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57 Roy x Jamie :3
57. dating apps ☺️
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11:21 p.m. lucky for you that’s exactly my type
Roy’s bored. It’s not like he just sits around answering messages from pictureless Grindr blokes, but he’s bored and he’s scrolling and he's horny and it’s not like a 25-year-old 5’10" toned vers bisexual sounds unappealing, necessarily, even if that’s all he’s got to go on.
11:23 p.m. What is?
11:23 p.m. your bio
Roy may have been a bit drunk when he set up his account the other night, so who the fuck knows. He flips to his profile and reads, “emotionally unavailable but I eat arse so there’s that.”
Right.
Roy Kent is not old, thank you very much, but in his day, you picked people up in a bar or at a party or after a match because fit, interested people tended to linger. Now there’s an app for that. Brave new fucking world.
He’d downloaded fucking bantr out of morbid curiosity, a few months after he broke things off with Keeley, and deleted it within 20 minutes. The problem with bantr is that the whole point is to make some deep, meaningful connection that’s based on more than just physical attraction. Roy already had that. He fucked it up. That’s the last thing he wants.
Grindr, though. That’s more his speed.
11:26 p.m. That so?
11:27 p.m. it is. everyone else on here just wants their dick sucked, man. where’s the creativity?
11:27 p.m. So it’s the creativity then, not the offer itself
11:28 p.m. listen mate, if you’re offering…
The photo suddenly gracing Roy’s phone has got to be the most perfect bum Roy’s ever seen, round and smooth and muscled and…yeah, Roy would fucking feast on that.
Wait.
Another picture comes through, another that shouldn’t be identifiable, no face, no visible tattoos, just a perfectly sculpted torso, left arm casually flexed with his hand cradled behind his neck. His right arm is strategically out of frame, other than the pretty, angular hand nicely framing a gorgeous cock straining against tight black pants.
Perfectly sculpted torso and casually flexed right arm and pretty, angular hand and gorgeous cock that all belong to Jamie Tartt.
There’s not the slightest sliver of doubt in his mind. Roy sculpted that body himself. It’s fucking Jamie, that perfect bicep from the new lifting routine, the tan from his trip to Brazil, the Orion’s Belt of freckles on his left pec.
Fuck.
11:33 p.m. speechless, yeah? you’re welcome
He should not fucking reply. He should close the app. Delete the conversation. Block Jamie’s profile. Delete his goddamn Grindr account.
11:35 p.m. You always this much of a cocky prick?
11:35 p.m. nah, way worse in person
11:35 p.m. you want it though, don’t ya?
11:36 p.m. can i see you?
Roy takes a breath. Don’t reply, close the app, delete the conversation, block the profile, delete the account. Lots of great options here.
Instead he takes a breath, pulls off his shirt, and snaps his own faceless torso picture. He glances at it just long enough to decide it’s good enough and sends it before he has time to think about it any harder.
He doesn’t know what outcome he’s hoping for here. Maybe Jamie isn’t as fucking deranged as Roy apparently is, maybe Jamie won’t immediately recognize some random hairy chest. Or maybe Jamie will know immediately, too. Maybe he’ll have the good fucking sense to do what Roy should have done and pretend this never happened.
Minute after agonizing minute ticks by, and Roy is a fucking idiot, why the fuck…
11:41 p.m. right
11:41 p.m. so you coming over now or do we have to wait til 4am?
Roy stares at the phone for a minute before typing a response, throwing his shirt back on, and grabbing his car keys.
11:42 p.m. On my way
#😇#thanks for the prompt babe!#royjamie#roy/jamie#roy x jamie#ted lasso fic#my fic#my writing#fic or treat 2023
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@zukki-week continues over in these parts, inspired by this stunning art from @ash-and-starlight and featuring the unbearable eroticism of playing dress up, interesting ways to apply makeup, finally acting on all that pent-up longing, and a Zuko sandwich.
[“The first thing to know about a Kyoshi Warrior uniform—” Suki straightens and puts on an officious expression, setting a hand on Sokka’s bare shoulder and catching Zuko’s wandering eyes. “—is that Sokka is doing it wrong.” “Hey,” Sokka protests mildly, rolling his eyes at Zuko as he shakes out a quilted tunic. “Most people want an underlayer,” Suki explains, tugging at her own in demonstration before giving Sokka—or Sokka’s nipple piercings, rather—a sideways, pointed look, “Or else by the end of the day you’re going to be in friction burn city." “Your city naming," Sokka sniffs, "Leaves something to be desired."] OR, Zuko would really like to kiss—and more—Sokka and Suki, but he knows better than to risk a friendship as amazing as theirs. Suki and Sokka would really like to kiss Zuko, and maybe getting him into a Kyoshi Warrior for the first time can help them get there. They have to strip down to demonstrate how it's done, after all.
#Also a little bit soft dom Suki as a treat#And the magic of finally finding the right balance of words and actions to be heard#fic writing#my writing#zukki week 2023#Zuko#Sokka#Suki#Zukki#atla fic#Zukki fic
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#thank me later#you are welcome#literally drooling#lewis#lewis hamilton#formula 1#f1#lh44#team lh44#f1blr#fic ref#flashback fic ref#year unknown#thirst trap#a masterclass by Lewis Hamilton#sir lewis hamilton#this is a nice treat after baku#f1 2023#baku gp 2023#azerbaijan gp 2023
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Hey Mars!! Hope you recovering well! I have a request for when you’re feeling better!
Jemily x female reader
Reader is overweight and insecure, also younger than JJ and Emily, kinda insecure to be in a relationship with them. Happy ending please ❤️
Perfectly plump| h&c
*Authors note~ I have missed writing sm so I thought I’d ease back into this with a Drabble that can be quite a subject at this time of year, so this is for all those people like me who suffer*
Trigger warnings~ Weight issues
Overweight. A term that’s bothered you since a young age, you couldn’t escape it really. You tried to get better, to be what society said you should be, but it led to unhealthy coping mechanisms and a dark spiral path that you were trying to climb back up. All through your training to join the FBI you were taunted on your weight, told to give up as you’d never make it in the field. But thankfully the BAU didn’t think like that, your grades were not exemplary and that’s what they wanted the most, to them your weight doesn’t matter. That is how you met the girls.
Garcia quickly became an ally, a safe haven for you to feel like a normal person. JJ was next to draw you in with her motherly instincts and comforting ways to encourage you to open up more with anyone but Garcia. Emily noticed the problem early on but she knew just how hard it is to let your guard down and was happy to let you open up in your own time. It took some time but eventually you broke down with JJ and Emily as you all ended up sharing a hotel room. The subject of food had your anxiety sky high and you just couldn’t take it anymore. But the women just held you as you cried, group hugging you as they whispered words of comfort and praise to you. Truly, they found you beautiful, inside and out and now was the chance to show you.
That was how you found yourself curled up on Emily’s chest, her slender fingers trailing through your soft locks as JJ ordered you all some food, she guessed asking would upset you more so she used her basic information on you and ordered for you. It was something she was use to doing for Emily when she struggled. When the food arrived you broke down again, the thought and care that went into a small act had you feeling like maybe just maybe it was okay to be your weight. “Em, I don’t wanna get big” you whimpered into her neck.
“You won’t get big pretty girl, you need to eat for us, being in the field is hard enough with plenty of energy” she murmured back looking to her lover for help. If this is how JJ felt with her then she now had a new outlook on just how hard it is. “It’s okay darling, me and Em are gonna eat with you, you can even stay snuggled up on Em here, just eat what you can manage love.” The comforting actions and tones of their voices had you lulling into a safe space where you did eventually eat. That night the women let you snuggle up with them on the bed, now clinging to Emily while JJ rubbed your back. “I love you” you sleepily murmured out causing the older women to smile, “we love you too sweetheart more than you will ever know” they whispered back at the same time.
#anon answered#v3nusxsky answers#fanfic#anon requested#emilyprentiss#emily x jj x reader#jj x reader#jemily x reader#jemily fic#jemily#Jemily comfort#draft#Drabble#v3nusxsky holiday treats 2023
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The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son) by meyari
The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son)
by meyari
T, 4k, Wangxian
Summary: There was never a time when Wei Wuxian wasn’t aware of it. The way people looked at him, even as a child, made it obvious. But there was a time when he didn’t realize just how much power the face he’d inherited from his father gave him. Once he knew, though, oh. Oh, things changed after that. Mojo's comments: Ahaha, this is precisely as delightful as you'd expect from the tin. (Even if it IS a bit dangerous to be so beautiful everyone wants to devour you.) The end cracked me up.
canon divergence, everybody lives/nobody dies, protective jiang yanli, protective jiang cheng, good parent jiang fengmian, protective yu ziyuan, crack treated seriously, beautiful wei wuxian, child wei wuxian, different first meeting
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
#Wangxian Fic Rec#The Untamed#Wangxian#MDZS#Mojo's Rec#October 2023#Had to use the donghua because a) no good WCZ pictures from CQL and b) I still remember how hot and bothered we were when we first saw him#Also! A rec from Mojo!#The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son)#meyari#Teen#short fic <15k#canon divergence#everybody lives/nobody dies#protective jiang yanli#protective jiang cheng#good parent jiang fengmian#protective yu ziyuan#crack treated seriously#beautiful wei wuxian#child wei wuxian#different first meeting
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on the same frequency
📝 by @oldfashionedmorphine
🎨 by @kaiminluu
pairing: will byers/mike wheeler
rating: mature
word count: 57k
tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, graphic depictions of violence, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, emotional manipulation, abuse, grooming, implied/referenced suicide, angst with a happy ending
summary:
Ever since his best friend Will Byers was murdered back in 1985, Mike Wheeler wanted nothing more than to leave his hometown of Hawkins, Indiana and never look back—only each and every year he’s forced to make an exception when it comes to the holidays. And when Mike visits for Christmas in 1995, his mom asks him to help clear out some junk in his room and down in the basement before he returns home to Indianapolis. But when he comes across an old trunk containing his Supercom walkie-talkie and ham radio, he discovers something strange that has the potential to change everything…
(or an AU based on the movie Frequency from 2000)
➜ read it here!
➜ check out the art!
🎶 soundtrack 🎶
✨ chapter moodboards/previews ✨
ch1 | ch2 | ch3 | ch4 | ch5 | ch6 | ch7
special thank you to the @bylerbigbang mods for hosting this event!
tagging:
@greenfiend @total-serene560 @across-thestars @boahey @magentamee @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @soyboystan @foodiewithdahoodie @booksandpaperss @likegoldintheair @mandycantdecide @hazmatazz @sparks-olivarpente @1-tehe-1 @karenchildress @rebellius @maru-chu @septembr-moon @kamomillatea @trvbblemaker
#treating it like a movie release cause it’s inspired by a movie#don’t rain on my parade! lol#this took longer to write than i originally anticipated#like almost 4 months…#and it was both fun and frustrating to put together 😅#and led to delays on my other work lol#BUT ANYWAYS… IT’S HERE IT’S FINALLY HERE! I hope you guys enjoy it!#on the same frequency: a byler fic#otsf masterpost#byler fanfic#byler fanfiction#byler big bang 2023#byler big bang#bbb23#byler
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Kenshi's brown eyes defied Johnny every day - stubbornness, contempt even, though it slowly washed away with teardrops when Milena pierced his beautiful warm eyes with daggers - he shouted.
Kenshi tossed her away from Johnny without a second thought, saving his neck from the strong female hands which touch Johnny usually loved so much. she put Kenshi on his knees and with indescribable pain erased all thoughts from his head - Kenshi could only scream while blood flooded his nose and throat.
Johnny froze - horror froze in his eyes as well, his body froze as if after a fight with Sub Zero, he also shouted - Kenshi's name. he could not believe what he saw. he could not believe, just couldn't comprehend that Kenshi will never look at him without that damned disdain.
#johnny cage#johnny x kenshi#johnshi#mk1 2023#kenshi takahashi#mortal kombat1#mk1#mortal kombat#a passage from my fic to treat you for my long absence#love you all
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Happy Halloween to @kqrmen1 from the @rottmnt-secret-gifting extravaganza!!
Some many turtley peoples! First time drawing most and had a lot of fun doing so! WAHOO!!
#i figured id post a day before the actual day of Halloween because it felt right—#was originally gonna gonna do a mini comic but then i got confused on what the definition of what a ‘fic’ was..#so alas we got this and honestly i think it still turned out well-#happy Halloween!!!!#[i apologize i haven’t gotten the chance to actually watch the new tmnt but I PROMISE I SHALL I SHALL—]#rottmnt#save rise of the tmnt#rottmnt donnie#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 leonardo#tmnt mm#rottmnt trick or treat exchange#rottmnt trick or treat exchange 2023
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Whumptober Day 10: “You said you’d never leave.”
CW: death, blood.
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The body beneath his calloused fingers is barely warm. He grips the hero’s tunic in an iron fist. “Any second now. Any second.”
Air escapes the hero’s mouth, wafting from blood stained lips like a sigh, a gasp, a condemnation. Ganondorf waits for words that do not come. It is only stray gas, after all; death always claims every ounce of its corpses.
“Where is it?” Ganondorf asks. “Where are you?” He strains his senses, searching for a reflection of the Triforce somewhere in the kingdom, in the world. He feels nothing but atmospheric pressure and his own too-quick heartbeat. He feels nothing at all.
“Damn you, where are you?” he roars, shaking the hero so hard that his pretty blonde head makes an awful crack against the ruined castle tiles. There is less blood than he expects, and it stinks of lifelessness. He turns the hero over and grips his chin, claws scorching and branding in his fury, his confusion, his grief.
“Always, always before, I could sense you. You’re my challenge, my enemy. Destiny itself has driven us together time after time! So where, where does your soul lie now?”
The world is awash in magically charged yellows and purples. The clouds billow, tumultuous and sick, and Ganondorf glances upward as though he can see straight to the source of divinity. Of course, he cannot. “You’re the Hero of Courage,” he says with a groan, gripping once again at flesh now gone cool. “You’re supposed to be reborn, to harbor a soul forever at odds with mine! So where—where?”
Ganondorf closes his eyes and detects, throughout the world, only an abundance of fear. He feels sick with it. “You can’t leave me,” he tells the corpse of a failed man. “I cannot be alone.”
#this brought to you by wine and a bubble bath because I’m That Bitch#treat yoself#whumptober 2023#loz fic#ganondorf#sorry random Link I guess#LoZ#gintrinsic writing#whumptober
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every day this month I'm going to recommend a different spooky ghost fic! today's rec is:
Stargazing - @brighteyedbushybrowed - E, 1.4k
Did somebody say Dracopia? Oh, nobody did? Well here it is anyway “Can you smell it, cuore mio? Smell how desperate you are for my touch.” He kisses his way down your body, nipping at a nipple along the way. “My tongue.” He continues working his way downwards and hums in satisfaction once he reaches your centre. “My bite.”
𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!
(browse the other rectober posts here.)
#more dracopia#as a little treat#we deserve it#rectober 2023#fic rec!!#dracopia x reader#reader insert#the band ghost fanfiction#papa emeritus iv#papa iv x reader#dracopia#ghost band fic#ghost band fanfic#the band ghost fic#the band ghost fanfic#ghost band fanfiction#copia x reader
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7 for Roy x Jamie. Also, I adore your writing! ❤
7. love at first sight
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“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Georgie says, looking at the pair of them from across the dinner table with a crooked little grin that means trouble, a grin Roy’s intimately acquainted with on a slightly different face. “Love at first sight, weren’t it?”
“Mummy.” Jamie is the palest Roy’s ever seen. “Do not.”
“Don’t be rude to your mum,” Roy scolds, his full attention fixed on that familiar grin. He rests his arms on the table and leans in. “What were you saying, Georgie?”
“Well look at you, coming to my defense,” she teases. “Can you believe it, my Jamie ending up with such a gentleman?”
“It’s lovely to see,” says Simon, setting a tray of fresh cookies down on the table and giving Roy a genuine little smile.
Roy doesn’t know much about Simon; Jamie’s not talked about their history, other than to hint that a teenage Jamie Tartt was as much of a fucking terror as one might imagine and Simon was a prime target. But Roy likes him. Likes how he looks at Georgie like she hung the fucking moon. Likes how easily his love extends to Jamie.
“Mummy.” Jamie’s blushing now, a deep, fast-spreading red. It strikes Roy, not for the first time, that Jamie’s fucking gorgeous when he blushes.
“Love at first sight? Is that what you said?” Roy asks.
Jamie elbows him. “You ain’t helping.”
Fuck football, this is Roy’s favorite game now. “Who says I’m trying to?”
“Right then.” Georgie winks at Roy as Jamie rubs his forehead. “It must have been, what? 2006? When did you move to Chelsea, Roy?”
“2005."
“2005.” She nods. “Chelsea were here playing City, so of course we had it on telly. And all the announcers could talk about the whole game was the new hot player at Chelsea, making quite a name for himself after only a few games. So of course the camera cut to him over and over, I swear half the game was a closeup on Roy Kent.”
“Mummy, you have got to stop,” Jamie groans.
“This one,” she reaches across the table and pats Jamie’s hand, even as he scowls, “was all of eight years old. You might be a gentleman, Roy Kent, but you’re also a bit of a cradle robber, aren’t you?”
It’s Roy’s turn to freeze. “Right.”
“I’m 25 years old, Mum, I’m fucking grown,” Jamie huffs in an exasperated voice that sounds suddenly 15.
“Of course you are, love.” Her smile loses its bite, fond and soft. “I think you’re lovely together and I’m thrilled for you two, swear down. But I am gonna give this one shit about the fact that he and I would have been in school at the same time and you were eight when he got his big break.”
“Fucking hell,” Jamie says as Roy says, “Fair enough.”
“So Jamie was just a tiny thing, sat in front of the telly as close as he could get, eyes wide. After the first half, he stood up and looked at me with that little look he gets. You know the one. When he’s made his mind up about something and you’ll be wasting your breath if you try and stop him.”
“I know the one.” Roy puts a hand on Jamie’s knee and squeezes gently.
“He turned to me and said”—she pauses for dramatic effect before starting the recitation—“‘when I grow up, I’m gonna be a pretty footballer like Roy Kent.’”
Jamie buries his head in the curve of Roy’s neck. “This is not a cute story,” he insists.
“Keep telling yourself that, love,” Georgie coos sympathetically. “And so began the Roy Kent years. What does he ask for for his birthday? A Roy Kent poster. What do we have to get when we check out at the shop? That magazine with Roy Kent on the cover. What’s he want for Christmas? A Chelsea kit, for Christ’ sake.”
“Now, Georgie, you’ll embarrass him,” Simon chides mildly.
“Yeah, that ship has fucking sailed, man,” Jamie pouts. “When Roy leaves me because he thinks I’m a fucking stalker, it’s gonna be all your fault, Mummy, is that something you want to live with?”
Georgie shakes her head, laughing. “Roy, you’re not allowed to leave Jamie over my cute story. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“I’m just saying,” she says, sitting back and looking at her son with a love so palpable it makes Roy ache, “it’s not like this is exactly a surprise. If anyone knows how to go after what they want, it’s my Jamie.”
It’s fucking weird, hearing about little Jamie’s crush, but it's not like he didn't know most of it, and it's not like they’ve ever really had the most normal of relationships; Roy accepted that pretty early on. He puts an arm around Jamie, smiling when he immediately curls into Roy. “Well, I think you set your sights too low,” he says with a gentle brush of the lips against Jamie’s temple. “You turned out to be a way prettier footballer than Roy Kent.”
“Uh, yeah, obviously,” Jamie scoffs, rolling his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches towards a grin as he pulls Roy into a kiss.
#that's it folks! the last of the trick or treat fics. i'm only a weekish late on these last few and honestly for me that's pretty good 😅#this is so silly lmao#anyway the fact that georgie is like MAYBE 2-3 years older than roy max is hilarious to me and i think she should give him endless shit 🤷🏻#my fic#my writing#fic or treat 2023#ted lasso fic#royjamie#roy x jamie
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An Ocean Between Us
An angsty Homumiko fic that takes place prior to DGS1. Originally written for Trick or Treat Exchange 2023.
Homumiko | Angst | 1.2k | Rated T
An Ocean Between Us
On the journey back to Japan, Yujin reflects on those he's forced to leave behind.
Some tropes & tags:
Parenthood | Loss | Established relationship | Pining | Goodbyes
#homumiko#mikohomu#ace attorney#aa#the great ace attorney#dgs#yujin mikotoba#herlock sholmes#trick or treat exchange 2023#dgs 2 spoilers#fanfic#fanfiction#ace attorney fanfiction#aa fanfic#aa fic#evelinessa writes
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I actually wrote this fic in August if my draft revisions are to be believed. Either way, this is longer than the other fics this month because of that. Then I never got around to posting it for whatever reason, I kept editing it and putting it off until we got here.
Written for Kinktober Day 18: Size Difference (Again)
Rating: E for Egregiously Explicit
Category: F/F
Ship: trans!Karlach/Shadowheart
Tags and Summary under the break.
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Shameless Smut, Trans Female Character, Trans Karlach, Size Difference, Telepathic Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Girl Penis, Blow Jobs, Come Swallowing
Summary:
It started with an errant thought, one that Karlach wouldn't have heard without the stupid tadpoles in their skulls. It ended with them both a sweaty, literally steaming mess.
#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#shadowheart#karlach#shadowheart x karlach#karlach x shadowheart#kinktober 2023#kinktober#anotheropti's kinktober 2023#my fic#big softie who doesn't hide it + small softie who does = good times#this and yesterday's fic are accidentally similar oops not oops#this whole thing's probably a mess because it's been edited like 9 times#also this was before I saw the light#before I knew that my fics for this ship would be t4t#which they will be going forward#and hopefully not ALL of them will be smut#so bear with me here#and!#if you're this far down in tags you deserve to get a lil treat#spoiler for one of the free days: more t4t karlach/shadowheart is coming
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A Whole New World - Chapter 20
Aladdin AU for the @mlbigbang 2023
PREVIEW:
Marinette – Ladybug, I’m Ladybug now! – stood knee-deep in the sand filling up the throne room. Some inner voice screamed at her to get going, to find a way out. But she was rooted to the spot, her head craned upward, staring.
Beside her, Kagami was staring up, too.
And the three-headed monster stared back down at them.
Ladybug swallowed hard. The salivating sandworm swallowed too, its tongues flicking out, anticipating its next meal. The long necks were swaying, the movements so elegant, they might have been choreographed. There was something hypnotic about it.
Which was probably the point.
Oh god, we’re going to die.
After everything she’d endured so far, this was how her short life would end. She was going to be eaten alive in the royal palace, while the boy she loved – the prince – hid somewhere outside with her murderers.
Tears prickled her eyes – tears she couldn’t afford to shed right now. Yet her emotions didn’t listen to her brain, and the water trickled down her cheeks. A simple prayer flashed through her head.
Please let it be quick.
As if it heard her, one of the heads dived down. She saw it coming but still didn’t move, cool acceptance shutting down her instincts.
Read at Ao3
#miraculous ladybug#mlb#ml big bang 2023#ml fic#ml fanfic#adrinette#crack treated seriously#ml crack fic#miraculous fanworks#mind control#chat blanc
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Snapping The Banjo by Anonymous
Snapping The Banjo
by Anonymous
M, 8k, Wangxian & Xuanli
Summary: “A-Jie…” Jiang Cheng pushes. “I broke my husband’s penis during sex.” One quick in-out breath as Yanli raises her chin high, pivots sharply on her heel and marches back off towards the building. Wei Ying opens his mouth. Jiang Cheng slowly raises a hand to silence him, expression on his face as if he had been slapped with a wet fish. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan's date night has gone wrong. Then, Jiang Yanli calls to ask her brothers for a ride to the hospital. Jiang Yanli's date night has gone very wrong. Kay's comments: RIP Jin Zixuan's dick, I guess Jin Ling won't be getting a sibling (jk, jk, his dick is probably fine). This story is was so much fun, full of shenanigans! The fact that broken dicked Jin Zixuan also had to deal with drunk Lan Wangji wanting to study his broken dick like an insect made me cackle.
pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, crack treated seriously, jiang yanli/jin zixuan, yunmeng siblings feels, good sibling wei wuxian, good sibling jiang cheng, humor, minor injuries, hospitals, blood, schadenfreude, established relationship, drunk lan wangji
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
#Wangxian Fic Rec#The Untamed#Wangxian#MDZS#Kay's Rec#October 2023#Snapping The Banjo#Anonymous#Mature#short fic <15k#pov wei wuxian#modern setting#modern no powers#crack treated seriously#jiang yanli/jin zixuan#yunmeng siblings feels#good sibling wei wuxian#good sibling jiang cheng#humor#minor injuries#hospitals#blood#schadenfreude#established relationship#drunk lan wangji
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Heyyy Trick or treat!
(Yup, you're right. halloween is a state of mind and it's forever)
I'm Goth, so for me Halloween is eternal, hahaha
I think the best way to cap off my night however, is by TREATING you to an unpublished fic excerpt in my docs...
Just some good old CLASSIC Frans fluff 😉 (yes! I can write fluff! I can!)
#halloween 2023#fanfic#ask box trick or treating#trick or treat#only a very select few mutuals know what the context of this fic was supposed to be before I tossed it back into the drawer#(it def wasn't gut wrenching angst... what would make you think that???)#hahahahaha#frans#frisk x sans#sans x frisk#undertale#writing excerpt
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