#just tagging different verses for more reach.

[blighted-lights]

curls up into a ball. does anyone have any fluffy ravage fic recs. it is a desperate need rn.

spare fluff fic,,, spare ravage fluff fic

[catopoliscat]

sweet dreams, good morning / fem!reader/kento nanami.

you and your boyfriend nanami usually showered at different times. this morning, he decided to join you.

tags: nsfw. 18+. fem!reader. afab!reader. established relationship. shower sex. penetrative sex. no set timeline but presumed canon!verse. fingering. creampie. unprotected sex (wrap it kids). nanami had a little dream about you. no use of y/n or any other placeholders. ever.

wc: 3.6k.

a/n: inspired by some nsfw pieces @jimwackthesecond sent to me of nanami on discord, ty babes I'm still throbbing about it

mdni.

It was rare for Nanami to join you like this. 

Even after months of living together, of being by each other's side; of cooking, eating, drinking and sleeping next to one another—showers together were rare. It wasn’t any conscious decision, really, just a difference in routine. You preferred to shower in the mornings. Nanami preferred to shower in the evenings. Small moments of solace and quiet amidst the hot water and soap. A moment of solitude between lives so tightly intertwined. 

Today, however, Nanami had surprised you. 

You were halfway through your usual semi-methodical routine, soap suds still clinging to your arms and chest, when you felt the door open. A cool gush of air rushed through the fog of the warm bathroom for a moment, skittering up your back in a gentle caress. You shiver, hearing Nanami’s familiar footsteps, but think little of it. You had thought you had been quiet when you had slipped from his sleepy embrace, wanting to give him a longer lie in bed for once—but perhaps you hadn’t been quiet enough.

Any moment, you had expected the tap to start running, the sound of toothpaste being uncapped and bristles against white teeth. Instead, the sound of rustling clothes just about reaches your ears over the sound of water thudding against the tiles beneath your feet, and then comes the slide of glass, a footstep and—

—strong, warm arms encircling your waist tightly, as if you might disappear into smoke if he let go. 

You smile softly to yourself as Nanami presses up close against your back, hard pectorals slotting against the ridges of your shoulder blades. The heat of his chest is a strong match to the warmth of the water against your front, seeping into your bones and warming you from the inside out. 

A nose nudges at the crook of your neck, moving upward before soft lips press against the spot right behind your ear. You chuckle softly, leaning back into the caress, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Not like you to shower in the morning,” you murmur, barely audible over the rush of the water. 

A low hum is your response. The arms wind tighter, and a large, calloused hand settles on your navel. His thumb brushes up and down in a languid, repetitive motion. You shiver slightly.

“I had an incentive,” Nanami replies, his voice a husky rumble, throat still thickened with the remnants of sleep. He presses another kiss against your skin, his lips lingering this time. “You don’t mind?” 

You chuckle again, shaking your head as you settle it back against him, feeling the hard ridge of his collarbone against your skull. “Of course not.” 

Even after all this time together, seeing each other at your most vulnerable, Nanami was always aware and respectful of boundaries, even unspoken.

A contented silence settles in the bathroom, broken only by the spray of the showerhead. Morning sunlight spills through the frosted, dewy glass, reflecting off the mirror that paints a portrait of a couple, very much in love. Nanami’s thumb continues its gentle caress, a soft swipe up and down that becomes as familiar to you as your own heartbeat. His other hand rests against your ribs, just underneath your breast, but makes no move to touch or cup it just yet. 

A sleepy comfortability takes over you. Between the heavy warmth of the water and steam, as well as the steady thrum of Nanami’s heartbeat behind you, you find yourself leaning more and more into his form. He supports you easily, hands tightening just slightly to bear more of your weight. You start to distinctly remember why you rushed through showers in the morning—sleep still clinging to your mind like condensation on glass. 

It was a weekend, though. Neither you nor Nanami had any work or missions, no business or meetings. There was no world to save. Not today. 

“I could fall asleep like this,” you mumble, eyes still shut. 

Another feathery kiss, against your shoulder this time. “Do you want to go back to bed?” 

Although the idea of crawling back into still-warm sheets is appealing, you shake your head. This was enough. More than enough. 

You wind a hand down your body, settling it above Nanami’s own where it rests against you. You don’t hesitate to intertwine your fingers with his, and he doesn’t hesitate to hold them, giving them a small squeeze. 

With his one thumb now restricted, his other thumb takes over its brother's repetitive motion, occasionally brushing against the underside of your breast. Although initially accidental and easily forgotten, the movement gradually becomes more intentional. Daring. One particular sweep brushes over the swell of your breast. The next is even higher, just across your nipple.

An involuntary breath leaves you as the slight sensation causes familiar goosebumps to erupt across your skin. Your lips part slightly as you arch into the touch, the curve of your back pushing your hips back into— 

Ah.

A soft puff of breath leaves Nanami’s lips as your ass brushes against his cock, the hard length rubbing up against the cleft. His grip tightens on your hand, and you can feel his responding shudder. He quickly moves his hips back again, keeping his chest pressed up against you instead.

You smile to yourself, a touch wryly. Nanami wasn’t easily worked up, and certainly not in tender moments like this. You can’t help but wonder if this is the product of just the proximity, or something more. 

“I’m flattered that my sleepy morning self has this effect on you,” you drawl, a layer of amusement in your tone that you can’t quite shed. 

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, as if he has anything at all to apologise about. “I…” 

You feel his lips open against the skin of your neck, but he shuts them again. That makes you raise an eyebrow, your eyes blinking open to squint against the steamy bathroom. You try to angle your head to get a look at him, but the angle is difficult. When you try to turn your body to face him properly, however, his arms tighten around your waist, preventing you from doing so. 

It wasn’t like Nanami to be this… reserved. Not this far into your relationship. 

“Nanami?” 

Another gush of air flutters against your wet shoulder, something close to a sigh of resignation. “I dreamt about you,” he finally says, the words imprinted against your skin. “This morning.” 

Ah. 

A wet dream? Hardly something to be self-conscious about, you think. Especially when you were clearly the star of said dream. Nanami was always oddly prudish around certain things, however. Traditional, in some senses.

“Oh? How rude, we hardly know each other.” 

You can almost feel the responding eye-roll in response to your teasing humour. He gives a small squeeze to your intertwined fingers, as if telling you to take this seriously—though you refused to. A dream was a dream, and you were less concerned with the fact he had one and more concerned with what exactly was in it. 

“I’m a thirty-year-old man,” he grumbles. 

“Who’s still human,” you remind him. You push your hips back again, pleased to feel Nanami’s cock still very much hard, nearly pulsing, against the swell of your ass. He exhales a slow, steadying breath, but makes no move to pull his hips away again. “Tell me about it.” 

Another small sigh against your shoulder. You can practically feel his hesitation, unwilling to unveil the explicit nature of his dream just yet. 

You push yourself back against him again, a slight movement of your hips that has his cock pressing a little deeper against your skin. You buy yourself a small grunt in response, a choked sound that hitches in the back of his throat.

“Come on,” you chuckle, the sound a little throaty now. Sensing he needed a little more push, you unlink your hand from his to lay atop his other one, guiding it up to cup your breast properly. “Did I at least look good?” 

“Mm.” He gives your breast a small squeeze; a well-practised, perfect amount of pressure that always makes your thighs clench together. “So beautiful… as always.”

“Where were we?” 

Another hesitation, though shorter this time. He occupies the time by kneading your breast slowly, massaging it almost in his calloused palm. “On a beach. It was just us. White sand, palm trees, lapping waves… the sun was so warm.” 

You smile at the picture he paints in your head. “I’m sure we made it feel warmer.” 

You feel a shuddering breath against the back of your neck before he hums in agreement. You can only imagine that whatever memory of his dream is replaying in his mind is a good one, because he presses his cock against you more firmly. 

“Yes,” he mutters against your nape, before pressing a hungry, hot, open-mouthed kiss against the skin there. “You have no idea what you do to me.” 

By the way he’s groping at your breasts and ever-so-subtly grinding his hips against your ass, you would say you have a general idea. You want to press him for more details on his dream. What did you do to rile him up so? What did he do in the dream to make him pursue you to the shower when he awoke? 

All those thoughts and questions are disappearing from your mind, however, as the hand against your navel is drifting down between your thighs. Your lips part in a soft exhale as he cups your heat, his middle finger running down your slit almost teasingly, smearing the dripping shower water along with your own arousal. 

Another shuddering breath fans against your neck as he dips his middle finger between your folds. “You were so wet, so tight around me,” he whispers, his words almost swallowed up by the sound of the shower and your own heartbeat in your ears. “It was maddening. I… I couldn’t stop.” 

He circles your clit once, causing your hips to twitch and a soft moan to leave your lips, before he dips his finger down, pressing it against your entrance before sinking inside. You both seem to moan simultaneously as your inner walls clench tight around his thick digit.

“You were so…” He swallows thickly around another groan. “…loud. Insatiable.” 

In, out, in, out. He thrusts slowly, languidly, as if savouring every contraction, every syrupy moan that left your plush lips. Slick gathers quickly, and before long the sound of his thrusting finger becomes wetter and wetter. A second finger soon joins the first, his palm pressing against your clit as his ministrations quicken, your thighs shaking in response. The steam of the shower, the heat of Nanami at your back, the fog of lust in your mind and the increasing pulse between your legs—it makes your head swim, your mind hazy and uncoordinated. 

He curses as you grip his fingers particularly tight, as if imagining the sensation around his cock instead. You feel a pressure against your nape, and you dully realise it's his forehead, hot and wet with sweat and water. “Please,” he murmurs, his low voice hot and wanting. “Can I have you? Here?” 

Even after all this time, he still asked—still cared enough to ask—even though your answer was always the same. 

“God, yes,” you’re replying before he’s barely finished his question, every thought in your mind evaporating into the same steam swirling around you. 

You’re leaning forward, arching your back before he even makes any move to position you, both of your palms resting against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. Shower water sprays across your shoulders and the back of Nanami’s neck as his head follows your descent, forehead now planted between your shoulder blades. His fingers don’t stop their ministrations, but his other hand does disappear from your breast. A moment later, you gasp as you feel his fingers slip from you—replaced instead by a familiar pressure. 

His cock, thick and heavy, presses against you, hesitating for only a moment before pressing forward slowly. The thicker head slips past the tight ring of muscle with a sharp stretch, your lips falling open in response as a ragged moan leaves you. No matter how many times you had done this, Nanami’s cock was always a stretch, making each time seem like the first all over again. 

“God,” he gasps, his jaw falling open against your shoulder blade. “P-Perfect… so perfect.” You can feel him practically shaking with restraint as he pushes forward slowly, oh-so-fucking-slowly, until his hips finally meet your rear. As always, he gives you a moment to adjust, no matter how wound up or turned on he is—his one hand bracing against the wall near your own, the other winding back around your waist to circle your clit with slow, languid movements. 

You’re shaking too, you realise, hands slipping on the wet shower wall. You clench tight around his cock despite his attempts to relax you, too wound up and dizzy with arousal to care about the discomfort. Bucking your hips back, you try to press him impossibly deeper, as if you weren’t already full of him. 

He groans at the attempt though, the slight friction you grant him causing his fingers to stutter against your bud. Quickly getting the hint, he pulls back just a few inches before sinking back into you again, just as slowly as before. You both moan again at the delicious drag, before he starts to set a slow, steady rhythm—pulling out a little deeper every time until the tip threatens to slip from you with each thrust. 

You had expected something quick, frantic perhaps. The dream he had seen had clearly riled him up. But Nanami was still Nanami—slow and methodical, passionate and loving. 

Long, hot puffs of breath fan against your neck, matching the slow, sensual rhythm of his hips against you. You can feel his eyebrows knitted against your back, and in your mind's eye, you can already picture his expression perfectly. Flushed skin on his high cheekbones, the sweat on his brow, the slight scrunch of his eyes and parted lips. 

Every thrust pushes deep, his slow pace ensuring that you felt every inch of each push until he bottomed out, only to repeat the whole cycle once more. His hand on the wall slips, bumps against your own, and with trembling fingers he places it on top of yours, pinning it against the wall before intertwining your fingers tightly. 

“I love you,” he groans, his voice thick and gravelly. “I love you, ngh—“ He pushes deep again, stills for a moment as he grinds against you, before withdrawing again. “I love you so much.” 

You meet his every thrust, pushing your hips back until your skin meets his with a satisfying ‘pap’. The slow, deep pace is driving you insane, deliciously perfect and yet wildly maddening. You can feel the heat pool in your gut with every stroke, the warmth blooming hotter and hotter like the slow lap of waves, threatening to consume you. 

You’re greedy, you know. You need more.

You push your hips back in a quicker rhythm and Nanami’s hips stutter in response, his rhythm thrown off. He hisses, clenched teeth brushing against your nape. The fingers on your clit disappear, a strong hand grasping the plush flesh around your hip instead, steadying you. You expect him to stop you or slow your rhythm down, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stops thrusting altogether, allowing you complete control of the pace as you fuck yourself on him. 

He’d always allow you to take what you wanted from him. 

“Ah, y-yes, yes—“ you pant, forehead pushing forward to rest against the cool tile. You tilt your hips, angling Nanami’s cock to prod against the exact spot you need him. He curses in response to the harsh clench of your walls around him, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. “Kento—“ 

“Tell me what you, ngh, need,” he grits out, now matching your rhythm until the clap of your flesh starts to match the pour of the water. The hand on your hip slides up, caressing your waist in loving strokes before winding around, palming at your breast again. “A-are you close?” 

“Yes!” You start to push back harder, more frantically. Nanami instantly matches it, thrust for thrust, the head of his cock dragging against your sensitive point with almost pin-point accuracy. He pinches, tweaking your nipple in a way that makes your thighs shake. “Harder, I need it—“ 

You don’t even have to say another word before both of Nanami’s hands disappear, only to grip your hips tightly. You feel the warm of his chest leave your back as he straightens, replaced by the spray of the shower water instead. A moment later, his pace becomes almost punishing, the hard lines of his Adonis belt hitting against the flesh of your rear with a smack. 

You practically reel, something guttural and primal leaving your lips as you arch forward, bracing fully against the tiled wall in front of you. You can feel your flesh ripple, your breasts jolting with the wet smack of flesh against flesh. Even now, he’s careful never to push harder than you need it, but experience and attention allows him to get it perfect. He was always perfect. 

A chorus of ‘just like that’ and ‘yes’ leaves you in a symphony, your eyes rolling and eyelids fluttering simultaneously. It doesn’t take long until you're practically clamping down on his cock like a vice, your lower stomach clenching impossibly tight as ragged, fractured moans tear from your lips. Distantly, you wonder if you’re as loud as you were in his dream—or maybe louder. 

Nanami doesn’t fair any better, harsh grunts and choked groans leaving in him in rhythm with the clap of his hips. With each thrust, it seems his body hunches further inward until he’s practically curled over you, his grip tightening on your hips, thumbs digging into your skin. Deep moans smother against your shoulder as lathers you with kisses, half-formed praises coating your skin with his love. 

“I’m close, my l-lo-“ He chokes up, curses, hips stuttering as he tries to maintain the hard pace. He starts pulling your hips back to meet his, cock plunging seemingly deeper and deeper—  

Stars are exploding behind your eyes a second later, your abdomen clenching and rolling as you cum hard around him. You call out his name, you think, jaw falling slack as Nanami continues to thrust and thrust you through your climax, pushing you toward oversensitivity and fast. You’re clenching down on him tighter and tighter, unable to stop as you babble nonsensically, delirious and drunk on steam and release. 

“S-Shit,” he hisses, his voice barely there, just breathless and torn. “So b-beautiful, so perfect, I love you, I love—“ 

A second later, Nanami’s following you over the edge; a deep, broken moan leaving him as his cock twitches and throbs, spilling into you. He continues to move, his hips erratic and rhythm broken, just bucking disjointedly as his voice cracks and splinters.

You’re trembling, he’s trembling, both of you panting and moaning weakly as Nanami continues to grind against you, albeit slowly. You rest your forehead against the cool tile in front of you for a moment, your hot breath making the ceramic fog up—before Nanami’s arms wind around your waist, pulling you back up and against his chest. 

Your thighs are shaking, body nearly limp in his arms, but he supports you once more easily. Soft kisses and brushes of his nose rain down against the crook of your neck as his hand brushes up and down your stomach, his cock still throbbing weakly inside your warm grip. You let your head loll back against him, a tired, contented smile on your lips. 

You reach a hand up and behind you, fingers fumbling for a moment before his head leans into them. You card your fingers through the short, wet strands behind his ear, a small sigh fluttering against your ear in response.

“We should shower together more often,” you murmur, which earns you a small, slightly breathless chuckle, the rumble of his chest vibrating against your back. 

Eyelashes flutter against your neck as he closes his eyes. “We should.”

“In the evening though,” you add. Between the hot water and well, everything else, your body was sated but drained. “I really could fall asleep now.” 

The idea of stepping out of the warmth of the shower and Nanami’s embrace only to get dressed and continue with whatever you had planned for the day wasn’t an appealing one. As if sensing this, his arms hold you tighter, unwilling to break the moment, or your intimate connection, just yet. 

“Then do,” he murmurs against your ear, before pressing a soft kiss to the shell. “I’ll take you back to bed.” 

And you know he would. You know that if you were to fall limp in his arms right now, he’d carry you; dry you off and settle you amongst the sheets again as if you’d never left them. It wouldn’t even be a question. 

You stay awake though, body still thrumming with remnants of your connection and your muscles at ease. Tilting your head slightly, capturing a glimpse of his profile, you raise an eyebrow.

“…so?” 

Nanami meets your gaze, raising an eyebrow in turn. “So?” 

“Was it as good as your dream?” 

He closes his eyes with a tormented sigh, burying his nose back into your skin. “…it always is.” 

You let out a laugh of disbelief, angling your head to try and face him better despite him seemingly burying his face in your skin deeper, unwilling to meet his gaze. “Always?! How many dreams have you had about me like this?”

You feel a small nip at your neck, just a brush of teeth really, but that seems to tell you that these ‘dreams’ of his were far more a regularity than the stoic sorcerer was willing to let on.  

masterlist.

[simp-ly-writes]

Love and Zombies

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer "Brody" Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Amanda has called in sick on the first day of filming a new series for the Smosh Games channel, Dread. You create a hopeless romantic character, their ultimate goal? to find love (and to make sure others find it too ;)).

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, enemies to lovers, protectiveness, jealousy, angst, tension, fluff, light swearing, mutual pining, confessions, friends to lovers, cheesy, social media au (near the end).

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,641 | PART TWO

─ · · A/N: Something a bit different but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless! (y/c/n) = your characters name.

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When you got pulled from the marketing office only to be placed in a Smosh Games video you did not know what to expect. Lights and Cameras commanding down upon you as you took a seat beside Spencer and across from Courtney and Shayne while thinking about what could be read from the seating placement had your cheeks heating up as you whispered a Hello, not wanting to interfere with the sound peoples tests.

Shayne talked back in a full toned, "Hello!" that already have you feeling more embarrassed for not knowing what exactly to do on camera even when they were not rolling. "Got your character chosen?" Courtney asked as Spencer nodded his head, curious as to your answer only for your eyes to go wide with excitement.

"Yes, I do. But I want to see your reactions to them recorded," you tease just as Alex Tran calls for you all to take your positions and another person walks around to the head of the table, the game master themselves- George Primavera. You latch onto Spencer hand under the table, squeezing it in excitement, not having seen the rest of the casting call for your favorite dungeon master.

"And three... two... one... action!"

"Hello everyone, and welcome to Smosh verses Zombies. I George Primavera and I will be your Dungeon Master and Host for this session. Now can the players please introduce themselves to the camera," George announces taking the time to look over all of you as you all physically fall into character.

Shayne as Benardo, the nepo-baby artist. Courtney as Savanah, the bestie that always has your back. Spencer as Brody, the hater of everything and everyone with a secret. And your character, (y/c/n), the truly hopeless, romantic.

"You are never gonna find love," Spencer spits out, immediately turning to you, chest puffed out as he stares just past your face. You make the first eye-contact before looking down at the table, brows furrowed and let out a sigh, "Well, if you speak of it like that way. It will be you who will never be finding love, Brody." You spit out his name, refusing to look him in the eyes before offering Shayne a flirty smile and giggle, "now, Who are you?"

Spencer scoffs from your side, mumbling some snide remarks while glaring at Shayne who flips him off. "I'm an artist, looking for a muse, if you catch my drift?" He adds with a wink as you fan your face and bat your eyelashes. You can image the paint dripping off his True Religion jeans and white t-shirt. "I like the sound of that."

"You two are going to die first," Spencer states with his arms crossed. "Is that jealousy I hear?" you slowly pan your head over, taking in his features as you play with the rings on your fingers.

"Fuck no, thats gross," he retorts before Courtney interrupts, "I stand with (y/c/n), theres not much out here so might as well find someone to love and keep you entertained." Spencer looks visibly pained by this statement as he refuses to speak and the game proceeds to start.

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As bricks are being pulled one by one and with some near death experiences. You and Shayne are both going steady with a relationship, flirting, reaching across the table to hold hands and fighting back to back alongside one another. Courtney had acting the middle ground between you and Spencer throughout the game while Spencer's character was reaching his breaking point. George had been eating up the tension between the two of you, both still haven't looked at one another since the introductions, and he was scheming for a reaction.

"Will you two stop fucking in the back of my truck, fucking hell," Brody yells while gripping the steering wheel. Savanah is in the passengers seat, snickering and laughing at the scene.

"Do you want to join then?" Bernardo yells back in the small space just before the vehicle is stopped and you all lean quickly forwards in back in your chairs. You grip the table, shaking before moving to a stand and point at Brody.

"You know what, Brody-" you spit out his name with such vice, looking at him through his glasses and into his eyes. Deep down you can see Spencer smiling and begging you to go on and seize this moment, he loves watching you act so confidently in front of him- the cameras long forgotten. "-I am so done with you and- and your hate. If you don't want to be happy in life then so be it. But stop casting your grumpy old, stinky cloud all over me and Benardo-"

Spencer gags at the mention of his name in relation to yours before he two stands. George, the game master claps his hands excitedly from behind you, eyeing the tower with a knowing look. "-and you know what, if I was the owner of a car, I would have long since forgotten about you, have left you in the dust to die alone just like you want!"

Brody blinks at you before taking to a stand, his hands shake as Savanah and Benardo both lean closer. Benardo opens his mouth to make a statement before Courtney has a hand clapped over Shaynes mouth, glaring at him- daring him to interrupt this moment as you and Spencer now stand chest to chest. You both get a sudden wave a deja vu and to what... you both don't address before taking your seats once more.

"Wow..." George claps, smiling at you both as you stare at one another in a silent conversation. "...Now since you both have made no progress one again, the zombie hoard has made the distance and is about to attack you all, I am going to have to ask you to either pull or sacrifice-"

"I'll sacrifice!" Benardo announces. Hands placed on the table as he jets up, looking at you with pure adoration. "I will sacrifice for the love of my life."

"Benardo..." you let out a breath, partially of relief the other of a realization sadness as you shake you head. "Y-you don't have to do this you know, I'm sure theres another way. We could drive faster, we could-"

"There is no other way," Spencer announces, leaving no room for argument in his tone as both men nod to one another. Benardo takes one last look at you, blowing you a kiss that you catch and place on your heart before Shayne acts like he is getting electrocuted and falls to the ground beneath the table.

"You all stand there in grief, horror, and in partial awe so I am still going to have to ask you all to pull yourselves back into the truck," George says as you well your eyes with tears and make the first clean pull and move into the passengers side. Savanah goes next and succeeds, now sitting at the back of the truck. Brody is the last to pull.

You watch the side of his face not wanting to lose another... friend and having wanted to understand the weird tension and bring it finally to an end. Brody succeeds as you all drive to safety.

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You character and Brody would carry that awkward tension, the thin line between hate and love as you bantered and pointed guns in one another faces before shooting a zombie behind the other. You were surprised to learn the vicious protectiveness of Brody's character to yours often throwing Savanah out as bait to save you and she too was now getting sick of being the constant middle man.

Savanah called you out. "Its either you admit to your feelings to one another now, or I am going to announce to everyone the things you have said behind one another's backs. Grow up you two, its making all of this a lot harder than it should be. I mean, I think even Benardo saw it and agreed."

You could hear a few gasps from off camera that reminded you of the set you were playing in, the character you were playing as and the lights and cameras felt way too imposing once more and you shrunk down into your seat. An unknown guilt crept its way through your shaking hands as Spencer turned to you, grabbing one suddenly before letting out a large sigh and soon all of the background noise faded into the back of your mind.

You could not tell if Spencer was Brody, or Brody was Spencer in that moment as he spoke out- admitting to his jealous and distance to your past partners and the true feelings he held for you. Only finding them when your life was on the line, zombies banging on the door of the shelter you all thought to have found, that he loved you- he loves you.

And in not finding the right words to say right away, you pulled Brody- Spencer into a hug and whispered into his ear, unsure and uncaring if the mics would pick it up as well, I love you too.

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"CUT! Amazing work everyone. Thats an official wrap on episodes one and two. After lunch we will be filming the finale, so be sure to take a rest and plan those skits," Alex yelled as the house lights came back on, your eyes blinking out of character as your arms fell from one another and back down to your sides.

You and Spencer both watched as everyone gradually flooded out of the room. Courtney and Shayne both passing you a smile before turning down the hall. "You are one hell of an actor," Spencer starts with in a teasing tone that you match, "I could say the same to you as well."

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Jenga Decides Our Fate | Smosh vs. Zombies (ep.1+2)

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[jeonjcngkook]

incandescent | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, established relationship

rating: pg

wc: 1.3k

warnings: theyre so in love with each other🤭! koos singing voice lulls us all 🤲🏻 makin’ out, playing with koos pretty hair bcs its exactly what he deserves !!!

summary: you and your boyfriend spend a comfortable romantic night in together.

note: unedited. repost bcs the last one stopped showing in tags 🙃.

Is there anything more beautiful than the sound of your boyfriend's voice?

The deep tenors and sweet cadences lull you into a state of calm as you stretch yourself out on the couch below, listening to Jungkook reach the notes in a perfect sequence to the song he is currently singing on his karaoke machine.

Friday nights are typically spent with each other as you participate in different activities. Your relationship's own version of a ‘date night’, you could say. However, this time it had been agreed between you both that staying in and enjoying each other's company in the cosiness of the home you built together was exactly what was needed.

Earlier, Jungkook prepared dinner for you both — a spread on the table of both your favourite foods and glasses of alcohol to wash it down with. Every detail had been carefully thought of, all the way down to the scented candles, that he personally chose to match the fragrances of the food.

Now, with full tummies and even fuller hearts, you both lie within the blanket of reds, blues and greens from the stars of his favourite LED light system and a spread of mandarin & grapefruit scented candles decorating the living room.

You could listen to Jungkook’s voice all day and never be tired of it. The calming effect he has on you with his words alone is something you have always admired. It doesn’t take much for a yawn to slip through his lips, catching the attention from yourself as he continues to sing through the verse of the next song. You watch as he attempts to stifle it underneath his breath, pulling the thin knitted throw up to his face to conceal the motion.

A sweet smirk is on your lips as he continues his lacklustre attempt at concealing his tiredness. Tears cling to his lower lash line from the yawn, head falling to the side and landing on your shoulder.

“You should get some sleep,” you’re quick to say as you feel him wriggle further into your warmth, his hand finding your spare hand that isn’t holding your phone and intertwining his fingers with your own.

“I’m fine staying here with you, baby,” he mumbles back in retaliation, cutting himself off mid-song to rebuttal back, voice half asleep and rubbing at his eyes like that will do the job of removing the sleep out of it. “I like laying here with you.”

You huff a little at his words. He is too darn cute for his own good and it makes your body warm knowing that he is licking being with you over much needed rest.

“But we could lie together in bed, snuggle up nice and cosy, and then in the morning come back here and cuddle all day into the night. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect way to begin our weekend?” You reason with him.

Jungkook’s lips part open for a moment as if he had the words to argue back with but is quick to shut them and opts for putting his microphone down on the coffee table instead. He finds the remote control for the TV and lowers the volume to something less deafening and one a little more relaxing as the lofi sounds act as a background ambiance.

He turns towards you and you watch as the flickers of the candles scattered around the room flicker and dance against his skin; bathing him in an ethereal glow — just like how an angel should look. The bright vibrant amber candlelight beautifully illuminates the melanin of his skin, extenuating his tanned skin stunningly.

It doesn’t help that his shirt is loose and baggy on his upper body, sleeves cuffed half way on his upper arm showing off his pretty tattoos of striking colours and bold black lines, only for the muscle under his skin to thicken as he brings his hand up to his hair. You watch intently as both hands comb through the long curly tresses from forehead to crown; again and again and it only magnifies just how pretty your boyfriend is.

The tip of his tongue presses against his inner cheek, his cheek protruding from the outside…an action he usually does when he is deep in thought. With the way the light hits his soft skin, it perfectly shows off how sharp his jawline is and how his gentle pink lips rest in a natural pout, leaving them looking plump, pink and irresistibly kissable.

“‘m not tired,” he argues, a grin on his face as he lies himself down next to you on the L shape of the couch, pulling back the thin blanket that has been resting on the headrest of the sofa and engulfs you inside the fabric before laying his head into your lap and effectively trapping you against the back of the leather and his body. Another yawn takes over his body as you feel him stiffen as he rides it out.

You lift your hand up to his face and let your fingers play delicately with the strands of his hair, twisting it around your finger and curling it around his ear away from his face.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as you continue playing with his hair, adding to his tiredness and lulling him into a state of slumber. The atmosphere is exactly what Jungkook had promised earlier…cosy.

Jungkook’s eyes slipped shut, just long enough for you to see before he is prying them back open again with as much willpower as he can possibly muster. With the feeling of your fingers gently twisting and pulling at his hair, he has no argument against his exhaustion as it finally reaches him.

You reach the tight curls at the base of his neck, fingers playing with the curls as you make sure to let your nails scratch lightly at the base of his scalp, knowing that Jungkook has no bone in his body to make this stop, enjoying your touches so much.

You have him exactly where you want him.

Jungkook’s eyes are glazed over with sleep and yet all the same still looks dreamy — the browns are rich and deep, flakes of amber dotted within his irises. Love songs are written about eyes like his. It wasn’t hard to peer into them and to see your own smile reflecting back when he looks at you.

He runs his thumb over your lower lip, parting them just slightly before he leans down, pillowy lips connecting to yours in a soft kiss.

The feeling is so fulfilling that it is enough to make your eyelids flutter shut and your heart racing in your chest with blissful warmth as he presses his mouth deeper into yours. Even in a state of sleep, the kiss is still filled with emotion — passionate and sensual.

Jungkook moans as his mouth continues to work over yours, his teeth catching your lower lip and biting down with little pressure and letting it snap back before chasing your mouth for a second kiss.

Your hands run through his hair,nails grazing his scalp enticingly, eliciting another moan from deep within his chest. The way you kiss him has him seeing stars; dazed and lost in the touch of your lips. You caress his face with delicate touches, tongues flicking across his mouth and the way you counter back by nibbling in his own bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

Endearingly, you both press your foreheads together and close your eyes with a smile on both your lips.

Jungkook’s hand finds home on his hip before slipping underneath the cotton material of your t-shirt and resting his hands there. His thumb runs tracks over your skin in back and forth strokes as you bask in the calming, soothing sensation.

You feel his foot nudge open your legs as he tangles his limbs with yours and pulls you impossibly closer to you, your own leg now resting on top of his lip as you lock each other within the other's arms.

The feeling of Jungkook’s breath against your skin causes goosebumps to travel over your body, the warmth now turning into a small bonfire as love for the sleepy man in your arms ignites and burns bright.

It isn’t long before his breathing becomes drawn out and even, loud snores whistling through his nose and his thumb slows its movements as he eventually falls asleep in your arms.

“So much for not being sleepy,” you mock him as if he could hear, when deep down you wish that he had taken off into a dreamy slumber.

With gentle ease, you press the palm of your hand against his full cheek and brush your thumb over his cheeks the same way he did with your hip moments ago. You press your head against his forehead and land a tiny, light, airy kiss on his pouty lips.

You close your own eyes, listening to the flickering sounds of the small candles around the living room as well as concentrating on the rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing, hoping to ease yourself into your own slumber.

What felt like a moment later, Jungkook tightens his hold on you, whispering a small ‘i love you’, before sleep eventually blankets over you.

[writingforstraykids]

Letters Of Love - Hyunjin🖤

Pairing: Hyunjin x gn!Reader (poly!skz)

Word Count: 882

Summary: Your next message goes to Hyunjin - this time about a sunny day spent in a field of flowers.

Warnings/Tags: fluff

A/N: My bad, I was swamped with work yesterday, and I didn't have the energy to prepare the post😅I hope you guys enjoy it🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan | Minho | Changbin | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

You take a deep breath, your heart warming as you click on the next picture in your gallery. This one is a little different from the rest—so soft and dreamy that it almost looks like something out of a fairy tale. It’s from a day that still feels like a beautiful blur in your memory: a picnic with Hyunjin in the middle of a field of vibrant wildflowers.

In the photo, you’re sitting together on a plaid blanket spread out over the green grass, surrounded by an ocean of delicate blossoms. Hyunjin is facing the camera, his gaze slightly averted as he looks off into the distance with a peaceful smile. His long hair falls over his shoulders in loose waves, gently tousled by the breeze, catching the light of the afternoon sun. He’s leaning back on one hand, his other hand resting near yours as if he’d been just about to reach out. The flowers around him—poppies, daisies, and buttercups—seem to almost glow, their colors blending into a mesmerizing sea of red, white, and yellow. It’s as if he’s the prince of this floral kingdom, serene and perfectly at home in the midst of all that beauty.

You’re in the picture too, your eyes sparkling with joy and laughter. You’d been caught mid-laughter, looking at him like he was the only thing that mattered at that moment. There’s a basket beside you filled with fruits, sandwiches, and little pastries you’d baked together the night before. It’s all so peaceful, so soft, that you can practically feel the warm breeze and hear the distant hum of insects buzzing lazily around you.

That day had been one of those perfect, lazy afternoons that you never wanted to end. Hyunjin had suggested the idea out of the blue—his eyes lighting up as he mentioned a secluded flower field he’d stumbled across while out for a drive. He said it looked like something out of a painting, and you couldn’t resist the excitement in his voice. So, you’d packed up a picnic basket, grabbed a blanket, and headed out together.

When you arrived, the sight took your breath away. The field stretched out in all directions, a riot of colors dancing under the sun. You remember how Hyunjin’s face had softened as he looked around, his eyes wide and awed. Without a word, he’d reached out for your hand, tugging you gently into the middle of the flowers, spinning you around playfully until you were both laughing, the sound drifting up into the clear blue sky.

You’d spent hours there, eating, talking, and lying on your backs, watching the clouds drift by. At one point, he’d plucked a daisy and carefully tucked it behind your ear, his gaze soft and affectionate as he murmured that you looked like something straight out of a dream. Then he’d leaned in, his voice quiet but filled with that familiar poetic rhythm, sharing some verses he’d written just for you—words about love and beauty and the fleeting nature of moments like these.

You felt so close to him in that moment—like the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of you and the flowers swaying gently around you. He’d painted the scene perfectly with his words, each one lingering in your heart long after he’d stopped speaking.

With a smile, you select the picture and start typing your message, knowing Hyunjin will understand every sentiment behind each word.

Message to Hyunjin:

My prince,

I found this picture of us in the flower field, and I couldn’t help but remember how magical that day felt. It was like being in a world where everything was softer, brighter, and just… more beautiful because I was there with you. Watching you surrounded by all those flowers, seeing that peaceful smile on your face, I remember thinking, “This is where he belongs.”

That afternoon was perfect, wasn’t it? Just the two of us, no rush, no distractions. I loved the way you pointed out every little detail—the way the colors of the flowers shifted with the sunlight, or how you made up stories about each cloud that drifted by. I could listen to you talk like that forever, Jinnie. You have a way of making even the simplest things feel like art.

Thank you for sharing that side of you with me—for letting me see the world through your eyes, even if just for a little while. You make everything feel softer, more beautiful, just by being there.

Happy anniversary, my prince. Here’s to many more afternoons like that one, and to many more words whispered between us.

With all my love,

Your sunflower

As you send the message, you close your eyes for a moment, the memory of that flower field still vivid in your mind. You can almost feel Hyunjin’s hand reaching for yours, the warmth of his smile when he sees your message. He might blush a little, might hide his face in his hands because he’s so easily flustered, but you know he’ll treasure it, just like he treasures every moment you’ve shared. Because that’s who he is—your prince, forever finding beauty in the smallest of things and making you feel like the most precious part of his world.

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[glossysoap]

(A little angsty snippet I just thought of. Like a RTC au)

After about a year since your dissapearance, Gaz goes missing on a mission. One second hes there, telling the team he's cleared a building, the next his com is quiet, his weapons are on the floor and he's gone.

Simon and Johnny just completely crumble. It happened again. They let someone else that care for dissapear. Price shuts everyone out completely. Task Force 141 is in a dissaray, half their members gone, the remaining falling deeper and deeper into depression.

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Gaz won't stop struggling against the multiple black clad men. Not until he sees you standing in the corner of the room. Dressed in a similar uniform, and a blank expression on your face, you're watching him. He freezes.

"Y/n..."

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You visibly stiffen. You felt like you were hit with a truck. Memories of...this man popped in your head again and again. He knew you. You knew him! Eyes widening when he was shoved into the chair, you stepped forward and grabbed a doctor's wrist before he could start activating it. Your metal arm whirred and readjusted.

Then the room was plunged in chaos. You dodged arms and weapons and grabbed the man, yanking him out of the chair before quickly pulling him out of the room and rushing down the hall, heavy footsteps following closely behind

(I reached my creative limit, you can continue writing the scene lol. Does y/n and gaz get out? Do they get back to 141? Or do they get caught amd gaz is killed or trained to be a new soldier🤔🤔)

déjà vu ; ready to comply - verse

warnings/tags: this is a drabble so it won’t be perfect. gore, description of torture, weapons, maybe some inaccuracies when it comes to geography but this isn’t school so 🫣

notes: russian will be in bolded italics, and english translation will be in non bolded italics. chapter 10 of rtc is coming soon i promise i promise i promise!! hopefully this is enough to tide you over in the meantime.

this isn’t canon in the ready to comply fic. here’s the fic itself that you’ll need to read in order to understand.

word count: 4,000+

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Ten months had passed since you were captured.

Winter had changed to Spring, the snow that stuck to the grass had melted away. Flowers bloomed in their absence. The sun was blinding, almost mockingly so — how could it be so bright and light when you were dead? Shouldn’t it be dark and gloomy? Full of thunderstorms and howling wind?

Spring had changed to Summer, bringing sweltering heat and humid air. There was a pool available for marine training on base, so it was always utilized for anyone to cool off if desired. When the base was stricken with heat waves, you could always be found in that pool. Sporting a swimsuit in your favorite color, keeping yourself afloat by resting your elbows on the edge of the concrete behind you. You would just relax in the cool water, legs swaying in the natural current created by other swimmers. You would lean your head back and close your eyes, basking in the refreshing cold instead of the sweltering heat.

That summer after your disappearance death, though? It couldn’t be more different.

It was full with recruits and some soldiers, looking to cool off from the hot temperatures. You weren’t in the pool, enjoying the cool water and relaxing, without the stress of assignments. You were no where to be found.

Soon, Summer had turned to Fall. Leaves changed colors before falling off of the trees from which they were hanging. The green foliage would turn into shades of orange and red. The sweltering temperatures would finally change into a pleasant chill. People would bundle up, but not to an overwhelming or inconvenient degree — just a light jacket would do.

Fall was always your favorite season. You enjoyed the weather, as it wasn’t snowing just yet, but it definitely wasn’t full of heat waves anymore.You especially enjoyed the little things. You enjoyed layering your jackets and wearing boots. You enjoyed the taste of warm apple cider or hot chocolate on a particularly chilly night. You enjoyed the feeling of curling up in front of a fire, bundled up in a blanket (that you would never admit was stolen from Soap and Ghost).

Soap and Ghost knew it all too well, how the chilly season was your favorite.

They would always see you sipping on your hot drinks while you worked on your reports, your lips quirked up at the edges as you savored the sweet taste. Ghost would notice when your eyes searched your room for your favorite jacket, then your eyes would brighten when you see him retrieving it for you. He always knew where it was, miraculously. Sometimes, he would even catch you before you put it on yourself, and he would come up behind you and put the jacket on for you. He would be so gentle, pulling the sleeves on each arm and making sure the jacket was on comfortably. He would make sure to adjust the collar when he faced you, taking note of your wide eyes and flustered gaze under his attention.

On particularly chilly nights, Soap would notice how you blew air into your hands to warm them up. He would jog over to you and offer you his jacket to wear, and have you stuff your hands in the pockets. When he was feeling more bold, he might unzip his jacket and gesture for you to walk over to him, before enveloping you in his big arms and the jacket at the same time.

(….)

Soon, it was November 2020. Ten months since you had been captured. Ten months since a cloud of darkness settled on the task force. Ten months since a hole was carved into the hearts of Soap and Ghost.

The 141 was stationed in Moscow to investigate a potential terrorism threat, with their plane five minutes from touching down.

“Let’s go over the plan again. Ghost and Soap, you’ll be providing air support from the neighboring buildings. Gaz and myself with be inside, gathering intel and clearing the building. All clear?” Price’s voice echoed throughout the aircraft.

All of the men nodded.

(….)

The building was quiet, Gaz noticed. Too quiet.

He could hear the floorboards creak under his boots with every step he took. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he held his rifle, pointing the weapon forward in case he came across any hostile.

The scope light on his rifle illuminated the dark, dusty hallway.

He kicked open door after door, peering inside the rooms and scanning for any hostiles or hostages. Rifle raised and ready to empty a magazine into any enemy soldier that enters his sights.

After fifteen minutes, Gaz had cleared the first five floors of the building of any hostiles. He had also found multiple documents detailing the future plans of the terrorist group.

He only had one more floor to clear. The penthouse.

Every room on the last floor was ransacked. Desks rummaged through, papers strewn about and blood splattered on the walls. The flickering light fixtures had fallen from the ceiling and were now dangling from exposed wires.

Every other room had a dead body or two in it, blood pooling around their bodies and intestines spilling from their guts. Gaz could guess how long some people had been dead for by the rotting stench that flowed through the room, and how their skin had lost any warmth or color.

Nevertheless, he still stepped into every room and skimmed through the papers and yanked open the desk drawers, hoping to find any intel worth using.

In a few rooms, he found files that may bring the task force to new leads. The files ranged from coordinates to details on dirty politicians. He slipped the files into his backpack before zipping it shut.

He quickly finished clearing that floor and reached to click on his radio, clicking until he was tuned into the task forces radio.

“Bravo 2-6 to Bravo 0-6. All clear. Ready for evac—,” Gaz was interrupted by a soft thud behind him, before a needle pinched his neck. He turned around to see who had ambushed him, but his vision went black before he could make anyone out.

At the sound of Gaz’s radio abruptly cutting out, Price’s brows furrowed as his hand reached for his radio.

“You’re cutting out, Sergeant. Repeat your last.”

Static. No response. Nothing but static.

Hearing the conversation, Soap and Ghost looked at each other as a feeling of dread washed over them.

Something wasn’t right.

(….)

Their feelings of dread were confirmed when they arrived on the penthouse floor. What they saw was Price kneeling in front of Gaz’s combat gear and weapons, all strewn across the floor.

But Gaz was gone. Nowhere to be found.

(….)

The next day, Kyle gasped awake, eyes wide and darting around to scan his surroundings. He was being dragged by two soldiers, dressed in all black and faces completely covered with masks. Heavily armed with assault rifles and tasers — all weapons that were second nature to him. But seeing those soldiers so heavily armed only served to remind him that he was completely unarmed himself. He had no gear to protect himself from injuries either.

Speaking of injuries, if the pain radiating from his shins were anything to go by, whoever captured him must have sprained them. They also felt raw and inflamed, like they were scraped.

Not only was he unarmed and stripped of any combat gear, but his muscles felt numb and sluggish. It was as if his body lost circulation and needed to be shaken for the pins and needles feeling to go away.

His legs were heavy as his feet dragged along the floor. If those soldiers weren’t dragging him from his underarms, he surely would’ve collapsed onto the floor by now. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

He must’ve been drugged.

He was being dragged down a hallway with grey walls and flickering lights, concrete floors that were stained with blood and waste. He could smell the metallic scent and the pungent smell of ammonia with every breath he took.

Screams echoed through the hallway and sent a chill down his spine. The screams came from men and women, even children. All at the top of their lungs, no doubt leaving their throats raw. Some of the people even screamed for help.

As each scream and wail hit his ears, his breath quickened and his heart raced with panic. He needed to get out of here.

It took every bit of willpower in his body and every cell of strength, but he started thrashing in the soldiers’ grasp. His muscles burned as they awoke, jolting his nerves with every movement he made — but he persisted nonetheless.

He kicked and screamed in an effort to escape from their hold but to no avail. All it did was make the soldiers’ huff in frustration and jerk him forward, still dragging his body like a ragdoll down that hallway.

After a minute, the soldiers reached a metal door. It was engraved with crimson octopus with a skull for a head. The tentacles of the octopus spanned out around the skull, almost in a perfect circle. Rust and dirt lined every crevice of the insignia, from the eye sockets of the skull to the suction cups on each tentacle.

The door was metal and had multiple locks and latches, as well as a keypad. It was also equipped with a fingerprint scanner and retina scanner.

Without releasing Kyle from his grip, one of the soldiers used one hand to key in a code and press his thumb against the scanner. He then pulled his mask down in order for his retina to be scanned.

The door opened with a creak.

Once the door was opened, the two soldiers dragged Gaz into a room filled with other soldiers. The room was filled with security cameras, headlamps, and medical equipment. A chair was in the middle of the room, with a couple of doctors stationed next to it.

Gaz’s wide eyes darted around the room nervously, looking at every threat and accessing the situation. He was desperate to find any means of escape.

As his eyes went from soldier to soldier, doctor to doctor, they landed on a face that made his breath catch in his throat. One that he hasn’t seen in nine months.

Yours.

He freezes in shock. He felt like he was hallucinating at the sight of his friend standing there, alive, when you had been assumed dead for nearly a year.

You stood across from him on the opposite side of the room, leaning against the wall. Your gaze was cold and calculated as you stared at his thrashing figure. Your (eye color) eyes didn’t hold any emotion or recognition, nor did the rest of your face. Your jaw was clenched and your lips were pressed together. Your brows were relaxed and your head was held high. Your (insert hair texture) hair was kept out of your face with (braids or hair tie).

The more his eyes lingered on you, the more changes he noticed.

You had gained a substantial amount of muscle since the last time he saw you. Before you were captured, you had the muscle build of a civilian — someone who wasn’t trained in the special forces.

Now? You looked like you had skyrocketed past basic training and could easily hold your own against any of the task force.

Your face was now littered with scars, lines of raised and blistered skin left behind from missions and training. All the marks of a worthy asset.

Some scars healed jagged and some healed straight. Some were still fresh and inflamed, others were old and already healed completely. One started above your left eyebrow and cut straight through, almost slashing your eye but just missing it. Another started underneath your right eye and spanned across the bridge of your nose, then ending under your left eye. Another started just below your right cheekbone, slashing down past your jaw and ending at your jugular. Another scar started right above your upper lip and slashed through your lip, before continuing down to your chin in perfect symmetry. The scar tissue on your upper lip puckered, leaving your mouth almost in a permanent snarl.

The scar that made Gaz’s eyes water was the nasty slash that spanned all the way around your neck, in a perfect circle. Little slits decorated that nasty slash, marking the slash every few inches.

Gaz’s eyes widened as the realization hit him, of what caused that scar. Barbed wire.

Your nose was crooked as if it was broken over and over, before healing incorrectly.

He also noticed how similar your clothes were to the soldiers’ attire. You wore black cargo pants that were equipped with thigh holsters on each leg, one holding a hand gun and the other holding a tactical knife. Your kneecaps were protected by leather knee pads. You were wearing black combat boots as well.

You wore a black leather jacket and a black tactical vest, straps buckled on your chest. The jacket was long sleeved only on your right arm, but completely sleeveless on your left arm — revealing your metal prosthetic arm.

Gaz gasped at the sight of the metal arm in place of where your flesh used to be.

“..(Y/N)?”

You visibly flinch at the man’s words, eyes widening as images flashed through your brain. The laughs that burned themselves into your memory were now echoing through your mind. It was as if a puzzle piece fit back into place.

“You’re the new medic, right?” A voice came from your right, all young and British. You looked up from your medical instruments to see a soldier jogging towards your station. He had darker skin and kinky hair that was cut very short. His eyes were a warm brown framed by thick lashes, and his smile felt infectious. He was sporting a light blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore tan tactical gear, complete with a tan bulletproof vest and tan cargo pants. A patch of the United Kingdom’s flag was velcroed onto his vest, matching the hat he sported as well.

“Right you are, Sergeant. Y/N L/N at your service,” You joked as you held your hand out for him to shake, meeting his soft yet calloused hand with yours.

“Please, call me Gaz. It’s nice to have someone to keep us from killin’ ourselves out here.” He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners.

You were pulled out of your memory by the sound of the man, of Gaz, shouting.

“Get the fuck off me!” He shouted, thrashing in the soldiers’ grip as they tried pulling him over to the chair. The same chair you were shackled to ten months prior. The same chair where you witnessed your own arm being torn off, your muscles shredded and bone splintered off.

With that thought in mind, suddenly something switched. You wouldn’t let anything happen to him. You wouldn’t let any harm come to the one fragment of your past life that you can remember.

You pushed off of your position on the wall and charged at them, without an ounce of hesitation. Even as doctors and other soldiers around you called your serial number, or demanded that you stand down, you ignored them all.

Except, three guards already began advancing on you. You didn’t waste any time in taking them out.

The first tried to strike you with a taser baton to incapacitate you but you easily dodged him, elbowing him in his throat before kicking his shin and sending him to his knees. The next two tried taking you on at the same time. You started by punching one in the throat and sending him coughing to the floor, which let you take on the other guard. You grabbed his neck with your metal hand and brought his head down to meet your kneecap, a loud crack hitting your ears. He bounced off of your knee and fell back on the concrete floor, blood flowing from his nose and mouth.

The first guard was scrambling to his feet so you pulled a knife from your holster and threw it at him, hitting him square in the neck. His carotid artery began spewing blood as he fell back to the floor, gurgling as blood trickled from his mouth.

You gazed upon every other soldier and doctor in the room, assessing whether they were a threat anymore. They were all wide eyed and skittish, and some had even stepped backward.

You were now able to set your sights on one of the men holding Gaz. You used your metal arm to grip his throat and you squeezed. Only a few seconds passed before he let your friend out of his clutches. The cold steel of your hand almost crushed his windpipe as you dragged him by his throat to stand in front of you — acting as your human shield.

The second that the HYDRA soldier was in front of you, you snaked that metal arm around his neck to keep him in your grasp. You used your other hand to reach into your holster and grab your handgun.

The other soldier that was holding Gaz dropped him instantly, letting him fall to the floor. Thankfully, the drugs had worn off long enough so he had regained feeling in his muscles. His knees were still aching but aside from that, he was able to move. Your friend wasted no time in scrambling up from the floor and limping to stand behind you.

The soldier in your hold was squirming and thrashing in your grip, but due to your genetic enhancement, his struggle was useless.

You pointed the gun at any soldier or doctor who dared to step towards you and your friend. Your eyes darted to every soldier and doctor in this room, with your eyes narrowed and teeth bared.

Almost daring them to challenge the very weapon that they created.

“Вы не тронете его.” You will not touch him. You growled, before emptying a round into everyone else in the room.

(….)

The second that you left that room, you told Kyle to take the soldiers’ assault rifle while you were still using him as a human shield. You tossed your own handgun to the floor as it was empty, and pulled out a similar gun from your human shield’s holster.

“I’ll lead, you cover me from behind.” You murmur as the two of you began sprinting down the hallway.

“Roger.” He nodded without hesitation.

You knew the guards rotation patterns and schedules like the back of your hand after being kept here for so long, so you knew that the hallway would be clear except for two guards at the very end of the hallway.

Once you neared the end of the hallway, you motioned for Kyle to stand behind you.

You approached the two soldiers and they quickly started shouting when they noticed you using a soldier as a shield. You aimed your gun at them and tightened your hold on the soldier in your grasp at the same time.

The soldier in your grip began coughing and gasping for breath, clawing at your metal arm. At the sight of their fellow soldier suffocating, the two soldiers raised their hands in surrender.

But you didn’t release the human shield.

You emptied a round into the two soldiers, letting blood splatter the walls and enjoying the sounds of their cries of pain as bullets tore through their flesh.

You enjoyed watching as their bodies crumpled to the floor in a pitiful pile, their intestines spilling out of their stomachs. One of the soldiers even whimpered at the sight of his organs spilling out.

You knew he was feeling nauseous looking at the red flesh and muscle tissue, mixed with blood clots and plasma.

“Не слишком хорошо, не так ли? Смотреть, как твое собственное тело разрывают на части?” Doesn’t feel too good, does it? Watching your own body get torn apart? You spat.

You yanked your metal arm and heard a sickening crack as you snapped the human shields neck like a twig. You tossed his corpse to the ground next to the two others.

“You alright? Ready to go?” Gaz spoke up beside you, still holding the assault rifle. You could feel his eyes on you as you knelt down and took any of their handguns, ammo, knives and grenades.

“Yes and yes.” You muttered, kicking the corpses aside before punching in a code to the keypad which unlocked the doors.

When you kicked the door open, you saw that there were no guards in this hallway — just like you expected.

The two of you wasted no time sprinting for the set of stairs leading to the exit hatch.

Once you reached the hatch, you keyed in the exit code. The metal creaked as you easily pushed the hatch open, letting light pour into the stairway.

You and Gaz stepped out of the bunker before you pushed the hatch door closed with a clank.

Once the hatch door was closed and locked, you turned to look at Gaz who was already staring at you in disbelief. Taking in all of your enhancements and changes, let alone the fact that you were still alive.

He was about to open his mouth to ask you, were you really okay? Why was your arm replaced with a prosthetic instead of simply repaired?Most importantly, how were you alive?

But before he could, you spoke, “Can you walk?” You nodded towards his injured legs.

He glanced down and almost nodded before realizing that he couldn’t possibly limp all the way to a boat or plane, then all the way to the base.

He looked back up at you with a sigh and shook his head.

“No problem.” You shrugged before cupping the back of his knees with one arm and holding his back with another arm. Without breaking a sweat, you lifted him up off the ground and into a bridal carry. He yelped and wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Take the gun and keep it to cover us, just in case.” You ordered, receiving a nod in response.

From there, you ran away from the bunker while you carried him in your arms. Gaz pointed the rifle behind you and scanned your surroundings to ensure you weren’t being followed.

Orange leaves crunched beneath your boots as you ran, and the pleasant wind blew against your cheeks.

A few minutes passed as you made the trek from the bunker all the way to the shore. From hills, to valleys and finally the docks.

When the wooden docks came into your sights, you slowed down to a jog before carefully setting your friend down. He winced when his feet hit the floor, but continued providing cover for you nonetheless.

You scanned the docks for a moment before you finally landed on a miracle; a motorboat that was tied to the dock. Your face split into a rare grin as you reached to pat Kyle on the chest, without taking your eyes off of the boat.

“There’s our ticket out of here.”

(….)

Twenty two hours later, you had approached the docks of Seoul. Luckily, the motorboat was full on fuel and stocked with water, so your journey to safety wasn’t as bad as it could be.

The two of you stepped out of the motorboat and made it to solid ground on the wooden docks. Gaz cracked his joints and stretched, letting out a sigh of relief.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, eyeing your friend up and down.

“Better. Mostly just hungry and homesick.” He replied while gathering any supplies from the motorboat.

“We’ll hitch a ride on a plane and there’s going to be food there.” You told him, scoping out the nearby civilian life and storefronts. “Where am I taking you?”

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Back to the boys..?” He trailed off, as if it was self explanatory.

You quirked a brow.

“Who?” You asked.

His eyes widened in realization. You remembered him, but you didn’t remember the rest of the 141. You didn’t remember your life with them either.

“It’s nothing. Just England is fine, then I can take the lead from there.” He forced a smile.

You noticed his air of unease but nodded anyway.

The two of you abandoned the boat and headed towards the town, carrying the supplies and weapons with you.

Once you entered the town, you had found a directory with a map on it. On the map, it showed where the nearest airport was. Luckily for both of you, it was close by with only a few miles on foot.

The two of you made the trek to the airport in good time, weaving your way through the crowds in order to enter the building.

On the way to the schedule board, you passed a gift shop. You peeked inside to find it empty, as the employees were away from the shop. You saw a duffel bag that looked perfect for carrying all of your supplies, and you made quick work of snagging it and shoving everything in it.

You and Gaz headed towards the flight schedule board, where you could see a scheduled flight for England would be boarding in half an hour.

Right next to you, you heard a family speaking in obnoxious British accents, arguing over their travel plans. You assumed that they were vacationing in Seoul and about to return home to England. They were arguing so fervently that none of them noticed as the mother dropped some things from her purse. Two of the items being tickets. You also spotted a couple of pounds. Your lips quirked into a smirk as you hatched a plan.

You could feel Gaz’s eyes on you as you walked up to the family, a faux sweet grin painted on your face.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you two, but I noticed that you dropped your phone, ma’am.” You picked it up, along with the two tickets and the money, and gave the woman her phone with a polite grin.

“Oh, you’re an angel!” She fawned, her red lips stretched into a smile. She waved at you and pocketed her phone, before turning back to continue arguing with her family.

You turned to Gaz and gave him a peek of the tickets and the cash before shoving them in your pocket.

Gaz raised his brows, impressed.

With some stroke of luck, the two of you managed to slip past security. After that, you didn’t waste any time jogging to the boarding area. You two then waited in line to hand your tickets to the receptionist.

Luckily, the names on the tickets were believable to be your actual names, as the woman smiled and sent you two on your way.

You returned the smile before grabbing Kyle’s hand and all but dragging him through the hallway that led to the plane.

You and Kyle glanced at each other with relief once you sat in your seats.

(….)

The flight to the United Kingdom lasted thirteen hours.

You had wanted to stay awake for the entire flight so that he could sleep, but he insisted on you sleeping for the first six hours while he stayed awake. Then he would sleep for the next seven hours, and you would stay awake.

Sleep came way too easily for you. Maybe it was because even a plane seat was more comfortable than the small cot in your cell. Whatever the reason was, you weren’t complaining.

When you were awake, you took any food that you were offered, no matter if it was just some peanuts or a plain sandwich. It was better than the slop or the protein shakes that you were used to.

Once the flight landed, you gently shook Gaz’s shoulder to wake him up. He mumbled something incoherent as he awoke, before stretching and letting out a yawn.

The two of you stood up and you reached to get your duffel bag from the overhead luggage area. You let Gaz lead the way down the stairs of the plane and out to the terminal.

Gaz flagged down a cab with a raise of his fingers and the two of you piled into the car, your luggage sitting on your lap.

He told the driver a random location, one that pricked the back of your mind and made you wince in pain.

It was so familiar but so not familiar at the same time.

You tried to shake it off as you clenched your eyes shut, leaning your head back against the headrest in an attempt to quell the pain.

Before you knew it, the car came to a halt. You opened your eyes and saw Gaz thanking the driver. You reached into your pocket and pulled out all of the cash you stole, before handing it to the driver. You didn’t know if it was too much or too little, but by the excited nature of the driver, you could guess that it was too much.

The two of you climbed out of the vehicle and shut the doors behind you, watching as the cab pulled away.

You turned to see where you were dropped off, only to be hit with an onslaught of shocks radiating in your brain.

The two of you were standing in front of the military base belonging to the 141. You didn’t know who it belonged to, nor did you care. You just knew that it was way too familiar and also too alien at the same time.

The big walls of the base resembled a fortress, the familiar brown and green colors of the building sending shocks to your heart.

You could feel your heart pounding in your ears and your breath quicken as you noticed more familiar features.

The security outside. The big double doors. The military vehicles parked outside.

Your ears rang and your vision blurred. This was too much, too much, too much.

You could only feel Gaz’s hand pulling you along, all the way to the curb and to the double door entrance. He only stopped for a moment, to allow the security camera to grant him access.

(….)

One day after Gaz disappeared, the team landed in the United Kingdom.

Simon and Johnny had resorted to staying in their quarters, mourning one of their only friends. Gaz’s disappearance also reminded them of your disappearance ten months earlier, which ultimately resulted in your death.

The two men usually laid in their bed, nestled in each others arms and gripped each other tight. Price was the only person they had left besides each other, and even he was isolating himself from everyone.

The captain took Gaz’s disappearance the worst. He blamed himself for not being on the same floor as him the entire time. He could have taken out any threats while Kyle raided the rooms for intel. He should have done that. Gaz would still be here if he did.

Even worse, Kyle’s disappearance served to remind Price of your disappearance. Your screams echoed in his head, even after all this time. Knowing that you had sunk to the ocean floor and died a cold and lonely death after being swiped right from under their noses only made Price spiral.

He imagined Gaz being hurt just like you were. Stabbed, bones cracked, and drowned.

Price had taken to isolating himself in his office, cutting off any contact with Simon or Johnny. Even Laswell.

The three men not only had to mourn one of their best and brightest soldiers and their best friend, but they also had to mourn you all over again.

What was the point to completing missions if the team would get smaller and smaller each time? What was the point of staying a team if there was barely any team left?

(….)

A few days after his disappearance, what remained of the task force was still mourning their lost soldier.

Simon and Johnny had only left their room to meet Price in the conference room. The meeting was called in relation to disbanding the task force, due to the loss of half of their members.

It was on the first floor, so they walked to the elevator closest to their room.

Simon pressed the button leading to the bottom floor and leaned against the wall of the elevator, threading his hand with Johnny’s as the door shut.

The two men stepped out of the elevator and saw Price waiting outside of the conference room, throwing him a nod of acknowledgment.

The three men were about to walk into the conference room when a buzzing sound caught their attention. It was the same buzzing sound that rang out when the receptionist let someone inside the base.

Because the entrance was right across from the conference room, the three men could easily see who was coming in.

When they saw their teammate who they thought was dead, they all gasped in disbelief. Price’s eyes pricked with tears at the sight of his protégé alive and well. Soap and Ghost let out a relieved sigh at the sight of one of their only friends safe and sound. It was as if their feet moved on autopilot with how they were already running to meet Gaz at the front door.

“No- don’t leave!” They heard Gaz plead to someone that they couldn’t see.

Gaz pushed the door open further, thus revealing who he was talking to. If seeing Gaz made the boys gasp in disbelief, seeing you standing right in front of them damn near took their breath away.

You froze when the door opened all the way. Your eyes darted from the bearded man with tears in his eyes, to the man who wore a skull mask and glossed over brown eyes, to the man with the same cerulean eyes you had dreamt about.

“(Y/N)?”

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1. Hello, looking for fics that discuss or focus around wy being in a different body and yeah kinda just focused around that. thanks!

the soft animal by cafecliche (T, 5k, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, the physicality of moving on: the fic, LWJ is the best husband, Podfic Available, (the presence of) MXY, and a whole bunch of Baby Lans)

a better world by ilip13 (G, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Soft WangXian, mild body dysphoria, Hopeful Ending)

a kind of emptiness by ScarlettStorm (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Eating Disorder Recovery, low angst, Happy Ending, seriously in spite of the tags this fic is very soft, Tender smut, Frottage, Praise Kink, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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2. hopefully something similar to this

thank u!! @/weiwuxianfan34

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

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3. Hi, for the next itmf, do you guys have and lwj/wwx/lxc recs? Like with the three of them together in a relationship. It can be cannon era or modern era, I don't really mind either but I would prefer cannon era. Thank you for the help.

our close and kindred ties by exmanhater (E, 41k, WangXianXi, Pregnancy Kink, Incest, almost incest, Post-Canon, Gender Changes, Always a Different Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Vaginal Fingering, Established Relationship, Situational Incest Only, POV Outsider, Pregnancy, Family Feels, Fluff, Incest Adjacent, Threesome - F/F/M, Relationship Negotiation, (slight) Pregnancy Kink, Kid Fic, Parenting, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Double Penetration, LWJ is a service top, Strap-Ons, Anal Sex, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Restraints, Parenthood) has f!wangxian but otherwise i think it's post-canon-ish setting?

oh we have moved forward in pain by rainbowshoes (E, 47k, WangXianXi, past 3zun, past Niecest, Incest, Post-Betrayal Depression, Severe depressive episodes, Bruises, Bite marks, Consensual sexual injuries, Self harm through sex, self harm ideation, Nightmares, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Excessive Drinking, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Scars, Past Child Abuse, implied ace jc, Explicit Sexual Content, Guilt, Canon-verse version of safe-wording out, Canon-verse version of subdrop, Child Abuse, discussion of death and murder, Discussion of wwx’s first time in the burial mounds, Broken Bones, Starvation, eating corpses, Insecurity not-so-accidental child acquisition, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sort Of, Sibling Incest, mix and mash Mashup of cql verse and novel, anti-lqr)

set my soul alight Series by Skadiseven (E, 42k, WangXianXi, Modern AU, Jadecest, Sibling Incest, Toronto, Halloween Costumes, Halloween, Canada, Jade Xianwich, WWX POV, Power Play, LXC POV, Rough Sex, Intercrural Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Aftercare, Sort Of)

take this weight of mine by soliloqui (E, 84k, WangXianXi, Post-Canon, LXC in Seclusion, Depression, touch starvation, Self-Harm, Suicidal Ideation, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Canon-Typical Violence, Unreliable Narrator, Dual Cultivation, mild fuck-or-die, Mild Consent Issues, please check end notes of chapter 2 for more information, Sibling Incest, Hurt/Comfort, gentle smut, Healing, demisexual LXC, demisexual lwj, Protective LWJ, Protective LXC, Protective WWX, lqr's a++ parenting, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🔒Embers by xantissa (E, 38k, WangXian, XiXian, WangXianXi, Jadecest, Angst, drama, Fluff, Falling In Love, sex pollen trope (curse), dub con, Comfort, Grief, Forgiveness, Happy Ending, Sibling Incest, Switching, Flirting, Learning to live again, Magic, Curses, Everyone is Badass, lwj has a sense of humor, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Threesome - M/M/M, Slow Burn, Angst and Hurt/Comfort)

🔒Magnificent by Anonymous (E, 36k, WangXianXi, Post-Canon, Sibling Incest, Threesome - M/M/M, Deepthroating, Mutual Masturbation, Nipple Play, Blow Jobs, Jadecest, Light Angst, Past NieLan, Sharing a Bed, Canon Compliant, Top LWJ, Switch LXC, Switch WWX, Spitroasting, Face-Fucking, Come Eating, Snowballing, Facials, Praise Kink, over-stimulation, Ass to Mouth, Intercrural Sex, Laughter During Sex, Rimming, Come as Lube, Magical Healing Cock, i guess, Come play)

给我再去相信的勇气 // the courage to believe by howodd5ever (E, 55k, WangXian, WangXianXi, Threesome - M/M/M, Jadecest, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Undernegotiated Kink, Choking, Spanking, Dom/sub, Rough Sex, dub con but trust me wei ying is into it, Polyamory, Getting Together, First Times, porn with a tiny bit of plot if you squint, Bottom wwx, bratty WWX, Marks, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, mostly cql canon timeline but otherwise franken-canon, angst but not about the poly stuff, Cockwarming, a little rimming as a treat)

Fraternal Fissures by Foregone_Shadow (E, 33k, Jadecest, WangXianXi, Angst with a Happy Ending, Threesome - M/M/M, Dual Cultivation, Healing Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Sibling Incest, Explicit Sexual Content, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Somnophilia, Reference to relationships between 3zun, POV Alternating, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Tender Sex, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Care and aftercare, Bondage, dom!lwj, Sub!lxc, Top / Bottom Versatile Characters, LWJ is canonically huge, Size Kink, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Light BDSM, Voyeurism, Depression, Dubious Consent, LWJ talks dirty, Marathon Sex, switch!WWX, Lots of bathing, gagging, Blindfolds, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Belly Kink, Orgasm Denial, Prostate Play)

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4. hello! this is an itmf request. i would love:

A) recs on good case fics - i have a soft spot for those that take place during the cloud recesses study arc, but any and all case fic recs welcome :)

B) recs on de-aging/age regression fics - whether wangxian or other characters. thank you thank you! @/potatokunst

4A)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn) if OP is open to modern AUs

🔒 Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, wangxian, WQ & WWX & WN, Modern Cultivation, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, Trying REALLY hard to not still like your Ex, but failing, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, Case Fic, LWJ’s canonically big dick, sort of a ‘thirsting for your co-worker ex’ vibe, it eventually gets worked out, Mutual Pining, Guest-starring LWJ’s canonically poor communication choices after romantic cave encounters, novel canon relationship dynamics, basically this fic is about escalating sexual tension)

🔒 Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, wangxian, Slow Burn, Mystery, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Case Fic, murders, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, those two are so in love it hurts, Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, badass LXC, Canon-Typical Violence, topLWJ, Bottom LWJ)

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 54k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sentient Burial Mounds, Case Fic, Post-Canon, CQL Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Light Angst, Flashbacks, mild body horror, foot   washing, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy, …then sexual intimacy, [Podfic] build me no shrines by flamingwell)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror)

in your skin by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Horror, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Non-Consensual Body Modification, kinda??, Reflections over death and self-worth, mentions of canon suicide, Near Death Experiences, [Podfic] in your skin by flamingwell)

there was recently a whole event about casefics! Not all of them are wangxian but a lot are so maybe one will catch your interest

💖 I’d be the one to hold you down (kiss you so hard) by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf & tardigradeschool (E, 85k, wangxian, JGY/LXC, NMJ/LXC, modern, leverage au, canon-typical violence, unhealthy relationships, depression, heists, found family, murder, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending)

🧡 moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Ghosts)

Your Hand in Mine by cerbykerby (T, 20k, WangXian, Humor, Comedy, Pining, cursed to hold hands, Light Angst, Sharing a Bed, First Dates, Embarrassment, Fluff, bathing together, Canon Compliant)

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, m.. maybe??, its not as intense as a kink, Fluff, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication)

this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Literal Sleeping Together, Tender wound tending)

4B)

grow by cafecliche (T, 14k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Character Study, Post-Canon, podfic available)

home is where we are by halfdemonvash (T, 17k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng are Bad at Communicating, JC & WWX Reconciliation, but only somewhat because these these things take time, Age Regression/De-Aging, Angst and Feels, Hijinks & Shenanigans, accidental baby acquisition but it's actually your older brother, references to wwx's past being homeless, and also his past food insecurity, rated T for jiang cheng's language, and light sexual content in the beginning, Post-Canon, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Junior Trio Shenanigans)

Bringing Up JC by Mikkeneko (T, 31k, JC & WWX, JC & JL JL & WWX, JL & LSZ, Kid Fic, Age Regression/De-Aging, Fluff and Angst, anticipate about one part kid cuteness to two parts angst, Reparenting, reliving trauma, unpacking JC's childhood issues, no therapy in the jianghu so this will have to do, Take Care reveal, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, WWX Is Good With Children, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Golden Core Reveal)

🔒 Silver & Gold by beeswaxing (E, 162k, wangxian, post-canon, de-aging, fluff & angst, happy ending, fix-it of sorts, family bonding, established relationship, non-sexual intimacy, BAMF WWX, pining, protective WWX)

found your writing on my wall by howodd5ever (T, 25k, WangXian, JC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, De-aged WWX, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Referenced Child Neglect, discussion of parental loss, child food insecurity, Case Fic, kind of, Nightmares)

🔒suddenly an old song fills my heart with home, my eyes with tears by RoseThorne (T, 724, WangXian, JC & WWX, Curses, Rebirth, Memories, Memory Loss, Age Regression/De-Aging, Recovered Memories, POV Third Person)

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5. Hi, I am looking for fics in the canon-ish setting where characters undergo major injuries or illnesses that disable them but they are still bamf? (Last part added to a FF)

we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club) WWX loses a leg & continues fighting the SSC with no-one being the wiser

🔒 no new age by everythingispoetry (M, 146k, wangxian, LSZ & LWJ, LXC/JGY, LXC/NMJ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, Growing Up, Family Dynamics, Self-Discovery, Mental Health Issues, Grief/Mourning, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship) LWJ is left disabled by the 33 lashes punishment, & pushes through it, which I would think qualifies for BAMF status

🧡 Company by WithBroomBefore (T, 29k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, POV LWJ, Fix-It, Pre-Canon, at least to start, WWX goes to Cloud Recesses, But Not In The Usual Way, fear of character death, Everybody Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Light Angst, good teacher LQR, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, brief discussion of past minor character suicide, Kitten, Not YZY Friendly)

🔒 a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, wangxian, SL/XXC, JC & JYL & WWX, JYL & LWJ, WWX & WN & WQ, JYL/JZX, Canon Divergence after Xuanwu Cave, Fall of Lotus Pier, But worse!, Power Imbalance, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Not Everyone Dies AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Major Character Injury, Loss of Limbs, Chronic Illness, Seizures, WWX's Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Wēn Remnants Live, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt/Comfort, Selectively Mute LWJ, Service Animals, Crows)

Obscuring the Sun by Karmiya (E, 24k, WIP, WangXian, WWX & WN, the sunshot campaign, Past Domestic Abuse)

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6. ITMF a fic where preferably wwx is an amputee but lwj is okay too and I’d also prefer it in modern setting but again cannon timeline is fine as well @/zerokogane

we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club) link in #5

🔒some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending)

Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Single Parent LWJ, when you just want disability-led sword lessons for your child, swordflight instructor!wwx, swordflight instructor!lwj, Fluff, give lwj friends agenda, Protective LWJ, Getting Together, Intercrural Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Implied off-screen D/s negotiations)

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7. Hey! Do have any recs where wwx never loses his golden core? Like the Just Say Yes series? Could be an au, or anything. Thank you!

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

Until The World Embraces Me Home by azri (T, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ LWJ, LWJ Has No Golden Core, Role Reversal, Not LXC Friendly, Not JC Friendly, Not cultivation world friendly overall tbh, Sunshot Campaign, Friends to Lovers, Temporary Character Death, WangXian Get a Happy Ending) LZ loses his core but WY keeps his

A Thousand Things by tickertape (M, 108k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX is not adopted by Jiangs, develping friendships, miscommunication, misunderstanding, nightmares, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, slow burn)

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8. Hi, itmf recently completed wips. What's new and good is ready for the binge reading. Thank you! @/best-before-end

pale shadows of forgotten names by Chrononautical (T, 56k, wangxian, Madam Lán Lives, Madam Lán Deserves Better, Good Sibling LXC, Badass LXC, He gets there in the end it just takes a while, Not particularly JGY friendly, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Canon-Typical Behavior, Unresolved Sexual Tension, the universal fear of growing up to become one of your parents, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives AU, Except WN but he's very polite, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Imprisonment, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not between wangxian, Drunk LWJ, to lighten the mood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Traumatized WWX, though he will not admit it, Taking time to heal, canon-typical communication skills)

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9. Hello! I am in the mood for a wangxian arranged marriage fanfic. I would prefer a longer story (over 50k words, if possible). It can be canon or even AU. I would like the story to focus not only on the relationship between LZ and WY but also on the politics behind it. It can also be omegaverse. It would be great if their relationship is rocky at first and then becomes better. If there's more fanfics like this, I would be grateful for all of them. Thank you very much. @/broodyelii

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🧡 a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 179k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage) Definitely meets the length criteria, though its been long enough since I last read it that I don't recall how much it went into the politics of the marriage

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages)

❤️ A Myriad of Blossoms by Itszero (E, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, YLLZ WWX, Hurt LWJ, Cruel wwx, he's cruel until he's not, Protective WWX, Caring WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Dark WWX)

The Scarlet Lotus by rainbowninja167 (M, 137k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Identity, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical war crimes, Yunmeng Bros, the mortifying ordeal of getting seduced by your own husband, nonlinear chronology we die like cql, just kidding nobody dies in this fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication)

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10. Itmf wangxian fics with WWX in peril (happy ending only please).

pitfalls of greed by glitteringmoonlight (T, 3k, wangxian, post-canon, outsider pov, BAMF WWX, kidnapping, violence)

❤️ kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst)

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11. I am currently reading "Get it right (mdzs time travel) Series" by AmiraAlzilu (AO3) and now I'm ITMF for a time travel fic where LXC and LQR are specifically called out for their lack of trust in LWJ witness testimony (aka child/elders in the Burial Mounds) and believing a sworn brother over family. Bonus for a) apologies or b) digging a deeper hole aka surely LWJ is mistaken, Meng Yao would never, I'm looking at you chapter 15 to 17 of this fic LXC (yes I'm salty). Bonus bonus for consequences on LXC's loose lips telling things to others he was asked to keep in confidence.... @/mreisse

I'm #11, and you know what? Recs calling out LXC and LQR is also fine :)

Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 59k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions, LWJ's emotional repression, WWX giving everything as always, LXC realising sympathy is not support, LQR Being an Asshole) Okay so this isn't a time travel fic, so feel free to disregard, BUT! Does have LXC coming to WWX for help & seeing the truth, & characters calling him tf out on how it took him this long, so requester may still be interested

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12. this is an itmf ask!!

fics where wwx is in his full yiling patriarch glory, I want to see scary yllz, possessive yllz (for lwj ofc) anything. longer fics pls but anything is fine, just no wips please haha!!

🔒hold me fast, fear me not by cicer (M, 16k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fairy Tale Elements, Mpreg, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, YLLZ WWX, brief reference to abortificants, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, may be interpreted as noncon by some)

curse of the dragon emperor by lulu_kitty (E, 96k, WangXian, Dragon AU, Canon Divergence, Mythology References, Identity Porn, Cursed WWX, Trans LWJ, Trans Male Character, Misgendering, Canon-Typical Violence, Gender Dysphoria, gender euphoria, Phoenixes, Dragon WWX, Fox WWX, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Cunnilingus, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Dirty Talk, Submissive LWJ, Trauma, WWX Has PTSD, Minor Character Death, Prince WWX, Emperor WWX, Soulmates, Arranged Marriage, Mpreg, Trans Male Pregnancy, Size Difference, Dragonxian has two dicks, YLLZ WWX, technically!, It's more like YLLZ adjacent)

your darkest roads by comefeedtherainn (E, 76k, WangXian, YLLZ WWX, non-yunmeng wwx, Kinda, No Golden Core Transfer, Dark WWX, d/s dynamics, No noncon, playing with subverting some tropes/expectations)

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13. I swear the only reason I can still consume Wangxian content daily is because of your recommendations.

There’s a couple fics I’ve been craving for a while and haven’t been able to find any I really love, so any help/ recommendations would be much appreciated!

A) Lan Xichen focused fics. It’s so hard to find fics that centre him.

B) Lan Sizhui focused fics. Mainly him with his dads/ family, but also him remembering his past would be great! Baby or adult A-yuan.

C) Wangxian being parents. Wei Wuxian being single parent. Just them being amazing dad’s content.

I’d appreciate any of these prompts 💞✨💫 @/jinxedjaz

13A)

Chapter 2 of Every Mother's Son by Chrononautical (T, 11k, Madam Lan & WWX, Madam Lan & LWJ, Madam Lan & Lxc, wangxian, Madam Lán Lives, Madam Lán Deserves Better, Madam Lán Leaves Cloud Recesses, Madam Lan rescues women from abusive husbands in feudal Japan and honestly that's so valid of her, mentions of rape/non-con between Madam Lan & QHJ, Give Madam Lan a name of her own, let Madam Lan find out that QHJ died in a fire as a treat, now with bonus Lan Xichen!) chapter 1 is more focused on LWJ and WWX, I recommend both :)

Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 59k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions, LWJ's emotional repression, WWX giving everything as always, LXC realising sympathy is not support, LQR Being an Asshole) link in #11

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 50k, OFC/LXC, minor WangXian, Isekai, Transmigration, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Amateur cartography, Butterfly Effect, Sunshot Campaign, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, No Golden Core Transfer, Dimension Travel, Politics, LXC the politician, Self-Insert, Foreknowledge, Angst with a Happy Ending) it's SI/OC but heavily features LXC (including some chapters from his POV). also has one of my favorite characterizations of LXC i've seen in fic

To Love What Is Mortal by treemaidengeek (T, 22k, LXC/SL, Post-Canon, Grief/Mourning, Fluff and Angst, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, [Podfic] To Love What Is Mortal by flamingwell) as well as most of the works in this series.

Gentle Exile by rynleaf (E, 9k, LXC/SL, Post-Canon, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, References to Depression, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Study, Epistolary, Post-Canon Exploration, [PODFIC] Gentle Exile by flamingwell, semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona))

13B)

When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场 by acertainrogue (T, 39k, WangXian, WWX is in a coma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Modern AU, Single Dad LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Parenthood, YZY's A+ Parenting, JFM's A+ parenting, wangxian family) this is completely from lsz's pov

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Post-Canon, POV LXC)

The Living Looked That Day by violettressed (T, 19k, LSZ & WN, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Ritualistic Self-Harm, Mild Gore)

🧡 Lan Sizhui Sees Dead People Series by darkbrokenreaper (T, 30k, WIP, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ, JC & LSZ, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, lsz sees dead people, Paranormal)

as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, wangxian, canonical character death, found family, food issues, trauma, LSZ pov, angst w/ happy ending, fluff) LSZ raised by ghost!WWX

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

Remember, Remember by Izzyaro (Isilarma) (G, 1k, LSZ & WN, LJY & LSZ, Character Study, Post-Canon, Family, Families of Choice, Grief/Mourning, Angry LSZ, LSZ Needs a Hug, not for jc fans, LSZ gets a hug) LSZ remembers a few things, & gets to be angry

the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 39k, wangxian, after yiling date, sick child) LSZ is sick for a chunk of this but is still the central character

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling, Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation) featuring protective dad WWX

Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics) being a coming-of-age type story as LSZ discovers his past with WWX

13C)

emergent properties by luckymarrow (E, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Family Fluff, Trans Male Character, Trans LWJ, Queer Families, Queer Youth, Adoption, Baby LSZ, Teen MXY, Crossdressing, but not as a kinkgender expression, Dilf4Dilf Wangxian, Penis In Vagina Sex, Blow Jobs, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, gender euphoria, Cunnilingus)

at no other time by luckymarrow (M, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Queer Families, Queer Youth, Child LSZ, Family Fluff, Non-Explicit Sex, farming, Wangxian Run an Organic Farm as God Intended, Found Family, Families of Choice, Adoption, Trans Male Character, Married WangXian, Established Relationship)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending) this one also has WangXian being great parents, but it's not the main plot of the story.

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love)

❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, [PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)

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14. thanks for your hard work admins! itmf darkji fics :) once again, ty!!

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15. Can you please give me all the Fic Recs you can find on A) WWX getting his body back? Post canon. I’m struggling to find them. And also B) post canon reconciliation docs with JC and Jin ling, and/or C) post canon fica where wwx night hunts and gets injured, and nearly dies? And worries everyone. Please and thank you. @/the-daydreamer

15A)

Touch That Body, (It's Not Mine) by brrrrrRawr (T, 3k, WangXian, WWX in WWX's original body, Fluff, Pet Names, Blushing, No Smut, Genius WWX, yunmeng bros reconciliation, endgame lotus pier, big bro wwx rights, also dad wwx rights, BAMF WWX, Bad Writing, Body Dysphoria, So OOC)

15B)

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL, [PODFIC] Rotten Work by sakizar) qualifies for both 15B and 15C

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) this fic works for both b and c I think

Imprints by Lisa_Telramor (G, 47k, WangXian, accidental puppy adoption, Humor, Panic Attacks, phobia recovery, Post-Canon, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Poor Life Choices, Self-Acceptance, Developing Relationship, fluff with a side of anxiety lol, WWX adopts a puppy, Dogs)

other side of paradise by blueseam (T, 12k, JC & WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Platonic hair-washing, excessive amounts of communication, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

singing through the dark by twigofwillow (G, 13k, JL & WWX, WangXian, Post-Canon, Yunmeng bros reconciliation if you squint, angst with a tiny bit of fluff)

everyone else is spring bound by Lise (T, 18k, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Post-Finale, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Minor WangXian, Yunmeng bros Reconciliation, JC Needs a Hug, POV JC, Family Feels, Light Angst, Reconciliation, Awkward Conversations)

some good mistakes by Lise (T, 18k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Road trips, rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, Awkward Conversations, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, [Podfic] some good mistakes by kisahawklin )

an aging wound by Lise (G, 7k, JC & WWX, POV WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng bros Reconciliation, Awkward Conversations, Light Angst, but mostly just the awkward conversations, Dysfunctional Family, Post-The Untamed (TV), Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels)

With Absolute Splendor by Lise (T, 43k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Wedding planning, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Complicated Relationships, Angst with a happy ending, [Podfic] With Absolute Splendor by kisahawklin, [PODFIC] With Absolute Splendor by Gwogobo)

Jiang Cheng goes Traveling Series by gbuzy12 (G, 11k, JC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Light Angst Post-Canon, yunmeng bros reconciliation)

Reeds in the Wind by merakily (T, 26k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Character Study, Yunmeng bros Reconciliation, Rabbit Therapy, Sewing Therapy, PTSD, Emotional Baggage, Hurt/Comfort, JC is Bad at Feelings, JC Needs a Hug) 15C)

let the yoke fall from our shoulders by occultings (microcomets) (G, 2k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Character Study, Mentions of Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics, Happy Ending, Family Feels, Established Relationship)

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16. Any fanfiction about the xicheng ship.

Audience of One by WinterDreams (T, 181k, XiCheng, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Celebrities, Inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You (1999), Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Singer LXC, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Needs A Hug, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Slow Burn, Family Feels, Family Bonding, past emotional abuse, Post-Betrayal, Venerated Triad Feels, Yunmeng Duo Feels, Nightmares, Fluff and Angst, Babysitter Ā-Qìng, Domestic Fluff, SongXiao mentioned relationship, Soft XiCheng, Eventual Happy Ending, implied MingYao)

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17. pls rec some post canon fluff :)

with such a suffering, such a deadly life by cqlorphan (T, 7k, wangxian, post-canon, curses, curse breaking, getting together, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort, affection, touch-starved LWJ, LWJ whump, cuddling & snuggling, love confessions)

Continuation by thefaceofno (T, 13k, WangXian, Canon Continuation, wwx builds a lotus pond in cloud recesses, Hair Brushing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Pining, gay disaster lwj, Post-Canon Fix-It)

Deeper grows my longing by feyburner (T, 4k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, First Kiss, Deeper grows my longing [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

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Backup vocals | Reneé Rapp

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Summary: You play guitar in Reneé's band on tour and help her out with backup vocals when the backing track stops working.

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.3K

Reneé had first noticed you on tiktok, when her fans had tagged her in a cover that you did of her song Too Well. You had posted your fair share of covers on the app, never thinking it would reach many people, but as your audience kept growing, you continued by covering more and more songs. Reneé reached out to you and now after months of rehearsal you were joining her on tour, as the guitarist in her band. It was an exciting experience as you had never done anything like this. 

The first night of the show went incredible, the crowd loved it and Reneé was a natural at connecting with her fans. It was a great first experience for you as well, with such a big crowd singing the lyrics back to you. The celebration of a great start of the tour was done in the tour bus on the way to the next show. You, the rest of the band, Alyah, and of course Reneé herself, raised a glass and talked about your favorite moments from the show.

The next day you wake up in a different city, and you all head to the concert hall, to get ready for sound check. It wasn't long until you figured out something was wrong. The backing track wasn't playing, the crew tried everything they could, but wasn't able to get it to work. You saw that Reneé was getting stressed about the situation. Of course, Reneé sang everything live, but the backup vocals were all on the backing track. "We can do it live. I'm sure we have another mic, I can do the backup vocals. If you're okay with that, of course." Reneé thought it was a good idea and after some more rehearsing to get it all right, the stress she was feeling was no longer there. 

“Amsterdam, how is everyone doing tonight?” Reneé asks the crowd as she walks up the stage. The crowd erupts in cheer as she appears and the band starts playing the first notes to Colorado. Reneé turns her head your way at the first lyric you’ll be singing and smiles your way when it goes perfectly. It was the first time doing it infront of a crowd and you’d only practiced for a little bit this morning, so there were still some nerves about the live show but it was going great. The crowd sang every word with Reneé as she interacted with her fans. When the song came to an end, Reneé talked to the crowd again. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” The crowd went wild again, you weren’t entirely used to people just screaming back at every single sentence but it was amazing to see how much passion these people had for Reneé. “This show is going to be a little bit different, due to some technical difficulties. But don’t worry, that only means we have a live backup vocalist today. Give it up for y/n on the guitar!” This time the crowd was cheering purely for you, and it felt even more surreal. You wave at the crowd and speak into the microphone. “Also give it up for Reneé, changing everything at the last second isn’t easy.” The sound of clapping, cheering and whistling fills the room.

You continue to play Moon and Everything to Everyone, and everything goes great. However as you start playing the first verse of Too Well, you realize that your mic isn’t working. You signal to the crew to the side, hoping for it to not cost too much distraction, while you keep playing the guitar. A crew member walks up and takes your mic since he can’t fix it on the spot. Reneé looks over and notices what’s happening, knowing that this is the song that has the most backup vocals. She moves your way, while continuing to sing the lyrics. 

It's easier holdin' a grudge

I'd rather be angry than crushed

You missed your first two cues of the song, but Reneé is now standing by your side. You communicate with your eyes only, not interrupting the song. She sings her next line.

I'm doin' too much

And holds the mic up to you to sing your part.

I do too much

You sing the rest of the song like that until your mic gets replaced. And the rest of the set goes on without a hitch. That evening when you’re all back in the tour bus, Alyah wants to show something on her phone to you and Reneé. You sit down together and Alyah plays the TikTok’s that she saw from the show tonight. It’s the moment you and Reneé were singing together during Too Well. “They absolutely loved it. It’s all over my fyp.” She shares. Reneé looks at the phone smiling, an idea is already forming in her head. “Y/n, how would you feel about singing with me on the front of the stage during that song for the next few shows? The crowd clearly loved it, and I thought it was a lot of fun too.” You smile with her, “Yeah, it was really fun. Let's do it!”

Luckily the next day at rehearsals the backing track works just fine, it was probably just the last venue that couldn’t handle it or something. Still for Too Well you decide to cut the backing track and as you play the first note of the song, you move toward Reneé at the front of the stage. The crowd goes crazy, as if they know exactly what is about to happen. You walk up to Reneé and sing the backup vocals in the mic with her. Performing at the front of the stage was a completely different experience, but it was so much fun entertaining the crowd with Reneé. Again the videos were all over TikTok only motivating you to continue, which you did. Every show you got more and more comfortable with each other, which made it easier to sing so close together. Getting to know her better and being so close together made you realize just how much you actually liked her. 

Another show goes by and you’re near the end of the song. You were standing next to Reneé, strumming your guitar, as she moves towards you and puts her arm around your shoulder while she sings.

Can't stop reminiscin'

I heard you're happy somewhere elseAnd you join in on the next line.

But I don't forget too well

For the outro the band stops playing and it’s just you playing the guitar. Reneé lays her head on your shoulder and she sings the last lines.

I get so sick of myself

Can't stop overthinkin'

I heard you're happy somewhere else

But I don't forget too well

Reneé kisses your cheek and says “Thanks babe.” Before she continues the show. With red cheeks you walk back to your spot on the stage. Sure Reneé had a habit of calling people babe, you knew that, still it felt flirty with the kiss. You decided to set it aside for now and focus on playing the right cords. 

When the last song on the setlist has been played, Reneé asks the band to come forward like every night and bow with her. Something about everyone getting the recognition and applause that they deserve was so dear to her from her musical career, that she wanted to continue that at her concerts. You all take the hand of the person next to you and bow together, when everyone lets go of their hands, Reneé keeps holding yours. You walk off stage together and she walks you over to her dressing room. Once inside she turns to you, “Okay, so I don’t want to make anything weird between us, so please tell me if I am crossing a line here, but I really want to kiss you.” She looks at your face for a reaction, making sure to not do anything you’re not comfortable with. “You’re good, I want to kiss you too.” Reneé wastes no time and pulls you in for a kiss.

[thefundiemuseum]

Jill vs. the Coveretts: A Timeline of Events

While there have been vagueposts on both sides prior to Tim + Heidi's wedding, and Hallie has been pretty open about her opinions on Jill, I'm going to focus on the social media back and forth around Tim's wedding.

As far as I can tell it starts here, with Jill posting about the wedding.

She says that pics will follow once Tim + Heidi give the go-ahead. At first, that seems like a huge step forward for Jill and Tim. A boundary set by one of her children that Jill respects? Even though it could deny her social media engagement and the opportunity to talk about marriage? HUGE. Big if true.

... It was (probably) not true. Also at the wedding, Jill takes some pictures of of Samuel + Brianne. More on that later.

Within a couple of days, Jill broadcasts to the world about Tim + Heidi's purity with some (unflattering) video and images from the wedding. It is unclear if she actually got that approval from the bride and groom, or if she couldn't resist posting about the wedding. If they did approve of her posting, it's unlikely that they approved of the whole "purity" thing, given Heidi's family's reaction.

"We are so thankful that Timothy and Heidi chose purity in their relationship. It brings God great glory!"

Ellen and Hallie Coverett have Thoughts about Jill's post. Ellen says "Some things can be left private and don't need to be plastered all over facebook. Especially if it's about someone else. Private decisions between a husband and wife is not the world's business. JS We need to stop making preferences, commandments. Stop making others feel bad or dirty for having a different opinion.""

Heidi's grandmother weighs in with "TMI. This should be left private."

At this point, Jill could remove the video per Heidi's family's requests. She could apologize for crossing a boundary. She could even do nothing, which might be better than what she chose to do. . . The Double Down.

David also posts in her defense. I'm not including the full things because I'd probably hit my limit of images that I'm allowed in a single post.

Hallie (Coverett) Judge is done with Jill's shit.

Several Rods come to Jill's defense, however.

Nurie writes about her own experience saving her first kiss for the wedding. It's giving "well I never wore a seatbelt growing up and I turned out just fine, what are YOU so worked up about?" (Guess who just remembered Nurie's track record with seatbelts. . .) It's like that weird aunt who says at family reunions "my mother commented on my weight all the time and I turned out fine, so I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of all this."

Jonathan and Kaylee chime in. They're a little more subtle than Nurie in their support for Jill, but they're still pro "save the first kiss for the altar, and then tell everyone about it."

And then Timothy finally gets involved. He starts by untagging himself from his mother's FB post. Jill appears to then edit his name out of her post to hide the fact that he was originally tagged there.

Tim posts on Facebook thanking everyone for the well wishes. He includes a scripture that commands men to "leave his father and mother and be joined unto his wife." Often shortened to "leave and cleave," this verse is typically used in Christian circles to, among other things, emphasize the importance of growing up and establishing your own family separate from your parents'. While a secular person might say "cut the cord" in response to an overbearing MIL, a conservative Christian might say "leave and cleave."

Renee writes a poem and posts it to Jill's FB (allegedly, I'm still not convinced that anyone but Jill ever writes for her socials). The poem is quite long and all about how important it is to listen to your mother, how your mother's love is there to protect you. Some highlights:

"As the toddler reaches for an object on the shelf, / Not knowing that it may bring harm or danger to herself, / Her mother quickly scolds her as she leads the babe away."

"In each mistake or wilful [sic] sin and choice to disobey, / Her mama still is standing near, to guide, correct, and pray."

"The soul inside her daughters [sic] heart is far too great a price, / To keep from saying something, for the sake of being 'nice'."

As poetry goes, it's pretty mediocre. Maybe someday I'll do a full analysis of Rodlet poetry, but for the time being, just know that it's what you'd expect. A singsong meter, AABB rhyme, fairly juvenile language.

I think Brianne is the last to jump in on all this. She is in full support of Jill. If there were any question as to how well Brianne will fit with this family--not anymore.

We have another vaguepost from Ellen Coverett about the ways our children grow up and grow away from us.

Update! On October 3 (he asked me what day it was I'm sorry I can't help myself), Jill posts pictures she took of Samuel + Brianne for their "official courtship photoshoot."

Eagle-eyed viewers may notice that Samuel is in his wedding attire.

This photoshoot was done AT the wedding.

Brianne went to this wedding with her princess dress presumably stowed in the car, took the time to change (during the reception, I guess?), and had a whole photoshoot with Samuel while they were there to celebrate and support Timothy + Heidi.

AND THEN JILL TAGS IT #RESPECTFULTOPARENTS.

Ok, Jill. We get it. You have a favorite, and it's the gal who won't set boundaries with you.

Miscellaneous

I wasn't sure where to put these in the timeline, but I think it's worth noting that Jill seems to pick out the photos that are specifically the most unflattering to Heidi.

Heidi's eyes are closed! And Jill is stepping on her dress! (The labels for the in-laws, the arrow pointing to Newman(?), the photoshopped Phil--there's so much going on.)

Also, Jill posts about the mocktail bar at the wedding, and Hallie reveals that not everyone was drinking mocktails that evening.

What Now?

As far as we can tell, there is no great schism in the Rod family. Ellen Coverett is still in Jill's downline, still selling Plexus and touting its benefits.

I hope Tim continues to set boundaries and establish distance from his mom. I hope he and Heidi are enjoying married life and not getting bogged down in social media nonsense. I hope he finds a healthier example of what a family can look like in the Coveretts. I hope he continues to grow.

(And yeah, it's so cathartic to see Hallie call Jill out on her BS.)

[the-coffee-fandom]

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Hanahaki Hours

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Calendar by @the-coffee-fandom and inspired and encouraged by @boldlyanxious. Day Eight inspired by and dedicated to @tree-reads.

Welcome back to Hanahaki Hours! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers: May!

A week dedicated to a popular trope, Hanahaki Disease, which came along August 9th, 2008. It's a fictional disease in which a character coughs up flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love (or other creative interpretation).

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Do one day, do the entire week, do a poem, a piece of art, drabbles and incorrect quotes, or even just a quick doodle. Have fun with it!

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May 7th:

Quote: "We don't all have happy endings."

Flower: Poppy

Word: Revival

May 8th:

Quote: "I'd like to stay here. With you."

Flower: Daisy

Word: Pastel

May 9th:

Quote: "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

Flower: Forget Me Not

Word: Fade

May 10th:

Quote: "They're my home."

Flower: Sage

Word: Keep

May 11th:

Quote: "If you leave now... that's it, you know."

Flower: Wolf's Bane

Word: Verse

May 12th:

Quote: "It's morning."

Flower: Avens

Word: Ice

May 13th:

Quote: "Cut it."

Flower: Peony

Word: Catch

Substitutes:

Quote 1: "I've never seen anything as beautiful as your eyes."

Quote 2: "I want to hear pretty lies."

Flower 1: Orchid

Flower 2: Narcissus

Word 1: Venom

Word 2: Arrival

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2023

[virgil-anon]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @sri-verse

I'm tagging: @catjar91 and @wretchedanddivinee

This is a snippet of the first part of chapter 10 of a touch of fate (I'm currently editing this chapter)

Cedric found himself falling into an easy routine here, so easy in fact, that he barely noticed when a month had gone by. Time was racing by, which was ironic, because time wasn’t something they had a lot of, not if they wanted to complete their mission.  He knew this wasn’t his original time, his original life, but he was comfortable here. He would always miss his father and his friends, but he found comfort and companionship with his family in this time, and with Harry. The friends he was making here were both similar and different from his friends back home. His House was so familiar that it felt like coming home.  Dividing his time between Harry, his friends, quidditch, and classes, he was fairly busy. Not too busy, however, to notice that a certain Black was watching him. It started last night during Astronomy. Cedric had noticed Alphard in the class before (since so many students dropped it after fifth year, their classes were combined), usually sitting close to the other Slytherins, but he hadn’t thought much of it. After all, he’d resolutely ignored him after Cedric offended him during quidditch tryouts.  But last night he’d been staring at Cedric more often than the stars. Cedric couldn’t say he knew the oldest Black boy, but he seemed to love Astronomy (as did the rest of his family). He didn’t think he was more interesting than celestial bodies, but he assumed this was something he was put up to. Harry told him Alphard had been following and watching him all of the sudden, and they both knew who was the mastermind behind that.  That was just as well, since he’d been looking for an excuse to talk to him again, anyway.  The library was mostly empty during Cedric’s free period on Thursday. He chose a table in the middle of the room, so when Alphard walked into the library he could see him immediately, and vice versa.  He wasted some time in the nearby stacks, but Cedric knew he was watching him. Although, he didn’t draw attention to him, but instead kept working on his potions essay. Slughorn was a much nicer person than Snape, but he still graded with the same level of harshness and high expectations.  Cedric was so engrossed in his work that he hadn’t noticed when Alphard finally joined him, pulling out the chair across from him. He glanced up and smiled. “Hey, Alphard.”  “Diggory,” he replied, voice stiff and terse.  Oh no, that wouldn’t do at all. He leaned forward, folding his arms over his book. “I have a first name, you know, that I’d rather you use.”  “That’s rather informal,” Alphard replied. “We barely know each other.” Cedric shrugged. “I’m not forcing you to speak with me. Why sit with me if you wish to remain so formal?” He asked, voice laced with faint amusement.  Alphard bristled. “Don’t flatter yourself on my behalf. What if I’m not here for you?”  Cedric couldn’t help but chuckle. He reminded him a bit of Cho, with their similar raven hair (albeit Alphard had pretty curls as opposed to Cho’s straight hair), fair skin, and their studious yet shy nature. He glanced down—yes, down, since Alphard was also short, around Cho’s height, the top of his head reaching his chin—and grinned.

[angelynmoon]

Eldritch Steve verse

Part 9

I have an ao3, AngelynMoon, where this will be posted with chapter 10, I am no longer adding people for tags, (it's getting pretty long, sorry).

I still have no idea what to title this so feel free to leave a suggestion.

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"So, Mate?" Eddie asked when the children were all laid out in piles on the living room floor, all of them more asleep than awake.

Steve blinked, how could Eddie know, then he remembered his threat, how he'd started it.

Steve felt a blush rise in his cheeks.

"I mean I don't mind, I just thought, maybe, we could go on a few dates first." Eddie continued.

"Why?" Steve asked, he alrwady knew Eddie was it for him, there was no reason for dating, he'd never love another.

Eddie was his, always had been, he'd have Eddie or no one.

Eddie blinked, "Is this one of those, um, Upside Down things?"

"What do you mean?" Steve asked tilting his head too far, looking at Eddie upside down.

"Stop that, I know you've been doing it to freak out Dustin and Mike." Eddie rolled his eyes as Steve popped his head back up the right way, "And you know what I mean, I knowyou've dated people before."

"Not really, they were just people Carol brought to help hide what I am." Steve said softly, "I don't need to hide with you, you know what I am." Steve reached out to cradle Eddie's face, "You know that I'm a monster and you are not afraid of me."

Eddie looked at him and turned his head to press a kiss to Steve's palm, "You're not a monster."

Steve blinked and then he chuckled, "Oh, Eddie, you are so very wrong about that. I'm a very unique monster, there's no doubt about that, but that doesn't change what I am."

Eddie opened his mouth, to protest maybe but Steve stopped him.

"You don't know what I did in the Down Below before I left. If you did, I don't think you'd look at me like that." Steve said honestly.

"Look at you like what?" Eddie whispered.

"Like you want to kiss me." Steve paused and then continued, "Like you want to keep me."

"What if I do, want to keep you, want to kiss you?" Eddie asked.

Steve stared at him, eyes unblinking for several long moments.

"There is a story I need to tell you before you kiss me, if you still want to kiss me after." Steve told him.

"I'll always want to kiss you, Steve." Eddie said.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Eddie." Steve said and headed up tbe stairs to his room, Eddie following. Once they arrived Steve sat on the bed against the head board, Eddie in front of him.

"This story begins long ago, or at least I think it was long ago, we didn't have clocks in the Down Below, not until Will was stolen, and even then they all read the same time, all the time.

"I was not the first to awaken, but neither was I the last, but I was different, so very different, and that difference was my undoing, it was the undoing of my kind as well, they just didn't know it yet." Steve began, not daring to look at Eddie, not brave enough to see the fear begin to form.

And by the time Steve finished his story, Eddie would fear him, Steve wouldn't blame him, even Wayne feared him after Steve told him everything, it was only natural.

Steve had committed a genocide, he'd practically created the Down Below as it was, leaving his kind to rot where they had fallen, it was the worst fate his kind had, to rot, to fester uneaten.

Steve had never once eaten one of hos own kind, that wasn't something he'd ever wanted, it had made him odd, broken, some had whispered.

But Eddie had to know, he deserved to know just what kind of monster Steve was, what kind of monster he was inviting into his bed and his life.

Even still, Steve would protect Eddie, even from Steve himself, if Eddie feared him too much Steve would let him go, even though it was against his every instinct to let his Mate leave, he'd let Eddie go, let him have another to make him happy.

And Steve, Steve would never spawn again, he'd waste away for centuries watching over Eddie's spawn, watching over Dustin's, protecting what belonged to his Mate for all his days.

Steve would never love another, Eddie was it for him, he wondered when that happened, this feeling inside him was much too old for it to have only begun at the boathouse.

But, Steve looked at Eddie, his last glimpse of him before fear would fill his eyes, he would not change it for the world, this one or what the Down Below had been before Steve had destroyed it.

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Ao3 is AngelynMoon

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[kinnporsche]

what is this? another kinn & porsche rec list by tumblr user kinnporsche? it’s more likely than you think! it seems that i literally can’t stop—it’s been an entire year since the finale and i’m still stuck in my self-imposed 24/7 kinnporsche lockdown. so, here’s a bunch more fics that are currently making life worth living for me. once again, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to spread the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). lastly, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love, because they’re doing the lord’s work! god fucking bless. [part 6/?]

— self-fulfilling prophecy by lazulialekto – explicit / 119.4k words

Porsche stepped forward, dragging his eyes from Kinn’s chest, immediately concerned, “will things go sideways?”

Kinn grimaced, grabbing his glass of whiskey and taking a large swig of the amber liquid. “They often do, especially lately.” His glass clinked as he set it back down, then his hand was running down his face, stressed.

Porsche moved closer, sitting beside him, ignoring protocol completely. “If it’s that dangerous for you to go, can’t you just… not, or change the venue, or something?”

“And let them know I’m worried?” Kinn laughed bitterly as he let his hand drop down to his thigh, the Theerapanyakul family ring glinting in the light of the lamp in the corner. “I can’t do that. In this business a great deal rides on appearances. If I look weak to them, I won’t be the only target.”

— the situationship by verses – explicit / 105k words (wip)

“What about kissing?” Porsche asked, and his heart did a weird thing where it twisted all the way around his lungs and then plunged to his stomach.

Kinn raised a brow at that. “What about kissing? I feel like as the resident straight boy here, you should take the lead on this conversation.”

Porsche swallowed. “Well, do you kiss your boyfriends? In front of your friends and family?”

Kinn shrugged, and for once, the movement didn’t seem entirely effortless. “Sometimes.”

“Okay, then,” Porsche said, licking his suddenly dry lips. With tingly fingers, he added to the contract: ‘Non-sexual kissing allowed to fool participant K’s brother.’

(Or: Kinn, under pressure from the patriarch of the Theerapanyakul family, entices Porsche to enter a fake, contractual relationship with him. In return, Porsche gets money, a sexuality crisis, and a headache.)

— be the best you ever tasted by martynax – explicit / 90.9k words

“What’s your name, darling?” he questions.

“Jom,” Porsche replies after a moment, it makes a snort pass through Kinn’s lips.

“You don’t look like a Jom. Forgive me for repeating myself but you’re a shit liar,” he says once more. He still looks amused, like Porsche is telling jokes. Porsche presses his lips together stubbornly, which makes a small smirk appear on Kinn’s lips; he looks delighted for some reason. “Tell you what, darling, you tell me your name and I will end the session now. How about it?”

(Or: AU where Porsche’s life is shit so he shakes his perky little butt for strangers at a strip club and Kinn books him for a private show.)

— tiger bite by verbana – explicit / 54.7k words

Kinn leaned in, raking him over with his eyes. It felt like hovering over turbulent waters, daring a wave to come and sweep him down. “What are you gonna do to make me remember?”

Porsche reached up and slid a hand through the gap in Kinn’s shirt. Two fingers traced under his left collarbone. “I’ll tattoo my name here. Then all your hookups will have to stop and ask, who’s this?”

“And what should I tell them?” Their faces were too close. Porsche’s fingertips felt like they were plugged directly into his nervous system, lighting up every cell in his body. Red warning lights started flashing in the back of Kinn’s brain but he didn’t care, couldn’t care.

— twelve, twenty, almost thirty by just2wings – explicit / 34.2k words

Kinn is twelve when he falls for the boy with the bubbly laugh and fiery brown eyes, the only one who’s ever been able to pin him to the ground during taekwondo practice.

Kinn is twenty when he runs into him in the school gym, and then again in some shady alley. He falls in love all over again on a golden-lit pier, and then remembers all the reasons he shouldn’t.

Kinn is pushing thirty when he falls into a familiar, handsome bartender’s orbit again, and finally learns to ask for what he wants.

— insatiable by thewayside – explicit / 22k words (wip)

He squints to get a closer look at it and the faintest aroma hits his nose; soft and delicate like cherry blossom petals and cloying like simple syrup they keep in the bar.

(Or: Porsche steals a watch and gets kidnapped by a stinky alpha who maybe isn’t an alpha at all. What should be a one-time thing becomes bigger than either of them realizes.)

— the shape of you fitting me by nuwildcat – explicit / 18.5k words

They say that a person’s scent is a mark of compatibility. The better someone else smells to you, the stronger a bond between you will be. Porsche has smelled a lot of people working as a bartender, and many more intimately in his free time. But he’s never smelt something like this before. The scent of this omega calls to him, tempting and consuming. It’s the kind of scent that makes him inclined to think the aunties were right about destined mates.

And then he meets the omega tied to that scent, and everything just fits.

— he wants more than a tip, i’m not talking about guidance by haeseolar – explicit / 18.1k words

“Everyone, get out.”

The temperature in the room suddenly drops, everything turning still at the sound of Kinn’s voice ringing out, stopping everyone dead in their tracks and slicing right through to them. It’s so silent that you could hear a pin drop, nobody daring to make a move just yet.

“Didn’t you all hear me? Out!” Kinn shouts, nostrils flaring and voice devoid of any of the previous calm he had.

Everyone goes into motion then, even Chan who takes the hint and goes to join the crowd in leaving the gym. Porsche straightens himself up, still clutching over the left side of his chest as he joins the rest in filing out through the doors.

“Not you, Porsche. You stay here.”

— off to the races by mirrorofprinces – explicit / 17k words (wip)

“So, what is it that you do?” Porsche asks. “Have you always been attending the swanky events I bartend at, and I just never noticed?”

Kinn chuckles, the deep timbre of it going straight down Porsche’s spine. “Trust me, if I had ever seen you before, I would have introduced myself earlier.”

— like a serpent coiling around your throat by darkknight – explicit / 9.8k words

“Will I have to beat you into submission?” Porsche said, his voice raspy as he pinned Kinn under him.

Kinn spat at him, specks of blood coating Porsche’s face. “You can try,” he said, turning on his side to take Porsche with him as he kicked out his leg, hitting Porsche in the thigh.

The other man groaned, but quickly punched Kinn in the throat, making the breath leave him as he stood up and pressed a foot down in the middle of Kinn’s chest. The hard leather of Porsche’s shoes digging uncomfortably against his bare skin.

“Khun Kinn, always needing to be in control, but wouldn’t it be such a relief if you. Just. Let. Go?” he said, stressing the last three words by pressing his foot down harder against Kinn’s chest, making his breath come out in a harsh wheeze.

“Fuck. You."

(Or: AU where Porsche is a Yakuza boss and Kinn hates his guts.)

— consider the hairpin turn by concernedlily – explicit / 9k words

“I’m starting to think you like being punished,” Kinn says, sitting primly on his pristine couch, legs crossed.

— i always know by reason_to_write – mature / 8.3k words

His words stuck in his throat. He barely forced it out.

“Kinn…”

Immediately, even with the terrible reception quality, he could sense the shift in atmosphere on the other end of the line. In his mind’s eye, he saw the fearsome mafia leader stop mid-stride and heard the sharp intake of breath. When the voice spoke again, it couldn’t have been gentler.

“Tell me where you are.”

(Or: Porsche gets kidnapped, but Kinn is coming.)

— on the nature of trust by fortunehasgivenup – explicit / 6.1k words

They don’t stop clutching at each other right away.

Even if Porsche had tried, Kinn doesn’t think that he would allow it. He needs to be pressed up against as much of Porsche as he can.

If Porsche is holding on, he stills loves Kinn.

(Or: The aftermath of the iconic bathroom scene—set between episodes 7 and 8.)

— i’ll never surrender (my control over you) by luckydragon – explicit / 5.9k words

Bottoming doesn’t come naturally to Kinn, but he knows how to get what he needs.

— second skin by vesna (mrsronweasley) – explicit / 3k words

By the time they make it back to the house, accompanied by Pete and Arm, Porsche should be exhausted. All the alcohol burned off in his system from the adrenaline of Kinn blowing into the bathroom with a gun and backup, leaving him with a crystalline sort of clarity. That, more than anything, makes him feel wide awake.

[genjispeace]

Not in A Fight - Oneshot

In which you tell Genji you can take him, but not in a fight. It awakens his inner playboy, and he immediately wants to see if you really can.

tags: smut and fluff, praise, afab gender neutral reader, unprotected sex, cocky! genji, genji is a tease

a/n: once again, i'm saying that i am not the most well-versed in writing spice, so please go easy on me. this is also not meant to be accurate to the lore. i hope you enjoy <3

You have a habit of letting your eyes wander when you’re sharing a training room with Genji. He’s hard to resist at any moment, but when he’s training, he’s captivating. From the way his movements are calculated and graceful, to how droplets of sweat drip off his hair. It’s mesmerizing, to say the least. It’s that indulgent habit that you are doing now, your eyes scanning over him. He’s sparring with his sword, training against some recruit you can’t remember the name of. A skin-tight black shirt is gripping his body, and you can almost see how his lean muscles move and flex. 

The recruit dashes at him, and Genji deflects the attack with ease. The recruit sighs, clearly exhausted at a match-up that is far from fair. You feel for them, you really do. Genji is one of the best, and having a recruit train with him is hardly fair. Though, it is throwing them in head-first. Your training days were a little different, having your main focus being on medicine and not combat, but you still had fighting experience. Though, your training wasn’t with Genji. Despite not training with him at first, the two of you still reached out to each other. You became good friends with ease, and even sparred with him a few times. Though, it wasn’t serious sparring, and was more like both of you were messing around. Time spent with Genji was so easy, so safe, so calm. It’s no wonder you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to crush those feelings quickly, but it was pointless. Genji Shimada seems to have dug his way into your heart. 

“Good work. Go get some rest,” Genji’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. The recruit nods, before grabbing a bottle of water off of a bench and quickly leaving the training room. That leaves you and Genji alone. He walks to you, reaching behind you and grabbing a towel off the rack. Your breath catches in your chest when his arm just barely grazes your skin. He rubs the towel against his forehead, then lays it across his shoulders. 

“Wanna spar?” He asks. A cloth mask is covering his face, but you can sense the smile on his features. 

“Not today,” you say softly. You can hardly focus now, you would be a fumbling mess trying to spar with him. One of his eyebrows quirks up as he looks at you. His rich brown eyes always seem to see right through you, and it’s frustrating to say the least. 

“You scared?” You hear the joke in his tone, and you snort out a laugh. 

“You don’t scare me, Genji,” you say. Your voice trails off, then you have to hide a smirk as you say the rest. “I could take you.”

“You are talented. I wouldn’t doubt it,” he says back, and your smile only grows larger. Your confidence grows at the way he watches you. You couldn’t take him in a fight. He’s much better than you, and always will be, but you didn’t mean in that way. 

“I don’t mean in a fight, Genji,” you say. The two of you tease each other often, so this is nothing new, but a look of shock takes over his face. His eyes widen, and he chokes out an awkward laugh. Your cheeks flare red, matching the blush on his skin you can just barely see. Genji seems to be stunned into silence, and you curse at yourself in your head. What if that teasing was a little too far? You smile awkwardly and walk past him, toward the door to the training room. You’re about halfway there before he steps in front of you silently. You almost jump. It’s so hard to get used to how fast and quietly he is able to move. 

“Jesus, Genji!” You yelp, catching your breath from the minor scare he gave you. You start to laugh, but it dies when you see his face. His eyes are focused on you, darkening with each passing second. 

“Do you really think you could take me?” Genji says. A shudder runs along your spine at the sudden rasp in his voice. You recover quickly, a smile spreading across your features. 

“Easily.” You say. The challenge is apparent in your voice, and you know Genji picks up on it by the way his eyes darken even more, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. You barely get any warning before his hands are wrapped around your arms and he’s moving you across the room. Your breath is nearly knocked out of you when he pushes you against a wall, your back against him. You brace your hands on the wall, feeling your face heat up. He leans into you, and you can feel his hardening length pressing against your back. He lowers his head until you can feel his breath against your neck. 

“You are so lucky I have a meeting later, or I would bend you over the weapons table and test that confidence, angel,” he growls into your ear. You shiver as you feel his hand snake around your body. One hand wraps around your wrist, keeping you pinned to the wall, while his metal hand reaches in between you and the wall. He pulls your shirt up slightly and runs his hand along the skin by your waistband, the metal a chilling contrast to the heat on your skin. You have to bite your lip to keep a whimper from escaping at just that. 

His hand starts to dip even lower, slipping under your waistband. He just barely touches you, a ghost of the sensation tingling against you. You rest your forehead against the wall, and hear a chuckle behind you. 

“Look at you, already falling apart and I’ve barely even touched you,” his voice is laced with a mock sweetness that goes straight to your core. This time, you can’t bite back the whimper that escapes, and you feel the way Genji stiffens behind you at the sound.

“Please,” you whisper out, and you know you sound far too gone. Genji tuts, then you feel the mask pressing against your skin. He slips the mask down just enough to press a soft kiss against the skin of your pulse point. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he says against your skin. “If you can take me, surely you can wait and survive the antics, angel,”

“No, please,” you choke out, but he backs away from you. You stay braced against the wall, panting wildly. You knew he had been a playboy before, knew he would be a master of teasing, but you never knew it would be like this. He spins you around, cupping your face. You look up into his dark eyes, which soften at the sight of you. He pulls his mask back down and pulls you into a kiss. His kiss is rough, claiming, like he is marking you as his and his only. You kiss him back, trying to get as close to him as possible. A soft moan escapes your throat when he runs his tongue along your lower lip, and he so eagerly accepts the access you gave him. 

The two of you start pushing each other further, and when you grind against him, he grunts and pulls away. A smirk takes place on his features before he hides it  behind the mask, and then looks back at you. 

“Patience, my love. We’ll get there,” he says. Your heart jumps at the pet name, which feels like more than lust. Before you can think of that anymore, he speaks again. “I told you I have a meeting. You’ll have to wait. But you can take it, right?”

Fuck. He really has you in a box here, and he knows it. Part of you wants to cuss him out for it, for being so damn cocky, but you got yourself into this. You nod, not trusting yourself to be able to form words. 

“Good,” he whispers, then backs away from you. You sink against the wall, your breath still wild and erratic. You can see the smile in his eyes when he sees how he’s made you, and then he leaves you there, in the training room, out of breath. 

The next few hours were torture. You tried to distract yourself by training more, but that didn’t work. You walked back to your room and took a shower, but it didn’t quell the heat on your skin and inside you. You ended up laying in your bed, your fingers twitching with the urge to touch yourself. You managed to not do that, though. 

That’s exactly how you are lying when you hear a knock on your door. You rise quickly, and see Genji step in, closing and locking the door behind himself. He’s changed since the training room, now in a sweater and jeans, and his hair still has the gleam of wetness from a shower. A black mask rests over his face.

“I hate you,” you say to him, and he only laughs in response. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“I thought you could take me,” he says, quirking an eyebrow as he crosses the room to you. 

“I can,” you say, your stubbornness unwavering. 

“Then prove it,” he says as he reaches you, his hands immediately finding your hips. His fingers curl into your skin as he pulls you toward him, and you know there will be bruises there in the morning. 

“How can you tease like that without it affecting you?” You say, your voice nearly dying in your throat when he grinds onto you. He chokes out a dry laugh. 

“Unaffected? You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?” He says. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to focus in that meeting when all I could think about was you? About making you beg for me?”

“I don’t beg,” you retort back, mostly to hide the way your heart jumps in your chest. 

“We’ll see about that,” he says, but before you can say anything back, he pushes you down onto the bed. He follows you onto the bed, leaning against you until his face is buried in your neck. You hear the strings of his mask snap, then his lips are against your skin. He presses a soft kiss above your pulse point, then sucks on the skin. His tongue darts out over it, then he’s pulling away from you. He leans down against you again, pressing his lips to yours this time. This kiss is different from the other, though. This one is more controlled, slower, like he is savoring you. You moan when he grinds down onto you, his length teasing against your core, and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You try to fight for dominance against him, but he takes it without much of a fight. You melt against him, and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he is able to turn you into putty in his hands. You probably would be embarrassed if your brain wasn’t so fogged with lust. 

He breaks the kiss and pulls back, his eyes darting across your face. A smile grows onto his face, and you feel the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. You shake your head, but you can’t ignore how that makes your heart beat a little too fast. 

“I bet you tell everybody that,” you joke. Maybe he does. He was a playboy after all. 

“No, just you,” he says, his hand reaching to your face and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. It’s oddly tender, given your current situation. “You’re also the only person who has seen my face in a time like this.”

You stare back at him, taking in all of his scars, his dark hair falling over his face, the metal you can currently see that isn’t covered by his clothes. You’ve seen his face here and there before, but why would you be the one that he lets see his face in an intimate moment like this? What is special about you?

You can’t think about it much more, though, because his hands dip under your shirt and any train of thought you had is gone now. He pushes up, your shirt moving until your chest is completely bare for him. You sit up slightly, tossing the shirt over your head and somewhere onto the floor, before he pushes you back down and his hands run along your body. He stops at your breasts, his metal hand pinching one of your nipples. You squeak, the mix of pain and pleasure catching you off guard. Though, it isn’t unwelcome by any means. He keeps rolling one of your nipples between his fingers as he leans down and pulls the other one into his mouth. He sucks on it, then ever so softly bites it. A whimper escapes at the sensation, and you can feel how he smiles against your skin. 

He only gives your breasts a little bit more attention before he is kissing down your body. Each touch of his lips against your skin leaves you even more and more breathless. When he reaches the waistband of your pants, he dips his fingers under them.

“Lift your hips,” he purrs against your skin. You obey his order as soon as it leaves his mouth, and he pulls your pants and underwear down and off. The chill of your fan kisses your hot skin and leaves you shuddering. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s now fully clothed while you are completely bare. He pauses, his eyes racking up and down your body. His gaze is heated, and he leans back to take all of you in. That only makes a shy smile grow on your face, and you reach up to cover your face with your hands. He moves faster though, just like he always does, and he catches you by the wrists. 

“No, don’t hide from me,” he whispers. His eyes are still dark, wicked, and warm, but they soften when he sees the smile on your face. He releases your wrists and your hands fall onto the bed, his order clearly heard and obeyed. 

“Genji,” you whisper out his name like some sort of prayer. 

“Hm?” He asks, one of his hands gingerly touching along your stomach. He’s so close to where you need him, but he feels oh so far away. 

“Touch me,” you breathe out. He just smirks, his touch now running up and down one of your thighs. 

“I am touching you, angel,” he says, resulting in a groan from you. He really is such a cocky playboy. You don’t want to eat your words, you really don’t, but you need him, his hands, his tongue, anything. 

“Please,” you beg. His eyes grow even more wicked, his smile damn near evil, as his touch gets even closer. His metal hand ghosts along your core, damn near touching your clit, but painfully not close enough. He moves a few inches back, until he is able to kneel on the floor and be level with your core. A kiss presses to your thigh, then ghosts over your sex. It’s barely there, teasing in a way that almost hurts. 

“Please, Genji,” you beg again. All thought about not wanting to eat your words is gone, completely overshadowed by lust and need. 

“I thought you didn’t beg,” he says. You start to bite something back, but the words die as soon as his hand finds your clit. You take in a hiss of breath at the sudden direct contact as he makes slow circles around it. You roll your head back, letting a moan escape your mouth. 

“So, so pretty,” he says softly. Then his fingers are gone, and you whimper out loudly. “Shhh.”

His fingers are quickly replaced by his tongue. He laps at your core, and your legs clench around his head. Your hand even finds his hair, digging in and pulling ever so slightly on the soft strands. He groans against you, and the vibration is enough to send shivers up and down your spine. You try to form words, to ask for more, but he gives it to you before you can. One of his metal fingers delves into you, pumping slowly in rhythm with his tongue. You whimper, your legs already damn near shaking. His hands, his tongue, they’re the closest thing to holy that you have ever experienced. 

It barely takes any time for you to be writhing under him. It’s like he knows exactly what to do to make you come undone. Whines and whimpers fill the room as he keeps his steady pace on you, until you’re damn near speechless. 

“Genji, I-” you say, but no other words come out. He picks up his pace ever so slightly, and eventually you’re grinding down onto his hands and tightening your legs around his head. The way he is able to recognize how your body is responding to him is impressive, to say the least, and your orgasm starts to rock through your body. You dig your nails into his scalp as your legs start shaking, and you start to see stars dance along your vision. He continues to lap at your core through your orgasm, never letting up on you. Your legs keep shaking, and he wraps one of his arms around one of your thighs to steady you. He guides you through the overstimulation with expert grace, until you’re damn near sobbing from the sensations.

He eventually relents, pulling away from your core and pressing soft kisses along your thighs. He lets you come down from your high, his lips soft against your skin the whole time. But you know he can’t be done. He’s hardly the type to stop now. 

“Do you have any condoms?” His voice snaps you out of a daze. It takes a moment for your brain to connect the dots, but you shake your head. 

“I don’t want to use one. Not with you,” you say softly. You’ve been on birth control since becoming a recruit at Overwatch. He nods, then yanks his sweater over his head. You watch the way his lean muscles move under his skin, the way his abs move with each breath, the way metal is part of his body. It’s beautiful, he’s beautiful. He doesn’t seem to be insecure under your gaze, because he lets you watch him, then starts to unbutton his jeans. You can hardly focus on anything when you see the bulge in his jeans. You always wondered if his cock was metal or flesh, and you get your answer when he pulls his jeans and underwear down past his hips. It’s flesh, as are his thighs. The metal doesn’t start until just above his knee on one of his legs. Another time, you would love to take his entire body in your gaze, to drink it all up and run your hands, and lips, along each and every place and scar. Now, though, he cuts off your staring when he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

The two of you are somehow closer than you were any other time, and your breath catches in anticipation when you feel him at your entrance. His dark eyes flick up to watch your face as he pushes into you. Your back arches into him as you whimper, but you don’t miss the way he groans. He stays still for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size. You should have known he wasn’t small, not with how cocky he is. 

He starts to move, ever so slowly, but it’s enough to make your mind spin. He feels so fucking good. You whisper out his name, and he responds by leaning against you and kissing you. It’s sloppy, but his lips are still divine. Your hands find purchase along his back, your nails digging in slightly. One of his hands, the metal one, reaches between you and starts moving in slow circles against your clit. You pull away from the kiss as your body arches into him even more, and he drops his head to press kisses against your neck. A moan, somehow mixed with a whimper, escapes your lips and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Still think you can take me?” He says against your skin, then pulls back to look at you. His eyes are so wicked, so warm, and he’s watching you with a smile on his face. He’s smiling while he’s making you come undone. 

“Okay, okay! You’ve proven your point. Please,” you say, your voice breaking on the last word. His smile grows even larger, if that’s at all possible, and then he picks up his thrusts. His metal fingers still toy with your clit, and the combination of sensations has you teetering over the edge all too quickly. 

“You do take me so well, angel,” he says. You can only whimper as a response, afraid of how you would sound if you tried to talk. 

“So fucking good for me,” his praise continues, and those words, combined with his deep thrusts and touch, is enough to send you over the edge. You cry out his name, your legs shaking around his hips and your nails digging into his back. This orgasm rocks you harder than the other one, which you didn’t think would be possible, and your legs twitch as your climax takes over. Your eyes roll, your back arches, and his thrusts never stop. 

He’s unrelenting, and it rocks through your entire body. Stars take over your vision again, and you think you whimper out his name again. His thrusts start to get sloppy, like the feeling of your orgasm on him impacted him. You hold onto him as he continues thrusting into you, but you can tell he is losing his composure. You run your hands up and down his back, just softly scraping the skin with your nails, as his orgasm starts to take over him. His head falls into the crook of your neck, and you softly run your fingers through his hair as he moans against your skin. His orgasm hit him as hard as yours hit you, if this is any indication. 

He almost collapses onto you once his high comes down, but he holds himself up with one arm. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, out of breath and holding each other. Neither of you speak, but it’s a comfortable silence. 

He eventually does get up, a shiver going through your body at the lack of contact when he’s gone. You hear the sink in your bathroom run, but your legs are far too numb for you to get up and see what he’s doing. He comes back quickly, a washcloth in hand. You feel the warm cloth against your skin. He cleans you carefully, his delicate touch a dizzying contrast to how he was before. 

He discards the cloth and then climbs into the bed with you, pulling you into him until you are laying across his chest. He seems to know just how jelly-like your legs currently are, because he helps you move until you’re under the blankets with him, cuddling up against his body. You make a content little noise, and hear a chuckle from him.

“I stand corrected,” he says, and you look up to see him. He smiles down at you, then speaks again. “You definitely can take me.”

“Well, you took awfully good care of me,” you say back, a sleepy smile on your face. He laughs again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Don’t stroke my ego, love,” he says. There’s that pet name again. He says it with such softness, such tenderness, it feels like the result of more than lust.

“I’ll take you again too,” you laugh out. 

“Let me take you on a date or something first. I want to properly try this with you,” he says. Despite everything the two of you just did, your cheeks flare red again. You bury your face in his neck, hiding the pink tint of your face. He just..confessed to you that this is more than lust, that he wants to properly take care of you, take you out, not just fuck again. 

“I’d like that,” you say against his skin, pressing a kiss into his neck like he did so many times to you. He pulls you closer, if that’s even possible, and the two of you settle into a soft sleep like that, holding each other and with smiles on your faces.

[treasureplcnet]

Hello! I adore your Bodies fanart. I was imagining Karl in 1890 and how much havoc he would wreak. Also Henry and Karl would get along very well, I think, and Karl would be a *terrible* matchmaker for Henry and Alfred... I'd love to see your take on any of this, if anything comes to you 😍

HELLO OMG THANK YOU FOR THE EXCUSE TO JUST DROP HOT TAKES INTO THE BODIES NETFLIX TAG <3 all these drawings are very scrappy and i lost the plot and this became more like sharing all my hcs but still :')

now that you have brought it to me i really do think henry and karl would be unstoppable, i think they'd constantly have a fun, back-and-forth banter !!! i also can see karl dropping multiple not-so-subtle hints, and all of the detectives being quite supportive. gently too, considering the period-typical homophobia. i do think sometime along the lovelorn pining looks, he gets tired of seeing them orbit each other without anything happening, and this exchange occurs:

more doodles and crying under the cut :)

i will die on the "karl weissman bisexuality" hill. HE TOLD ME IN A DREAM!!!! it's just a little messier for him because he really likes women and will not figure it out ever. charlotte hillinghead TO ME also has the exact opposite problem where she is very much in love with her husband and doesn't have any incentive (or freedom considering the time period) to explore her sexuality. the way she accepted hillinghead's feelings for henry, and was less rejecting and more devastated over thinking he didn't love her or polly, just read queer to me somehow. an acceptance because she's like that too, yk? (maybe a bit of a reach but i don't get to choose who my mind designates as being bi)

i like to think that charlotte-karl experience a spider-verse mindmeld "YOU'RE LIKE ME" moment over being bisexual but they're not quite sure why they're feeling that way because they have no idea they're bi. if you are me you will understand perfectly

and i am a henry/alfred/charlotte poly truther as well (please see above discord ranting from my dms with a friend lol)

on more notes of just giving whichever character i want the bisexuality card, hasan is bi to me too. i think hillinghead and her bond a little over that shared religious guilt, of having their respective institutions be homophobic, and the feeling for so much of their life that they're different, so there must be something wrong. it helps her empathise with him and they quickly become closer because of it :) possibly also introducing him to queer lit, and maybe some non fiction lgbt history books

and one last final doodle because i think alfred as the only detective with an active love life where he's pursuing someone would make the others pretend like they can be adults but they want to know SO BAD and they also give advice once in a while because they're rooting for alfred :) they're all pretty good at hiding how badly they're invested in this (think iris 'casually' asking hillinghead how it's going and the other two perk up in the background) like i refuse to believe any of them are totally immune to the equivalent of office-gossip

this was so so long LOL i hope any of that is coherent !!!!! a lot of it ofc is my own projection bc i am bi, but it's real to me <3

[izunaweek]

IZUNA WEEK 2024 PROMPTS

🔥🔪February 4 - February 10🔪🔥

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Uchiha Izuna Week 2024 Prompt List:

February 04th: Kotoamatsukami • Coup • Everyone Dies AU

February 05th: Rinne Tensei • Hunt • ASoIaF AU

February 06th: Hiraishin • Stargazing • Professional Sports AU

February 07th: Gōkakyū • Amnesia • Always at Peace AU

February 08th: Genjutsu • Time Loop • MXTX AU

February 09th: Kunai • Sacrifice • Superpowers AU

February 10th: Birthday • Free Day

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Every day of our Izuna Week 2024 has a set of three alternative prompts, one from each of our three prompt categories, which are:

Naruto-specific: what it says on the tin. Here you’ll find techniques and concepts specific to the Naruto-verse as prompts.

Trope: all those good old fandom tropes we love (or hate). Can be interpreted in very wide ways.

AUs: there are infinite alternative universes, so we decided to differentiate these a bit further. The Izuna Week 2024 will have two prompts each from Canon Divergence AUs, Franchise AUs, and General AUs!

ASoIaF AU: A Song of Ice and Fire, epic fantasy novel series by George RR Martin. (Adapted onscreen as Game of Thrones and more recently, House of the Dragon)

MXTX AU: Chinese author well-known for her danmei/BL novels. This AU prompts refers to any of her novels such as Mo Dao Zu Shi (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) or Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official's Blessing).

The final day, Izuna’s birthday on February 10, is a Free Day! It's also of course Izuna's Birthday.

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