#and they just so needed help when passing by the au

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for..

March 16th

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1. hiii do you know any fics where either wwx or lwj stalk the other, or they both unknowingly stalk each other? @ashxi-wx

you only ever touch me in the dark by sweetlolixo (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Age Difference, Boypussy, Intersex WWX, Feminization, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dirty Talking LWJ, Stalking, Size Difference, WWX Has a Non-Con Kink, Dark WWX, Daddy Kink, Mirror Sex, Restraints, Virginity Kink, Blindfolds, Deranged4Deranged Wangxian)

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2. Hello! Hope you're doing well! 🩵

I was recently reading For You by 10thNoNamePerson (amazing story) and I was wondering if you could recommend some stories that have detailed fight scenes of WWX just letting loose displaying either his sword fighting skills, talismans or even resentful energy.

Here is an excerpt from "For You" that gives an example of what I'm looking for:

Slash. Stab. Strike. Faster. Faster. I need to go faster!

His movements become a blur, daring to step over the line he has firmly drawn when he gets too immersed into a fight. He can’t stop, won’t stop until Lan Zhan lets him step out. Back out, back out, just back out!

It doesn't really have to be WWX only, it could just have really detailed written fight scenes.

Thank you!! 🩵

❤️ I Started From the Bottom/And Now I’m Rich by x_los (E, 57k, WangXian, WWX/Others, Mutual Pining, Marriage of Convenience, Arranged Marriage, No Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, WQ Lives, Transmigration, Time Travel, Weddings, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy, Black Widow, Protective Siblings, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Sugar Baby, consort, Politics, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Crack Treated Seriously) has WWX going toe-to-toe with Madam Yu, if that's any help?

If We Keep Holding On, Just a Bit Longer by Kestral (T, 55k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JYL/JZX, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Urban Fantasy, Dark Fairytale, and seriously i mean Dark, will include specific content warnings for each chapter, Abuse, Torture, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Second Person, Multiple Povr, eaders are not expected to be familiar with changeling: the lost, trust me though changeling angst is so delicious read this for pain, Fae politics, Fae & Fairies, Non-Chronological, Slow Burn, Secret Relationship) I'm reccing my fic for #2. No wwx fight scenes posted yet, but there are several in the chapter i'm currently working on.

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3. I want to read some fics that are sad and look into grief (especially LWJ’s morning after WWX died). Could it be set during the time period (e.g no modern or time travel AU’s) and have no incest. Bonus points for A-yuan being in it. Thanks mods !!

🔒 It Will Pass (but it is here now) by AmyNChan (G, <1k, LSZ & LWJ, Death, LSZ Needs a Hug, Child LSZ, Good Kid LSZ)

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight) (G, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, LSZ is the best of boys and I will not hear debate, Music, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, [Podfic] to the act of making noise by Ceewelsh, flamingwell, kisahawklin, Rionaa) check out the podfic with music if you want to use even more tissues

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ’s Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

let the yoke fall from our shoulders by occultings (microcomets) (G, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Character Study, Mentions of Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, let capricorns cathart agenda, Happy Ending, Family Feels, Established Relationship, [Podfic] Cold read of let the yoke fall from our shoulders by kisahawklin)

🧡 Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)) if you don't mind a little canon divergence?

New Perspective by mrcformoso (T, 8k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, Major Character Death, Angst, Hopeful Ending, Fatherhood, Regrets, Flashbacks, POV LWJ, LWJ-centric, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Pining LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, LWJ Needs a Hug, Character Development, Dead WWX, Introspection, Feelings, LWJ is Bad at Feelings, Character Study, Regretful LWJ, Breaking Toxic Cycles, Canon Compliant, LWJ in Seclusion, Post-LWJ in Seclusion, Child LSZ)

partly frozen, partly flowing by astrolesbian (T, 4k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfot, Sibling Relationship)

🔒藕断丝连 by RoseThorne (G, 456, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Memory Loss, Memories, POV Third Person, POV LSZ, Rituals, lotuses)

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4. Hiii itmf something cute where teenager WY is a bit older than LZ (like ~3-5 years) and LZ is fuming because he has a huge crush on him! Maybe they just meet as students during CR training arc, or maybe they were betrothed by their parents/guardians for a future political alliance. Shixiong WY is a very charming and competent older disciple and attracts people and friends, and small LZ is both territorical and furious that he likes this annoying and smiling bully (how dare he treat him like a kid?!). Any AU except modern w/o cultivation. Amazing if they get together when both are a bit older. Something fun and sweet, but longer works with angst and happy ending are also okay! Thank you!l

For the Sake of a Smile by Reikosama7716 (Not Rated, 94k, WIP, WangXian, Minor Everyone/WWX, CSSR/WCZ, Older!WWX, Oblivious WWX, Top LWJ, Jealous LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Protective!JC, JZX's Attempt in Public Confession, WWX and his ducklings, Everyone is young and gay for WWX, WWX and Jiāng siblings are cousins, Canon Divergence, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, WWX in his YLLZ appearance, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Third wheeling of unfortunate sect disciples, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

Conquering the Emperor by catbrainedschemes (E, 21k, wangxian, Historical AU, Imperial China, Emperor WWX, General LWJ, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Historically Inaccurate, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Some Plot, Slow Burn, Happy Ending)

you'll love me at once (the way you did once upon a dream) by sweetlolixo (T, 18k, WangXian, Dark Fairytale, Inspired by Maleficent (2014), Wingfic, Sleeping Beauty with a twist, Maleficent WWX, Prince LWJ, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, True Love's Kiss)

🔒As Years Pass Us By by Loqui (G, 32k, WIP, WangXian, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, Age Difference, Younger LWJ, Older WWX, LWJ Has Feelings, Pining LWJ, Introspective LWJ, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Humor, Slow Burn, very light, Light Angst, WWX is a Lan, POV LWJ)

I risk it all (just to be with you) by Manu_K (G, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, will mostly follow the book plot, Pining LWJ, Pining WWX)

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5. Been rereading Delight in Misery by nirejseki and it's got me in the mood for more fic where LWJ joins the Jiang sect after WWX's death or resurrection, if anyone else has written that? Thank you! @aroace-lukeskywalker

The Sun Sets Like a Whispered Regret by OrdinaryRealities (T, 41k, JC & LWJ, WangXian, Resurrect Your Gays, LWJ and JC enemies to brothers, MDZS Big Bang 2020, Minor Character Death, discussion of characters who have died, And the trauma of that, Kidfic, Sort Of, characters working through trauma together, Give MXY some GD agency, Happy Ending)

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending) Jiang Yanli becomes sect leader following Jiang Cheng’s death and Lan Zhan moves to Lotus Pier where he and Jiang Yanli raise their children together after Wei Ying’s death in picking up the pieces

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6. Hello, I have a nsfw itmf request:

Can you recommend works where wangxian ust is progressing into lz going silently forward with intimacy waiting for WY to tell him to stop (almost like gay chicken but lz is not joking, he just can't help himself) and WY is speechless but curious and letting him.

The way it is in "When you like somebody bite your tongue" by sophiahelix, "oh no, what'll I do, my perky ass groped on the train" by sweetlolixo or "Summer heat" by athena_crikey

Thank you! 😘

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7. Hey y'all! I was in the mood for some fics where the Lans treat Wei Wuxian as family. Not because of adoption, but just because Wangji loves him so much, so they, by extension, love him too. Do you know any fics like that? Thanks a million in advance! @fero-setsuri-blog

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, WangXian, JFM & LQR, Modern, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, When we were small [Podfic] by Stasia Reader (Stasia), [Podfic] When we were small by sisi_rambles)

Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (G, 40k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Character Study, Introspection, In-Laws, Golden Core, Emotional Baggage, Family Bonding, Protective LWJ, Good Parent LQR, LQR has feelings, LQR & WWX become friends)

Just Say Yes Series by edenwolfie (T/M, 338k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Good Uncle LQR, Engagement, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It)

Deeper Seasons by piecrust (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, WangXian)

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8. Similar fanfic Set in Stone by thesongofsirens with Lan Zhan rejecting Wei ying? Thank you in advance 💕✨ @yuukikonnos-world

When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending) the rejection is out of gay panic tho

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9. Hello, I'm in the mood for docs where wwx was adopted by or related to someone and the relatives loves him, spoils him, and nurtures his genius and boasts about him to others. It can be a kid wwx or whatever. Something similar to the fic "Sunset, Sunrise" by Ariana Deralte or "All Things Belong"" by kuroi_atropos. Thank you!

🔒 shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, NieLan, WangXian, SangNing, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Mentions of WWX’s life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family) Wei Ying is brought into the Nie sect as a child and nurtured and loved in shades of grey...and Heart of the Beast

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 488k, WangXian, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Adopted WWX, WWX is a Niè, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, NMJ is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining, LWJ Has Feelings)

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 93k, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WWX is a Wēn, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Society Level Victim Blaming, Victim Blaming) (link in 14B)

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10. hello! an ask for ITMF! fics where wwx is a victim of/recovering from rape/sexual assault? preferably a central point of the story, any setting/au etc! thank you!!!

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas  (M, 51k, WWX & YZY, JFM/YZY, implied wangxian, WWX/WC, WWX/others, rape/non-con, modern, hurt/comfort, protective YZY, good parent YZY, hospitals, medical procedures, vomiting, trauma)  

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11. I don't know if this group is still active, but I was watching Living Dead and had this thought... I wonder if there are any fics that follow on from the movie or tie Wangxian back into it. @lovelyseraph

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12. Hello, 🤗 Could you please recommend something in the mood of "truth will be out on the video" and "Black sun"? Thank you!

An Unscheduled Stream by trippednfell (M, 77k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivation, Misunderstandings, BAMF WWX, BAMF Wen Popo, WWX cultivates resentful energy but keeps his golden core, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Presumed Enemies to Lovers, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, Time Skips, Dual Cultivation - Not the Sexy Kind, but ALSO the sexy kind, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Horny wound tending)

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13. Hello! ITMF great Madam Yu stories, where she is a badass, independent and straightforward (read vicious and unashamed about it) woman, a strong cultivator and a great, caring in her not so gentle way, protective and fierce mother and aunt for the whole Yungmen trio! I really crave some good maternal figures for them lately. Also kudos if Jiang Cheng is both her little copy and a mother's boy, and if they both are badass and protective towards Wuxian and Yanli, especially towards their lovers. Thanks! ☺��� @shellennium

Sun Stained Lotus by MidnightLightHowlite (T, 70k, WangXian, YZY & WWX, Good Parent YZY, non abusive non toxic YZY, WWX still has his complexes tho, Angst, Fluff, Grandmasters of Miscommunication, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Good siblings, Trauma!, Death!, lots of death!, LWJ wants to help but he's emotionally stunted, LQR is a responsible adult!, sworn sisters YZY and CSSR, Emotional Damage, Suicidal Thoughts, Self depreciation)

suddenly my eyes are open (everything comes into focus) by eraiklys (G, 3k, YZY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Comfort, Mother-Son Relationship, Fluff, Light Angst, im sorry JFM but youre the bad guy in the verse, very gay undertones, Like, YZY and CSSR gay undertones, Cynophobia, Dog, JC's dogs, JYL is a sweetheart, Everyone Is Gay, Everyone Needs A Hug)

🔒Aunt Knows Best by retired (misbehavingvigilante) (M, 10k, WWX & YZY, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Character Study, Crossdressing, Dysfunctional Family, Gender Identity, Fix-It, Sexism, Trans WWX, Good Parent YZY)

Zephyrs Blowing Below the Violet by Comfect (T, 64k, FengYuan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Bad to Good Parenting, cursing, Anger Management, No Golden Core Transfer, Bad Parent YZY, Good Parent YZY, POV YZY, YZY Learning and Adapting, Not Everything Ends Up Sad, Happy Ending, YZY & JFM Live)

heavy is the head that wears the crown by izukillme (T, 41k, YZY/JFM, YZY/CSSR, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, BAMF YZY, YZY-centric, Good Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Jiang Family Fix-It, Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Child Abuse, Child Abuse, note: the suicide itself is offscreen, but is referenced multiple times through the story, Lesbian YZY)

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas  (M, 51k, WWX & YZY, JFM/YZY, implied wangxian, WWX/WC, WWX/others, rape/non-con, modern, hurt/comfort, protective YZY, good parent YZY, hospitals, medical procedures, vomiting, trauma) link in #10

🔒Hope series by RoseThorne (M, 69k, WangXian, WIP, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Memory Loss, Angst, Recovery, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Grief, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Resentful Energy, Cultivation Sect Politics, Character Death, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mentioned WCZ Disobeying Orders, Explosions, Yin Iron, Grief/Mourning, POV WWX)

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14. A) Any and all fics where WWX embraces being Lan Er Furen and it's the best Furen Cloud Recesses has ever had! Or at least is acknowledge! Does anyone know of one?

B) I was just thinking if there was a fic where WWX is mistreated and/or evicted from the clans by the Jiangs very publicly and EVERYONE knows he is a prodigy and wants him, but WHR arrives first and basically gives him normal levels of kindness and wwx is almost like "daddy"? And he even promises to arrange a marriage for him with LWJ and all. Basically WWX being treated like he deserved, everyone wanting him, and WHR getting him and as a bonus, the second jade o lan. @lostandmessedup

14B)

Scars of Lightning by The_peregrine_falcon (T, 6k, YZY & WWX, WWX & WRH, WangXian, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Wen WWX, zidian, YZY is a bitch, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Lotus Pier, Nightless City, Young WWX, Muteness, Hurt kind of comfort) has Wei Ying thrown out of the Jiang sect and he’s found with injuries that Madam Yu gave him by Wen Qing and Wen Ruohan. These next ones aren’t quite what they’re asking for either because Wei Ying hasn’t been cast out by the Jiangs in these, but they involve Wen Ruohan going after Wei Ying because he sees his genius and because he suspects Wei Ying is his grandson:

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 93k, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WWX is a Wēn, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Society Level Victim Blaming, Victim Blaming)

and

Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ, Loss of Limbs)

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15. Hello! This one is for ITMF: Any recommendations for Post-canon fics where characters get some sort of closure/bonding? Like, Yunmeng bros reconciliation, Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian being friends again, Wei Wuxian learning to love himself, Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian bonding, The Juniors being protective of Wei Wuxian, etc.? (not all of this has to be necessarily present in one single fic!! My only main requirements are Post-Canon, The Juniors, and Wei Wuxian)

(Some fics I have read with these are "Tell some storm" by qurbat, "Mark My Place" by BenevolentErrancy, and "The stone-filled sea" by yukla. All of them are absolutely amazing works and I'm looking for something similar)

Also, thank you for the last ITMF help (Feb 2, I think?), I enjoyed all the fic recs! @mysteriouslytragic

🔒 Lan by AmyNChan (G, 3k, LSZ & LJY, Family, they're cousins or brothers or something your honor, LJY has enough faith in LSZ to move a mountain)

🔒 I have a father by AmyNChan (G, 1k, LSZ & WWX, Some things stay the same, Derogatory)

bespoke by cafecliche (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff)

hills and rivers are waiting by LtLJ (T, 15k, WangXian, JL & WWX, Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, Case Fic, BAMF WWX)

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)

the place your heart inhabits by Fleetling (T, 8k, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon Fix-It, Father Figures, father-son bonding, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Humor, Oblivious WWX, Pining WWX, WWX-centric, Good Kid LSZ, Adopted LSZ, Wingman LSZ, LSZ is LWJ & WWX's Child, Good LSZ, WWX goes back to gusu, resentful energy, Golden Core, wwx has both and it's a struggle, Unreliable Narrator)

🔒What Is Left Over by Loriqod (T, 30k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Yunmeng brothers, Post-Canon Fix-It, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Happy Ending, WangXian in Love, bite-sized angst, Canon-Typical Violence, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Training Montage)

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16. hiiiii do you have any canon divergence fics where wwx goes back to gusu with lwj? @ashxi-wx

Do not take that which does not belong to you by Selene210 (E, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Jealous LWJ, Possessive Sex, Kidnapping, Murder, Blood and Violence, wangxian married and have a son, Explicit Sexual Content, Biting, Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Bath Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, WWX has an angry LWJ kink, Wangxian canon breeding kink, LWJ canon massive dick)

🔒 Swordless by WithBroomBefore (G, 32k, WangXian, JC & JYL & WWX, LQR & WWX, Established Relationship, Canon Divergence, WWX goes to Gusu, Happy Ending, Trust, Healing, unofficial title: The Communication AU, Golden Core Reveal, Crying, Feelings, Trans Character, AFAB LWJ, philosophy, Kissing, POV WWX)

gone with the silence by SpeedingCheetah (M, 63k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Self-Harm, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, POV LWJ, WangXian-centric, Location: Cloud Recesses, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, Golden Core Reveal, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WangXian Adopt LSZ, Ambiguous/Open Ending, a sorta-kinda-maybe fix it story, WWX Goes to Gusu, triggers are in the notes)

Practical Considerations by teawater, the_anthropologist (E, 97k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, LQR & WWX, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Found Family, Spouses to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Politics, Scheming, Lán Elders are assholes, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, eventually BAMF LXC, learning to make decisions, Learning Self-worth, Self-Esteem Issues, Sweet Wangxian, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It, JC is a big asshole, he improves somewhat but it’s open-ended, WWX learns to stand up for himself, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, POV wwx, POV LWJ, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Teacher wwx, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Protection Squad, Feelings Realization, WWX protector of the twin jades, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Protective LQR, Demonic Cultivator WWX, WWX is Loved, Married WangXian, Genius WWX, Everybody Lives)

if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Fix-It, somewhat of a case fic, Heaven Official’s Blessing inspired gods & ghosts, No Spoilers for Heaven Official’s Blessing, Mild Alcohol Abuse, Mental Health Issues, WWX is not in a great place for a lot of this fic, He Gets Better Though!, this fic is all about learning to give yourself the help you give others tbh, Baby LJY, recovery fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

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17. Hi I'm itmf fics that A) confront what jc was doing to demonic cultivators after wwx died and B) fics that are jc critical/not jc friendly

17A)

Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, One-Sided ChengXian, One-Sided ChengZhui, Canon Divergence, LSZ is raised by wwx, Wwx still dies sorry, Revenge, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dark LSZ, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Torture, Not JC Friendly, JC’s Canonical 13 Years Murder Spree, BAMF LSZ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, LSZ Gets to Go Apeshit)

The plagues of Jiang Wanyin by Lyna_Mei (T, 54k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Cultivation Sect Politics, Family Feels, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Torture, Minor Character Death, Not JC Friendly, JC suffers, Canon-Typical Violence)

17B)

to heal with the sunrise by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, Minor ZhuiLing, Canon Divergence, Not JC Friendly, Canon JC Characteristics, Bad Uncle JC, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Healing, Best Friends, Non-Linear Narrative, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending)

These Barren Lands In Between by lingering_song (T, 4k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Married WangXian, POV Outsider, Misunderstandings, Cultivation Sect Politics, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Not JC Friendly, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

The Price of a Golden Core by AshayaTReldai (M, 9k, WangXian, Angst, Tension, Aggression, JC pays the price for his choices, demanding letters, JC is a Brat, Supportive Lan Brothers, WWX deserves the best, Life Debt, Sad Ending Sad Ending for JC)

🔒💖 Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, WangXian, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Self-Indulgent)

on restitution by glitteringmoonlight (M, 98k, LSZ & WWX, WWX & JL, WangXian, Dark JC, not JC friendly, Captivity, Angst with a Happy Ending, no reconciliation, Crossdressing, Non-Graphic Torture, Violence)

🧡 Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WangXian, WWX & WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Angst, Not JC Friendly, BAMF WWX)

Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WQ & WN, WN & MXY & WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, Eventual WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, WQ comes back to haunt the cultivation world, Bad idea to kill the one person who didn’t kill anyone, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ)

Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, WWX & JYL, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, What if WWX saw the first siege of the burial mounds and said Nope to the war, OCs, OC point-of-view for one chapter for plot reasons)

🔒 Bright Voice Roughly Rendered Softly Silent by Preludian_Staves (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Muteness, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Not JC Friendly, Confessions, Angst, Choking, Red String of Fate, Appearances by Paperman WWX, Inventor WWX, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Goes to Cloud Recesses, Feelings Realization, Caretaking, Supportive Lan Family, Genius WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective Lan Family, Character Death (not wwx or lwj))

🔒 Worth of a Good Man by Vrishchika (G, 6k, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Not Jiang Sect Friendly, Not JC Friendly)

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[inthelibrarybtw]

you want me to pretend? | five

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl, inaccurate school system talk

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 0.6k

authors note: we're back, literally. there will be more flashbacks in the future so stay tuned. Also I made a playlist with the songs up to this part.

04 | 05 | 06

Sophomore year - 2022

Statistics. You weren’t the biggest fan of the class, yet you took it every semester of your major. One positive thing this class brought you was Kelce. You and Kelce had met thanks to your moms when you were kids and had also gone to kindergarten together. You had moved houses, and when it was time for elementary school, you belonged to a new district, so you didn’t attend the same one as Kelce. But life brought the two of you back together last year in this very same class. As a freshman, you thought you wouldn’t know anyone, but there was the familiar face with whom you had shared so many memories. Kelce didn’t hesitate to talk to you, and it felt like no time had passed. 

This was supposed to be the second class, but the professor was sick last week, so there was no class. Even if this was the first class, he was already assigning a project. It was small, but it had to be done in groups of no fewer than three people, and those groups would remain for the rest of the semester. 

“You can work with us,” Kelce said. 

“Us who?” you asked, confused; he was alone. 

“He is late; he had an impromptu basketball meeting.” Just as on cue, the guy Kelce had been talking about walked into the class, excusing himself to the professor and standing in front of you. 

“You’re in my seat,” he said in a gentle tone. 

“Well, you weren’t here.” You gave him a little smile and added, 

“I think I can forgive you just because of that smile,” he smirked. 

“Just sit down, Rafe,” Kelce motioned to his friend, and you just stared at him. 

After the class ended, Kelce formally introduced the two of you and mentioned that he would create a group chat to talk when needed. You said goodbye to both and left for your next class.

“So, how long have you known her?” Rafe asked Kelce.

“Since when do you care how long I’ve known someone?”

“Since today,” he paused. “Now answer.” Kelce chuckled.

“Since we were kids; our moms are friends. You would’ve met her if she hadn’t moved away before we started elementary school.”

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

“Why would I mention it before?… Wait! You liked her,” Kelce laughed as they walked out of class.

“Not to be that guy, but have you seen her? Why wouldn’t I like her?”

“Have some backbone, would you? You don’t even know her.”

“And that’s your fault! Why have you kept her hidden?” Kelce laughed out loud again.

“I haven’t kept her hidden.”

“Do you like her?”

“Calm down, would you? No, I don’t like her. She is pretty, but she’s not my type, and I’ve known her for so long I can’t see her that way.”

“I didn’t know you knew Rafe,” Sarah says as you both make your way inside the coffee shop.  

“I don’t; Kelce introduced us yesterday in statistics class, and now we are working together as a group.”  

“That’s nice. He’s pretty good with numbers.”  

“Good to know. I’m not a big fan,” you said, chuckling softly. “How do you know him?”  

“Oh, he is my cousin. We were born almost at the same time and grew up together,” Sarah smiled.  

“It’s like you are siblings.”  

“Oh, we definitely treat each other like siblings sometimes,” she laughs.  

You both continued talking and decided to order because the guys weren’t showing up, and Ruthie had told you that she was going to be late because she had forgotten to buy groceries. After you two had ordered, you sat and continued talking while scrolling through your phones.

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[sturnslutz]

the beginning

first actual intro fic of this au/series ts??? a/n at the end of this

the second you rolled down the window, that salty cape cod air hit you straight in the face. it smelled like sunscreen, seaweed, and nostalgia—if nostalgia had a scent—and it made your chest tighten in that weird way. not bad, just… like something was about to happen.

“i swear to fucking god,” solina said from the backseat, practically crawling over your shoulder, “if matt got taller again, i’m throwing hands.”

you snorted, flicking her forehead. “you say that every summer, lina.”

“and i mean it every time, pearl.” she shot back, grinning like a maniac.

your mom gave you a look in the rearview. “can we please not start the violence before we get there? at least wait until we’ve said hello.”

“no promises.” solina muttered.

the car crunched to a stop on the familiar gravel driveway, and just like that, you were back. the sturniolo house looked exactly the same. white paint that needed a touch up, blue shutters that chris claimed gave it “character” and the porch swing that was one gust of wind away from falling off.

on the porch stood marylou and jimmy, smiling like you’d never been gone. and leaning against the railing, and arguing about god knows what, were the triplets.

matt was right there. hair longer than last summer, sun catching on the tips. he had that lazy smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing, and when his eyes caught yours, something in your stomach flipped so violently you thought you might actually die.

“YO!” chris yelled, hopping over the railing because of course he did. “pearl’s finally here. we were about to eat the cake without you.”

you grinned, stepping out of the car. “you would, asshole.” “damn right,” he said, pulling you into a hug that nearly knocked you over. “you look different. like, in a hot way. don’t make it weird.”

“it’s already weird,” you said, shoving him, but you were laughing. nick was next, hugging you tight and whispering, “bitch. bitch. you look insane. matt’s gonna pass the fuck out.”

“nick, shut the fuck up,” you hissed, cheeks burning. he just winked and skipped off to help solina with bags, leaving you to deal with marylou, who immediately smothered you like the queen she was.

“happy belated birthday, sweetheart! we’ve got cake, we’ve got dinner, and nobody’s allowed to make plans tonight. it’s your night, okay? i’ve been waiting for this all week.”

you hugged her tight, smiling into her shoulder. “missed you guys.”

“missed you too, honey,” she said, patting your back. “and wait ‘til you see the cake. pink frosting, just how you like it.”

your mom came around the car, arms full of bags. “marylou, you didn’t have to go all out again. she’s already spoiled enough.”

marylou waved her off. “oh, hush. she only turns eighteen once.” “and we are celebrating all weekend.” your mom said, nudging you. “i brought basically all of her swimsuits, just in case anyone forgets she’s now someone i have to worry about.”

“mom.” you groaned.

“what? i’m just saying. you look great, hon.”

matt hadn’t said anything yet, just watched you with that unreadable expression. you walked up to him, tilting your head.

“hey.”

his smile widened. “hey, birthday girl.” he pulled you into a hug, one hand resting lightly on your waist, and yeah… maybe he had gotten taller. “missed you.”

you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face. “missed you too.”

solina cleared her throat dramatically behind you. “so, are we going to stand here all day or what?”

jimmy laughed. “let’s get your stuff inside. and nobody’s touching that cake until after dinner, capisce?”

“we’ll see about that.” chris said as he hopped through the house, making his way to the kitchen.

“yeah, we know fatass. see he’s already running to the kitchen, even though he was just there. 10 minutes ago.” he yelled out before talking to you, solina and matt.

lina laughed. “is nate coming over today?” she asks as she holds the door open for the rest of you. matt gave you a weird look before looking back at her. “yeah, probably after dinner. kid only wants the cake.”

after some time getting unpacked and eating dinner, (not without the unmistakable tension between you and the boys,) it’s time for cake. nate shows up record time after chris texted him that they’re done with dinner, a knock erupting loudly against the front door. “open up!”

solina’s face lit up and looked at you and you smiled. “go say hi,” you mouthed and she shook her head. “i can’t.” she mouthed back and you rolled your eyes.

nathan came running in, probably a bit drunk, and wrapped his arms around you from around the chair, smothering your hair in kisses. “pearl! so good to fuckin’ see you, kid.” nate’s boston accent was very obvious , even though he literally lived in cape cod.

you smiled as you patted his arms. “hey nate.” you looked up at solina, and she didn’t have the best expression. you never really see this face from her, but when she noticed you looking at her, she gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

the cake finally came out, and it looked like something out of a bakery window. pink frosting piled high, way too many sprinkles, and your name written in big, loopy letters. marylou really did go all out, and it was so obnoxiously perfect that you almost wanted to cry.

“okay,” nate said, leaning over your shoulder, “if you don’t eat that corner piece, i will.”

“try me.” you shot back, smacking his hand to which he gasped at, exaggerating.

“friends, friends,” chris said, sliding up next to you and tossing an arm over your shoulders, “no need to fight. i’m happy to feed pearl. with my own hands, if necessary.”

you blinked. “what the hell.” nick laughed so hard he nearly choked on frosting. “you’re disgusting.”

“what?” chris grinned, leaning into you a little. “just being a gentleman.”

you elbowed him, but he didn’t move. “you’re definitely something.” he winked. “you’re welcome.”

matt watched the exchange from across the table, spoon in his mouth, eyes narrowed just slightly. you caught it, the flicker of something, and he quickly looked away, back to his cake like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

your stomach twisted.

you weren’t sure if it was from the sugar or the way matt kept not looking at you.

later, when the kitchen was a wreck of empty plates and a table full of crumbs and pieces of cake, everyone migrated to the back porch, sprawled out under the string lights. the air was cooler now, but still humid.

nick pulled out his phone, camera already rolling. “alright, truth or dare, bitches. no backing out.”

“absolutely not,” your mom called from inside. “you guys can not break anything this year.” marylou followed it up with, “and no skinny dipping! please. last year was enough.”

solina snorted. “that wasn’t even us.”

“it was chris.” your mom corrected.

“guilty.” chris grinned, not even pretending to be sorry.

nick flopped onto the porch steps, eyes on you. “pearl, truth or dare.” you groaned. “you’re really coming for me first?”

“obviously.”

you glanced at solina, who gave you a do it look. matt was sitting nearby, stretching out his legs, eyes flicking to you over the rim of his soda. chris was eyeing you while he moved from his seat with nate, next to you.

“fine. truth.”

nick smirked like he’d been waiting for this. “who do you think is the hottest triplet?”

immediate chaos. chris gasped dramatically, matt nearly spit out his drink, and even jimmy, from inside, yelled, “i don’t wanna know!”

you laughed so hard you nearly doubled over. “nick, you bitch.”

“answer the question, pearl.” solina said, eyes wide, eating this up.

you looked at all three of them. chris, grinning like an idiot, leaning in like he already knew what you’d say, matt, quiet, watching you, waiting.

“okay,” you said slowly, dragging it out, “it’s definitely not nick.”

“rude!” nick clutched his chest like you stabbed him.

you pretended to think, tapping your chin. “hmm. it’s a tie.” chris raised a brow. “between?”

“chris and matt.” you said, shrugging like it meant nothing, but your pulse was fucking insane.

nate and nick were already dying laughing. “oh my god, this is better than i thought.”

matt just looked at you, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite name.

chris bumped your leg with his. “so what you’re saying is, i’ve got a chance.”

you leaned in, close enough that he froze. “not a big one.”

his jaw dropped. “damn.”

“harsh,” solina cackled. “but fair.”

you met matt’s eyes again, and this time, he didn’t look away.

you couldn’t either.

a/n : ok how do we feel… what team are u on? do we like solina? nate? what’s ur thoughts? SPILLLLL

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[bandagesquandering]

[IRL]

Dazai clicked on an album labelled ‘CHUUYA’, the only album on his device, and scrolled for a frankly concerning amount of time. He eventually settled on one, turning his screen towards his dog.

He relished in this kind of interaction, and the uncertainty of their gambling, the lingering adrenaline making his heart beat in his ears as he looked down at the frustrated Chuuya.

“Well, this one is my favourite.” he grinned, an annoying, teasing lilt to his voice. “Of course, I have a few others.”

Never in a billion years would Chuuya ever have thought he'd be going on a date with fucking 'Dazai I'm-not-gay-Osamu' yet, here he was. Waiting outside his 'neighbourhood' (that's just filled with thousands of shipping containers. Chuuya refuses to step foot in that place.)

"The food better be worth it..."

He mutters absent-mindedly, his hand fiddling at the end of his coat.

[IRL]

Dazai found himself fixing his arm warmers for the millionth time, staring into the red eyes which peered back at him from the depths of the small mirror hanging from the wall of his shipping container. He wasn't stalling, or nervous, just... doing whatever he could to annoy Chuuya, that's all.

With a final tug on his accessories, he let out a long exhale, shaking his messy hair out. He'd made the mutt wait long enough.

He expertly maneuvered through the cluttered neighborhood (Chuuya would claim it was but a landfill, though Dazai knew that was the man's insanity talking) until he spotted a familiar head of orange hair from a distance. He strode over to the being, his heart pounding with what could only be overflowing hatred.

"For all the time you took, you look awfully shitty," he purred from behind, sending the dog a grin.

[sv3t1ana]

SYNOPSIS ᯓ Satoru Gojo was the worst kind of DJ, the kind who knows he's hot, rich, and talented. You were the only girl in the club not impressed. So, of course, he makes you his problem, escorting you to a backroom when his set was over to fuck you absolutely senseless.

PAIRING ᯓ DJ! Gojo x fem! reader

WARNINGS ᯓ club AU, smut MDNI, fingering (f receiving), spanking, cowgirl, he's ROUGH, pussydrunk, he fucks you SILLY, lots of dirty talk, biting, he makes a mess of you, choking, cervix kissing, multiple orgasms, he wants to impregnate you, it's a damn marathon

WORD COUNT ᯓ 5.0k

You stretched your arms over your head, the pillow slipping from your grasp and falling to the floor with a dull thud. You groaned, eyes squinting against the harsh light streaming in through the blinds, and glanced at the digital clock by your bed. 9:00 AM. God damn it. You were hoping to sleep the day away again, just like last night. But here you were, wide awake, tangled in a mess of blankets, wondering why you spent so much of the last year wrapped up in a guy who didn’t deserve you.

It had only been a week since you broke up with him, and yet at the same time, it felt like a lifetime. You couldn’t help but feel stupid. He was boring, so boring. A drone of empty words spewing nonsense about work and finances, an endless parade of rules and restrictions. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d felt truly alive in the entire year you’d been together. He’d keep you tight on your leash, his idea of a relationship was control. Only one day a week for your friends? No late nights, no spontaneous plans. No freedom. The constant anxiety of wondering if you’d been enough, if you’d pass his test of demands. But now, all you felt was this gnawing frustration. Why had you settled for that?

Sighing, you rolled out of bed and padded your way to the bathroom, tugging at the oversized t-shirt that hung loosely over your body. Your hair was a mess, no surprise there, and you hadn’t bothered to touch a drop of mascara in what felt like forever. You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection a reminder of just how much you’d let yourself go. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing. Maybe it was just what you needed.

Your phone buzzed on the counter, snapping you from your daze. A text message from Shoko flashed on the screen.

Shoko: “Get out of the house for once, it’s been a week. You need to get back out there.”

You frowned, staring at the screen. The last thing you wanted was to be out there, mingling, pretending that everything was fine when it wasn’t. But you knew Shoko. She wouldn’t stop until you were back out in the world.

Before you could even type a reply, another text message came through in the group chat.

Utahime: “Get over that fucking loser already. We’re taking you out tonight. And we’re making some bad fucking decisions, just like the old days.”

Your lips twitched in amusement, they were both your best friends since college. Reckless, unhinged, unrelenting.

You looked at yourself in the mirror again. The bags under your eyes from last night’s sleeplessness stared back at you, your reflection a stark reminder of the wreckage your relationship left behind. You rolled your eyes, exhaling. Maybe you didn’t want to go out, but if you didn’t, Shoko and Utahime would make your life miserable. You grabbed your phone, typing out the only response you could.

You: “Yeah, whatever. Fine.”

After hitting send, you tossed your phone and moved toward the shower.

Later that day, you hurriedly rushed through your apartment, heels clicking against the wooden floor as you paced around. Your closet was a mess, clothes strewn about from the mess of getting dressed. You hadn’t worn heels in so long, you had to physically wipe dust off of them before even thinking about putting them on. So much for getting back out there.

You laughed at yourself as you walked into the living room in oversized sweatpants and an old shirt with holes in it, paired with heels that didn’t belong. You looked ridiculous, but at least you weren’t a complete mess, right? You’d forgotten how to feel sexy with all the stress of the breakup, but tonight, you were going to remind yourself of who the fuck you were.

You walked over to the closet, pulling out a soft, black, mini-dress that clung to your curves like it was designed specifically with you in mind. The fabric accentuated your soft, natural shape. Nothing too tight, but it was enough to make your hips sway and bust stand out in the best way. Maybe you could make this night a little more about you than the mess of your past.

You sat on the floor in front of your mirror, makeup scattered around you like some kind of artistic chaos. Your hands moved with their usual precision, applying mascara to your lashes with practiced ease. A little light eyeliner, subtle eyeshadow that made the color of your eyes pop, and a slick of lip gloss to finish it off.

You took one last look at yourself, almost not recognizing the person staring back at you. You couldn’t help but blush, just a little self-confidence wouldn’t hurt.

Suddenly a horn honked outside your window. You heard it again, this time for longer, and you knew it was Shoko and Utahime. You grabbed your bag and slipped out the door, heels clicking once more as you made your way down the stairs.

The midnight air outside was a mix of cool and sticky, but the moment you stepped out of the car it was like walking into a furnace. The club loomed ahead, neon lights dancing in every direction as you trailed behind Shoko and Utahime toward the entrance. The bass hit first, a deep, pulsing thud that rattled your chest before even reaching the door. You could hear the muffled roar of the crowd even from the street, the sounds of bodies pressed against one another, strobe lights flashing through the glass windows. The club was already packed, every inch of the place overflowing with heat, energy, and chaos.

You took a deep breath as the bouncer let you in. The smell hit you instantly, sweat, perfume, and a sharp tang of alcohol mixing with the faint remnants of cigarette smoke that lingered in the air. It was almost intoxicating, the flashing lights making you feel like you’d stepped into another world, the kind where nobody knew you and nobody cared to. You could be whoever you wanted to be here.

The layout of it was pretty simple, sleek. The bar stretched across the back wall, glowing under harsh white lights, bartenders moving swiftly and expertly mixing drinks while the crowd leaned in, shouting to be heard over the blaring music. Small seating areas lined the edges of the floor, tucked in alcoves with low leather chairs and intimate tables, though no one was sitting tonight. Everyone was on the dance floor, and ahead, towering above everything else was the DJ booth.

You squinted past the crowd, eyes catching on the huge, flashing screen behind the booth. The letters “DJ GOJO” blinked in bold blues, glaring lights, and then you saw him.

Gojo.

He was wearing signature sunglasses, black ones with silver arms. His white hair pushed around messily, gleaming in the neon lights surrounding him. His black shirt hung loose, just the right kind of cool without trying too hard. It clung to his broad shoulders, and when he leaned over adjusting his mixer you caught a glimpse of the silver chains around his neck. His whole presence screamed confidence, arrogance. His effortless smirk and the way his hands moved to the beat without even thinking about it, yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

The crowd around him was a mixture of giddy girls, learning toward the booth, lifting their tops to flash him. Lingering glances, too-big smiles, begging for his acknowledgment. He brushed them all off like it was second nature to him, an effortless wave of the hand. It wasn’t new. Not to Gojo. He was used to all this.

Shoko leaned into your ear, voice barely audible over the chaos of the music. “I’m out, girl. You know the deal.” She winked before grabbing Utahime’s arm. “Let’s find some trouble tonight, yeah?”

Utahime shot you a look, already following Shoko to the bar. “You coming, or do you need a moment to find your own trouble?” she teased, flashing you a toothy grin.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m good, thanks.” You weren’t here to find someone tonight. You were here to let loose, shake of the weight of everything that happened in the last week. Maybe get a little drunk. Tomorrow would be the same, except you’d be back in your own comfy bed, regretting every bad decision tonight.

But of course, that didn’t stop Utahime from dragging you to the dance floor with her.

The music was pounding, a deep house beat that made your ribcage rattle as it filtered through the speakers. The lights flashed in time with the rhythm, neon hues splashing across your face, your shoulders, around your waist. You and Utahime fall into step together, giggling as you lost yourself in the music. Your body moved instinctively, the beat pulsing in your veins, bass vibrating your bones. You felt like you were floating, the world blurring around you. The crowd was packed, too packed, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t focused on anyone but Utahime, letting her laughter bubble up in your chest.

It was easy to get lost in the music like this, how it wrapped around you, making your body hum. You weren’t thinking about anything but the moment, being here and forgetting everything else. The people around you were just a blur, faces, bodies, movements that didn’t matter.

But from the corner of your eye, you could feel it. Feel him.

Gojo.

He was still up there, brushing off more girls, moving between the controls and the mic with a practiced ease, his presence commanding the room. Though something was different now, his gaze was on you.

He noticed.

Not because you were dancing for him, no, that would’ve been too simple. He noticed because you weren’t looking at him at all. Everyone else was, but you? Lost in your own world, dancing for yourself, not for the attention. Your body moved to the beat so unaware, unbothered by the crowd or eyes on you. Something about that made Gojo shift.

Damn, he thought. Should I mix something just for her?

For the first time in what felt like forever, someone wasn’t dancing for him. The idea alone got under his skin in the best way. It made him want to do something just for you, just to see if you’d react.

He adjusted the controls, beat shifting in a more sultry direction as he slid his hands across the mixer. The tempo dropped, music growing deeper, heavier, and sexier. A low baseline hummed in your chest, pulling you closer to the beat, the kind of rhythm that made your hips move without thinking. You didn’t notice, not yet, but Gojo was playing just for you.

“Yo, even the too-cool-for-this crowd is feelin’ it now,” Gojo’s voice echoed through the mic between songs, and you froze for a second. Was that…? You turned your head, a flicker of curiosity making its way through the haze of the club.

Was he talking about you?

The music eventually shifted to a low hum as Gojo’s set hit intermission. The crowed groaned in disappointment, but he didn’t care. He was lounging behind the DJ booth, a break from the pulsing beats, but it didn’t stop his presence from lingering. The strobe lights still flashed in random intervals, lighting up the bar area with bursts of neon greens and pinks, everything looking like a half-dreamed, blurred haze. You found yourself on the edge of the crowd, perched on a stool at the bar, absently scrolling through your phone.

You hadn’t really planned on being here for more than just the music, but the thought of leaving hadn’t even crossed your mind. You weren’t here to pick anyone up. Hell, you were barely even looking at anyone. Just waiting out the night.

But then you felt the prickling sensation of being watched and slowly, your fingers stilled on your phone screen, the rhythm of the crowd fading into the background as you became hyper-aware of the eyes on you. It was Gojo’s, his penetrating blue eyes that seemed to burn a hole straight through you, eyes locked on yours from across the room.

He was leaning over the bar now, sunglasses perched on his forehead as he whispered something to the bartender. His gaze slid back to you, smirk slowly tugging at the corner of his lips, like he’d been waiting for this.

“You’re the only girl in this club not in love with me. Should I be concerned?” His words were smooth, effortless like he’d said them a million times before.

You didn’t flinch, not even looking up from your phone at first. Lights flickered from above, wild shadows casting his face, but you could still make out the sharpness in his jaw, the casualness with which he moves. Every inch of him oozing that effortless confidence.

“Gojo, huh? Never heard of you,” you quipped with a nonchalance that surprised even you. You leaned back, crossing your arms, watching as the faintest trace of annoyance flashed across his face.

That little response, it was like flicking a switch in him. His smirk grew, just a little more adverse now.

“Is that so?” he leaned in closer, voice dropping lower, a hint of mockery in his tone. “You keep looking at me like you’ve got something to say. I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help it, the words were right there, on the tip of your tongue just itching to be said. And when you spoke your voice was dry, biting.

“I bet you’re only good at DJing because you’re hot. If you were ugly, no one would care.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, a brief silence flicking between you two, and you could feel the tension in the palpable air around you. It was like you’d just thrown a match into a gasoline-drenched room. But then his lips parted again, and he leaned in close enough you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“You talk a big game,” he said, sending goosebumps to prickle your entire body. “Wonder how you’ll sound when I make you moan.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and you could almost feel your pulse spike at the implications of what he just said.

He was, without a doubt, testing your limits. And damn, you were so close to snapping.

In a smooth motion he turned to the bartender, exchanging words briefly as if he were completely unaffected by the stirring uncertainty between you two. That nonchalant ease of his, how he seemed to move through the world with such assertiveness, like he could have any woman he wanted with just a look.

He turned back to you with a grin that was all too self-assured. “How ‘bout a drink, then? Only if you promise to actually enjoy yourself tonight, though. Can’t have you looking miserable in my club.”

You watched as his fingers brushed along the edge of the bar before calling the bartender over.

You almost didn’t know how to respond. His cocky attitude being what made him so infuriatingly attractive. But there was just something else about him drawing you in, something more risky under his charm.

You looked at his hand, still brushing the surface of the bar, fingers lingering too long on the counter.

You could feel his warmth even though he wasn’t directly touching you, the weight of him next to you having its own gravitational pull. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end with him standing just a little too close, practically hovering over you as he leaned in to speak, his voice muffled by the music but still able to send a ripple of awareness through you.

He was such a stark contrast between your ex, who barely ever liked to dance, preferring to sit in silence and sip his drink than let loose to the music. He never understood what it felt like to be this free, he didn’t know how to make your heart race, how to turn a simple night into an experience.

Gojo on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was alive in the moment, radiating an energy you couldn’t look away from, magnetic presence impossible to ignore.

And just then as he leaned back against the bar you couldn’t help but notice him again, really notice him.

His tall frame, the way he loomed, all long limbs with casual grace, moving like a king in his own kingdom.

Light flashing across his face highlighting those white lashes, sharp jaw, blue eyes that cut through the dimness of the club

Something snapped and you could audibly hear it.

Electricity coursing through your veins at a primal level now, a blatant burning desire. You were tired of playing this cool, thinking this might just be what you needed.

Fuck it, I’ll fuck this DJ.

Before you could make your move he stood up straight, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. He shot you one last look, a challenge, before returning to the DJ booth.

The last bit of his set went on for about fifteen minutes, having you on the edge of your seat each time you locked eyes across the room.

Smug bastard grinning like he already knew what you decided.

His smirk was maddening. He had nothing to say as he made his way to you, he could tell from the way your body shifts, in the way you stopped pretending to be indifferent.

He stepped close to you, a hand brushing your waist as he leans into your ear in a low teasing tone you were already getting way too familiar with. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here.”

The words are simple, but the implication is charged. He slung an arm over your back, palm resting on your hip as he pulled you through the crowd like he owns the entire place. And for all intents and purposes, he might as well.

Security barely looks up as you two pass, him leading you down a hallway no regular guests are allowed in. It’s quiet, but you could feel your pulse picking up like you didn’t belong here. And yet, Gojo made you feel like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

The backroom door opens and you step into a space so different from the club. Bass muffled, neon lights just a faint glow under the crack of the door, all dim lights and leather furniture. It smelled like expensive cologne and straight up lust.

He didn’t waste any time, the door shutting behind him as the weight of everything building up until this point splitting apart.

You stepped back, hitting the wall behind you as he towered over you, body pressed so close his warm and spicy cologne filling the depths of your lungs, breath hitching as he looked at you with pure, raw, unadulterated lust.

“You were so tough earlier. Got nothing to say now?” he taunts, voice playful but laced with an edge of control. You already knew he loved this game, and now you’re stuck playing it.

He didn’t waist a second in grabbing your leg and pulling it around his waist. You felt his hardness press against you making you hold in a desperate whimper. His hands were greedy, feeling every part of your body his long limbs could reach. He had no hesitation, just rough, urgent hands that wanted all of you.

And you looked so pretty like this, hair framing your face perfectly while your lips shone in the dim lighting, looking at him with big, craving eyes that had him so weak. And maybe this is what it was about you that he felt so drawn to, your willingness to cave to desire while maintaining tranquility. You were so alluring, your own volition taking precedence over anything else, the way you looked at him straight, saw him for what he was. You weren’t just some clout-hungry woman that paraded the fact she fucked the DJ Gojo, rather a woman standing firm in the face of zeal.

His fingers trailed up and down your thigh as your hands linked behind his neck, when you didn’t respond to his question, he pressed his knee between your legs, watching you squirm beneath him.

“If you want it, you gotta say it.” His breath ghosting your skin, inhaling your scent as he did everything but press his lips to yours, he wanted to watch you break first.

You huffed, smiling slightly before bringing your lips to his in a frenzied kiss, darting his tongue out making you suck it, drips of your mixed saliva staining his top as he utterly devoured you with his lips.

Taking your bottom lip in his mouth and biting down hard, his length twitching against your middle as you let out a gripe yelp, which only made him do it again and again.

He kissed you sloppy, mouth devouring yours while his hands traveled your body thoroughly, wildly clawing at the rotund tissue your body offered, and making no effort to hide the moans escaping his lips.

It was filthy, desperate, and unapologetic the way he had you bent over his lap, stuffing three fingers knuckle deep into your lamenting pussy, panties pushed aside and forgotten, giving you absolutely no time to adjust to him, hitting the deepest parts of you as you cried out.

“Let ‘em hear,” he smirked, whispering in your ear as he worked you with his fingers, your pussy battered repeatedly by his long digits.

“Mmm, need to feel you cum,” he instructed, and almost immediately you did. It might’ve been the drink you had or the heat of this all. Either way you were entirely blissed out, sweaty when your mouth dropped open letting out the most guttural wail when the reeling halted, spasming while draped over his lap as he talked you through it.

“That’s right, don’t hold back for me.” He rewards you with a loud slap! to your left cheek, leaving behind a large, red handprint. “S’good for me.”

Your dress was nearly in shreds, breasts popping out the top as the straps stretched and strained under the tension, the hem of it riding up your middle as you straddled him, panties long discarded at some point.

He was fumbling to remove his dick from its confines, your thighs trembling over him eyeing his flushed tip spilling clear liquid, coating his length as he pumped himself a couple times.

“Sit up,” he instructed, teeth clacking with his as he brought your lips together in a swift motion, positioning himself at your soppy entrance.

In one swift motion he grabbed your hips, engulfing himself balls deep as he drove your hips down. His fingerpads were clammy as they gripped you, squeezing like his life depended on it.

He fucked you deeply, driving his hips upward to meet your descent as you just sat there and took it, feeling his girth breach your tight walls, an insane force driving you absolutely mad at the way he fucked you so frantically.

His strangled moans caught somewhere between your lips and his, the ragged movements of his hips as slaps of skin and muffled grunts filled the air. And he looked so delicate like this, drenched white locks disheveled and sticking to his skin like gum, muscles flexing under his shirt.

Oh god, how you wished to see it. So you attempted to grab the hem of his shirt, but the ardent thrust of his hips making it impossible.

He mumbled something unintelligible before almost ripping it at the seams, tossing it over his head and letting it fall across the room.

He was so chiseled despite his tall frame, looking like a sculpture carved from the gods as you scratched your nails deep across his chest. His skin usually a wispy white now dusted in a blushed pink, his striking cerulean eyes with blown out pupils a stark contrast to his pale eyelashes accompanied with heavy lids.

His brows furrowed, corner of his mouth twitching as he somehow fucked you harder, with more abandon.

It was so erotic, just two bodies glossed in a sheen of sweat where he used you like a personal fuck toy. Your pussy squelching! and splashing! with every drive, your walls beating around him erratically.

“fuck- Gojo ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna-”

He crashed his lips into yours, drawing out all of your moans while you melted into him, savoring the smoky taste of whiskey on his lips, mumbling something unintelligible when he reached his peak shortly after you, sparing no excuse to slow down.

You were sitting on your hands and knees, his erection still planted deep inside you as he gripped your jaw, turning your head to meet him. “Call me Satoru.”

You just nodded, your sparkly, glossed lipstick staining his face and makeup running down your cheeks in salty tears you didn’t even know fell.

He manhandled you how he wanted, pushing on your back so you fell forward flat, he cradled you in a prone bone position, using a hand to move the hair off the back of your neck.

In this position the tip of his dick hit deep inside you in a way that made you indisputably pliant. He fucked his own cum deeper and deeper, “Ya’ like it when I’m rough- ngh- don’t ya’.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, relishing the sweet pain as your pussy poured out, a mix of your arousal and his cum staining, and probably, ruining the leather beneath you. It was filthy, sloppy in the way he made such a mess of you and liked it.

Your makeup only streaming further down your face to curve under your jaw and pool before he lifted you by the neck, his long digits spanning more than half the circumference of it and tightening his hold, feeling the way your pulse restricted in his palm, how you let out choked sobs and let your face contort as he repeatedly pounded your cervix, no doubt bruising it.

He only let go to begin leaving bite marks at your neck, leaving long, wet stripes with his tongue over the back of your neck only to clamp your skin between his teeth and clench his jaw, marking you in any way he could think of.

And he didn’t let up, not for a second when he felt your body stutter below him as his body smashed into yours, using the head of his cock to hammer into your g-spot, dragging over it repeatedly and leaving you a gasping mess, pleading your lungs for more air as his pace only quickened, relaxing his pace for a fraction of a second, parting with your salacious body as he lifted your hips, setting you on your knees and letting himself slide in and out of you so effortlessly.

He used his thumbs to grip you, opening you up to view the pornographic way your pussy let out globules of his seed, your entire thighs and his abdomen drenched from the way your pussy wept for him.

Having to physically hold your frail, fucked-out body up, he drunkenly wallowed in how you rasped for him. You looked the most beautiful to him now, body basically jelly.

Oh he was so smitten with you. He was so lust-driven, becoming pussy-drunk long ago as neither his stamina nor erection wavered. He wanted to fuck you filthy, filthy in the kind of way you couldn’t walk tomorrow, filthy in the way you’d have to take multiple showers at home, filthy in the way you’d have to avoid going in public for at least a week because of his marks on you.

His brain was shattered, short-circuiting as his thrusts left the couch below you two creak! and splinter the wood legs holding it up, leather absolutely drenched in a mix of bodily fluids.

He didn’t care at all about replacing it, no matter how expensive it was.

He wanted you to never think about another dick besides his, he wanted you to know no one could make you this breathless besides him.

“Ah- fuck- she’s takin’ me so well,” he panted between breaths. Absolutely enamored by the indecent sounds your pussy was making for him. “She’s so vulgar- fuuck-”

To say he was addicted was downplaying it, no, he was devoted to your body.

A crazed smirk playing on his lips, lapping his teeth as he gripped your cheeks roughly, watching bright red spots appear before gripping you again and again, watching you struggle to take him, your entrance swelling around his length, drudging in attempt to adapt to his volatile pace. He only seemed to get bigger, balls tighter and tighter as time went on.

Cumming over and over on him you lost count, head buzzing in pleasure, eyes fuzzy as your body jolted with each smack of his hips, losing your touch on reality right when you felt Gojo bend, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

“Gonna fuckin’- ngh- impregnate you,” all while you felt a sharp sting at your shoulder, the curve of your back sweating under his form as he emptied everything he had inside, heaps of cum spilling out of you in sticky, white streams, slowing his pace to a stop for the first time in hours to grunt in your ear, the tips of his stringy white locks cold on your back.

“Damn sweetheart,” he drawls, pushing your hair out of your face, smoothing the bite marks he left. “Didn’t know you could sound that pretty.”

He laughs, pleased with himself watching how your body still trembled, grinning like he didn’t just fuck you senseless, like he didn’t just erase the memories you had of mistakenly having sex with anyone else.

You glare at him, but it’s half-hearted at best.

“What?” he teases, tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue? ‘Cause she was real chatty-” pointing to your pussy, still a steady stream leaking out of your entrance.

You could only look at him through clouded vision, feeling as he lifted off to you, retrieving a water bottle from the mini-fridge and handing it to you, “stay hydrated, babe.”

Like he didn’t just fuck you so good you forgot your own damn name.

[rafenextdoor]

CRUSH - RAFE CAMERON PT. 1

he looks like he works with his hands, and smells like marlboro reds it makes me so, uh, and i can’t get enough of it

content: inspired on the song crush by ethel cain. mechanic!rafe au. reader isn’t from obx but she would be considered more kook. includes smut, phone sex, fingering, jacking off, dirty talk, age gap (reader is eighteen), MINORS DNI!!!!!

word count: 2.2k

a/n: can’t decide whether i love or hate this tbh.. lol i wrote this with an ending where i’d be able to expand on it and do a pt. 2 depending on if it’s received well so lmk! and thank you sm for the notes on my first fic!! mwah <3

your day was already off to a rough start.

first, you slept through the alarm you specifically set for seven am— so you didn’t wake up until nine with not enough time to get ready.

then, you stopped to get coffee at dunkin and they completely messed up your order to the point it wasn’t even drinkable— leaving you irritable the rest of the morning.

now, on today of all days your car conveniently decides to break down right as you were about to make it to your destination— with no way to call for help.

you had forgotten to charge your phone the night before, and in the midst of rushing out the house you didn’t think to grab a charger. safe to say you were not doing so well.

it was the beginning of summer, and you were making your annual drive to outer banks to spend the next few months with your dad. you lived in charleston, with your mom. your parents split a few years ago, but it had been a long time coming. they came to an arrangement that you would stay with her full time, and visit him whenever you weren’t in school. it was easier that way.

you were eighteen, and just finished your senior year only a few days ago. now it was time for vacation. sun tanning all day, partying all night. you always looked forward to spending your summer’s in kildare.

that’s if you could fucking make it there.

you pulled off to the side of the dirt road, your car stuttering until it stopped with a thud. you were stuck in the middle of no where, the only thing surrounding you being tall pine trees that went in both directions for miles. the last store you passed was a gas station, probably abandoned anyway, but that was at least thirty minutes back. even if your phone wasn’t dead, the possibility of getting service out here was doubtful.

you sat in the car for a bit, contemplating your choices. your dad was expecting you over an hour ago, so surely he would be sending a search and rescue team soon.. right?

yeah, you wouldn’t bet on it.

realizing that wasn’t going to happen, you got out and started to inspect your pink volkswagen. it was blistering hot— peak of june— the carolina sun beating down on your exposed shoulders. you were breaking a sweat just by standing there.

that’s when rafe saw you.

he was riding out of town to go get supplies for the shop, driving down that same dirt road in his black beat up truck— the one he only used for work. he had a toothpick in his mouth, chewing on the end of the stick until he damn near choked on it at the sight of you.

your car stood out first— shade of barbie pink in a sea of evergreen— but then there you were.

you were bent over the front, face down and plump ass up, oblivious as ever that your already tiny shorts were riding up your thick thighs. your bleach blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, sunglasses perched on your nose. you could be straight from a playboy magazine.

you were so focused that you didn’t hear him walk up until he cleared his throat and spoke.

“need some help darlin’?” his voice was smooth, thick like honey with a southern drawl. the type to make your knees weak.

you poked your head up, pushing back your shades as your doe eyes met his blue ones. his brown hair was shaggy, some pieces sticking to his forehead with sweat from the heat. he still wore a red flannel, rolled at the sleeves and unbuttoned down his chest with some black jeans. you noticed a silver chain dangling from his neck.

you felt like melting at the sight. “oh, ummm..”

“unless you got it all covered, that is.”

you shook your head. “no, no, please. sorry.”

he held back a smirk, watching you hide your manicured hands that were caught digging somewhere they didn’t belong. you crossed your arms over your chest, tits nearly spilling out from your little tube top since you went braless that day.

he had to stop himself from staring. ‘she doesn’t have a clue in the world’ he thought.

you moved off to the side, letting him stand in your place to get a better look. he leaned down, eyes briefly scanning over the engine and transmission before pulling the hood to close it shut.

“nothin’ wrong in there, sweetheart.”

you knitted your brows in confusion, skeptical. “are you sure about that?”

he gestured to your back wheel with a snicker. “just a flat, quick fix.”

his words were confirmed when you saw it yourself, sitting so low to the ground that it no longer held the shape of a circle. “i.. didn’t see that..”

he hummed. “right. well you got a spare don’t you?”

“i don’t think so.”

“y’don’t think so?”

he strolled to the trunk, popping it open and lifting the lining to reveal a spare. oh.

“i got some tools in my trunk, gimme a second.”

you blushed in embarrassment. you weren’t really the brightest girl, you knew that. but this stranger, on the contrary, seemed like knew everything off the tip of his tongue.

he came back with a wrench in one hand and a jack in the other, half burnt cigarette hanging from his lips.

“daddy never showed you how to change a tire before?” he took a drag, setting the tools down in the grass.

you bit your lip. “never needed to until now, i guess.”

he paused for a beat, his tone was low and soothing. “‘s a mans job anyway. pretty girls like you should just sit back and watch.”

and that you did. he barely made you lift a finger, only asking for you to hold the lug nuts while he twisted them on and off. he finished it all within a few minutes, like a professional.

he stood up from the ground, wiping his hands on his pants as he leaned against the passenger side door. “good as new, darlin’.”

he reached into his pocket to fetch his wallet, finding a piece of cardstock amongst the wad of cash and handed it to you. “if you need anythin’ else done while you’re in town.”

your thumb hovers across the imprinted ink.

Rafe Cameron

Cameron’s Auto and Body Repair

1028 Driftwood Landing

Pelican, NC 27269

202-482-2009

you looked up to see him already gathering his tools, fixing to leave. “wait, let me give you some money before you go.”

he dismissed you. “don’t. i’m sure you’ll find a way to pay me back somehow.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

rafe didn’t leave your mind the rest of the day.

you got home a little after three, unpacking and taking a shower before getting something to eat. you found an old charger in your nightstand, probably one that you left by accident from the year prior, and plugged in your phone.

a series of texts rolled through. most of them being from your friends who knew you’d be arriving in town that day, wondering where you were, but that was tomorrows problem.

tonight you were too busy thinking about him.

you scrambled through your purse, reaching for the business card he gave you.

it was late— probably too late to hit up a guy you just met a few hours ago— but fuck it.

you: hi ♡

you almost unsent the message, but he responded right away.

rafe: hey, sweetheart

you: how’d you know it was me?

rafe: my clients don’t normally send me emojis, doll.

you smiled to yourself, rolling over to lay on your stomach.

you: i don’t think i ever got to thank you today.

rafe: is that why you’re messaging me so late?

you: ten pm is late to you, old man?

rafe: you don’t sound very thankful to me with that tone.

you felt something turn in your core reading his message. deciding to be bold, you sent one last text.

you: call me and i’ll show you.

you sat there for a second. a minute turned into two and you thought you might’ve scared him away, until his contact popped up on screen.

“hi.” you spoke barely a whisper.

“somethin’ you wanna tell me, darlin’?” his voice was rougher than earlier, coated in a thick sleepiness. you could tell he was in bed.

“it can wait until tomorrow, if you’re too tired.”

“i’m wide awake.”

you flipped around, pressing your thighs together. “thank you.. for what you did today. i would’ve still been there without you.”

“yeah, i’m sure you would’ve.” you could hear his smug over the phone. “i gave you my number in case you had other issues, didn’t think that’d be so soon.”

you loved the way he talked. so full of himself, but rightfully so. it made you want to test him.

“well i do have another problem, it’s just not with my car.”

“what is it then, doll?” he replies, slow and teasing. he knows, he has to. but he wants you to say it.

the throbbing between your legs grows, body reacting faster than you’re able to form words. you slid a hand under your pajamas.

“i want you. i’m.. horny.”

he clicked his tongue, not fully satisfied. “so what am i supposed to do about that?”

you began to feel shy. you’ve gotten this far yet you’re still becoming red in the cheeks, turning your phone away from your ear.

rafe answered on your behalf instead. “you want me to take care of you, is that it? relieve that ache in your tummy?”

“yes.” you breathed out with a whine.

“patience, sweetheart. i can already hear you gettin’ yourself all worked up.” he started to palm his hardened member through his briefs. “i’m gonna talk you through it.”

“okay.” you waited for him now, not daring to go further until he said so.

“rub yourself first, with your panties on. get ‘em so wet that you can’t wear them to bed tonight.”

you took off your pjs, the pads of your fingers running over your cotton panties until you found your clit, pressing on the swollen bud. the sensation made you gasp, so faint that only someone paying attention would be able to catch.

and he did.

you circled it faster, arousal pooling between your thighs and soaking the material. you fidgeted at your own touch.

“rafe..”

he started stroking himself on the other line. “do you normally get off on strangers talkin’ to you like this, hm? lettin’ them cum to your sweet lil’ voice over the phone?”

“nono, it’s just you.” you pulled your panties off all together, abandoning them somewhere on the floor.

“good. keep goin’, darlin’. use two fingers and take it.”

you dipped your middle and ring finger inside your soaping cunt, like it was crying for release. you pumped your wrist in desperation— so much to the point you couldn’t speak— just letting the sounds of plap plap plap echo in the phone for him to listen.

“i knew you were a bad girl from the moment i saw you. skimping around in that outfit earlier, your real lucky it was me who stopped for you.”

he had spit into his hand, jerking it in motions to match your speed. he was imagining himself bottoming out, his cock hitting your walls in a place he knew your small fingers couldn’t reach on their own. your moans continued to get louder.

“your daddy not home to hear you sluttin’ yourself out like this?”

“nuh uh.” you toss your head on your pillow, breathing in and out. “f-feels so good, fuck.”

you were rutting against the heel of your palm, biting down on the plush in attempts to hush yourself.

“then be louder, doll. don’t hold back— not with me.” he ran his thumb along his slit, lathering the head of precum around his head as felt himself get closer.

his orders went straight to your belly, the coil tightening to get ready to cum. “need you so bad, rafe.” you were stretching yourself so well, but not enough. you had to close your eyes— imagining that your fingers were his— rougher and more experienced to pound that spongy spot inside of you.

“i know, and i’ll have you soon, but right now i need you to let go down so i can too. you’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

he coaxed you so well, continuing to mumble praises into the mic until you reached your climax.

you curled the digits, crooking them just enough that you eventually snap— orgasm taking over you. you cried out, body trembling with shakes as you wound down.

he let out a groan as he came, covered in his own slick as he fisted himself alongside with you. hot, white ropes of cum across his toned abs.

“come by the shop tomorrow, it’s time for you to pay up.”

[musings-of-a-rose]

I got an idea for a soul mate type thing with Benny and a girl who works at a coffee shop, as for the soul mate part, maybe every time one person is injured the injury appears on the other person’s in the same spot but as flowers. Oh! With Benny being an MMA fighter he gets punched a lot and it affects his soul mate, so when he goes to her place to tell her about his fight, he sees her covered in flowers that are similar to the bruises on him and it turns inti the soul mate thing dawning on him and him apologizing profusely and her telling him that it wasn’t his fault . Maybe just a tad fluffy at the end

(I also really like your one shots, they’re very good. Thank you

SoulMMAtes

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1865

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Sorry this took so long to get to! I've never written a soulmate au and then I wrote it but we all got sick! I hope this is what you're looking for.

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Benny Miller Masterlist

“Cappucino for Keith!” I project out at the handful of people waiting, a middle aged man coming forward, phone glued to his ear as he snaps his fingers at me, yanking the coffee from my hand and leaving without a word to me. 

“You’re welcome,” I mutter under my breath, moving to take the next order. 

I glance at the ticket and look for what I need, only to find the container empty. I sigh internally and head to the back room, my eyes scanning the shelf to locate the right syrup bottle. Which happens to be on the top shelf. I reach up to grab the bottle, my coworker, Amy, coming in behind me. 

“More flowers?” She points to where my shirt had ridden up, the bottom of a bloom of flowers just visible under the hem. I grab the syrup bottle and stand straight, lifting my shirt slightly to show her the rest. “Your soulmate is either clumsy as fuck or really loves to get beat up.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, that would be my luck.”

“Still no idea who it is?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“Do they hurt still?”

I shrug. “They used to. Now I guess I’m used to it.”

I remember being told about soul mates and our attachment to each other, any pain the other receives will show up on their mate’s bodies in the form of beautiful flower tattoos. They did not mention that pain often comes with it. The first time they appeared, it was my right eye. I missed class and called out of work for a few days. Supposedly, the flowers are to give you a clue as to who your mate is. How it helps, I’m not entirely sure, since I still haven’t found my soulmate yet. 

I follow Amy out of the backroom, bottle of syrup in hand, swapping it out with the old one. Some time passes, and then I hear my favorite regular’s voice placing his order. I look up just as Benny walks to my end of the counter, all blue eyes and a big smile. 

“Hey, sweetheart! Do you ever go home?”

I smile, looking away from the intensity of his gaze for a moment. “Nah. I sleep in the back on top of the bags of beans.”

Benny chuckles and my stomach flips. “Is that why your coffee tastes the best?”

Fuck. Why can’t he be my soulmate?

“I sneak hard core drugs into yours so you’ll keep coming back for more.”

A smile stretches across his face, his eyes darkening slightly. “I’ll come for you anytime.”

I can feel the heat in my cheeks, spreading across my face. I turn, trying to hide it and the smirk on my face as I busy myself with his regular order. I feel a small tug at my heart, a yearning for this man that I know I’m not matched with. I school my face and turn back, handing him his coffee. 

“Well that’s good to know. It’ll save me money. But my dealer may not be happy.”

Benny laughs, his eyes twinkling as he opens his mouth to say something. But then another blonde man walks up to him, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “You ready to go, Ben?”

Is it just me or does Benny look a little…sad? He turns towards the man and nods. “Yeah. Oh, Will. This my favorite barista in the world. This is my brother, Will.” 

He sticks his hand out and I take it briefly, noting the firm grip. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

Will turns to Benny, tossing a thumb over his shoulder. “We gotta go now or you’re gonna be late.” 

Benny glances at his watch. “Shit. Yeah, ok.” He looks at me, a little sadness in his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I feel like my heart is in a wrench. Get over yourself. He’s not even your soulmate. I plaster on a smile that I hope seems genuine. “I’ll be here!”

—----

That night was one of the worst nights in a while. I just barely make it home before the pains start, first across my ribs, then a knee, my cheek, and my eye. The pain is more intense than it has been, and I throw my bag down, kicking off my shoes just to drop my body onto my bed. Smaller flower tattoos erupt across my body for next few minutes, the pain eventually fading into the background as I curl in the fetal position, wondering what the hell my soulmate is doing. Eventually, somehow, I fall asleep.

—----

The morning sun shines through the blinds on my face and I blink awake, stretching my cramped limbs. It’s a moment before I remember why I was in this position. I drag myself into the bathroom, shedding off all my clothes and step in front of the mirror to assess the marks. There are small, lighter ones scattered around my body, mostly on my torso, with the one on my ribs bright and beautiful. Thankfully, the flowers on my face have faded, for the most part. Gently, I touch them, a tear slowly falling down my cheek, thinking about what might have happened to my soulmate. 

I reach for my phone and call my manager, explaining that I can’t come in today. They weren’t having it though, telling me that I’m closing and they’ll see me tonight. Sighing, I hang up the phone and try my best to cover up the gorgeous marks, wondering and hoping that my soulmate is ok. 

—----

The only thing that was getting me through my shift was the thought of maybe seeing Benny. The doors open and close, people coming and going, none of whom are the man I want to see. I shouldn’t want to see him, but I do. About 10 minutes from closing, the last of the customers file out, one of the men laughing loudly and punching his friend in the arm as the door closes behind them. I sigh, moving to start the closing routine, especially since I’m alone. It was so slow, I let the other employee go home early to be with her kid. The door opens as I’m about to dump the remaining coffee. I turn and am met with familiar bright blue eyes, sweaty hair plastered to his face.

“Did I make it?” Benny is trying hard to make it look like he isn’t breathing heavy.

I’m happy to see him, but also worried. “Yeah but..are you ok?”

He nods, slight pain in his eyes that he desperately tries to bury. “ ‘m good.”

There’s silence for a few moments as I watch him try to fight for his life with the breathing. “I’d make you our usual, but honestly that coffee has been sitting a while. You should probably have a decaf tea anyway.”

Benny nods. “Sounds good.”

I turn away from him, hearing him suck some air quickly through his teeth. A little sharp jab in my side reminds me that I’m nearly overdue for another round of pain killers. I head towards our tea shelf. 

“Slow night?” Benny asks.

“Yeah. It’s never busy on these nights.”

I scan the jars on the counter, naturally finding the chamomile on the highest shelf. Sighing, I stand on my tip toes, my arm outstretched to reach the box. My fingertips graze it when I hear Benny move, his shoes thudding across the floor as he comes around the counter. 

“What is that?” He asks, suddenly behind me and the closest he’s ever been. Fuck he smells so good. 

I glance back over my shoulder, tea bag in hand as I mange to turn in place. “Uh…what?”

Benny points to my back, where my shirt had ridden up while reaching for the tea. “The marks.”

My cheeks flush and I look away from him. “Oh, it’s uh…a tatt…too?” Great. That sounded convincing. 

“Show me.” It wasn’t a demand, but it didn’t feel like a request. I swallow the lump in my throat. I know that once he sees the marks, he won’t come back. Why would he waste his time when he could be finding his soul mate?

“It’s nothing, really. A dumb idea when I was younger.”

His eyes soften slightly, his eyebrows pulling together to do that stupid look that makes me go weak. “Can I see?”

We watch each other for a long moment before I nod, turning my back towards him and raising my shirt to show off the beautiful flowers that bloom across my ribs. His fingertips brush against the marks and my body tingles, shivers shooting through ever nerve in my body, my stomach feeling like it’s full of butterflies. 

“I…I am so sorry, sweetheart.”

I turn back to him as he takes a step back, my heart clenching at his movement. “Sorry for what?”

“I didn’t fucking think about…I didn’t realize…holy shit but yeah of course! Oh fuck this makes sense!” The concern is battling with a dawning realization on his face.

“Benny, what-” He grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, his chest bare. 

And covered in bruises and nicks. 

My eyes widen as I see the darkest and most prominent bruise, splayed across his ribs exactly where my flower marks are. As my eyes roam across his torso, my hands touch places on my body where the marks are, each one of them identical to the bruises on Benny. 

“You?” I whisper, my eyes finally landing on his. 

He nods, a smile tugging at his lips. “Me.” He holds a hand up, palm facing me and I press my hand to his. The same feeling shoots back through me, my nerves alight, butterflies bursting from my stomach, but also a sense of coming home, being safe, warm, and loved. Benny steps closer to me, lightly gripping my ribs and pulling me close to him. With his other hand, he brushes some stray hair from my face, tipping my chin up to him as he places the softest kiss on my lips. Everything slides into place - the way I always felt drawn to him, why my body was physically reacting to him in more ways than one, why I couldn’t stop thinking about him once I’d seen him. His embrace feels exactly where I belong. 

I pull back, his eyes searching mine. 

“Are you a terrible ninja or something?”

Benny laughs, his whole body shaking with it. “Nothing cool like that. Just MMA.”

“Are you terrible or?” My eyebrow cocks up and he smirks. 

“I win every fight. I just know how to take a punch.”

“Well could you maybe take a few less from now on?”

Benny smiles. “No need, sweetheart. I’ll quit. I don’t want you in pain for my stupid mistakes.”

He presses his lips to mine again, moaning slightly into the kiss. But then he inhales sharply, hissing out. I feel the twinge in my ribs and I know he’s hurting. 

“Ok, let me clean this place up and then I’m taking care of you. Got it?”

Benny smirks, his eyes twinkling. “Yes ma’am.”

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I had an idea when I saw your drawings of the past beats/fallen hero’s, the idea is mostly like an ancient beast swap, but instead of the beats actually corrupting they ask the witches for a new chance feeling they can’t take their roles anymore so that’s how they get into beast yeast into a slumber, and for most of the story in cookie run kingdom to stay the same but white lily is the first corrupted ancient only for the rest to follow so the soul jams could break and become purified and sending the ancients into a slumber as the beats wake from their slumber to see the destruction of earth bread, just an idea though, it could be explained or expanded on.

It feels like something highly unlikely with how devoted the fallen heroes are to their roles and duties. They'll be incredibly burnt out but they'll still do what they have to until everything breaks down completely. Buuttt, ,, I do really like the thought of ancients corrupting. Beast of Greed Golden Cheese Cookie my most beloved :heart:

Anywho. Go my yap blast!!!

I hope you don't mind I tweaked the ask a little to my liking

If the fallen heroes or. The Five Saviours as I call them in Past Beasts AU were to ever recline from their duties it would be somewhere at the start of their supposed corruption. They'd realise that... Well. Things aren't going nearly as they're supposed to. They're all weary and tired, their duties bore or disappoint them. They just... They need a break. Cookies are doing well, right? Nothing would happen if they left for a few years... After all, surely all this work they've done, it wouldn't be in vain! All of their teachings and guidance, Cookies have recorded all of it, to be passed on for eons to come!

So. They'd ask the Gods to have their rest. The souljams would likely stay with them, given that this power should NOT be just given around. And so would begin their break. If it comes around to the beasts, their sleep would last for at least an eon. They were assigned a specific place in the land of Beast-Yeast, where they rest their weary souls, guarded by the Faeries, destined to return when the world needs them most.

At some point, others would realise that Cookies... Well. They're not doing too well. Without the sudden guidance of the five saviours, the world would slowly begin to deteriorate. The Cookies have been incredibly reliant on their heroes, and without them the world becomes darker. Sure. The Five Saviours would try and prepare them for their absence, but seems like it wasn't enough after all. So, a decision would be made. To give the souljam to another set of five cookies. Ones worthy of their title of souljam bearers, the purest of the purest.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

White Lily Cookie

Dark Cacao Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie

Golden Cheese Cookie

They would be the ones to substitute for the slumbering Five Saviours. They would become the Five New Heroes. Bestowed with a part of the original souljams,

Light of Truth

Light of Freedom

Light of Resolution

Light of Passion

Light of Abundance

They would become the pillars that will now support the Cookiekind.

There.

Problem solved. The Cookies will no longer suffer! They've new heroes to rely on. Not the same, not nearly as influential, sure, but they'll be there to help.

Alas.

Even the purest of souls crumble when faced with such unimaginable power. One by one, they all began to corrupt. Apathy, Greed, Ignorance, Irrationality, Supremacy (Iiiiimmmm gonna have to work more on those. They're temporary for now.). The chosen ones have become fallen. They no longer obeyed to their duty, no longer were a support. They plunged the world into chaos and discord.

The light of freedom, White Lily Cookie, right before her imminent corruption, has split into two after a certain incident, one part of her remained pure, uncorrupt, while the other fell even lower. Alas, without her light, White Lily Cookie was unable to stay awake for the corruption of her dear friends.

One day, she will awaken, and with her, The Five Slumbering Saviours.

____________________________

Anyway sorry for all that yapping I got a little excited. Have a doodle

"I heard we have substitutes now, I wonder how they're doing..."

"... Oh!"

"Well that's not good."

[discordiansamba]

still rotating the aoex kyoto au. spinning it at high speeds, as one does. here are some more thoughts:

the first sympathetic face rin sees after he wakes up in confinement is torako who has basically just shoved her way in to deliver him a hot meal. rin is still trying to process everything he's learned in the past couple of hours, and eating is the last thing on his mind- but his stomach says otherwise.

rin doesn't even know if he wants to see anyone. sure, he didn't know anything, but he can't help but feel like he's been taking advantage of their kindness all these years. he's the son of satan! he doesn't know anyone in myoda who didn't lose someone on the blue night.

maybe this is fine, he thinks. he deserves to spend the rest of his life confined in this prison. he's a monster. it's only right.

when the inspector from the Vatican shows up, it really sinks into him what a big deal this is. this isn't just about Myoda. he's hated the world over. the inspector- shura- is apparently a disciple of his dad or something, and she tells him frankly that the Vatican will probably execute him.

he's so, so glad yukio and the others are gone right now.

(so imagine his shock when he hears they're back.)

he doesn't want to see them. not his friends, not yukio. he was still human when they left. he'd rather they remember him that way, rather than see him as a demon.

shura has a long talk with shiro before she even meets rin. he still hasn't been allowed to see him. he asks her to pass a message on to him. he's sorry for lying. he just wanted to let him live a human life for as long as possible.

the whole cram school class comes with yukio, suguro, shima and konekomaru, i think. definitely mephisto's influence. shiemi and izumo have definitely heard of yukio's twin brother before all this, but their first real impression is when they break him out of confinement to help with the impure king.

it's not the greatest first impression. rin's been in there for at least two or three days. he's still wearing his pajamas. hasn't bathed in a hot minute. but this is also the first time yukio and his friends have seen rin since they've returned to kyoto, and to say they're shocked is an understatement.

look. it's one thing to hear that rin is a demon. it's another thing to see it. but there's no way to overlook the ears, teeth and especially not the tail, not when they've known him all their lives.

rin fully expects that they'll hate them. that they'll be afraid of him. after all, isn't suguro's goal to defeat satan? well here! i'm his son! why don't you use me as a practice round or something?

suguro slugs him good for that. don't you ever fucking imply that again, rin. i'm not going to turn on a friend over something so small!

and hey! it works to snap rin out of his funk. which is great, because they kind of need his help!

(yukio gets to talk to shiro directly, and predictably gets very angry with him. if rin is the son of satan, a demon, what the hell does that make him? why didn't you say anything to me?

not to be left out, ryuuji also joins the 'getting really mad at your father' club.)

shortly after they arrive, the right eye of the impure king is stolen- and they learn that while they were distracted with (gestures at rin) the left eye was also stolen from the deep keep at true cross academy.

so now myoda is reeling from the shock that rin is the son of satan, and that mamushi has turned traitor and stolen the right eye. it just gets worse from there when they learn that the impure king has revived.

rin basically has to speedrun basic mastery of his flames, but protecting his home and all of his loved ones turns out to be really great motivation for that- especially for someone like rin. after all, even when he was freaking out and panicking, he didn't burn his father, right?

the events between tatsuma and todo remain unchanged, but shiro's the one who fights todo in the forest. he has no idea rin's on the mountain with them until its literally engulfed in blue flame.

(he can hear satan laughing in his head- until the blue flames pass over shiro harmlessly, and then suddenly he's very quiet.)

in the end, the Vatican decides to let rin live- on the condition that he becomes an exorcist. rin says goodbye to his home in kyoto, and heads to true cross academy with everyone.

if you think for one second he's not as annoying about tokyo tower as he is about kyoto tower in canon well. you'd be wrong. he's endured a world shattering revelation about his heritage, survived a life or death scenario, got a stay of execution, but what he really wants to do is go up tokyo tower.

yukio, suguro, konekomaru and shima all share a dorm room together. rin gets exiled to the old men's dorm by himself. it's okay. those four are around so often they might as well live there themselves.

rin: huh? I have to go to actual school too? that wasn't part of the deal!

love the idea of kuro just. lounging around the okumura household as a regular housecat, which is what rin thinks he is. so imagine rin's confusion when kuro shows up in the mountains and he has two tails and he can hear him talk now and then he turns GIANT.

suguro: ...wait. did you not know kuro was your father's familiar?

rin: apparently not!!!!

[justv0id]

Queen Mother Danny Vlad???

I see a lot of people lumping Mother!Danny + King!Danny together, but what if I put Vlad in his place?

Enjoy my madness!

(And this AU of mine also serves as a prompt, so you can write a fic using my post as a base if you give me credit, oh, and tag me too please, I'll love reading what you write, the more the better!)

So many things happened in a period of time that was way too small for everything.

Because of the GIW's influence, the children of Amity Park were handed over to the government by their own parents.

Everyone in that damned hell of a city was Liminal to some degree, but the children were too much ecto-contaminated.

Too much for the government to consider them human anymore.

Too much to be treated like children.

More than enough to be treated like monsters.

More than enough to be treated as experiments.

Objects.

Not sapient

Not human.

Not anymore.

Vlad was slowly redeeming himself with the Dannies and Team Phantom before all this, Jazz was happy to be able to get a lot of psychology experience in a therapy routine with him, let's just say that his harmfull stalker/psychopath obsession was treated and reversed into a healthy ghost obsession.

He even started to get attached to them+the Casper High kids, since it was an open secret at the school that the Fenton guy was the hero Phantom, and they were part of Team Phantom Extended.

Without him and the children realizing, they all ended up forming a Fraid, becoming interconnected. You could call it... Found Family, but they won't(Yet).

So imagine what it was like for Vlad when he simply knew that each of the children was feeling such a pain. A pain so strong, so nauseating, so paralyzing like THIS?

He didn't even think twice, he just transformed and went straight to the GIW's main base, massacring any agent he found.

And, Vlad may have seen and done some very disgusting and/or evil things to get his fortune or whatever, but when he saw the state the children were in, instantly knowing everything that had happened to them, it took a lot of his power to stay strong and not vomit until he spat out his own organs.

GIW owes it the audacity to pursue a project to induce the children to become halfas, forcing them to undergo several painful near-death experiences while bathed in ectoplasm, just eight kids managed to survive and become halfas, all the other children from the entire city of Amity Park died in the experiments, only eleven remained counting with the Dannies, only eleven, all the others ARE DEATH

How could they do this to children!?

How could they do this to THEIR OWN CHILDREN!?

HOW DARE YOU THEY DO THIS TO HIS THE CHILDREN!?

TO HIS CHILDREN

HIS FRAID

His babys

《♠︎♥︎◆♣︎》

In an instant, all 30 agents and scientists in the wing were torn apart and dismembered by a feral, savage Vlad, bent on revenge.

But he had to control himself, he needs to take care of his the kids first.

He headed for the ecto tank closest to him, shattering the reinforced glass with a punch and hugging Dan's unconscious body as the ectoplasm contained within spilled onto the floor.

"D-Dan, badger, come on, wake up-" He hated how shaky his voice sounded, he needed to take care of the children, he couldn't even think about being vulnerable right now. "Dan, please, please" But he couldn't help but grow more and more worried as the seconds passed.

The boy from the future coughed several times, spitting out green as he slowly opened his eyes. "O-old man?" Dan questioned hoarsely. "W-What the fuck a-are you doing here!- You n-need to l-leave-" He growled, trying to sit up, but failing 'cause of his weak, battered, and malnourished body.

Vlad just pulled the boy closer, rubbing circles on his back. "No, I'm going to get you out of here, all of you, it's going to be okay-" It won't, but he wants and needs to find a way, he can feel that Dan's body is going to melt from destabilization soon, and the other kids' bodies will do the same if they get out of the tanks, what can he do to stop that from happening?

He cannot fail them.

He can't leave them alone!

HE CAN'T ABANDON THEM! Not like Jack and Maddie did to him!

Vlad blinks twice as a neon green note appears before his eyes.

incubating will help, sorry I can't say anything more than that. —CW

Incubate? What does that mean-

oh.

Oh.

He turned to Dan, holding his shoulders. "Dan, you need to pull yourself into your core." The young man looked at him in confusion. "W-why the h-hell-" his indignation was interrupted by another bout of coughing, green and red dripping from his lips. "Calm down, it'll be okay, I promise, I'll take care of all of you." Vlad comforted, steadying Dan's shoulders.

"You-" He spat between coughs, eyes widening with silent realization. "No! *cooff* Y-You can't do that! T-There are *cooff* too many of us! It'll drain you too much!" The coughing got worse as he forced himself to raise his voice.

Vlad sighed, pulling the boy even closer to his chest. "Dan, please, it's the only way, I'll be fine." He tried to convince him, but Dan's narrowed gaze proved it wasn't working. "Badger, you've only been stable this far cuz you're a mix of the strength of two, the others won't last nearly as long, there's nothing else we can do, please, just retreat into your core so I can get you out of here, please, please..."

The younger tried to open his mouth to protest, but only more coughing, green and red came out. He buried his face in Vlad's neck, breathing hard and shaking. "D-don't you dare die and leave us..." He growled, hands gripping tightly onto the older man. "I would never do that, badger..." Vlad replied in a soft tone, a small, weak smile curling his lips.

Dan's body shrank, finally retracting into the core, Vlad then placed him inside, standing up and moving on to the next tank.

Danny was as battered and malnourished as Dan, his body shaking as he coughed and his eyes flew open. "V-Vlad...!?" He asked scaredly in a weak voice. "It's going to be okay little badger, I'll take care of everything, I just need you to retreat into your core okay? I'll help you with that..." He explained in a calm voice, rubbing circles on his back.

His eyes were filled with pain and worry as he pulled closer. "But..." he tried to protest. "It'll be okay, please, Daniel." He begged, knowing he'd convinced Danny when he sighed. "Just be careful..." He begged, as he followed Vlad's unspoken instructions on how to retract into the core.

Sam and Tucker managed to wake, but they were too weak to speak. And the others were not as strong as the four to wake up or speak.

But one way or another, Vlad placed each of their cores inside himself to protect them.

A bit of the consequences were immediate, with the slight dizziness he felt, 11 cores + his was a lot.

Shaking off the discomfort, he used intangibility to leave the base, but not before making sure that when he left, the place exploded.

Now he just needed to go to Fentonworks, the portal in his mansion was deactivated, so he needed to get to the Fentons' laboratory to go to the 'Zone, and he would still have to make sure that the portal disappeared too.

There was little left, just a little.

He carefully descended the basement steps, stopping in shock when he came across Maddie and Jack, armed and performing an experiment. They were so relaxed after handing over their children to GIW and persuading everyone else to do the same thing huh?

Guns were pointed at him in an instant. "You! Damned ghost! You'll pay for possessing Vladdie's body and helping your ward do the same to Danny!" Jack exclaimed, fingers on the trigger.

"We'll make sure to give you a second painful death!" Maddie said right after.

Vlad sighed deeply, he couldn't deal with this anymore, these pathetic, idiotic, stupid speeches.

Annoying

Yet...

Dangerous.

Dangerous for him.

Dangerous for the children.

TOO dangerous for his taste.

He barely blinked when he found himself stained with a lot of red and some green.

He barely paid attention to the blood-soaked lab.

He barely cared about the two mutilated corpses on the floor. Liar, you're screaming in the inside.

Vlad just gathered a bag with things they would need and Fenton tech, walking slowly towards the portal, programming it to self-destruct as soon as he passed through. Not really caring if in theory this will cause this world to collapse, this place no longer matters, it is no longer their home.

He set foot in the Ghost Zone before falling to his knees, exhausted, barely noticing Clockwork and Danny's Ex(?)-Rogues around him.

《♠︎♥︎◆♣︎》

Soft, warm fabric protects his body from a gentle cold wind, red, droopy eyes open slowly, analyzing the place where he is.

He knows this place, Danny and Jazz brought him here when they realized that his obsession was not only harmful to outsiders, but also to his own health.

It's Frostbite's Lair, and the said Yeti doctor who was arranging some medicines, stopped and approached the bed where Vlad is when noticed him awake.

"Hello, Vlad, welcome back. Are you feeling any immediate pain or discomfort?" The ghost doctor asked, already holding a blue clipboard. He took notes when Vlad muttered under his breath, "No, just... exhausted."

The Yeti nodded, putting the clipboard aside. "I see, well, it's an impressively good result since you're carrying eleven extra cores, one of them being from the new king, but you'll still need regular checks to keep it stable like this, it's a miracle. By the way, congratulations on your maternity." Vlad blinked once, twice, three times, and still needed a few more seconds to process this spit of information.

"I-I beg your pardon...?" Vlad half-stood before a fluffy hand with claws gently placed him back down. "Hold on, until further tests you need to remain lying down." The Yeti explained softly. "And I said, that you'll still need to have regular check-ups-" Vlad interrupted him with a raised hand. "That I understand, but what the hell did you mean by 'one of them being from the new king' when you talked about the children's cores!?"

Frostbite seemed to think for a moment, scratching the back of his head. "Ah, yes, I forgot that you haven't been properly introduced to ghost culture." He coughed into his hand. "As you know, ghosts socialize through fighting, and sometimes through their obsessions, but more commonly through battle.

And when Paria Dark was awakened, Danny technically challenged him to a combat, and Pariah technically accepted, and lost, and cause of that, the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage deemed him worthy of taking the position of Ghost King. Or more specifically, the position of High King of the Infinite Realms. Since that's the official name of the 'Zone, if you remember." Frostbite reached a hand up to close Vlad's dropped jaw.

Vlad shook his head violently. "But he's a child! He's barely 15 years old! And in ghost years it's even worse! Because he's technically 1-2!" He held his head in his hands, nearly pulling his hair out just thinking about the implications of this.

He wasn't a super expert on history, but he knew that usually when there was a king who was too young, he was used as a puppet by others, and Vlad would never, ever let anyone use any of his kids again, not even if it was the Observants or some supernatural eldritch bastard, never again, never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER-

A gentle hand on his shoulder brought Vlad out of his little meltdown. "We know, Vlad, and that's why CW proposed to the Observants that you be his regent."

"Excuse me?" The halfa questioned. "But- I'm not cut out for this-" The mix of anger and protectiveness was replaced by confusion and insecurity. "W-Why? Why me? I'm pretty sure I don't deserve all that trust..."

"You underestimate yourself too much, Valdimir. You have the potential to be Daniel's regent now that you treated the past toxic obsession, as you should be." Another very familiar voice says in front of the door to Frostbite's lair. "Clockwork..." Vlad muttered and frowned. "Are you ever going to stop being enigmatic, not even a little bit?" He grumbled.

The time ancient chuckled, his form changing from an old man to a baby. "Relax, until the children are stable, it will be best to avoid stress." He informed. "So until then, you can take a nice vacation in a non-consequences dimension. Fright Knight may accompany you as an extra measure of care." Vlad felt like he didn't have the option to say no.

Whether it was Frostbite's overwhelming look of concern, or Clockwork's 'Just try to deny it and you'll see' look, he wasn't going to think about it too much. Snorting, he just nodded and sank deeper into the warm blankets of the bed he was lying on.

It seems that this was enough to satisfy the now young man, who walked away leaving him alone with the Yeti.

《♠︎♥︎◆♣︎》

With the help of Technus, Johnny and Skulker, Vlad managed to build an alternative and improved version of the Specter Speeder, and now that everything was ready, he and Fred — He refused to keep calling him Fright Knight all the time, and if this dimension really is like CW explained, it'll be better this way — can now leave the Ghost Zone.

With a sigh and a slight smile, he waved one last time to the others before getting into the Speeder, Fred right behind, and then set off on their journey to a new world.

Vlad looked at her through the Speeder window, thoughtful. His somewhat prolonged stay in the 'Zone, along with the power bust that comes with being the regent, plus the children's cores, had affected his appearance. Both human and ghost forms.

His ghost form grew in size, his hair grew to hiz shoulders, and now the 'horns' that the hairstyle formed were real, His eyes were now not a complete red, his iris remained a bloody red, but the sclera had darkened to pitch black, and his nails turned into real claws that darkened as they went down.

His human form also grew, but not as much as his ghost form, his slender form gained some muscles, his ears grew longer like his ghost form, his fangs were also transferred, and his blue eyes glowed a bit. And of course, a slight pregnant belly in both forms because of the cores.

There weren't many changes, but they were quite visible, he just hoped it wouldn't attract trouble. That was why CW sent them to this place, right? Since there were these types of people called 'Metas' who had unusual traits, and unlike his home world, they were protected by the law, not hunted.

"My queen, we have arrived." Fred said, and he blinked a little to bring his mind back to reality, gosh, it had been years since he dissociated, not since he got out of the hospital at least, but lately he's been doing it a lot. And of course Fred had to call him queen, everyone was calling him that, urgh!

Nodding, Vlad stood up to grab the bag, but a hand pulled the bag before him. "Let me carry the weight for you." Said the knight, and the other could only snort and cross his arms, his stay in the 'Zone was enough time for him to learn that this damn guy was almost impossible to convince, so he saved mental strength, but only because of the children!

Getting out of the Speeder, Fred activated one of the options that were added for convenience. Shrink. This way the speeder became miniature, and if they needed it, they could take it anywhere and go unnoticed, more or less.

Vlad took a moment to analyze the human disguise CW gave Fred; dark skin, long braided hair, purple eyes, and a build similar to his real form, but more realistic to human anatomy.

Sighing again, he followed the knight out of the open field into the forest, heading towards the city closest to his arrival point, Gotham City, if he remembered correctly what Clockwork had said.

But he was soon stopped by a hand on his shoulder, Fred pulled him back from his form protectively. "Get out of where you are." He declared, and with a rustle, a man dressed in blue with a red cape approached and... was that underwear over his pants? Ah, he remembers him, Superman, a hero of this world, what a great moment. Huh.

O dito herói levantou as mãos em um sinal universal de rendição/paz. "Relaxe, não quero fazer mal! Eu sou o Superman! E... uh, bem-vindo à Terra? Eu sou um herói, posso ajudar você se precisar..." Ele ofereceu sem jeito. E o que ele quis dizer com Bem-vindo à Terra? Ele achava que eles eram alienígenas? Bem, faria sentido, dada a aparência deles e o Speeder que, honestamente, parecia muito com uma nave espacial, especialmente esta versão melhorada.

Mas as palavras do kryptoniano não foram o suficiente para o cavaleiro, que convocou sua espada e apontou para ele. "Eu não me importo com quem você é ou o que você é, não ouse se aproximar da rainha, e nós não precisamos da sua ajuda!" Ele rosnou adversamente. Vlad o teria repreendido por ser tão rude, mas uma dor de repente o atingiu. "Urgh...!" Ele agarrou sua cabeça e estômago, ótimo, ele pode acabar vomitando agora.

And apparently his squeal of pain made the knight's attention shift completely from the hero to him. "Your majesty!" He exclaimed worriedly, his hands hovering over his shoulders. "I'm fine, just...nausea. It was expected in my condition." Vlad muttered, rubbing his aching stomach for a bit.

From the Kryptonian's shocked expression, it can be assumed that with his super hearing he heard Vlad's murmur and put the pieces together.

Without leaving much time for reaction, Fred picks up Vlad with an ease that hurts the remaining ego that the former millionaire had, and moves away from Superman using invisibility and intangibility to disappear from his radar.

And that's it for now! I squeezed every drop of creativity I could out of this creative block, and this is what came out.

So new i come here to put extra content for this AU, and I intend to at least try to continue.

For Vlad's ghost appearance, I was thinking a mix of those

But instead of magenta on the hands, it's red, and the hair a little longer, while the horns smaller.

In human appearance

The fangs are also ghost shaped. And the ears a bit longer.

In the case of the Fright Knight, now named Fred, I was thinking of his human disguise looking like this

But instead of that gold in his hair, it's purple, and his ears are a little smaller. I was also thinking of a skin tone a little darker than the guy in the first photo with purple eyes.

I'll see if I can bribe Vall or one of the girls to draw their design for this AU.

Byebyeee guys!

[cwritesforfun]

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Bodyguard AU

You're a successful lead singer of a pop x alternative band. Recently, there was a need to strengthen security. Rafe is your assigned bodyguard.

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name

*I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters. The plot is completely different here!

let me know if you want a part two because I want to write one lol

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Y/N's POV

You've been on tour for six weeks with Rafe by your side. He had successfully intercepted everything thrown at you on stage, from bras to condoms. He had managed to keep fans close but not too close. Your food was tested for poison, and he even would take a bite first to make sure it was all okay. He always had your back.

You were finally in New York City with a night off from performing. You were planning to sleep in, go to the hotel spa, and just relax. Your body and mind were tired.

You exit your room and see Rafe standing there. You exclaim, "Morning, Mr. Cameron." He smiles and replies, "Morning Miss L/N`." You reply, "You can just call me Y/N today. It's my day off." He smiles and follows you to the elevator.

You walk up to the spa, and the receptionist asks, "Hello, welcome to the Right Mind Spa. How may I help you both?" You answer, "Yes, hi, I'm Y/N L/N, and I'm checking in for my facial." The receptionist replies, "Great, we have you all checked in. You may wait in the lobby, and we'll call you back when it's time." You nod, take a seat, and open your book.

You glance up at Rafe, who is watching everyone intensely. He really takes his job seriously. I mean, it was a day off for you. But I guess bad things can happen anytime. God, I should knock on wood to not jinx myself. But also, Rafe is really hot.

The esthetician is named Ruby, and she leads you back to a room. You walk in first, and Ruby says, "Whoa, not so fast, big guy. You'll have to wait out here." You say, "It's okay, Rafe. Just wait outside. If anything's wrong, just knock first then open the door." He nods and places his back next to the door.

Ruby shuts the door and says, "Your boyfriend or guard or whatever is very serious." You reply, "Yeah, he really is. Sorry about that." She replies, "I have you down for just a classic facial, is that right?" You nod and reply, "Yes, ma'am."

The facial goes off without a hitch. You're glad.

The rest of your day off involves you convincing Rafe to eat with you at lunch in your room, then you let him leave because he seems stressed not watching the door. You watch movies and call friends the rest of the day.

Another two weeks of tour pass and you get closer to Rafe. You try to get him to open up since you two spend so much time together. He even lets out a smile once or twice. It's nice to see. He has a pretty smile.

Something is off on your day off, but no one will tell you what. Rafe just commands that you stay in your hotel room all day with him inside and another guard stationed outside. You try pushing him to ask why, but he tells you that it's better for you to not know yet. But it's your life and it makes you frustrated.

The next day, you notice amped up security, and you try not to panic. You try to ask your band what is happening, and they don't know either.

You get ready for your concert like nothing is wrong and try to de-stress with your hype music.

The concert begins, and you yell into the microphone, "HELLO, LOS ANGELES! How are we doing tonight?" Everyone screams, and you scan the audience. You see so many happy faces and a few off-putting ones. Huh.

You shake it off and continue your concert.

Rafe's POV

Y/N is off tonight. She occasionally goes off-key, and she never is. I know how much tonight means to her and her band, everyone who is everyone is in Los Angeles here tonight.

I race backstage, where I know Y/N is changing. I find her and see her pacing before her entrance. I place my hands on her arms. She flinches slightly but relaxes when she realizes it's me, then says, "What's going on?" I ask, "I could ask you the same thing. You're off-key. What's wrong?" She answers, "Just some fans looking off in the audience. Just look stage left, please. But be discreet." I nod and say, "Take a deep breath. I'll make sure you're safe." She nods, takes a deep breath, and then heads on stage.

I alert my team, and they start searching around stage left. Meanwhile, I stand right in front of the stage looking as well.

It all happens so quickly.

One minute, I'm looking at people. The next I hear blood-curdling screams in the audience. I immediately hop on stage and run towards Y/N. My hand has only just grabbed her side when I hear her say, "Rafe. Catch me." I looked down and saw blood pouring out of her chest. I sweep her off her feet as she starts to fall, and I run with her down the emergency entrance.

I yell, "Call 911 and get help here now!" I hope someone heard me.

I rip my jacket off, then my shirt, before holding it down on her side. Y/N looks at me through her heavy eyelids and says, "Thanks, Rafe." I say, "Come on, Y/N. Stay with me, okay? You'll be okay." She replies, "I just feel really sleepy, Rafe." I hear an ambulance from far away and say, "Stay with me, just for a bit longer. Help is on the way. Um did I ever tell you about my favorite song of yours?" She replies, "I thought you had never heard my music before you took the job. You lied." I reply, "Yeah, sorry for that. I um... I love your band and your music. I've been a fan since your first album, Hollow Heart. I even went to a concert on the Hollow Heart tour. I saw you in Ohio, and you were phenomenal. You have always had the best stage presence. I'm so proud of you." I see her faintly smile as I look up to see the ambulance pulling up. Paramedics hop out of the ambulance and immediately take care of Y/N. I get in the ambulance with them and hold her hand. Her heart sputters a little. I want her to live. I need her to live.

We arrive at a hospital where they take her immediately to surgery. A nurse tells me where the bathroom is and hands me an extra white shirt to throw on since I'm covered in blood. I go rinse my hands and slide it on.

I wait and pace in the waiting room.

I called the rest of the security and made sure everything was controlled. I also made sure everyone else, from her fans to her band, was okay. I called Y/N's mom and told her what happened, too.

A nurse calls me over to tell me that Y/N is out from surgery and okay. If the bullet had hit her any lower, she would have died upon impact. Thank goodness.

I sit by Y/N's bedside, holding her hand as she sleeps. I lay my head down on the bed next to our hands and nap.

When I wake up, I see Y/N's mom reading a book in the chair on the other side of the room. I let go of Y/N's hand and say, "Miss L/N, I'm so glad you're here. You should take my seat. She probably will need her mom when she wakes up." Miss L/N replies, "Thank you, honey. I can watch her if you want to go home and shower. I appreciate you for doing such a great job at keeping her safe. She would be dead if it weren't for you." I reply, "But I failed her. She got hit." She takes my hands gently and says, "Sweetheart, those men… those awful men had their sights set on her. There was no way to prevent it—no one could have seen it coming. Please don’t blame yourself. She’s alive, she’s safe, and that’s because of you. You made sure she could keep making music and bringing light to the world. Thank you." I reply, "I see why Y/N loves you. And I see where she gets her light." She pulls me into a hug and says, "Thank you, darling. Now go clean up. Give me your number, and I'll call you about any changes." I nod.

I leave the hospital in a taxi and take it to the hotel. I clean off then meet up with the rest of security.

3 Days Later... Y/N's POV

You woke up the day after Rafe left. Your mom told you how he had stayed with you the whole time and how he blamed himself.

You also learned from the police about the gang who shot you. They told you that 2 of your other band members sustained minor injuries, and some fans died while some were injured. You felt horrible.

You're driven to your home in Los Angeles. You're told by your mom that your band postponed the rest of the tour.

When you arrive home, you notice different security members. You ask, "Where's Mr. Cameron? I thought he was my assigned guard." One of the guards says, "He asked to be reassigned." You reply, "Call him up and tell him that he needs to quit in person." The guard nods.

You head inside with help from your mom, and you lay on your bed. You take a nap, and you notice it's dark when you wake up. You slowly get up, go the bathroom, then head downstairs because you're hungry. Everything hurts as you walk slowly and see Rafe talking to your mom in the living room. He's here. He really showed up. You exclaim, "Rafe?" He quickly turns to you, rushes to your side, and says, "What are you doing up? You need to be resting. You'll pop your stitches." You answer, "I was hungry." Your mom says, "I'll make us some dinner. Rafe, be a dear and help her back to her bed. It's the first door on the right upstairs." Rafe turns to you and says, "I'm going to pick you up, okay?" You nod, and he slips his arms around you. He picks you up like you weigh nothing and seems to treat you like a delicate flower.

Rafe places you on the bed, and you say, "Rafe, please sit. We need to talk." He moves to sit on the chair by your desk, and you quickly say, "Can you sit at the edge of my bed? It's hard to turn my head and look at you over there." He moves back to the bed and sits on the edge as if ready to run when he tells you that he quits. You notice him cross his arms and glance at you before you say, "You're hovering weirdly." He shrugs and says, "I'm not getting too close. I’m just making sure you’re okay." You smile softly and say, "I’m okay." He shakes his head and replies, "No. You’re not. And that’s on me." You say, "Rafe—" He interrupts you with a sharp exhale and says, "I failed you, Y/N. That guy hit you. You got hurt. That’s not supposed to happen." You reply, "It wasn’t your fault—" He interrupts, "It was my job to stop it." You reply, "And you did. You got to me in seconds." He clinches his jaw and says, "Seconds are too long when it comes to you."

A silence stretches between us. Rafe looks away, his fists tightening at his sides. I watch him carefully.

You exclaim, "You’re thinking about quitting on me and getting reassigned, aren't you?" Rafe quietly answers, "I already made up my mind." You softly reply, "No." He sighs and says, "Y/N—" You reply, "No. I won’t let you." He frustratedly says, "You think this is easy for me? Watching you risk yourself every time you step outside? Knowing I might not be enough to keep you safe?" You reply, "You are enough." He shakes his head and says, "I can’t—" You reply, "You can’t leave me."

Rafe finally looks at you. There’s something raw in his eyes, something he’s been holding back for too long. You wonder what it is.

Rafe says in a low voice, "You don’t get it, do you? It’s not just about the job anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time." Your breath catches, and you mutter, "...Rafe." He replies in a soft but firm tone, "If something happened to you, Y/N… I wouldn’t survive it."

You crawl slowly over the bed, closing the space between you two. Your fingers graze his hand, tentative but deliberate.

You say, "Then stay. Not because it’s your job. Because it’s me." Rafe exhales sharply, like he's been holding his breath for years. His resolve wavers—just for you. Rafe hoarsely lets out, "You’re making this impossible." You smile softly and say, "Good. Because I don’t want to do this without you."

Your eyes lock, the unspoken words lingering in the air between them. And for the first time, Rafe thinks—maybe he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

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let me know if you want a part two because I want to write one lol

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[vulpixisananimal]

Bayard: What are you doing over here?! Bad dog! Go find Mira!

[Featuring characters and writing from @cyten0 Symphony in Crimson AU] [Sometime after A:4 C:68]

(Bayard)

(Where? Not camp. Where are friends? Where is the Star? And little pup?)

(Voice says find the flowery one. Good idea! She knows things.)

(Your sense of scent is already strong, a thing you love of being this. But there is a town nearby. Lot’s of smells. You think you smell them somewhere in there. But just scent would take long. And you don’t want friends worried! Especially the pup!)

(Hearing would work. You know their voices. And maybe the star’s eyes too. You do as the star taught you. And change yourself a bit.)

(Bigger ears, the better to hear them. Star-like eyes, the better to see them with. You feel the star’s blessing shift and move beneath your skin, moving as you ask.)

(There. Now, off we go!)

(You bound into town, searching. Many voices, none match. Scent is this way. You think you forgot something, people seem scared. But you can ask when you find your friends!)

(There! A nice house, you see the flowery one ◉! You bound up, Hello friend!)

◉ “Wah!! What the-” (The flowery one seems surprised to see you. Hm. Flowery one doesn’t smell as flowery. And seems smaller?)

(A person of mint ▽ walks over from the garden. They are also taken aback.)

[▽]“Oh uh. That’s… That’s a giant wolf monster. Okay. Uh. Any ideas Mirabelle?”

◉ “I am just as confused as you!”

(Giant? Oh! You forgot! You were big to help move the cart! No wonder people were scared!)

(You focus on the Star’s blessing. And feel it shift and move again, making you smaller and smaller. Until you are the right size! There! Not scary!)

[▽]“Oh, shapeshifting? Interesting! Wonder what this ‘Star’s blessing’ is?”

(Oh, mint one can hear your thoughts? Neat!)

(Flowery one seems confused? Maybe she’s not flowery one. But looks just like her?)

◉ “You can hear their thoughts?”

[▽] “Yeah, they seem nice. And know you somehow?”

(Hm. Well, you smell others like friends inside the house! You head in, though the flowery and mint ones seem confused. Oh well!)

(Inside, you see several familiar faces, looking at you, seemingly not as familiar. The strong one, the little pup, and someone who looks like the star? You tilt your head at that one. They don’t smell or feel like the Star. But you feel something like them? How very strange.)

(Oh well. Little pup ✿ looks like they need comfort. You walk over to them, and pick them up by their collar, taking them from the chair and plopping them on the floor. You then lay down next to them. You are much more comfy than a chair.)

✿ “...What the crab?”

(The strong one ▲ seems confused.)

▲ “Hey, Bonbon. You uh. Know that wolf?”

✿ “Course I don’t, Za… But they are very soft so it doesn’t matter.”

(The Not-Star 𝄞 seems similarly confused.)

|𝄞| “Oh… as long as they are friendly.”

▲ “Jealous, Asterion?”

(Oh, the Flowery one has followed you in!)

◉ “Um, is the- Oh, okay! That… that works?”

|𝄞| “Ah, hello. Do you know what is going on?”

◉ “No???”

(You hear someone come down the stairs. A woman resembling the little pup appears. How nice! Oh. But she seems upset?)

(The big pup ❁ grabs the little pup away from you!)

❁ “WHAT the crab?! Why was Bonnie in the clutches a freaky weird-eye’d black wolf?!?”

✿ “Hey, I was getting comfy!”

❁ “Bonnie, there is NO way that is safe!!”

(Oh, Big pup seems to need comfort too! You make yourself extra big and curl around them both. Big pup seems confused, so you put a paw on her head and push her down to sit. There! Now they are both comfy!)

|𝄞| “Did... it just turn giant?”

▲ “And forced Nille into the cuddle pile… I think you both have been adopted.”

◉ “Am I hallucinating? What is happening here?”

✿ “Fluffy… Crab yeah.”

(You relax on the ground, the two pups laying against you. You suppose you can wait here until whatever is going on gets handled.) >>>

(As you rest, a few minutes pass while the others discuss you. The mint one studies you more as well, but you don’t mind. It reminds you of the Smart one. Also, something about the Not-star changed too. They seem more dramatic now!)

(And then you feel something! You look towards a spot on the wall. Dark, fanged tendrils seem to emerge from the air itself, prying forth. Bubbles star to form in the space around the point until-)

✦ “There’s Bayard!”

��� “Indeed. Kindly, help me open the rift a bit wider?”

(You see a little gap start to form. And on the other side... Oh! There is the Star! And a different flowery one, but this one smells right! As well as the camp!)

[𝄞] “Oh stars, what chaos is happening now?”

(As they slowly wrestle the whole wider, much to the confusion of the others, you notice another person heading down the stairs. The Smart one ◆ looks upon the room, very confused.)

◆ “… Gem’s alive, I take a break for ten minutes-”

✦ “Oh um… Sorry for the trouble! We’ll be gone in just a bit!”

◉ “Thank you uh. Other Siffrin? And… Other Me?”

⍚ “Ah, apologies for the trouble. Expression of Travel here, taking over for Mirabelle. We just needed to retrieve our friend. Unsure how they hopped realities in the first place, but oh well.”

✦ “Wait, Siffrin? They didn’t die in this reality?”

(Hm. All the people got very quiet all of a sudden?)

[𝄞] “… Would you elaborate?”

✦ “A-actually. I don’t think I will…”

[𝄞] “Blinding!-”

[▽] “W-who- w-what, are you-”

✦ “Hey, Bayard! Rift is open enough, hop through!”

(Oh! Okay, time to go back now. You give a gentle bump with your nose to both big pup and little pup, and then get up and hop through!)

(What a fun day!)

>>> <<<

(Ramos) [Alex] |Jasmine| <Altiare> {Nihil}

[Your head was pounding. You had been working hard to hone your mind reading to not ambiently look into the thoughts of others, but you were in no way prepared for THIS!!! You shut your eyes tightly, trying to sort your own thoughts, your parties, and the duplicate Mirabelle and Siffrin.]

[You breathe in, and out.]

[You were tuned out of the conversation, focusing only on those thoughts. With your thirst for knowledge as the fuel, you opened an eye to look at the two, and started to charge through their thoughts. Sorting them one by-)

⍫ (Curious, the execution is similar, yet the result in this reality is much more potent. Tell me, mind craft has come quite far in this reality, has it not?)

[You sharply inhale. The voice boomed in your ears louder than any thunderclap. It was one that felt powerful, knowledgeable, godlike in comparison. It felt of home, and it felt- STARS, answer the question. I, ha, well you’re asking the wrong person, whoever you are. You’d want that asshole, Perci.]

⍫ (Ah, the Historians? Oh of course he would be causing issues here as well.)

[Who are you anyway! Your thoughts are coming from the other Mirabelle, I hear others, too, so-]

⍫ (Ah but of course, my theology never came to light in this reality, no? If I were to hazard a guess, it would be the Shining One who would be in my place.)

[In your place- Stars above! You mentally stagger. You’re-]

⍫ (Yes yes now let’s move on-)

⍚ (We do not have time for this, let us retrieve Bayard and return.) 

[The second voice was just as intimidating as the first! You-]

“Wait, Siffrin? They didn’t die in this reality?”

[The caucus of thoughts were rendered silent by that one statement. Every person in that room had the same thought, except for two. The second Mirabelles, and the second Siffrins. The latter, however, drew your mind in like a moth to a flame. It, was-]

✦ (A pair of glowing red eyes look back at you, surrounded by tendrils and teeth in a vaguely human shape, a red and white star in it's chest. It's not human. Why. You can't stand looking at it. It's wrong. It's wrong it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong-)

✦ (You begin clawing at your body. Carving it into shape, even as it hurts. You feel it growing back, but you keep molding it. You grow skin, morph bone matter to cling to, and prune it into the right form. Still wrong, you can feel it underneath, those memories don't have that, you don't want the monster ones! 

✦ (You want the human ones!!)

✦ (You want Siffrin's!!!)

You stare stunned at the duo. Your mouth moves before your brain. “W-who- w-what, are you-

“Hey, Bayard! Rift is open enough, hop through!”

Before you can process it, the hound bounds through the rift in space, and it shuts tightly. Your head is spi{nning. Mind. Struggling to compartmentalize strong memory. You take it. Hold it close. You remember. Remember strange thing. Remember Mirabelle. Remember Expression. Remember Dragon. Remember Siffrin. Remember Fantasia. Remember.} 

{Hide memories, keep safe, for now. It will only confuse. If needed, you’ll bring back. But for now, rest. You have a headache.}

[skittlesking]

truth and misunderstanding. sure Nightmare is there for a reason, but he still wants to connect with his brother. Dream doesn't have faith that Nightmare would want to see him for any other reason than help

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

heyy luv, i was wondering if you'd ever write something for toji! i enjoy your writings a lot, seeing him written by you would 100% heal me. much love xx

~ nunnie nun nun <33

HELLO LOVELY LOVELY ANON <33333 thank you sm!!!! i’m so happy you enjoy it!!!!!!! 🥺🥺

as for toji!!!!!! i have two toji fics in my wips rn, and i’m super excited to write them!!! toji is one of my absolute favorite jjk characters but i feel like it’s not obvious because i … don’t talk abt him that often. lmao. and i’m not really attracted to him in the way i am with stsg, so !!!! the fics i want to write for him aren’t very romantic!!!! i just can’t see him that way :’3 i have one platonic fic planned, and then another one that’s a little more romantic-leaning…? but still more character-focused than anything.

anyway since you gave me the opportunity!!! i put some snippets of both fics under the cut :3 the first one is very introspective and basically just my own take on toji and his depression, and the second one is my ghost!toji au!!!!! :333 it’s almost like a crackfic i think . him and reader are both assholes but they stick together <33 peak romance.

traumabonding au

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[razzle-zazzle]

another fun fact about my dumb little ninjastuck au is that, bc she was raised by kai/the occasional sympathetic ignacian, nya knows very little about troll culture. colton, who had a lusus and some influence from his ancestor, takes it upon himself to teach nya all the things she missed (jay also tries to do this to varying levels of success. they are both idiots <3).

this results in colton crushing pale on nya btw <>

[flowerakatsuka]

one of these days i need to sit down and write out the lore i've thought up for kuroba's youkai au bc i went a lil wild with it.