#hello new oc that's living in my brain

[sankttealeaf]

take some silly dnd character doodles + yappings under the cut because its dnd time soon!!!!! games are starting back up!!!!

this is saskia (last name glaude), my baby my baby. has done nothing wrong. craves academic validation. has a weird relationship with her mentor/tutor/proxy father figure. wants to beat her classmates to a pulp. also wants to be friends with them. has a mission. will complete the mission or die trying

and then because she's in an exandria game it means i can make her besties with my faves. she and astrid beck are. people who know each other.

dont get along. they should kiss instead that would fix everything.

stop putting two bad bitches against each other and start putting them against each other!!

and then my faaaaaaave piece. them. if you know you know. my friends who are in this game follow me so like. spoilers but also you know. im not secret about it. im bad at keeping character secrets

[deadrlngers]

I wish my unhappiness had been all mine, and no one had to suffer for it, and so I hope it will be henceforth.

[template] || inspired by @aragorngf's edit

[blujayonthewing]

the last time I built a new OC and actually got to play them in a campaign that actually got its feet under itself properly instead of helplessly foundering from the start was seven goddamn years ago so I dunno maybe it's no wonder I keep going feral over Fresh Meat Felix

[sleekervae]

New York Romantic .1

Masterlist

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: a young actor moves across the hall from an aspiring ballerina. (college au kinda)

word count: 1562

a/n: i've had this idea knocking around in my brain for a few days and finally got to penning it down -- enjoy!

August 2016

The sun stretched its golden rays across the morning sky in New York City, the last embrace of summer's fading heat lingered in the air. The city bustled under a whispering breeze that carried the promise of change, as tree leaves, once adorned in vibrant green, began their slow transformation into a canvas of crimson and gold. Amidst the streets, a serene anticipation filled the air, capturing the essence of a city transitioning as the summer activities came to a close and the kids were dreading the return to school.

The wheels on Tom's luggage clacked against the cracks and bumps in the concrete sidewalk, bleary and tired eyes scanning between his phone and the address placards on the various condos. He knew he should've taken a cab, but the bus was so much cheaper and Google indicated it was only a five minute walk to his new living quarters anyway.

He finally stopped in front of a brick building, the address placard worn and rusted from the elements but the numbers matched up with that on his itinerary. The other cue that gave it away was the variety of art pieces in windows and hung over bannisters and fire escapes. Tom lugged his bag up the three stone steps and ducked inside.

The lobby was pale, dingy and in dire need of a fresh coat of paint; not to mention the air held hints of mothballs and burnt microwaved popcorn. An older woman was sat behind a desk, reclined in her chair while glazed eyes were focused on her computer screen. Tom approached slowly, hoping his smile could cover the exhaustion hiding in his face.

"Hello,"

The woman's eyes were the last to focus when she turned her head, blinking over her glasses and a warm smile graced her face, "Oh, hello! You must be... erm..." she suddenly grabbed a clipboard and scanned the tiny text, "... Jacob Nielson?" she spoke in the classic Brooklyn accent with exaggerated vowels and nasally undertones.

"No," he shook his head politely, "My name's Tom. Blyth," he replied.

She scanned her list with her pen, gasping aloud when she found his name, "I see, now! Very nice to meet you, my name's Doris -- I'm the super here. You're my renter from London, right?"

"Yeah. Well -- Yorkshire specifically,"

"I didn't do so well in geography, honey. Have mercy," Doris replied as she stood up, heading for the wall of cubbies behind her, "So tell me, which insane asylum are you checking into?"

" -- Excuse me?"

"What school are you attending?" she asked again, her fingers flourishing across the cubbies.

Tom nodded, "I'm starting at Julliard next week. I'm an actor," he replied.

Doris scoffed, "Yeah? You and everybody's dog, honey," she pulled a key from a specific slot and returned to the desk, "But you got a nice face, maybe you'll luck out,"

Tom wasn't sure whether or not he should've taken that as a compliment, so he simply smiled back and accepted the key, "Um, thank you,"

"You're on floor three, room 14. Your roommate should already be moved in, he can give you a tour of the place," she explained, "If you need anything, leaky faucets fixed and whatnot just come down and see me,"

"Thank you, Doris," he took his bag and started for the elevator on the right of the room, but Doris called out to him again.

"Hold on, handsome! Elevator's broke! Hasn't worked since Giuliani was mayor," she pointed to the left, "Stairs are over there,"

Tom huffed under his breath; he was tired and the last thing he wanted was to lug his suitcase up three flights of stairs. Nevertheless, he gave Doris one more polite grin as he started for the staircase.

The sun cast stark patterns across the stairs, the skewed silhouettes of the window panes interrupted by Tom's own shadow as he made his trek up. He hadn't at first registered the thundering of footsteps above him until a group of kids rushed passed him.

"C'mon! We're gonna miss the bus!" The stairwell was relatively narrow, arms and bodies knocking into Tom until he nearly slipped and his grip loosened on his suitcase. The suitcase went tumbling down the stairs, smacking hard against the opposing wall and the latches burst open. His belongings spilled everywhere.

Tom grumbled to himself, trekking down the stairs again to clean up the mess. One of the kids however hung back, trailing behind her group but she'd witnessed Tom's misfortune. She double backed up the stairs, staring in astonishment at the clothes and knick knacks, then at him.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Tom was crouched over the ground when he looked up, coming face-to-face with the concerned expression of a young brunette. She was lean and petite, dressed down in denim shorts and black tank top. Her converse had two different coloured laces, one red and one yellow. He found that peculiar.

"I'm alright," Tom assured her, "If this is the worst thing that happens to me today, then it's not such a bad day, right?" he tried to laugh it off.

The girl simpered, "Sure," nevertheless she crouched down to help him. One of her friends called out from below.

"Noelle! C'mon! We're gonna miss the bus!" she shouted.

The girl -- Noelle -- shouted back, "Go ahead, Bianca! I'll catch up with you guys!"

"But the movie starts in an hour! It's take forty five minutes from here, man!"

"It's twenty minutes of previews, anyways!" she turned back to Tom, her cheeks tinting bashfully, "Sorry about that,"

"Don't worry. You should go with your friends, I'll be fine," he replied.

Noelle scoffed, "Can I trust you with a secret?"

"Sure,"

"I hate horror movies,"

Tom smiled, "And lemme' guess: they're going to see a horror movie?"

"Don't Breathe. Some kids break into a blind guy's house and he ends up killing them all and quite frankly -- I can go my whole life without more nightmares," she replied, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"Don't half blame you. I'm not the biggest fan, myself," he said, "Do you live here?"

"Yep. That nutcase shouting at me was my roommate," she replied, "Sorry, I didn't get your name,"

"Tom,"

"Very nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances," she chuckled back.

"Don't worry about it -- Noelle," he grinned.

She helped him clean up and pack his things, leading him back upstairs to his room. He assured her he could manage but Noelle insisted, saying it was the least she could do for his trouble.

"Room 14?" she cocked a brow when he told her, the corners of her lips pulling back to bare her clenched teeth.

"Yeah. What's wrong?" Tom asked apprehensively, "I don't have a serial killer for a roommate, right?"

Noelle shook her head, "No, no, you get Sunny. And he's just like his name -- absolute sunshine human being,"

"... I sense there's a 'but' coming," he trailed.

"He's a scholarship violinist, he's brilliant. And he's so brilliant because he practices at all hours of the night," she explained, "... All hours. You might wanna invest in some noise cancelling ear plugs,"

Tom nodded, relieved that at least his new roomie didn't sound like a dickhead, "Thanks for the advice,"

They stopped in front of the door, a worn brass 14 glinting subtly in the light. Tom fished out the key from his pocket, "I guess this is me,"

"Oh, damn," Noelle huffed, glancing at the door across from them, "You get the insane neighbours,"

His eyes flitted between her and the door, "... Whatcha' mean by that?"

Noelle pulled a key from her pocket, "Well, they're dancers for one. So they're always playing music, talking shit, burning their instant noodles because they're half-daft," with that she shoved the key into the lock and twisted, and sure enough the door opened.

Tom glanced at her, sheer amusement crossing over his face. He simpered under his breath, "You're my half-daft dancer neighbour who burns her instant noodles?"

"Unfortunately for you," she confirmed, half smirking.

"And how does one burn their instant noodles?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it," she closed and locked the door again, "But I'll let you get settled in. If you need anything at all, you can just pop over,"

"Thank you, Noelle," he smiled, "And thanks again for --" he stopped suddenly when he heard a faint violin melody from the other side of his door. It was a beautiful melody nonetheless, and it had him intrigued, "I suppose that's my roommate?"

Noelle nodded back, "Yep. I promise you, he's a sweetheart," she started walking backwards towards the stairwell, "I'm sorry again about earlier,"

"Don't give it a second thought. Have fun at your movie," he replied.

She giggled sardonically, "Oh trust me, I'll have a blast. I'll see you around, Tom,"

Tom gave her a small wave, watching her until she disappeared around the corner, could hear her shoes squeaking as she trotted down the stairs. He couldn't deny he found her quite a looker, a small part of him giddy with excitement at the prospect of getting to know his new neighbour. The violin melody continued to play on the other side of the door, and taking a deep breath for confidence, he pushed the key into the lock and opened the door...

[makeyoumine69]

My Lovely Detective VI

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— CONTAINS: Dub-con smut, accidental voyeurism, fingering, choking, blow jobs, manhandling, degradation, dirty talk, pet names.

— WORDS: 2.4k

— A/N: Hello dear readers, here's a new chapter! We hope you enjoy it and please feel free to share your opinions with us! Big hugs

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3].

Loosing Myself

Nothing had ever stopped Patrick from getting exactly what he wanted; the little boy who had always owned every new shiny toy and whose pets had disappeared under mysterious circumstances had long since become a man who now bathed in the shallow pleasures of endless luxury, drugs, sex...

It was true that most women only slept with him for the power of money, a purely transactional affair, or in the hope of siphoning off his wealth and status. 'Although that's not to say that these sharp features and the size of my cock don't help in attracting these whores,' Bateman mused briefly, his hand running down his flat stomach and stroking his hardening length in self-indulgent fascination.

"No" doesn't exist in his world, because "yes" is usually just a matter of payment, and so he finds a certain satisfaction in taking what wasn't even part of the deal. Those materialistic sluts screaming underneath him, realizing that they made a miscalculation, that he will rip and rape their bodies, because nothing is worth anything to him anymore, and death is the real price of a night with him. No woman has ever come close enough (or lived long enough) to know the real Patrick Bateman. But Andrea, who he kidnapped and brutalized, and who was now begging him to fuck her...

'Is she losing it? Are there now two lunatics living on the 11th floor of the American Gardens building?'

"You're a stupid fucking bitch," Patrick groaned, confused and yet aroused by the desperation in her voice, her body writhing and shaking with what seemed to be a serious need for him. "I guess I already fucked your brain out, Detective," he muttered, emphasizing her profession with a certain mockery as his hand wandered between her legs. She was so wet that his fingers slid effortlessly into her this time and Patrick couldn't help but laugh in disbelief.

"You really are a dirty, filthy whore to me," he realized as Andrea took one finger after another inside her, more than ready for him, but now of all times he was dragging things out. All this in spite of the fact that Patrick was aching for her at this very moment, rubbing his erection against the silk sheets to take the edge off. 

He was creating a special kind of torture for both of them with the way his thumb kept teasing her clit, his mouth instead attacking the sensitive area around her inner thighs, leaving bruising kisses on the plump flesh. Andrea's skin was so warm to his touch, a heat that radiated not only from her body but also from the look in her eyes as she met Patrick's gaze. 

"Not satisfied with my fingers, huh? Then I need you to be more specific. I need you to tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you."

No, that was not her, it was simply not possible. Andrea, she always knew, wouldn't act like a fucking whore in heat, but... but what if that Andrea was already gone? Lost in the chaos of pain, filth and depravity?

"Ah," the woman gasped as Bateman pulled her hips toward his groin, the leaking head of his cock slipping teasingly between her pussy lips, now so swollen they literally blossomed with arousal. "I want...I want to feel you deep inside me...all of you-aahhh!"

The moment Patrick began to thrust his hips against her rear, all of her insides were already on fire, it was like a fucking torture to be stuck in the middle between being so empty and so full. 

Whimpering, Andrea wanted to bite the blanket to stop herself from crying. Although her pathetic condition could be seen in the mirror on the other side of the bedroom. "Please, just, take me," the woman turned to face him, his prominent eyebrows knitted together as the man was so focused on the process before his hazel eyes; the sight of Andrea's moist, tight cunt enveloping his veiny dick with such eagerness. "Patrick, mmm-Patrick!"

Did she just moan his name? Did she? Or was that not her?

Trapped in her own internal conflict, the Detective fell limp on the sheets under the weight of Bateman's muscles, and that one move gave him the perfect opportunity to bury himself as deep as he could until his balls began to slap her curvy butt.

A low, almost animalistic grunt erupted from the man's chest as he thrust into her, then again and again. Each time was harder and more savage, Andrea had to push the fabric of the covers into her mouth, using it as a gag, her pussy struggling to take him all in, even though it was quite difficult.

"Mmhm," she murmured, almost screaming, while her hands raked around the bed, not knowing what to grab on to, but the next second Patrick fixated them in front of her face and lowered himself even closer to her, so that now his hot breath fanned around her neck, scorching her tender skin. "Big...so big, a-awww." Andrea convulsed several times as the man grabbed her hair with no mercy, forcing her to look up at him.

Those dark eyes, they were the eyes of the devil, nothing more, nothing less. 

It had been days since Detective Donald Kimball had last heard from his assistant, and considering her last assignment had been the interrogation of Patrick Bateman, it was obvious what must have happened.

Now Kimball had to admit it to himself—letting her go alone had been a miscalculation. He had simply assumed that Bateman would be more rational. 

Because even though the serial killer had taken the trouble to cover his tracks this time, Kimball knew where to look first. 

He had been skulking around the American Garden building for days, fully expecting not to be greeted with a single sign of life from Miss Moore. He was ready to expose Bateman for what seemed to have cost his colleague his life - until he saw Andrea Moore through the window. 

Very compromising, not well, but obviously alive. 

For some reason, Bateman must have taken a liking to her, because why else hadn't he killed the woman who was sitting next to him like a ticking time bomb?

Was this man just waiting for his luck to run out? Was he longing for Kimball's punishment?

Which he could have given to Bateman. 

He should have called for backup to storm the apartment immediately. 

But after 20 years of service, he was motivated by more than honor and a handshake. The government paycheck didn't reflect his excellent work, Kimball had decided.

Just as Kimball was about to leave this place, tired of wasting his time just looking at the motionless female body on Bateman's big bed, an owner of that luxury apartment appeared in the detective's vision. Patrick, naked in all his glory, moved slowly toward Andrea, who was still lying on the bed, probably unconscious. And only then did Kimball understand what all this could mean—Bateman had finally found his perfect little doll, or rather, a helpless slave.

For a moment, the man put down his binoculars, wondering if he really wanted to know what was about to happen. With a sigh, Kimball let curiosity take over, and now he was back to watching the couple, who were completely unaware of a sudden onlooker. But even if Bateman knew, he would probably enjoy it. Why had Kimball thought of this? Maybe because of the big camera that was right in front of the king-size bed, the sheets of which were so white that it was painful to look at them.

As in the pornographic movies that were quite popular these days, Patrick positioned himself over the dark-haired woman and gripped her neck hard enough to bruise, Donald could swear he could hear her shaky gasping next to him. Was he going to kill her afterwards? At some point, the detective couldn't believe that his assistant had been here all this time. The train of thought distracted him for a moment, but when he returned to the lewd performance, the man almost dropped the binoculars from the way Andrea was sucking Bateman's huge cock as if her life depended on it. But maybe it was? 

Too many questions and no answers. Too much depravity and literally no shame in their movements, it all looked like they had done it so many times before. Patrick's tight grip on the back of her head, urging her to go faster, to take him deeper, until she felt the scratch in her throat, until his cum dripped from her luscious lips and down her chin.

There was something about the way Bateman bent her neck so their lips could meet, oblivious to the taste of his own release, perhaps even turned on by it. About Andrea pressing her soft body so willingly against Bateman's defined abdomen. And if Bateman had ever harbored violent urges toward Miss Moore, now was clearly not the time to convince her; they both sank back onto the white sheets, his broad shoulders almost completely blocking the view of her smaller frame to the voyeuristic eye of Detective Donald Kimball. 

Andrea's legs wrapped around Bateman's surprisingly slender waist, clinging to him as if he might disappear forever if she didn't. Their bodies turned, and if this was a fight, it had to be a very passionate one...

Bateman's hand all over her, on her face, her waist, her backside.

Kimball couldn't help but make an embarrassing noise, fortunately only audible to his own ears, and he gripped the binoculars tighter in response. 

He would never have expected this from a woman who dressed so conservatively every day. What surprised him even more was how a man like Bateman could be so enraptured by a single tantalizing, if not a little trashy, tattoo. 

Massaging the inked skin and kissing his way lower between her legs...

Kimball couldn't say he fully understood what was going on between them, at least psychologically, because the physical attraction was clear to him even from this distance. It was evident in the way Bateman buried his head deeper between her legs, grinding against the sheets, and Andrea's body convulsed and shook with undisguised pleasure.

And Kimball felt relief of a different kind wash over him - for now there was a way for his depraved mind to justify the next step: A private offer Mr. Bateman couldn't refuse.

How many days have passed? Andrea could never know, since she was imprisoned in a golden cage on the 11th floor of the American Gardens Building. The apathy seemed to reach its limits, and the woman even began to refuse to eat, shower, or even leave Bateman's bedroom, hiding under the covers like a frightened animal. Such an attitude only made Patrick more cruel and brutal, Andrea's skin was like a canvas for his marks, such as bruises, scratches or even bites, which he left each time they fucked, but he always took care of them meticulously, applying some balm and bandage.

Why couldn't he just let her die? Why did he keep dragging her out of bed day after day to give her a bath, as if she were his dear pet that he loved to take care of? Well, maybe she really was? The meals Patrick gave her were extremely nutritious and healthy, they were deliciously cooked, but Andrea could never really enjoy their taste. Colors seemed to leave her current life as well as her former self. She was like an empty, broken phial, and all of Bateman's attempts to fill it up were unsuccessful, to say the least; the fact that he was possessively pumping her with his seed didn't count. Though, it was a fucking miracle that the woman hadn't gotten pregnant yet. 

'If I'm really stuck here forever, there's only one way out,' Andrea thought to herself as she watched Bateman cutting an apple for her in the kitchen, the knife so sharp that Patrick didn't even have to use any pressure to cut the fruit. 'I should try to kill him,' she jerked away as the man appeared in front of the kitchen island and offered her a slice of apple with a wicked glint in his hazel eyes. 

"I'm not hungry," Andrea muttered, turning away and crossing her arms. The only thing she could think about now, besides the constant plotting of her possible escape, was the upcoming party Bateman was going to take her to. Even though she still couldn't believe that he was actually going to let her go out with him. It was so weird. "Am I really going with you? Or it's just another evil joke?"

There was an undisguised challenge in Andrea's voice that only fueled Bateman's interest in her. This woman was like an unruly element, a force he wanted to tame so badly, and he knew that one day he would eventually do it.

"No jokes, honey," Patrick sneered, leaning against the kitchen counter, the apple slice still in his hand. "But," the man suddenly straightened up and walked around the corner to get even closer to Andrea. "This is not an ordinary party, this is a special one."

"Special?"

Smirking haughtily, the man stopped right next to her, his one hand already finding a place on her shoulder, kneading it in a relaxing way, but it only made her more nervous. "Yes, it's hosted by one of my friends from Wall Street," his soft baritone echoed off the walls, creating a strangely hypnotic vibe. "I'm sure you'll like it."

With a devilish grin, Patrick quickly popped the apple slice into his mouth before drawing close to Andrea's face and in the next second, their lips collided in a sweet but possessive kiss. The fruit was so tasty and soft that its juice spilled out and ran down the woman's chin and neck. Holding her in place with his strong arm, Bateman pulled away only to catch the small drops of sugary fluid running down her soft skin, causing Andrea to shiver, but she managed to stifle a moan.

"Does your friend know what you've done?" She asked quietly, her head tilted to the side, and even though his touch was pleasurable, there was no way she was going to show it to him. 

"And what have I done?" He replied, locking his tantalizing gaze with hers. "I just claimed what was mine, don't you think?"

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and my amazing co-writer @iron-flavored-lipgloss and turn on notifications to know when we update!

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Apr 9th

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1. ITMF fics with (a) good and well-developed original characters! i really enjoyed "I told you when I came I was a stranger" and would really love to read more like these. also looking for (b) fics where wwx is brought back in an OC's body, where their identity matters to the plot (eg politically), like "The Housewife’s Guide to Causing Chaos" (wwx brought back as a yu) & "Everyanything" (wwx brought back as qin su).

would still like wangxian to be tgt, & complete/actively ongoing fics only please. thank you!!!!! @potatokunst

1B)

There's the wwx resurected in other people's bodies comp, but more specifically,

❤️ Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 44k, wangxian, summoned by f!oc, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Genderbending, Denial, Fem!WWX, WangXian kids, Crack-ish, WIP) would probably fit

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2. Hey there! For the next itmf:

I want fics where wwx is in love with lwj, and he knows it too. So I don’t care if its time travel or anything like that, I just wanna see wwx treating lwj good/like a spouse while being aware that he’s doing it.

And even greater would be, if lwj was very much confused/ in gay panic mode/ horny for it .

Thank you :3 @desperation-is-my-middle-name

two guys r in love thats literally it by victortor (M, 11k, wangxian, Time Travel, the fluffiest thing ive ever written)

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) more of an angst take honestly but it fits the prompt?

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

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3. Hi! For ITMF, can you suggest fics where it picks up soon after the novel ends and explores wangxian’s relationship and how it develops?

Or just fics where wwx learns to take up space/ adjust to gusu and in lwj’s heart?

Thank you for your help, always!

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

call me home and I'll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy... and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, little hurt lots of comfort, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, iMutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX, turkish translation)

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (M, 28k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Love Letters, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Intimacy, CQL Compliant, No Plot Just Feelings, First Time, Two soulmates figuring their shit out, Let Hanguang-jun talk about his feelings agenda, Podfic Available)

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Part-epistolary, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Homecoming, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again)

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4. hello! for itmf any fics with wei wuxian and mo xuanyu? smth like i'll take a secondhand monster by stratisphyre

tysm<3 @r3n-vy

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5. Hi! Hope u r having a great day!

Do you know any good wangxian fics where LWJ leaving cloud recesses along with A-yuan and raise him on his own? You know, before WWX's return? I remember reading one where LWJ competely fell off the radar once. Sadly, i can't recall the name. Pretty please @grrumpywoof

❤️ And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by Glitterbombshell (T, 23k, WIP, WangXian, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, LXC is not really a good brother in this sorry, Canon Divergence, rogue cultivator!lwj) It's a WIP that hasn't updated since 2020, but there's this

Home isn't Where the Heart is. by Hauntcats (Not rated, 7k, wangxian) Jingyi comes along too here

The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 26k, LJY & WWX, wangxian, WWX talking to his donkey, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Drama, Recovery, Coming of Age, Secret Identity Fail, Friendship, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Road Trips, POV Multiple, Happy Ending)

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6. Hi!!! Thank you, you are all amazing and this place is magnificent!! Well, In the mood for... A) Fics were Wei Wuxian raised or helped raised the Juniors, all of them, modern if possible, I just finished The Edge of Night by Hobbsy3 and the relationship with the kids is so amazing, even if is not the central theme also B) Zombie themes fics, similar to the previous one, modern to if posible with happy ending!! Thank you so much for everything!! Be well :) @monicaop21

6A)

🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex) not modern but WWX raises all the kids

6B)

Darkness Before the Dawn by Selenay (E, 64k, wangxian, Zombie Apocalypse, Modern With Magic, Necromancer WWX, Reunions, toddler A-Yuan, There Was Only One Bed, There are zombies but not graphically horrific zombies, Angst with a Happy Ending, Find a home in the middle of an apocalpyse)

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7. Academic rivals wangxian? :<

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8. For the next itmf! I wonder if there are any fics where the lan and nie bros are really close and then wwx gets added into the mix, and there are shenanigans! Things like the lan/nie bros having a problem that only wwx can solve, or the bros discover how wwx's been treated by other people and get super protective. I just read With This Shadowed Blade and discovered that I very badly want to read more of this dynamic! Thank you all!

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, wangxian, modern, slow burn, kid fic, found family, it gets worse before it gets better, PTSD, blood and injury, dissociation, trauma, angst w happy ending, musicals, alternating pov, JC & WWX reconciliation, hurt/comfort, panic attacks) 

Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, WangXian, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters.)

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9. Pls pls next itmf secret relationship wangxian? Bonus points if it’s CRA but modern au or post canon or whatever is great too I just need it (I have read a few where their families don’t believe they’re dating but I want them hiding it)

Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 132k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Flirting, Teen Romance, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, WWX in WWX’s Body, Secret Relationship, Falling In Love, First Kiss, First Dates, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Canon Divergence, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Ripple Effect, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Optional Smut, Supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Has an Angry LWJ Kink, Drunk LWJ, Gusu Lan Alcohol Tolerance, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect)

A Guide on How to (not) Have a Secret Relationship by Grapesey (YumGrapeJuice) (T, 6k, wangxian, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Boys Kissing, they are horribly in love, WWX is a Little Shit, LWJ is So Whipped, WWX is obsessed with LWJ's hair, JC is So Done)

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10. For the next itmf could I see if we could find any fics where mo xuanyu is adopted by wangxian. I’ll take both modern au and canon type fics

a thousand fragile and unprovable things by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Trans Male Character, Trans MXY, MXY Deserves Happiness, Best Dads Wangxian, Handwaving The Legal System With The Power of LWJ, A little bit of angst, mostly soft, Happy Ending, Gender Happiness, Let LWJ Wear Skirts Agenda, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

silk linked together by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 6k, LWJ & MXY, Wangxian, Modern, Autistic LWJ, Cellist LWJ, LWJ, Runs A Rabbit Rescue, MXY Deserves Happiness, Fluff) which ends w/ both wangxian relationship and Mo Xuanyu adoption in process.

🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex) (link in #6A)

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11. Hello! ITMF current wips? For the last few months Truth Will Out has been super fun to keep up with, but now it is complete I would love to find other wips to follow! Any genre (canon, au, or modern) and any topic/plot! Preferably something that updates with relative frequency, like weekly or every other week. Thank you so much!

No Matter What You Are by LilyFaraday (M, 209k, wangxian, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Female WWX, MXY is a girl in this one and WWX has to deal with it, Genderbending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, A lot of comedy coming from WWX dealing with being a girl, and also using it to his advantage, Marriage of Convenience, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, no miscarriage)

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ) My current MDZS WIP is the A Matter of Time Series, it's currently on worlbuilding extras before the actual sequel. It's update about monthly but considering the amount of thought and worldbuilding and the size of this series I think that's pretty fast hahaha make sure to read the warnings first!

once upon a time, 很久很久以前 by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (M, 69k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, WIP, Modern, Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Not Everyone Dies AU, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, WWX is sad and down bad, Single Parent LWJ, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Once Upon a Time Fusion, Curses, part of the fun is figuring out how to make these characters as miserable as possible :) ) may i offer up my wip? Updates arent thay frequent cause each chap is over 15k but im hoping to post the next chap this month!

🔒 The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 51k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang Sect Friendly, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Protection Squad)

A-Yuan's Big Adventure by KatanaHatake (G, 13k, wangxian, WIP, Time Travel, transmigrator LSZ, Found Family, Canon Divergence, Parents LWJ & WWX, People believing WWX birthed A-Yuan, Eventual Happy Ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 273k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, WIP, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives AU, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings)

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 266k, WIP, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

At heart by apathyinreverie (M, 28k, wangxian, WIP, Dark LWJ(Ish), Amnesia, WWX gets to be Not Okay after the BM, Hurt WWX, Recovery, Caring, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, some definite manipulation, but not everything is as it seems, not nearly as dark as the tags make it sound, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, kind of, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, WWX Goes to Gusu, Possessive WWX, WWX happily atticwifing away, Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ)

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12. Itmf for qiongqi path divergence 🖤

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

when you're doing all the leaving (then it's never your love lost) by tardigradeschool (T, 23k, wangxian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Fix-It, the inherent eroticism of under robes, Golden Core Transfer, LWJ finds out about wwx's missing core and says i have plenty to go around)

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending)

in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWX dies at Qiongqi path, Demonic Cultivation)

Home and the Heartland by Witch_Nova221 (T, 210k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Slow Romance, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Discovery, Golden Core Reveal)

isn't there a Qiongqi Path canon divergence comp?

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13. itmf fics with Lan Wangji laughing/smiling/giggling etc. The bts of The Untamed with Wang Yibo laughing his ass off are killing me and i need LWG just being happy and laughing now

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14. An ITMF ask: I am looking for fic where WangXian's marriage is being arranged but one or both of them simply don't know about it until late in the game -not just "everyone knows but them" but literally they are being measured for wedding outfits and are clueless. Pining a plus! HEA pls! <3 @kimboo-york

Searching for a Heart by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, married at first sight au, this is basically modern arranged marriage, Getting Together, Reality TV AU)

Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Arranged Marriage, Practice Kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, Questionable Choices, they're dumb but cute, but dumb, but really cute, slight knives, Happy Ending)

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15. itmf modern au inventor wwx, similar to kizukatana's Truth Will Out? thank you for all that u do 💗

💖 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It’s There)by H_Belle (T, 5k, wangxian, NHS & WWX, modern w/ cultivation, inventor WWX, secret identity, identity reveal, YLLZ WWX, rogue cultivator WWX, pining LWJ, WWX pov)

There's An App For Everything by Sweetlittlevampire (G, 4k, wangxian, Modern Cultivation, Rivals to Lovers, Friends To Lovers, Competition, Demon fighting, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Night Hunts, Wangxian x Caves is the real ship here, Happy Ending, Humour)

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16. hi hi! could you recomend any fics where Lan Yuan grows up in Lotus Pier? thank you <3 @nyxiblue

What Remains After the War by Swan_Song (T, 41k, JC & LSZ, JC & JL, JL & LSZ, JL & LJY & OYZZ & LSZ, JC & WWX, WIP, Canon Divergence, LSZ is a Jiang, Good Uncle JC, Cousins JL & LSZ, JC Needs a Hug, JC Needs Therapy, The juniors solve a mystery, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, he tries his best, LSZ Needs a Hug)

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17. ITMF any fics where other characters preferably Jin zixuan has an unrequited/one sided crush on Wei Ying. Could be any setting preferably Canon/Canon divergence or with some sort of cultivation and wangxian end game. Gimme all you have please @linossock

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[itstobias149]

Hello humans! I bring you my oc!!!

(Please my brain)

Her name is Marie Kofle and she is a cutman for the WVBA! Um I don’t have her too thought out.

I decided she lives up in New York in an old Victorian home that’s run down. She is a mortician full time and a Cutman part time, sometimes she also works with recovery teams for the fighters. She has some understanding with trauma to the body and to repair it, she is also multilingual. Marie speaks, English, German, Yiddish, and Latino, which isnt as useful as the WVBA thinks. Since she is a dual citizen with Germany, the WVBA likes to have her travel from time to time.

What is a Cutman?

A cutman in boxing is a specialized team member responsible for treating a fighter’s injuries during a match, particularly cuts, swelling, and nosebleeds. Their main goal is to minimize the damage so the fighter can continue competing safely. Cutman are normally supplied by the venue that is hosting the fighters

Cutman are essential in close, high-stakes fights, as they can help preserve a fighter’s vision and prevent stoppages due to injury. Their skill and speed can significantly impact a fight’s outcome

Common Duties of a Cutman:

• Stopping Bleeding: Applying coagulants, gauze, and pressure to cuts or nosebleeds.

• Reducing Swelling: Using tools like an enswell (a cold metal piece) to minimize swelling around the eyes.

• Preventing Further Damage: Treating injuries between rounds to prevent them from worsening.

Marie was hired by the WVBA after a friend of a friend recommended for her to go watch some boxers spar at the local gym. That’s where she met Little Mac and Doc Louis. She soon built a family dynamic with the two. Giving Little Mac a place to stay when needed, along with occasional medical attention if needed. She also gives Doc another young person to have a parental relationship with, giving her a father figure of which she lacks biological.

I feel like she has a pretty good relationship with most of the boxers, she interacts with some of them more than others, inviting them over for dinner parties or playfully arguing with them on the sidelines. She tries her best regardless of language barriers or personality clashing.

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 53: Gambling Lives

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

As dreary as this hospital might appear at first, it’s a freaking miracle compared to the gossipy office. As I strut down the hall I make a mental note to tell Thomas that I will no longer be submitting myself to working there. I am going to do as my job entails and make foreign business trips. If only this bloody vendetta could get cleared up! Not that anyone would tell me right away if anything’s changed.

“Hello, Michael,” I greet and shut the door. “Still sore?”

The young man waves from where he’s sitting at the table, reviewing records. “I feel better but they’re making me stay longer to be sure. Mum’s work, I imagine. How’s Tommy?”

The recollection of today’s planned luncheon draws out more dark thoughts. “In a bit of a pickle. Right now they’re-”

The door opens again and a nurse pokes her head in. She heads for Michael’s satchel.

Michael’s brow furrows and reaches to stop her. “What are you doing-?”

The nurse shoves him to the floor and in a split second I see the reason why: Michael’s gun. She wants to disarm him! I lunge to block her but she whacks me over the head with a medicine tray. In a dizzy state I look up see a sharp-dressed man in a fedora waiting outside.

Bam!

Who’s shot?! Michael’s not. I’m not. Then- The man from earlier is lying dead on the floor. Who shot the gunman? 

“Michael!” I gasp, holding my head and spitting out some blood as I crawl over to help him to his bed.

A new man stands guard by the door, while another one examines us with shifty eyes. It’s no secret that he’s part of the cause that wants us dead. Dark hair, olive skin, pointed nose, spiffy gray suit, black overcoat and fedora, a match in his mouth. Everything about him screams Italian- 

“Uh uh uh,” he tsks as he points to the hat lying on Michael’s cot. “Where I’m from, a hat on the bed… Unlucky. My family… Say it brings death.”

He moves closer and all I can think of is how quickly I might be able to retrieve my pistol before he can.

“Maybe that’s what happened,” the man murmurs, staring straight at Michael. “Last time my men were sent to you, you got lucky.” 

The memory of John sends anger pulsing through me. That son-of-a-! If I can just reach my- Oh God!

He pulls a pistol from his coat pocket and presses the barrel to Michael’s forehead. Thump! Thump! Thump! Oh God, how is this happening?! What can I-?

“Now… Your luck’s run out.” He cocks the gun and gives me a side glance. “Try anything and your brains will paint the wall too.”

Michael squeezes his eyes closed. “It’s over…”

This can’t be right!

Click.

Was that a misfire? The gun clicks, but no bullet is fired. The gangster slowly lowers the gun down Michael’s nose and away from his face. Michael, having just escaped death again, stands frozen in shock while the man backs out with an expressionless face.

“And tell your mother we have a deal,” he concludes before exiting along with his counterpart.

Deal? He made a deal... If a deal can be made to spare Michael's life then maybe-

“Wait. Wait! Michael, I will be right back.” I sit him down and sprint out to catch up. “Wait!”

The taller gangster goes to reach for his gun but his boss holds up a hand to stop him. He waits for me to reach them and looks me up and down, having an expression that looks much too friendly for someone who almost just committed murder.

“You must be Ms. Steenstra. Glad to finally meet you in person. What can I do for you?”

I swallow my nerves. Get it right. This is for your family. There’s no going back.

“Am I right to assume that I am in the presence of Mr. Luca Changretta?”

The gangster tips his hat. “Indeed you are. But I will not discuss the matter of the Shelbys with you.”

“I understand. I’m not here to ask about that. I’m here to discuss my own family.”

This surprises Changretta. Like I just asked him to forget about a small detail. 

“I’ve heard many things about you, Ms. Steenstra. You have quite the family ties.”

I bring my hands together and lower my head. “Please, Mr. Changretta, please cancel the hit on my family. I swear they have no part in the White Hand. None of us.”

Changretta hums. “Then how do you explain Edmond Colon?”

“He is family. But us Steenstras in America are not connected to his mob business.” I harness the courage to look up at him directly with my own determined glare. “I know you are proud of your heritage, as am I. Please just let my father run his brewery in peace.”

The gangster doesn’t answer. He, like Thomas, merely looks me over expecting me to demand more. When I don’t he looks down to play with a ring on his finger. A family ring, no doubt.

“When you first came here, did these Brits harass you because of our part in the war?”

I shake my head. “No. If they would have tried then I would’ve given them a piece of my mind.”

Changretta smirks and causes the match in his mouth to wave up and down. “You are a remarkable American woman, Ms. Steenstra. If only your Irish relatives weren’t giving us so much trouble. By the way, my condolences for Ragtime Joe Howard.”

The building hatred for this and all mafia business tugs at my heart. “His name was Joseph Howard. He made his choice to be in the mafia. Just like you.”

“And you,” Changretta comments and gestures to me. “Mr. Shelby mentioned you when I spoke with him. Why is an innocent woman like yourself caught up with the Peaky Blinders?”

I think that’s the question we’re all asking. A question I may not even know how to answer.

“Moral obligation. I owe them a debt.”

“I see. Then may I offer that we respect each other’s wishes and walk away. You fulfill your debt and I will lift the hit.” Changretta sees my confusion and explains further. “Meaning I will lift the hit on your family. But my arrangement with Mrs. Gray will continue.” 

His words to Michael ring clear as a bell. “What arrangement?”

“That is between Mrs. Gray and me,” Changretta says before tipping his hat in parting and following his partner to the back door. “Ciao.”

Did that just happen? Did I just single-handedly negotiate my family out of a vendetta? Thank God! I just had my first encounter with an Italian mob leader and no one died! There’s still the matter of Polly’s arrangement. But that can wait for now. What I know now is that I can sleep at night knowing my family is safe!

“Michael!” I gasp and rush back to his room. “Are you alright?”

He blankly looks between me and the floor. “What just happened?”

Thud! The door bursts open, letting in Thomas, Arthur, and Finn. They scan the room for threats, as well as examine the fresh corpse outside. 

“Michael! What happened, eh?” Thomas pants and looks anxiously between us.

“They heard you coming,” Michael says softly. “The gun misfired. They ran away.”

I frown at his explanation. Why is he lying? At the mention of the intruders, two Blinders race out the door and Thomas interrogates us further.

“You alright?” Thomas kneels next to me and feels me up and down, looking for any wounds.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I assure him.

Do not think about how warm his hands are, Verena. Do not! Should I tell him about what just happened?

“Verena!” Finn cries and pulls me into a hug. “Thank God you’re safe.”

“I don’t know where they’re going-”

“Mr. Gold will take care of ‘em,” Thomas says, his eyes never leaving me. Almost like he's afraid I'll disappear. “I have to make a call. Stay with Michael, Verena.”

For the next hour I stay cooped up in the hospital room with Blinders guarding from all sides. I appreciate the gesture for safety, but… I’m in the clear. It feels so relieving! Should I tell someone? It’s not like Michael told the entire truth either.

“Why didn’t you tell them?” I ask him once Arthur and Finn leave.

“Why didn’t you?” Michael reasons back. “What did you do, Verena?”

“I- I… I made sure my family is safe.”

“And what does that mean?” A new voice asks. It’s Polly. Wonderful! Now we can figure out what this ‘deal’ is.

“I convinced Mr. Changretta that my family has no part in this. He believed me.”

The Gypsy woman lights a cigarette and smiles at me. “You have a gift, love. You know how to negotiate with even the most stubborn men.”

Michael clears his throat. “He spared me. He said ‘tell your mum that we have a deal.’ What deal, mum?”

Yes. We’re all dying to know.

Polly takes another puff. “A deal to spare your life.”

Michael is not at ease, and neither am I. “In return for what?”

“Men don’t have the strategic intelligence to conduct war between families. You saw this yourself, Verena. Men are less good at keeping secrets out of their lives.”

Michael puts something together. “You agreed to give up Tommy? To save my life?”

“You did what?” I bark and stand up to face her.

Polly keeps calm. “Tommy’s different. The rest need to be spared.”

“A life is still a life, Polly Gray! Family is family! We do not pick and choose family.” 

“You never forgave him, did you?” Michael asks darkly.

Polly leans in closer. “We’re out of our league.”

Michael shakes his head. “No. Verena’s right. We don’t do that to our own.”

“Think,” Polly urges. “If it wasn’t for me you’d be smoke blowing out of a mortuary chimney.” She looks at me. “And your family might have still been at risk.”

My eyes narrow. “I don’t need your help. I handled my family’s dilemma all on my own. And I did it without harming anyone.”

“What’s to stop us from telling him?” Michael asks openly. Yeah! What will stop us?

Polly points a finger at both of us. “You’ll do no such thing, Michael. You too, Verena. This is my business.”

Smack! I suck in my tongue and pivot to walk out the door. First Thomas keeps secrets, now Polly too? The Hell with this! Maybe it’s the confidence from my meeting with Changretta but I might have my own ace up my sleeve.

I reach the phone and pick up the receiver. “Hello. This call is to be kept confidential. May I please be put through to Edmond Colon, Blood Stoney Road?”

“One moment, please.”

A few more clicks and I hear a familiar laugh. “Hello, Uncle Colon. It’s Verena. I need to ask a favor.”

Time to take matters into my own hands. It’s time for some American reinforcement.

@meadows5

[tootoomanycats]

Boiling Over

Suguru Geto x Personal Chef Smut

Pairing:

Pent Up Geto Cult Leader x OC Fem

(can also be read as reader insert)

Word Count: 3,576 words

Summary: Geto realizes that his new cook has started to put disgusting notions into his daughters heads. After tucking the girls to bed, he finds holding the lid on his anger challenging and complex. It is time to have a talk with this vile monkey; only things don’t go according to plan.

Warnings:

Language usage refers to non-sorcery users such as monkeys and animals and uses verbiage degrading non-users' ideology. (It's Geto; I am only trying to stick to how I think he would internally speak about us muggle folk.)

Enemies arguing to unexpected smut.

Mentions of premature ejaculation. (we make sure he knows he’s still wanted)

Minor mention of a potential eating disorder for Geto.

Author Notes:

Hello Everyone! I promise I am still working on rewriting Performances, but I had to stop because my brain would not let me get any sleep until I got this little one-shot out and edited. I never planned on writing any JJK content, but this is my lesson in never saying never. Honestly, I don't know if this will be a stand-alone one-shot or if it will develop into a short story. Either way, I hope you'll like it! As always if you like what you have read please remember that fanfic writers live off of likes, comments and reblogs- we wont admit it but we all have praise kinks.

Have you watered your writer today?

Each long stride only allowed more anger to fill his lungs. That disgusting, foul-breathed cretan. How dare she encourage such thoughts in their minds? To speak of this dementedly wicked world like the Garden of Eden, like it was something worth protecting. When creatures like her ruined its oasis, this was just more evidence that only further proved every reason to go through with the plan to wipe them out of existence.

Silence filled the long, winding corridors in the late hour—only the soft shuffles of his steps to be heard. The time spent wandering, stewing in the whirlpool of thoughts, was unknown. Be it subconsciously or with intention, he came to stand before the kitchen door. Finger paints covered the wood in various colors and shapes and crudely drawn animals. No doubt, the artistic freedom given to the girls by that damn woman. Another distraction put in front of them that should instead be spent studying and growing more substantial for the future, his future. Fingers massaged at his temple, and that damn under-eye twitch was back.

Before turning to continue on the walk of rage, a faint light shined from under the door. The source’s inconsistent flickering made it obvious it was a flame light, not the usual overhead bulbs. A shadow was moving about, its lines from under the door jam shifting around. Was someone trying to find a late-night snack? Curiosity got the better of him as the door cracked open, the well-oiled hinges making no noise to give away his presence. There, at the kitchen island, sat the bane of his existence. A single candle was her only light source as she made notes in a thick-bound journal. Books littered across the counter’s surface that she was scanning between.

After spending two hours tossing and turning in bed, Hope had given up on sleep finding her tonight. What time would have been spent dreaming was now used to research and plan instead. In the short time since coming to the estate, she realized how out of her depth she was. Growing up on a farm had taught her many valuable tidbits that rolled over into the new career of personal cook. Sadly, though, most of the knowledge of common fruits and vegetation was useless now due to being on foreign soil. Not to mention, all the meals commonly made here were a complete novelty to her. All day, the worry of not knowing a simple dish to make for the girls if one got sick filled her head.

She felt lucky that it was still summer, but fall and winter would soon come, so it was best to start studying basic soup stocks and how to preserve them now. Just as exhaustion began to creep its way up her spine, the face of that egotistical man came to mind. She groaned, remembering how he had already refused everything but the boiled, unseasoned chicken breast. A previous warning of how picky her new boss was had first been brushed off, but now she only saw it as something more concerning. When inquired, the girls only looked at each other before explaining how their father seemed to struggle with food. Something about how things always seemed to taste putrid: Hope made a mental note to inquire if there were meals that would not be so vehemently refused going forward.

“I see I am not alone in burning the late-night oil.” Geto had to hold in the smug smirk at watching Hope almost jump out of her skin when making his presence known. Stepping closer to the kitchen island, his eyes scanned its counter’s contents. Multiple subjects filled the open pages, text outlining photos and drawings of local flora and fauna in Japan, while another explained cultural customs entwined with particular meals. “Homework?” he asked, keeping the tone of the question light, almost teasing. Anger still simmered just below the surface, the lid of feigned equanimity keeping it in check.

She quickly closed the notebook, gathered the books, and walked backward while responding. “Just menu planning and figuring out what to plant in the garden first.” Mirroring his strained smile, she still tried to calm the racing of her heart from being caught off guard by his presence. “W-What has you up so late?” Gulping when the evident anger in his eyes seemed to be barely masked by the smile on his lips. With each step he took further into the space, she took one back-feigning needing to put the books back in their place, on the opposite end of the island. Something deep and primal warned not to turn her back to him.

Hands going back into their usual hiding place in the sleeves of his haori, he stopped where she had just been sitting. Magnanimous in allowing the useless cook her space. “I just tucked the girls into bed. They were having difficulty falling asleep, and I couldn’t figure out why for a while until they started asking some peculiar questions.” Geto tilted his head, the candle’s light only illuminating one half of his face while the other became shrouded in the darkness of the night. Even in the dimly lit space, the fear on her face was clear as day. Teeth ground together as realization dawned on him; at first, he had chalked up what she had told his daughters as common monkey ignorance. But now, in the fearful response of shirking away from him, it became apparent that she knew exactly what she had done.

“Oh? What kinds of questions?” Hope’s palms began to sweat, making it hard to hold the books. She had no shame in introducing the importance of protecting living things, nor held abasement in teaching how the circle of life affected everyone, including Nanako and Mimiko. However, this did not make her oblivious to the potential backlash of such actions. Placing the books down on the edge of the counter before straightening her posture; if she were to be fired or threatened, then he would have to do it while seeing her head held high.

What was once a simmering pot now started to boil. It was one thing to play stupid with him, but it was another thing entirely to look proud while doing it. Taking a step forward, he spoke sternly, “Yes. It seems they have these ideas suddenly.” Another step. “Notions I have taught them that will not be allowed in the future I am creating. You wouldn't happen to know where they got those from, would you?” He now stood only a few short strides from her and the corner she had put herself in. Watching as she stood taller with each step, even puffing her chest out. She was brave; he would give her that. Bravely stupid.

Hope’s eyes dropped down from where he now stood to the books before her. With a deep breath, she calmly spoke the answer he was trying to pull from her. “Yes, I had asked them what vegetables would be best to grow in the garden earlier today. As it turns out, they didn't know, and neither did I. So I found a book, and the three of us took turns reading and learning.” Wetting her mouth, she continued before glancing up to see the anger on his face build. “The girls started to have more philosophical questions on which I gave my opinions on.” Fear spread through her bones as he quickly walked into the small space that was left between them. Turning to face the outrage on his face, back facing the island as her hands held onto its edge for the needed stability of what was to come.

“Who are you to fill their minds with such disgusting notions?” The pot's lid danced over the boiling rage held within. The candlelight illuminated both of them clearly, making it possible to watch as shock filled her face at his statement.

At first, her jaw hung open until the feeling of offense had her back to defend herself. “You may think it disgusting, Your Radiance, but like it or not, the reality is that those girls are starting to realize that not everything in this world is horrible. There are things worth enjoying now, not just when you create some theoretical future.” Though her words rang with strength, her body responded in alarm at watching the monster before her shift through so many emotions.

“They are my children! And much too young to be curious about such things.” The lid crashed to the ground as the emotions finally boiled over the pot’s opening. His voice had raised before quieting back down.

“They are growing girls, just three years shy of being teenagers! How can you not see that they are becoming curious about the world around them? Both have questions, yet you refuse to acknowledge it.”

Wrath filled his eyes, his usually fake pacifying expression vanishing to show the true nature of his feelings as he crowded her further with a sneer, twisting his lips. “Oh? What questions would be so important that they would go to a vile monkey for answers instead of me?” His tone was dangerous, threatening, and low.

She could feel the hair on the back of her neck rise; he did not expect such rage to be mirrored back. “I may be a monkey, but at least they feel safe enough to tell me when they like a boy.” Shock started filling his face as she took the chance to be the one now leaning in. “Tell me, how do you plan to explain to them that you will cause the death of their crush?”

Her eyes flicked back and forth between his; he was so close that she could feel the heat of his breath across her nose. Blood thrummed in her veins at how hard her heart pounded. The butcher-block wood creaked under her white knuckle grip, and her back pressed firmly against the counter as he further cornered her in. If this is how she died, then so be it; it will have been worth it to have finally shoved reality into the maniac's face.

Large palms and long arms became caged bars around her, nails scratching groves into the woodgrain. “A crush is a trivial thing.” He leaned further, pressing his chest forward, forcing her spine to bow back uncomfortably. The stiff lip of the wood now bit painfully into her haunches. Delicate fingers gripped the front of his gojogesa, desperate to have any control of how he continued contorting her upper body. His head tilted to whisper into her ear, “They will learn that a monkey’s place is beneath them.”

Geto hated weaklings and abhorred their very existence. It was revulsion, not excitement, that caused the fluttering in his stomach when their cheeks brushed. Loathing how it should have been disgust, not pleasure when her breasts pressed against his chest with each shuddered breath she took. He should have felt repulsed when realizing how perfect the closeness of their height was and how easy it would be to connect further.

It’s because of the years of celibacy that she was so sensitive, Hope told herself. Why else would such a monster cause the sensation of pooling hot honey to form in her belly? How, when Geto shifted his weight to press the muscle of his hips against hers, a whimper caught in her throat that pride refused to let out.

It must have been the lack of touch for so long that had her eyes fluttering shut when he nuzzled his nose into her temple. Monsters did not fathom such intimate affection. Monsters would not wrap such large hands around the back of her neck, gripping the corded muscles of her throat in such a dizzying way. She would not lift onto the counter and widen the distance of her thighs for a beast to slot between them so perfectly. Surely, such a creature would not brace his other hand around the center of her back to press further for contact. The sensation of the growl emanating from its lungs shooting to her core.

It was because his nose had become accustomed to the disinfectant spray that he was so sensitive to her smell. Internally berating himself for nuzzling into the hairline above the cook’s ear, lemon verbena, and citrus mixed pleasantly among the uplifting notes of her scent. Geto couldn’t refrain from pressing firmer into her hairline, gulping in deep breaths of Hope’s scent. The grip on the back of her neck tightened further; confirmation of the creature’s ability to still breathe came in how she tried and failed to hold back a second low moan.

His own response vibrated from how feminine hands gripped the thick fabric on his back and along his rib cage. Cursing at the way, soft, long legs dragged upward along the sides of his hips before wrapping around to press him closer. Silk robe falling open from the movement to show matching panties. It was unbelievable how quickly his cock hardened, straining against the white cloth of his momohiki. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, even with the five layers of Buddhist robes between them. How many years had it been since he had touched himself, let alone such a tempting, vile animal?

Hope bit her bottom lip at the delicious pressure against her core. If she hadn’t been so swept up in the moment’s intensity, she might have been embarrassed about the wet spot that could be felt already in her underwear. Skin growing hot as her body craved more contact and friction. The hands that previously gripped his clothes now reached up to thread into the long tendrils of the brutes hair. Fingernails scraped against his scalp before grasping firmly to pull the face away from hiding against her cheek. The strangled gasp he made caused her walls to flutter; what other noises would this monster of a man make?

The site that greeted her was breathtaking: flushed cheeks, eyes wide with shock and pleasure, and an oh-so-tempting pout to kiss. Gone were the fake smiles, disgusted glares, and angry scowls. Now what stood before her was a desperate mess of a man whose cock was so hard it could be felt through the many layers of clothing. She felt relief from the sight before her; a previous worry that he was toying with her was dissipated. No one would be able to deny his desire from how hard he was breathing, his own hands clinging to her like a lifeline.

Suguru was a man who had faced his fair share of dangerous and terrifying situations in his lifetime. He prided himself on keeping calm and making calculated choices during high-stress moments. So panic began to set in when he found moving from this frozen position impossible. The way her hands had gripped his hair, forcing them to hold eye contact, had his cock throbbing. Panic rose higher from the sensation. She kept glancing at his lips; this wasn’t good. Willing his lungs to work and throat to open, a quiet but hoarse word came out. “No.”

It was Hope’s turn to pout. Her legs locked tighter around him. In reality, he could break free from her so easily; the fact that he wasn’t just proved how much his body languished for contact. Her eyes pleaded as she took in his image, memorizing it and burning it into her mind. “Please.” she quietly asked in return. Hips rocked gently against his to help emphasize her ask. All movement paused at hearing an odd sound. Her brow furrowed in question at the noise he made suddenly, his face contorting to one that could be described as painful. Had she hurt him just now?

Geto eyes shut as the sudden climax continued quivering through him. Its shame was felt running down his stomach, legs, and clothing. He refused to look, to see her expression once she realized what had just occurred.

Hope's concern grew as he stayed still and closed off, contrasting how he clung to her a moment ago. The grip in his hair melted into gentle touches on his cheek, cupping his face to see if she could coax him to look at her. Hormones and endorphins craving the intimacy once more. When his eyes still refused to open, she scanned more of him to find the source of the sudden change. That’s when she spotted it; instantly, it all made sense. The relatively sizable wet spot formed on his clothes was proof of what occurred. Warmth spread to her cheeks as sinful thoughts began to race in her mind, the desire for more growing. Biting her bottom lip, she murmured-

“Again.”

His eyes sprung open wide, disbelief shaping the expression. Their eyes met as he processed her expression of hunger. The gentle touch of her hands on his cheek shifted to clasping the side of his face in place. Hips tilted as she pressed her core to where the wet spot lay on him. His mouth was agape in shock at the feeling of being nuzzled along his jawbone, the sensation trailing a line to his ear where a whisper was pressed against its shell. “I want another one, please.” The ask was sweet and sincere, even begging. Words failed him as a hand gently guided his own from the counter across the warmth of a plush thigh to someplace much hotter. A palpation hit his ribcage when feeling thin satin fabric, saturated and slick, shuttering when Hopes’s fingers encouraged his own to press more firmly against the spot. Her resounding whine brought him back from the out-of-body experience.

The overwhelming rage from before shifted into something much more savage and ravenous. Years of repressed urges bled to the surface; sturdy fingers gripped into the base of her hair like a handle to be pulled back from him, the movement forcing her skull to tilt up. It felt impossible to catch any breath as it heaved erratically between the groaning and growls, responding to how desperate legs clung to him. Any previous control had spilled from the pot that now boiled over. Another hand raised to cup her face with the same tenderness she had shown him just moments ago, watching how her eyes repeated their glances to his lips again. Finally, he leaned in.

“Shhh, I know where she hid the cookies from earlier.” Multiple footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer outside the door. Mimiko and Nanako both telling the other to be quiet, annoying the other with each repeated response given back and forth.

Hope and Geto’s eyes widened as the reality of their situation quickly sunk in. Her mouth opened and closed like the koi fish in the pond outside, and before she could say a word, the maniac was gone. Her brain struggled to process his disappearance, the movement inhuman in its speed. The limbs that once were held up against the other body flopped from no longer having something to grip onto. As the kitchen door slowly opened, she scrambled off the counter and ripped open one of the fridge doors to hide her overtly flushed face. Praying that its cold air would help calm down her heart rate. She was panicking as she quickly fixed the front of her silk robe back in its proper place.

Hidden outside the kitchen’s veranda, Geto stood in horror as the events that had just transpired replayed in his mind. Dismay that the truth about who started the whole situation was him. What was worse was that as hard as he tried to feel the disgust he so proudly touted for her kind, he could only feel how hard he was--again. Realization dawned on him of how dangerous the cook was as he shifted Hopes’s title from monkey to succubus.

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Your eyes whispered have we met? - Chapter 4

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Fem!OC

Words: 3,5k

Summary: Hang on tight for a shopping spree courtesy of your very own sugar mommy, aka Taylor (she continues to tease the heck out of you)

Warnings: I guess you could say Taylor is her own warning in this? no smut in this, but Tay really stand on making OC's brain short circuit

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We've already done it in my head

You ended up falling asleep in bed after you ended the call with Taylor and cleaned yourself up. You were so tired you totally forgot to call your older sister, but thankfully when you did end up calling her the next morning she was all too pleased by the impromptu shopping trip and agreed to come along. 

‘’What brought this on? Yes Theo, it’s aunty Charlie. Yes we’ll see her later don’t worry,’’ your sister swore under her breath as you heard her hit something, most likely dropping a toy on her foot. She did a lot of that. ‘’Is it your soulmate? Mom told us she’s rich or something, but if she’s treating us like a charity case no thank you.’’ 

‘’Robin stop being a dick, Taylor’s just trying to be nice,’’ you rolled your eyes as you hear your sister laugh. Clearly you defending your soulmate was the funniest thing she ever heard. ‘’Do not laugh at me! She’s so busy promoting her new album, I think the only thing that makes her feel close to me is gifting me things.’’ 

‘’Oh yeah, I totally saw that, miss ‘Upgrade people, upgrade’ Swift. I was just messing with you.’’  

‘’You’re mean.’’ 

‘’I know, but you love me. See you soon?’’ 

‘’Yes, I think. It’s almost nine, so the limousine should be here any minute. We’ll come by to pick you up in forty minutes I’d say?’’ 

‘’Gosh Charlie you’re so lucky your woman is so whipped for you!’’ 

After you hung up the phone you didn’t waist time and got dressed. You put on your favorite pair of black DrMartens boots (always with anti blisters band aids because fuck them shoes still hurting even after two years of having them), black sweatpants and the hoodie Taylor gifted you. 

Once you were ready you said goodbye to Bailey by giving her lots of kisses on the head, closed the door and went downstairs. It took no more than five minutes for a limousine to enter your field of vision, driving your way just as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. 

@ taylorswift :💜💜💜💜💜💜

@ taylorswift : Good morning love 💜

@charlie_TortieB: Hello to you too Lover ❤️

@ taylorswift : Awww you’re making me blush 👉👈 

@ taylorswift : But anyway, I took the liberty to install the carseats for your nephews, since you didn’t tell me if they were joining you or not. Either way they should not bother you even if you are on your own. 

@charlie_TortieB: No no it’s fine, thank you Gorgeous ❤️ I just crashed so hard last night I forgot to call my sister, but I did this morning and she agreed to come. 

@ taylorswift : Just like you did last night? 😏

@charlie_TortieB: TAYLOR! 

@ taylorswift : CHARLIE! 

@charlie_TortieB: You know what? Fuck off! 

@ taylorswift :Gladly. I’ll even send you pictures if you want 😌

You looked up and managed to smile to the driver when he opened the door of the limousine. Once you got in and told the man where your sister lived you turned your phone back on and saw that Taylor had sent you another message. 

@ taylorswift : Please don’t panic but I asked some of my bodyguards to shadow you for the day. 

@charlie_TortieB: I’m totally not panicking, but why? 

@ taylorswift : Charlie baby I love you but as much as I enjoyed our very public back and forth situation it was bound to attract some attention. I haven’t seen any articles about it yet, but darling you show your face on Instagram. People know you’re my soulmate now, I don’t want to take any risk with you. 

@charlie_TortieB: I didn’t even think about that 😶

@ taylorswift : It’s okay darling, I did it for you 💜 I promise they’ll be very discreet and only intervene if they’re needed. I initially wanted only two of them shadowing you, but since your sisters and nephew were possibly going to join you they didn’t want to take any risks either and three more people volunteered to join the first two. 

@charlie_TortieB: Did they really? 

@ taylorswift : Yes darling. I have very loyal people working for me. And you deserve only the best 💜

You could feel the stars appearing in your eyes as you read her words. What did you even do to deserve someone like Taylor? 

As promised to your sister, you arrived at her house exactly forty minutes after you ended your phone call. She was sitting out front with Theo running around with his soccer ball and little James in his stroller. 

When you got out of the limousine you didn’t have to wait long before your arms were full of a very hyper six year old little boy who was trying his hardest at squeezing the life out of you. 

‘’AUNTY CHARLIE!’’ Theo yelled in your ears, oblivious to the discomfort the volume of his voice brought in the way that all children seemed to be at his age. You still loved him tho. ‘’Mama said we’re going shopping today! What are we buying?’’ 

‘’Well, for me I don’t know, but,’’ you started to say mysteriously, tickling your nephew in the sides as you looked at your sister. ‘’A certain someone told me that my nephews deserve only the best and that little James needed a new stroller. The person told me to tell your mama that she can even choose the most expensive one on the market, her treat.’’ 

‘’Is it aunty Tay Tay?’’ 

‘’Aunty what now?’’ 

‘’Well, mama said that everyone has a soulmate, and that yours is Taylor Swift. You are my aunty, therefore she is my aunty too.’’ 

‘’Big words little man,’’ you ruffled your nephew’s hair, shooting your sister a glare as she whistled innocently and pushed her stroller towards the limousine. ‘’But we are not married Theo, Taylor can’t be your aunt yet.’’ 

‘’Mama said being your soulmate is as good as being your wife. I agree with mama.’’ 

‘’Of course you do little one.’’ 

Twenty minutes later found you, your sister and your nephews parked in front of a fancy looking baby store, and you only realized that you never even asked the driver to go here once you were already out of the limousine. The driver laughed when he saw your confused face. 

‘’Apologies miss Walker, but it was the boss’s orders. She told me to bring you here first things. Oh! I almost forgot,’’ the man reached inside the car’s glove box to retrieve a small white envelope that he promptly gave you. ‘’Miss Taylor told me to give this to you. There is a credit card inside to pay for today’s expenses, as I’m sure she told you. If you need me for anything just come back outside, I’ll be waiting for you. But take your time, we’re in no rush today.’’ 

‘’Shall I give you back the card when we’re done?’’ 

‘’No no no, you keep it. Did miss Taylor not tell you it was yours to keep?’’

You were too stunned to speak, your sister thanking the driver in your place as she took the envelope and dragged you away. She put the object in your hand as she tightened her grip on Theo’s hand, the little boy jumping with excitement at the sight of the baby store. 

@charlie_TortieB: That was very sneaky of you to do Lover ❤️

@ taylorswift : I told you that you were my everything darling 😌

@charlie_TortieB: You’ve also been promoted to aunty Tay Tay, as per my nephew’s words. I hope it’s okay? 

@ taylorswift : Are you kidding? This is more than okay love! I just can’t wait to meet them! 

You smiled down at your phone as you held the door to the store open for your sister and Theo. Little James was wide awake in his stroller and he even gave you a little smile as you went inside the store with him, making your heart instantly melt. This one would have Taylor wrapped around his little fingers one day, you’re sure of it. 

‘’Mama can we go look at some toys?’’ Theo asked as he spied the toy section on his left. ‘’Jamie needs some!’’ 

‘’Are you sure it’s not you who needs toys?’’ Robin asked with a smirk, laughing when your nephew’s face turned red. ‘’Thank you for thinking about your little brother, but you’re allowed to want things too you know? I’m sure aunty Tay Tay would be more than okay with it.’’ 

‘’Don’t you even start with that,’’ you mumbled under your breath, stirring James’ stroller away. You could see the stroller section from where you were, but by the look on Theo’s face they would be stuck in the toys section for quite a while. ‘’I’ll go over there with my little munchkin, he needs a better ride than this!’’ 

‘’Not too expensive Charlie! I know you!’’ 

‘’I can’t promise anything Robin. After all aunty Tay Tay gave me free rein!’’  

‘’You told her about this didn’t you?’’ 

‘’Of course, who do you take me for?’’ 

Theo dragged your sister away before she could talk back to you, and you proceeded to busy yourself with the stroller section. Some of the workers cruising the aisles were not so subtly throwing you looks, a handful of them even less subtly taking pictures of you and you had to roll your eyes at that. 

‘’I’m sorry, my coworkers can be a bit dense sometimes,’’ you heard someone say from your left, making you jump in fright. The worker, a kind looking thirty something year old brown haired guy, laughed at your reaction. ‘’Shoot, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. Do you need some help maybe?’’ 

‘’Yes thank you. This little one needs a new ride,’’ you told the worker, ‘Toby’ as they were called on their name badge. James even showed him his heart shattering smile. ‘’I had my eye on that one over there. Do you maybe have the trio in Caviar in stock?’’ 

‘’Oooh, a fancy ride for a fancy little boy,’’ Toby smiled and wrote something on the tablet he had in hand. ‘’Yes, I believe we have it in stock. Would you like me to bring it out for you to try or is it your final choice?’’ 

‘’It is my final choice. But could you help me assemble it? I know how to build furniture but for some reasons I’m completely garbage when it comes to strollers. And I work at a nursery, can you imagine?’’ 

‘’Girl it’s okay, we all have our daily struggles! I’ll come back in a few with the stroller, do you maybe need something else?’’ 

‘’I think we’re all good for now, thank you!’’ 

Thirty minutes later James was snoozing away in the bassinet of his new stroller, unaware of  his mother’s stunned expression as she saw you coming her way. 

‘’You know, maybe I’ll steal your woman from you if this is what she does every day.’’ 

‘’HEY!’’ 

‘’I’m kidding Charlie! But holy shit, you didn’t have to go all out for a stroller!’’ Your sister instantly looked down on her newborn sleeping like nothing could ever wake him up. She couldn’t help but laugh. ‘’Damn, please give my thanks to your woman. He never slept in the other one!’’ 

‘’I’ll do you one better,’’ you whispered with a grin, slowly pulling out your phone. You took some steps back and quickly took a picture. ‘’I’ll send it to her, she’s gonna love it!’’ 

‘’Why don’t you post it?’’ 

‘’Really? Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?’’ 

‘’Sis, I post my kids too. I don’t care really, go ahead.’’ 

So you did. James was still snoozing away in his bassinet as you posted the picture of him on Instagram. His brand new stroller was in full view, his tiny head turned to the side with a sleepy smile on his face so that it wasn’t that recognizable, except maybe for your family. You grinned as you wrote the caption. 

‘’Thank you for my new ride aunty Tay Tay ❤️ @ taylorswift

       PS: Big brother Theo said that aunty Charlie being your soulmate was the same as being your wife. But you didn’t hear it from me, did you? ‘’ 

You showed your sister the post after you published it on your account. Robin proceeded to smack you at the back of the head as a result. 

‘’Now you’re just looking for trouble,’’ your sister rolled her eyes as you whistled innocently and you all walked to the counter. ‘’If she is anything like I think she is, Taylor is so going to get back at you for this.’’ 

It was only after you payed for the stroller with the credit card Taylor provided you that you checked on your phone. And really, you should know by now that people were going to flood your posts, so why were you even surprised to see thousands of people commenting and liking the picture you published a moment ago just as much as the previous ones? 

You were putting everything away inside the limousine when your phone vibrated again. You checked on your recent post and saw that Taylor had commented. 

taylorswift: Oh my gosh Jamie you look adorable 😍 (ps: tell Theo to inform your aunty Charlie that if she’s a good girl we can revisit the wife situation at a later date 😏)

       charliewalker: Are you being serious right now? 😳

              taylorswift: Darling did I stutter? 

Robin teased you about it the whole way to the mall. Once you arrived at the shopping center the driver, Mark, also promised to wait for you all outside. You felt bad that he had to, so you vowed to yourself that you would buy something for him. Yes it was Taylor’s money, but it’s the thought that counts right? 

‘’Okay so where do you want to go first?’’ Robin asked you as she pushed her new stroller forward. Theo was clinging to her side, looking at all the people walking around with narrowed eyes. Your sister raised an eyebrow as she saw you looking at her in confusion. ‘’Charlie come on! You didn’t think I would let you spend Taylor’s money only on me and the boys, did you? She’s your soulmate, and she told you it was her treat for YOU.’’ 

‘’I don’t know where to go,’’ you admitted as you grabbed your sister’s hand very much like your nephew. ‘’There’s too many people here.’’ 

‘’Tell you what, I’ll choose.’’ 

You were pushed inside a lingerie store before you could comprehend what was happening to you. Robin made sure to hand Theo a snack so that he wouldn’t comment on where you were that much, and then she proceeded to nudge you towards an employee. 

‘’Well hello there, do you need help choosing something?’' The woman, bless her heart, seemed to understand by a single look at your panicked eyes. ‘’It’s okay, there is no shame in asking for a little help. Is it to spice things up with your soulmate over here?’’ 

‘’WHAT THE- NO! Good lord no! That’s my sister!’’ You exclaimed in horror, eyes as wide as saucers just like Robin. You blushed when you felt fellow shoppers’s eyes on you. ‘’I’m sorry for yelling, but oh my god the mental images you just put in my head…’’ 

‘’Unbelievable,’’ Robin whispered under her breath before she approached the worker too. ‘’Hello, I’m Robin, the sister. And to answer for my panicking and useless so gay for her soulmate younger sister, yes. This young one must obtain the goods in order to bewitch her Lady. Will that be possible?’’ 

‘’Of course. Do you know what kind of style you want? Which designs calls to you more?’’ 

‘’Hum…Ahem, I don’t-‘’ 

‘’She’ll take the spiciest lingerie sets you have, make it the most expensive too,’’ Robin pushed you once again into the arms of the employee, a mischievous smile coming to her face as she just watched you get dragged away from her. ‘’The budget is there is no limit to the budget. Her Lady is paying.’’ 

‘’Lord I have seen what you’ve done for others,’’ you heard the worker mumble to herself. She happily led you to a more secluded corner of the store, but not without grabbing some lingerie sets on the way. ‘’Go ahead and see if you like some of them! I personally like that little red lace ensemble, but that’s just me.’’ 

One and a half hour later you were the proud owner of not one, not two, not even three, but thirteen brand new sets of lingerie (Robin had insisted on the number, even going as far as saying that Taylor would approve of the purchase). Your face was stuck in a permanent blush, and it didn’t even go down as you swiped Taylor’s card to pay. 

‘’Thank you for shopping here, we hope you enjoy your purchase and can’t wait to see you back in our store!’’ 

‘’I don’t think the Lady will let my sister go when she sees her in this, but thank you for trying.’’ 

‘’ROBIN!’’ 

‘’…Sheesh! I didn’t know Taylor Swift was such a simp for her soulmate…’’ 

‘’And you don’t even know what they’re telling each other through private messages! Like I think once they’re left alone for a few days my sister won’t be able to walk for a few-humph!’’ 

‘’Too much information Robin, people don’t need to know about that!’’ 

Even outside the store you could still hear the worker laughing at your expense. You could even bet that by the end of the day what your sister revealed about you and Taylor would be all over the internet. Perks of being the soulmate of one of the best singer of all time, right? 

*******

‘’Oh no miss Walker, I couldn’t accept this!’’ 

‘’And I insist!’’ 

‘’I stand my ground! I don’t know what the boss would say!’’ 

‘’Taylor would thank you for taking care of me all day, I can assure you that. Please? You were so nice to us the whole day, it’s the least I can do!’' 

It was now 8pm, you were tired as hell but happy, your sister and nephews already taken home with all of their stuff, and here you were trying to make Mark accept the little gift you had purchased for him. The man was a godsend through the entire day, waiting for you, driving you to another shopping mall when you didn’t find what you were looking for at the first, even suggesting a few stores to try and more. You knew it was his job to drive you around, but you still felt like you had to show how grateful you were. 

That is why you were currently shoving the box of a very expensive watch in his hands. You did check with Taylor that it was okay, after everything you bought today with her money it was only fair, but maybe a seven thousand dollars watch was too much. 

Maybe a little. 

‘’Please? You could ask her, but she will tell you she approved,’’ you smirked as you saw Mark blanch a tiny bit. ‘’So really you would be refusing a gift from your boss. Who does that?’’ 

‘’Alright, fine! But no more miss Walker! My wife will question if i’m really a personal chauffeur if I get home every day with expensive stuff!’’ 

You grinned and waved the man goodbye, quickly entering your building and getting inside the elevator. Your arms were full of shopping bags, two out of the nine being full of Taylor’s cds that you couldn’t help but buy (you didn’t have those particular versions, so it’s okay. Having four copies of ‘Midnights’ was a matter of life or death. The vinyls too). 

It was with arms hurting like hell but with a smile on your face that you finally got to your floor and walked to your door. You immediately froze, seeing a decently sized package right there on your doormat. You bent down and contemplated opening it (you really had no sense of self preservation, because what if that was a bomb?)when you nearly fell on your ass as your phone started vibrating like crazy at the same time that ‘Vigilante Shit’ came from your phone at the highest volume. 

It was Taylor. 

Lover💜 sent you several messages

I hope you had a good day darling 

We’ll talk about your little public stunt on the internet at a later date, but for now you’ll see something waiting for you in front of your door. 

It is a…special gift. 

But do not open it. Not until tomorrow at least…

I’ll FaceTime you when you do.  

Want to see the look on your face when you see what I’ve bought for you. 

What I’ve bought for us.

I can’t wait to use them on you 😏🌶️

Charlie 

TAYLOR! 

Taylor what do you mean? 

Lover💜

Be patient darling. 

If you’re good I will let you use whatever is inside. 

Only if you wait. 

Charlie 

What even is in the package? 

Lover💜

You’ll know only if you’re a good girl for me darling. 

You took some much needed breath. The things that woman did to you only using her words…

a/n: y'all aren't ready for the next chapter (it's very much spicy and nsfw, do not show it to your grandmas they'll die of a heart attack)

Chapter 5

[lnvzim]

NEW REF 4 MY FUCKJNGF MINISTRY OF JOY OC, SPOONS (again) 💉🤖

OKAYAAAYY OK I KNOW IM SORRY HES HAD LIKE 6 REDESIGNS IN THE PAST WEEK BUT THIS THE REAL ONE. I PROMISE

i forgot 2 add to his notes that his robot limbs can stretch. similar to like. Spinel from SU or something

annnyyyywho here’s a wee “lore” ? dump thingy, copy and pasted from my tik tok lol:

alr yea so Spoons the technician / mechanics guy for the Ministry of Joy. he started off as a smiling advocate like most people but he fucking sucked at it & tbh he’s fucking annoying so after a whole they decided to js lock him in the electrical room and he’s kind of just lived there since. he lives in the ceiling now. he’ll pop his head down from the ceiling tiles every now and then to say hello :)

he’s actually not fully marmalised, his brain is so fried beyond belief from the amount of times he’s accidentally electrocuted himself that half the marmalisation components don’t work on him 😭 anyways so now he’s always got this really fucked up akward smile on his face. like the face someone makes when they’re trying not to laugh lol.

[lanterns-and-lightmares]

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Cait (She/Her)

The heck do I put here? Hi, you can call me Cait, I’m the host of this chaotic little bundle!

Doppo Kunikida (He/Him) 📓

Hello, my name is Doppo Kunikida. I do not like Gen A slang or general obnoxiousness. It’s nice to meet you.

Lullaby (She/her) 😴

Hi, I’m Lullaby, a brain-made willogenic headmate! I really like snow, sleeping, plushies, things like those. I don’t front a lot.

Kenji Miyazawa (He/him) 🐮

Hi! I’m Kenji from BSD, I like animals and farming and music and theater and stuff like that!

Alastor (He/Him) 😁

Greetings! My name is Alastor and I’m from some old Hazbin Hotel roleplay on Fandom (as in, from before the show even aired)! It’s very nice to meet you!

Kazuo (He/Him) 🐱

Hi!!! I’m Kazuo! I’m an OC, I’m also Kenji’s best friend! It’s nice to meet you! I really like cats, the big city, music, theater, stuff like that!

Joker (He/him) ☮️

Joker is from a story I (host) used to be a part of. He doesn’t front a lot, but he’s a really sweet guy.

Mikado (He/him) 🔌

Oh, hello. I’m Mikado Sannoji. Please don’t judge me by my actions in source. I’m from an incomplete comic host was making called Danganronpa: Infinite Encore.

Engel (He/him) 📝

Hey, I’m Engel! My source is Fundamental Paper Education. It’s nice to meet you.

Winnie (He/him) ❄️

Heyyy, I’m Winnie from Cold Front! I really like music and general happiness.

Augustine (He/him) 🔥

Hey, I’m from Cold Front. Winnie and I are best partners. It’s nice to meet you.

Light (He/they) 💡

Heyyy, I’m a super canon-divergent Omori fictive!

Harrison Finn Tailor (He/him) 🎧

I bet nobody knows my source… haha, anyway! You can call me Harry. I’m from essentially how my host would have written Inescapable: No rules no rescue. It’s a pleasure!

Orion (She/her) 💜

Hello, I’m Orion. I am Brainmade. I do not talk a lot. Not a lot of us do.

Rambley (He/him) 🦝

Hiiiii! I’m Rambley from Indigo Park! I love making new friends! I have no idea what else to put here!

Nicole (She/her) 🧩

Sup I’m from class of 09 and I’m our resident “evil alter”, I like ruining my headmate’s lives in Oregon Trail and teasing them about shit.

Mori 🎆

Hello! My name is Ougai Mori. My pronouns are he/him. I enjoy interacting with others, especially sourcemates. My best friend is Yukichi, also from the Falling Stars. I can be a bit of a jittery mess. I do want to be a good parent figure, although I’m not sure how good I actually am. :)

Fukuzawa (He/him) 🐈

Hello, I’m Yukichi Fukuzawa. I don’t know what to put here, but, er, I like cats. Ougai and I are actually not from canon Bungo Stray Dogs, but since our source does not technically exist, canon BSD will work for sourcemates.

Fedya 🪄

AUtive from the fanfic “Damned Angels”, or at least the plans for it. Also known as Fyodor. He/him. Middle (15 years old). Please feel free to talk to me about my source.

Kolya (he/him) ♠️

Hiiii, I’m Kolya! I share a source with Fedya. I really like Quidditch and flying in general! I have a pet owl named Three-Of-Hearts. What else should I put here?

Soren (he/him) 🦡

Hello, pleasure to meet you. I’m Soren, the host’s Hogwarts Legacy protagonist. I’m a Hufflepuff. I really enjoy exploring the world around me.

Gold (he/it) 🪙

Hey there, I’m a gold watcher! I don’t know what else to put here! But it’s nice to meet you!

Niko (he/him) 🖲️

👋 I’m Niko! My source is Nanbaka! I don’t know what else to put here!

Vanitas (he/him) 📖

Hey there, my name is Vanitas. I’m a vampire doctor, I guess? I don’t know what to put here. But it’s good to be here, even though I sometimes wanna go home.

Phineas “Finny” Thatch (he/him) 🛡️

Hey there, I’m Phineas Thatch, former member of the trust. Nice to meet you.

Rui Kamishiro (he/him) 🎵

Hello there, my name is Rui, my source is PJSK! It’s a pleasure to meet you!

Giorgio (He/him) 🔎

Hey, I’m Giorgio! I’m from Ace Romanc— Just kidding! My source is The Art Of Murder!

Seishi Yokomizo (He/him) 📚

Hey, I’m Yokomizo! I’m from a BSD-crossover fanfic thing host is writing!

Mushitaro Oguri (He/him) 🔑

Hi. I’m Mushitaro. I share a source with Yokomizo.

Ranpo Edogawa (He/him) 🕵️

Heyyy, I’m Ranpo, I share a source with the two idiots (/aff) above me!

Edgar Allan Poe (He/him) 🐦‍⬛

Hello, I’m Poe, I share a source with Mushitaro, Ranpo, and Yokomizo.

Noé Archiviste (He/him) 🥧

Hey! I’m Noé, nice to meet you! I hope we’ll get along! I’m from VNC, by the way.

Montgomery Gator (He/it) ⛳️

Hey, there! I’m Montgomery Gator, from FNAF Security Breach! And I have no idea what else to put here so that’s all you’re getting!

Dave Miller (He/him) 🐰

Hello, I’m from Dayshift at Freddy’s! For the record I am sorry about what I did in games 1 and 2 of my source. Anyways hiiii!

Johann (He/him) 💕

Why, hello! My name is Johann, from VNC! Great to be here!

(RP Blogs under the cut)

RP BLOGS

@no-longer-crabfries - Osamu Dazai (BSD)

@fuck-it-go-my-fyodor-rp-blog and @the-archangel-rat - Alternate Fyodor Dostoyevsky(s) (BSD)

@port-mafias-attack-dog - Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (BSD)

@notag0vagent - Ango Sakaguchi (BSD)

@karma-port-mafia - Karma (BSD)

@egg-with-shell - Tecchou Suehiro (BSD)

@hermit-hacker - Katai Tayama (BSD)

@twains-digital-adventure-diary - Mark Twain (BSD)

@dave-round-the-clock - Not entirely RP, but Dave Miller (DSAF)

@ask-dr-angel - Noah Olsen (Protagonist of my Poppy Playtime fanfic)

@raven-not-crow - Poe (Poppy Playtime, technically the same fanfic as Noah, not actually a canon character)

@adamcriticizes - Adam (Hazbin Hotel, of the Self Aware AU variety)

[lilarus]

Hi, hello, long time no post. It is sujamma sundas (don't look at my timezone it's hopefully still sunday somewhere)

I was tagged by the wonderful @pinessydr @madam-whim and @kiir-do-faal-rahhe. And I would like to tag @firebastardextraordinaire @liches-covered-in-lich and @keleravna

(btw @pinessydr i'm stealing that boarder that you used <3)

Topic: This week, Sujamma wants to know about YOUR OC's special someone. What makes their relationship special? How did they meet? Were they enemies to lovers? Lovers to enemies? Lovers AND Enemies? Are they romantic or platonic? What's their favorite way to cuddle? Favorite date night? Anything and everything you can think of 💕

It is time for me to 🗣️ yap🗣️ about Sirestia and Miraak

(I apologize in advance. I have *a lot* to say about them)

So to start off, Sirestia's age is honestly up for debate but it's because they initially met the creature that would become my Miraak at least a millennia before Miraak came to be. He was first a dragon, not a particularly kind one, but extremely curious about the near-dead pale elf his *zuwuth zeymah* had brought in. His name? Lost to time, or so Sirestia might tell you, but they know it. He'd goad them into striking him, critique their form and lack of strength, forge them into more of a fine-tuned weapon than the wild cat-like mess they had been.

But, suddenly, his form crumpled under the weight of a soul not fit for his body. And from here on he returned to Sirestia as new people, never quite knowing it was them, but knowing he needed to be with them. These people came in all shapes and sizes, genders both heard of and not, but the one thing that remained the same was the love they all had for Sirestia.

So a millennia or so passes in the Merethic Era and so too do all the various forms of the being that will become Miraak. And along comes a young Atmoran man, he's quite striking with his light brown curls and jewel-like green eyes. Ahzidal brings him forth, to replace one of the recently deceased *sonaak*, saying that this young man has been training under him for the last decade. As trialer, Sirestia creates tasks and competitions for him and many others to complete. Meanwhile, as they are also the Master Forger, the one who makes the masks for the cult, they work in their forge. And who should stumble upon their forge, into a place *no one* is to step foot lest they lose their head? Of course, it is this young Atmoran man. But, they let him, no one dares to enter, so to do so is curious and daring. What idiot thinks they can bluff their way out of this kind of thing?

The young man takes a seat and watches them work, entranced, and fixated on their form. He wonders how they never break a sweat in the forge room in spite of the overwhelming heat. His everything follows them as the walk to a bucket and- oh they pour it over themself...oh my...is it hotter in here now or is it just them?

Sirestia teases him constantly after this, noticing certain *parts* of him respond *interestingly* when they move a certain way or do a certain thing. This poor man loses *so much* bloodflow to his brain it's astounding, and endearing. But they told themself they wouldn't do anything with him until they knew he was actually going to survive the trials. And they tell him this too, should he live then maybe he'd have a chance. They notice his actions become more strategic and thoughtful in the arena and quests. At this point, he still hasn't realized that they're the one making him do all this. He makes it through with flying colors, and is bestowed the name Miraak, courtesy of Sirestia, though he does not receive his mask just yet.

Sirestia has him meet them at their forge and presents him his mask in a more intimate fashion. They remove his face covering, as all who are to become higher ranking *sonaak* wear, and place upon his face the mask Miraak. Before he takes the mask off, he requests they learn his name, that it's memory not be forgotten to his future as Miraak, and this is where the learn his true name is *Felriin*.

[[i've like already rambled long enough about these two so like, after this they makeout sloppy styles and fuck for like idk a couple days. miraak probably nearly dies like 3 or 4 times bc he's like wrung that fucking dry]]

They're together for 10 years before the doomed day. It is a standard day, Sirestia makes their rounds in Monahven, hears that Miraak had an audience with their father, thinks it strange then thinks nothing of it. Instead, they have other plans, things not yet set in motion for the two of them looking ahead. Perhaps adopting a child or two, maybe they'll actually get married, something that ties them to each other in another way than they already have. None of these things will happen for another 4 millennia as it turns out!

Miraak calls them to a peculiar place, they don't often go to this wing as it is more for storage, or dealing with *other* things. He tells them he loves them, and suddenly they are grabbed and thrown into a pocket dimension. They reach for him, not understanding. Miraak does not turn around.

So like time passes excruciatingly for Sirestia within the pocket dimension until they are let out at the start of the Fourth Era. And they deal with the not-even-break-up-like-wtf-was-that as well as one might imagine: by throwing themself into wars and decimating their "enemies." They don't think about him or how it hurt or anything for 200 years! Until Haev, *laat dovahkiin* demands they go to Solstheim for reasons unknown to Sirestia. And, surprise surprise, they *don't* want to go, but what can one tell *laat dovahkiin* that won't end up as something for them to complain about? So they go and this is the start of Sires fic 1 :D

Their relationship post-4E201-Solstheim starts off pretty rocky but they eventually can't help themselves. Miraak sees what their future could have been when he watches them with their children. And he tries his best to work in with what they have. Sirestia doesn't need him, and initially doesn't want him, but they can't help but see the way he's changing and what can they say? They missed him.

It isn't long before they get together again and by the gods if it ain't the sweetest gods damned thing you ever saw. And things are good--great even! Until a few months before Haev and Miraak are to set out to defeat Alduin.... Miraak startss acting a little strange, like he's saying things twice but only ever mentioned things once. And at first he's apologetic, he's sincerely sorry for it. But then he starts to get annoyed, it's like he doesn't understand what they're thinking. So they drift apart and cracks begin to form. Had they addressed the problems from all those years ago? No... It hadn't occured to them to do so. It was in the past and they were in the present, so why...?

So (bomb dropping) they don't tell him that once Alduin is defeated, they'll most likely die, as their tether to nirn is Alduin, his magic sustains them, keeps them from ever dying. And so, without him, they would more than likely be pulled into whatever void awaited them, as a creature like they are doesn't get an afterlife.

Sires fic 1 ends after Alduin's defeat.

To, uh, end this ramble...

Sires and Miraak's favorite way to cuddle is with one of them on top of the other. Doesn't matter who is on top, they both love to rest their heads on the other's chest to listen to the heart(s). Their next favorite would but so entwined you could barely tell where one ends and the other begins.

Their favorite date night... I would say it would be the night where Miraak takes Sirestia out so the side of the lake and everything is softly lit with candles, there is a picnic blanket with food and drinks. Miraak's tail is twitching because he's so nervous about the reception and Sirestia's reaction. Meanwhile, Sires is so happily shocked. They have their first kiss (after all that time apart in their respective holes in Oblivion). It's very sweet time 🤲

[smoooothoperator]

What A Shame

Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)

Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts

a/n: hello everyone!!!! this is my new story. If you want to be tagged you can send me a message or reblog it, just letting me know and you'll be tagged on the next parts

✨completed✨

The twenties. The perfect age. Around 22 is when you graduate from the university, at 24 find a house, find a relationship, and if you are lucky enough, the late twenties is the age of getting engaged with the love of your life. How sweet.

But not everyone has that luck. Sure, you can have great degrees and a nice group of friends, even an apartment with a proper job. But finding love? Not everyone is made for that, not everyone is lucky to find love, so you stick to be the forever single of the group.

I used to joke saying that movie line on every speech I gave for my friends: Juliette, always the maid of honor but never the bride.

I could be that. I could be a bride, a happy girlfriend, a proud wife. But when someone breaks your heart and shatters it to make it impossible to stick it all together you get used to be alone, to not trust, to be cold and distant. Sure, hook ups, one night stands and flirting exist, I can have fun with a man and make them want me, play along maybe. But I never had the guts to take a step, I never wanted to trust them.

All those years being alone were like the perfect opportunity to my friends to ask me if I wanted to be their maid of honor, watching how they married the love of their lives, being happy together. All those years swallowing the pain and the tears while looking at them promise eternal love while exchanging their rings, remembering the empty promises and the "what if" he always said, picturing us on them.

It hurts.

But it hurts the most when, after all those years, the reason of my pain comes back and the memories punch your brain and heart.

01: Red

02: Love Story

03: Don't Blame Me

04: Human

05: The Winner Takes It All

06: A Thousand Years

07: Sad Beautiful Tragic

08: Lover

Epilogue

Drabbles

The proposal

The wedding

[beanzwrites]

୨⎯ "𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭" ⎯୧

✎ Made: March 17th, 2024

🎙️Hello, I'm Beanz! I'm a writer with a busy brain! I daydream a lot, and I'll most likely write those daydreams into stories! All my fanfictions on this page are gender-neutral unless stated otherwise!

If you also like fanfiction unrelated to x reader, please consider checking out my other works on here too! I also post about my ocs and projects I'm working on! I'm hoping to start being more consistent, so stay tuned! 📻

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〣Upcoming Pieces〣

The Stag and The Heron (Human! Alastor x Reader): Chapter Two

TeyU (A Genshin College Au)

〣Ongoing Pieces〣

The Stag and The Heron (Human! Alastor x Reader):

(Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential.

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What I like:

⤷Supernatural

⤷Genshin Impact

⤷Resident Evil

⤷Creepypasta

⤷Hazbin Hotel

⤷Baldur's Gate 3

Here's what I can do:

⤷Fluff & Angst

⤷Platonic & Romance

⤷Child Reader/Teen Reader

⤷Gender Neutral Reader/Female Reader

⤷Head cannons & Blurbs

Requests are open!(0/3)✅

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〣Genshin Masterlist〣

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❛Miscellaneous Oneshots❜

Chris McLean x Reader

“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader: You and Chris used to be a thing, and despite the hurt he caused you; work is work. You aren't going to hide away just because of him.

Chris being a man baby head cannons

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“Nice to meet you, Thomas” - Leatherface x Female! Reader: An AU where the Hewitt's are a normal family working in their worn down-town for a living. The reader's family moves in next store, wanting a new life for themselves and be friendly with the neighbors.

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Present Silence - Clockwork x Reader: Clockwork visits an old friend and is reminded of her past.

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The Comfort of a Partner - Leon Kennedy (Infinite Darkness) x Reader: Leon's partner subtly comforts him in the only way they know how.

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Humble Til Death - Ascended Astarion x Vampire! Reader: The war between vampires and humans has begun, and every duke and spawn a like look to the Vampire Ascendant to help in battle. As they discuss what needs to be transpired, a stranger outcasted by both sides joins the discussion with a humble approach, which catches Lord Ancunin's attention.

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Party For One - Vox x Idol! Reader: (Y/n) was once an overlord, dominating the music industry with their talent and the souls they captured along the way. Then Vox came into their life and stole their heart with his big dreams. Everything was great for the lovers at first, then Vox wanted to team up with other overlords for more power. Vox became obsessed over his work, and with also looking out for the other Vee's, (Y/n) begins to realize that maybe they were never part of Vox's plans. They decide that it is time to start again and leave Vox behind.

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❛Miscellaneous Series❜

The Stag & The Heron: Human! Alastor x Reader

Prologue - (Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential. Chapter One - Alastor offers (Y/n) a job, and though they are hesitant, they accept.

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❛Y/n Meets Resident Evil❜

Chris Redfield: Himbo Friend Edition Jill Valentine: Wife Edition Albert Wesker: Dad- OH

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Last Updated: May 7th, 2024 ✎

[rmstitanics]

List 5 topics you could talk about for an hour without preparing any material.

With Malice Toward None: a Musical of Abraham Lincoln and the Civil War. I’ve been developing this musical since summer 2020. With Malice Toward None focuses on exploring the mental health struggles that Lincoln experienced during his presidency. The musical is narrated by Robert Todd Lincoln, who recalls the storyline’s events with complete omniscience while at the 1922 Lincoln Memorial dedication. Relevant themes for the show include mental health, public history, teams that become brotherhoods, compassion, the stages of grief, leadership, and a bunch of other concepts that I’ll probably end up yapping about on here at some point. Orchestrally, the show can be described as “if Les Misérables, Hello Dolly, and Evita decided to have a threesome in my brain”.

all of my original characters. seriously. I have SO MANY OF THEM that I’ve developed over the years, mostly for historical fiction. 😭 the ones that are living rent free in my head the most right now are Anastasia Andrews-Ismay (the human personification of the Titanic), Lieutenant General Ethan Clay, and Dr. Constance Pierpont Morgan. Honorable mention goes to my Star Wars OC Shi’al Valorum 💅 if any of these muses seem familiar to you then we’ve probably either been in a discord server together or you’ve somehow stumbled across one of my roleplay blogs.

the rms titanic. literally EVERYTHING about this ship and her sinking is my Roman Empire. I’m particularly fond of yapping about Captain Smith, Thomas Andrews, Wallace Hartley, William Pirrie, J.P. Morgan, or any of the officers — but if you get me talking about the vilification of Bruce Ismay by the sensationalist yellow press in the aftermath of the sinking, then I WILL NEVER SHUT UP.

star wars. my first exposure to the Star Wars franchise was when I was a sophomore in high school and I got to see a screening of A New Hope where the soundtrack was played by a live orchestra. suffice to say, this altered my brain chemistry and I’ve never been the same since. I’m a Prequels girlie and Jedi apologist to my CORE; my favorite characters are probably Yoda, Dooku, Mace Windu, and Bail Organa.

film and tv soundtracks. …the fact that I once did a TWENTY FIVE MINUTE LONG presentation on the film score for Titanic (1997) should tell you everything that you need to know about this silly fixation of mine.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: ghost hunting, tarot cards, classical music, Taylor Swift, creative liberties taken by Lin Manuel Miranda for Hamilton, historical fiction as a genre in an era where media literacy is on the decline, Antebellum America, the Great Triumvirate (Henry Clay, John Calhoun, Daniel Webster), the Lost Cause of the Confederacy, and public history.

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