show you off, he will make you look fancy.

🎃 • Nicknames...probably some very gentle ones. 'Little bat' or 'Tiny bugling' or the average: 'Hun', 'Love', 'Little precious', etc.

🧛 • Lets you wander around his residence and pick books from the library for him to read you. He isn't vocal with voice acting but makes different tones.

🦇 • To me he seems like he can be a bit more emotional at times, so besides that gentle tone and slow gestures there can be a sparkle of intense positive emotions. Especially with his wife around and how it all feels like a family. You nail something? He cheers for you. You mess something up? He's on his way to help.

♦️ • Has a set of rules and is strict with them, I think his wife would probably make him be easier about them. I feel like he'd be more of a night person and prefer you to take regular naps over having a strict bedtime in the evening.

🎃 • I think he has no sense of colors and how creative you can be with them, so you requesting a colorful toy or a batch of crayons that are saturated would help him break through that.

🧛 • Very, very gentle. If you are upset, he lets you get it out by throwing fits or crying, but he will always hold you. Ofc he will be more cautious if you do not like to be held, in that case, he will get a pair of headphones and calm music.

🦇 • I feel like he can handle energetic and curious kiddos just as the ones that are more sleepy, except he might get too worried if they sleep too much, as I feel like he doesn't need that much sleep himself. Though on behalf of babysitting, same with kiddos with specific conditions or diagnosis, he is always up for them, he probably doesn't know too well about everything but with enough guidance he will try his best.

🧛 • I feel like littles who like goth/emo styles would looove him and he'd looove them too!!!

♦️• His wife probably handles changing padded regressors, he seems like too much of a clean guy to me. Tho, he doesn't mind them at all!

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I hope these are ok! I wish you a good day. :) Leave a note or something if you wanna let me know if I did good,,, /nf

[crystallizsch]

MAGIC CARPET FICS, ONE OF MY FAVORITE GENRES WITH THE SCARABIA DUO AND WITH JAMIL SPECIFICALLY

anyways my thoughts and reactions are below the cut aaaah ━━━━━━✦

Amidst the freshly poured rain we made our way far into the night. Do you recall the fresh smell of grass and trees soaked from the raindrops? I’ll make sure to remember them even when you have forgotten them.

RIGHT OUT THE GATE I CAN ALREADY FEEL MY HEART GOING WEEEE

i love the atmosphere already, especially since i love the vibe outside after it just rains, it’s just so calming and nice. and at night??? the experience is enhanced.

I hate to admit it, but I can’t say I regret following you.

JAMIL VIPER PLEASEEEE im SOBBING

It felt as if I could reach out to grab hold of it. At that moment I felt free. Free of my duties, free of worries, free from anything that held me responsible. Such a scary feeling. This taste of freedom can drive one mad if not watched closely. However, I know one day I’m going to reach that status of freedom.

STOPPP I LOVE THIS

“such a scary feeling” <- this part made me BAWL, the feeling of flying, reaching out and touching the moon ;;; there’s all sorts of symbolism here relating to jamil and his freedom im hfbdkjssbsk

and i love imagery of the paragraph before this, it feels so. alive. like i can feel the wonder and surprise that jamil is feeling just seeing the random happenings going around at nrc at night as well as simply seeing mundane sights that suddenly feel charming at that moment.

Maybe tonight we’ll have the chance to go out once more. I want to feel that same feeling I felt that night with you.

PLEASE

I shouldn’t get so carried away with such a feeling, I have my duties I must attend to. I have nothing to offer in return in thanks for showing me that wonderful sight. There’s nothing I hold that would balance out what you showed me.

I AM. SHAKING HIM. BACK AND FORTH. IM AJBDBDKSBJSJ WHY IS HE LIKE THIS

“there’s nothing i hold that would balance out what you showed me” <- AUGDHDHDBDJ THIS SHOULDN’T BE TRANSACTIONAL WHY ARE YOU DENYING YOURSELF HAPPINESS 👹

aggdjdhdjshns anyways i’m. Calm.

the fact that this experience was so memorable to him that he had to share with you through a letter what he felt makes me feel so 😭😭😭

augh this is so cute and so sweet. i’m literally crying

thank you again for writing such a lovely letter 🫶🫶🫶

Rainy skies

Notes: Jamil x reader, platonic, friends, magic carpet ride, still new to writing Jamil, letter, fluff, short letter.

Dear friend,

Amidst the freshly poured rain we made our way far into the night. Do you recall the fresh smell of grass and trees soaked from the raindrops? I’ll make sure to remember them even when you have forgotten them.

Still, you never paid attention to any of my warnings about going out. Instead, you pulled me onto that magic carpet to travel all through the night. I hate to admit it, but I can’t say I regret following you.

During our trip I discovered many sights I had never noticed before about NRC. Such as the chestnuts hidden behind the school building or even the unusual events which happen at night. Seeing those first years getting dragged by Floyd was a shocking sight to see. What’s even more shocking was how it appeared Malleus enjoys looking down at the world from the rooftops of the school. It’s no wonder Sebek and Silver always run into troubles when looking for him.

Once we reached the clouds, I was surprised to see the moon so close to us. It felt as if I could reach out to grab hold of it. At that moment I felt free. Free of my duties, free of worries, free from anything that held me responsible. Such a scary feeling. This taste of freedom can drive one mad if not watched closely. However, I know one day I’m going to reach that status of freedom.

Maybe tonight we’ll have the chance to go out once more. I want to feel that same feeling I felt that night with you.

No, on second thought, I don’t think I’ll do so. I shouldn’t get so carried away with such a feeling, I have my duties I must attend to. I have nothing to offer in return in thanks for showing me that wonderful sight. There’s nothing I hold that would balance out what you showed me. Still, I would like to return the favor. Why don’t we meet up after school tomorrow, from there we can find something together.

Till then,

Jamil Viper

[invisiblegarters]

Be My Favorite Ep 10

Ah, here we are again, friends and neighbors! Happy Frigay!

NOW KISS. Sober, for once.

(they do not kiss. But I have to say Krist has Kawi's starry eyes down)

Ugh Not. Fuck ooooooff. Every single time that I feel like he's been as awful as he can be, he's like "hold my beer." I hate him so much.

And good on Pear for eviscerating him.

I feel like I say this every week, but Kwan. Girl. Love yourself more. She really is just too nice to him and he never, ever deserves it. This impressed me before, but now I just want her to stay away from him. That's a dude that, no matter how much love you pour into him or how much decency you try to show him, it will never be enough. If they try to redeem him in the eleventh hour I will scream. He can change, but ffs, not in two episodes.

Man you know you're an ass when even your awful friends don't want to be around you.

I really like this conversation between Pear and her dad. Interesting how Pear and Kawi are very similar in that they want to make everything perfect, but the way they go about it is different. It makes me wonder what Pear would have done with a magic time traveling crystal ball. To be fair I think that we all want perfection, or something like that. It's just how well we cope with the realization that it's never going to go down that way that differs.

Oh, Dad, You're breaking my heart. Kawi's too. All this time Kawi has been feeling like he's failed his dad and his dad has been feeling the same way and they just don't have the time to really make it better. That's what hurts, the same way that that song Cat's in the Cradle does. That painful realization of all the wasted time. AUGH I'm not crying you're crying. I do love that his dad made him promise to live his life to the fullest, though. That's sweet. I am glad they did get one final moment.

Hahaha poor Pear having to listen to these two try to make her blame them so she doesn't blame the other.

She's being very mature about this. I love her so much. I love that every opportunity that this show apparently gives her to be the worst, she turns around and is the best instead. If only everyone else could learn from her. NOT.

MAAAAX! I missed him so much! Hi never miss an episode again. He's enjoying Kawi's discomfort too much, just like any decent best friend should. Oh hell this episode is gonna be the one with al the feelings everywhere, isn't it?

Oh no, mom's back. I can just tell she's going to be shitty about Kawi and Pisaeng. Is that where the drama in the final act is going to come from? Because I feel like she's very much the type to go after Kawi if Pisaeng refuses to play ball with her.

The thing with Pisaeng's mom is that she's so freaking insidiously awful. She says things that are not untrue on the surface - you know it will be hard for you being gay, you can't know if your relationship will survive, etc - but in a way that is meant to plant doubts and shame, not remind Pisaeng of her love and that she is there for him. She's thinking of herself first and foremost, and it shows, and it's awful and I don't like watching it, or watching Pisaeng have to go through it. Honestly it would be better if she just came right out and said she doesn't accept him, at this point.

Him going to Kawi for comfort is sweet, though. And okay I really like how Kawi is trying to be supportive. Too bad Pisaeng is more a "bottle it up until I explode" kind of dude.

Please show don't do the blushing maiden routine here. Please. It's not as bad as when Between Us pulled it with Team, I guess, but come on. We don't need that.

...Kawi what are you doing?

Huh. Okay that was kind of unexpected from mom. I want to believe that her awfulness comes from a wrongly expressed place of care and concern but I'm having a hard time with it.

Although I will admit Pisaeng going "I can use this to get affection" is kind of amusing. But also he could just ask for affection? They're together now, after all.

Max is my kinda dude.

Hm, okay the sex thing. I'm not sure that Kawi is sex repulsed, but he might be on the ace spectrum. If so, I really hope that at some point we see that actually get navigated because I think that it would be interesting to see, and I am mostly okay with this being the show to tackle it because for the most part it's been able to tackle other subjects with sensitivity.

Either way though this could be cleared up by talking, probably. Come on, Kawi, where's that forthrightness of yours now?

When Pisaeng tried the crystal ball thing I almost lost it. What if it had worked? Pisaeng think things through please dear god.

Heh. Love that Kawi knows all he has to do is whine at Pisaeng and he'll get whatever he wants.

Oh are we really doing a rollercoaster as a metaphor for sex? Are we doing that right now?

Yes. Yes, I'm pretty sure we are. And Kawi is saying nope. No thank you sir. But I bet he chooses to have some sort of ride by the end of the ep (I said it and I'm not sorry).

Whee, a sober kiss. And a decent one, too. Followed by that ride I was talking about.

Wait wait, WHAT IS THAT PREVIEW.

WHAT.

...did Pisaeng actually travel in time and we just don't know becuase when someone travels the other person doesn't see it the same way? Because Kawi traveled right in front of Pisaeng and Pisaeng had no clue...but Kawi returned to that moment. It does not look from the preview as though Pisaeng will be doing that, if in fact that's what happened.

Well my brain is fired up right now. Not that anyone will know because no one can see these right now, apparently. Time to unleash all my wildest theories on myself!

Current theory - Pisaeng time traveled before this and that twist of the globe was him going back to his timeline. For maximum fuckiness.

[cffeeluv]

shout out to this lovely anon who sent this in!!!

as promised here it is :-)

i’m sorry if this isn’t that good,, i was trying to not babble on :-(

!! MINORS PLEASE DNI !!

very NSFW underneath ;-), female reader

throughout your relationship with michael, you both were keen to experiment and try different things sexually. you both communicated frequently when getting intimate with one another. on one of these occasions, you had brought up the idea of buying each other one of those miniature vibrators, the ones that can be controlled by the other person. at first, michael couldn't grasp the concept on how it worked, seeming baffled at the idea that such a thing existed, but after spending time researching about it together, he was all for it. it would be a first time experience for both of you, and after looking online for a while, you both had found the one that looked perfect, you placed the order, and began the wait on it arriving.

3 days later, your doorbell rang and was greeted with a brown box sitting on the doorstep which was blank apart from your address on it, you knew exactly what was inside. excited, you ran up the stairs, bursting through your bedroom where michael was, you shook the box, hearing the contents inside rattling about. "it's here!" you simply said. michael sat up on the bed, as you joined him. you began to open up the parcel, revealing what was inside. you both stared at it, you grabbed it, investing it and having a closer look. "how do we use it?" michael asked, reaching in the box and pulling out the remote that came with it. after looking at the instructions in great detail and talking over about it, an idea had entered your head. you both made plans to go to the mall and shop around, what better way to spice up your shopping experience? you suggested to michael that you insert it in yourself before you both head out, and he controls it, but to your surprise michael piped up and said what if he was the one with the toy inside him, and you were the one who had full control. almost taken aback, you loved that idea a whole lot better.

you both arrived at the mall, knowing all the control you had over a simple vibrator which was inside your boyfriend made you feel hot all over. you would start off teasing him, putting it on the lowest setting, but after seeing little reaction from him, you decided to kick it up a notch. you turned the vibrator up to the maximum, and michael stopped in his tracks holding back his moans. "Oh,, god" he uttered out, his legs basically turning to jelly. your lips spread into a smile as you giggled at his reaction, leaving the setting on the highest possible. michael grabbed your hand, making you turn off the vibrator as he dragged you to the nearest bathroom, not caring about who seen, he needed you and needed you now. he pushed you into the bathroom stall, making you sit on the toilet as he towered over you. "turn it back on" he said sternly, obeying him immediately. you noticed how hard he had gotten, taking this to your full advantage you pulled his zipper down, then his jeans, then his underwear, you spat on your hand and began stroking his dick for a moment before putting him in your mouth. he covered his mouth with his hand, panting at the sensation from both you and the toy inside him. you looked up at him with doe like eyes "let me hear you". that sentence alone drove him crazy, letting out the hottest pornographic moans you had ever heard. it turned you on beyond belief knowing how good you were making him feel, you upped the pace with your mouth, begging him to finish on your tongue. michael was close, his moans becoming frantic, one hand gripping your hair, whilst the other was on the wall, trying to keep himself up. the overstimulation michael was experiencing was extreme, painful almost, but in the best way possible. you began jerking him off with your hand again, mouth wide open with his tip resting on your tongue. "augh..i'm cumming" he whimpered, your eyes locking with his as he finished in your mouth, you happily swallowed. michael was breathing heavily trying to collect himself. he brought his hand to your face, his thumb gently stroking your bottom lip, before putting his thumb into your mouth as you sucked on it gently, michael looked at you with lust, he was in too much euphoria to speak. you both gave it a good half hour before eventually leaving the public bathroom, still not caring about who had seen or heard you both. you have both found your new favourite thing.

[scalproie]

"scorpion decides to protect kuai to make up for killing his brother" wait oh my god hold on a second oh god fuck augh jesus fuck thats so SWEET like in a sad way but SWEET AW GOD MAN. PLEASE. TELL ME MORE. PROTECT HOW??? is it like a one time thing or a more permanent deal come on man give me the deets

ok ok ok heres the full deets

The whole protector thing takes place in the old timeline so bear with me

So for context: Bi-Han aka Sub Zero killed Hanzo and then two years later, competed in the Mortal Kombat tournament cause the Lin Kuei sent him to assassinate Shang Tsung for a mission. There, Hanzo, now Scorpion reborn in the netherrealm (basically hell), took his revenge on him and killed him. Thats it for their storyline in mk1.

then mk2:

^ Basically sums it up, in order from top to bottom: Kuai Liang/the new Sub Zero's mk2 intro, Scorpion's mk2 intro, Scorpion's mk2 ending, and Sub Zero's mk2 ending.

John Tobias (co-creator) touched on this in his mortal kombat 2 comic, here's scorpion showing up to save sub zero from reptile:

This is three literal pages away from the ending, scorpion literally only showed up just to do that, and then theyre kinda vibing next to each other in the next panels until the end of the comic. It's technically their first interaction and they already have a vibe it's so funny. Took less than a game.

Scorpion's guardian role is touched upon again in his mk3 ending:

In which he switches sides as soon as he discover Subz is on the other team

Then comes mk4 which introduces Quan Chi, and theres some minor retcons to make it so Quan Chi orchestrated the whole Elder Subz/Scorpion rivalry. Quan Chi is also manipulating Scorpion into going after the Younger Subz once more by telling him that Subz killed his family, so gone are the protector days, sadly.

In Scorpion's (canon) mk4 ending, Scorpy beat Subz and as Subz is laying there, he tells Scorpion that he didnt do it, and as on cue, Quan Chi shows up to... brag??? That he did it. So Scorpion tackles him and teleport them both further into hell, the 5th level precisely, before T-posing while Quan Chi goes "nnnNNNOOOOOO"

In Subz's (non-canon) mk4 ending, Subz beat Scorpion and Scorpion monologue a bit before passing out, and Quan Chi sneak behind Subz and fucking knock him out, he then brag AGAIN about how he manipulated them both and Scorpion wakes up and fucking explodes Quan Chi. Then Subz & Scorp kinda stand there for a second, until Scorpion tells Subz that he's free from his curse, and that he wish the Lin Kuei warrior to live well, to which Subz reply "arright"

And... that's kinda it for their shared stories! They dont have any official interactions in the following game outside of standing aesthetically pleasingly next to each other, or beating each other in concept art because their rivalry is also aesthetically pleasing. They have their own stuff going on in the following games's """stories""". Quan Chi replaced Subz as Scorpion's mortal enemy and Subz has to deal with his own clan bs.

Their LAST interaction before the reboot in his Armageddon, in the intro where they have their very last fight, but it's kind of a free for all between every characters and everyone is kind of in a frenzy. In any case, Subz kills Scorpion before being killed by Baraka.

There's also this:

Now idk what OFFICIALY this concept art was supposed to meant, if it was supposed to be either Scorpion's or Subz's ending, but its very real and you can unlock it in the Armageddon's gallery.

Anyway that would be it for "Scorpion decides to protect Kuai to make up for killing his brother"! Still wild to me how actually a big part of Scorpion's character this ended up being, two whole games. Their fated rivalry barely lasted one. Anyway.

They ended up naming mk11's klassic Scorpion costume after this!

They might also have referenced Scorpion's protector days a bit in the last animated movie that came out, considering Scorpion saved Kuai four goddamn times over the span of the movie.

[kanene-yaaay]

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL AND THE SUN IS BRIGHT AND THE WORLD IS SINGING BECAUSE SQUEAKY BLESSED ALL OF US SIMPLE MORTALS WITH ONE OF HER MOST INCREDIBLE STORIES AGAIN LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO!!!!

All and every spoiler under the cut because I am SHAKING in excitment.

Okay I just started to read and I can not STRESS how much funny is for me to read all about Lan Zhan loving his routine and organization and order and everything when I just KNOW that Wei Wuxian - THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE TEHEEEE- will just come and like a hurricane leave any and everything out of place

AUGH THE ANGST AUGH I DIDN'T EXPECT IT

SHAKING LAN ZHAN BY THE SHOULDERS. HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE, WEI WUXIAN COME HERE AND HUG UR HUSBAND

Bruh for a moment I just felt like Lan Zhan, all sorrowful and sad and the moment that he got into home and saw his beloved, teasing and being cute, I'm tearing up like in real life. Themmmm. They have so much love.

Me, reading the part where Lan Zhan carries Wei Wuxian in bridal style and starts carressing his back softly and full of love: <3 <3 <3 awwww <3 <3

Me, reading "'Unusually gentle.' He mused, shifting in his husband's hold in an attempt to remove his pants as they approached their bed": HEY HEY HEY CALM DOWN LET'S ALL CALM DOWN HERE

Mah bro literallly saw his husband walking to him and went like "Well, time to get back to work i guess. lemme just take out these pants-"

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"Shameless"

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[Wei Wuxian's delighted and delightful laughter rung pleasantly in his mind, the same sound he had heard since his youth transporting him back to that fateful night in the rooftops of Cloud Recesses. Loud, mischievous, carefree Wei Wuxian laughing in joy as they drew their swords. Even back then he knew that laugh, that smile, that troublemaker was his everything.]

SOBBING ON THE FLOOR AAAAA SO CUTE SO PRECIOUS SO MUCH LOVEEEEEE

You really didn't lie when you said that was the softest, fluffy thing ever like GOSH! I don't even have a comment for the entire cuddling moment because it's so soft, so sweet, domestic and cute that please just imagine me hugging my phone and occasionally tearing up and smiling and kicking my legst twirling my hair because GOOOOOSH HOW ADORABLY ADORABLE CAN THEY GEEEEET!!

Lan Zhan saying Wei Wuxian's name only to see if he is awake and Wei Wuxian answering with such energy and love aughhhhh i can'ttttt

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[Lan Wangji hummed in response. Wei Wuxian hated to admit it, but he was turning into an old man. There was no other reasonable explanation as to why his husband's comforting voice and touch— as wonderful as they were— were enough to almost lull him to sleep before it was even Hai Shi, when he was brimming with energy mere moments earlier. He was almost thankful for Lan Wangji's touch gradually lightening, the goosebumps-inducing drag of nails over his skin enough to keep him awake and aware, instead of drifting off when he could be spending quality time cuddling with his favorite person.]

OHOHOHOHOHOH WE'RE GETTING CLOSER!! I CAN FEEL IT!!! I CAN ALMOST HEAR THE GIGGLES AND SQUEAKS WER'RE GETTING CLOSER!!! THIS IS NOT A BAIT, I REPEAT: WE'RE GETTING CLOSER!!!

[He was perfectly happy lounging in Lan Wangji's arms and being on the receiving end of his care, until his breath hitched in his throat and the pressure of fingers exploring his back crossed the threshold of 'dangerously light' territory.]

VAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TEHEEEEEE CARAI GIGGLING KICKING MY LEGS TWIRLING MY HAIR EHEHEHEEEEE RIP MY BROOOO WEI WUXIAN AHAHAHA YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET! DESTROYED! WITH! LOVE!!!!

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THE PART ABOUT WEI WUXIAN BEING HORRIBLY TICKLISH NOW IN MO'S BODY IS ONE OF MY FAV HEADCANOS AND AAAAA HOW HAPPY I AM TO SEE IT HERE AAAA <3 <3

[But, fate, as it seemed, took it upon its own hands to uphold karmic justice. Mo Xuanyu's body, in his far from biased opinion, of course, was insanely ticklish. Everywhere. A design flaw his beloved, endlessly benevolent yet merciless and cruel husband happily, constantly took advantage of. There was no way to tell if Lan Wangji was purposefully teasing him or if he had no such intentions, at least not without catching his eyes.]

Almost got feral at this paragraph and start bitting my pillow and shaking my head oof, thank god, essa foi quase, i hope that there won't be any more sentences like this in the fanfic oof, bet i will totally be able to maintain all the ounces of control here

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["You know, usually by now you'd already be pounding me into the bed. Why the change?" He blurted out, preening in victory when the man grew still. Better yet, Wei Wuxian's hand playing with Lan Wangji's hair brushed against a suddenly very warm ear.]

I ALMOST CRACKLED OUT LOUD CALMA LÁ WEI WUXIAN MY BRO HOLD OUR HORSES THERE ARE STILL CHILDREN WALKING AROUND

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HE TRYING TO WALK AWAY UNDER THE PRETENSE OF "CHECKING UNDER THE FLOOR FOR EMPTY JARS" OHOHOHO WEI WUXIAN YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWAHERE!! Look at Lan Zhan, your love, your husband, u think after 16 years he will be letting you go? e s p e c i a l l y if he is feeling mischiveous??? good luck good luck

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NO WAYYYYY, I AM READING THE PART WHERE THEY HOLD HANDS AND LAN ZHAN GRABS HIS WRITS AND I THOUGHT "If he kisses wei ying's wrists our dear patriarch yilling is going to DIE omg it would be so cute" AND GUESS WHAT Literally screaming!!!!! Those two!!!! I caaaant!!!!

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Bruh, I was going to go thro every few paragraphs and comment but when the tickling part got in I literally couldn't reading and I think I will combust at any moment now BUT STILL YOU WILL GET YOUR COMMENTS EVEN IF I END UP MELTING AND BEING WASHED AWAY BY THE RAIN. SING BALLADS IN MY FUNERAL, WILL YOU

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I already told you but I am going to tell you again: HOLY FUCK UR PACING!!! The way that it starts with just the lightest graze of fingers on his back and then we have Lan Zhan realizing (because of course he knows and is going to take ALL the advantages of his poor, awfully ticklish husband) and Wei Wuxian just letting go of his control when he gets bonded by the forehead ribbon AND DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO ESCAPE IT. HE WAS SO FROZEN BY THE TENDERNESS THAT FELL RIGHT INTO HIS TRAP

The part where he says "Lan Zhan, not so light!" AND THEM LAN FREAKING TICKLE MONSTER ZHAN STARTS TO TICKLE HIM EVEN MORE LIGHT KJHGFDFGHAAAAAAAAAAAA I HAVE NO WORDS!! LITERALLY NO WORDS BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Lan Zhan tickled like it was an art, with a grace that would have anyone believing he'd been trained in it his entire life. Gentle, loving touches drifted across his skin sweetly and reverently, like every inch was worth being committed to memory and doused in affection.]HOW CAN YOU BE SO POETIC WHEN TALKING ABOUT TICKLING AND GIGGLING AND SILLYNESS I AM SHAKING YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS!

["Wei Ying should thank him for helping you laugh so freely."

["Do not hide your smile from me."]

Literally shaking in the tune of shattering glass

Also! The kisses! The nibbles! The tickles under the chin (the fact that this is such a ticklish spot for him is literally the definition of karma. Seeing him just literally lose his mind with it absolutely held my soul and gave me like 30 years more of life. Not gonna lie, this fichas a LOT of moments that are the favorite of mine but this one... B R U H. AMAZING)

AND IN THE BEGINNING I WAS DEFENDING LAN ZHAN BECAUSE HE COUD NOT HAVE DISTRACTED WEI WUXIAN W KISSES ONLY TO ABSOLUTELY DESTROY HIS BELLY WITH TICKLES LATER BUT THEN I GOT ON THE END HE DID IT AGAIN LKJHGFGHJKGBHJ Lan Zhan you sneaky sneak

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS NEW TICKLING TECHINIQUE BTW??? Count on our dear Lan Totally Whipped And Maddly In Love Zhan to create an ENTIRE NEW FOR OF TICKLING just to make his beloved laugh and smile!! Poor wwx went right into hysterics immediately juhygtfrgthyjh so so sooooooooooo good! I never thought in using the passing qi thing as something ticklis, your mind!!!!!

And don't even get me started about the massage + tickling. That is what I am talking about!!! Wei Wuxian being absolutely PAMPERED as he deserves!!

["Unless I'm wrong? Should I ask Zewu-Jun for some stories of giggly A-Zhan?"]

I am. so normal. about this. totally normal thoughts. no internally screaming or going into the space. yeah. normal.

Then we get the very own patriarch yilling, the master of demonic cultivation asking for the tickles? I am dead on the floor. How can they both be so utterly in love and so so sooooft omg <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 my heart is absolutely melted with the domestic cuteness of all of it

Now, I know i already mentioned how much soft and cute is the moments where both Lan ZHan and Wei Wuxian describe how much they love and care about each other, and Lan Zhan's part being followed by so much dotting and caring, soft touches is absolutely delightful, truly. Each sentence only made everything much sweeter and amazing. I truly, truly loved this fic <3 <3 <3 thank you so much for writing and sharing it <3

Tenderness.

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi / Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Characters: Lee!Wei Wuxian, Ler!Lan Wangji

Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, Wei Wuxian being Wei Wuxian (some suggestive comments but nothing actually happens)

Word count: around 8.300 words

Summary: There are days where all Lan Wangji wants is to shower his husband in his affections.

A/N: This is the softest, sappiest thing I've ever written. Fluff and feelings without plot. God bless. (THANK YOU @kanene-yaaay FOR SCREAMING BACK AND FORTH WITH ME ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS FOR AN UNHOLY AMOUNT OF TIME, INSPIRING ME TO WRITE THIS. A MILLION THANKS AND HUGS TO YOU.)

Slouching was forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.

Even so, the weight on his shoulders did not lessen.

Lan Wangji had always meticulously followed his routine, unless disaster struck and he had no choice but to deviate from it. He was a man of habits. There was a proper time and place for everything, a carefully constructed schedule that should be followed. There was a proper time to rise in the morning. A proper time to tend to the affairs of his sect. A proper time to train his disciples. A proper time to retire for the day.

Such a schedule was followed rigorously and with precision so long as Lan Wangji was within the boundaries of Cloud Recesses.

Every day. For longer than Lan Wangji was willing to reflect on, lest the metaphorical weight on his shoulders only worsen. For countless days he had gone through the motions like there wasn't a gaping, bleeding gash in his heart that was the absence of Wei Wuxian.

Those days were far too painful to remember.

But they were long past. He now had his husband (his husband) safely by his side each night, teaching his own classes and running around causing mischief all throughout Cloud Recesses in the daytime when he thought Lan Wangji would be none the wiser.

Things were much, much better. Infinitely better. Perfect, he would say. Yet with Wei Wuxian not in his immediate sight as he followed the same grief-coated routine he did for years, sometimes it was easy to forget he had his fated one back in his life. That the loving moments they shared were indeed real and not dreams that taunted him with what he couldn't have. Quite a few times he felt consumed by an inexplicable wave of sorrow, only for it to be dispersed as he caught sight of his husband or heard his uncle fuming about something the man had done.

There was not a single minute of the day when Lan Wangji did not yearn for Wei Wuxian. Did not yearn to be with him. Some days, not acting on that urge bordered on painful.

Which is why returning to his bedchambers at the Jingshi at nighttime, where he would be warmly greeted by the love of his life, was undoubtedly one of his most cherished moments of the day.

"Lan Zhan!" Chirped a cheerful voice as the door shut behind him. His favorite cheerful voice. "You're early today!"

Lan Wangji stilled as his gaze fell upon Wei Wuxian. The former Yiling Laozu stood by the bathtub in the corner of the room, his frame half-obscured by the privacy screen sectioning his living space. With a mere glance his eyes were drawn to the way in which the man's damp hair stuck to his neck and cascaded down his bare back. Dressed in nothing but his pants.

Lan Wangji had discovered, recently, that he was also a man of instincts, when he allowed himself to be.

Wei Wuxian's smile grew impossibly wider as Lan Wangji strode towards him, the Second Jade of Lan's eyes dark with a longing Wei Wuxian was intimately familiar with. He schooled his features into a teasing smirk, a playfully scolding tone edge his voice. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you're insatiable! I just got out of the bath- Lan Zhan!" An undignified sputter fell from his lips as Wei Wuxian felt hands pressing onto his back and slipping underneath his knees, hoisting him up into a bridal carry.

Rather than to be practically and enthusiastically tossed onto the bed as he occasionally was as they initiated their daily activities, which they had gleefully engaged in in the morning, Wei Wuxian remained cradled to Lan Wangji's chest. Nestled like a bunny, Wei Wuxian only blushed at the sensation of Lan Wangji's fingers on his back tracing small, light circles on the bare skin. 'Unusually gentle.' He mused, shifting in his husband's hold in an attempt to remove his pants as they approached their bed at a slower pace than Wei Wuxian would have liked.

"No need." Lan Wangji gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, setting Wei Wuxian down on the mattress with such tenderness he felt as if he were made of glass.

"You're always welcome to rip them off yourself." Wei Wuxian flashed him an impish grin, innuendo dripping from his voice. To his confusion and disappointment, his husband did not rise to the bait nor get that fetching blush that he oh so loved to cause. Lan Wangji's features softened to a point even someone unfamiliar with the art of reading Lan Wangji (Wei Wuxian had long mastered such art, he did!) would have been able to tell.

With a smile almost far too fond, Lan Wangji towered over his lover, who still stared up at him with a sultry gaze. "Shameless." He took off his boots and lowered himself next to Wei Wuxian, laying on his side as to face his love. His arms sneaked around the younger man's frame and pulled him close, holding him against his chest in a protective embrace. If Lan Wangji could have his way, his wish would be to never have to let go.

The soothing, familiar scent of sandalwood washed over Wei Wuxian as Lan Wangji's face pressed against the crook of his neck. Unmoving beyond that point. He could feel Lan Wangji's eyes drifting to a close, the man's eyelashes fluttering against his skin. Wei Wuxian felt his cheeks heating up slightly at the domestic affection and surrendered himself to the comfort of the cultivator's hold, sighing contentedly as he snuggled closer.

"Aiya, who would have guessed the mighty Hanguang-Jun was this cuddly? If you hold me any tighter I might cough out cotton since you're so insistent on making a stuffed toy out of me." Said the former boogeyman of the cultivation world, pressed snugly against Lan Wangji, clinging onto him as he too laced his arms around his beloved.

Bliss. He would have died a hundred deaths if it meant he could spend eternity like this afterwards.

"Only with you." Came the muffled response, Lan Wangji's face still tucked into Wei Wuxian's neck, hiding the pink that tinged his ears.

Only with his Wei Ying, and no one else.

He had waited thirteen years for this, if only to be able to hear Wei Wuxian's voice again if he couldn't have him the way he desired. Diligently and faithfully, despite his brother's knowing and consoling looks and despite young Lan Sizhui's cries for his Xian-gege. Those had stung more than the strike of any whip, had almost made him succumb under the weight of his loss, but he persevered. He had to. If Lan Wangji couldn't have hope, then he had nothing.

He tightened his hold on Wei Wuxian, just slightly. Thankfully, he didn't seem to protest.

"Are we going to sleep already?" Wei Wuxian nudged him with his nose after what, to Wei Wuxian, felt like prolonged silence. "It's not even Hai Shi yet, and you're still dressed. And we didn't put off the lights. How are we supposed to fall asleep like this?"

He couldn't fault Wei Wuxian for the assumption, though he wished his husband would stay awake so this peaceful, quiet (or as quiet as Wei Wuxian would allow. He couldn't say he wouldn't be content with endless chatter as well, if it was Wei Wuxian filling the silence) moment could be shared between the two of them. In the last few days, between their responsibilities, Wei Wuxian's shenanigans, night-hunts and passionate sex lives, they rarely got to spend time simply existing in their home within each other's arms that didn't include drifting off to sleep or waking up in the morning. That would not do. Lan Wangji would have to remedy that.

Even so, when the man beside him let out a long, dramatic yawn, Lan Wangji caved. With a flick of his hand and a stream of spiritual energy he extinguished most of the lanterns in the room, leaving only a couple to bask them in a warm, dim lighting. "You may sleep if you wish to. I... want to hold you for a while longer."

Wei Wuxian let out a tiny, fake sleepy sound in response, which would hopefully distract Lan Wangji from the color adorning his cheeks. He willed himself to stay as still as possible, certainly because he intended on going to sleep and not because wanted to keep enjoying being held by his husband. "Goodnight, Lan Zhan." Naturally, he failed. His hand reached out to play with the man's forehead ribbon, twirling it around his finger. He would get chilly soon, laying in bed without at least an undershirt in this time of year, but he wasn't backing down now.

"Mn. Sleep well."

Only then, with Wei Wuxian laying peacefully in his arms, did Lan Wangji allow himself to fully relax. He pulled back- only slightly so, though Wei Wuxian's dramatic whine of protest seemed to imply otherwise- so he could unabashedly stare at his husband. His eyes traced the younger man's features, lingering at the curl of his lips into a delighted smile as he undoubtedly felt Lan Wangji's gaze on him.

It had been jarring at first, seeing Wei Wuxian's smile- which he treasured above all else, tucked safely in his heart amidst a field of gentian flowers- on the face of another. But even in a body not originally his, everything he did screamed Wei Wuxian, and all nagging doubts or worries in his mind were washed away the moment that smile was directed at him.

Lan Wangji would always be thankful to Mo Xuanyu, but the body nestled in his embrace was his no longer. This was entirely, wholly and completely, Wei Wuxian.

Though he did wish he could have become this well acquainted with Wei Wuxian's original body. He wished for those silver eyes on him as he was caught stealing yearning glances as a teenager. He wished he could have held the man's cheek in his hand, transfixed by that youthful smile, untouched by war and loss. He did not understand how, even now, after all he had suffered through, Wei Wuxian continued to smile so brightly.

Wei Wuxian's delighted and delightful laughter rung pleasantly in his mind, the same sound he had heard since his youth transporting him back to that fateful night in the rooftops of Cloud Recesses. Loud, mischievous, carefree Wei Wuxian laughing in joy as they drew their swords. Even back then he knew that laugh, that smile, that troublemaker was his everything.

Lan Wangji was not his brother. Though his husband would firmly object, he did not have a talent for creating amusing, easy-going atmospheres where people were prone to smile. And so, every smile from his loved ones was a blessing. A gift.

Which is why, months after vanishing without a trace during the war, Wei Wuxian crushed him the moment Lan Wangji laid eyes on him. Neither the roaring, green flames nor the haunting sounds of the dizi mattered to him in that instant. Neither did the army of fierce corpses, as much as it had shamed him to admit it to himself back then.

Wei Ying was alive. Wei Ying's smile was cold, cruel and malicious.

Relief and horror had battled within him, the latter churning heavily in his stomach unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Lan Wangji held him a little closer.

The pain of memory was not something he would associate Wei Wuxian's smile with. Not when there were far more pleasant things to associate it to.

"Wei Ying."

"Lan Zhan!" The demonic cultivator chirped a little too enthusiastically for someone who had supposedly gone to sleep.

"Wanted to know if you were still awake." He responded when Wei Wuxian eyed him questioningly. "...Are you not tired?"

"I am! Exhausted!" Wei Wuxian made a show out of stretching his limbs and yawning excessively loud. "Hanguang-Jun, what are you Lans feeding these disciples? Are you sneaking them anything other than that rabbit food you all eat when I'm not looking? I had to watch Jingyi copy rules while on a handstand today! For hours! And he didn't even fall once! I got tired just from looking! Where does that arm strength come from?"

Ah. So, not tired.

In that case, Wei Wuxian could not blame him if he kept him awake for longer.

He let his hand roam the expanse of Wei Wuxian's back, firm and warm as it made its way down. A content little noise escaped the smaller man at the skin to skin contact. He would have sunk further into Lan Wangji's embrace, if possible. "Lan Zhan, how can you ignore your dear husband?" Wei Wuxian pouted, yet ultimately succumbed to the pleasant feeling. "But this feels nice."

Lan Wangji hummed in response. Wei Wuxian hated to admit it, but he was turning into an old man. There was no other reasonable explanation as to why his husband's comforting voice and touch— as wonderful as they were— were enough to almost lull him to sleep before it was even Hai Shi, when he was brimming with energy mere moments earlier. He was almost thankful for Lan Wangji's touch gradually lightening, the goosebumps-inducing drag of nails over his skin enough to keep him awake and aware, instead of drifting off when he could be spending quality time cuddling with his favorite person.

He was perfectly happy lounging in Lan Wangji's arms and being on the receiving end of his care, until his breath hitched in his throat and the pressure of fingers exploring his back crossed the threshold of 'dangerously light' territory.

In his first life, Wei Wuxian was proud to say he was barely ticklish.

Okay, that was a lie. But he wasn't devastatingly ticklish. At least nowhere near Jiang Cheng's level, who barked with laughter as soon as he was touched and tried to disguise it as an annoyed yell. Or, gods forbid, Nie Huaisang's, who shrieked and flinched away before he was even touched. (Wei Wuxian took the blame for Huaisng's unwilling breaking of the 'Do not make loud noises' rule during their lectures at Cloud Recesses quite often. It was worth it.)

But, fate, as it seemed, took it upon its own hands to uphold karmic justice. Mo Xuanyu's body, in his far from biased opinion, of course, was insanely ticklish. Everywhere. A design flaw his beloved, endlessly benevolent yet merciless and cruel husband happily, constantly took advantage of. There was no way to tell if Lan Wangji was purposefully teasing him or if he had no such intentions, at least not without catching his eyes.

And, after happening many times, there were two things he knew by heart.

One, if he saw Lan Wangji was indeed provoking him, there would be no stifling a nervous giggle.

Two, the moment that first giggle was out, he was done for.

He needed a diversion and he needed to work fast.

"You know, usually by now you'd already be pounding me into the bed. Why the change?" He blurted out, preening in victory when the man grew still. Better yet, Wei Wuxian's hand playing with Lan Wangji's hair brushed against a suddenly very warm ear.

But his triumph was short-lived. Wei Wuxian sucked in a breath as the wandering fingers on his back curled and uncurled ever so slightly, slowly crawling up and down his spine. He forced his body to freeze, sheer will and flustered trepidation keeping him from arching away in a fit of squeals. A chorus of half-hearted protests rang in his mind, which he was pretty sure he could feel scurrying around in his skull and giggling in anticipation. He could talk his way out of this for sure, right? He's talked his way out of much worse situations before, so a potentially mischievous Lan Wangji should be no trouble, surely. All he needed to do was keep talking, even if it was to spew nonsense. "Lan Zhan! Have you been drinking? Without me? Is that why you're acting different?"

Lan Wangji, to his own credit, did nothing more than huff in that particular way Wei Wuxian knew meant he was being laughed at. "No."

"So if I peek under the floorboard, I won't find an empty bottle? Maybe I should check to make sure Hanguang-Jun wasn't parading around Cloud Recesses while drunk. How scandalous would that be, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian shifted to rise out of bed and inconspicuously scamper from his husband's hold without making his intentions too obvious.

He tried, rather. He squirmed, he twisted, he shot Lan Wangji that slightly awkward smile he did after he'd been resurrected and didn't know exactly where they stood with each other. But the arms wrapped securely around him. Would. Not. Budge.

"I have not been in the Jingshi since morning, I could not have drunk. You know this." Lan Wangji noted, a sliver of amusement in his voice and ooh, Wei Wuxian knew he was screwed.

Skillful fingers between his shoulder blades drew out a gasp from him, which he promptly disguised as a forceful laugh. It was fine. No need to panic. He could hold in a few giggles, how hard could it be? "Right! Right, silly me."

Lan Wangji had to know what he was doing, that utter menace of a man. No one ever believed him when he said the Second Jade of Lan did, in fact, have a handful mischievous of bones in his body, contrary to popular belief. Apparently, not only was 'Sorry, Hanguang-Jun was feeling too affectionate and decided he had to tickle me silly' not a valid excuse for disheveled appearance, but earned him an extra glare from the Lan elders for 'lying'. Even when Hanguang-Jun himself admitted to it. Real unfair, in his opinion. Though he did always have as much fun as his husband when Lan Wangji got the best of him.

Maybe it was that thought that caused him to slack in his efforts. A single finger strayed too close to his side, and Wei Wuxian shivered. He couldn't have scooted more than an inch away, yet Lan Wangji caught onto the movement like a spiritual animal.

Lan Wangji merely stared, a ghost of a smile on his lips as his finger carried on. "Wei Ying. Stay still."

"I can't help it!" Wei Wuxian broke into a wobbly grin, his side muscles twitching. He glanced pleadingly up at the other, commanding a sultry tone into his voice even as his huffs bordered on giggling. "If you want to show love to yohour precious husband, thehehere's other ways you could use your hands."

Warm eyes took in every detail of his face, lingering on upturned lips. "Mn." Wei Wuxian heard, and yet before he could think of celebrating his victory- "No."

It happened so quickly Wei Wuxian barely processed it. With an agility rarely seen outside of battle, his upper body shot up and his hands flew to protect his side as an onslaught of touches ripped a laugh from his throat. Lan Wangji sat up and swiftly laced their fingers, just enough strength in his grip to have Wei Wuxian pause and glance at their joined hands with an honest to gods bashful expression. "Or you could- you could do that. That's fine too. Holding hands I mean."

For a lingering moment the two simply sit there, holding each other's hands and gazing into each other's eyes. Wei Wuxian would babble if his heart weren't beating so strongly in his chest he felt it in his throat. Without breaking eye contact, Lan Wangji released his hold only to instead clasp slightly below his partner's wrists.

Silently, Wei Wuxian watched his own wrist being brought closer to the man across from him. The pristine looking-cultivator, who he knew wouldn't look amiss among heavenly officials, his Lan Zhan, bent forward and pressed his lips against the skin of his inner wrist in a tender kiss. Wei Wuxian gawked. Lan Wangji repeated the motion with his other wrist. The demonic cultivator thought he might have accidentally activated a warmth talisman somehow- was the Jingshi warmer all of a sudden?

Wei Wuxian was brought back to his senses by something white and flimsy-looking moving in his field of vision. The sacred ribbon of the Gusu Lan sect slid off of Lan Wangji's forehead. Wei Wuxian hadn't even noticed the man letting go of him to untie it. Only when the white, cloud-embroidered cloth neared his wrists did Wei Wuxian's traitorous lips quirk upwards without his permission.

"Lan Zhan-" He squeaked and scooted backwards. "What are you doing-"

"You said you couldn't help it." Hanguang-Jun easily followed after him. Faster than a blink the sturdy fabric bound his wrists together, a knot- TWO knots- sealing his fate. "I am helping Wei Ying stay still."

With one light push, Wei Wuxian's back hit the mattress and blunt fingernails grazed idly along his top ribs. Any resolve he had been harboring in the past minutes abandoned ship, and it had the audacity to wave him goodbye too. "I dihihihidn't mehehehean ihihit lihihike thahahat!"

The look on Lan Wangji's face was deceptively innocuous as he happily and deliberately misinterpreted what he had heard. "Would you like them to be tied behind your back instead?"

"I thohohought yohou ohohonly dihid thahat whehehen yohohou're druhuhunk!" Wei Wuxian shot him the most betrayed look he could muster. It was promptly countered by his eyes nearly sealing shut with the force of his smile as a finger softly scratched at the skin between the bones. A faint tug on the ribbon binding his wrists had him snatching them away from Lan Wangji's reach. "Nohoho! They're fihihine lihike thihihis!"

Wei Wuxian wished he could kiss that smug microexpression off his face. Or better yet, morph it into that wide and radiant smile he ever got to see when the roles were reversed.

All thoughts of payback were pushed to the back of his mind by warm lips peppering kisses along his face. He swore up and down the only reason for his nonstop giggling was the electric sensation of his ribcage being skillfully played like a guqin and not at all because he swooned like a bashful maiden.

A musical cultivator indeed, his Lan Zhan. Long and slender fingers vibrated and practically plucked his ribs as if they were strings, the wide range of sounds being drawn out of him only adding to the comparison. The Second Jade of Lan was definitely focused as if he had his instrument lying in front of him, picking a spot and sticking to it regardless of any attempts to be pushed away. Wei Wuxian used to believe he had a thick face. That was before he knew the feeling of being under Hanguang-Jun's undivided attention and affections. He almost wished they were back in their teenage years, swordfighting on the roofs instead of this. (He did not say that part out loud. Lan "Lying is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses" Zhan could smell a lie from miles away, if it came from him.) At least that didn't have his heart doing somersaults in his chest or have his face flushing like a Lan fed peppers.

"Why tihihicklihihing?"

Lan Wangji did not answer, his mouth occupied trailing kisses on Wei Wuxian's jawline, which he deemed much more important than talking. His hands wandered up his ribcage, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake with his barely-there touch.

Wei Wuxian was raised in Lotus Pier, alongside Jiang Cheng and their martial brothers, who- in true Yunmeng Jiang spirit- were happy to roughhouse. It was the norm, actually. He was more than used to being on the receiving end of tickle fights, it was no big deal, honestly! He'd grown to expect quick, ruthless and overwhelming attacks where he felt as if his nerves were on fire- those that had him shrieking and flailing as soon as he was touched- aimed to weaken him so he couldn't turn the tables. He was limp and breathless within seconds, but it's not like it really affected him much. It was as fun as any other game he played, and that was it. No mushy-gushy feelings involved.

With Lan Zhan, it was a whole different story. Fingers prodding softly at his underarms made him all too aware of that.

Lan Zhan tickled like it was an art, with a grace that would have anyone believing he'd been trained in it his entire life. Gentle, loving touches drifted across his skin sweetly and reverently, like every inch was worth being committed to memory and doused in affection. Hands so strong they could probably punch through a tree made light and tender -doting on him, caring for him- with the sole purpose of making him let loose and giggle without a care in the world. Warm eyes tracking his every move like they've never seen anything more beautiful as he squirmed from the nuzzling behind his ear. The single-minded focus on each reaction coaxed out of him and the fondness seeping into him from every drawn-out touch until he almost forgot how to think.

Lan Zhan had him, and nothing could hurt him. Nothing bad could reach him while he laughed away under his husband's hands, while he was comfortably cocooned in their own little bubble of love, warmth and anticipation.

'Gross.' Said a mini Jiang Cheng in his head, rolling his eyes half-heartedly, before being swept away screaming alongside Wei Wuxian by a torrential wave of tingles by light nibbles on his ear paired with nails skittering underneath his arms.

"Husbahahand!" He squealed. "Nohohot so lihihihight!"

The wicked, dastardly man he married lightened his touch in response, humming in satisfaction when his squeaking grew more high-pitched and his trashing heightened. Wei Wuxian cursed the adoring, soft tactics he had no built-up resistance against. (Then turned back and apologized to it because he liked it very much.)

With the patience of a man who had all the time in the world, Lan Wangji's touch descended to the barely sensitive area between his chest and his stomach- drawing out the occasional huff but not much else- as to allow Wei Wuxian regain his breath. His intention was not to overwhelm him, there was no need to rush.

Wei Wuxian took several breaths below him, glancing up at him with a dopey smile. While Lan Wangji adored that dopey grin, as he did all others, he decided that at that moment it did not suffice when he could provoke a wide, euphoric smile whose brightness rivaled the sun.

Lan Wangji leaned down and pressed his lips to his neck in fleeting kisses, nose rubbing lovingly against the reddened area like a rabbit and Wei Wuxian broke into a stream of bubbly giggles, shoulders hunching up. Oh that was not fair. That was so not fair. He wasn't ticklish there at all in his first life, why did this body have to be ticklishness on two legs- "Dahahamn yohohou, Mo XuahahanyUHUHU-!" Steady nibbling showed Lan Wangji had strong issues with that statement.

"Wei Ying should thank him for helping you laugh so freely." Lan Wangji said into his skin, the chiding tone nullified by that slight teasing and playful edge only ever directed at him. He would have loved to shoot back a theatrical 'Lan Zhan! Are you teasing me?' if he wasn't a little busy with not melting into a giggly puddle by all the kissing and the nibbling and the nuzzling and those evil fingers caressing right above his stomach and did that spot somehow get more ticklish because oh man-

"I dohohon't neheheed any help to lahahaugh! I alreheheady laugh plehehenty!" He found it in himself to protest, battling his reflexes not to roll off the bed to escape the mischievous affection. Wei Wuxian caught a glimpse of his husband's expression shifting into something familiar and oh no- he realized with growing horror- the strength of his heart was about to get tested.

"Mn." Said the light of his life, the reason he might someday find out if a heart can burst from too much love, every inch of his normally jade-like features screaming Fond Fond Fond- "I am lucky to hear it every day. It is beautiful.

"You-!" He half-choked on air and dramatically clutched his chest, hands trembling against the bodily urge to swat Lan Wangji's away, and promptly shoved his face into the pillow to hide a flustered grin and cheeks that were definitely embarrassingly red. "Yohohou can't say suhuch thihihings wihihithout wahaharnihing! Yohour poor husbahahand's heart can ohohonly tahahake so muhuhch!"

His skin still buzzing, Wei Wuxian didn't even register his torso being left alone and a pair of hands focusing entirely on the exposed side of his neck had him arching forward in surprise. "Cheheheheater!" Stubbornly, he pressed his face further into the pillow.

"I do not recall setting any rules." With equal stubbornness he maintained his ministrations, alternating between skittering lightly and walking two fingers up and down the demonic cultivator's neck, poking slightly the way he remembered the feeling of his husband in paperman form strolling playfully on his own neck. "Do not hide your smile from me." He added his lips into the mix, ghosting over the reddened ear and nibbling softly.

Lan Wangji huffed lightly when there was no response aside from muffled tittering. "Wei Ying. You will not breathe well like this." He slid a palm between the pillow and Wei Wuxian's forehead, lifting the man's head just enough so his face wasn't so buried in, and returned to the mission of coaxing his cultivation partner out of hiding.

Wei Wuxian held his position for an impressive record of two minutes before he was forced to give in and turn his head to shield the vulnerable spot. (And seeing his husband's handsome face was always a priceless bonus.) He was rewarded with a very smug looking Lan and a chaste kiss to his lips. His whining at Lan Wangji pulling away went ignored and doubled when instead of gazing at his mouth, the white-clad man instead stared at his chin with a deeply pondering expression.

The way it was done to him so many times, Lan Wangji hooked a finger underneath his chin and scritched.

"Eeehehehehehehee nohohoho!" Understanding dawned on Wei Wuxian a second too late. All the blood rushing to his face was almost dizzying as squeal after squeal escaped from him, a sudden shyness tugging at him at having the affectionate gesture he so often dished out reflected back at him for the first time. He had half a mind to melt into the touch like a purring kitten, the foreign bashfulness it brought making him babble out mindless pleas. "Mehehercy, husbahahand! I'm mohohore tihihicklihish thahan you ahahare!"

That finger remained firmly in its place even as he twisted and turned, following behind as if on autopilot. Lan Wangji stared openly, transfixed, at the squirming man coming undone, shy-looking, with such a simple touch. His world reduced to sweet sight and sounds before him, gladly so. A flustered Wei Wuxian wasn't something often seen, and it swept him off his feet each time. If the wonder he felt upon driving the other to such state was half of what Wei Wuxian felt while pushing his buttons, Lan Wangji could understand why he was so fond of doing it.

By the point the melodic giggles had grown high-pitched and nearly frantic, he willed himself to pause- making a mental note to lavish the newly discovered spot in attention some other day.

His hands traced reverently down to the collarbones, slowly and appreciatively like one would handle fine, fragile embroidery. Like something enchanting with a magnetic pole to it. The Lan halted as he reached the spot over Wei Ying's heart. He pressed his palm to it. The warmth emanating from the skin and the quickened pulsing felt like gifts from the heavens. Not for the first time, Lan Wangji marveled.

Alive.

Wei Wuxian blinked at the change of pace and brought his bound hands to rest comfortingly over Lan Wangji's, which was still glued to his bare chest. Eyes caught his own, and any questions Wei Wuxian could have voiced were caught in his throat at the raw intensity of the look directed at him. Two decades of longing. Thirteen years of grief. A present thick with devotion and a promised eternity of love.

"Lan Zhan." His face softened, wishing he could cradle with care the emotions he was gifted with seeing, and tuck them safely away so Lan Wangji would never suffer again, least of all because of him. Gray eyes grew impossibly warm and he schooled his guise of pure adoration into one of dramatic swooning. "Lan Zhaaaaan!" He whined, falling back into the playful ambiance they had built. "You know I can't bear it when you look at me like that."

Obediently, the fervent gaze fell back to his chest, precisely at one spot which, in another lifetime, bore a mark mirrored in Lan Wangji's own chest. Lan Wangji traced a circle onto the naked skin. Followed by a smaller one inside. And an even smaller circle within it.

He bent forward and kissed the very center.

The demonic cultivator observed in awed silence as the faint touch then moved lower, tensing in anticipation as it advanced across his stomach and proceeded toward his side. But no frenzied laughter was ripped from his throat. Instead, a thumb sweetly caressed the scar his nephew had given him. The kisses came shortly after.

Then, a palm resting on his stomach. On his lower dantian.

The other surveyed the unblemished area closely, as if attempting to see something that was not there, that he had never seen and belonged on another body.

Wei Wuxian sucked in a sharp breath as he caught on. A trembling finger traced a line from below his navel up to the middle of his stomach. Then downwards, steadily, and up again. The touch so reverential it made his eyes prickle, so tremendously light it didn't even tickle. Wei Wuxian felt it all the same, oh he felt it, alright.

Lips brushed against the skin and the small golden core Mo Xuanyu had cultivated all but thrummed in response. He felt he could cultivate to immortality by simply laying there and surrendering to the moment, to the deep affection that every day he was pushed closer into believing he was worthy of. He tried to speak, but words failed him. Because Wei Wuxian understood now. He'd understood back in Guanyin Temple and it lounged happily at the back of his consciousness ever since, and now it all came spilling forth.

He understood the feeling of being completely, utterly seen in every single way. He understood being laid bare, every one of his vulnerabilities, mistakes and choices out in the open and being treated with compassion. He understood if Lan Zhan, of all people, would treat him in such a way and be thoroughly sure Wei Wuxian deserved it, maybe he wasn't so unworthy after all.

Lan Wangji's eyes were ablaze with emotions as they met his. Gah! It was official, he was only one more meaningful glance away from having his heart exploded. Or his body and mind turned to mush. Whichever came first.

That doting hand curled into a claw and that was all the warning he got before being thrown into cackles. "Hehehey!" Tips of fingernails dug lightly into his skin, barely vibrating yet still enough to get him hollering and pulling at his restraints. That right there was why the man was the most feared and favored tickle monster in his life. He lured you in with sweet, gentle touches until you were brimming with all sorts of fuzzy feelings, then he struck with even more gentle touches, but you're on the verge of losing your wits so everything feels at least three times as intense. "YOHOHOU MAHAHADE ME DROHOP MY GUAHAHARD ON PURPOHOHOSE!"

His husband, with his adorable and very kissable face, blinked owlishly down at him. There was a tiny furrow between his eyebrows and Wei Wuxian could have regretted the playful accusation if that subtle pout weren't so damn cute he wanted to scream. He got his wish when the other kneaded and squeezed all across his stomach with added speed to show his displeasure.

"Did not."

"WahAHAHAIT, I'm sohohorry! Dohohon't mIHIHInd whahahat thihis ohohone says, nohothihing good ehehever cohohomes out of his mohohouth!" Wei Wuxian giggled with reckless abandon, tipping into shrieks when Lan Wangji honed in to any spots he thought extra sensitive. He seemed to be enraptured in testing in how many ways he could make the muscles of his lower stomach jump and spasm with a measured fluttering of fingertips when he fixed Wei Wuxian with a glare.

"Not true." Lan Wangji was unrelenting, chasing his stomach no matter where he squirmed. Whenever he laid on one side, wiggling fingers readily greeted him until he turned to the other, where another hand waited patiently for its turn. Not to mention how many times the laughing bundle of joy curled in on himself, laid flat again when he realized that wouldn't protect him, only to return to the same position seconds after. The sect heir looked particularly endeared every time.

The demonic cultivator was nearly breathless when he was finally granted mercy. Or so he thought. As he pried an eye open, residual giggles still pouring out of him, a shudder ran through his body at the sight of thumbs poised over his hips and fingers hovering by his sides. Not touching, but close enough that the heat alone had him fidgeting away in bubbly snickers. His partner eyed him questioningly. "Nohoho, Lahan Zhan nohot yet! I'm gonna pahahass ohohout!"

Alright maybe that was an exaggeration, but it's not like he could be blamed! These were the only spots on his previous life that could actually send him into peals of laughter, and fate must have chosen for paying him back for all his pranks by unleashing onto him the ultimate prank of not only ensuring that ticklishness carried on to his current body, but making it even more sensitive. Wei Wuxian would not forget this betrayal.

Lan Wangji nodded, settling back onto the bare stomach. Then abruptly, the other noted in trepidation, his eyes were gleaming. "As you say." Hands latched onto each side of his navel, in precise places chosen with extreme calculation, and vibrated like it was their only purpose in life. Wei Wuxian had already thrown his head back and wheezed, sucking in his stomach to no avail, when he gasped at a foreign sensation.

The ex-Jiang disciple had both dished out and received a lot when it came to tickle fights. He was experienced and he flaunted it with pride. There was hardly anything he hadn't seen, felt or done. Hardly any dirty trick he didn't know.

Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of spiritual energy flowing directly into his skin and below.

"WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-" He screeched. His eyes bulged. His whole frame shook with unrestrained laughter as the qi dispersed through its immediate surroundings, searching for meridians to pass through, and dissipating when it found none. Again and again.

"I am transferring you spiritual energy. So you do not pass out."

"THAHAHAT'S NOHOT HOW YOHOHOU DO IHIHIHIT!" Wei Wuxian's voice had never gone higher in both lives. He'd pity the ears of anyone passing by if he was in any state to, which he definitely was not. The cool spiritual energy coursing through where it shouldn't be tickled more than what should even be possible, like it sunk down to his nerves to personally rub against them. Was he qi deviating? Was this what qi deviation felt like? What a way to go. Beats his first time any day.

His spiral into hysteria was met with only the teasing, miniscule raise of an eyebrow. "Wei Ying has always encouraged innovation."

"I TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHACK! I'LL BE THE MOHOHOST OHOHORTHODOX CULTIHIVAHAHATOR EVER, AND SO SHOHOHOULD YOUOHOU! NO TRYIHIHING NEW MEHEHETHODS! LAN ZHAHAHAHAN!"

Maybe the rumors were true and the virtuous Hanguang-Jun really had been corrupted by the sinful Yiling Laozu, to use his cultivation in such a way. Wei Wuxian would be seeing stars for hours. If he was lacking in incentives to work on his cultivation, he found one at the thought of his husband laughing frantically under that.

It did not end as quickly as it started. Even after Lan Wangji had stopped with a placating "No need", the remaining energy slowly trickling away into nothingness tingled like the after-effects of little shockwaves. If lightning could be baby proofed- and wasn't that a fun thought, he'd have to tinker with his talismans later- this was how he imagined it would feel like.

Gracious, kind and perfect Lan Zhan- and totally not evil whatsoever, when had Wei Wuxian said that?- dragged the hard part of his palms heavily across his stomach, massaging it back and forth until the ghost sensations simmered down. He snickered at the apologetic expression on the man's face and brought a palm to his own forehead to the best of his ability. "Hanguang-Jun has thoroughly defeated me. This Yiling Laozu surrenders. Whatever shall the illustrious Hanguang-Jun do to him, hm?"

Lan Wangji's lips twitched up, half in relief and half in fond exasperation, and soon Wei Wuxian was happy to get back to giggling. The electrifying touches had reverted to being tender and soft as they basked in the affection they spreaded through the room. The bell announcing Hai Shi had rung, and not even that was enough to stop them. Almost no ticklish area the Lan could reach was left untouched, and he had the pleasure of watching his beloved melt as he dutifully massaged each spot after it was targeted.

His not so calm reactions were equally cherished, of course. Like the way his heels dug into the mattress when Lan Wangji scribbled and traced senseless shapes on his thighs. Or when he tensed and babbled when he neared the inner thighs, collapsed in relief when he teased his knees just long enough to throw off suspicion, and bucked violently when he crept right back to the inner thighs and squeezed in rapid succession. He earned himself a glare for that as he soothed the skin. It was adorable.

Wei Wuxian had been reduced to a panting mess by the time the other massaged underneath his knees. ”You’re evil, Lan Zhan. How did you learn to be this mean? It couldn’t have been from me! I can barely tickle you for a couple minutes without you attacking me back like I kicked our bunnies!" Lan Wangji let the shameless lie slide and he gladly continued rambling. “I can’t imagine your uncle or even Zewu-Jun playing with little A-Zhan like this.”

He couldn't supress a quiver at the ghost of a touch traveling slowly up his legs, but ears reddening so swiftly they could combust seemed a lot more important. Lan Xichen's knowing smile when he once pinched Lan Zhan's ribs in his presence suddenly made a lot more sense. "Oh? Lan Zhan?" His grin widened when his husband ducked his head, and he was overtook with the need to coo. "Unless I'm wrong? Should I ask Zewu-Jun for some stories of giggly A-Zhan?"

Narrowed, flustered eyes rivaled a shit-eating grin. Lan Wangji struck.

A single, faint squeeze to his hips and down went Wei Wuxian. Any composure he still had bid him farewell as his entire body jerked. Hands jumped from his hips to his sides, then back to his hips in a dizzying loop. Whenever he thought he was getting used to the feeling of something, the other would change tactics to send him further into sweet lunacy. The Lan's body moved almost on its own as he traced swirls onto the man's sides, lightly and tenderly just the way he knew would fluster him most. Pinching, spidering and stroking his nails against the twitching skin no matter where his partner writhed. He wondered- and he had to restrain himself from standing and finding a brush- how much Wei Ying would squirm if he were to draw the swirling, elegant clouds of Gusu Lan robes on the sensitive spot. He would have to try eventually.

Lan Wangji stared fixedly, fascinated, at the enthralling sight that was his husband, at the joyous eyes curved into crescents and the beaming smile could ward off evil better than any talisman. He wouldn't dare try, yet at that moment he truly believed he was not capable of looking any other way.

'Fancy you, love you.'

Wei Wuxian was a hurricane. Chaotic energy in motion, incapable of keeping still on his own, even when he sometimes sought to. Lan Zhan's gentle, loving touches enveloped him in his entirety, slowing his mind down into a calm breeze. As paradoxical as it sounds, the buzzing, electrifying sensation coursing through him consumed him until he was completely pacified by it, despite his trashing limbs showing anything but. A state of complete bliss.

He looked up. If his laughter could have paused by itself, it would have.

Not even a thousand jars of Emperor's Smile could make Wei Wuxian crumble the way he did as he gazed into his husband's eyes. No heavenly intoxication in this world or the next could hope to compare to the warmth in his chest at the feeling of those golden eyes on him, shining with adoration. Or to the curl of his lips into a small smile, one that held so much love he could almost feel it in the air like energy. Wei Wuxian felt drunk in it.

'Want you, can't leave you.'

And after an eternity of circles being lightly stroked into his hipbones, curious pokes pressed to every possible inch of his sides, his legs kicking out for the umpteenth and a dozen cries for mercy both knew he didn't mean, Wei Wuxian's hands were freed. He hadn't even realized it, lost in his giggles and that mirthful sense of peace that encased him, until his wrists were being rubbed and he saw concern flashing on his husband's face.

His wrists weren't even red or so much as sore, and Lan Wangji still fussed over him every single time. Wei Wuxian had to huff a laugh.

'Whatever you.'

"It hurts, husband!" The demonic cultivator wailed and pouted in that way that let the other, who was very well used to his theatrics, know that it didn't hurt whatsoever. "Oh, it hurts!" He put on his best innocent, pleading look and lifted them closer to his husband. "Kiss it better?"

Lan Wangji didn't waste a second. Honestly, sometimes Wei Wuxian questioned just how much those eyes could soften after having already softened a bazillion times- a feat he was quite proud of, thank you very much.

With a gentle nudge he was encouraged to lay back comfortably. Wei Wuxian sighed contently as arms encompassed him, tugging him until their chests pressed against each other. Fingers carded through his hair, gently untangling the knots he'd gotten from his trashing as he sank into the warmth all around him. Against his better judgment, he yawned. For real this time.

A hand fell to his back, rubbing it soothingly. "Do you want to sleep now?"

Wei Wuxian felt his eyelids growing heavy, and stubbornly fought against the wave of drowsiness. He was getting the cuddling of his life and damn it all, he would be awake for it. Scooting backwards with intent into the hand sprawled on his back, he flashed Lan Wangji a toothy grin. "Tire me out a little more?"

His husband's eyes softened one more time. Score.

He was flung into airy, sleepy giggles as fingertips grazed the small of his back, fleeting and light enough he could easily relax into the touch and his mind was free to wander. Wei Wuxian grumbled, hiding his face in Lan Wangji's chest as he was stared at with open adoration, and wondered how in the world he got so lucky. What could he possibly have done so right to get to be loved with such fervor he could feel it in his bones, to be treated with such gentleness not because he required it as if he would break otherwise, but simply because to Lan Wangji, nothing less would suffice. He wasn't sure he would ever understand what his partner saw in him, but Lans only loved once. He would trust Lan Zhan's judgment.

Sleep had almost completely overtaken him, lulled by the sweet touches and the calm atmosphere of the Jingshi, when he felt the other had stopped. "Lan Zh'n?" He nodded in and out of consciousness, a sluggish whine escaping him. "Why'd you stop?"

Lan Wangji blinked, sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and proceeded to shower Wei Wuxian's face in rapid kisses. Wei Wuxian screeched at the playful assault, scrunching his face and clutching tightly at the white robes while tickles rained down all over his back.

'Don't want anyone else but you...'

He was held as he squawked and sputtered, fingers prodding along his spine ane his head rendered still by a hand cradling his chin. Wei Wuxian blushed redder than his robes as Lan Wangji leaned in closer and he was unable to look away. "You asked why." His breath was hot on Wei Wuxian's skin as lips brushed against his forehead. "Wanted to see Wei Ying smile." A small peck to the tip of his nose. "Wanted to hear Wei Ying laugh." A lingering kiss and a nuzzle to his cheek. "Wanted Wei Ying to feel happy and loved. Wanted to cherish Wei Ying." A kiss to, well-

'...It has to be you!'

The giggly kiss was broken a while after, Wei Wuxian still squeaking into the other's mouth, foreheads leaning against each other. He had to bring a hand to his own lips to stifle yet another yawn. Traitorous body.

"Lan Zhan." He tsked with a lopsided grin before rolling and draping himself all over the cultivator much like he has the first night after he'd been resurrected. He was immediately embraced again. "Making me break the rules, laughing so loud at this hour? Such a rebel, Lan-er-gonzgi."

Lan Wangji turned to the window, as if surprised to see the darkness that had fallen over the back hills even when he deliberately ignored the ring of the bell announcing curfew. "Mn. I learned from the best." The corner of his eyes crinkled when Wei Wuxian's head was raised high in pride. "Will copy the rules in a handstand for punishment."

He would welcome more than a few exasperated pinches to his cheek if it got his husband to look at him with such tenderness for all time.