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[seeingivy]

mine 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which you decide to fake date your coworker, to get your parents off your back for a few months. can you continue on when the two of you start blurring lines between fake and real?

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

- 

“You’re going to fake date your boss?” 

You smack Itadori across the back of his head, signaling him to talk quieter. 

“You’re going to fake date your boss?” he asks, whispering this time. 

“He’s not my boss, he’s just a coworker.” 

“You’re going to fake date your coworker?” 

You nod, reaching over to finish the leftover pancakes on Itadori’s plate. The three of them narrow their eyes at you, matching disapproving looks on all of their faces. You swear they practice it together when you’re not there. 

“You’re in over your head. This isn’t going to fix your problem.” says Nobara, picking the strawberries off Megumi’s plate, much to his dismay. 

“But, it is. My parents will lay off my back for a little bit, actually let me finish this clerkship without criticizing me every ten minutes. He gives them something to brag about in their circles, actually taking their focus off of pestering me.” 

“You know they’ll just take to criticizing him instead of actually laying off of you. Be practical, Y/N” says Megumi.

“Plus, how do you know he’ll even do it?” 

“Excellent question, Itadori. He needs a fake girlfriend just as much as I need a fake boyfriend. His parents won’t let him take over the firm if he doesn’t find a good match to perfect their company image. He said an aspiring lawyer matched the image, so it all works out.” you respond, finishing off the last of Itadori’s food. 

“You already asked him? And he agreed?” 

You nod in response, pulling out the contract you and Satoru had drafted earlier. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. No romantic or sexual interactions with other people during the duration of the contract? No showing your face to the public unless both parties are present. Attendance at all firm related balls, galas, conferences. No telling other people. ” 

“Contingency plans, Kugisaki. It helps make sure we both stick to our deal.” 

“You just broke a rule.” deadpans Megumi. 

“You guys don't count.” 

Megumi and Nobara roll their eyes at you, with Itadori wishing you sincere luck in your endeavors. 

-  

You look around the room, craning to find where Satoru had run off to. He had left you at the bar, promising that he would return after he went to the bathroom.  You already know he’s having diarrhea from that cheesecake he ate earlier. 

You and Satoru had been fake dating for a month and a half now. Just as you predicted, your parents had gotten off your back, taking to their social circles to brag about how you were dating the son and future successor of one of the most esteemed law firms in all of Tokyo. As for Satoru’s parents, they had eased up on their criticism of him, Satoru swearing they’ll give him a real promotion any day now. You were a positive influence, they were beginning to trust him more. Your role at the firm was expanding as well, being assigned bigger projects and cases to work with as time went on. 

As for the two of you, you guys were getting closer. After spending virtually every day together - driving to work together, eating lunch at the block nearby, going on dates at night - the two of you had grown close. Too close for your liking. 

He was funny, unlike any other guy you had met in the past. While he seemed pretentious and immature when you first met him, you were pleasantly surprised to find out he was anything but. He was caring, compassionate, loving. You were convinced he was an angel in disguise, because no normal person could live and laugh that much. 

The truth is he was growing on you. More than growing on you, you felt the presence of him being cemented into your routines, unable to go on without him. You couldn’t go to Mochicat without buying some kikufuku for him, you couldn’t go to the store without him there to reach the high shelves for you, you couldn’t go to sleep at night if he didn’t send his “goodnight beautiful fake gf :D. have a sex dream about me” text. 

You feel a cold hand on the shoulder, your heart pounding at Satoru’s return. 

“‘Toru, you’re back. I was wond-” 

You turn to face him and realize you aren’t talking to Satoru but to Surugu, your beloved ex-boyfriend. He’s all dressed up, his hair grown out and secured into a bun at the top of his head. You put a step between the two of you, his hand falling from his place on your shoulder. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Come on, babe. Is that anyway to treat your old friends?” 

“We aren’t friends, Suguru.” 

“Don’t make a scene. Let’s share a drink. Old times sake.” 

You glare at him, not backing down from where you were standing. You can feel an uneasy pit forming in your stomach, the sight of him bringing on a wave of nausea. Where’s Satoru when you need him? 

You and Suguru dated for three years, almost four years ago now. The two of you had started off as friends, both attending university in the states, with Suguru in medical school while you were at law school. 

The two of you had become close very fast, becoming closer than most friends were. You later found out there was a term for what he was doing, very cleverly named “lovebombing.” You spent almost everyday together and when you weren’t together, you were texting, calling, facetiming each other. He swore he couldn’t go a second without you. 

Eventually, the two of you started dating, your friendship leading into a relationship between the two of you. You had opened up to him, telling him things you hadn’t told other people before. You swore you were in love with him, feeling like he was the only person you could be yourself with. You gave yourself to him, letting him into every little part of you. 

Things changed when he moved to California to do his residency. The two of you did long distance for four months, until you realized he was no longer interested in you. After confronting him, he mentioned that his new girlfriend, Sophia, made him happy, in a way that you didn’t. You had no idea he had a new girlfriend. You didn’t even know that you had broken up. 

He said he was unsure of how to break up with you, he thought you understood the situation when he left. Despite this, the two of you continued to talk for a year after that, Suguru saying that you would always be his best friend, someone who could never be replaced in his life. He would come back to New York on holidays, the two of you spending the week together. 

You could have sworn he still loved you, deep down. Every time he came to see you, he’d hold you in his arms, kiss you like nothing had changed, made love to you like you were the only one. However, he’d return to Sophia at the end of the week, eventually saying your relationship with him made her uncomfortable, cutting any ties you had left. The two of you never spoke again. 

Until now. 

“I can’t. I have a boyfriend.” 

“So I’ve heard. Sleeping your way to the top suits you well.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I heard you got the Initech Case the other week. Quite a big case to give a junior associate. Do you really think they would have given that to you if you weren’t sucking junior Gojo’s dick? Though I suppose it’s no shock. You always did have trouble getting things on your own.” 

You feel your blood rushing through your ears, clenching the wine glass in your hand so hard it shatters. The sound of the glass has everyone turning their heads, to find you fighting back your tears with a bloody hand. 

You spot Satoru at the door with a concerned look plastered on his face. You can see him maneuvering through the people, trying his fastest to reach you. Before he can, you run to the closest door, moving up the stairs to exit to the balcony. 

- 

You pull up the side of your dress, placing your aching feet into the cold water of the pool. Your hand had stopped bleeding a little while ago, the red still smeared down the length of your arm. You use your uninjured hand to make ripples in the pool, the water moving through your fingertips. 

“Oh, thank god. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

You turn to find Satoru, unlacing his dress shoes and taking off his socks next to you. He sits at your side, placing his feet in the water. You feel him looking at you in your peripheral vision, but you refuse to meet his eye. 

“Sorry. Needed a second.” you respond. 

You feel his hand on the side of your cheek, lightly lifting your face up to look at him. You look up at his blue eyes, filled with concern, and can feel the tears you willed down rising up again. You see his expression tighten at the sight of your tears, it finally pushing you over the edge and bringing your tears on in full flesh. 

You feel his arms wrap around you, your face tucked into his neck as he rubs small circles into your back. You can feel him whispering into your ear, shushing you as you sob against him. After a few minutes, your tears subside, your breath still shaking against him. 

“What happened, bug? You’re breaking my heart here.” 

“Did you give me the Initech Case just because I’m dating you?” 

You see his eyes widening, a frown setting on his face. 

“What? Of course not. You got the Initech Case because you’re best suited for the case. I didn’t even have a say in that decision” 

You rub the back of your head against your nose, rubbing the excess tears off the side of your face. 

“Do you think Yaga gave it to me because I’m dating you?” 

“Bug, what is the Initech Case about? 

“Abuse of power dynamics. Hana’s suing her boss, Daiki, for taking advantage of his position to make advances on her.” you respond. 

“Right. Hana requested female counsel, specifically. She wanted to make sure she had someone who wouldn’t talk over her. But, Shoko’s still on leave till next month. You’re the only other girl at the firm.” 

You’re quiet, turning back to face the water. You guess you were the only one who could do that case. But you can still hear Suguru in the back of your head, every horrible thing he said and did to you flooding your mind. 

You feel his arm snake around you, his temple resting around yours. He stares down at the water with you, your reflections staring back at the both of you. 

“Work with me here, bug. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

You swallow hard, his blue eyes glimmering in the reflection of the water. His arm is warm, the polar opposite of Suguru’s frozen hands. You decide to jump. 

“I’m tired of things not being mine.” you whisper, heart pounding. 

You feel his hand reach the side of your face, brushing your hair behind your ear.  

“When I got into college, my parents took the credit, saying I wouldn’t have gotten there if they hadn’t tutored me and used their connections to get me there in the first place. When I got into law school, the boss I used to intern for asked me for a ‘well deserved kiss’, saying I wouldn’t have gotten in if he didn’t write me the letter he sent them. When Suguru left me, he said he was better suited to Sophia, because she owned him the second he met her. And now, I land a big case, work at an impressive law firm, but I only got here because I’m dating you. I just want something to be mine.” you say, your head in your hands. 

He’s quiet, his hand still brushing across the side of your hair. The two of you sit there in silence for a while, Satoru pondering over your words. 

“In grade school, my first friend, Saiki, told me that he had only let me play with him because my parents had asked him to before we walked into class. In high school, I created a non-profit with my friend, meant to help incarcerated people find resources that would help them land jobs after being freed. When the non-profit took off, he took all the credit, stating that all I did was finance the project, when it was actually my idea. When I decided to work at the firm and become a lawyer, people turned down any interest I showed at other companies - they knew I was going to end up at my dad’s firm anyways. Nothing I ever do is mine either.” 

You turn to him, looking into his eyes. 

“But it doesn’t matter.” 

“What?” 

“They’re going to say that about me regardless, bug. But does that really change what’s happening? Saiki will still be my friend, and play tag with me on the field. I still came up with that idea and my non-profit still helps people, even if my name isn’t on it. And I’ll still be a kick-ass lawyer, even if it’s at my parent’s firm.” 

You soak in his words, letting the thoughts cross through your mind. 

“I would still like to have some things to myself, Satoru. Things that are just mine.” 

“And you do. Those godforsaken friends of yours, especially that grump little weirdo, that ugly ass cat, that disgusting green hoodie you own-

“Hey.” 

“And me, of course. Those things are just yours.” 

You smile at him for including himself in the list. You interlock your fingers with his, forgetting about the blood smeared all over your hand. He looks down, opening up your hand to tracing his fingers along the cut. He lifts your hand up, pressing his lips against the cut. You feel your skin burn at the contact, his soft lips brushing against your hand. 

“Did you just try to kiss it better, Satoru?” you ask, feeling breathless all of a sudden. 

“Did it work?” 

“No.” 

You look up at him, a smile plastered on his face. You swear your hand is shaking in his hold. He rolls his eyes, bringing his arms closer to yours, holding your face in his hands. The tips of his fingers brush through the sides of your hair, as he leans forward, his lips pressing a kiss on yours. 

Every other kiss you had shared had been in the presence of other people, attempting to make your faux relationship look more realistic. But this was something else. The kiss was soft, slow, nothing like the rushed pecks the two of you had shared before. His lips are soft, warm. You swear you can taste the dessert he was eating earlier, his lips sweet. You can feel his hands lowering to rest around your neck, a smile forming on his mouth. He breaks apart, your face still in his hands. 

“Did it work now?” 

“Maybe.” 

He laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

- 

“You were flirting with her! In front of me, Satoru. And then you left me there at the table, sitting alone.” 

“No, I wasn’t. She was just going to introduce me to her dad,” 

“Why do you suppose that means? What else was she supposed to think when you told her you liked that dress and that you would love to be a part of the family?” 

“It was a compliment! And you know what I meant, we’re trying to secure a deal with them.” 

“So you admit it? You were trying to lay the moves on her as a business tactic.” 

“Oh my god, Y/N. So what if I was? It helps the company if they share their cases with us.” 

“And what about me?” 

“What about you? You know your parents would love it if you got some big case with Soyin Paradigm.” 

You pause, realizing you and Satoru aren’t arguing about the same thing. You knew the lines had been blurring recently, ever since the night you had spent at the pool and every date afterwards, but you never realized how far apart the two of you were standing. He was still focused on the promotion, the cases he could get. He didn’t care about you. You turn your back to him, running out the door and down the stairs to the street. 

You hear him behind you, calling out your name to come back. You make it halfway across the street before he catches up, him blocking you from walking any further. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

You pinch yourself for what you’re about to say next, bracing yourself for the goodbye. 

“I think we’ve both fulfilled the terms of our contract. Your parents trust you and gave you a bigger role at the company like you said they would. My parents have enough to brag about for a few years. I think we should call it quits.” 

You stare up at him, his eyes boring into yours. 

“No.” 

“What?” 

“Why are you running away from me? What did I say?” he says, his grip on hands intensing. 

“Nothing. This day was bound to come anyways, Satoru. We couldn’t go on like this forever.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s fake, Satoru. I mean hell, you’re still flirting with other girls for goodness sake. You don’t even like me.” 

You see anger flash in his eyes, his hands moving up to your shoulders. 

“I don’t like you?” 

“Yes, Satoru. You don’t.” 

“Do you remember that night, when we sat by the water? I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since then. Every time I look at you it’s like the first time. Your stupid jokes, your ugly ass cat, the smile you only save for me, you’re literally everywhere. I tried to get the thought of you out of my mind, but I can’t. I can’t find a thing not to love about you.” 

You feel your mouth dry at his words. He can’t find a thing not to love about you. He loves you. 

“Come on, now. You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine, bug.” 

You feel your heart glowing at his words. You grab him by the collar, pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips. You feel him smile against your lips once again, his arms snaking around your waist. The two of you kiss - soft, sweet, slow - your hearts beating together. He tastes sweet, the taste of the strawberry mochi he had after dinner still lingering on his lips. You break apart, your cheeks tinted pink. 

He smiles at you, running his finger across your lips. You lock your hand with his, the two of you making your way back to the apartment you had just ran out of. 

“You wanna know something embarrassing?”

“Hm?” 

“You have a crush on me, bug.” he says, smirking down at you.

“Okay?”

“That’s embarrassing. You have the hots for me” 

You roll your eyes, shutting the door of your apartment behind the two of you. 

- 

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[gallusrostromegalus]

I love everything you are doing with Orihime, if it's not too much troble, I wanted to hear more of what she does when she get kidnapped. Also did Rukia try anything when she got sentenced to death for bulshit crimes? It's been forever since I read the manga, so I don't remember what rukia was feeling exactly during this time, if she accepted the whole thing bc she has spent way too much time in the soul society that she just didn't see it how much bulshit it was or something else, or if it was just your standard damsel in distress thing

Rukia behaves in the calm, rational but firm way you'd expect out of a seated officer, especially a lieutenant that earned her position through hard work and demonstration after demonstration that she could be trusted with such a position.

...Byakuya, on the other hand, was appointed to his position by birthright as the latest scion of a long but narrow line of people who retained their power by violence as social standing. So when Byakuya experiences the psychotic crisis of "the people you respect the most want the person you love the most dead", the coinflip of his emotions lands on tails in AEIWAM.

*****

"...To Death?" She asked, staring at Renji.

"Yeah." He winced, shifting uncomfortably.

"...For a Misdemeanor Infraction that, per code 3.15.27846 sub-section 42-4, carries a MAXIMUM penalty of a month's suspension without pay while a performance review is conducted, and, pending the review, possible termination of my job, not my whole person?" She continued.

"...Um. Yeah, yeah that's the official rules per the Shingami Legal Manual." Said Renji. "It's real fuc- it's very peculiar and I'm honestly not sure what to make of it. Also, when did you learn to quote the manual like-"

"I'm a Goddamn Lieutenant, I know the law, and this stinks on ice." She glared. "I know I'm not allowed to question the orders or ask who issued them, but did you double-check that this is, in fact, what they meant to send, and didn't give you the memo for someone else or send out the wrong butterfly?"

"Um." Renji winced, pointedly studying the wall to his left. "Kuchiki-Taicho went to do that as soon as he saw the order."

Rukia blanched. "Renji. When did he leave?"

"He left for the central 46's liaison office directly from the 6th division's office when we got the order about an hour ago. I wanted to go with him, but he insisted that he could handle it and that you should get the news from me rather than a stranger."

"Abarai Renji." She spoke, voice low and dangerous. "Do you remember what happened the first day I came home from the 13th division boot camp with that shiner?'

"Yeah, Kuchiki-taicho broke into Ukitake-taicho's house with Senbonsakura at 2AM because he thought someone had hit yo-" Renji laughed then stopped. "-Oh."

"You let my brother, the absolute last person you can expect to behave in a rational and restrained manner to any perceived threats to my person, go off to visit someone who just issued an order for my extermination? UNSUPERVISED?" She growled.

Renji stood, paralyzed in wide-eyed horror. "I. uh. I gotta go prevent some treason." he sputtered, before bolting from the room.

***** "I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked uuuuuup-" Gin hissed under his breath as he ran through the maze of buildings that made up the central government's compound. "Sure Gin! Keep feeding him spiritual power Gin! It'll fix everything Gin! No way he's going to cause a massive inter-dimensional destabilization event Gin!"

He turned the corner to the central 46's liaison office, just to the side of the sealed gate, and sprinted for the small office at the base of the tower all Hell butterflies issued from, where the Gate's security guard and the Liaison worked.

"Hey guys sorry to burst in here but it's kind of an Emergen... cy." Gin shouted and then sputtered as something warm splashed underfoot. He looked down to find that the previously-beige carpet of the Liaison's office was now a deep and unpleasantly wet crimson. Behind him, there was a faint creak as the unsealed and unguarded gate swayed lightly in the breeze.

"Oh." Gin realized, wilting. "I'm in deep shit."

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Chapter 5: "Please help..."

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Chapter summary: When you come back Wednesday to work you didn't expect the chaos that awaited for you

Cw: Angst, crying, Eddie is depressed, more technical terms, screaming, people being assholes

You woke up early the next day, dressing up with whatever you found and going to work, when you got there your co workers were waiting for you

"Did someone die?"

"Almost..." Luke said

"Your customer called all day yesterday, he seems to have issues"

"Oh shit"

You waited until it was 7 am, clocked in and got ready, waiting for him to call again, your heart was a knot, was he okay? Is he okay? Was he robbed? Did something bad happen?

All your doubts were answered at 7:08 am

Edward Munson High Risk Authenticated

"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Y/n, who do I have the pleasure of assisting today?"

You heard nothing, then a sniffle? Is he crying?

"Hello?"

"Eddie? Are you okay?" You broke character when you heard his broken voice

"S-sweetheart" he said

Your eyes watered, you never heard him like this, he must be so sad

"W-what can I help you with?" Your voice trembled

"Y/n I-" he sobbed "I got robbed, someone emptied my account, I had 450 dollars saved for food and stuff and they're gone!"

You went into his account and saw it all

-356.90 Apple.com

-5.46 Amazon.com

-222.87 Uber

Available Balance -585.23

"Oh gosh, Eddie it's okay we'll fix this okay?"

"How will you fix this?! I was robbed! I don't use Apple, I don't even have an iPhone! I never buy shit from the internet and I have my own van so I don't use Uber! Y/n I'm fucked! I'm so fucked!"

"Eddie it's okay let's calm down and breathe okay? Breathe with me, inhale and exhale"

He did as you told him to and calmed down a little, he was still crying but now he wasn't yelling anymore

"I'm sorry for screaming at you" he said sobbing "But I really needed that money"

"I know Eddie, trust me I understand you, so I'm gonna help you okay? Now I need to contact disputes so they can file a claim on this, and your money will be back okay?"

"Really?" He had hope in his voice

"Yes, really"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, nos stay on the line for me, I'll be right back"

You placed him on hold and called disputes

"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Michelle, how can I help you?"

"Hi this is Y/n from Hawkins"

"Oh hi Y/n, how are you?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"I'm doing great, what is your employee number?"

"It's xxxxxx"

"Last name?"

Y/l/n"

"Supervisor please"

"Joseph Quentin"

"Thank you, and how can I help?"

"My customer has transactions he doesn't recognize"

"I'll be more than glad to help, what's his social?"

"xxxxxxxxx, his name is Edward Munson, likes to be called Eddie only"

"Great, thanks, one moment"

You heard her typing on her computer and then she spoke again

"Which ones are they?"

"Apple, Amazon and Uber"

"I see them, you can put him through I'll be more than happy to help"

"Thanks"

You put all of you in conference and you heard him son again

"Hey Eddie, thanks for waiting in the line, I'm here with Michelle she'll take over the call and give you further assistance, thank you for being a valued-"

"Wait you're leaving?"

"Yes I'm sorry but she has to do her job and so do I-"

"Please don't go Y/n I can't-"

"Alright I'll take it from here, thank you Y/n you can leave now"

You huffed quietly

"Goodbye Eddie"

"No, no-"

You hung up the call leaving them alone, you couldn't stay on that call even if he begged you to, it's the rules

You sat back, placed yourself on After Call Work and cried a little

"Hey, hey, hey what's wrong?" Randall, one of the floor support people came to you "Are you okay?"

You shook your head "N-no..."

"Come on, let's go"

He logged you off and took you out to talk

Let's just say the day sucked...

~•~

A/n: I couldn't help myself so yes more angst! Eddie will be okay don't worry! Thanks for all the love <3

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Printing Issues

In which Risotto sucks at technology. 

I like the headcanon that Risotto has issues using modern technology like computers. Even Melone had a hard time teaching him the basics when La Squadra started using computers to write up reports and communicate, let alone using the internet for research. 

**********

Risotto groaned. Of all days that he had sent Melone off on assignment, it had to be this one. The ONE day the printer decides to go on strike and stop working. There were only so many settings he can change before he screws up the computer. He did not want to have a repeat of THAT fiasco again, the embarrassment from it being more than enough of a deterrent. It also didn’t help that this printer is one of those fancy printer/scanner/photocopier, one of the many technological updates implemented after Don Giorno’s inception. What was wrong with the old printer? It worked fine! Sure it was a bit slow and printed unevenly every now and then and his team SOMETIMES complained about it, but it worked! Why fix something that is not broke? 

 Who’s at the base and would know how to fix the printer... little Metallica beans sang and swayed on his hand as Risotto pondered this dilemma. Ghiaccio came to mind, but he would no sooner turn the printer into an ice cube rather than actually fix it given his impatience. Unfortunately, Pesci was out on a hit, though he’d be the next likely person to be helpful. Formaggio? Illuso? One fixes cars, not printers; the other always called others to repair appliances rather than do it himself. Proscuitto? Well, as Ghiaccio would put it, "He’s even more of a boomer than you are.” He’s not even going to consider Sorbet and Gelato, the couple off doing their own thing. How about Nephila? She seemed technologically savvy enough and he’s seen her assist Melone troubleshoot Proscuitto’s computer issues. Didn’t she bring her own printer when she moved into the base? If anything, she’d likely let him print off his reports on her printer. 

As if summoned, the base door unlocked and Nephila’s voice called out a greeting to Formaggio watching TV in the living room, just as he was about to text her . She was taking off her pack when Risotto appeared and gestured her to follow him, “Nephila, come into my office.”

Nephila looked at him and paused, slightly taken aback, “Uh... alright. I’ll be with you as soon as I’ve done here.” Her capo nodded before disappearing into his office again. 

Formaggio glanced back at her curiously, “What was that all about?” 

“Not sure.” She shrugged as she put down her pack.

“Remember what’s the rule?” Her fellow assassin teased. 

Nephila let out a good-natured laugh, “Don’t die?” 

“That’s right!” 

“If I die, it’s going to be your ass I’m haunting!” She retorted, grinning.

The redhead laughed and waved dismissively, “Get going! It’s probably nothing serious any ways.”

Letting out a breath, she opened the door to Risotto’s office. She then gently shut the door behind her before turning to face her capo. 

“You called for me?” Nephila asked, one hand curling into a fist and stretching open again to release the nervous tension. Her stand skittered beneath the surface of her skin. While she never had any issues with Risotto, he was still her capo and he was intimidating enough, so it was unnerving not knowing what he called her into his office for. Did she miss something or someone in her last mission? 

Risotto didn’t miss the nervous gesture, “Relax Nephi, I need your help with this printer.” 

“Ah...” Nephi smiled sheepishly as she walked over to his desk, “That I can do. Thought I was in trouble or something.”

“Your name is not Formaggio or Melone.” He commented, sliding over his chair to make room to let her look at his computer screen. 

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards when he heard her giggle in response. Risotto knew how intimidating he can come across and he wasn’t necessarily the best when it came to socializing with people. Though it doesn’t take much, it was still nice to hear her laugh. She gave him a grin before leaning over to look at what’s going on in his computer. It was quiet for a few moments except for the clicking of the mouse as Nephi looked over the printer settings. Something brown in her hair caught his eye as Risotto studied his preoccupied subordinate. He reached over and plucked it out; the slight movement breaking Nephi’s focus. 

“Hm?” She looked back at him. 

He held it up to her to see, “There was a feather in your hair.”

A slight blush coloured her cheeks, “Oh. Must’ve been from one of the birds I ringed this morning. Thanks.” before turning her attention back to the computer screen. A few minutes later found her standing back up and cracking her neck. 

“This is strange. All the settings seem normal on the computer... meaning there’s something probably wrong with the printer.” Nephi huffed, frowning as she walked over to printing machine. 

She snorted and started laughing again when she looked at the side of the printer.

“What’s so funny?” Risotto asked.

Nephila looked at him grinning, “I think I found the solution to your problem.” And pulled out an unplugged cord, “No wonder you were having trouble.” 

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.” 

Risotto pinched the bridge of his nose before rolling his eyes and heaving a great sigh. He really hated modern technology. Nephi couldn’t help but laugh at her capo’s expressiveness. When the man is the definition of stoic, seeing him break into seemingly dramatics was very funny. After rummaging for a bit, she plugged the printer back in and went over to Risotto’s computer again to do a final print test. Luckily, this time, the machine worked as it was designed to.  Nephi laughed, patting Risotto’s shoulder sympathetically, “You’re not the only one. It happens to the best of us.”

“I assume you’ll keep your discretion about this?” Side-eyeing his subordinate. 

She smiled back, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Nephi pushed herself up from his desk and started walking to the door, “I’m going to make lunch, you want some?” 

Risotto hummed thoughtfully before getting up to follow her, “I could use a break.”

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Chapter three

A weird birthday

The feeling of hands rocking me awake making me a little startled. Sis made sure I don't fall off and hit myself. She leaves me so I can get dressed, I awake at approximately one hour before six to brush my teeth. After showering away all the makeup, I removed my shower cap. Marilyn Monroe, said dimensions are a girl's best friend so I added necklaces with my dress.

A nocking sound echoes on my door, it kept going until I stop curling curls, when I opened the door mom stood bereft of speech.

"Ohhhh...sweetie, you look precious."

"Really," I say,

"Let me fix the top,"

She flips my hair using her fingers.

Mom said dad whas on his way but got stuck in mud. Something's wrong, very wrong about that I don't wanna worry her.

"Don't worry moma," I rubbed her back.

My sis smiled kind heartedly as always not desturbed, or disappointed.

"He'll be here,"

I fixed my Marilyn dress straps, "How do I look? Should I...lose the Ferragamo sho-"

"Ya you better. Your ass is gonna slip."

"Mom, language. You are a bad influence."

I told her while applying red lipstick and looking in the mirror, I switched my hills to white flats. "Move it people out of the room," sis was already gone not standing by my door any more.

"See you before dinner moma,"

I said hugging her.

Angela wished me a happy birthday and started her car driving me beside leafless trees, I admired them. Dad used to take me to his brother's cabin, he would climb the bark with me but failed everytime. I pulled out my note book when I made it to school and dashed my way to English class. I fill nerves about going alone, nobody knows me. People in the hallway stared, I wondered why they did.

A boy wearing a white and blue striped vest walks up to me, he's fallowed by another boy. "Hay I'm Troy. This is James. I never seen you around."

The boy said flirtatiously,

"What, I...

"Look at that she's speechless." James laughs making me nervous, I wanna hide and jump out the window.

"I'm just trying to find English, excuse me."

Troy boy stops me and pushes my back against the locker, not hard but vigorly. Dangerously close, he slips on a banana pile. Eruption of more laughter came from students filling the hall,

"Grosye." I spoke in Haitian. Bothe socked with embarrassment ran away. My backpack was already placed in my locker so I move leaving Troy and his dweeb friend. I've dealt with situations like this, usually I stand hopping someone would help but not this time. Worse start of my birthday.

Ms. Gray, handed work assignments about the fiddler on the roof to every student. I frown when I look at my homework, oh brother. Gray plays the film as we write notes, my tutor told me sounding out adjectives about fillings helps me, he believe it builds character. He reads to kill a mockingbird to me after school, I was approved in a early college program. I hand Mr. Ron a sheet with my address and mom's number. "Bye Mr. Ron,"

After Ron waved goodbye I walked into the hallway. When grabbing my bag I saw a paper on the wall for gem, Hawkins is having their 1984 snow ball. My family loves parties with fancy things, mom always planes every event. I could meet new people, make new friends.

As I work on my math homework after school, the science teacher and Will's friend held up two fingers in a bye-bye gesture. I have to talk to him, end are weird energy. "Hello,"

He smiles than walkes away, "West is clear too, Will?" Silently speaking through headphones.

I caught up with him carrying my backpack.

"Hay! Wait. Your that Henderson kid, right?"

"Yah," the boy laughs awkwardly as if I broke the fourth wall. He holds a walkie talkie, "New girl. Science."

I wave and walk away with contentment. Friendships take time. According to my year in fifth grade, I must be aware, I must bend the social rules. That's what I'm born to do, people always see me as a mysterious girl. Angela took a night shift so mom will be picking me up, she wants to practice level one spells. I beat her everytime, the game goes one way. Objects are disband in other places by the alphabet. I start my timer by twisting it near sixty- minutes, and tossing my bolo knife in my bag as well.

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Nova, Enrico, Leonidas and Leonora for the latest ask game!

Hey! Thanks for the ask!!

Nova

—The most important thing about her is that she doesn’t want to die, but she’s also not terribly concerned with preserving her own life. She’s accepted since she was old enough to understand that the circumstances she was born in place her at extreme risk, but instead of trying to minimize the risk she lives. Like she’s accepted that sooner or later her luck will run out and she’ll be killed, and she refuses to waste her life hiding. Being alive but not actually having a life doesn’t appeal to her at all, she takes the things she wants even if they’re dangerous. One quote I have in my notes is “they’ll get me eventually, but they’ll find me having a great time and doing everything I ever dreamed of, not cowering in a corner.”

—She’s incredibly ruled by her emotions. She’s got a strong moral code that she tries to live by and hold others to, but an emotional appeal can make the whole thing go out the window. Someone she loves can easily get second, third, fourth chances.

—She actually has no desire to tell her secret. Like of course she wishes things were different and she didn't have to hide but there's no "oh I really wish I could be honest with the people I love". She doesn't feel any guilt about lying because she feels like its her only option.

--She's jaded and she can be self-centered but at her core she cares. She can be relentless when going after what she wants but one of the things she wants most is to help people. She'd risk exposing herself if she thought she could save even one person.

--She likes having power. She may not actively seek it out but she also doesn't run from it, if she hadn't been born with magic it's entirely possible she would have thrived as a Count's daughter.

Enrico

--He's an absolute grade-A dumbass, we all know this, but my rule when writing him is that everything he does has to make perfect sense to him. I have to be able to completely trace why he thought this particular course of action would help him achieve his goal. Yes even marrying Nero.

--He will always solve problems with violence first and talking second. People remember violence

--Almost everything he does in the TTH era is somehow motivated by his guilt. By this point his base personality has been completely swallowed up by his devotion to fixing what he broke.

--Related to that, he'll do almost anything for someone who was hurt by the war because he blames himself. This can be exploited.

--Everything that happened to him was so improbable that he believes in fate, but a cruel version of fate. His basic outlook on the world is that the deck is stacked against him.

Leonidas

--This man is only on the right side of history because of extreme luck. He would do anything and ally with anyone to keep his social standing. He once drank liquid tantalum and almost died trying to get rid of his magic he's committed.

--A big thing about him is that he's okay with using unjust laws when they benefit him: like the time he and Nic frame Nero's brother for sorcery to clear his name, rather than using his standing to try and change the law

--He's from abroad and almost immediately suppresses his culture to fit in at the Circian court, and he gets really sensitive when anyone brings up where he came from

--He has so, so much confidence because if he lets his mask slip for even a second he'll devolve into insecurity and become useless.

--He would genuinely rather have died then survive without his throne.

Leonora

--Motherly devotion but not in a nice way. She will burn down the world for her children even if they don't ask. Especially if they don't ask. She views them as an extension of herself, even the ones she adopted

--Her mother told her about the blood curse on them when she was young, ever since then her approach to it has been "I'm taking everyone else down with me". Except Attilio, that's why she never married him

--Incredibly rebellious towards the status quo. Her father is a notorious criminal but she was never ashamed of it, relished the chance to learn from him. She's more proud of his name than her mother's old aristocratic bloodline.

--Her moral compass is more "how do I hurt people who deserve it" than "how do I avoid hurting people" and that informs a lot about her. She holds grudges for incredibly long periods of time

--Adept at navigating both court culture and criminal culture, fits in anywhere because of who her parents were

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CW: Lady whump , recovery, past emotional abuse, past gaslighting, recovery, trauma, fear of trusting, repressing emotions, leaving abusive friendship, yelling, fairy whump, immortal whumpee, crying, low self-esteem, emotional manipulation, I can't think of anything else but please let me know if I missed anything. I will fix it asap!

Summary: Marlie finally tells Alice to stop hurting her. She's done with the emotional abuse and cruelty. Alice doesn't take it well and it ends in a fight. Marlie keeps her ground for once and successfully leaves Alice behind. Unaware it will cause unintended consequences.

"What makes you think you can leave me?" Alice's cold voice caused Marlie's pulse to skyrocket. She knew she had to leave Alice -had always known- and now she would finally do it.

Marlie inhaled a shaky breath of air, terror coursing through her veins. "I-i can't take it anymore. I'm so sorry, but I can't deal with the emotional abuse." The fairy slowly backed away, flinching when she hit the wall.

Alice scoffed, angry tears in her eyes trickling down her flushed cheeks. "I was a great friend! If you think I'm abusive, you should take a look in a mirror bitch." The human stepped closer and closer to Marlie, stopping when she had the fairy cornered in the back of the room. "You are a selfish, toxic, and lying monster! All I did was tell you what upset me. Yet, you continued to spend time with your family. You knew how I fucking hated that! Every second away from you made me think I had to eliminate threats. You broke down every time I yelled at you! Who's fault is it that you can't follow basic rules? Only I can talk to you. WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?" Alice was screaming now, her voice shrill and words like knives. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! NO! YOU'RE AWARE I'M A YANDERE, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ACKNOWLEDGE OTHERS? YOU'RE LUCKY I DIDN'T KILL THEM!" 

Marlie swallowed her fear, terrified tears quickly welling in her eyes. "I live with them. Dawn has known me my whole life and has always been supportive. She didn't gaslight me when I was hurt. I can't live like this. I-I'm sorry, have a good life!" Marlie used a spell to create a small smoke screen, taking her chance to escape.

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A week had passed since the fight, Marlie hiding in her room and blocking Alice on every social media and chat she could think of. A simple question made Marlie tense and fumble for anything Alice accepted as an answer. She avidly avoided Cedar's and Bear's efforts to talk about anything she enjoyed, terrified of angering them-even if Cedar had the anger of a purring kitten-. 

Harley was out on a mission and would return in a few days, causing more anxiety in the young fairy. While Dawn, worriedly, gave her space, still checking in on them. 

Marlie had been trying to shove everything down, unprepared to face the trauma the friendship caused. Maybe she wasn't ready to admit it to herself, wracked with guilt over all the previous arguments. Marlie wondered how Alice was coping, wanting the girl to have a good life as long as Marlie could avoid it. She inhaled shakily, repeating a mantra created by her self-doubt. 

I am okay. I won't get hurt if I bottle it up. I can't get yelled at if I shove it away. It's my fault.

Marlie looked in the mirror and forced a smile -it looked exhausted but good enough. Only a healer could tell how much pain she was in.- before opening the door to her room.

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Dawn sat across from Harley in their room, eyeing all the prizes from competitions on the walls and shelves. Harley watched her nervous, fidgeting with a careful expression. "What's up, Dawn? You know Marlie better than the rest of us combined. So if anything's up you'd be able to tell and talk with her, right?" They asked, hesitating at the last word. Dawn's despair palpable in the room

"No, she hasn't. I asked how the talk with Alice went, and Marlie said Alice was gone. She left the human. But I know it's hurting her, and Alice is why she's hurting. I want to help her, but she's not ready to talk about it." Dawn's eyes filled with tears, and she removed her glasses to wipe them away. Harley sat beside the healer, her hand resting on Dawn's head as the shorter fairy looked up at them. 

Harley gave a shaky smile. "If she's not ready, don't force her. Alice coerced Marlie to do many things. She's scared of that again, and the best we can do is give her the space she needs and offer her comfort." Alice was the cruelest human they had encountered in the half millennia they had lived. With a bit of hesitation, Harley hugged Dawn awkwardly, allowing the healer to sob into her shoulder. 

A few minutes later, Dawn had calmed down and pulled away. "Thanks, you're right. I'll give Marlie space but still be by her side. You've got good advice; I think you know more about healing than most combat fairies." Smiling, she pushed some of the braids over her dark shoulder before heading to her room.

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[hajimeshoe]

overblot squad with an MC/S/O who was done with life the second they entered twisted wonderland.

The no bullshit type who also instigates when in goofy moods. They don't smile often.

Anyone who threatens them... it kinda goes like "give me a reason... I dare you..." and s/o will fuck your life up if you physically harm them.

They have a resting bitch face, and they ALWAYS look angry or annoyed. A lot of people ask if they're upset.

When in contact with overblots, instead of trembling with fear, they act like they just got told to do chores as they started doing chores.

And when they deal with overblots in fights, they genuinely get annoyed when the overblot squad acts like they're the only ones dealing with that kind of stuff. (Literally looked at Jamil and told him he was a slave to people born richer than him just like everyone else)

A realist and pessimist at the same time.

Sleeps way more than Leona, and will not wake up until they feel like living. And their social meter is extremely low.

They eat a lot. Like- a lot. And they will sleep it all off

MBTI is an INTP to give you the rest of the context

Coolio! I'm an ISTP-T, which I found out while trying to figure out different MBTI personality types because I was hella confused. Also, We don't technically know who's overblotting from Diasomnia yet, right??? So I can leave my precious dragon boy out of this, right??? No? Well, it was worth a try *cries in not wanting to think about a Malleus overblot* -Sorry this took so long! I just moved and had no wi-fi until today

OB!Gang with INTP S/O

Riddle

Would honestly be frustrated

"You've broken fifteen of our 810 rules in less than an hour! How DARE you!"

He was apologetic after he overblot and stopped getting on your case for every dorm rule you broke.

No wonder you're friends with Ace and Deuce

Wants you to stop causing fights so badly

Like, why are you either causing fights or sleeping??? Are you secretly related to Leona???

"Wait, you told Jamil WHAT?"

Leona

Bro gets sick of you when you're awake at this point-

Like, he threatened to turn you to sand during his overblot and you just held out your hand with a sarcastic smile-

Honestly, though, he's glad you aren't opposed to his naps or sleep schedule, a lot of the time he'll also be willing to nap with you even if he's already had one

But if Ruggie wake's him up, then he's trying to wake you up too <3

Fairs fair, after all

He doesn't give a fuckk if you instigate fights, he'll watch it in amusement

Azul

You would get along with Floyd so damn well and Azul swears on what little of his sanity is left that you two are never meeting

Both of you would be causing fights together left and right-

He loves you, he does, but- OH FUCK THE TWEELS ARE HERE! Take a nap while he locks you in his office where you three can never meet, yeah?

He's also low-key wondering if you're Leona's secret sibling or something despite the fact that you're magicless

He'll let you sleep in his office when you need to

He also does everything in his power to try to get you to smile and gets a little insecure when he's unsuccessful

Azul just starts to have some self-doubts because "I'm their boyfriend, why can I never make them happy?"

However, cuddles and reassurances can fix this!

He did get a kick out of you looking at Jamil and telling him to get over it

Jamil

Jamil is just glad that you don't need 24/7 supervision

You won't burn down the house trying to cook, you won't somehow accidentally cut your arm off with a spoon and you can be left alone longer than a toddler without anything going to hell?

In this case, he practically considers you perfect with how often he's dealing with Kalim

Also, you were egging him on when he overblotted???

What's wrong with you? You have no magic-

Oh, wow...you won...

"Everyone's a slave to richer people, Jamil, get over it and eat a snickers or some shit!"

Okay, first of all, you're audacity-

Aaaand now he's stuck with you

"Isn't it supposed to be "You kidnapped me, I'm calling the cops?"

"Nope! You kidnapped me, so you clearly want to put up with my bullshit!"

The only actual issues he has is when he has to go drag you out of a fight or get you to stop hyping others into fighting for your entertainment

Then he just hypnotizes you and pulls you away while scolding you like some sort of child

Honestly looked up child leashes on the twst version of Amazon to see if they had a two pack (one for you and one for Kalim)

Vil

"Love, don't start fights, it's not beautiful at all", "My sweet potato, sleeping too much can be bad for your skin!", "SPUD! As much as I love you, if you do not cease this nonsense then so help me-"

All are common phrases from Vil when it comes to you ❤

Just tell me- how did he fall in love with you??? Like, you're a cross between Kingscholar and Epel and he is about ready to pull an evil queen on both of them some days

But he adores you despite your incorrigible habits that he tries to help you break

Don't expect to sleep in when dating Vil, though. Once he decides you've had enough? He's cursing your bed, pillows and blankets

All in the name of love, he swears!

Idia

Idia tries to get you to just stay in his room with him to stop you from getting into fights

He's respectful - lets you sleep for as long as you want

Although he get's a little loud when he plays video games sometimes

Ortho will honestly bother you more about your sleep schedule than him

Malleus

Confused dragon boi <3

He's a sweetheart and is confused as to why you're starting fights "Because it's fun"

Totally did not ask Sebek to accompany you during school hours in order to protect you, keep you awake during lectures, and keep you out of fights- definitely not, how rude of you to accuse him of that

he would never, Malleus is completely innocent!

"Malleus Draconia, I am TRYING to sleep so if you do not get your screaming cucumber from my bedroom then so help me nobody will be able to save his suicidal ass!"

Oh, you're pissed off now

Welp, time for him to go save Sebek from his (surprisingly dangerous) magicless Child of Man

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[allegra-writes]

"The Vanishing act"

"Hopeless Romantic" The Epilogue

Dark!Billy Russo x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: none

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

"So… is this an intervention?" You deadpanned, all eyes on the table turning from the drama happening in real time on the tv to you, with different degrees of surprise or guilt. You wanted to roll your eyes, of fucking course you had realized. You had started suspecting something weird was going on the moment Jess asked you to walk with her to the coffee shop, the brunette was not one for coffee. 

Said brunette raised her hands up in surrender under your steely gaze. 

"Hey, don't look at me, I told them to get off your ass, but apparently I know jackshit about healthy coping"

The way she spat the words and the involuntary smirk that broke on Matt's face told you exactly whose words she was quoting, and even if he was right, you didn't think they were being fair, it had been only six weeks. 

Six weeks. Barely enough time to get discharged from the hospital, cutting your hair, getting a cat despite your stupid landlord's rule, rearranging all your furniture and painting your walls a -frankly alarming- shade of yellow…

Ok, so you had been a little maniacal as of late, you could accept that. Didn't  mean you had to like their hovering. 

"Can I at least have one of those?" 

Claire scoffed,

"I don't think you need anymore caffeine in your system, y/n. Tell me, when was the last time you slept? And fifteen minutes naps in the on call room do not count" She added as you opened your mouth to reply. You shutted it immediately.

"Yeah, that's what I thought" 

You wanted to lash out. You wanted to tell her to go fuck herself and get out, get away from them, get away from their worried, pitying looks, scream at them to leave you the fuck alone because what the he'll did they knew? They had no idea what had really happened,  no idea what the real story between you and Billy was. Would they even be there with you if they knew? How you had betrayed your best friends, how you had voluntarily slept with a psychopath time and time again? How you had loved him, maybe still did? Would Jess, who had been your rock, your protector, never leaving your side for these last six weeks, ever look at you the same if she knew you were in fucking love with your rapist? 

Fuck. 

You were in love with your rapist. 

Talk about being fucked in the head. 

You tried to swallow around the knot in your throat, fixing your eyes on the tv screen announcing Tony Stark's desaparicion to stop the moisture you could feel gathering in your eyes from falling. 

"I can't sleep" You confessed, "I keep expecting" Hoping, a traitorous voice inside your mind provided, "he'll burst through the door. Every little noise I hear, or- I don't know, sometimes I think I just imagine them, but…" you trailed off, unsure how to explain it to them. 

No one seemed to know what to say after that, and you couldn't help but idly wonder if your friends had really thought this through. You could see Matt coming up with the intervention idea and the others reluctantly agreeing but the only one with the social and emotional intelligence to even hope to pull this off was Claire. Maybe Luke, but he wasn't even there, Danny and him having no doubt ditched the meeting in favor of helping clean up the destruction left downtown by the alien attack from that morning.

A beat passed, then two, before anyone dared breaking the silence that had fallen around the table.

"You can't stay there" Jess was, as usual, the bravest one, "You can't stay in the same place he took you from. No matter how much redecorating you make, it'll never stop feeling like the place you-" She cut herself off, shaking her head, obviously trying to collect herself, torn between letting the walls fall down, or building them back up and retreat behind them again. The fact that she was even trying to open up to you that way somehow touched you more than anything any of them had done in the last six weeks.

"She's right" Matt, perceptive Matt, chimed in, saving her from having to make the choice right then and there, "besides, I don't think you should be alone now, and I don't just mean for you and your sake of mind. I would personally feel a lot better if I knew for a fact you were safe and accompanied at all times…" the just in case Billy Russo came back went unsaid, but heavily implied.  

"And exactly who should I move in with? I'm not third-wheeling on Luke and Claire" the nurse opened her mouth to protest but you wouldn't give her the chance, "Danny still has some pretty big enemies after him, not that you're any better, seeing as Fisk still wants your head, and Jess' place is a dumpster. No offense" you quickly added, but the PI simply shrugged, unbothered. 

"It's ok, I know my apartment is a mess, and I'm a mess too, I don't think I'm even remotely qualified to help you. But after Kilgrave, there was someone there for me, someone who helped me, who pulled me back, and would have probably done so much better if I'd just… let her. And she just so happens to live in a penthouse in a building with armed guards, top notch security systems and reinforced doors" 

A quick glance around showed yours were not the only eyebrows that had shot up in surprise at that. 

"And is she looking for a roommate?"

"She never let me down" Jessica declared, "I don't think she'll start now" 

You found yourself considering the idea. It was true, you couldn't stay in your apartment, even if it wasn't for the reasons they thought, not completely: You didn't feel safe there anymore, that much was true, but you also couldn't stay there because Billy had fucked you on any available surface there, and there wasn't a single corner of it that didn't make you think of him. You couldn't stay there waiting for him to come and find you again. You needed to move on. A clean break. A clean slate. 

These last weeks, ever since Billy had turned your life upside down, you had been unmoored, drifting without a clear direction where to go, existing in that strange liminal space he had left you in, hating him too much to let what he had done to you go, loving him too much to let him go. But being able to put a name to that feeling now had, strangely, given you back your power. You were in love with him. You needed to fall out of love with him. It was simple, straightforward. Love was just another type of addiction, same chemicals released in the brain. You needed to go cold turkey, put yourself in rehab. And apparently, your friends were willing to help you with that. 

If they thought they were actually helping you with your trauma, well… you'd deal with that later. 

Jess seemed to read your new determination in your face, if the way she already had her phone out, texting her friend, was anything to go by. None of you noticed anything was wrong, until Matt grabbed your arm, frowning. 

"Matt? What is it?"

"I'm not sure…" He tilted his head, trying to listen to something outside. It wasn't too long before you heard it too, the screams and honks and crashes, the sounds of chaos. 

You were out of your chair in a blink, thinking at first that the city was under attack again, until you turned to Claire, ready to suggest you and her go into hiding, letting your vigilante friends do what they did best, only to find she wasn't there anymore.  

"What the fuck?!" The loud curse made you snap your eyes back to Jessica, just in time to witness her arm dry up like old paint, turning to dust and crumbling away from her body, "Son of a-" She never finished the sentence, vanishing from existence right before your horrified gaze. 

However, you were given no time to process what you were seeing, as Matt's grip on your arm went lax. 

"No! Nononono, Matthew!"

"Y/N, I-" 

It was a nightmare, it had to be. There was no way to make sense of the scene around you otherwise, people didn't just spontaneously turn into dust, but a quick glance around you was enough to realize it was a generalized phenomena: everywhere you turned people were vanishing, leaving behind loved ones and bystanders in different states of hysteria. You felt a bit like losing it yourself, you were good at keeping your head cool, but the military hadn't trained you for this.

Stunned and overwhelmed as you were, it took you a few minutes to notice your phone was ringing, your hand shaking so bad you tried and failed several times to slide to answer. 

"H-hello?"

"Nightingale?" 

Your knees almost gave out. One word, just one single word from his smooth voice, and all your resolve, all your anger collapsed, dematerializing instantly like half the world's population. 

"Blackbird" the code name fell from your lips automatically, the ingrained instinct of deferring to your lieutenant kicking in. Your legs moved of their own accord, exiting the Cafe as if looking for him.

"Thank fucking God!" The relief in his voice was obvious, "People are- fading away, dissolving, I was so afraid you'd-"

"I'm here. I'm ok-" You cut yourself off, because were you? Would you be? People were still turning into dust all around you, who was to say you wouldn't be next? "Billy… I'm scared" there was a choked sound at the other side of the line at your confession, "what's going on? I- I don't  understand"

There was some shuffling, and you could almost picture Billy's pacing as he tried to think.

"There was a battle going on in Wakanda" He finally said, "I think… I think the Avengers lost"

The words felt like ice, chilling your blood, freezing it inside your veins. You had never thought it possible, no one had, but it was true, you could feel it in your bones.

The Avengers had lost. Now humanity was going to pay the price.

"What happens now?" You tried to ask, but the honk of a bus interrupted you. A honk you heard echoing on the other side of the line. Your heart started galloping, air unable to get inside your lungs fast enough.

"Where are you? Billy, where are you??" 

A broken curse was the only reply you got before there was a smash, the sound of the phone hitting the sidewalk, and the line went dead, leaving you all alone in a world breaking down.

Bonus track: Outtake #1

[darkmulti]

-> 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞

-> 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.

-> 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

-> releasing this a bit early because we reached 4K+!! Thank you guys so much! I love you all<3

-> THIS PROFILE CONTAINS DUB-CON AND NON-CON THEMES! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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It was a Saturday night — the busiest day of the week. You worked at the strip club, not as an exotic dancer but as a waiter. The money you were making was just enough for you to survive on your own.

Tonight, you wanted to ask your boss if you could start working as a dancer. You packed your new dancewear and everything you might need in case the boss says yes. It was around 4 pm when you arrived. You walked to your boss’s office and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in”

You grab the door handle and push the door open, revealing your boss Taehyung with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Hello, little one. What can I help you with?”

You thought the nickname was creepy at first, and when you politely asked him to stop calling you that, he said that he had a nickname for every employee. Over time, you’ve grown used to it. And you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach.

“I know this is sudden, but can I start dancing?”

Taehyung squeezed the glass cup tightly, almost shattering it with his bare hand.

“But why? You’re just a little angel. Angels don’t sin, little one.”

“Sir, I really need money. I want to go back to school and get a degree so I can have a permanent job.”

There was a pause of silence before you spoke up again.

“I-I can show you my skills. I’ve been practicing. I even brought my dancewear.”

Taehyung shoots you a glare. It was intense and almost threatening. He sighs as he puts the glass of whiskey on his desk and walks to the couch, where he sat down with his muscular thighs spread apart.

“Go wear your little outfit and come back here.”

You innerly smile and leave to the dressing room to change. Once the door closed, Taehyung let out a chuckle. He’s never going to allow you to be a dancer, he just wants to watch you for his pleasure.

After adjusting your straps and fixing up your hair, you sprayed some perfume around your neck and walk back to his office.

“Sir, I’m ready.”

“Good, now come in and lock the door.”

You did as told then remove your robe. It didn’t take long for Taehyung’s member to harden after seeing your body on full display. Taehyung turned some music on then said “the stage is all yours, little one.”

You’ve been practicing for months, just for this moment. Bending over and whipping your hair back, showing off your beautiful body to him. Taehyung motioned you to come to him, so you can give him a lap dance.

He placed his hands on your hips and made you grind on his bulge. Your face warmed up after feeling his boner that you caused. Taehyung started moving his hips with yours, making you whimper.

His hands moved to your breast and gave it a light squeeze. “Sir, I thought touching is not allowed.”

“I’m the boss. I make the rules. Right now, touching is allowed.” You were too naive to understand that he was manipulating you.

30 minutes pass and you finally stop and take a step back.

“So... what did you think?”

You were expecting a positive response and even a praise but you got the complete opposite.

“I’m sorry, little one. You’re not good enough. I can give you a raise but I’m not letting you become a dancer.”

“But what if I practice more? Could you reconsider?!”

“No is my final answer, little one. I’m a very busy man and I don’t have time to watch you dance just for you to fail.”

Embarrassed. You felt so embarrassed. You genuinely thought Taehyung was enjoying your show. Well, it sure as hell looked like it. A gloomy look took over your face and you walked towards the door to leave.

“Don’t give me that pouty face, little one.”

Taehyung abruptly pulled you on his lap and attached his lips to yours. You didn’t respond until Taehyung’s hand spanked your butt, causing you to moan.

“Grind on me, baby. I know you want it just as much as I do.”

You rubbed your clit harder against his bulge until you released. “Keep moving, little one. Help daddy cum too.” He growled, before grabbing your face and kissing you again. Deep moans left his mouth turning you on even more. His hands all over your body — it felt euphoric.

Taehyung let out one last groan before cumming in his pants. “Fuck! You’re so fucking good.” he kissed your jawline and moved down to your neck.

“How about this, little one. You become my personal dancer and I pay you money. You can stay with me, I’ll buy you everything you need as long as you accompany me and satisfy my sexual needs.”

“Like a sugar daddy?”

“Exactly”

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Rules:

No dating

No lying

No revealing clothes

If something is wrong, tell him

No swearing

Don’t be bratty

Obey him

Never reject his kisses

Don’t leave without his permission

Answer his calls and texts immediately

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How he’s like:

Taehyung’s a charming, gentleman

He treats you like a queen

He never ignores you

You’re his first priority

This man spoils the shit out of you

He buys you luxurious clothes and accessories

For your birthday, he bought you a brand new Porsche convertible

Taehyung’s very possessive, but you honestly don’t mind

You love spending time with him anyways

Anytime another male is too close to you, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him

If you hug him, his hands will immediately go down to your ass and grab it

He’s very affectionate

Even at important events, Taehyung will always hug you, kiss your lips, cheeks and forehead in front of anyone

Sometimes you forget that you’re his sugar baby because he treats you like his wife

Your opinion matters to him

Whether it’s a big or small decision, he always wants to hear what you think

In the morning, he makes you breakfast

Especially if you had a long night with him (if ykyk)

When he’s doing work, he makes you sit on his lap and do some cock warming

Taehyung loves travelling with you

He’d rent out expensive villas or hotel room

Taehyung loves swimming with you

The man enjoys your company

You’re so lovable, sweet and innocent

It was almost like you were made for him

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Yandere Taehyung:

Taehyung was secretly obsessed with you

After he hired you as a waiter, he wanted to know everything about you

Since the job application required your address, Taehyung knew where you lived

He broke into your apartment and hid tiny cameras in places you’d never see

There were cameras in your kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom

He did this to keep an eye on you and make sure that you’re not seeing another man

When you’re at work, Taehyung stops by your apartment and takes some of your underwear to get off

He hacked into all your social media accounts, unfollowed guys he didn’t like and checked your dm’s regularly to make sure nobody was trying to get with you

If you made plans with your friends, Taehyung would show up (in disguise) and watch you from afar

Whenever you had plans or even a date, Taehyung would call you and say that more waiters are needed and he will pay extra because it’s an emergency

So you end up cancelling on your friends/date which angers them

Soon, your friends stopped inviting you to hang out because you always cancel last minute because of work

Taehyung’s plan was too isolated you from your friends which gives him the perfect opportunity to swoop in and be your one and only companion

And what do you know, his plan worked

Not only that but since you have no friends anymore, you’re always with him

So he never has to worry about you fooling around behind his back

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Sex Life:

Taehyung was incredible in bed

He never failed to satisfy your sexual needs

You’ve both tried so many kinky things in bed and it was honestly fun

He was addicted to eating you out

Hickeys all over your body. Between your thighs, on your stomach and chest. All over your neck, collar bone and jawline.

Taehyung loves marking what’s his

Traditional rough sex + doggy

But hey, it gets the job done

Three round minimum, 7 rounds maximum

Taehyung will always cum inside of you

He loves watching himself cum into your little hole

He gets more turned on when watches cum his leaking out of your hole and running down your thigh

Dry humping is something he’s into

The idea of both of your coming without having actual sex drives him crazy

Blowjobs for days

He loves watching you suck him off

Make eye contact with him while you suck and he’ll have an orgasm

You must swallow all of his cum

Don’t spit it out

Before Taehyung got you, he used to use your underwear to masturbate

You eventually started to notice that a bunch of your panties disappeared

Therefore, Taehyung returned most of them (except for his favourites), some washed, some not

Taehyung could literally cum to the thought of you wearing panties covered in his dried-up cum

It made him hard just thinking about it

Over time, you notice Taehyung becoming more aggressive in bed

It would get so bad that you’d have to use the safe word to get him to stop

You noticed he started doing things he’s never discussed with you before

Sometimes, you cry under him because he scares you

He’d pin your hands above your head and fuck as hard as he could

You were not used to it nor were you a big fan of it

He was taking everything out on you

Taehyung would start at 21:30 and finish at 04:00

Unknowingly, Taehyung’s yandere side took over him

Some may know him as V

His cruel and sadistic side who felt no remorse whatsoever

V’s kinks are dark and heavy

He choked you until you couldn’t breathe, tied you up so you couldn’t move, and slapped you when you asked him to stop

V enjoyed watching you cry too

Overstimulation was the worst part

Your core was crying for a break but V couldn’t care less

The man fucked you until you passed out

Minimum 7 rounds, maximum... there’s no maximum

In the morning, he’d still be deep in you and depending on his mood, he may or may not fuck you again

At this point, you didn’t care if it was Taehyung or V, you needed to leave him

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Trying to break off the (3 years) contract:

This is when Taehyung goes fucking insane.

After nights of relentless sex, you finally decide to break the contract. You couldn’t handle the abuse anymore. Sex every night to “remind you of your place” was complete bullshit. You stayed with him for two more months, hoping that the old, sweet Taehyung would come back and save you.

Unfortunately, he never did. After you lost all hope, you wanted to get away from Taehyung as soon as possible. He can keep all the gifts and money he’s given you if that means freedom.

You woke up only to see Taehyung missing from the bed. He must’ve gone to work, you thought. You get ready and pack all of the clothes you brought to his mansion. You write a small message on a notepad, saying that it’s over. You didn’t dare to tell him face to face because you knew exactly where it would’ve lead to.

You left his mansion and took the bus back to your apartment. An hour later, Taehyung was blowing up your phone, spamming you with messages.

“Where the fuck are you?!”

“Answer my calls!”

“Explain the message on the notepad!”

“What do you mean that we’re “done” ?”

“The contract’s not over yet! I still fucking own you.”

“Get your ass over here!”

“You’re making your punishment worse for yourself.”

“How can you say goodbye to me like this?! Do I mean nothing to you?!”

“You’re going to regret this!”

“Come back here, now!”

“Stay where you are, I’m on my way!”

You started to tear up because you were petrified. You drop your phone in fear and ran into your closet. You hid in a basket full of your clothes so no one could see you. Not even a minute passed and Taehyung was banging on your apartment door.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, Y/N.”

You covered your mouth, stopping the sobs from coming out. You needed to find a weapon. You looked around your closet and that’s when you spotted something.

A camera.

A tiny camera is hidden in plain sight. Your heart dropped to your stomach. How long has that been there? Who placed it there? Your mind immediately went to Taehyung. You were trying to connect the dots but how could he have possibly gotten into your apartment?

You stopped questioning when you heard Taehyung break down the door. He came right to your bedroom and opened the closet door. He pulled out the basket you were hiding. “Get up.”

That’s when you knew the camera belonged to him. He knew your exact location. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he’s been watching you.

You take a deep breath in and stand up. Taehyung’s fierce eyes encountered your terrified ones. He grabbed your jaw and pulled your face close to his.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought one of my enemies kidnapped you but no! You just left me with a shitty ass note.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?!” Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. “SORRY?! THAT’S ALL YOU FUCKING GOT?!”

He picked up your glass jewelry box and threw it on the floor. The whole thing shattered, causing you to burst out in tears. “T- Taehyung! Stop! Stop it! You’re scaring me!”

“Good bitch. Seems like I haven’t scared you enough because you still have the nerve to fucking leave me.”

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Omg, I finally wrote something after months of being an unproductive piece of shit.

This is bad, but I still hope you enjoyed 😊

Oh and I apologize for any mistakes. Like always, I’m half asleep:)

xoxo,

naina❣️

[skywalkerstyles]

I love ABO fics and if you don't thats fine. But can you do something where Dragon King Bakugou meets his soulmate?

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS I LOVE ABO VERSE SHIT YES

Minors Scram 18+

In his clan all the heads of house bring their children to be annointed by the Dragon King when they turn 21 its a right of passage

Basically Bakugou smears oil on their forehead in the shape of the clan symbol, the medicine worker sends a prayer to the gods and that's it

He's bored of it. He does it everyday and it's annoying

He is one of three 'brothers' each rules their own portion of land but in decisions of importance like War, they all come together

So one day when Bakugou is doing this annointing Kirishima brings him word that King Midoriya has arrived from the South for something important

This is where you come in

You are essentially a Dragon runt. You cannot shift, or use much power at all. This has made you an outcast and social pariah all your life

However they don't call King Midoriya 'The Gentle' for nothing

His heart broke for you when he saw you begging outside his tent one evening

He took you in as his maid

It was quite the scandal but he has never been inappropriate

He is your best friend and you are his confidant

Everywhere he goes so do you

Thats how you end up in the hall of King Bakugou The Fire King of The North (his idea of course)

Everyone has always been afraid of King Bakugou, his wrath is the stuff of legend

"Breathe normally." Shasta, another servant, and a jealous one at that glares at you. King Midoriya's favoritism is lost on no one "if he hears you he'll know you're latent and he's not the most merciful King"

Being the runt or latent was taboo not an official law against it but the runs were usually left to fend for themselves and subjected to abuse and even banishment

You try to even out your breathing as you follow behind Midoriya into the tent

It smells like smoke and cinnamon, it comforts you which also confuses you, you're not sure why

You definitely never believed a runt or latent dragon could have a special mate of their own

There were no soul mates for them or soul bonds.

But Bakugoh had felt the shift before you even set foot in his tent

He didn't know how but he had sensed the presence of his mate

This excited him. He'd lived alone for hundreds of years, watching Deku and then Shoto both meet their mates

He had never given up the search but as the years drug on he began to lose hope

Until that sense washed over him

Excitement pounded through his veins as he sensed you getting closer

Kirishima tried to talk to him. But his eyes were fixed on the tent flap. Waiting.

When Midoriya walked upto Bakugou he took your hand, giving you a reassuring smile

You step forward, eyes downcast as you gripped his hand

You jump when King Bakugou let's out a low growl

Bakugou is pissed Deku is holding your hand

The moment his eyes landed on your soft form he knew

He wanted you to look up. To look at him. You have to know. You have to feel this shit too

"Hello Brother. You look well. I'm sorry to come to you like this but we have something very important to discuss." Bakugou clicked his tongue, never taking his eyes off you

"I brought my hand maid Y/N with me. She wasn't here last time, she was ill. But two days ago was the day of her birthing. I know its custom here for an annointing. So....would you?"

He really hates having to do annointings. But this one he doesn't complain once

He reaches over and grabs the basin with oil in it as Deku guides you over infront of the throne Bakugou sits in

Its covered in animal hide with large rib bones of some animal sticking out the top and curving towards them like sharp fingernails

Bakugou taps your chin

The moment his skin touches yours you flinch and he hisses

You both feel warmth shoot through you

You don't want to believe it. It can't be true

"Hey." His voice is gruff but not as terrifying as before. "Look at me little one."

You lift your eyes, inhaling sharply when you finally look at him

Something shifts and settles

You both just know

Bakugou smiles, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand

"Much better." He brings your wrist to his lips, opens his mouth and bites down gently

Deku gasps and everyone else in the tent whispers frantically

What Bakugou had done was very intimate

Sacred even

Something you do when you lay claim on your mate

"You're mine." Bakugou whispers, his lips turned up slightly at the ends, not a real smile but he's trying. "You know this now?"

You're reeling. You never, ever thought you'd be anything but runt trash. Then King Midoriya shows mercy to you and now...

You smile as he brings the back of your hand to his nose and sniffs, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in your scent

"Yes my King"

Bakugou nearly fucking purrs at that

[wonhoarctic]

bad girl | chae hyungwon

word count: 1.8K

genre: yandere, smut

pairing: hyungwon x sub!fem!reader

a/n: uh... hi!! so, this is something that i wasn't even going to write, but after a nsfw video popped in my twitter tl, i took out the idea and turned it into a mean dom hyungwon smut (also, think of love killa stages hyungwon while reading) with some yandere content bc i am a h o e for yandere things, ah, i'm currently working on my other requests, so, you can always check my schedule spreadsheet to see the actual progress of my work in there!! stay safe, and hope you like it!!

contains: mean dom hyungwon punishing his lover/obsession, so........ smut galore, like, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, teasing, toys, very light spanking, filthy language, ah, mentions of the words 'master and sir', unprotected sex, creampie and size kink (it doesn't mean reader is shorter than him, just that his demeanor self makes her feel like this)...... yeah, those things, but it also have some yandere content, like, being obsessed with someone, extra jealous, not letting them go out, and etc, so, if you don't like it, feel free not to read!!

you were sulking for the past two days about him not letting you go to your ex classmate's birthday party, so, the best option you had in mind to go was escaping from your own house, without even thinking about your sleeping boyfriend missing your presence

it took exact three minutes for him to find out you've left the bed, but as you were dressing up and doing your makeup, he pretended to sleep all the time, he wanted to see how far you'd go knowing his rules and obviously breaking them

hyungwon has always been a calm dom, but also extra kinky, passionate and caring, he did a whole contract to seal your relationship, except for his huge jealous of you, he didn't had much rules, but don't hiding things from him or escaping home were some of them

letting out an irritated huff, he got up at the moment he heard the door closing, also going to dress up himself, choosing his best suit, aka the suit that always got you needy for him, he fixed his long hair and got his shoes, just to go out to the party's location

parking his car near to your classmate's house, he eyed you with a cup of soda in hand, wearing a short dress while dancing with some friends, feeling angry, hyungwon started to enter the party, the host immediately letting him in, probably recognizing hyungwon from one of you social media's pictures

"hello, love, am i too late?" he cooed, hugging you from behind, who got instantly pale knowing that hyungwon was there

"h-hi baby, no...... you're not" you murmured, turning around so you could give him a peck, understanding that he wanted to show around that he was your boyfriend... and you were tense just by the thought of him making things bloody if any guy tried to take a hint on you, even if you're not interested

when a slow music started to play, he took you to dance with him, holding you close tightly

"it was an error to think i wasn't going to notice that your warmth was gone from the bed, y/n" he chuckled lightly "you've broke at least two of my rules... do you want me to make you read the contract again, baby? or... can we go straight away to your punishment?" his voice was deeper, so deep you barely recognize it

"you always say that, and nothing happens" you smirked, knowing that it was probably going to piss him even more, and you were content to hear his lough sigh "you could be meaner to me, you know? you're a weak dom" you were more than content to act as a brat, you wanted him to be meaner than usual, you wanted, no, you needed, that punishment

"why are you acting that bratty today, baby?" if hyungwon was pissed, he hid it really well, as he continued extremely calm and still chuckling "be careful, because i might me more that you can handle..." he said against your ear, in that deep and husky voice again, and if you said you weren't getting wet just by the thought of him punishing you, it'd be a lie

the two of you left the party because you had a 'headache' and needed to go back home to rest, but you knew at home things would be different, and you'd probably sleep after the sunrise

entering your apartment, the first thing you felt was your figure trapped against his body, turning you on even more just by the thought that hyungwon's demeanor self made you feel so small against him

"what is it? master's precious little kitten don't seem to be that bold now..." he rasped onto your ear "are you going to be good to me, baby?" while he was speaking, the tall man peppered kisses all over your neck and jaw, littering you also with licks and possessive marks

"y-yes sir..." you sighed when he got onto a sensitive point of your neck, while his hands were on your drenching panties

"are you that wet from just a little teasing, sweetheart?" he laughed, literally caressing your womanhood with his hand, feeling your wetness spread over your panties, making you moan "and as much as i'd love to treat you like master's good kitten, i think you deserve to be treated as my little dirty whore, as you disobeyed me just to go to that idiot's party..." you thought you'd cry just from him doing that to you "poor y/n... you wanted so bad to go to that party, when you could've stayed home and be rewarded for being a good girl..." he said, still playing with your aching clit through your panties "but now, you'll not be allowed to cum..."

you could barely hear his words, bringing him closer so you could kiss him, and hyungwon was making out so dirty with you, while playing with your panties, that you were not able to hold your orgasm, coming as you felt his tongue exploring your mouth in a messy way

"you came, doll?" his tone was mocking you, chuckling darkly as you nodded, ashamed of not holding it as he told you to "you're definitely a bad girl, baby... come and bend over my lap, now" he ordered, and you did as he told, expecting a praise or something

you expected a lot for someone in your position, because hyungwon didn't even mentioned you obeying him, his hand just came down really hard onto one of your butt cheeks, making you yelp in surprise

"i hope you learn how to listen to me, doll" he caressed your ass, taking your clothes and panties off with some difficult because of the position, leaving you only in your bra as he came back to caress you "i want you to count until 10, and if you stop counting, i'll start again. understood?"

"y-yes, sir" you almost screamed when he started to spank you again, tears teasing your waterline from the force of it, but you kept counting, until he reached 10, finally stopping

"enough" he said for himself, gently kissing your forehead before laying you on the bed, hovering your body "this time, if i feel that you're close, i'll stop... okay?" consent was important even between a punishment, so when you nodded, he rushed to a toy box, while looking at your naked frame

you couldn't help but stay there, laying curiously as hyungwon mumbled to himself about what should he use with you, remembering to stay still, even when handcuffs were put on your arms and legs, forcing you to stay open for him

you were not sure about him holding a clean and new makeup brush, and seeing your confused face, hyungwon neared you, leaving a small peck in your lips, before running the brush bristles through your folds, earning a long moan from you

"you like that, kitten?" he teased, still doing that painfully slow movements with the brush, using its handle to tease your core sometimes, sending you almost over the edge

"please, p-please, sir..." you begged, hearing his maniac laugh, which made you shiver down your spine "please, let me cum, i'll be a good girl, i promise"

but suddenly, his movements stopped, leaving you there, whining pathetically, and as soon as you thought, a vibrator was at your core, and your legs were suddenly closed, and sealed with his belt, so you'd be in place

"you wanted so bad to get your release.... that i think you'd love to lay here, just cumming over and over..." he said, getting distance from you, who started to whine from the sensitivity, feeling the orgasm coming

"no, sir!" you moaned loudly as you came, almost crying when he left the room, leaving you there, being overstimulated by the toy

about an hour later, hyungwon came back, and watched you cum for the fifth time, almost crying from the pain, even if the pleasure was high

"enough" was all he said, and you almost screamed from happiness, knowing that probably, the next thing you'd feel was his dick, but no

hyungwon pulled out a pink dildo from the box, and placed in front of you

"can you stay in all fours and fuck yourself with this for your master, my kitten?" he stroked your hair lazily, before going back to his chair, watching you get into the position

as you started to tease your slit and core with the tip of the dildo, hyungwon felt himself grow even harder if possible, almost cumming just from the view of you pushing the toy inside your throbbing and sensitive wet pussy

when he felt you near again, hyungwon took the toy away, making you whine

"you don't need to whine, princess..." he kissed your neck, taking off his pants and underwear, so you could felt his hardened member rubbing slightly in your ass "instead, wouldn't you like master's cock making you cum, hm?" you felt his tip teasing your slit up and down, making sure to brush in your sensitive clit

"yes!" you moaned loudly "yes, please, sir! make me cum, i beg you!" and there you go, his long and slightly thick cock was burried inside you, filling your cunt with every single one of his medium pace stokes

you were almost on the edge, and he felt that as your walls tightened, and he started to moan a little louder than the low groans he was making before, and the tightness making himself near to his orgasm approach

"would you like if i filled your pretty little pussy of yours with my cum, hm?" he asked, grabbing a handful of your hair, and you almost screamed as your high approached even more with his roughness

"y-yes, please! fill me up, sir!" you moaned, your high washing over your body

it took more five strokes for him to come too, moaning loudly, and filling you up with his sticky cum

"good girl" he said as he pushed his flaccid cock out of your cunt "i hope it worked as a lesson for you to know what happens if you try to escape again" pushing you to a hug, hyungwon kissed your forehead

"are you sore, kitten? do you need something?" he asked, stroking your hair, as your trembling body started to relax at his touches

"no, sir, i'm just a little sore on the ass" you said tiredly but letting a little laugh, almost sleeping with his touches

"i'll prepare the bathtub so i can wash you, and then, we proceed with rubbing some lotion into your ass, okay? then, i'll order something tasty for us to eat, and we can cuddle to sleep" he kissed you "but for now, sleep well, my good little kitten" he said, covering you with the blankets

[wangxianficrecs]

The Election Collection (as if 2020 isn’t hard enough)

WangxianFicRecs Presents:

The Election Collection (as if 2020 isn’t enough) 

 ***If the links don’t work for you, try reading this post about a work-around:  https://wangxianficrecs.tumblr.com/post/633343850886365184/what-you-can-do-if-the-links-dont-work

These are stressful times, my darlings, and while xanax and alcohol are certainly an escape, I like to have a somewhat healthier option in reserve.  We have one week to go before life in the U.S. will/will not end, and it’ll probably drag on forever after that, so, here, have enough fic to last you a full month.

Not every fic in this compilation is fluff (like, I wouldn’t call sickfics fluff, necessarily), but all of them make me feel better in some way.  This list is waaay long -- ohmygawd it’s got 88 works in it -- so I’m actually going to tuck it behind a read more.  I broke it up into categories, which are in alphabetical order (the works themselves are in no order whatsoever):

bunnies | feel good fic | goofy students in love | happy-making | harlequin/white knight | homesteading | humor | kid fic | sickfic/caretaking | time travel fix-it.

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~*~ bunnies ~*~

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The Bunny Next Door by detailsinthefabric (E, 43k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe…

“Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?”

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Lan Wangji, who doesn't know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door...oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.

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it’s you, it was always you by myung (G, 8k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  In which Lan Zhan can turn into a bunny and Wei Ying is the fool who loves him.

*Based on a Tumblr post: “The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail; the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them. You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key. Secondary plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.”

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love & longing, rabbit edition. by jaws_3 (G, 18k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji makes a (minor) miscalculation and gets turned into a rabbit. He then makes the (ridiculous!) mistake of seeking Wei Ying out for help.

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everybody lives because i said so by Mayarene Rose (Paradise_of_Mary_Jane) (G, 46k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan has taken to visiting the Yiling as often as he can, bringing as many rabbits as he can carry.

It is not against the sect rules so there's no reason for him to feel guilty about it. And after all, he made a promise.

Or the one where Lan Zhan sneakily moves into the Burial Mounds and this may or may not have helped stop a lot of bad things from happening.

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an armful of warmth by Alaceron (G, 11k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  In the winter, 10 years after the death of the Yiling Patriarch, Professor Lan Wangji finds an injured rabbit at the edge of the school grounds.

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nothing so sweet as a bunny by jaws_3 (G, 15k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian turns himself into a rabbit. It’s mostly an accident.

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~*~ feel good fic ~*~

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crying like a fire in the sun by cl410 (T, 10k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian leaves the Jiang Sect after he's ejected from the Cloud Recesses lectures, unable to bear Madam Yu's abuse towards him and his siblings any longer. 

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❤️Candy & Conspiracies by cl410 (T, 16k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  “Wei Wuxian is the son of two rogue cultivators who recently died on a night-hunt,” his mother explained. “We are taking him in as a favor to a friend.”

At least it wasn’t another surprise half-sibling.

It did not take long for Jin Zixuan to reconsider. Wei Wuxian was a gremlin, brought to Koi Tower for the sole purpose of driving Jin Zixuan into insanity.

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Cave Survival (or: how the Xuanwu cave could have gone) by cerbykerby (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Why,” Lan Wangji said each word in sheer agony, “are you not decent?”

“My clothes are wet,” Wei Wuxian answered. “If I don’t take them off, I run the risk of freezing to death. Don’t you live up in the mountains? I thought you’d know about the dangers of the cold.”

“I do.” Lan Wangji looked absolutely tortured, staring at the cave wall. “So long as there’s a heat source and your clothes are no longer soaking wet, you can put them back on.”

Wei Wuxian made a face. “But I just got dry. I don’t want to put damp pants back on.”

“Wei Ying!”

“Alright, alright, fine! But just the pants.”

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An alternate version of the events in the Cave of the Tortoise of Carnage. All the cheesy romantic tropes. All of them. ALL. Basically an excuse to write Lan Wangji panicking and Wei Wuxian being oblivious.

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❤️Where the nightingales are singing, and a white moon beams. by Moominmammashandbag (M, 33k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan WangJi was married off when he was young, at the whim of the Emperor of the time, to a boy he hardly knew. They lived in the same house for less than two months.

He was still married, though that boy had been dead for thirteen years. It seemed quite clear to him that he was still married.

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Stay Right Here and Hide by etymologyplayground (T, 3k, wangxian)  my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian has always wanted Lan Wangji to look at him.

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❤️ Demonic Cultivator’s Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods by FayJay (E, 25k, wangxian, sangcheng) my post here.

Summary:  Written for the Reverse Big Bang Challenge, to illustrate the beautiful art work below, by Saph0000 (qr-sa on tumblr).

Her prompt was to write something about WWX and LWJ ascending to become deities; I took the liberty of slightly crossing over MDZS with Heaven Official’s Blessing for the worldbuilding, and set myself the goal of bringing a smile to the faces of Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen.

So: a story in which the newly-ascended bunny gods set out to give Jiang Cheng’s love life a boost, and find a way of cheering up Lan Xichen along the way.

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A Lot’s Gonna Change by etymologyplayground (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Are you each other’s beards?” Wei Ying guesses, mostly joking.

Lan Zhan says, “I don’t know what that means.”

Wen Qing says, “Yes.” Then, to Lan Zhan, she says, “It’s what we’re doing.”

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What’s even better than attending the wedding of someone you hate? Being the bartender at the wedding of someone you hate.

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And They Were Quarantined by thunderwear (E, 49k, 3 works (complete), wangxian, 3zun) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji didn’t look out across the other apartment building often, but now, as he scooped up his escaped rabbit, he looked over only to see a piece of paper taped to the window of the apartment across from him. It was written on purple construction paper in big block letters, like a child had written it.

WHAT’S YOUR BUNNY’S NAME???

And they were quarantined.

Oh my god, they were quarantined.

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sentimental education by everythingispoetry (G, 5k, wangxian, nielan, xuanli) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Qiren is the worst of them all.

(And he won’t let the lack of his own success at love hinder him. He is not above using the teenagers at disposal.)

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Life by scifigeek14 (T, 66k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: A wedding is proposed for a practical reason… mostly practical… what wouldn’t be practical about marrying the person who you love most in the world? Especially if it could save some lives along the way? And if the end result is a huge family, well… that’s just Life.

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of all that is tender and good by SoManyJacks (M, 8k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  After half a year traveling as cultivation partners, Lan WangJi has something to say.

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❤️To be of use by Erisette (not rated (I’d say G), 53k, lan wangji & lan sizhui, wangxian in spirit, although wwx hasn’t showed up yet) my post here.

Summary:  Love was not forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, despite what was whispered by the common people and, often, even by the other great sects.

(Or: how Lan Wangji became both a father and the object of worship to a generation of juniors in 13 easy steps 13 long years)

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❤️ Senseless by carolyncaves (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian will leave Cloud Recesses to wander the great wide world, and in a year or two, he’ll return with a head full of stories so he can tell Lan Zhan all about the interesting places and people of the world he’s missing while he’s cooped up as Chief Cultivator.

That’s his plan, anyway, truly.

He just doesn’t actually seem to be managing to get any farther away.

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And the world's alright with me by so_shhy (E, 13k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:   Wei Ying has been feeling like a grey, wrung-out, mildewed dishrag for a week when Lan Zhan slopes in from a trip to the store looking blank-faced and awkward and sets a pregnancy test down on the kitchen counter.

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❤️ A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (T, 31k, series, zhuiling, background wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “And,” said one of the pompous ministers, “there’s the matter of a marriage to consider as well!”

Jin Ling, who at the beginning of that sentence had expected to slam into the very last wall of his patience and lose his temper entirely, paused. “A what?”

Thing was… it wasn’t such a bad idea.

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Rumor Doesn’t Have It (But Wei Wuxian Is Determined to Change That) by misscam (M, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  The picture of himself and Lan Zhan that the gossip and rumors are painting is alluring, tempting, captivating – in love, together, kissing, sleeping together every night - oh, how captivating. A far better picture than Wei Wuxian sitting in a inn missing Lan Zhan with every breath after three weeks at Nie Huaisang’s whining about how much he missed Lan Zhan and yet not quite daring to do something about it; meanwhile Lan Zhan is being His Excellency and making the cultivation world hopefully better, but on his own, possibly missing Wei Wuxian as well. (Hopefully missing him, Wei Wuxian is selfish enough to think.)

Maybe it’s time to be a little daring – and make the rumors come true, one at a time.

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❤️The Yiling Wei Clan by scifigeek14 (G, 45k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji stays in Yiling with Wei Wuxian and helps him build his home and family.

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Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 20k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: When his brother had sent him the appointment confirmation, Lan Wangji had assumed it had been for Lan Xichen’s oft-praised and highly recommended acupuncturist.

It is not, he soon found out—standing inside the lobby of a studio lit by soft, warm light and faced with a beautiful man in well-worn, rumpled clothing and with a lopsided bun on top of his head, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket and wearing no shoes at all—an acupuncturist.

“Cuddle therapy,” Lan Wangji says, his voice drawn carefully flat over the overwhelming panic welling up inside his belly. He had not thought his brother so cruel. This must be some sort of horrible mistake. —– In which Wei Wuxian cuddles people for money, Lan Xichen takes matters into his own hands, and Lan Wangji is doomed.

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❤️with you, I am home by tellthemstories (M, 47k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “I can’t go back home alone, Lan Zhan.”

Wei Wuxian gets a summons to return to Lotus Pier for marriage proposals. To avoid this, he convinces Lan Zhan to come with him and pretend to be his cultivation partner.

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❤️Shifting Suspicion by scifigeek14 (T, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When Wei Wuxian’s paperman escapes Jin Guangyao’’s hidden room, rather than waiting for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to call him out, Jin Guangyao goes on the offensive and Wei Wuxian is forced to create an alibi on the fly.

An AU from episode 41 of the live action.

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❤️ anyway, here’s wuji by kakikaeru (T, 18k, lan jingyi & lan wangji, zhuiyi, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  The melody gets a little clearer when he breaks out of the trees, and Jingyi changes course with certainty, barreling down the back hill and through the Cloud Recesses, dodging scandalized disciples left and right. He throws open the doors to the Receiving Hall without announcement and bows nearly double, eyes on the floor instead of on the shocked faces of the Mei delegation and the impenetrable gaze of the Chief Cultivator.

“Forgive this disciple,” Jingyi shouts, because he’s going to get punished for rule breaking regardless. “From the back hill, Hanguang-jun, there is a song in the wind!”

Lan Jingyi comes of age.

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~*~ goofy students in love ~*~

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❤️ A Wedding of Choice by scifigeek14 (T, 17k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When Wei Wuxian asked Lan Zhan to tie his headband to his wrist he didn’t know the connotations. But, Lan Zhan fully knew that his actions would result in a wedding.

Set as a happy au/canon divergence starting at the Cold Pond Cave scene. Instead of some Yin Metal, Lan Zhan gets a new guquin and a new fiancé.

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Losing My Mind by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  On a drunken dare, Jiang Cheng drinks a potion that allows him to hear other people’s lustful thoughts. It’s just his luck that he’s stuck in close vicinity with the guy who is completely and utterly besotted with his idiot brother.

One thing’s for certain - there is no way he’s leaving this with his sanity intact.

(Or, where Jiang Cheng has a lot of regrets, Lan Wangji is having an ongoing sexuality crisis, and Wei Wuxian is as oblivious as ever).

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❤️ You Are My Euphoria by tangerinechar (M, 18k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  This odd new push and pull between them is something Wei Wuxian is just discovering, and he’s also discovered that he likes the ideas it gives him - hug Lan Zhan, run your fingers along his arms, get him to look at you, say your name - the simple light that being with Lan Wangji brings to his life, the feeling that he could smile forever if Lan Wangji stood by his side.

Wei Wuxian arrives at the Cloud Recesses, breaks at least seven rules, and gets his heart stolen by the prettiest boy he’s ever met, in that exact order.

Or; 5 times Wei Wuxian smiled at Lan Wangji, and 1 time Lan Wangji smiled back.

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❤️Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding (G, 14k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian grins. “I’m going to use this summer to seduce Zewu-jun, and I’m going to get his brother to help me do it.”

Or: To win his bet against Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian has to kiss Lan Xichen. Who better to ask advice from than Lan Zhan?

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talk sense (to a fool) by Turtles (M, 2k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s PDA is driving everyone crazy

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How Wei Ying Went from Oblivious Idiot to Shameless Boyfriend in Three Days by misscam (T, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “If you give him some relationship advice and I help him with flirting, we’ll get Lan Zhan his heart’s desire in no time!” Wei Wuxian says boldly, and Lan Xichen rubs his temples as if he’s having a headache. “What?”

“… I have offered him relationship advice,” Lan Xichen says finally, slowly, giving Wei Wuxian a look. “I believe the object of his affections is oblivious to his feelings despite numerous gestures.”

“What an idiot,” Wei Wuxian declares, and Lan Xichen looks downright pained. “Don’t worry, Lan Xichen, between your good advice and my excellent tutoring, we’ll make certain Lan Zhan’s affections will be clear to even the most oblivious.”

“… I certainly hope so,” Lan Xichen says after a moment, looking down at the counter and sighing.

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Unable To Stay Away by Waterrain (E, 23k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  AU: ABO Verse. 15 Year Old Omega!Wei WuXian (wears a ring which masks his scent into smelling like an Alpha) and Alpha!Jiang Cheng go to visit the Cloud Recesses for a year. Wei WuXian at the Lotus Pier does not wear a ring to cover his scent up, but Jiang Fengmian informed him the ring must be worn or else he won’t be able to go with Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses. At the Cloud Recesses there is an handsome and cold Alpha known to be able to resist any Omega in heat with ease. (I have a Sequel for Unable To Stay Away and it is named Let’s Always Be Together)

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❤️ unabashed indecency by quags1re T, 25k, WIP -- READ IT ANYWAY!!!, wangxian)  my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng glances down at Wei Wuxian’s notes, which have tiny doodles of Lan Wangji and many variations of Lan Wuxian drawn into the margins. “Holy shit,” he gasps, unable to contain his glee. ... wei wuxian falls at 15.

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❤️tame by rikke (M, 12k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: After the Xuanwu Cave incident, Wei WuXian wakes up back in Lotus Pier with one hand clutching Lan WangJi and the other hand clutching…an egg?

in which wwx and lwj accidentally hatch a baby xuanwu

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Caught Red-Handed by ExtraPenguin (T, 895, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian challenges Lan Wangji to a friendly duel. Then Lan Wangji’s relatives turn up and congratulate them on their nuptials. WTF?

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❤️Patience is (almost) a Virtue by Handmethatbing (T, 8k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  “Why now, Lan Zhan has come to see me,” he says, cutting into the crowd and going up and slightly leaning into Lan Wangji, who surprisingly doesn’t flinch at the almost-contact, “We slept together back when I was studying in Gusu, you see."

Wei Wuxian knows how fast a crowd clears out when you say something embarrassing out loud. The crowd mostly fizzles, tired and familiar of his antics than actually believing his words. Lan Wangji looks into nowhere and hums in his unbothered voice. "Mn.” The crowd fizzles faster. “Did you just – did you just play along? Feeling a bit adventurous today, are we?” Wei Wuxian cannot stop laughing. He would be lying if he says there aren’t wicked prank ideas already swimming in his head. No one believes his silly mischiefs anymore but what if the Second Jade of Lan backs him up? What a riot.

An innocent Lan Wangji visits Yunmeng and partakes in Wei Wuxian’s usual fuckery but things spiral out of control.

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~*~ happy making ~*~

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❤️ The Beast of Gusu by Netrixie (M, 212k, wangxian, nielan) my post here.

Summary:  A world where I went, “What if Wei Ying was a wolf?” and then ran with it. We’ve got wangxian, nielan, fluff and angst, soft!boys and A-Yuan. You’ll want to get comfortable, because part 1 is 150k words :)

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❤️The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (T, 20k wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?”

“Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.”

“There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly.

In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian’s reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It’s… surprisingly effective.

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❤️ to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Lan WangJi is not sure he can bear meeting with a matchmaker yet again, but at the same time, if he wasn’t going to care deeply about the person he was going to marry, he could just as well have settled for Wei Wuxian six years ago .”

or, Lan WangJi goes to a Discussion Conference and his soulmate is there. His soulmate, whom he doesn’t love.

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~*~ harlequin/white knight ~*~

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❤️this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Framed by the soft morning light, sleek hair swept back and pale blue robes not even slightly rumpled, he looks almost inhuman.

He looks like the last person who should be knocking on Wei Wuxian’s door.

In which Wei Wuxian is a curse worker secretly searching for a lost dragon, Lan Wangji is his new assistant, and the two things may not be entirely unrelated.

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❤️save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, and also lan wangji & jin zixuan) my post here.

Summary:  In which Lan Qiren and Jin Guangshao are conspicuously terrible, Lan Wangji decides to fake-date Wei Wuxian about it, and literally no braincells are consulted.

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❤️hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 24k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

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❤️The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 71k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  It’s a really unfortunate thing, developing a crush on your husband. Wei Ying had assumed this would be easy. Lan Zhan had been so icy and unpleasant to him, it had never occurred to him that he might end up spending the next however many years with this dumb, burning feeling in his chest whenever he looks at him.

“Okay,” says Wei Ying. “But tell me if I…if the pretending gets to be too hard, okay?”

“It will not,” says Lan Zhan, quietly certain.

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❤️Love wakes me by dea_liberty (E, 43k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  It starts with a bet. All mistakes, Wei Wuxian thinks, start with a bet.

It’s starts with a bet and ends with Wei Wuxian losing everything.

Nine years ago, Wei Wuxian made a bet with disastrous consequences. Now, he is part-owner of the popular and eclectic Yiling Cafe, years and miles away from his old life, making the best of things and trying to leave the past where it belongs. When Lan Wangji walks into his cafe by accident, Wei Wuxian finds himself doing what he thought he’d never do again; reclaiming some small part of his past, and hoping for a future he’d given up as lost.

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❤️ the best of you by sysrae (E, 42k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When Jin Zixuan calls in a favour, Lan Wangji ends up renting his spare room to Wei Wuxian.

It doesn’t go how any of them expected.

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~*~ homesteading ~*~

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wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:   Wei Ying leaves. He follows.

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To Do With You What Spring Does With Cherry Trees by sfbluestocking (M, 37k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  It’s all well and good to, on the spur of the moment, in driving rain, in the middle of the night, romantically run away with the man you love—because of course he loves Wei Wuxian, though he hasn’t said it aloud yet—on a noble quest to rescue and preserve the survivors of an atrocity, but at some point you have to consider the logistics of that preservation.

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the exception proves the rule by defractum (nyargles) (T, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Ying laughs shakily. “I’m glad you’re behind me on this single-plank bridge. I was prepared to do it alone, you know.”

“Not behind,” says Lan Wangji, heart in his mouth as he dares to say it.

“What?”

“Not behind you. Beside you. On the single-plank bridge.”

Wei Ying straightens up, his lips twitching. “That makes no sense, Lan Zhan. It’s a single plank, there isn’t room for both of us to walk across side-by-side.”

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The canon divergence where Lan Wangji stands in the rain with an umbrella and looks into Wei Ying’s eyes and follows him.

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Claiming Life from Death by MarbleGlove (E, 24k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary (Part 1):  The Wen refugees in the Burial Mounds settlement survive, but it was always going to be a struggle. Wei WuXian lives with the dead as much as he does with the living, but even in the deep shadows, there is the potential for joy.

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Until It’s Dark by suzvoy (M, 121k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan finds out.

It changes everything.

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~*~ humor ~*~

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Marital Prospects by Vamillepudding (G, 19k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Jin Ling's birth is the happiest occasion of Jin Zixuan's life. But every gold spoon has some rust: Wei Wuxian has taken up residence too. However, Jin Zixuan has a fool-proof plan to get Wei Wuxian out of his life for good: he's going to find him a spouse. And he's got the perfect person in mind: Nie Mingjue.

Lan Wangji has resigned himself to losing the love of his life without saying a word.

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Patient came so hard from prostate exam he kicked me in the dick by Hades_the_Blingking (E, 17k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan's puritanical life is thrown into sudden, sinful chaos when one especially handsome doctor gives him a prostate exam and he busts a surprise nut. Mortified, Lan Zhan is consoled by the fact that he will never see this harbinger of anal pleasure again... until one fateful night. Cue a matchmaking brother, cue a bad excuse for a lie, and cue things not turning out as embarrassing and terrible as they seem between one Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan.

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Cut sleeve (m/m), slow burn, pining (lots of pining) by Lucky_Moony (T, 6k, wangxian, zhuiyi) my post here.

Summary:  Nothing to see here, just Lan Jingyi writing fanfiction about his favorite ship: Wangxian.

Or

How Lan Sizhui discovered his best friend was writing romantic stories about his parents.

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❤️A Match Made In Heaven by Ariana (T, 38k, WIP -- don’t let that stop you!,  wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  After getting fed up once and for all with Wei Wuxian getting into trouble, Madam Yu decides it’s time to call in the matchmaker.

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vinegar jug by dandelion_san (G, 8k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian gains a taste of first love for the future Lan Wangji, following him like an adoring puppy.

The present Lan Wangji chugs vinegar and tries his best not to kill his future self, or Jiang Cheng.

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❤️Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 45k WIP -- READ IT ANYWAY, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  In which Mo XuanYu’s spell get’s stolen by a not-so-random girl, and so begins Wei WuXian’s hilarious journey of fighting monsters, solving mysteries, raising children, and finding true love (or at least acknowledging it’s existence) while trying not to kill everyone who calls him ugly to his face.

And really, he knew Lan Zhan had the potential to be lady killer but this is way too much!!

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The Nie Sect Discussion Conference That No One, Ever, Will Discuss Again. by mondengel (2k, No Rating (I’d give it a G), wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Qiren sits at the head table at the latest Discussion Conference and makes an observation.

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The Great Bathtub Conspiracy by pupeez4eva (M, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji keep breaking bathtubs, and the Juniors come up with the obvious explanation - someone is clearly tampering with them in an attempt to torment the Yiling Patriarch. Obviously they need to do something about this; no one is allowed to mess with their Senior Wei.

(Someone really needs to tell them that there is no huge conspiracy going on, and that Wangxian are really just that enthusiastic).

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A Flower in Bloom (or Wei Wuxian Crashes a Party) by UmbrellaMartialGod (E, 30k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  If everyone really thought that Wei Wuxian was going to wait around during the New Year for Lan Wangji to come home when there was an entire party happening at Carp Tower, they had another thing coming.

All he needed was a good disguise.

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it goes like this by moonsteps (T, 15k, wangxian, background sangcheng) my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng is staring at him with wide eyes. “You met your soulmate today and didn’t tell me?”

Wei Wuxian stops. “What?” he asks, not quite understanding. “What are you talking about? No, I didn’t?”

“You idiot,” Jiang Cheng spits, holding his hand out to point directly at Wei Wuxian’s wrist. “Your timer!”

Oh.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes dart down, and his heart stops.

(Or, Wei Wuxian finds that he has no idea who his soulmate is. Enter Lan Wangji, resident unapproachable genius, who suddenly requests to be his lab partner.)

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❤️Questions at Dusk by ExtraPenguin (E, 18k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  An encounter with the Xuanwu of Slaughter leaves Lan Wangji with an ability he didn’t realize he could gain. Wei Wuxian is left to take responsibility, and the Wen sect’s threat still looms on the horizon.

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Hiding Place by HanguangMoon (T, 26k, chengyi) my post here.

Summary:  Jingyi only realizes that he’s staring when Sect Leader Jiang turns to look back at him with narrowed eyes and an annoyed expression. Jingyi gulps but can’t look away. Their eyes meet, and Jingyi panics.

And then he realizes that he’s been pouring hot water on his boots for the past five seconds, panics more, and manages to brush the teapot, teacups, and tray crashing to the floor with the edge of his sleeve.

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~*~ kid fics ~*~

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❤️Something Yet to Learn by Glitterbombshell (T, 37k, wangxian, 4 works, series Joy In the Midst of These Things in progress) my post here.

Summary:  “Wei Wuxian,” the man grits out, and he pauses with one hand reaching for the door handle. The disciple who had come in to speak to Lan Qiren brushes past him and exits the pavilion without a backwards glance. Wei Wuxian turns back to Master Lan, one eyebrow tilting up in question. “An urgent matter has come up,” Lan Qiren says, every word sounding like it’s being forcibly dragged from him. “His Excellency requests my presence. Their current instructor is ill, I was meant to take over classes for today,” he continues, gesturing towards the tiny juniors. He swallows heavily, and the next sentence sounds bitter. Choked. “I cannot leave them unattended.”

Wei Wuxian just blinks at him.

Or

Wei Wuxian is asked (under duress) to babysit a class of tiny Lan cultivators for just a few minutes. A few minutes turns into an hour, turns into two hours, turns into an impromptu literal field trip and now there’s an entire class that is weeks ahead of their curriculum, their most junior disciples have apparently imprinted on Wei Wuxian like baby birds, and Lan Qiren has no one to blame but himself.

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Where the Lonely Ones Go by CSHfic, VSfic (T, 24k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  “When did you arrive?” Lan Zhan asks, but he’s looking at the child in Wei Wuxian's arms, and the question is clearly, who’s baby is this, and maybe, should I be concerned?

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Accidental (haunted) baby acquisition

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A Crying Shame by thunderwear (G, 16k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji gets emotionally blackmailed by a toddler. It somehow fixes everything.

“You two act like young parents with their first child,” Granny said after Lan Wangji ended up with Wen Yuan sleeping against his chest once again. “Not wanting to let him go or hear him cry.”

“Aw, but Granny, don’t we make a cute couple with our little one?” Wei Ying teased, tipping to the side to lay his head on Lan Wangji’s unoccupied shoulder.

Granny reached over and pinched Wei Ying’s cheek while Lan Wangji tried to pretend his heart wasn’t suddenly trying to pound out of his chest at how close Wei Ying was.

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Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (G, 43k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  The marketplace was too loud, too much, and Lan Zhan couldn’t breathe.

So he ran from his brother and uncle and hid in a back alley, which was not as empty as he thought.

Enter the dirtiest boy Lan Zhan had ever met - a boy who called himself Wei Ying.

(AKA Lan Zhan brings Wei Ying back to Cloud Recesses and this is their childhood as they grow up together)

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❤️Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, jiang cheng & wei wuxian, wangxian, background zhuiling) my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother.

To his surprise, he discovers he’s become an uncle again… several times over.

Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?!

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❤️ever a part of me by AlotikaWolf, RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus) (E, 53k, series (series ongoing), wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  AU formed by AlotikaWolf and me! ABO-verse, mostly canon-compliant AU where omega Mo Xuanyu was unknowingly pregnant when he sacrificed his body. What follows is a bunch of misunderstandings, Wei Wuxian constantly giving Lan Wangji heart attacks, a second helping of angst, and plenty of Wangxian cuddles~

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Holding the world in my hands by Lucky_Moony (T, 64k, wangxian, sangcheng) my post here.

Summary:  The Yiling Patriarch has often claimed that if he could bear a little Master Lan for his husband, he would do so. When the impossible finally happens, Wei Wuxian and his husband are over the moon as they get ready for the arrival of their little one.

When Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng’s secret love affair is exposed in the most dramatic way, Jiang Cheng starts to question his feelings for his longtime friend. Could he be in love with the Headshaker? If so, will Nie Huaisang ever agree to take him back after he messed up so royally?

Meanwhile, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi are planning to unite their lives, but wedding planning turns out to be way more complicated than they thought it would be at first…

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❤️The Three Jades of Lan by IceBreeze (T, 37k, series with 5 works, WIP, incomplete -- READ IT ANYWAY) my post here.

Summary: “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look!” Wei Ying did a twirl. “I’m the same as you now! Am I pretty? Say Lan Zhan, am I pretty?”

Huan muffled a laugh behind his sleeve as A-Zhan said “Mn,” eyes never once leaving Wei Ying. There was something a little like awe in his stare, like Wei Ying was the only one in the world to him at that moment, and if Huan hadn’t already known that his little brother cared deeply for Wei Ying then that look would have been all the confirmation he needed.

(If A-Zhan knew what marriage and romance was beyond the vague explanations he’d heard then he’d probably already be courting Wei Ying, with all the dogged determination he shows everything he puts his mind to. It’s adorable, and Huan supports it wholeheartedly, no matter what direction it heads in the end).

Or: an AU Wei Wuxian is taken in by the Lan clan instead of the Jiangs.

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❤️Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, jiang cheng & wei wuxian, wangxian, background zhuiling) my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother.

To his surprise, he discovers he’s become an uncle again… several times over.

Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?!

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soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan finds himself returning the smile. “Go home,” he urges gently, because it’s cold, and Wei Ying does not look like he’s dressed warmly enough to be out in the streets like this.

Wei Ying’s smile dims. “A-Ying sleeps here when it’s cold,” he tells Lan Zhan. “When it’s summer, A-Ying likes to stay by the pond!”

Lan Zhan frowns, looking at the alley around them. His stomach churns at the thought of leaving Wei Ying there. “Has Wei Ying eaten?”

(Or, the one where Wei Wuxian grows up in the Lan Sect.)

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~*~ sickfic/caretaking ~*~

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Red Flower With One Hundred Petals; Smoke Carried on the Blue Dusk Air by carolyncaves (T, 33k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian had been somewhere terrible for three months, and he was not well. Wangji was forbidden to leave Cloud Recesses, so Lan Xichen had come to Lotus Pier in his place.

Please, Xiongzhang, you must get him to agree to come to Gusu, whatever it takes.

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❤️the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 39k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When A-Yuan gets sick and Wen Qing doesn’t have the supplies she needs to properly treat him, Wei Wuxian can only think of one place to go for help.

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i don’t wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (T, 21k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian presses his fingers against Lan Zhan’s forehead, gently moving the ribbon, and sighs. “Lan Zhan, you have a fever.”

“I feel fine,” Lan Zhan says, a blatant lie.

Lan Wangji falls ill. Wei Wuxian worries.

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Then There’s No One There by etymologyplayground (T, 13k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Oh, and speaking of pretty boys,” Nie Huaisang says, turning back to Wei Wuxian’s unconscious form, “Don’t get me started on poor Second Master Lan. He’s pathetic without you, you should really see him. He’s practically in tears without you here to flirt with him! He’s mooning over your corpse like —”

“Nie Huaisang, that’s enough,” Lan Wangji snaps. He struggles with what to address first; the worst is that, “Wei Ying is not a corpse. Don’t say such things.”

“Sorry,” Nie Huaisang says. “But sitting there silently and willing him to wake up isn’t going to help, Hanguang-Jun. You want him to wake up, right? Then tell him why!” He whacks Lan Wangji’s shoulder lightly with his fan.

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Accidents Will Happen by mrsronweasley (E, 46k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian downs the cup of tea. “All right. Now, I’m fine.” He isn’t, though. The tea is a mild kind, the sort that Lan Zhan prefers before bed, but even so it makes his taste buds revolt. It’s only through sheer force of will that he doesn’t vomit a second time.

Fucking hell, who cursed him, and how soon can he kill them?

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Wei Wuxian finds himself in a whole new situation.

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they do not fall to earth by LtLJ (G, 2k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  A missing scene from episode 33.

The Zidian didn’t knock Wei Wuxian out of this body but it rattled his brain and turned his bones to jelly. This is a transformation, not a possession, and poor Mo Xuanyu is not coming back, no matter how many times Jiang Cheng whips Wei Wuxian.

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Wherever the Chaos by shadowsapiens (T, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: Perhaps it’s a fool’s goal to keep Wei Wuxian from hurting himself. Perhaps it’s enough to stand by his side, to put him back together when he breaks.

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Stay Right Here and Hide by etymologyplayground (T, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian has always wanted Lan Wangji to look at him.

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~*~ time travel fix-it ~*~

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oh they call us young and free (hold the golden gates open) by Treha (T, 11k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Before he was feared for massacring people by the four digits, before he was the master of a mountain built of corpses and rage, Wei Wuxian was just a wild child with dreams too big to hold. He set them aside to drag the sun down to the earth, then let them go when he took his last breath. There is no room for blooming stars when the night sky is filled with smoke and screams.

Except now there are fluffy rabbits in the hills, less fluffy but equally cute duckling disciples trailing behind him, and a loving husband on one side and a loving son on the other. Perhaps it is time he picked up those long forgotten dreams.

::In which it's another time-travel fic, except there's very little substance and far too much prose - but at least there's happy endings all around.

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Lan Zhan time travels to the Burial Mounds by JelloMarshmallowGlade (T, 4k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji time travels, to a point in time in which Wei Wuxian is suffering, alone, in the burial mounds. And what can he do but rescue him?

- "Uncle, I come with news of Wangji." Lan Xichen's face is strange, and Lan Qiren is suddenly feels a headache coming on. He has no idea what to expect of the forthcoming news. "Yes," He says, "What of Wangji?" Some townspeople said they caught sight of a figure in white, on a sword, flying, in the early hours of the morning. Leaving the Burial Mounds." 'The Burial Mounds? What did Wangji deem so important that he left without a word, and during curfew as well, to such an accursed place?' "Apparently, he had another with him." Lan Xichen tongue seems to trip over itself at this point, and his eyes are twitching near-imperceptivity by habit. "They were sharing a sword, and one seemed… injured." Lan Qiren nods impatiently. "Continue," He commands. "The other was wearing black and red robes. I have reason to believe that was…" There was an uncomfortable pause. "Wei Wuxian, uncle." Xichen finishes.

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Family by Quiet_crash (G, 57k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  The truth of the matter was that when it came to taking care of people and their problems, both he and Wei Ying were of one mind. However, whereas Lan Wangji was taught to care for himself as much as other people, Wei Ying, from early age, was taught that him having needs was burdensome. He disregarded his own pain with frightening ease and offered up evey part of himself for others to use with no reservation.

Thus, Lan Wangji made sure that his husband’s needs were never overlooked, his hurts never unadressed.

So it was that when they purified an ancient temple and its goddess benevolently offered them each a wish in return, Wei Ying asked for his family: for Jiang Cheng to never have lost his parents and his core, for Jiang Yanli to never have lost her husband and her own life because of him; Lan Zhan asked for Wei Ying.

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What Your Heart Desires by pupeez4eva (M, 8k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Needless to say, he soon realises that he hasn’t even scratched the surface of the strangest parts of this new world yet. Like the fact that there is a book based entirely on his life.

(Wherein Wei Wuxian is reborn into a world where everything is different, his entire life is part of a novel, and where his new mother is apparently its biggest fan).

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things happen, don’t ask by MarbleGlove (T, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Time travel from the outsider perspective mostly looks like you somehow missed *a lot* of character and relationship development.

AKA, that time sixteen-year-old Wei WuXian showed up at Cloud Recesses, took one look at Lan WangJi and declared, “That’s my future husband!” … and Lan WangJi said, “Mm.”

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Waiting by Morgana_avalon (G, 47k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  This story starts with Wei Ying falling to his death from that cliff at Nevernight. Of course he doesn’t die, or does he? When he finds himself at the jingshi where Wangji is kneeling in the snow, waiting for his mama to come back, Wei Ying wonders what he is nowadays; spirit, ghost, or human?

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❤️ Here Again (Spirits Rise, Unbroken) by TheDefenestrator (T, 74k, WIP - read it anyway!!!, wangxian) my post here.

or, Catharsis: The Fic

Summary: In which Wei Wuxian, shortly after being called into Mo Xuanyu’s body, is further forced into the past, where he proceeds to tumble his way into absolutely nailing a time travel fix-it.

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Looking at You Always, All Ways by Keysmashed (T, 29k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji thought it was just a dream but the pain of being pierced in the chest by his own sword, by his own self whose appearance was taller and older was too real. The ground under his feet disappeared and he fell, and fell, and continued falling until a voice he thought he would never hear again broke his fall and suddenly, he was no longer falling. It was the voice he had so dearly missed.

Wei Ying’s voice.

—-A Time Travel Fix-It where Lan Wangji goes back in time to his first fateful encounter with Wei Wuxian for a chance to rewrite history.

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❤️Just a Tiny Mistake by Dudette_Mal (T, 58k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  Wei WuXian makes a mistake and wakes up to find himself in the past. Sure, he has a headache, but Lan WangJi is still there and everybody he loves is still alive (or will still be born). This is absolutely fine.

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❤️Wangxian’s Time-Travelling Shenanigans by pupeez4eva (T, 13k, (series in progress) my post here.

Summary (Part 1):  “Wei Wuxian ignored Jiang Cheng’s hysterical yell, the whispers that had suddenly broke out around them, the scandalised looks of the Gusu Lan disciples — or the way Lan Qiren’s face paled in a mixture of shock and horror — and pulled back, peering into Lan Wangji’s face. His face which, Wei Wuxian suddenly realised with mounting dread, was a lot younger than he remembered it being.”Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji end up in their younger bodies mid-way through the events at Guanyin Temple. Wei Wuxian isn’t about to let a little issue like that — or the numerous other people surrounding them — stop him from confessing his love.

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❤️Fallen by Jaywalker_Holmes (M, 151k, wangxian)  my post here.

Summary:  A cultivation accident in the future destroys Mo XuanYu’s frail body and sends Wei WuXian’s soul back into the past, in his six-year-old body. This time, armed with the knowledge of his future self and his love for his beloved Lan WangJi, he decides to rewrite his destiny and protect those he loves. Will the YiLing Patriarch have a happier life this time?

[love-and-monsters]

Fake Dating pt. 2

M Faerie X F human reader, 6,405 words

This is a part two to this story. Elwain and his human are safely in the human world, dealing with things far more mundane than an assassination attempt. Both of them are adjusting to the new life and to each other. Very fluffy, with some caretaking. I was in a very romantic mood while writing this and I think you can tell.

Content notes: mentions of parents trying to kill their child, descriptions of minor illness.

“This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. Why do humans like this?”

You repressed a snicker. “You’re watching it.”

Elwain didn’t even look away from the screen to reply. “You put it on.”

“I just turned on the TV. You’re the one who started watching.” Elwain made a noncommittal noise. You pressed your lips together, trying not to smile. “I can change the channel, if you want. There’s a documentary on that I wanted to-”

“No, this is fine,” Elwain said. He hopped onto the couch next to you and curled up. “Ugh. These people know that expensive doesn’t mean good, right?”

You covered your mouth with a hand. Elwain actually, legitimately enjoying trashy reality shows was by far the best thing you’d learned about his personality since you’d started living together. The worst thing was probably that he’d grown up with servants and had no comprehension of household chores. It had taken a few weeks to get him to put his food back in the refrigerator when he was done with it, and you weren’t sure he was ever going to get the hang of doing dishes. Still. He was getting better.

“You’re still going to need to vacuum later tonight,” you reminded him. Elwain groaned.

“I spent all day at work!” he said. “I should get a day off.”

“You only had a five hour shift today. I worked seven. Plus, I have school. You don’t get breaks on household chores. Doesn’t matter how much you worked, they still have to be done.” Elwain looked away sulkily. That was an expression you were getting uncomfortably familiar with. “And you’re not allowed to do magic for it, either.”

“What? Just because you can’t use magic, there is no reason for me to be forbidden!” Elwain said.

“Yeah, sure. You remember what happened last time you used magic to clean the apartment?” Bright pink spots appeared on Elwain’s cheeks. He glared down at the couch, expression screwed up in irritation.

“I fixed that.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. You fixed the apartment. What you’re never going to fix is my trauma from walking into my apartment and finding everything covered in spiders!”

“I apologized!”

“Look, the next time you decide to enchant a bunch of bugs into doing household chores, just. Don’t.”

Elwain huffed. “They weren’t even venomous to humans! All of you are so easily frightened. They weren’t going to hurt you.”

“I think the heart attack I had upon entering my own apartment could be considered as hurting me,” you muttered. Elwain looked sour, but didn’t respond, apparently returning to his TV show. Elwain’s adjustment to the human world had been… difficult. He had no real understanding of conventional social norms and obviously still expected everyone to treat him like a noble, despite working a minimum wage job at a fast-food restaurant. Not to mention that he seemed to have very loose morals when it came to enchanting mortals. As far as you were aware, he’d never done it to you, but he didn’t seem to have any sort of restraint when it came to anyone else. Before he’d gotten his job in customer service, he’d made all of his money by charming random people off the street into handing over their wallets.

Admittedly, his skills had come in handy. You didn’t feel particularly good about it, but he had charmed the landlord into giving you the apartment for significantly less than the going rate. In your defense, there hadn’t been many options. You couldn’t stay in your parent’s house with a Fae hanging around, and even with both of you working, there was no way to afford an apartment otherwise.

It did not help that Elwain apparently found your moral crisis very funny.

“You all live by such dumb rules all the time. If you really wanted, I could probably charm someone into giving us their house, or just letting us stay there.”

“That feels morally dubious,” you said.

“Ugh. You won’t let me steal anything, you won’t let me charm people into letting us use their things without stealing them, you won’t even let me charm people into handing some things over!” Elwain flopped across the couch. “So now we’re living in a garbage apartment and I have to work at a greasy food place where customers yell all the time and-”

“It’s a nice apartment, especially considering what we’re paying for it,” you interrupted. “And if you use magic too often, people might start figuring out that something weird is going on.”

“I doubt it. Mortals are stupid.” But Elwain didn’t protest, and went to his job as usual, and didn’t steal, which was more respect for your rules than you were worried he’d show. And, really, you were glad you’d instated the ‘no magic’ rule at large, given how unpredictable the results could be.

Elwain sprawled across the couch. He had a tendency to take up ridiculous amounts of space, pushing you to the edges of the couch to avoid contact. Eventually, you got up.

“Where are you going?” Elwain asked as you walked out of the room.

“I’m going to study for a bit before bed,” you called back. “Enjoy your show.”

He stared after you until your door clicked shut. Weird. He’d seemed almost annoyed about you leaving, even though it meant he could watch his shows for longer and you would stop bugging him about vacuuming. Whatever. He’d been acting weird recently, though. Maybe you should talk to him about it. He’d seemed fine for the first month or so after leaving his home and his parents trying to kill him, but maybe he was having some sort of delayed reaction.

You buried yourself in your textbooks for the next few hours, trying to get a solid start on one of your papers. The back of your mind seemed to be focused on the little noises in the apartment, though. Every sound of footsteps or things being moved pulled your attention back to the rest of the house. Eventually, you heard the sound of the vacuum running for a while before Elwain headed into his room.

He never went back into the main area of your apartment and, buried in work, you were soon thoroughly distracted. Gradually, as you worked, your mind grew less and less focused until you were face down in your books, dead asleep.

“Wake up!”

You bolted upright. There was a piece of paper sticking to your cheek from a stream of drool. You hurriedly pulled it off. “What? What’s going on?” You blinked, focusing on Elwain’s fine face in front of you. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Your alarm was going off. I can’t believe you didn’t hear it. It woke me up.” Sure enough, your phone, which was still sitting across the room from you, on its charger, was ringing furiously. You weren’t surprised that you hadn’t noticed it, though. Your head felt like someone had stuffed it with cotton.

“Oh. Sorry.” You rose a little unsteadily and turned the alarm off. “Thanks for waking me. Probably would have slept right through it if you hadn’t.”

“Uh huh,” Elwain said. “Did someone curse you?”

You blinked at him. He seemed dead serious. “Uh, no. I doubt it. Unless you know something I don’t.”

“If you’re asking about my parents, I would assume they are no longer concerned about me,” Elwain said. His voice was clipped, like it always was when he talked about his parents. “I don’t think they would bother to curse a mortal. If they had the means to lay a curse on someone, it would be far easier and more effective to just curse me.” He paused. “I was only asking because you look terrible.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“You do. Why didn’t you sleep in your actual bed last night?” he asked.

“Because I fell asleep at my desk by accident. Are you going to stand here and just insult me or-” You broke off into a round of thick, hacking coughs. Elwain took a step back, alarm crossing his face.

“What is happening to you?” He lifted his arms in front of him, like he was trying to ward off some kind of evil spirit.

“It’s a cough,” you said. “Have you never seen a cough before?”

Elwain lowered his arms, still looking at me like he thought you would start convulsing at any moment. “Fae don’t do that.”

“They don’t cough?” You rubbed at your chest. A significant amount of phlegm had settled there. God, your body really had to pick the worst time to get sick.

“Not like that,” he said. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I’m sick,” you told him.

He nodded slowly. “I’ve heard of that. A mortal thing. Your forms are weak, so you occasionally fall ill. It is a sign of your small, failing lifespans.”

You considered correcting him, but decided that you had better ways to spend your morning than trying to explain germ theory to a Faerie. “Yeah. Sure. Well. I’m sick. So that’s why I’m coughing. It’s just a cold. I’ll be fine.”

Elwain narrowed his eyes. “Hmph. Well. I have work. Don’t die while I’m out.”

“I’m not in any danger of dying,” you told him. “Go head to work. Have fun.”

“That’s unlikely,” he muttered, but he left your room without protest. You closed your door after him and set about getting ready for your day.

The cold had settled into your head and chest and you could tell it was going to be bad already, even before it had come on fully. God. You could not afford to get sick.

Elwain was eating breakfast when you shuffled into the kitchen. You’d needed to absolutely cake your face in makeup to look presentable, and you saw his brows rise as he looked at you. Fortunately, the Fae at least knew how to keep their mouths shut. He just looked back at the frozen waffles he was toasting.

You snagged a granola bar and headed for the door. “Have a good day at work!” you called over your shoulder. Elwain grunted in response. The door swung shut behind you.

Work was exhausting, as per usual. It was better than Elwain’s job by a long shot, since you were working in a local candy store run by a sweet older couple, but between keeping an eye on any batches of candy being produced, sorting out customers, and having to deal with the requisite child-throwing-a-fit-for-not-getting-sweets, it was tiring. Trying to look bright and perky while being weighted down with a cold was awful.

As soon as work was off, you had class. Dragging yourself through it was a slow, painful slog. By the end, your head was fuzzy and you felt dead on your feet. Slowly, you hauled yourself on the bus and fell asleep.

Naturally, you missed your stop.

About an hour after you were supposed to be home, you dragged yourself in through the door. Elwain practically slammed into you. His hands clapped on either side of his face and he peered intently at you. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you! I thought you were dead!”

You pushed him off you and bent to one side to cough heavily until you were nearly sagging to the floor. Elwain stared at you. “Sorry,” you rasped when you’d stopped. “I fell asleep. And then my phone was on low battery and I wanted to make sure I had enough battery to use my GPS to get home.”

“You couldn’t have texted me?” Elwain drew himself up, hands on his hips. The entire situation reminded you, ridiculously, of your mom when you came home after a night out. “I was worried! I didn’t know where you were, and mortals are so ridiculously fragile-”

“Aw, you’d have been fine,” you said. “If anything, you’d be able to do more without my stupid mortal morals.”

Elwain’s expression went strange for a moment. “Are you feeling well? You seem… off.”

“I’m not feeling well. I’d like to lie down, actually.” You coughed again. “That okay with you?” Elwain was still frowning, but he stepped aside, allowing you down the hall and into your room.

You went down into your bed face-first. Almost as soon as you hit the pillows, your mind faded into sleep. Sleep came to you in fitful waves. You kept waking, coughing, rolling over and falling asleep again. When your alarm pulled you back to full consciousness, you felt thoroughly awful. The cold had settled firmly into your chest and head, gumming everything up. Your chest rasped every time you breathed in, prompting heavy coughing fits, you shivered even when you were wrapped in blankets, and your head felt full, achy, and cloudy.

The cold had apparently decided to upgrade to a full-blown illness. Slowly, you shoved yourself upright. It was hard to breathe through your nose and your mouth. Your throat stung with every inhale. Every cell of your body just wanted to pop some of the cold medicine that made you sleep and hopefully you’d wake up when it was all over.

Just as you were standing up, someone knocked on your door.

Well, you knew who. There was only one person who it could be. Grimacing, you walked over to the door and pulled it open. “Elwain. What?”

He stared at you. “I was- are you okay?”

“I’m sick. You remember the discussion was had yesterday?” you said. “Anyway. You needed something?”

Elwain looked you over. You hadn’t looking into a mirror, but given his expression, you probably looked terrible. He seemed to think you were five seconds from crumbling into a pile of ash, like a vampire exposed to sunlight. “Do I need to call 911?” he asked.

“Uh, no. It’s a cold. I don’t need an ambulance. I need to sleep for a while. Why are you knocking on my door?” you asked. Elwain’s mouth moved wordlessly. Whatever he had wanted to talk to you about, it seemed to have been completely derailed.

“I… er.” Elwain’s gaze flicked over you again. “Well. I wanted to see how you were doing. You went to bed right after you got home last night and I never saw you again. And you seem to be doing… poorly.”

“Yeah. I’m not doing great. I really just want to go back to bed.” You rubbed your hand over your head. “I feel like shit.”

Elwain hesitated. “Do you need me to do something?”

“Just go about your day. I’ll try to keep my gross self out of your way.” You slouched across your room to your bed. “If you don’t need anything else, I’m going to try to get a little more sleep.”

Elwain lingered in the doorway for a few moments longer. Finally, he turned and headed into the kitchen. The door remained open behind him, and you couldn’t be bothered to get up and close it again. Instead, you buried your head in your pillow. Sleep claimed you again within moments.

Less than an hour later, your alarm went off again. You slapped at it balefully until it shut off. Somehow, it felt like you gotten negative sleep, like sleeping had made you even more tired. Slowly, painfully, you pushed yourself upright. Shivers wracked your frame. How had sleep made everything worse?

You threw on the first clothes that you could get your hands on and shuffled into the kitchen. Elwain looked up from his breakfast. His mouth opened slightly. “Good lord. Maybe you have been cursed.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled. “I don’t look that bad.” You did, but you’d slathered enough makeup on your face to cover most of it. Then again, maybe that wasn’t enough to hide from Fae eyes.

“You look like a walking corpse,” Elwain said. You collapsed in the seat next to him and coughed into your fist. The force of the motion made your head throb. Elwain curled his lips back from his teeth in a grimace. “Are you certain you don’t need me to call 911?”

“No. It’s a cold. I’m-” You dissolved into a fit of coughing so severe it was difficult to catch your breath. Elwain stared at you, eyes wide. “I’m fine,” you croaked.

Elwain narrowed his eyes, but returned to his phone. You didn’t know where he’d gotten it from, because he certainly hadn’t purchased it, but you’d decided you weren’t going to ask. You ate slowly, mostly because your stomach felt tender, and you couldn’t finish even half of your normal portion. After a while of picking at your food, you dumped your dishes in the sink and started gathering your items to head out.

“Where are you going?” You startled. Elwain had appeared at your shoulder, completely silent. You might have chalked up not noticing him to your cold-dulled senses, but he could sneak up on you no matter how well you were feeling.

“Work,” you said.

Elwain looked back down at his phone. “You are not supposed to leave the house if you’re sick.”

“It’s a cold. I’ll be fine,” you said.

Elwain kept looking at his phone. “If you are sick, you are supposed to stay home, both so you can avoid infecting others and so you can recover.”

“Are you reading that off a website? Where are you reading that from?” You tried to grab his phone, but he gracefully slipped out of your reach.

“I searched about human illnesses on the internet,” he said. “Your symptoms are consistent with the common cold, but they are also consistent with pneumonia. It says you should sleep and drink water until you are recovered.”

“Look,” you said. “I’m fine. It’s a cold. I’ve had them before. I will have them after this one. I know how to handle them. I’ll pop some cold medicine and I’ll be fine.” Elwain stared at you. His expression was hard to read. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll live.” You sniffed and blotted at your face with a tissue. “I’m going to leave now. I’ll see you later.”

You swept out the door, giving Elwain a wave. He stared after you, not moving until you slammed the door shut.

It was a long, slow, awful day. You could barely keep your head together. By the time you got home, your limbs were heavy with exhaustion and your mind was swimming.

You dragged yourself through the door. Your body felt like you were wrapped in a massive, thick blanket. Everything was warm and it was hard to move, like everything was stiff.

Elwain stared at you as you pulled yourself into the kitchen. “You look like death warmed over.”

“Fine,” you mumbled. “’m fine.” You slouched over the counter and leaned against it. Elwain stood, stepping closer to you. “I’m good. I… I’m good. Just… Tired. Tired. Need to nap.”

“Perhaps you should nap in your room,” Elwain said. “Not on the counter.”

“I’m fine here.” Your words were getting mushy. Why weren’t your lips moving correctly? “I’m good. I just, um. Need. Something…”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Here, hold onto me. I’ll-” Elwian’s hands were on your waist, on your back. You felt boneless, mushy. Your limbs weren’t moving the way you wanted them to. The only thing you could feel were Elwain’s hands supporting you. Was he carrying you? Maybe. You felt like you were floating. Your head was disconnected from your body, floating. Someone was speaking to you from far away, a soothing voice. It was so soothing. Maybe you could just sleep for a bit. Just sleep. It would be nice to just sleep.

Dimly, you came back to yourself. You blinked your eyes open. The ceiling was unfamiliar, at least as ceilings went. Not that you were familiar with many ceilings, really. Looking down at yourself revealed why the ceiling was so unfamiliar. The bed was covered in heavy, dark blue sheets. Elwain’s sheets. You were in his bed.

Slowly, you pushed yourself upright. You still felt bad, but less bad than you had been feeling. A raking cough escaped your chest, thick with phlegm.

“You’re up!” Elwain appeared in the doorway. He looked… frazzled? You weren’t sure the Fae could look as frazzled and unkempt as a human could, but he didn’t look as ethereally beautiful as he usually did. He looked sort of ruffled. “I was considering dragging you to the hospital, but the internet said that maybe ginger tea would actually be better, so I got you some of that.” He indicated the cup in his hands.

“You have got to stop getting all your information from the internet. Or at least I need to give you a media literacy course on identifying good sources,” you croaked. Your voice sounded bad, but it no longer hurt to speak. It just felt uncomfortable.

Elwain gave you a bewildered look and held the cup out toward you. “Drink it.” You took it obligingly and took a sip. Elwain must have dumped half a bottle of honey in it, because it was so sweet you almost couldn’t taste the ginger. You swallowed it carefully.

“Thank you,” you said when you’d finished the cup. “What, uh. What exactly happened to me?”

Elwain sat on the end of your bed. He was wearing his old cloak, the one he’d taken with him when he’d fled from Faerie. He tucked it tighter around him, fingers fidgeting at the hem. “I was hoping you could inform me of that, actually. I was quite frightened when you collapsed like that.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said. Vaguely, you remembered passing out. “How long was I out?”

Elwain glanced at the clock. “Mn. Less than an hour? You were in and out for the first ten minutes, mumbling a lot.” You had vague memories of Elwain leaning over you, expression panicked. Must have been from then. “Once I got you into bed, you fell asleep. I wasn’t sure if I should wake you or not.”

“It is,” you said. “Probably a good idea to let me sleep. Though if I ever do collapse again, please call 911.” You considered. “Well, I guess don’t call 911 unless I’m actually dying. I can’t afford the ambulance.”

Elwain nodded, even though he looked politely confused. “Is your illness getting worse?”

“Maybe,” you said. “It’s hard to tell. I think I have a fever now, so that sucks.”

With absolutely no warning, Elwain leaned forward. His face was abruptly so close to yours, close enough to feel his cool breath tickling your skin. The hairs on the back of your neck lifted. Suddenly the only thoughts in your head had to do with his lips pressing to yours, his cool mouth meandering along your skin-

His forehead touched yours. His eyes closed, a little furrow appearing in his brow. “You’re warm,” he said. “Very warm.” He sat back.

You blinked. “Uh. You can do that with your hand, you know.”

“Oh? I saw the forehead one on the internet,” Elwain said, but he reached up and cradled your face in his hands. With a soft, delicate touch, the back of his hand brushed against your forehead and down your cheek. The touch made something in your chest tighten and your breath catch. “You still feel warm.”

You moved your mouth, trying to get your brain back in gear. “Uh, yeah. Fever! That’s, uh. Bad. I need, um. You remember that pill bottle in the bathroom I showed you? The one with the little red pills?” Elwain nodded. “Get those and a glass of water. They’ll bring the fever down.”

Elwain vanished for a moment and returned with a tall glass water and the bottle of pills. He watched as you downed them and sank back into bed. His sheets were softer than yours, his bed even more luxuriously plush. You weren’t sure where he’d gotten the sheets from, or if maybe they were the sheets you’d bought him, just augmented with magic. “Why did you put me in your bed, anyway?” you asked. “My bed’s not that much further away.”

“I wanted to keep an eye on you,” Elwain said. “And you do not like me coming in your room.”

“I don’t like you just walking into my room whenever you feel like it, but you can come into my room,” you said. But you were pretty glad he’d put you in his bed. Everything in his room smelled faintly floral and herbal, a smell that relaxed you. Everything was cozy.

“I am not familiar with how to deal with sick mortals,” Elwain said. “Do you need anything else?”

“No. I just need to rest.” You paused, looking toward the window. “I should probably head back to my own room, actually. You’ll probably want to sleep here tonight, right?”

Elwain shook his head. “Stay. You need to rest. I will sleep elsewhere.” He swept out of the room, cloak fluttering behind him. You stared after him for a moment before sinking back into bed. Despite just waking up, your head was already muddy again. Maybe Elwain had gotten you the pills with the sleeping medicine in them. Your eyes closed. Within moments, you were drifting away, fast asleep.

You dreamed of strange things, of hands on your face, cupping your cheek, of soft lips pressed to your neck, of kind eyes and strong arms carrying you around. When you opened your eyes to see the same kind eyes staring down at you, you were half-convinced you were still dreaming.

“Hello,” Elwain said. “You have been asleep for a while.”

You blinked. Your body did have that foggy heaviness that came when you’d been sleeping deeply. Even your discomfort from the illness seemed far away and dim. “Elwain.”

“Yes. I’m right here.” He said it more gently than a simple statement of fact, almost like a reassurance.

“How long was I out?” There was bright sunlight streaming in through the window and across the bed. You lifted a hand to clumsily shield your eyes.

“Over twelve hours. I thought you should probably sleep. That’s what the internet said.”

“Oh, man, we are going to need to get you some better resources than just ‘the internet,’” you said. “But you were right. Thanks for letting me sleep.” Slowly, you shoved yourself up into a sitting position. “What’s that?”

Elwain held a bowl out to you. “I was told that soup was good for mortal illnesses.”

You took the bowl of vegetable broth. Elwain’s cooking was usually pretty hit or miss- he could follow recipes just fine, but he also had a habit of deciding that he had a better idea than the recipe and going completely off the rails. The soup just seemed to be broth, though. You took a cautious sip. It was watery, but tolerable.

“Are you feeling better?” Elwain asked. You nodded, glancing over at the clock.

“It’s past nine,” you noticed. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I called in sick. I wanted to stay home to make sure you were all right.” Elwain looked completely serious.

“It’s just a cold. I’m fine.”

Elwain’s eyes narrowed. “You collapsed.”

“Well, yeah, but…” You trailed off. There wasn’t much you could say in response to that. “Fine. But if you get fired for this, I’m going to be pissed.”

“I will not be fired. My boss loves me.” Elwain gave a superior little sniff, nose stuck up in the air. You laughed into your bowl of broth.

When you were finished, Elwain took your bowl back into the kitchen, returning only a few moments later. “Do you need anything else?”

“I think I’m okay,” you said. “You really didn’t have to stay home to take care of me. There’s not going to be a lot to do. I think I’m mostly going to sleep.”

“Regardless. I think it is better to be safe.” Elwain looked at you from the doorway for a moment longer. “I need you.”

He left the doorway. You could hear his footsteps retreating into your apartment, perfectly steady, like what he said hadn’t made your chest tighten intensely. You sank back into his bed. His scent wreathed around you, gentle and reassuring. Oh, god. Warm feelings were fluttering up in your stomach, swelling through chest and trembling in your lungs. Worse than that, they felt familiar. How long had these feelings been lingering in the background of your mind? And now they had surfaced and you didn’t know what to do with them. Naturally, you would have some kind of emotional crisis when you were sick.

You faded in and out of dreams where Elwain’s scent wreathed around you and his gentle hands stroked your forehead and cheeks. You woke up feeling oddly melancholy.

The sounds of the TV drifted through the open door. Shaking some feeling back into your heavy limbs, you hauled a blanket over your shoulders and headed into the living room.

Elwain was draped over the couch, staring at the TV. There was some soap opera on with a woman and a man hysterically throwing themselves at each other. Elwain looked up as you padded into the room. “Is it okay for you to be out of bed?” he asked.

“Yeah. I feel better, actually.” The sleep had helped quite a bit. You still felt foggy, but the pain in your head and chest had faded. Elwain sat up, drawing his limbs in closer to himself so you could sit next to him.

“You look less… corpse-like,” he said. Before you realized what he was doing, he took hold of your face in both hands and pulled you closer to him. “You are still warm.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m getting better.” You reached up and carefully pried his fingers off your face. You were overly aware of how your fingers lingered together. “How’s your day off going?”

“Human TV is still strange,” Elwain said, turning back toward the screen. “I can’t imagine any humans really behave like this. I have never seen it.”

“No, it’s a soap opera. It’s supposed to be deliberately over-the-top and crazy. That’s why they’re fun to watch.” Elwain rolled his eyes, but there was amusement in his expression.

“Is there anything you want to watch?” he asked.

“No, this is fine.” You settled into the soft cushions, staring at the TV. As much as you were looking in the direction of the TV, most of your attention was focused on Elwain. His gaze kept flicking toward you, as if he was unable to focus on the show either. After a moment, he reached out toward you.

One of his hands settled on your head, the other on your shoulder. Before you realized what had happened, he pushed you so your head was resting in his lap. You stared up at him as he, apparently unconcerned, started weaving his fingers through your hair.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“You did this for me when I first came here,” Elwain said. “It was soothing. I thought you might like it as well.” He paused. “Was I incorrect?”

You considered for a moment. His fingers were still carding through your hair, twining strands around his fingers. “No. I don’t mind.”

Elwain continued to stroke your hair. His nails scratched lightly at your scalp. The feeling of being touched made something tremulous swell in your chest. It was a pleasant feeling, but one so sharp and overwhelming that it almost made you cry.

You lay with Elwain for a while, his hands absently playing with your hair and trailing along your head and neck. He seemed to be paying far more attention to you than to the TV. “You should take better care of yourself,” he said, stroking your bangs back from your forehead. “If you were to die, I would be alone in the mortal world.”

“You’d manage,” you said.

“Perhaps.” Elwain removed his hands from your hair and hesitated for a moment. He seemed to be struggling to speak. Then he sighed. “But I would prefer it if you were with me.”

You looked up at him. He was staring deliberately to one side. There was a faint pinkish color to his cheeks and his eyes were narrowed. “You could have left, once our deal was up. I only asked you to stay with me for the night. And yet, you helped me. There was no reason to. I no longer have my connections or any particular Faerie skills. Even the few powers that remain with me, you don’t like me using. You have gained nothing from this deal and you help me regardless.”

“Of course, I did.” Thinking about that night only brought one image to your mind. Elwain, who had nearly been killed by his own parents, looking lost and confused and abandoned. He had been cocky before, but in that moment, he had just looked forlorn and upset. He had just looked scared. “I wasn’t going to just leave you on your own.”

“You could have,” Elwain pressed on. “Easily, you could have. You could have justified it, even by mortal morals. There’s not a lot here that could kill me. As you have pointed out, I would be fairly fine on my own. But you stayed with me regardless, for no other reason than just helping me.”

“You’d just almost been assassinated. I couldn’t leave you,” you said.

“You could have. But you didn’t. And, at least so far, you have asked for nothing from me in return. To be quite honest, you’ve been almost annoying with how little you allow me to do.”

“I try,” you said. Elwain snorted. It was an inelegant noise, but somehow also incredibly attractive. “Where are you going with this?”

“I’m trying to explain to you that I care about you. I want you to be well and safe and healthy because you saved me and you didn’t have to and I appreciate it.” Elwain’s cheeks flamed red. “That’s what I’m trying to say.”

You reached up slowly and let your hand cradle the side of his face. He leaned into your touch, eyes closing. “It’s strange. I’m not used to this,” he said. “My parents loved me as far as they could use me. It’s how Faeries are. But you have used me for nothing, gained precious little advantage from having a Faerie living with you. And I wasn’t used to it. I still think I’m not used to it. But I am so… so… happy. For this. For you.” He blinked his eyes open. They were hazy with emotion. “Thank you.”

It was an impulse maybe you could have resisted if you were feeling better, but you were overwhelmed with feeling and not in the mood to fight with yourself. The hand on his cheek shifted position toward the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of you. His mouth pressed into yours, tense and unyielding, then softening as he realized what was happening.

There was a moment of fumbling, while Elwain registered that you were kissing. You broke away from his mouth, but he was pressing into you again, pulling you close to him and meeting your lips over and over with his own. His tongue brushed your lower lip and his moan sounded against your mouth.

You weren’t aware of how it happened, but suddenly you were lying back on the couch with Elwain on top of you. He was kissing you furiously, his hips flush to yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him as close to you as you could get.

One of your gasping breaths caught in your chest, triggering a coughing fit. You rolled over, trying not to cough right into Elwain’s face. He sat back. His lips were already slightly kiss-swollen and he looked a bit rumpled. “Right,” he said, trying to finger-comb his hair back into a presentable state. “You’re still not feeling well.”

“Hold on. Give me a minute, we can keep going,” you said between coughs. Elwain pressed his lips together, but they were twitching toward a smile.

“You are admirably determined, but I think it would be better for you to rest,” he said. There was a pause. Elwain tugged on a few of the longer strands of his hair. “I take that to mean you feel the same way?”

“That I like you? Yeah.” You pulled him down so he was laying across your chest. He looked at you, eyes surprisingly wide and innocent. “When I first met you, I thought you were kind of an asshole. And you are kind of an asshole. But you’re also charming and endearing and you try to follow my rules even when you totally don’t have to. And you’re willing to take care of me when I’m sick.”

“You took care of me when I had lost everything,” Elwain said. “I only wished to return the favor.” His fingers wandered over your stomach, tracing absent patterns on your shirt. You could feel his warmth against your skin. “Usually, that’s how it works, with Faeries. Favors are given because giving means you can get something in return, and you’re always trying to leverage the deal to get more than what you’re giving.” He closed his eyes for a moment, brows furrowing. “But when I saw you were sick, I wasn’t thinking that I needed to pay you back. I was only thinking that I wanted to help you.”

You stroked your fingers through his hair. “That’s what love is.”

“Mortal love,” he sighed. “I always thought it was flimsy and weak and short-lived.” His eyes opened again and he nestled into you. “It’s much stronger than I thought. So much more than I believed. It almost hurts, but it’s a good hurt.”

You started coughing again. Elwain swung himself up and gathered you into his arms. “I’ll take you back to bed,” he said. “You need to get better. I want to continue this.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. His heartbeat thudded against you, slow and steady. The feeling of him holding you swelled and ached inside you, a pleasant ache. You clung to him as he eased you into bed and settled in next to you. Your illness was all but forgotten. Everything was soft and pleasant under a heady wave of love.