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whorekneecentral · 11 months ago

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Bubbles

Thiago Alcantara x Fem!Reader

Warnings: husband thiago is sooooo real, super cheesy and in love couples, bubble baths, thiago has wandering hands, grinding (sorta?), penetrative sex (p in v), cream pies, surprise ending, thiago is so unserious at the end for a second lmao.

Word Count: 1,700 (I love when this happens, so satisfying)

Author's Note: this pic of Thiago has nothing to do with this, he just looks so !!!

merry smutmas series

You find yourself aching from all the holiday prep and your husband being the good man that he was, makes sure you’re feeling okay after a long day.

The holidays are a big thing in your family, it's the one time of the year that all of you, and I mean, all of you are together. You rotated through the houses over the years and this year was your year to host the Christmas festivities.

Thiago was left at home with strict instructions on what to do, you had left him with the giant box of lights to untangle and put up around the house and the yard.

You, on the other hand, had gone out to pick up various gifts for your nieces and nephews.

After what felt like a million years, your feet were surly swollen and the trunk and back seats were full, you headed home.

Your husband was coming off the ladder when you pulled into the driveway, the man rushing over to open your door. "How was shopping, baby?" He asks, his hand in yours as you get out of the car.

Shrugging, you hand him your car keys. "Exhausting."

Thiago smiles; he often joked that spending his money was one of your favourite pastimes, which was true but in moderation of course.

"Be a darling and bring in the bags?" You asked him and he nodded, opening the trunk. You give your husband a kiss, making your way into the house.

You followed your husband up the stairs to the guest bedroom, Thiago sets what he brought in with the rest of the stuff you had put in there. Though it was a guest room, you used it for whatever you wanted, during the holidays it became your space to wrap your gifts and hide them until it was time to put them under the tree.

He notices your hand on your lower back, rubbing it softly. "Something wrong, mi vida?"

"My back's just sore, too much walking I suppose." You wave him off, knowing he worries far too much. Thiago's brows pull together, a small wrinkle developing on his forehead.

"We can't have that, can we?" He says, his hands reaching for you.

You aren't sure what he's up to but it's typically some sort of no good mischief. You don't get a chance to escape your husband, the man picking you up and over his shoulder you went.

This was a usual between the two of you, Thiago swings you around like a sack of potatoes and you're a giggling mess as always.

He carries you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter before turning around to fill the bathtub. The hot water creates a cloud of steam, Thiago pours in the lavender scented bubble bath into the water. As that forms into a mountain of bubbles, Thiago helps you off of the counter, stripping you off until your clothes are in a pile on the floor.

"You don't have to do all this," you tell him, the man holds your hand and helps you into the tub.

"I want to, you deserve some relaxation before everyone gets here." He tells you, bending down to give you a kiss. You hum, letting the warm water relax your body.

Thiago smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Let me know if you need anything, princesa."

Your hand stretched out, grabbing his. "Stay, please." You scoot forward, making space for him to get in. Who was he to say no to you, especially when you were the picture of beauty?

"Of course."

He undresses, his clothes joining yours on the floor before he gets into the tub, settling in and is now sandwiched between you and the porcelain of the tub. His arms wrap around you, letting you rest against his chest. "I'm not squishing you, am I ?"

"No," he chuckled, "Kos tackles me all the time, this is a walk in the park, corazón."

You playfully rolled your eyes at the mention of the Greek player. "How dare you speak of your husband while you're with me."

Thiago can't help the laugh. "Right, sorry. I forget how jealous you can be." He whispers, nibbling at your ear softly. You hum, giggling.

"Speaking of him though, what are you getting him for Christmas? I saw the cutest sweater that I know he'd love but I wasn't sure if you had anything in mind?"

Your husband hums, listening to you prattle on about what gifts you bought for who, suggestions on gifts for his teammates and he tunes out at some point, finding a much more interesting past time.

His lips find your neck, trialing up and down with soft kisses. The week old stubble scratches at your skin, surely leaving behind a red mark.

"T.." you mumbled, a hand reaching back to rest on his jaw.

He hums into your shoulder, pressing a kiss to it. "What, mi amor?"

"Behave."

"How am I meant to behave when you're naked on my lap?"

You roll your eyes at this response, Thiago was like a teenager sometimes; handsy and annoying. Regardless, you loved him with your whole heart.

It takes you a second, shifting to face your husband. You straddled him, arms over his shoulders and you can feel Thiago's hands slide up the curve of your spine. Your eyes meet his, his eyebrows go up as he waits for your next move.

"You're such a sweet talker."

He hums, a proud smile on his face, "it's true."

Rolling your eyes, you let him pull you flush against him. Thiago closes the gap, his lips meeting yours and you instantly melt, giving yourself over to him.

You were putty in his hands.

Your hand cups his jaw, kissing him or rather making out like teenagers, all messy and entangled, not sure where you end and Thiago starts. His thumb brushing over your skin softly. He smiles at you, wondering how he got so lucky.

Not everyone gets to have someone they love in their life and he was lucky enough to find that in you.

His hands rest on your hips, rocking you on his lap; back and forth very slowly. His head leaned back and he lifted his hips buck slightly. The sudden change caused you to slide forward, clit rubbing against the tip of his cock.

The sound that left your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.

“Que linda,” (how cute) he coos, pushing your hair back off your shoulders. “So good for me.”

You nod, pushing down on his thigh a little harder. “Let me hear all those pretty sounds, you don’t have to be quiet, mi vida.”

It only spiralled from there; hands all over each other, you’re both impatient, wanting more than you can get too at the moment.

Thiago scoots you back on his lap, letting you position yourself properly before you sink down onto his cock.

He bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Oh god," you mumble, thighs on either side of the man as you roll your hips, arms over his shoulders. The water ripples with each bounce, the floor soaked and the bubbles slipping over the side of the porcelain.

One of your hands tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck, giving it a solid tug; you're thanking whatever god convinced him not to get a haircut, his curls thick enough for you to grab onto. He tilts his head back, a soft groan slipping from his lips when he feels your own lips meet his skin.

“Fuck, do that again.” He mumbles, feeling you clench around him.

Soon enough he can feel your hands on his shoulders, letting you set your own pace, bouncing on his cock as your nails dug into the back of his shoulders; surely leaving behind red marks.

“Thiago,” you whimpered, forehead pressed to his.

He nods, kissing you softly. "I know, amor, I'm here."

He feels you clench around him, your hips stuttering and he knows you’re close. Thiago's hand moving from your mouth to between the two of you, fingers rubbing circles over your clit and your head falls onto his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds slipping past your lips.

You both knew the other was equally as close, orgasm on the verge of happening. His hand shifted to grab your chin, pulling your focus back to him. “Look at me when you cum.”

His words were enough to push you over the edge, Thiago following quickly after you.

You fall flat against him and he lets you sit on top of him for a bit, his hand rubbing around your back softly, fingers tracing random shapes into your skin.

"The water's cold," he whispers after a few moments, most of it was on the floor to be fair.

You hum, taking that as you signal to get up and get out of the tub. Thiago helps you out carefully, holding your hand so you don't slip on the spilt water.

The towel's warm, wrapped around your body as Thiago leans down to wipe away the water on the floor.

"I'm pregnant," you tell him.

Thiago turns around so fast, he nearly falls over. "What? I don't think it happens that fast, babe." He jokes, referring to the activities from moments ago.

"No jackass," you huffed, rolling your eyes playfully. You reached into the drawer of your vanity to pull out the test, the positive pregnancy test. "Confirmed it last week, I'm 2 months along."

You watch his face as he looks at the test in disbelief, there's a million emotions on his face at once. You're chewing at your bottom lip nervously before you see a smile on his face.

"You're pregnant?" He asks, setting the test on the counter.

You nod, "I'm pregnant."

Thiago picks you up, squeezing you tightly but already being cautious of your tummy. "This is the best Christmas gift I could ever wish for."

"You see that as if you asked Santa for a baby." You joked, leaning on your husband.

The man smiles, "almost did." He tells you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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mischievouslittlecreature · 4 months ago

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Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tragedy arrives even faster than they'd anticipated.

Word Count: 4,416

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut, minor/canonical character death, blood, injuries, and references to violence.

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Chapter 4: No Peace For You Ever

Right. So.

They may or may not have failed to properly think over the sleeping arrangements before they decided to return back to the Shelby’s home in Small Heath.

In all fairness, they’d been a little preoccupied.

Lucy watched Charlie cuddle up into the narrow bed shoved in the corner of the all too familiar room. It felt strange to be back in here. She could recall so many nights spent, sneaking up into this very room after dark, her and Tommy plastered up against one another in the tiny bed.

No matter how small both she and Charlie were, though, she doubted all three of them were going to be able to fit. Not without risk of someone getting squished or elbowed in the middle of the night.

She probably shouldn’t have sold the flat she’d once had in Small Heath. But after they bought Arrow House, she almost never used it, and if she ever needed to spend the night in Birmingham, she could stay here at the Shelby’s house or book a room at the Midland Hotel.

It didn’t really matter one way or another tonight. Neither of her or Tommy were likely to get much sleep. But they were going to need to figure something out for the future.

Who knows how long they would be here for.

“Goodnight, Charlie,” she said to the sleepy boy, pressing a kiss to his brow. “Sweet dreams. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Lucy,” he chirped sweetly. She smiled at her boy, giving him a fond ruffle of his hair before stepping away so that Tommy could perch on the edge of the bed and say goodnight. “I’m going to run to the loo,” she mumbled into his ear. He nodded, and with one last kiss blown to Charlie, she slipped out the door and down the hall to the tiny washroom.

Hands bracing on the edge of the sink’s basin, she stared for a long time at herself in the mirror. She looked horrid: a couple faint blood stains still present along her jaw and one of her cheekbones. Dark circles under her eyes. Curly red hair even more unruly than usual, makeup smudged and making her look a little like a raccoon.

With a sigh, she turned on the water, splashing it on her face, scrubbing away the remnants of her eyeliner and any more lingering blood on her skin. There was a bathtub in the room, but she was frankly too tired to put in the work to get it filled and bathe properly at the moment.

Maybe later.

A soft knock at the door roused her, and she realized that she’d just been standing there for who knows how long, staring numbly at her own reflection.

She opened the door to find Tommy there, coat off and rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Hey. You need to come in?”

He shook his head, even as he stepped into the tiny space with her and closed the door. “Just wanted to splash some water on my face.”

Lucy nodded, stepping back to give him room in front of the sink, watching him rub cold handfuls of water onto his face and neck.

“You missed a spot there,” she said, indicating a strike of blood near his left ear. He turned his head to the side, examining the spot in the mirror before washing the crimson away.

“Thanks.”

“We’re going to have to sort out sleeping arrangements. Especially if we end up being here for a long time. No way all three of us can fit in that tiny bed. And no,” she poked him in the chest when he turned around, “you will not be sleeping on the floor.”

His lips quirked up, hands landing on her waist. “I don’t think everyone will stay here. We’ll have to see. You and I might be able to take one of the other bedrooms if they don’t.”

“I suppose we just have to wait now, don’t we?” she rested both hands on his chest. “Hope everyone gets here on time.”

“Yeah,” his thumbs rubbed circles into her hips. When she looked up, he was staring at her with a funny expression on his face.

“What?”

His hands tightened against her waist. “C’mere.”

She couldn’t fully contain the giggle that left her when Tommy pulled her flush against him and kissed her. Arms winding around his neck, she pulled him tighter to her, mouth parting against his. With a groan, Tommy suddenly picked her up, spinning them around and propping her up against the small counter top. Lucy gasped, kisses growing deeper as her legs dropped apart so he could slot himself between them.

“Fuck,” he hissed, suddenly pulling back. “Fuck, do you want to…?”

“Yes,” she replied immediately, as if her hands currently sliding up under his shirt weren’t answer enough. He moaned lowly, kissing her again, fingers fumbling at the fastenings of her trousers. He stepped back just enough to pull them down along with her knickers, and then he was between them again, huge hand sliding up her thigh.

Lucy sighed, eyes closing blissfully as his fingers teased her entrance while his mouth moved to brush and suck against the most sensitive part of her neck.

“Tommy,” she said, and he chuckled softly when she reached down and grabbed a handful of his ass, squeezing him through the layers of his trousers, urging him closer until she could feel his growing bulge rub against her.

In retaliation, he slipped two fingers inside her, crooking them and beginning to work her over with quick pumps while his thumb circled her clit.

With a small whimper, she undid his belt and slipped her hand into his trousers, Tommy’s mouth pressed to hers again, and they both moaned when she wrapped her fingers around his hardening length, stroking him with movements that matched the pace of his fingers inside her.

“Please,” she half begged. She was plenty wet, and they both knew that they couldn’t take too long. Other members of the family might arrive soon. Or Charlie could wake up and go looking for them.

Tommy cupped the side of her head, fingers dipping gently into her hair while he kissed her. She whined softly when he drew his fingers out of her, but then he was hooking both her thighs over his hips, his cock nudging at her entrance.

“Mm…” she looped both arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck while he eased himself slowly inside of her, large cock stretching her wide as it pushed deeper into her. Tommy growled, hand that had guided himself in resting on her hip, helping to keep her in place as he pushed forward until he bottomed out.

His lips pressed to the side of her head, nuzzling in silent request until she lifted her face so he could kiss her again, both of them breathing deep and heavy as he slowly started to move in and out of her.

“Tommy,” she grabbed at his shoulders, pushing her hips forward to meet each of his thrusts. He groaned in reaction to his name on her lips, kissing her harder, pressing himself near flush against her as he did.

By this time tomorrow, she had no doubt that it would be a madhouse. There would likely be shouting and screaming. Someone might even try to pull a gun or a razor. The house would be filled with people who despised them, united again only because of their shared desire not to be slaughtered.

But for now, it was just them.

Tommy’s thrusts picked up in pace, his head dropping down into her shoulder, pushing aside the fabric of her shirt to kiss the skin there. One of his hands cupped her breast, squeezing and running a thumb across her clothed nipple. She grabbed at his hair, head falling back as she moaned, teeth clenching to try to keep it somewhat contained. He felt so good, hitting all the spots inside of her that made her see stars with every stroke, knowing exactly where to touch her to have her crying out his name in seconds.

She clenched tight around him, feeling herself starting to get close. Tommy made a pained sound, cock twitching.

“Fuck, sweetheart, too good…” he was kissing her neck again, tongue sliding across the spot just under her ear that made her shiver and squeeze unintentionally even tighter around him.

He was plowing into her so fast that if the counter hadn’t been bolted down, it likely would have been rattling against the wall. His cock throbbed inside her, sliding right up against her g-spot with each stroke, her walls pulsing around him desperately. Lucy ran her fingertips tenderly through his dark hair, down his strong back until she was gripping one of his biceps, the muscle flexing under her palm.

“Shit, shit, shit, can’t hold it–” he grunted, and a moment later he was coming hard inside her. His hips continued to thrust, prolonging it until he started to soften and he pulled out. Before she could even begin to lament the loss of him inside her, he was on his knees, face burying in her cunt and eating hungrily.

She cried out, half in surprise and half in pleasure at the first swipe of his tongue across her folds, hand flying into his hair, steering him by it. Tommy purred in approval, burying his face even deeper into her as he let her guide him, tongue teasing her clit and fingers gathering up his seed where it was starting to seep out of her, fucking it back into her. He moaned at the combined taste of them on his tongue.

“Fuckkkk…” she’d already been on the edge when he came, and it took but a few pumps of his fingers and well-timed swipes of his tongue to have her tumbling into bliss, coming hard on his mouth. But Tommy didn’t stop, instead lapping up everything she had to offer, fingers still moving inside her, and her eyes widened at the realization that, even with the aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her, he was going to make her come again.

A strangled sound uttered from her lips, head tipping back and muscles tensing with another climax that made her head spin, latching tightly onto both Tommy’s head and the counter for stability as it shot through her.

Tommy continued to lap lazily at her, cleaning her with long strokes of his tongue, but when his movements started to pick back up again, she winced and pushed gently at his head.

“No more,” she gasped out, inner thighs still twitching with sensitivity from the two previous climaxes. “Too sensitive.”

He leaned back, wiping his mouth and looking quite pleased with himself as he stood, hands skimming up and down her sides and forehead dropping against hers. Lucy hummed, hugging his shoulders and nuzzling closer. Tommy touched her cheek, then kissed her.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, in a soft, quiet voice. She let out a breathless laugh.

“Merry Christmas to you too.”

∗ ∗ ∗

The call came in the morning.

The sun was already rising slowly from behind the horizon. Tommy had gotten a fire going in the hearth in the kitchen downstairs, and was just setting about making some tea for him and Lucy while she ransacked the pantry to see if there was anything good to eat. And then the insistent first shrieks of a phone in the betting shop started up.

“I’ll get it,” Lucy said, straightening up and heading into the darkened shop before he could argue.

“Thanks,” he told her, reaching around to pluck up two teacups, setting them down on the table behind him along with some cream and sugar. He could hear Lucy fumbling about, the betting shop still quite dark with all the curtains drawn, and he raised an eyebrow at the sound of a light thunk and Lucy cursing quietly under her breath when she tripped on something. “Alright?” he called to her.

“Yeah, I’m fine!”

He snorted a little to himself, shaking his head fondly while removing the kettle from the stove to pour the steaming water into the teacups. Asher’s nails clicked against the floor, coming to stand expectantly beside Tommy with his tail wagging.

“What, boy?” Tommy asked, reaching around to scratch him behind the ear. “You need to go out?”

Asher’s tail thumped against the floor, ears pricking with interest.

“Alright.”

In the shop, Lucy finally found the phone that was making all the racket and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Luce, I’m taking Asher out,” he called to her. She was a little hard to make out in the dark shop, but he was able to see her head bob in an acknowledging nod. “Come on, boy,” he urged, opening the back door and watching the dog bound out and about, sniffing around.

Outside, Small Heath was still asleep. It would only remain like that for maybe a few minutes more. Once the sun cast a few more bright rays onto the cobblestones, the city would rise. Men and women going to work. Children playing and begging in the street. Horses and dogs roaming both the alleyways and roads.

Pinching at his brow, Tommy closed his eyes against the city he’d once dreamed of leaving, first as a child, then as a young man. He’d long ago accepted that he probably would never be able to escape Small Heath. But this past year, he’d been able to distance himself from it. At least slightly.

And yet here he was, back home. Called back to the bowels of hell with nowhere else to turn.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest against the chill in the morning air, he watched Asher raise his leg and piss on a corner of a wall. Once the dog was done, Tommy whistled, once, and he came immediately trotting over, tongue falling from his mouth and tail wagging. Tommy stroked his head absentmindedly, ushering him back in and shutting the door.

Sniffing, knuckles brushing along his nose, he returned to the kitchen to find Lucy standing there, face pale and hands fiddling with the simple golden rings she was wearing.

“Luce?”

“Tommy, love…” she took a tentative step forward, reaching out to him and grasping both of his arms. Her grip was tight. As if she were afraid that he would disappear if she didn’t cling to him hard enough. Immediately, his heart dropped, dread filling his chest, like a sinking ship steadily filling with water.

“What’s happened?”

Her wide green eyes looked at him sadly, wetting her lips once. “Tommy, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She took a deep breath, and Tommy braced himself, for a moment worried he might bend over and vomit all over both of their shoes with the way his stomach had tied itself into knots. As if sensing this, her hands squeezed him even tighter. A reminder that he clung to that she was there.

If the news that she was about to deliver caused him to break, she’d hold him together.

Her green eyes were sad, but steady. Prepared for exactly that, if need be.

His hands folded around her forearms, holding onto her in preparation.

“Tell me.”

Lucy took a deep breath, and began. “Changretta’s men attacked John and Esme’s house this morning. Michael was there. He’s wounded. Esme’s already called an ambulance that is going to take him to the hospital,” she hesitated, stuttering a little around the last part before actually being able to bring herself to say it. Though Tommy already knew what was coming the second after the first sentence of her report had left her lips.

“John is dead.”

∗ ∗ ∗

Pale blue light illuminated the double doors that led into the mortuary. There was something ominous about those doors. As if passing through them would lead you to the place between life and death. The acrid smell of chemicals permeated through the hall, growing stronger with each step they took. The chemicals they used to preserve bodies for burial.

There would be no need for that for John. He would not be buried, and they would not wait long enough so that his body would have time to sour before they lit his pyre.

The glass on the doors was frosted, making it hard to see what was going on inside save for a few darkened shapes moving about. It was cold. Like being stuck in a freezer.

They came there straight from the hospital. They’d beaten the ambulance, and when it arrived they escorted Michael on his stretcher through the halls to a room. Blood was gushing from bullet wounds in his torso, and his teeth had been gritted, trying not to make too much noise or writhe in pain. It was a battle he ultimately lost, back arching and hands balling up into fists while strangled sounds burbled from his throat.

Polly had been there, remaining at her son’s side save for one moment when she screamed at Tommy that she wanted men who were former soldiers guarding Michael while he recovered.

If he recovered.

But Lucy had felt bad for her. Differences between them aside, no mother should have to go through what Polly was experiencing. Especially not when they had already lost one child.

She looked so unlike how Lucy was used to seeing her; half mad in the eyes and with tears streaming down her face while it crumpled. Terror set in the shape of her mouth.

Ada had come to look after her, and it was her who told them that Arthur was already at the mortuary, with John.

What was left of John, anyway. From what Michael had told them through gritted, bloody teeth, it sounded as though he was more bullet holes than person, now.

“I’ll stay out here,” Lucy said, once they got to the door and Tommy wrapped his hand around the doorknob. He shot a look that almost seemed a little panicked.

“You’re not coming in?”

With a sad half smile, she touched his shoulder. “You and Arthur should have a moment alone with him.”

It was no secret she and John hadn’t exactly gotten along. Especially after the whole mess with Angel Changretta had gotten Grace killed. But still, he was Tommy’s brother. And it hurt her to see Tommy look so lost and torn up over his death.

She squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll be right out here.”

Tommy wiped at his mouth, looking to the doors that led into the gloomy, dimly lit room. “Right.”

She sent him on his way with a quick kiss to the cheek, sighing and leaning against the wall by the doors, lighting a cigarette while she waited. Two men came out, one a policeman and the other a mortician of some kind, neither making direct eye contact as they walked passed.

She heard the sounds of something being thrown or knocked over inside the mortuary, but other than that, it was quiet. Tilting her head back against the cool tile wall, she looked up at the ceiling.

Already, one of them was gone. How many more would die before this vendetta was done?

The door at the end of the hall, leading to the outside, blew open, and a small figure with tangled hair and wild eyes charged at her.

“Where is he!?” Esme demanded.

“Esme–” Lucy started, moving to block the door, catching her by the shoulders.

“Is he in there!?” she demanded, wrestling against Lucy’s grip. Her dark makeup around her eyes was smeared, face contracting with a look of grief even as she tried to fight against her.

“Esme, stop, wait–” Lucy didn’t want to hurt her, and that was ultimately what allowed Esme to wrench herself out of her grasp and blow through the doors before Lucy could stop her.

Lucy hurried after her, into a room containing a row of slabs, a little medical table containing autopsy tools at the end of each one. John was not the only body being housed there; other corpses lay out on the slabs, waiting to be cut open by the coroner or identified by family members.

John was lying on the second slab from the right side of the room. Still. A cloth, half red with blood soaked up from the wounds in his stomach, was laid out across the bottom half of his body starting from his waist. His shirt was open, revealing his bloody abdomen riddled with holes. His eyes were closed.

“You cunt!” Esme started to scream, raging and sobbing in equal measure. Tommy turned at the sound of her voice and caught her when she charged at him, pulling her to his chest in a hug. Esme collapsed against him almost instantly with a sob. She remained there for only a moment before she pushed away from him, staring at John’s body with nothing but agony written across her face.

“Leave me with him,” she requested, in a quiet voice. Tommy nodded, gesturing for Arthur to follow him out. As he passed her, he took Lucy’s hand, walking with her to the doors.

∗ ∗ ∗

The fire crackled and popped in the hearth, steam rising from the bathtub in the center of the room. Charlie was still asleep, snuggled in warmly under the quilt, passed out cold after being up for a good part of the night.

Lucy toweled off her wet hair. She’d taken a bath first, scrubbing off the dirt, sweat, and any lingering blood from her skin quickly, giving a hasty wash to her hair before jumping out and getting dressed in fresh trousers and a button down shirt, replacing the dirtied, lukewarm bathwater with hot, clean water for Tommy.

He’d come up just as she was finished filling the bath for him, having been busy downstairs coordinating with Charlie Strong, Johnny Dogs, and Finn, who were all already arrived at the house, helping to prepare things for the family meeting that would take place as soon as everyone had gathered.

He had undressed in silence, and she watched him nervously where he was standing naked in front of the window, broad, strong back to her. Good thing that the drapes were still closed. Otherwise the people on the street below would be getting treated to quite the view.

He had said barely a single word since they’d gotten back from the mortuary.

She wished that they could take a moment to rest. That she could pull him into bed or some quiet little place and just hold him. Comfort him. Misery seemed to practically radiate off of him, and she found herself feeling helpless as to how to make it better.

“Tommy?” she asked, timidly. He didn’t seem to have heard her, so she approached him slowly, like she would a skittish animal. “Tom?” she touched his shoulder gently, and he finally turned to her, expression vacant.

“Hm?”

“Bath, love?” she asked, angling her head towards the steaming tub. He glanced over like he’d only just remembered it was there, and nodded.

“Right.”

She backed off a little, going to pull on her waistcoat while she watched him sink into the warm water. He lit a cigarette for himself, water sloshing as he leaned back in the tub.

Finished buttoning herself up, she went to kneel behind him by his head, arms wrapping around his bare, damp shoulders, face tucking into his neck, kissing him just beneath the ear. Tommy sighed, hand not occupied with his cigarette settling on her forearms, rubbing absentmindedly. His head tipped back, until it was practically resting on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” though her voice was quiet, it felt loud as a thunderclap in the otherwise quiet of the room. Tommy shook his head, turning to press a small kiss to her arm.

Soon��too soon–for her liking, a knock sounded at the door, Finn announcing from the other side that everyone was gathered downstairs.

“Right, just…give us a few minutes, Finn,” she called over her shoulder. Tommy leaned forward, rubbing at his eyes, finishing his cigarette and tossing it into the bathwater before rising. He took the towel that Lucy offered him, drying himself off and moving to the chest of drawers to pull out some clean clothes. She finished dressing, keeping an anxious eye on him as she did.

“Tommy,” she said softly, stopping him before he could go to the door after he’d pulled on his coat. Cupping both sides of his face, she angled his head to look at her. His eyes were so sad and miserable, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed in the way she recognized was in an attempt not to cry. “Come here,” she ordered, pulling him close, arms wrapping around him, hand on the back of his head guiding his face to rest in the crook of her neck.

Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around her. And then a little more of his weight rested upon her. Not even to tip her over, but enough for her to worry that if she weren’t holding onto him, he might’ve crumpled to the floor. The shaved sides of his head prickled her palm as she stroked the back of his head.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, and it was as if he were waiting for her permission before the floodgates opened completely, and a strangled sound left his throat. “It’s okay,” she repeated, holding him tighter.

It reminded her of when Grace had died, the sudden deja vu so strong it nearly knocked her over. Except that time she had not been able to hold Tommy together. They had been equally a mess, sobbing into one another’s arms in the dark of night. Barely able to keep themselves pulled back from the precipice of going mad with grief.

At least this time, she could do more for him.

She let him collapse into her, hands holding onto her so tight, it was a wonder it didn’t hurt. But still she held him, his face pressed into her neck, body shuddering.

Lucy did not let go. She held him together, keeping the broken pieces cinched tight, not allowing them to unravel. Doing all she could to take away the agony threatening to rip him apart.

And in her arms, Tommy finally allowed himself to weep.

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voidhyune · 11 months ago

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the skirt | seungmin

non-idol!seungmin x gf!reader wc: 650 tw: crying, panic, petnames

you and seungmin lived together since you were classmates in college. you two were childhood friends and after you two moved in together you became lovers.

one day, before christmas your college decided to do a christmas performance, where the students can sing and dance or something else.

well, at first you didn't want to because you really a really really shy and anxious person. but because your friends wanted to, you gave up and accepted it.

your group practiced a lot, you were going to perform 'all i want for christmas...'

when there were just a couple of minutes left until your time was, the stylist said you have to wear a skirt.

that was the point where you said its over. you really didn't want to do this anymore.

"why the fucking skirt?" you mumbled under your breath, trying to process what will happen.

you stepped into the stage in that mini-skirt. you hated it. the audience was too big for your liking and the reflector light was directed straight into your eyes. so you barely could see. you couldn't see seungmin.

when it was your turn in the lyrics, the words just couldn't come out. the others looked weird at you and started singing your part in the song.

you just stood there, looking everywhere.

your breathing hitched and you were trying to pull more down the skirt you had given.

tears started streaming down on your face and you looked down. it was really embarrassing but you couldn't care about it.

when you looked up a bit, you saw seungmin in the first row, more specifically saw him standing in front of the stage with a worried look.

you went to him quickly and jump off the stage into his arms. he held you close and brought you out of the theater. you didn't care what would the others or the audience say.

when you two were already at home, he placed you down on the couch and crouched down in front of you. the tears were still there but you calmed down a bit.

"what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, holding your hands.

as an answer, you just shook your head.

"c'mere." opening his arms widely, you smashed into him and cried. "look, i don't know what's the matter, but we'll figure it out how to solve it okay?" he softly said, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your head.

"i- they m-made me wear a skirt." you said, voice shaking just a bit.

seungmin knew your hatred of skirts.

"oh, pup." he then swayed your body left and right. "how about you take a bath and we can watch hometown cha-cha-cha together? hmm?"

"okay." you said. it was barely audible but he still could hear it.

you looked at yourself at the mirror and you were disgusted. your fat thighs (which were not fat) and that skirt what was still on you. you were disgusted of yourself. you were so so insecure.

you slid into the bathtub, started thinking about everything that happened. you didn't realize that you cried again, you even started to hit your head.

when you cried out loudly seungmin opened the door and rushed to you. he hugged your naked body against his. he didn't care you were wet. you needed him and that's all.

"it's okay, babe. it's over now."

then he tried to calm you down and eventually he managed to do it.

after you were done with the bath, he helped change you into comfortable clothes (his sweatpants and tee) and carried you to the couch.

"i made your favorite coffee and some pancakes. eat up, lovely."

"how did i deserve you?" you asked, smiling at him.

"you deserve everything good, y/n." he said and he winked at you.

he was sometimes cheesy but you love it. kim seungmin was the man you were dreaming about.

a/n: remember: you're loved and worth it! fighting!🤍 and also merry christmas to those who celebrate it!!

#skz fluff #skz imagines #straykids #stray kids #bang chan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #skz angst #kim seungmin #panic #skirt #skz seungmin

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years ago

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In the mood for a Fic...

Happy New Year, everyone! May it treat you kindly! ~Mod L

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1. hi, for the next itmf could you recommend some good 'police au' ? preferably wangxian oriented. I'm really into all that police, crime, csi etc. stuff :] thx in advance <3

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder)

a garden in your ribcage by puddingcatbeans (G, 13k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, soft witches au, Developing Relationship)

doing the wrong thing wholeheartedly by isabilightwood (E, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivation, mentions of creatures from other cultures also existing, Enemies to Lovers, meet ugly, Case Fic, There Was Only One Bed, Fakeout Makeout, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Bathtub Sex, Hair-pulling, Edging, Fluff and Smut, Post-Coital Cuddling) these are modern with magic case fic where wangxian are investigators, not sure if this would work?

When a Bird Flies, It Leaves Feathers by Bem_Kofi (Not Rated, 75k, WangXian, Modern AU, Police, Police Officer LWJ, Medical Examiner WWX, Minor Character Death)

Keep Track of Losing Days by giraffeter (T, 74k, WangXian, Modern AU, Case Fic, Police, Missing Persons, Mystery, Getting Together, Flashbacks, Rooftop Conversations, Detective LWJ, antifa WWX, Endgame NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, First Kiss, First Meetings, Seattle, Mutual Pining, nonfatal car accident, mafia wens, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers)

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2. Hiiii! Happy late holidays hope you all r having a good one, im wondering if there are fics of Divergent by Veronica Roth (the book/movie) aus with wangxian, or threadfics, blogs, posts etc.

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3. Hi! Merry Christmas for those who celebrate! I wanted to say how thankful I feel for this site, and how you made me find stories I would not have read otherwise if it were not for you. I just read Misalignment, by Kasasagi, and I loved it! I want to recommend it and also ask if you know more of this kind of stories were WX is not the main pairing, but still has an amazing plot. Thank you!

Eyes Wide Shut by Netrixie (T, 65k, LXC/NMJ, wangxian, canon divergence, no sunshot, everyone lives au, enemies to friends to lovers, identity porn, mistaken identity, misunderstanding, slow burn)

Emergency Help Wanted by Piyo13 (T, 76k, wangxian, modern, fake/pretend relationship, lawyer JC, everyone lives au, fluff, slow burn, happy ending)

easier, with you by pinkfluffygiant (T, 34k, LJY/LSZ, summer camp au, disaster camp counselors, pining, friends to lovers)

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4. may i ask for fics where wwx helps with sunshot, but he either manages to hide his demonic cultivation, or (with help?) frame it positively so he doesn't end up feared or hated after they win? maybe he's even (god forbid) admired or something? thank you!

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

if you can't beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane (T, 216k, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family, WIP)

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5. my lovelies, my fanfic deities. Praise be to you! I am down a rabbit hole again and in desperate need of your help. I have a serious craving for canon-complaint/post-canon (or divergent, but not completely left field AU) fics where WWX has a fear of heights. Specifically, as a result of his being thrown into the BM off a great height. Discussions of it, descriptions of it manifesting, working through it, etc; panic attacks get bonus points but aren't obligatory.

Red Flower With One Hundred Petals; Smoke Carried on the Blue Dusk Air by carolyncaves (T, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Alcohol, Mental Health Issues, Angst, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, thoughts of death/dying, Caretaking, Marriage Proposal, Wedding Fluff, Family Feels, Literal Sleeping Together, Shotgun Wedding, angry wedding planner JC, Yunmeng sibling drama and fluff, physical affection, Terrible Parties, Happy Ending, for WangXian) perhaps this might work? WWX had to be taken on someone else's sword twice and panics both times

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6. Modern wangxian meet past wangxian

Write It on My Neck by diamondbruise (E, 23k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Transmigration, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Fake Marriage, Falling In Love, Jealousy, Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Spanking, usual wangxian cnc elements, Misunderstandings)

Crazy Little Thing Called Time by kippalittlefox (T, 11k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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7. Hello I have a request but I am kind of new here. I can figure out how comment a request. -- (this first part put into a finder post)

Also if you know if any fic where wei ying takes the 33 lashes instead of lan zhan. I'd appreciate it. I hope you are enjoying the holidays and that you have a week. @autumnchild26-blog

If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YLLZ WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

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8. pardon the double ask 😅 but could you also recommend some Lan Qiren redemption fics? im generally chill about him haha but it would be lovely to see him genuinely sorry about his treatment of his nephews (especially like, after seeing LWJ's steadfastness after having been whipped 33 mfing times, or even for his part in lwj's lonely childhood) and/or WWX, and extra lovely if he took steps to fix it and rebuild a better relationship! thank you!!

hi! i sent #8 and i thought maybe i should add that i love the 'good uncle lqr tag' and there's a significant overlap, but i'd love to see fics that don't start out with him being good, more (hypocritically) angry or patronizing toward lwj/wwx and then realizing his flaws or (bonus) working to redeem himself (i had time to read cabbages and it it's great, thanks for the rec!)

In Walls of Glass by Comfect (T, 23k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, wangxian, LXC/JC, good uncle LQR, teacher LQR, canon divergence, everyone lives au, fix-it, butterfly effect, JC friendly, LQR pov, not WWX friendly, in LQR’s head mainly and at the start, family feels, demonic cultivation, cultivation theory, WIP)

Cabbages by dreaming of your qin (sherleigh) (G, 20k, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, wangxian, post-canon)

they might want to check out the Good Uncle Lan Qiren tag

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9. may I have some fics where WWX became a Supreme Ghost? @sareen-momos-stuff

🧡 The Red Ribbon by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, WangXian, HuaLian, Canon Divergence, Ghost City, a bit of beefleaf, Immortality, Cultivation Partners, Juniors, XL and HC find a child who happens to be WWX, Fluffy wangxian, WWX is a Supreme Ghost King, First Time)

Back From The Dead by Suibian_613 (T, 44k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, HuaLian, XuanXuan, XinQing, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Supreme Ghost King WWX)

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10. Hiiii. For the next itmf fic rec, can you please recommend some with virgin wwx and experienced lwj. Thank you.

Lan-Laoshi! by Bee_Li (M, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, age gap, Professor LWJ, College Student WWX, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Desk Sex, Pre-Relationship, College/University, Hair-pulling, CreamPie, LWJ is in his early thirties, WWX is like 21-22, Experienced LWJ, LWJ Fucks, inexperienced wwx, Virgin WWX, Kinda dark LWJ, Hand Jobs, First Time, Spit Kink, Spit As Lube)

all the trembling ways by typefortydeductions (E, 11k, WangXian, First Time, Overstimulation, Verbal Humiliation, Rimming, First Time Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Aftercare, sex tears, lwj FUCKS, Modern AU, Dom/sub Undertones, Porn with Feelings)

kiss me more (we got nothing to lose) by xeansiao (E, 5k, WangXian, Mutual Pining, Couch Sex, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, College/University, Dirty Talk, Let LWJ Say Fuck, lwj FUCKS, Masturbation, Dom/sub Undertones, Pining while fucking, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Pining, POV LWJ, Size Kink, Size Difference, Under-negotiated Kink, Feminization, Degradation)

Wei Laoshi, Poonslayer by FeelsForBreakfast (E, 6k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, POV LWJ, straight boy wwx, Loss of Virginity, Getting Together)

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets) (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mind Reading, Enemies to Lovers, it's only enemies to lovers in wwx's one braincell, Misunderstandings, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Whump, brief illness/injury, Pining, light bdsm in the first chap, Cherry Magic AU, Getting Together)

the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation)

The Keeper by phnelt (E, 3k, WangXian, PWP, A/B/O Dynamics, Sex Work, virgin wwx, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Dom LWJ, sub wwx, Undernegotiated Kink, BDSM, Ruined Orgasms, a/b/o typical fluid kink, Dom/sub, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics)

thrice as cruel by iliacquer (E, 15k, WIP, WangXian, Switching, Masochist WWX, Sadist LWJ, BDSM, Kushiel's Legacy Fusion, Dubious Consent, Sex Work, Courtesan LWJ, Submissive WWX, Dominant LWJ, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Consensual Non-Consent)

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11. Hello! First of all, thank you for everyone’s hard work- I love you all!!💖

Second of all, I was wondering if you had any fic recs (or NEW fic recs) with a possessive/jealous/v protective Wei Ying. I love this trope but feel like I’ve read them all 😅 Thank you!

A storm without a warning by Spodumene (E, 22k, wangxian, LWJ/MXY, modern, compulsory heterosexuality, masturbation, eventual smut, pining, denial, drunkeness, jealousy, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending)

It’s Over Isn’t It by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 68k, WangXian, LWJ/OMC, Oblivious WWX, Jealous WWX, One-Sided Attraction, Canon Divergence, it says Lan Zhan and another character but it’s all one sided, we got a love triangle baby, Canonical Character Death, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)

hold up a mirror by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 36k, wangxian, modern, fake/pretend relationship, misundersandings, pining, eventual smut, happy ending, self-discovery, insecurity, dancing, loneliness, friends to lovers)

Orchids in Lotus Pier by Vamillepudding (G, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, romantic comedy, pining, protective JC, friends to lovers, misunderstandings)

Your Song Called Me, Can’t Believe I am Late by Padma_Warrior (M, 25k, wangxian, WIP, protective wwx, yiling laozu wwx, angst w/ happy ending, not gusu lan friendly, hurt LWJ, bottom LWJ)

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12. For the next itmf, I would really like to read more fics that show canon (or near-canon) events from NHS’s POV. I’m looking for fics where he’s not part of a ship or aren’t specifically tagged ‘Nie Huaisang POV’ or ‘Nie Huaisang-specific’ as I can find those on my own. Thanks so much!

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13. Hello! Happy almost new year! I'm looking for fics where WWX gives his golden core to LWJ instead of JC, thank you!

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14. Hi! I'm looking for something where any member of the cast has chronic illness and either uses cultivation to manage it, or maybe in wwx's case, the loss of his golden core exacerbates, or causes? Bonus points for friends + family members finding out + trying to help (or not lmao). All the best, hope your festive season is going well! @crying--crow

let the sun go down on your anger; let it burn you to sleep by enbysaurus_rex (Not rated, 78k, wangxian, WQ & WWX, graphic depictions of violence, chronic illness, narcolepsy, chronic pain, YLLZ WWX, oblivious WWX, sleeping beauty elements, body horror, WIP) has WWX suffering from narcolepsy, which the transfer does NOT help.

Instead by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, like self-indulgently so, by way of dark(er) gusu lan, manipulative elders, but in a good way?, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, of sorts, not Jiang friendly, not really gusu lan friendly either, not particularly friendly towards anyone really, aside from wangxian of course, Cultivation World Critical, Sunshot Campaign, Fluff, Politics, Courting Rituals, possibly implied mpreg, Genius WWX, Talismans, No demonic cultivation, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ) might count

A Burning Cold by MountainRose (G, 29k, Chronic Illness, Pre-Canon, Nirvana in Fire Fusion, Character Study, Wen Bullshit, Suibian, Snow Beetle Poison) Nirvana in Fire fusion with WWX in the position of Mei Changsu

silt, or scurvy series by astronicht (M, 11k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, chronic illness, podfic by raitala)

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15. itmf cisswap wangxian where wwx has big breasts? I've read a lot if lesbian wangxian but i've barely seen ones where wwx has a bigger chest and im curious if there are any i missed.. (sorry this is a bit weird!)

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16. Here's an odd request, but I'd love some fics where LXC is supportive but Deeply Confused about WTH is going on with Wangxian. I recently (re)read "I started from the bottom/and now I'm rich," and LXC's concern that WWX might plan to murder LWJ on their wedding night is hilarious to me. I also loved the fic (forgot the name, sadly) where LXC is extremely straight and thinks LWJ is only with WWX because he's never been with a woman and therefore doesn't realize what he's missing. (Oh, I remember this one, it was hilarious to read ~Mod L) Both these fics are light and play the misunderstanding for laughs. So that's what I want: fics where LXC means well and tries to make LWJ happy, and is hilariously off-base about it. Are there any more other than these two? @invisible-mirror

The Flautist by oleanderedits (T, 1k, wangxian, double entendre, humor, comedy, canon divergence, LXC pov, sex worker au)

❤️ happy not knowing by plonk (not rated, 16k, wangixan, canon era, clueless Xichen, established relationship, Mojo’s bookmark) the fic mentioned.

speeding up my heartbeat by plonk (Not Rated, 24k, WangXian, Bottom LWJ, Modern with Magic, Modern AU, Gyms) lxc is very supportive but helplessly straight and therefore clueless

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17. Hello! I’m in the mood for fics where the MDZS characters interact with modern characters. Thank you <3!

take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 143k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, college/university au, canon-divergence, time travel, sharing a bed, fish out of water, angst with a happy ending, man out of time, slow burn, character death, angst, reference to abuse, canonical character death, canonical abuse, canon-typical violence, mutual pining, chronic illness, not exactly a fix-it, podfic available, implied 3zun, college student wei wuxian, genius wei wuxian, found family, pov alternating)

Wrong Turn, Right Place by diamondbruise (E, 71k, WangXian, Time Travel, kind of, it’s more reality travel but there’s modern wwx and cultivator lwj, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealousy, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Cultural Differences)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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virtie333 · 11 months ago

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Day 25 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Peace

Summary: Poe and Rey receive an extra special gift for Christmas

Notes:

The following story is based on actual events. Check out the Catholic All Year blog with Kendra Tierney if you're curious!

Merry Christmas!

Warnings: If the idea of childbirth makes you queasy, best stop here.

AO3

It certainly wasn’t what they had planned for Christmas.

They had gone to the 4:30 Children’s Mass at church the evening before, on Christmas Eve, and then had come home for dinner. They had opened presents, let the children excite themselves into exhaustion, then gone to bed. They planned on driving to Kes’ house Christmas morning for a big brunch and more presents… if the weather allowed them to. It had started snowing and blowing, with temps below zero and wind chills even colder than that, on their way home from mass.

Leia and Shara had been super well-behaved through all the holiday hubbub, but their little sister decided she wasn’t going to be as accommodating.

It was shortly after one a.m. when Rey woke in a cold sweat, her back screaming, and the area she was lying in bed was wet. She had been on her left side, the side she was most comfortable sleeping on, and she reached around behind her and started smacking Poe hard. He jerked awake immediately.

“What?!” he shouted. He sat up sharply. “What is it?!”

Rey gave him a panicked look. “I think I’m in labor!”

Poe stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide in the dark, then he jumped out of the bed, turned on the light, and rushed around to her side. Together they threw back the blankets as Rey struggled to sit up. The baby wasn’t due for another two weeks. They had actually been joking about maybe getting a New Year baby, but their other daughters had been right on time, being born within a day of their due date, so they expected the same from this one.

As Rey swung her legs over the side of the bed, Poe raced for the closet. “Let’s get you changed," he told her, then he looked back. “Or should I call Maz first?” Maz was Rey’s midwife. Though Leia had been born in a hospital, Rey had used Maz as her birthing coach, and when Shara came along it had just been Maz and Poe with her right here at home with no problems.

“Call Maz,” Rey said. “I don’t think I have time to change.” She tried to stand and doubled over as a contraction hit hard. Poe rushed back over to her. Rey stared at him. She could feel… “Poe, I think she’s already here.”

“What?!”

“Get me to the tub,” she said, panting. Poe helped her to their connected bathroom, then sat her on the closed lid of the toilet as he grabbed up blankets and pillows, setting them up in the bathtub. Rey pulled her nightdress up and off her body, then shimmied out of her soaked panties. Poe helped her into the bathtub, where Rey spread her legs so both she and Poe could look.

Sure enough, the baby was already crowning.

“Holy crap,” Poe mumbled. He looked up at Rey.

“Call Maz!”

Poe ran back to the bedroom to get his cell as Rey continued to pant. She wanted to push. She knew she should push. But she was scared. Yes, she had been through this twice before, but never had it happened this fast. Was everything okay? Was there something wrong with the baby? Why did this have to happen in the dead of night on Christmas morning during a blizzard?

Poe appeared in the doorway, phone on speaker in his hand, two scared little girls and one excited French Bulldog on his heels. He squatted down to talk to his daughters. “You two stay right here in the door, okay. Do not come inside. Just stay here and watch.” He glanced back at the dog, who was running circles in the bedroom. “You, too, BB!”

“I couldn’t get hold of Maz,” he told Rey as he kneeled down at the side of the tub. “So, I’m going to try 911.”

“Poe, we don’t need 911,” Rey gasped. “I need to push. And I need you here with me. We can call them after.”

Poe took a deep breath. “I was afraid you were gonna say that.” He grabbed a couple of towels from the closet, then got in the tub with Rey, kneeling between her legs. “Okay, we can do this.” He glanced at the girls, who were watching them wide-eyed. “Ready to meet your sister?”

Rey smiled as they both nodded solemnly, but then a contraction hit.

“Push,” Poe said firmly, his hands gentle on her knees.

Suddenly afraid again, Rey shook her head, closing her eyes tight.

“Rey.” Poe’s soft voice made her open her eyes. “Look at me.” She focused on his face. He smiled softly at her, and when her next contraction hit, he nodded. “Now, push.”

She pushed. The baby’s head appeared. The contraction eased and Rey let her head fall back to lean on the wall behind her. Poe was looking down at the little face frowning at him, then he glanced back up at her, a wry smile on his face.

“You know, I think I might have been in this same spot when she was conceived.”

“Shut up,” Rey said on a giggle. The next contraction came, and Rey pushed without any encouragement. And just like that, their baby girl slid out into the world, Poe catching her with a gasp and a smile. “Oh, my God,” Rey huffed as the baby started crying, softly at first, then harder as Poe wrapped her in one of the towels. She was red and wrinkled and wriggling like mad as Poe handed her to Rey. He grabbed the first aid kit he set on the sink, took a roll of gauze and cut two pieces to tie off the umbilical, then doused the scissors in alcohol before cutting the cord. Rey couldn’t help but smile, knowing her neurodivergent husband had been paying close attention the last two times they had done this.

Suddenly, his cell rang, making everyone in the room jump. Poe had to get out of the tub to reach it from where he had set it down on the toilet tank. He looked at the screen and huffed a laugh. “Hey, Maz.”

Rey giggled, then focused on the little one in her arms as Poe ushered the other littles back out of the bathroom while telling Maz what had just happened. BB rushed in, his nails clicking on the linoleum. He peeked in at Rey and the baby, then circled several times, grunting and screaming happily, then ran back out. Poe came back in after a while, and Rey knew he had put the girls back to bed.

“Maz is on her way, but it might take a while. The roads are really bad. She’s called an EMT to come, too, just to make sure everything is okay with the two of you, but she doesn’t think you’ll need to go to the hospital.” He took a deep breath. “Let’s get you guys cleaned up.”

While he was bathing the baby, Rey felt another contraction and easily expelled the afterbirth. Then she carefully stepped out of the tub and began cleaning herself up. “I like this better,” she said to Poe as he held on to her arm, keeping her steady. “Just us. No hospital.”

“Sweetheart, you’re lucky I’m still sane,” Poe told her. “I’m still shaking, here.”

She smiled. “Me, too.”

Poe helped her into a dry nightgown, then left her to sit in the chair with the baby while he changed the bedding. She offered her breast to the baby, but the little one was too busy observing everything around her. Her big light brown eyes weren’t focusing, yet, but they were sure curious anyway. Finally, Poe assisted her back into the bed, propping her up on several pillows as she finally got the baby to nurse. He moved to look out the window, his body radiating tension.

“Poe,” she said softly. “Come lay with me until they get here,” she said.

He nodded and climbed back into the bed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, his body relaxing as he looked down at their little girl. He shook his head, his expression awed. “We did this.”

“All by ourselves, from start to finish.”

He huffed a laugh and looked at her. “You were amazing.”

“So were you.”

He ran the tips of his fingers over the baby’s cheek. “A Christmas baby.”

“Tala,” Rey said. “Tala Noel.”

Poe smiled. They had already agreed they liked the name Tala, but Noel was the perfect addition. “Yes. I love it.”

“I don’t think we’re going to get to your father’s today,” Rey sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.

“I think he’ll understand.”

The baby stopped nursing as she fell asleep. Poe wiped away the bit of milk that lingered at the corner of her mouth, then he laid his hand gently over Rey’s where she held the baby. He closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. Rey shifted a bit, then settled, her whole body lethargic. As quick and easy as this birth had been, she knew she would still be sore for a few days. But as always, it would be worth it.

Soon, Maz and the medics would be here to check her and the baby over, but she knew they would find nothing wrong.

A peace she had never known enveloped her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

#fanfiction #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #childbirth #christmas #fluff

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shay-the-writer · 11 months ago

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December Writing Prompts

Things are going to be a bit different this month. This seems like a very bad idea for me because I haven't really been accomplishing everything every month this year, but let's go with it.

Now, there are two main writing themes this month, because I couldn't narrow things down to just 12.

December's main writing prompts are:

Blast from the Fanfiction Past. The idea is to go back and rewrite a very old fic of yours, from when you first started writing fanfiction, whether or not you ever posted it. :::OR::: Go back and watch a show you loved watching long time ago and go write a fic for it.

It's the Most Magical Time of the Year. A holiday/winter-themed story, or stories. (see the optional prompts below for ideas).

The optional prompts are categorized because there are a lot of them.

OTP HOLIDAY:

Cuddling, wrapped in soft blankets in front of a fireplace.

Warming up in a big bathtub/hot tub.

Getting snowed in.

It's Christmas Eve and the storm outside caused a complete blackout for the whole night.

We just wanted to make some cookies but now we are lying on the floor, panting and completely covered in flour.

HOLIDAY PROMPTS:

Christmas Classic (Rudolph, Frosty, etc.)

Snowman

Santa Claus

Tree

The Christmas Carol

Cabin in Winter

Wishes

Christmas Shopping

Family

Christmas Music

Naughty/Nice

Red & Green

SONG FICS:

I'll Be Home for Christmas

Blue Christmas

White Christmas

Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

This Christmas

The Twelve Days of Christmas

All I Want for Christmas is You (Mariah Carey)

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

Winter Wonderland

Sleigh Ride

Please Come Home for Christmas

Santa Baby

Mistletoe (Colbie Caillat)

Baby, It's Cold Outside (a non-predatory version because it probably can be done so as not to sound like SVU needs to be called in)

No quotes this month. Just an overwhelming amount of prompts I may not get to, but here's hoping.

#December writing prompts #writing #writing prompts #creative writing #winter #Christmas #holiday #Christmas music #otp prompts

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victorluvsalice · 11 months ago

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Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees Sooo, you had no specific prompts for me, which opened the floor for me to write something -- weird. Something that combined a couple of things I know you're interested in, because I've seen them on your tumblr. Something that, specifically, crossed over your new obsession with the Saw movies...with a certain British gameshow hosted by Greg Davies that I myself rather like. I actually came up with this idea a little while back and meant to message you about it, but forgot -- and I'm kind of glad I did, because that allowed me to write this ridiculous thing as a surprise. XD Hope you find it funny!

Tasksaw

“Well – we’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t we?”

“I’d say it’s more than just a pickle,” Josh snapped back, tugging on the chain attaching his leg to the wall to test its strength. Depressingly, it seemed to be pretty damn well bolted in there. “Or do you get drugged and wake up in moldy old bathrooms with your leg manacled to the nearest wall often?”

“I can’t say I have,” the other fellow – who’d introduced himself as James – admitted, giving his leg a cursory kick. The chain attached to it rattled, snaking across the filthy floor. “Though I have been in my fair share of shitty bathrooms before.”

Josh squinted at him. “Was that an intentional pun, or. . . ?”

James just gave him a smirk – which was quickly replaced by a frown as he looked around the room again. “It is a very odd place, though. You have any idea why we’re here?”

“Not a bloody clue, mate,” Josh said, letting his chain slip from his hands. “I mean, obviously we pissed off somebody, but I don’t know who or why.”

“Yeah, me either. The guys in Pindrop weren’t that upset about us breaking up,” James muttered, scratching his head. “Which was actually a bit insulting, if you think about it – oh! Hang on!” He snapped his fingers, pointing frantically at Josh. “We need to check that our kidneys haven’t been stolen!”

“Our – our kidneys?” Josh repeated, baffled.

“Yeah! That’s the main reason people get kidnapped, isn’t it?” James said, rolling up the side of his shirt to stare at his abdomen. “To get their organs harvested? And I rather appreciate having my kidneys inside my body!”

“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theory sites,” Josh said – though he did slip a hand under his shirt, just to feel for any new scars. “Besides, I think we should have woken up in a bathtub full of ice if that was the case.”

“Nobody said our kidnappers had to be good at harvesting organs.”

“Excuse me!”

Both men looked up as the door on the far wall, just out of reach of their chains, opened, admitting a rather awkward-looking man with a scruffy beard and gapped teeth, dressed in a smart black suit and carrying an iPad. “Hello,” he greeted them, with a smile that didn’t seem entirely natural. “Would you like to play a game?”

Josh stared for a moment, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate way to respond to this. “Um. . .”

“What game?” James said, rolling his shirt back down and giving the newcomer a suspicious look. “Who are you?”

“Right, right, let me just. . .”

The man did something on his iPad, then held it up, displaying an image of a rather portly and extremely tall late-middle-aged man in glasses, sat upon an ornate golden throne. “GREETINGS, PEONS!” a powerful voice rang out from the tinny speakers. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am THE TASKMASTER! Your one true love, your reason for getting up in the morning, your NEW GOD AND MASTER! Over the next few days, I shall set you a series of tasks, overseen by my admin and general puppet-man Little Alex Horne! I shall score these tasks according to my whims, and at the end of our time together, whoever scores the most points wins the most valuable prize of all – THEIR LIFE! The loser will be killed in an appropriately ironic fashion. So play well, and amuse me. Puppet-man, I leave things in your hands. DON’T SCREW THIS UP!”

The recording ended in a burst of simulated static. The man – Alex – immediately pulled a piece of paper, folded and sealed with a red wax bearing a “TM” logo, out of his jacket and delivered it to Josh. “If you could just read that aloud, please?”

Completely and utterly baffled, Josh broke the seal and unfolded the paper. “‘Clean your half of this bathroom,” he read out. “‘Cleanest bathroom half wins. You have one hour. Your time starts now.’” He blinked, then looked up at Alex. “Clean – what? How?”

“All the information’s on the task,” Alex replied calmly, starting up a timer on his iPad.

Josh facepalmed into the paper. “Seriously? You’re going to be like this?”

“Well well well – looks like we’re going head to head on this one, Josh!” James said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. “And I plan to win – puppet-man! Get me a cabbage and a red dress.”

#dontoffendthebees #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #fanfic #taskmaster #saw #okay first things first #yes that is Josh Widdicombe and James Acaster #no I didn't pick them because they host Hypothetical together I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT XD #I picked them because Josh is everyone's favorite bullied champion #and James just one of my favorite British comedians in general #and come on his season (7) is one of the best of the series #I probably had a lot more fun than I should have imagining this scenario in everyone's voices #I hope you do too XD #queued

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konohamaru-sensei · 11 months ago

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similarities

Merry Christmas @qettleqorn!! I am so happy that last year (also around christmas!) I randomly decided to VC with you and we just talked for hours that day and got a long so great! You've become one of my closes people here, someone I share a lot with (Even when I'm embarrassed) and someone I really love talking to. Thank you for everything this year and wish you all the best for the next!

Nanami X Oc / Also Sukuna x OC

Courtesan JJK Au with special appearance of @fireflylitsky's Izumi

sorry that it ends so suddenly I had no idea for an end so its just there! :D

There was a commotion outside of the doors, some yelling and something dropped something that sounded like a pan with a loud clang on the ground. Kin opened her eyes and blinked into the half light coming from the windows. “I’m sorry, my lady,” the man beside her said. “They should be more considerate of you.”

“It’s alright, Kento,” she yawned. After all, it was rather unlikely that a guest stayed over long into the next day. If she came back late, it would just cause too much chatter anyway.

She pushed herself up and shook out the locks of her hair. “Next time you just have to come to me”, she said with a wink. “Then we can remain undisturbed as long as we like.”

Kento smiled friendly: “I understand that the permanent place on your side is already filled by another.” He said it so sweetly, as if he was not trying to accuse her of anything, but she’d met him often enough to hear the slight wind of envy. It was true though, if Kin ordered Kento to come to the palace she would have to lend Sukuna out to someone else to make space for him and Sukuna quite liked his high position at court.

“Well maybe you could share then,” she winked back and though she had told him often enough to be honest with her, he just lowered his head a little as if to say “As you wish.” He really was very good at this. That’s why she kept coming back and kept paying the rising fees that he was worth.

She had tried, of course, to get Kento to move to the palace with her to keep him from being bought out by anyone else but her, but Kin had to learn that he very much enjoyed the work he was doing and liked the freedom that the red light district offered him. At least in comparison to the shut in feeling of palace walls. She couldn’t fault him for that, no matter how much she might have wanted to.

It was not like Kin wasn’t satisfied with the men that were brought to her. Sukuna had been such a promising courtesan that she had paid a good sum to get him to stay and though Kenjaku had left to pursue his own things, he had been more than serviceable. But she had been feeling out for something new, maybe someone younger and this house had a good line up of young shining stars. So she had come by to look for herself.

The white haired boy, Satoru, was the talk of the town, his slightly smaller but no less handsome companion Suguru had the women in the palace swooning and their friend Mei Mei was the dream that many women and men at court were too poor to afford, but Kin had immediately taken to Kento.

He wasn’t as tall as Satoru, as conventionally handsome as Suguru or as bold as Mei Mei. He was soft, his voice was deep, his hands were warm and Kin had wanted to steal him away instantly. Without success, at least so far.

So she had no choice but to come back out here regularly to see him and his fee went up with every visit she did to see him. “Can other people even afford you still?” she had asked him jokingly one time as they were sitting in a hot bathtub together. He had smiled as friendly as always and his answer “Some” had annoyed her more than she wanted to admit.

If only Sukuna wasn’t so territorial, then maybe she could just bring him around. Sure, both men would agree to it because it was their job, but Sukuna really liked to take charge himself. Over the many years he had served Kin he really had developed a feeling of superiority over her other partners. As if he was the best person and nobody else would ever be able to satisfy her as he did.

“My lady,” Kento said and pressed a soft kiss to her naked shoulder. “I think it's about time for you to make your way.” He didn’t say it, but Kin knew he meant that he needed time to get ready for the next clients in the evening.

She was about to put his hair out of his eyes and agree with him that it was time to go when the door flew open. A boy was in the doorway and at first glance Kin could feel her heart stop for a second. The cherry blossom hair and the jawline looked way too similar to someone she knew very well.

“Itadori-kun”, Kento said and sat up. “You should not come in here at this time. Especially not without knocking.”

The boy flushed instantly: “I’m sorry Nanamin.” He was stuttering. “I just saw that you didn’t get breakfast yet and…”

A scream was audible behind the boy and then two arms reached for him. “Yuuji!” It was the voice of the woman that Kin knew as being head of the maids in the place. “What the hell are you doing?” A head with black hair stuck their head into the room. “Uh, excuse the boy’s behaviour, madam, eh, please enjoy your time.” Then she pulled the boy and pushed the door closed.

Kin had rarely noticed what had happened, she was too fixated on the appearance of the boy. “Who is he?” She asked Kento.

“Itadori Yuuji. He was growing up around here as an orphan. Uchiha-san, the head of maids, took him in. She was the one who disciplined him just now.”

Kin nodded. “Do you know where he is from?”

Kento raised a brow as if he was curious why she wanted to know that. “Many of us people around here have no real family. He is training in this establishment to earn some money. As far as I know Master Yaga never asks for background as long as people work hard.”

So they had no idea who was among them. Kin’s heart was beating against her ribcage. It seemed impossible to think that this boy had found his way back so close to his family, with how big the world and the country was, but she would have recognised that hair colour anywhere. He had grown to look a lot like his father.

Kento seemed suspicious when Kin hurried to get dressed next to him, but etiquette told him not to ask what was on her mind. Instead he made himself presentable and walked her down the large staircase to the exit of the building as always. “When are you planning on letting me see you again?” he asked as always in this overly polite manner to not imply he was begging or trying to get her money.

“Soon,” Kin replied exactly as always. She always sent notice ahead of time for him to clear his schedule, but she never did longer than 24 h ahead.

No kiss goodbye, they were now in public after all, but she took his hand and squeezed it before the door to the carriage opened and she slipped inside. There was a much smaller woman already sitting inside, a purple kimono matching her dark hair. She was Kin’s closest attendant and cousin, royal enough to be dressed in riches but not nearly royal enough to be of importance. They were always together.

“Did you wait long?” Kin asked, because she didn’t want to lead with her news fist.

Izumi shrugged: “You take your time with this one, I know you might be late.” She was referring to Kento. Kin had suggested Izumi go meet him too, mostly because they often shared such things with one another, but her cousin had lately been focused on her actual marriage instead of looking for fun outside of it.

“I have news,” Kin couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Incredibly big news. Izumi, my dear, I found one of them.”

The other woman turned her head: “One of what?”

“Kids.” Kin reached over to take her hand. “I found one of your kids.”

The carriage wheels wobbled forward over the cobblestone, pushing both women from left to right as the wood kept creaking under their weight. And though there was so much noise around them, the silence that fell between the two friends was almost as audible. Izumi first went white and then her cheeks coloured red.

“You’re joking”, she said as if it was a matter of fact.

Kin grabbed her hand closer: “No, I would never joke about such a thing.”

Izumi stared into her lap: “You found one of my kids? In the whorehouse?”

“Yes.” Kin knew that's not what she wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

“Which one?”

“Yuuji.” Kin was amazed that the name had stuck, even though he’d probably grown up mostly on his own.

“Yuuji..” Izumi’s eyes blurred and it looked like she was lost in memories.

“He is training there,” Kin explained. “Apparently an apprentice.”

Izumi looked up. “So we can still stop him from working! If I could just go to see -”

“You can’t.” Kin cut her off before she could finish her thought. “Remember, you can’t talk to him.”

“Right,” Izumi’s eyes fell to her hands again. “That was what I promised when I gave them away.” That was the trouble of being royal, but not royal enough. You had power to choose your high profile courtesans, but children out of marriage had to be given away. It was cruel, but it was the law.

“Will you tell him?” Izumi asked without looking at her friend. “That you found his son, I mean?”

Kin laughed a little: “I don’t think he’d care.”

“Suppose not,” Izumi agreed.

They sat side by side like this for a while, as the walls of the palace closed behind them. Kin kept holding Izumi’s hand tightly to offer her support. They’d done so much together all their lives and Kin hated that she was put in the position to give up two sons in the first place.

After a while Izumi turned to the other woman. “Do you think I can at least look at him? See him?”

Kin didn’t know how she could summon the child without making it look suspicious, especially with Kento already having noticed something was odd, but she didn’t like it when her friend looked so defeated. “Definitely. I will make sure you will.”

#fic tag #this is queqed so idk what happens when this goes live #other peoples ocs #maybe dont put your best character into a box forever

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