#occupy mn

[victorbutnotreally]

YOU WHAT???

Four times Mn surprised the members with his ~mysterious past~

A/N: Inspired by me constantly getting told that I "randomly drop lore". My friends didn't know that I played the piano until one day I saw a piano at my friend's place (her dad is a piano teacher) and I decided to play a nocturne. Hope you enjoy!

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, sometimes it may not make sense (but we're here to have fun), chan's room (rip), google translated french

One

"What is one thing you always carry around with you?"

That question was directed towards Mn. He snapped out of his trance of staring at Minho who was looking a little too pretty.

"Me? I always carry..." he pulls out a compass from his jean pocket. It was black and gold. "...this compass."

The members have seen a compass in Mn's pocket or in his bag while rummaging through it for snacks, but they didn't know he always had it.

"Why though?" was the question of a confused Jeongin.

"My neurophysiology professor gave it to me when I graduated. It means a lot to me since I didn't really receive a lot of gifts when I was younger. And he was such a good teacher."

The answer was met with gasps and widened eyes from the members. They didn't know their goofball of a member learned neuroscience. Hell, they didn't even know he went to university.

"WHAT?"

"PROFESSOR???"

"NEUROPHYSIOLOGY? THE FUCK??"

Two

Mn appeared as a special guest in Han's live. He was ranting about Achilles Come Down which was the song he recommended to be played on Chan's room last week. That's when he noticed a comment.

"Je vous aime tellement les gars ! Tu es honnêtement le meilleur et je ne peux pas te le dire assez"

He reads it out without a struggle and replies back in French.

"Merci beaucoup! Cela signifie beaucoup et j'espère que vous apprécierez également notre prochain album"

Han's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hold up, what?"

The comments started flooding in as well, completely thrown off by the sudden language change. No one knew he spoke French. They should've gotten used to the random lore dropping from Mn, though.

"OH MAH GAWDDDD"

"LORD HAVE MERCY THIS MAN CAN SPEAK FRENCH"

"i didn't know you spoke baguette!"

"just when i thought Mn couldn't get any hotter"

"get ready for the edits, y'all"

Jisung could only shake his head in disbelief.

Three

"Come on, hyung. I'm taking you back to the dorms and you're going to bed. Now."

"Just this one-"

"I slept more in university than you do now. And that's saying something, cuz I was busy!" He really was busy, with the neurology major, but that little smirk, the slight flush of his cheeks, and the bit of regret in saying that last statement was what made Chan raise a brow. There were a lot of times were Mn held his tongue when asked about ahem...experience.

"Yeah? What were you so busy with?"

"..My major, obviously. Now, get up."

Chan chuckled, getting up from his chair. "Nothing to smirk about in neurology, I'm sure."

"No one finds out about this, or I'll use my shooting skills on you."

"Your what now??"

Double lore drop. That's new.

Four

Mn was sitting with the rest of his members to react to his first solo song's MV. He wasn't exactly overjoyed by the idea, feeling awkward about seeing himself on screen. If it was a group MV, he could at least roast the others to get rid of the embarrassment of seeing whatever the directors told him to do on screen.

The screen fades in to a beautiful stage, an empty concert hall, occupied only by Mn who was painted with beautiful makeup and doing ballet. Gracefully, but the pain and insanity in his eyes is evident. Black Swan was the song.

"I...didn't know you did ballet."

Mn shrugged. His dance trainer knew, and honestly, he was glad the members found out this way. It was funny seeing their reactions.

[chikaras-garden]

Aftercare

Sometimes, when smut gets intense, we need a reminder that we’re still safe and loved. Read this if you need a safe space after heavy smut with your F/O.

Pairing: your fave x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k

Contains: unnamed male!F/O, implied sub!reader, mentions of overstim and rough sex, aftercare, cuddles, sweet nothings, praise, doting, mushy relationship stuff, F/O calls R “sweetheart,” “honey,” “baby girl,” and “good girl,” your F/O is called “partner” so you can decide if it’s husband/boyfriend/etc.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Feel free to tell me who you imagine while you’re reading ❤️

You’re sticky, hot with sweat, and your lungs struggle to fill with air. Your eyes squeeze shut as you wriggle against the bedsheets, trying to find comfort through the thick of your own overstimulated arousal. Though your body feels numb, you’re aware of a dull ache in the back of your mind, but you can’t tell if it’s mental, physical, or both. All you know is that you just spent what felt like hours at his mercy, and that turned you into a weeping mess with a throbbing core and limbs too heavy to move.

There’s a soft sound that echoes around the room, circling you; it’s a shush, a hum, a coo that sounds an awful lot like your name said in your favorite person’s voice. You sense him before you really feel him; it takes your brain a few seconds to realize that he’s leaning over you, hands caressing up and down your sides, and speaking to you in a soft voice, using words you can’t understand.

He takes your hands with the gentlest of fingers, nuzzles each of your palms, and presses a tender kiss to each wrist. The feeling lingers like a slow-moving cloud on a summer’s day, and the tightness in your chest loosens at the sensation. You take deep breaths in—one, two, three—and fill your lungs with warm, light air.

When you open your eyes, he’s smiling at you. “Hi, sweetheart. Feelin’ okay?”

“Mn,” you half-moan, half-grunt. Though your bones ache and your skin is sore, you gather all of your remaining strength to reach for his shoulders, to hoist yourself up to latch onto him and never let go. All you can think about is how you need him, the touch of his skin, the whisper of his praise. But, he sways out of your grasp.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, grinning. “Water first.”

Biting your lip to hold back your pout, you think of phrases spoken in his domineering timbre: ‘be good for me,’ ‘tell me—tell me what you want,’ ‘good girls do as they’re told.’

Looking away, you mumble. “I need you.”

He cups your face with one hand, tilting your chin so he can see you. You can’t—don’t want to—resist, so you feel the weight of his eyes locked on yours while he reaches behind him, toward the bedside table. “You’ve got me, honey; I’m not going anywhere. ‘M right here. We’re all done. You’re safe.”

The cool glass of your water bottle meets your palms. It’s uncapped already, and you feel his hand resting on the small of your back. His fingers work into each muscle, and you only now realize how tense your posture is. 

“Need my help?” His doting eyes watching you with a worry that’s so ‘him,’ your heart flutters back to life. You shake your head, and he acquiesces; instead, he occupies himself with pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to your bare shoulders.

It takes a moment for you to raise the bottle and drink. You close your eyes while a slow stream of water flows down your throat. Like the leaves of a dormant plant, you unfurl as water reaches through you. Life returns to your arms, your legs, your fingers, your toes. Even in your mind, the fog of your just-finished session begins to part, and the afterglow of your partner’s love for you is what shines through.

You take another deep breath while you lower the water bottle to your lap. Weighing the half-full container between your hands, you notice the tremble in your lip and a persistent ache in your wrists and shoulders, a chill in your bones that just now registers.

There’s a blanket waiting for you, warm from his body and smelling like his shampoo. Strong arms reach behind you, wrapping it around your shoulders like a cape. He joins its ends under your chin, smooths his fingers over the marks a different version of himself left behind on your neck.

Compared to you, he has a significant lack of coverage. Bare-chested and wearing only a pair of quickly-donned boxers, you realize he must be cold, too. “You—”

He cuts you off with an over-pronounced smooch to your cheek. “Don’t worry about me for now, ‘kay? I wanna get you cozy first.”

You give him an uncertain look, to which he just chuckles. It’s a quiet noise, like the purr of a cat; then, he leans close, resting his forehead lightly against yours. “Taking care of you makes me feel better.”

“Love you,” you murmur in response.

A sound that lives at the intersection of a shuddering breath and a delighted laugh leaves his mouth while he wraps his arms around your waist. He leans, shifting onto his hip, and tugs you effortlessly into his lap. “You did so good for me, honey. You’re the best girl, my perfect sweetheart, doing everything I asked and more. Where’d I find someone like you?”

You muster the energy for a dreamy half-smile. “I found you, remember?”

His next words flow out of his mouth without hesitation, as if he isn’t in control of them at all. “You saved me, baby girl.”

“From yourself?” You grin. “I think I’ve heard this one.”

Then, you wind your blanket-wrapped arms around his chest and nuzzle into his shoulder. It’s his turn to let out a dreamy sigh; leaning back against the headboard, he plucks your water bottle from you and takes a sip, beginning the ritual of taking care of himself, now that he’s certain you’re safe, drifting peacefully through the warmth of your bond.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Such a beautiful, perfect thing.”

“‘M yours,” you counter amidst peppering baby kisses along his jaw. 

He swallows under your lips, and his hand finds your hip to squeeze. “No, sweetheart; you’re your own. You’re just sharing yourself with me, trusting me, and I…” He gives you a serious look. “Thank you, for that.”

So gently that you barely feel him, he taps the underside of your chin, guiding you upward to kiss him. His mouth is open, but not wanting; with how slowly his lips move, it’s almost like he’s baring his belly to you, showing you where he’s most vulnerable as his way of reciprocating what you just did for him.

“Love you,” you repeat in a whisper.

“Love you,” comes his echo.

Somewhere outside of this room, in a bathroom that’s just a few steps and too far away all at once, there’s a scented bath and silky lotion waiting for you—both of you. But that’s just the thing; it’s waiting, and it can wait a little longer, because all you need for now is to remain here, at peace and entangled with the man who loves you like no one else can.

[dewarism]

here it is! welcome to connor dewar 101 the other slides are under the cut!

you may have to zoom in to read them! i was doing my best with the space i had!

his family lives in winnipeg now but he still visits the pas in the summer! in his becoming wild (which you can find on youtube), he talks about his love for clearwater lake which is located northeast of the pas!

also in his playing career, he has made it to the playoffs with the wild twice, and has worn jersey numbers #52 and #26, and reportedly will wear #24 with the leafs.

there is definitely more statistical info about him that i don't have on here that you can find if that type of stuff interests you! he is labelled as a defensive forward, occupying the center position, and usually plays on the bottom six. he was also on the penalty kill for the wild and typically had defensive zone starts.

to get a better feel for his personality than what i can give you here, i recommend watching his becoming wild video and also his podcast episode on wild on 7th (both can be found on youtube, and the audio version of the podcast can be found wherever you listen to your podcasts). feel free to skip through until the part where he comes in but it's a good video where a lot of this stuff was learned!

connor dewar, you were a mn wild staple and i hope that playing for the leafs treats you as good as it can! leafs fans, i hope this was a satisfactory source of connor dewar lore and that you will cherish him like we have! 🩷

[james-is-here]

It's been almost year...next month. Small little thing, not very long.

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 @demtttt @heartbinn @succubus-hansol @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk

You were struggling and you stopped looking for help after people said you were overreacting but his videos were the only think that helped you push through your training.

You've yet to meet him despite being in the same building. You did see him but you've only waved at each other and the others.

They were your idols, your inspiration, you wanted to get good enough to be on the same level as them and Chan's videos always made you feel safe.

When you heard that they knew you, you couldn't stop freaking out. Chan had mentioned how hard the trainees he's seen have been working and he mentioned you specifically, saying that he once peaked in for a couple minutes and watched you practice and it made you so happy that your work is pulling off.

Then they stopped. You sat around the usual time he'd go live but there was nothing but you you stayed hopeful. He might've been busy, maybe it'll be a monday live you told yourself but there was no monday live.

You stayed optimistic for a week...

a month...

two months....

three months...

Eventually you crashed, you gave up and realized that he's stopped completely. You watch his old videos but it's not the same, it brings comfort but not the same as when you're watching for the first time.

Then he goes live for his birthday and you couldn't help but cry, finally getting to watch Chan live again and you stayed for the whole live, your heart swelling when he got a goose plush, the same one you've had since you were a kid.

When he started to close up the live you waited, holding your breath and tears, balled up in the corner of the practice room you occupied and hoping that he'd do it but when the live ended and there was nothing, your heart sank and your tears of joy turned into tears of pain.

You miss the Chan Stay use to have, you miss his big hugs. "What happened to sunbaenim..." You cry softly, pulling your hoodie tighter around you and crossing your arms over your knees before burying your face in your arms.

"Woah, hey, you okay?" Some one is kneeling next you you and you raise your head, wiping your tears away before looking away and hiding your face. "I-It's s-stupid...I-I just m-miss s-someone..." "You from here or out of korea?" "H-Here...but I'm f-from Busan. I-It's not my family I-I m-miss though...J-Just this guy..."

"Do you mind me asking who?" "I call him Chan-Sunbaenim...I-I'm overreacting, I-I shouldn't be crying j-just b-because I miss his lives. I-I just f-finished w-watching his birthday live a-and there was no hug..."

The person next to you hums before gently placing his hand on the back of your head and ruffling your hair lightly. "I happen to know Chan." You sniff, wiping your eyes and lifting them from the floor to finally look at the person who's kind enough to listen to you.

You gasp, wiping more of your tears away and trying to look decent when you see just who it is sitting next to you. "H-Han Sunbaenim, I-I'm sorry." You go to stand to bow but he rests a gentle hand on your arm. "Hyung is okay and it's not stupid for missing someone." "I-I've been told it is." "Well whoever told you that must think emotions make you weak. You aren't overreacting, Mn." "Y-You know me?" "Yeah. We all do."

You sniff and Jisung reaches forward to wipe a fallen tear away. "Come on, you want to finally meet Chan-Hyung?" "I-If I won't be a bother..." "Come on." He stands up and reaches out for your hands. You take his hands and he pulls you up, his hand still holding yours as he pulls you out of the practice room. "How old are you, Mn?" You let him guide you as you pick at your sleeve, still holding his hand. "Seventeen." "Ooh, I was seventeen when I debuted." "I know. I know about all of you."

He brings you to a door and he knocks, which you found a bit odd. "Jisung, why are you knocking, pabo- oh." You shrink further behind Jisung's shoulder when the door opens and you're met with Hyunjin. "I'm not a pabo, you're a pabo." Hyunjin gasps and you can't help but let a small smile grace your lips, he really is dramatic in real life. "You can't call me a pabo, pabo."

There's more movement behind the door before Hyunjin is being pulled away. "That's enough, stop being rude to each other." It was Chan and you can't stop the tears brimming your lash line and you lean into Jisung's shoulder. "Hey, Mn, it's okay."

He turns around, letting go of your hand and gently trying to guide your face to look at him. "It's okay, Mn." "Mn?" "Y-Ye-yes?" Your voice is meek as one hand holds Jisung's hand and the other is on the side of your face, your sweater paws covered in tears.

"What wrong?" You shake your head with a sob. "I-It's d-dumb." You hiccup and Chan readjusts his own sleeve to reach over and wipe your tears away. "Is it really dumb or do you think it's dumb?" You shake your head and hide your face.

"He finished watching your birthday live. He thinks it's dumb and he's over reacting because he misses your lives." Chan coos softly that pulls a sob out of you, you haven't heard genuine concern for you in a while. "Aw, Mn, I'm sorry." "I-It's nothing." "No, No, it's okay." You smooths down your hair and slowly brings you closer. "From what I understand, he was upset there was no hug." Jisung says rubbing your back.

"Oh, Mn, come here." He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around your shoulders where your cries are muffled into his hoodie, squeezing you tightly and resting his chin on the top of your head. "I wish I could apologize to other Stays. I'm sorry, Mn, I'm so sorry." You wrap your arms around him, fisting the back of his hoodie and hugging him just as tight. "Thank you, Sunbaenim." "Call us Hyung, okay? You're an honorary Stray Kid, okay?" Your laugh is watery as you sniff and pull back, wiping your tears and looking up slightly to catch Chan's smile.

"Cute..." You mutter softly and your hand covered by your sleeve points at his dimple and Chan laughs, pulling you back in for another hug. "You're cute. Come on, how about you watch us record for a little bit." Your eyes widened as you look from him to Jisung behind you and back to him. "R-Really? I-I don't want to be a bother." "It'll be okay."

He suddenly leans closer and whispers as if he's telling a top secret. "You can try Felix's brownies." He whispers and your eye light up before a voice is heard behind him. "Better hurry! Changbin-Hyung is gonna eat them all!" It was Felix followed by The aforementioned rapper. "I'm not the only one! Minho has been eating them too!"

Chan smiles and opens the door more, laughing at the kids. "Wanna join?" You look in to see Felix holding the brownie box behind him as Changbin attempts to grab more, both missing how Minho just takes one out undetected. Jeongin is next to Hyunjin and Seungmin is on the floor in front of the maknae.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

[asklatenightonceler]

"Hey Once-ler, where do the stars go during the day?"Hey Once-ler, where does wind come from?"Hey Once-ler, why does water -"Hey Once-ler, what are -"Hey Once-ler-"

This kid has been driving up the d☆nm wall with his non-stop yapping! Unless he's stuffing his face or taking a nap, he'll just go on and on!

I needed to keep him occupied, but with what? A toy? No, I tried that. A new game console? No, he has the latest one. Hmmm...it had to be something he could talk to...THAT'S IT!

Say hello to Fishy the fish!

Ted wanted to call him Nemo, but I told him that was stupid and renamed him Fishy! Which is WAY better! Yes it is, fight me! >:)

And get this,

I haven't heard a single peep from Sir Yapserlot! Now I can finally work in peace!

Also don't come for me, I'm not paying 15 dollars for a d☆mn fishbowl when old coffee holders work just as well!

[opencommunion]

please go to a protest for Land Day tomorrow (March 30th) if you can

AUSTRALIA – Hobart / Nipaluna. 1PM Every Saturday @ Davey St. (Grand Chancellor).

CANADA – Antigonish, NS. 1PM Every Saturday @ Antigonish Town Hall. Antigonish 4 Gaza.

CANADA – Montreal. 2PM Land Day Tatreez Workshop @ Refugee Center. PYM Montreal.

CANADA – Ottawa. 2PM Land Day @ Human Rights Monument.

CANADA – Toronto. 2PM Land Day @ Yonge & Dundas. PYM Toronto.

ENGLAND – Halifax. 1PM Every Saturday @ Wilkos on Southgate.

ENGLAND – Hebden Bridge. 3PM Every Saturday @ Holme Street. 4PM @ St George’s Square. West Yorkshire for Palestine.

ENGLAND – London. 11AM @ 7 Tavistock Square. PYM Britain.

ENGLAND – London. 12PM @ Central London. STW UK.

NETHERLANDS – Amsterdam. 7PM Every Night @ Dam Square.

PORTUGAL – Porto. 10PM Every Night Vigil @ Camara Municipal.

SCOTLAND – Orkney. 1PM Every Saturday @ St Magnus Cathedral Steps. Amnesty Orkney.

AZ – Phoenix. 1MP Land Day @ Civic Space Park. PSL Phoenix AZ.

CA – Los Angeles. 1PM Land Day March @ LA City Hall. PYM LA/OC/IE.

CA – Petaluma. 12:30PM Every Saturday @ Petaluma & E Washington. Occupy Pelatuma.

CA – Ventura. 12:30PM @ 181 E Santa Clara St. ANSWER Coalition.

CO – Fort Collins. 3PM Every Saturday @ Old Town Square. NOCO Liberation Coalition.

DC – Washington DC. 4PM @ DuPont Circle. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Gainesville. 11AM @ Depot Park. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Orlando. City Hall. TBA. ANSWER Coalition.

FL – Pensacola. PM @ Main & Reus (Blue Wahoos). PSL CGC. 

GA – Atlanta. 2PM @ Consulate of Israel. PYM.

ID – Pocatello. 12PM Every Saturday @ Bannock County Courthouse. Pocatello for Palestine.

IL – Chicago. 1PM @ TBA. USPCN + Chicago SJP.

LA – New Orleans. 3:30PM @ 701 N Rampart St.

MA – Springfield. 2PM @ 36 Court St. ANSWER Coalition.

ME – Portland. 1PM @ Monument Square. PSL Maine.

MI – Detroit. 1:30PM @ Beacon Park. USPCN.

MI – Detroit. 10AM Land Day @ Rouge Park. PYM.

MN – Minneapolis. 2PM @ 2707 West Lake St. ANSWER Coalition.

MT – Kalispell. 12PM Every Saturday @ Main & Center. MT 4 Palestine.

NC – Asheville. 4PM @ 1 N Pack Square. ANSWER Coalition.

NC – Charlotte. 4PM @ Wilmore Centennial Park. CLT 4 Palestine + PSL Carolinas.

NC – Raleigh. 3PM Land Day @ Moore Square. PSL Carolinas.

NC, Charlotte. 4PM @ Wilmore Centennial Park. Land Day. CLT 4 Pali + PSL Carolinas.

NM – Albuquerque. 4PM @ UNM Book Store. ANSWER Coalition.

NY – New York. 12PM @ City Hall Park. Within Our Lifetime.

NY – New York. 12PM Vigil Every Saturday @ 5th & 44th in Brooklyn. Sunset Park Elders.

NY – New York. 5PM @ Times Square. PYM.

NY – Rochester. 1:30PM @ MLK Park. End Apartheid ROC + SJP UR.

OH – Cincinnati. 3PM @ 801 Plum St. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Cleveland. 2PM Land Day @ Edgewater Upper Pavillion. USCPN.

OH – Columbus. 4PM @ 120 W Goodale St. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Dayton. 5PM @ 2680 Ridge Ave. ANSWER Coalition.

OH – Wooster. 11AM @ 538 N Market St. ANSWER Coalition.

OR – Bend. 12PM Saturdays @ Peace Corner. Central Oregon 4 Socialism.

OR – Portland. 12PM @ Desert Island Studios. Letters for Palestine PDX.

PA – Philadelphia. 5PM @ 7th & Walnut. ANSWER Coalition.

PA – Pittsburgh. 3:30PM @ 4100 Forbes Ave. ANSWER Coalition.

RI – Providence. 5PM @ Prospect Terr. ANSWER Coalition.

TX – Houston. 1PM @ Waterwall Park. PYM Houston.

TX – San Antonio. 12PM @ 301 E Travis ST. ANSWER Coalition.

VT – Burlington. 1PM @ City Hall. ANSWER Coalition.

WA – Seattle. 2PM Land Day @ Lake Union Park. PYM.

WI – Milwaukee. 1:30PM @ Sijan Park. PSL Milwaukee.

WI – Viroqua. 11AM Vigil Every Saturday @ Main & Decker. Driftless Solidarity / Wolves PSC.

WV – Martinsburg. 12PM Land Day @ Martinsburg Town Square. PSL WV.

DISCLAIMER: I didn't make this list and it's not comprehensive. If you don't see a protest near you, look up what your local orgs are doing, and if you still can't find anything, take autonomous action

[jacobsbigmelons]

drunken’ fools

Jacob Custos x male reader

nsfw, face fucking, blow jobs, fingering, slight voyeurism, both parties consented, facial, Alcohol consumption.

yay new blog new writing time, and yes what better way to start off my page with the most scandalous fic ever 😏

The sounds of children quickly subsided once they were instructed to return to their cabins and begin to head to bed. You had just returned your batch of kids after showing them your telescope, after all, the kids gotta start on astronomy at some point so why not show them the moon to start? You collapsed your telescope and put the strap around your arm, the kids still slightly ranting to each other about either how boring this was, how much they wanna go to sleep or the occasional few who sounded like they were genuinely interested in what you showed them.

You noticed the rest of the councilors were gathering all the kids in their respected cabins which ranged from last name, you were responsible for the MN/Z kids. Thought what seemed like forever, everyone was finally in their respective cabins as the lights finally dimmed and it was bedtime…for them at least. The councilors of course have their own place to sleep and as adults that means they probably aren’t going to just stay put.

You shared a small cabin with Dylan, though Ryan, Jacob and Nick all had to cram into one somehow just because of ongoing renovations, plus Mr.H said that’s what we’re gonna do so that’s what we’re gonna do. You rested your head on your pillow as you laid on the top bunk of your bed, trying to get a peek through the window but only being able to see the dirt ground from where you were. It felt like an eternity as you were finding just anything to occupy yourself with, anything to help make you fall asleep just milliseconds faster but to your chagrin for what felt like hours…nothing.

You swore you were keeping a mental note of the time though your idea of what time it could be was so wrong. Though there was only one yet risky idea but you just needed to expend this energy somehow. “Dylan…!” you whisper yelled, silence coming from below you. you slightly moved as your foot rested on the wooden ladder as you stepped down only a few steps before calling out again. “Dylan…?” again, no response.

go

quick

you quickly turned yourself around as you descended the ladder and met with the image of Dylan’s back towards you, perfect. You practically slid down the ladder instead of putting any force on the wooden pegs incase they would creak. Though the sound of the floorboards creaking would prove your careful footwork on the ladder fruitless if there was just gonna be noise anyways. You took wide strides as you opened the front door and stepped out quickly, of course shoes were the least of your worries and a pebble getting stuck in ur toes is way more worth it than making all that racket inside.

You remember seeing a dock nearby which could use some company, the nighttime breeze pushing your hair around slightly, it was way better than whatever the silent cabin had to offer. You walked your way down towards what you recalled was the dock, and after what felt like forever of being paranoid someone would catch you and overall frustration of not knowing where the dock was, you finally made your way down the planks and sat as you watched your reflection slightly distort in the water.

“Yo dude what the fuck are you doing out here!?” A familiar voice spoke in the dark of night, you felt your eyebrows jump to the top of your head as your body went cold before you connected who’s voice it was. Jacob. “jesus christ! if you’re gonna come and say hi maybe do it in a less oh I dunno scary way??” You whispered though slightly louder just because of how far the cabins were from you two. “Yeah yeah whatever dude, what’re you doing out here anyways?” you watched as he spoke while making his way down to you, was he holding something? looks kinda big? the lamp next to you illuminated the area enough to see he had brought his beer stash which was probably going to be just for him.

“Couldn’t sleep, cabin was too hot, silent, I could keep going really but I don’t think you want to hear all that. What about you? seems like you were prepared.” You smiled as you let the words leave your mouth, as much as you may hide it, you were practically steaming at the cheeks. But you had a good enough facade to act like you didn’t have a crush on the one councilor who you see the least, and have 0 reason to like.

“Uhh, yeah so- I was originally just gonna drink a bit and like head back but if you want you can join man” You considered his words as he finally sat next to you and offered up one of his beers. Oh how much you despised the taste of it, though that didn’t stop you from drinking it whenever you had a the chance. “So what you were gonna limp back to camp and possibly have a run in with Mr.H and explain how you’re not y’know…drunk?” His mind blanked as he just stared with his mouth open just a bit, “uh…yeah…okay so maybe it isn’t the best plan but cmon it’s better than sleeping or whatever, besides you don’t seem like you wanna go back either so I don’t wanna hear it.”

You took the drink from his hands as you snapped it open, Jacob doing the same process with his own drink. You two talked about your days as the buzz began to make its way around your guys’s bodies. “No dude, some kid or whatever got hit with a football today, Kaitlyn was called like…3 more times because of these kids bro.” That’s right, the supposed to be nurse never did get to show up, you drunkenly raised your eyebrows at the information, you didn’t know Kaitlyn took up the title of Nurse.

Whatever was in these beers, they had to be stronger than whatever you would drink in your spare time that wasn’t at a camp, you’ll have to try and remember what these are called when you get back home. There were already two cans crushed on both Jacobs and your side of where you two were sitting, though at this point you both moved back because falling into the water is the last thing you two needed.

“Yeah…uh, th-that really uh sucks Jake” your words were practically slurring as you felt that numbing sensation go through your body, relief. Wait, when did you two get so close to each other? When did you guys begin to lay down and just stare at the sky? albeit very spread out with Jacobs arm practically using your neck as a resting spot, though your leg used his stomach as a throne. More time passed before some more drunken speech came around. “D-don’t mansplain what stars are dude, You’re talking to th- the one with the telescope here.” You giggled at your statement as he just scoffed, his feeble attempt to jumble what smart words he knew with what little knowledge about stars he had didn’t work.

“Shut- shut up, I act- hic actually know a few things” he spoke trying to keep what pride he has in his drunken state. “Keep that attitude and Harvard will come looking for you.” You pushed his arm off your neck as you tried looking for the beer you didn’t know was already finished off. As you sat yourself up you moved your leg which felt like it was pressed up against something, though you laid your leg on his stomach right? You slowly moved your foot which must’ve slithered its way down to his shorts because there was a very big and visible tent.

“You seem…excited” you stared down at him, your vision practically creating 1 maybe 2 more Jacobs? “Huh? oh, my bad dude, I don’t really know why i’m hard” He laughed it away, genuinely confused as to why he’s pent up. “Yo dude, your dick is pretty hard too” he bluntly spoke, as you quickly tried to see what he was talking about, why would you be hard at a time like- oh.

“Fuck.” Your voices coming to a halt as the situation began to get just a bit awkward, plus discreetly staring at Jacob’s dick and seeing it twitch probably isn’t the best sight for trying to get rid of your hard on. You felt your body shift from a numb peaceful feeling to a hot, lustful feeling. But there was no way in hell, drunk or not you would be courageous enough to ask anything regarding this situation- right?

“Can uh- can I maybe suck you off?” Okay maybe you can. You immediately look down and scratch your neck in embarrassment? Shame? The silence wasn’t reassuring and looking at the gross face probably plastered on Jacobs face was the last thing you wanted to see before making a move. “That’s kinda hot” he said, his hand scratching around his happy trail.

“I mean, uh, are you good at this sorta thing?” Jacob said, trying to divert the attention from his random lustful comment he made. “A mouths a mouth? plus I uh- h-haven’t rrrrealy done it- like a-at all” You said, letting your brain kinda just run on its own, if you were sober you would be kicking yourself for how much is being said. “But you- you do want me to…y’know?” he moved his lip in a manner as if he was thinking before nodding a yes.

You both got up before poorly hiding the beer and throwing the crushed cans in the water, something about this felt like it was happening way too casually but you’re both drunk so the filter is kind of gone so who knows, maybe this is what it’s like to not have to worry about what you have to say to the person you wanna say it to. You both moved the the nearby woods before hearing a slight snap behind you, you looked but god forbid your vision be good enough to see that far.

You kept walking as you found Jacob taking his jersey off as you got to business pretty quickly, you found yourself on your knees as you pulled his shorts off, there was a tiny bit of tension but none the less you found his dick almost basically whip out almost hitting your face. It wasn’t the biggest but it was definitely girthy and that’s just fine. You basically redid what you saw in porn, you tried to take it as far as you could as you heard the whining curses come out of Jacobs mouth.

“Ohhh, fuck fuck…fffffuck dude” he began to thrust in your mouth faster and faster, your gag reflex hanging on by a thread. “Fuck dude your throat feels soooo fucking good” As good as it felt seeing the effect you had on him you did need to breath, you pushed on his thigh though his hand just gripped your hair but he eventually got the picture as he pushed your head off of him. After a few coughs and some seconds to catch your breath you went right back to business “Fuck me while I get you off?” you both were practically heaving, “how am I gonna do that if you got my cock on your mouth?” he looked dumbfounded before you motioned an ‘ok’ sign and pushed your finger in it. It didn’t hit him until a few seconds later.

He sat down in the dirt floor as you went right back to bobbing on his dick, his fingers roaming your ass, the more you moaned the vibrations only made Jacob closer to busting. Though despite how good he made you feel and likewise, you’re loud pleasurable sounds only would get at least a tiny bit of attention. That’s all Dylan needed when he hid in the trees as he saw you two going at it. His face was hot and other parts.

‘this is not what I expected when I applied to be a councilor…’

Jacob was practically shoving you all the way to his base with ever thrust or push of your head. His fingers in you only contributed to the good feeling for both of you. It wasn’t until you were about to get up to breath you felt him shove you off as his now nude body straddled the top part of you as he was moaning way louder than he was just a few minutes ago. (and they were loud)

His cum practically sprayed all over your face and into your mouth before he was heaving right on top of you, you swore you heard rustling from a bush but it could just be an animal, even if it’s not whoever or whatever it was got quite the show. “Oh my fucking god jesus that was the best nut I busted in a minute” Jacob spoke quickly. Your guys’s sobriety began to make its way back to one another as the endorphins gave that rush yet pleasurable feeling.

“let’s…let’s get cleaned up and y’know, maybe try not to be too obvious of what happened.” you shyly spoke as he got off of you, he grabbed his underwear, shorts and jersey before putting them back on. He’ll change when he can but for now the endorphins just need to ware away. Jacob quickly got back to the poorly hidden beer stash as he untimely goes to put it back to wherever a jock brain thinks is a good place. And you need to head back before Dylan or anyone else wakes up. Eventually you two got back to your designated places and you found Dylan back in the same spot as you last saw, alls well as you climb back up to your bunk and fall soundly asleep.

though let’s just say Dylan was in fact not asleep.

[usafphantom2]

How I Missed the D*mn War – Part 1

Monday, August 5th, 1990, my buddies phone rang and it’s his Aircraft Commander (AC) telling him he is now in crew rest, to pack a bag for 90 days, report to the squadron in 12 hours, and no, he didn’t know where they were going.

Fifteen minutes later, my AC called me. I was needed at the squadron to help load and preflight aircraft that were deploying in 12 hours. We still didn’t know where we were going or how long we’d be there, but the news was hitting the airwaves that the United States was reacting to Saddam Hussein’s invasion of Kuwait.

Twenty-four hours later, in KC-135R 58-0059, I was sitting in my cockpit seat, right behind the AC, taking off out of Loring AFB ME headed to Lajes Field in the Azores, a small island in the eastern Atlantic. We had an airplane full of support gear for the 9-hour sortie. I can’t recall for sure if we dragged any fighters on that first flight, but judging on the flight duration, I think we did.

An Air Bridge was being put in place to get Air Force fighters, sometimes referred to as chicks, from the East Coast all the way to Saudia Arabia, or Down Range as it was known to us. Our job flying from the Lajes was to meet up with tankers flying east from the east coast, take their fighters and escort them to the Strait of Gibraltar where other tankers would be waiting to take them through the Mediterranean Sea.

It would be one tanker with anywhere between two and six fighters, depending on the fighter type. A-10s tended to be flights of six aircraft, whereas F-15s usually came in groups of four. For F-4s, the thirstiest of the fighters, there were usually only two. It wasn’t a hard and fast rule, but rather determined by many factors including weather, location and availability of divert airfields, the fighter’s fuel requirements, and the tanker’s available offload.

I always had great respect for the schedulers and planners who put all this together. The amount of coordination needed was enormous. Tankers on the east coast, supported by many bases, tankers in the Atlantic at the Azores, tankers the Mediterranean, all had to be able to meet at their rendezvous points without fail or somebody was going to end up in the drink. Nobody wanted that.

For us, at the Azores, life was good. The weather was absolutely stunning with the sun shining and the temperatures in the 80s. I had never been there before, and wrongly assumed it was like that all the time. Everything we needed (food, beer, pool, gym) was within walking distance except heading to the temporary squadron that was hastily set up. If we were flying, we’d wake up late in the morning and head over to the gym, then off to the chow hall for lunch and then report to the squadron for a sortie. If we weren’t flying, then it would be the pool and the NCO club.

The formations from the East Coast came in waves about an hour apart. That worked well, until one evening mother nature intervened. The diversion for weather caused some serious confusion, and we had tankers stacking up in an orbit waiting for their receivers. One AC who didn’t get the memo decided not to coordinate with the other holding tankers, who were stacking up in altitude, and entered the orbit at the planned altitude, which was already occupied by a tanker that had taken off a couple of hours earlier. Both aircraft circled around the orbit for a while until eventually, they crossed paths and almost collided. One of the pilots said they he was able to see the map light in the cockpit of the offending aircraft and reported that they were easily within fifty feet of each other. TCAS, or Traffic Collision Avoidance System, did not exist in those days, so there was no safety net. The funny part, not that it was that funny, was that the offending pilot was actually the head of Stan/Eval or Standards and Evaluations, the people who gave Check Rides and made sure everybody was doing things correctly.

At the Strait of Gibraltar, we’d often meet up with a KC-10. They could carry more fuel for offloading and could be refueled themselves providing even more flexibility. If we had extra gas when we met up with the KC-10, we’d refuel them, giving them the extra so they’d have it if needed.

After sorties or on days we weren’t flying, the NCO club was the place to go. C-141s were landing everyday to refuel, there were no tankers available for direct flights, and they often spent the night. There airplanes were filled with ground pounders making their way down range.

One evening, we ran into some KC-130 enlisted Marines crew dogs who were bragging about how they were the “tip of the sword.” One of our older, more experienced, and more inebriated booms started yelling at them, “Tip of the Sword my ass, we’ve been here for two effing weeks.” Fortunately, we managed to avoid getting our asses handed to us by buying them all a round of drinks and doing carrier landings on a table.

By the way, we drank the base dry. They literally ran out of beer. For a few days you couldn’t find a six pack of beer anywhere on base, but eventually we were resupplied, and all was well again.

And then, all of the sudden, that little piece of heaven melted away like a chocolate bar in the sun. Aircraft and crews started moving around again. Some of our guys went Down Range, some went home. The Down Range guys went to France, Spain, Italy, Egypt, Saudia Arabia, Doha, and Deigo Garcia.

I was on a crew that was sent back home, back to good old SAC Alert watching the continuing buildup on Headline News wanting to get back to. A few weeks later, I returned to the Azores and the difference was startling. The weather had gotten cold and rainy, all the tankers were gone, the C-141s landing was reduced to a trickle, the NCO club was empty, and there were no missions to fly. All the fighters that needed to be moved had been moved.

My crew was headed down range…

(stay tuned for How I Missed the D*mn War – Part 2)

Photos: Lajes Field runway, the parking ramp, my AC and copilot, an A-10 receiver during one of the missions

@tcamp202 via X

[flowerparrish]

[Podfic] Spacecase has changed Ghoul Gang Cool Gang to teh case of the ghastly ghostys | fic by @sendryl

DPxDC: Danny Fenton/Tim Drake | Rated: T | Length: 5.5 mns

A brief group chat interlude between Team Phantom. In which Danny attempts to explain his current situation while one hand is occupied. By Tim. The other hand is occupied by Tim.

Part 2 of [Podfics of] Iced Cold Brew; Podded as an ITPE treat for @kbirbpods and @lordsmeldingtonthethird!

[wordsandrobots]

Seasoned

Series: Wishing on Space Hardware [extra]

Fandom: Iron-Blooded Orphans

Rating: T

Pairings: Yamagi/Shino

Summary: Sometime after the events of Wishing on Space Hardware, Yamagi and Shino see in the new year.

Notes: As promised, here's a short ficlet for the end of 2024! It references events in one of the audio plays (which @lilenui put me on to a couple of years back -- thank you!): my own interpretation of how Yamagi ended up a mechanic didn't quite square with the play, but it's close enough to fudge.

May you all survive and thrive in 2025. Make art. Enjoy art. Be who you are and wish to be. And stay safe.

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It's Dwindling Season, which means everything is cold and dark and mornings basically aren't happening, and if there's a better argument for hibernation, Yamagi has yet to hear it. When he wakes to see not a single chink of light coming through the shutters, his first instinct is to bury himself back under the bed-covers and take full advantage of the on-site heating.

The problem is, where Shino ought to be there's only a chilly, cover-less patch of mattress.

Whining at the betrayal, Yamagi rolls the other way and checks the clock. Disgustingly, it is in fact a reasonable hour to be out of bed, even if the weekend means it isn't currently required. He pulls the pillow over his head, just to be dramatic, then checks Shino's side more closely. Must have been gone a while. But there's no sound from the bathroom, or the rest of the apartment…

Maybe he went for a jog? Even if the idea of exercising outside during Dwindling Season is appalling, Shino has different standards and also the capacity for radiating heat that makes his current absence so frustrating. He'd probably have fun, running up a sweat in the middle of winter, just to prove he could.

Yamagi curls into a ball, shuddering, and that's when the second thoughts come worming in. Because of course his nightmares these days are all about Shino not being there come the morning. As if the last five years might just puff out of existence at a second's notice. As if bringing him home was the dream and hard reality is waiting to wrench it away.

Which is dumb. Yamagi only has to turn on the light and he'll see Shino's clothes scattered around the room, the extra side-table by the bed, the posters pinned on the wall 'so we'll have something cool to look at while we make out' – said with the biggest, goofiest grin that was begging to be kissed stupid, and was, as a reminder of where attention ought to be focused…

Breathing deep, he sticks out his arm, groping for the switch. It clicks and there the signs of their life together are, present and correct. Still no noise or other clues, though. The only way he's finding out where Shino went is by getting up to check.

All things considered, he thinks he's very restrained, only swearing every other step as he jitters his way across the floor to the door and the massive, thick robe hanging there. Technically, it belongs to Shino – a gift from Merribit, who found something similar for Yukinojo at a sale and discovered that it came in bright pink as well. It's Shino-sized, without a doubt, and swamps Yamagi entirely as a result, which is why he wears it on days like this.

Suitably armoured, he opens the door. This instantly dispels any lingering fears because Shino is sitting on the sofa, large as life and twice as beautiful, a mug of tea in hand. He's staring into space. Whatever he's thinking, it's occupying him enough to dull his sense of his surroundings. Yamagi has padded right over to him before he stirs, big brown eyes lighting up. “Hey there, sleepy-head! Happy New Year.”

“Mn,” Yamagi agrees, dropping down beside him.

“Didn't wake you, did I?”

“Nh.” Leaning against Shino's shoulder, he surrenders to a jaw-cracking yawn. “You a'right?”

Nightmares are not a limited resources in this household and Shino deliberately taking himself away from other people to think isn't usually a good sign.

“Yeah! I just…”

“Mm?”

Shino swigs some tea, gaze roaming the room, settling eventually on the shelves they put up next to the vid screen and the lovingly-painted model Shiden perched there. He sighs. “I'm going to be thirty this year. Or I already am.”

Huh.

He's never let them make a fuss over his birthday, on top of nobody being sure the date in his ID record is close to accurate to begin with, so it's a bit hard to keep track. But, yes, give or take, that must be about right. “It's only a number. You don't need to feel bad just because –”

“I don't! I don't feel bad. That's kinda what I was… I like it? I like that I'm gonna be old.”

“Oh.” The part of Yamagi concerned with practicalities and accuracy even when the rest of him is changing gear mid-conversation has him add, “I don't think thirty counts as 'old'.”

“Older than I ever thought I'd get.” Shino rests his mug on his knee, tilting it slightly to one side. “I mean, most of the First Group guys weren't thirty, were they?”

Honestly, it's hard to remember. Maruba aside, they tend to blur together, lacking any personal details beyond 'bigger' and 'meaner'. “I guess.”

“Seemed like forever away. And I, um…”

We could have all died tomorrow. Why waste today on wishing when I could be having fun?

Looking back, Yamagi suspects he was guilty of thinking that way too, in his own pessimistic fashion. Not that Shino's version was especially optimistic, boiled down to its core. Another of those things they shared without realising.

He can remember – it was early on. He'd been reading maintenance manuals as fast as humanly possible, skipping meals and cutting sleep for the sake of an education. Shino caught him napping, exhausted, curled around an ammo case. For a second, he thought he was in big trouble. Only, of course Shino bubbled with enthusiasm at the idea of him learning be a proper mechanic. And not to repay Yukinojo for taking pity, oh no. Yamagi needed to aim higher, to fight alongside everyone, like the Old Man did, keeping each weapon in perfect condition. Then, one day, when Shino got his own mobile suit, they'd be a perfect team!

Ridiculous, as was standard for Shino's out-sized encouragement. The CGS had one mobile suit and it hadn't moved for years. Still, at the time, those words meant the world. Someone believed in Yamagi, in his potential as something other than an infantry drop-out. If he'd not already been half in love with Shino, he certainly would have been after that.

But there's something painful about realising how narrow their horizons were, that 'aiming high' meant nothing more than becoming better fighters.

“Sorry,” Shino murmurs. “I don't want to talk about miserable shit I'm over and make you sad too.”

Yamagi elbows him. “That isn't a reason not to tell me if something's bothering you. I was just thinking about when you got me to stop calling you 'Mister' all the time.”

“Oh, shit, yeah! Geez, it really was all the time. Mr Shino this, Mr Shino that, yes Mr Shino, definitely Mr Shino.”

“Hey, I wasn't that bad.”

“No. But I was glad I got you to stop.”

“Me too.” The change felt both wrong and surprisingly easy, thanks to how Shino had beamed at him. He's always found it desperately hard to say no to that smile. “I'm glad you're happy.”

“I am!” Shino puts his mug down at his feet and slings his arm around Yamagi. “I'm gonna get old and I get to do it with you and Eugene and everyone. Isn't that great?”

“Yeah. It is.” More than great. The highest they could possibly aim.

Oh, that's so incredibly soppy. If Yamagi weren't so incredibly comfortable, squashed against the great, warm mass of Shino's body, he might break the moment from pure embarrassment.

Then again Shino has a habit of making embarrassment feel like a colossal waste of time.

“I think… maybe… I'd like to have a birthday party this year.” Smiling at Yamagi, he gestures with his other arm, which would certainly be throwing out a hand to encompass the whole of their family if he had his prosthetic on. “Get everyone together, have a big cake. What do you think?”

Yamagi snorts. “You expect me to say anything except 'yes'?”

“Hey, I still gotta ask!”

“How about I wrap myself in ribbons this time? Will that make it clear?”

“…am I supposed to say 'no'?”

They sit there a while, daydreaming, pressed together snug as rats in a nest.

Then Shino asks, “You don't mind, do you?”

“Mind?”

“Me getting old. What if I start getting wrinkly? What if I get a beer gut?”

Smothering another yawn, Yamagi rolls his eyes. “You barely drink any more. And so what if you did? Are you planning on giving up exercise?”

“No?”

“Then I don't see what the problem is.”

“…so I only need to worry when I can't carry you around any more. Gotcha.”

He turns to plant a kiss on Shino's cheek. “You've nothing to worry about at all.”

“Thanks. Still need to hear that, sometimes.” The hand on Yamagi's shoulder squeezes once. “Speaking of exercise, you want to come for a jog? The streets should be clear right about now.”

Making a pained noise, Yamagi tries his best to disappear inside the robe.

“Heh. OK, OK. How about I stay here and make breakfast for my amazingly hot husband instead?”

And really, who'd want to say no to that?

[rayan12sworld]

💙Breathing Firestorm

By:ladyshadowdrake

Summary:

After years of a mad quest, Wen Ruohan is finally given proof of a powerful creature living among mortals. He is delighted to find that it truly believes itself to be only a boy named “Wei Wuxian.”

While Wen Ruohan tries to unlock Wei Wuxian’s secret, the sects unite against him. If he can achieve his goal before they arrive, even the combined might of the cultivation world would not be enough to humble him.

Meanwhile, Lan Wangji dreams of Wei Wuxian in the Cold Pond Cave, and works tirelessly to rescue him from Wen Ruohan’s clutches.

No one is prepared for what awaits the allied sects in Nightless City at the conclusion of the war, and it very well might mean the end of the world as they know it.

Chapter:21/21

Words:110,773

Status:completed

(Phoenix wei wuxian)

Sect Leader! Your—Senior brother—Hanguang-jun!” he sputtered. “Take a breath,” Lan Xichen interrupted, reaching out to steady the boy and taking an exaggerated breath himself to demonstrate. Worry gnawed at the back of his throat while the disciple swallowed hard and obediently took in a deep breath. “Try again.” “Lan Wangji has entered the Phoenix-Subdue Cave!” the boy blurted out. Without meaning to, Lan Xichen clamped his hand down on the junior’s arm. The boy winced, but he didn’t try to pull away. Lan Xichen hastily released him, took one step back and drew Shuoyue even as he took the first leap into the air.

~~~

“Wangji. You are well?” Lan Xichen asked, his gaze pulling again to the phoenix where he leaned against the back wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Lan Xichen had seen Wei Wuxian in a similar pose many times, and though the phoenix occupied the same body, even just this glance was enough to separate the phoenix and Wei Wuxian totally. Everything about his posture communicated danger, violence just barely contained. Lan Wangji nodded. “Mn.” “Please come outside the wards,” Lan Xichen said. He itched to reach through the wards and drag Lan Wangji out as though he were still four years old and Lan Xichen could pick him up at will. Lan Wangji shook his head. “I will not.” “Wangji,” Lan Xichen pleaded softly. Lan Wangji shook his head again. He looked so much like their father in that moment that Lan Xichen could have sobbed. He remembered a much younger Lan Wangji, barely five and standing at his full height, face serious and voice calm, announcing that he was no longer a child and would not be carried again. There had been no discussion, no room for negotiation or suggestion or reasoning. Lan Xichen wondered if he had known at twelve that he would rarely be allowed to touch his brother after that point, if he would have argued. If he had known this would happen—Lan Wangji just barely seventeen, tall and always serious, putting himself once more firmly outside of Lan Xichen’s reach—would he have tried harder? “Explain your reasoning,” Lan Xichen, who was Lan Wangji’s brother, but also his mentor and teacher and sect leader, said. “It is dangerous for the phoenix to be isolated,” Lan Wangji said. “It is unnecessary for Wei Ying to be isolated. I will remain.”

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“The breath in his lungs is the only thing in all the universe that protects you from me,” the phoenix-Wei Wuxian said. He stepped casually away from Lan Wangji’s prone body and gestured with one hand. His smile was a bright, wicked thing on his face. “Please, do continue.” For a very long time, no one moved or spoke. Finally, Wei Wuxian snorted out a derisive laugh and knelt at Lan Wangji’s side. Lan Xichen was close enough to see the quick sparks flickering and dying in his eyes as he examined the ruin that had been made of Lan Wangji’s skin. The air surrounding him heated again. “You know, Lan Zhan, I could kill every person in this courtyard without breaking our bargain,” he murmured. Lan Wangji forced his eyes open. It was obviously a struggle to focus on Wei Wuxian, and his voice was a broken whisper when he said, “Do not.”

[james-is-here]

Oh my god i got my motivation back.

This fic is in the Skz family universe with Lina 🤭

I want to thank @moonlightndaydreams @queenmea604 and @noellllslut for replying to my one post and giving me tips for a topic I was squeamish about. This is the trial run of that topic.

Haha I literally spent all day writing this but I love how I wrote it so I hope you enjoy it too 😅 This is really long but I swear it’s worth the read.

{Happy New Year, 1.2.24 update: I did change this to a M/n fic where before it was a Character insert} MR = Male Reader | Mn = Male Name

Warnings: Smut, oral 🫢 (MR and Lina receiving), Lina deep throating MR, MR face fucks Lina, unprotected (Wrap b4 tap), fingering (Lina), MR is a soft Dom and ???? (This information has been classified to be a surprise), Lina is subby, secret affair (I don’t condone cheating), small moment of doubt, Noona/mommy kink, sir kink 🫢

Mn felt like there were eyes on him the whole night. The whole time he played with little Channie, the whole time he chatted with Binnie, and the whole time he hung out and helped make dinner with the other adults.

It was a burning gaze, he could feel it all over his body with a shiver running up his spine. He didn’t know what could be happening or where this feeling was coming from until he looked, trying to find the cause while cutting some ingredients for dinner when his eyes landed on the culprit.

Lina, his brother-in-law’s brother’s wife. She didn’t even notice that Mn had caught her, her eyes either lingering or glancing to his hands while she prepares another item to be cooked, her husband next to her who sits on his phone, waiting to do something.

Mn glances at his hands before looking back up at Lina who notices that his hands have stopped cutting the vegetables and looks up slowly, not because she’s realized she’s been caught and his trying to look shy but she’s tracing the outline of muscles she can see beneath his shirt before her eyes meet Mn's.

Eyes widened before she straightens herself out and goes back to finishing her task with a flushed face and ears.

The ravenette’s brows furrowed before he shook it off and made a few more slices before turning to his sister with a smile and handing her the cutting board of veggies.

He stands from the stool he was perched upon and goes over to the sink behind Lina and Seungmin, even though he saw her reaction to catching her red handed at undressing him mentally, he momentarily forgot as he placed his hands on her waist to move her closer to the table in order to get behind her, causing the woman in question to gasp and her eyes widen as she looked up at Mn before looking back down as she felt the knife against her finger.

No cut, but it snapped her out of her day dream. “Careful, Lina.” Mn mutters as he saw the mistake but Lina’s mind was elsewhere momentarily.

“Careful, Lina.” Mn said with a smirk as he held down her hips. “It’s okay, Lina. Just enjoy yourself, okay?” He said with a cocky smile as his tongue went back to lay flat and lick up her core, the woman shuttering as she lets out a broken moan when his tongue went back inside and his nose nudged her-

She was brought back again when Seungmin waved a hand in front of her face and she blinks, clearing her throat as she sees Mn at the sink. “I’m gonna…go to the restroom real quick. Seung, can you finish this for me?” Seungmin looks up from his phone and smiles, taking the knife a board from his wife, finally happy to be occupying his hands instead of doing nothing.

Lina’s departure was quick and Mn noticed her grip on his skirt as her quicks steps take her to the bathroom.

Mn's eyes trail after her, staring at the door before looking back down to his hands, watching as the water washes the suds off his hands slowly as he thinks.

Why was Lina staring at him? Did he have a cut he didn’t notice? No, there’s nothing stinging as he washes them. She stared at his shirt, too. Was there flour from the dumpling dough on his shirt, no he wore Hyuna’s apron for that. She jumped when he walked behind her, she must’ve been zoned out cutting the green onions, he didn’t mean to scare her.

“Mn-Oppa, you’ve been washing your hands for practically five minutes.” Hyuna calls out as she looked up from grabbing the green onions from her brother-in-law. Mn blinks, shaking his head while inhaling slight as he turned the water off and dried his hands. “Sorry, got stuck in my head.” “You okay?” “Yeah, just…work stuff…nothing to important.” “Okay. Come to think of it, Lina has been in the bathroom for a while, can you check on her?” Hyuna asks, seeing as Seungmin took his place at the sink to wash his hand, she herself was putting the chopped veggie into the pot and his brother-in-law was holding Channie on his hip, bouncing him around as he tried to sneak the two of them bits of dinner behind Hyuna’s back.

“Yeah.” He sets the towel down and walks over to the bathroom, knocking on the door only to not get an answer. “Lina-noona? You okay?” Going to knock again, his knuckle taps against the door only for it to creak open slightly, he stepped back, thinking she was coming out, only to see through the mirror, an empty room. He opens the door fully, looking around, confusion etched on his features as he steps out of the room.

He could’ve sworn he saw her go through that door, but thinking back, he now noticed in his memory that she went through the door next to the bathroom, what is technically the guest room but had been turned into Mn's room when he moved in with the rest of the family at his sisters request. “I just want all the family under one roof, is that so much to ask for?” He remembers from when Hyuna asked him to move in.

Why would Lina go to his room? He went to open the door but it was cracked slightly, his door stopper wedged on the other side of the door. Did she prop it open on purpose? Mn thought. He had propped his door open that morning before he went to work, to show people he wasn’t home, so Lina removed the stopper and propped it open for a reason. To listen if anyone walks up? Wanted the door closed but not all the way? Mn couldn’t figure it out.

His room was set up so the door opens and his bed was to the immediate left when you walk in, the corner adjacent from the door was his desk with his pc and work computer set up, the soft blue LED’s lit the dark room as the sunset a cast darkness over the cul-de-sac they live in.

At the end of his bed, Lina sat. She was shaking, hunched over herself and it looked like she was crying as Mn heard her release short breaths. He could only see her back before he stepped closer, the rubber bottom of the door stopper smudging against the floor as he pushed his door open and as Lina jumped up from the noise, flinging her hand behind her back as she stood.

Her pencil skirt was mussed up and her face was flush, pupils dilated and eyes blown wide as she tries to stutter out an excuse for being in his room. “Lina, you okay?” Mn didn’t listen to her rambling, only stepping closer, his door falling shut. That’s why he bought a stopper for his door, so it wouldn’t always close whenever he tried to leave it open.

“I-I am…Y-Yeah, I’m fine, I promise.” “How come you came in here? I thought you needed to use the restroom? Hyuna had me check on you, she thought you were in the bathroom this whole time.” “I-I was but…” “But what? You’re awfully flush, Noona, you sure your okay?” She nods, shyly glancing between the floor and the male in front of her, looking so worried and caring towards her.

“I-I have a slight problem…but it can’t be solved…” “Well, what is your problem?” Mn asked, wanting to help the woman he grew to love as a sister like Hyuna.

“I-I can’t…” “Noona, I can’t help you, if you even want the help, if you don’t tell me.” She shuffles her feet; Mn has never seen her like this. She’s always making witty remarks towards her husband and always seemed to carry herself with confidence.

She finally moves her hand, balled in a fist with fabric beneath the digits. Mn's brows furrowed before his eyes widen and he’s looking away to his feet. Lina had her panties in her fist.

“I-I…um…” Mn stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Did I…I’m sorry.” He went to leave, but Lina stopped him. “Wait, don’t go.” “I-I’m not sure what to say, if I’m being honest.”

“Would…Would you help me?” “I shouldn’t…N-Noona, y-you’re married…C-Can’t Seungmin help you?” He can’t believe Lina was willingly asking for him to help her get off. Was she serious?

“He doesn’t…” She hesitates. “He’s…okay…but I just need a little more…please?” “Why me? I’m basically your brother-in-law. There’s that, too, you’re married…I-I can’t do that to Seungmin, Noona…” “Stop calling me that.” She suddenly snaps.

“W-What?” “You…calling me Noona…makes it worse…” “I’m sorry…” “Don’t apologize. I should be apologizing.”

Mn looked over her, her eyes held guilt and shame, glazed over with lust. She truly felt ashamed of herself, pulling her other hand from Mn's wrist as she started to step back and withdraw from the other.

“Wait, don’t…” He hesitates. He did find the woman beautiful, funny and nice as well. He saw her as the caring older sister since he only grew up with Hyuna who was younger than him. “Don’t shy away…”

Yes, there were times, only three if he thinks about it, where he’s thought lewdly about the older woman. He admired her confidence and witty remarks, she looked good too and if he’s being honest, the woman in pencil skirts did something to him, he’s complimented her a few times when he saw her wearing them.

He loves Seungmin, a younger brother he never got, but he wanted to help Lina. It was wrong, he knew it was, but his body reacted before his brain caught up and he slowly stepped up to Lina, his hand slowly reaching up to rest hesitantly, hovering over the side of her face before his palm rested fully on her cheek and tilting her head up. He was taller then her, even when she’s wearing black heels.

“Um, close your eyes…” He whispered, the woman listening and doing so for him. He was scared, he may be doing this as an experiment for himself. He knew, deep down, that it was wrong, she’s a married woman, how could he possibly do this without any remorse.

He’s tilting her head up further and leaning down, tilting his and Lina’s head slightly as he connected their lips.

Lina gasps, a shiver running up her spine and into her core as she almost drips all over her thighs. She shakily hums, her hand coming up from her side to hold onto Mn's right bicep.

The woman shook, another hum morphing into a whine when Mn’s left hand placed itself on her hip. Her other hand let go of the forgotten fabric before reaching up and resting itself under his jaw, thumbing at his jaw and the area under his ear.

She took one step closer, tilting her head further to the left as Mn began to loose himself in Lina’s touch. He pulled her closer, his right hand sliding to the nape of her neck as his fingers tangle in her hair. His thoughts running rampant as his eyes finally flutter shut and his tongue swipes over the slit of her lips, he could feel her hesitate before she opens her mouth, allowing Mn to softly lick into her mouth and tangle their tongues.

Lina’s left hand moved so her arm wrapped around Mn’s neck as they tilted their head the other way, both getting lost in each other.

Mn gains consciousness and snaps out of his daze first and pulls away. “Wait, we…I’m sorry.” “It’s okay…” “No, I-I…I actually…want to continue…” Lina’s eyes brighten as a small smile graces her lips. “…But, w-what about later tonight? Hyuna was finishing dinner when I came to check on you.” “Okay…” The shine dims a little bit is still lit with hope and excitement.

“Here…” His hands slide down to her waist, sliding down to her hips then down her skirt to straighten it out. He got this far, he tried to resist but after straightening the fabric out, he slid his hand past the low waist band, the skirts band surprisingly loose, as he slid a finger though her folds. She jolts, wobbly stepping forward as she silently moans into Mn's shoulder.

The corner of Mn's lips twitched as he glides his middle and ring finger through her wetness, dipping into her hole before pulling out, circling her clit before pulling his hand away and out of her skirt. He was stunned, his fingers were soaked, glistening in the blue light as Lina lifted her head.

She expected Mn to just wipe his hand off but watched with a stunned expression as Mn brought his fingers up and put them in his mouth, his eyes never leaving Lina’s as he licked away her taste off his fingers. “You…may be the death of me…” She mutters, Mn pulled his fingers away before leaning in kissing Lina again, his tongue swiping over hers before he pulled back.

He was getting bolder, more into the situation. He still knew it was wrong but Lina was giving herself to Mn, and in all honesty, Mn would say he’s a horny motherfucker who needs something, he’ll take the opportunity while he has it, cause he may not get anything for a long while if he doesn’t.

After dinner, they all changed and sat on the couch to watch a movie. The whole family doesn’t do this often but every once in a while they’ll have a movie night, just a couple films before bed, of course child friendly ones, last time they excluded Channie from a movie night, he pouted and fussed, wanting to spend time with the grown ups as well so whenever Channie falls asleep before all of them, they take that chance and watch more adult movies while the boy sleeps.

Tonight was a Channie night, Mn raising his hands and trying to defend himself as Hyuna lectured him for giving her son some of his caffeinated drink at dinner, the male laughing as Hyuna tried to wack him in the head before looking over to catch Channie who jump onto the couch and onto his uncles lap.

Hyuna sighs with a smile as Mn defends himself with the fact he had a child in his lap and couldn’t be hit. The woman crossing her arms before flopping onto the couch next to Mn who started giggling at his sister before looking a Channie and tickling his sides, making the boy giggle and squirm.

Han emerged matching with Mn, Red flannel pants and a hoodie with brown slippers on his feet instead of socks like Mn and Mn’s hoodie was a zipper, he was matching Seungmin more than Han. Han smiled at Mn before crouching down and sneaking over to them, taking advantage of Channie turned around to poke Mn’s cheek to sneak up and grab the boy, lifting the laughing boy into his arms before setting him down and tickling his sides and kissing the side of his face.

The toddler squeals with laughter as he tries to escape his fathers hold and Mn looks up to see the others have joined them, his smile dropping slightly as he looked away and back to Channie calling out for him to rescues him when Lina walked out.

Her hair was down, unlike the half pinup she was wearing earlier, she laughs when she noticed her and Hyuna wore similar night wear, both wearing silk shorts with lace on the hem around the leg holes, Hyuna wearing the matching tank top but Lina wore a soft light green shirt that almost looked like a sweater and almost too small to fit her body.

She walked over to the couch, Mn finding it suspicious as to why she sat next to him until he noticed Seungmin on the other side of her wearing sweatpants and a white tank top under a black zip up hoodie, his arms crossed as he slouched, man-spread as he looked up at his wife who began talking to him about something.

Mn looked down to realize she sat on his phone, he now realizes the phone in his loose pants pocket was Changbin’s, the teen pouting and glaring at his uncle cause he can’t have his phone during movie night.

It was innocent, Mn thought, nothing more than simply getting his phone. Without thinking, his left hand rested on her hip to push her over slightly as he retrieved his phone with his other hand.

Lina looked over, confused at the sudden feeling on her hip before noticing Mn grabbing his phone. Mn looked up and apologized, removing his hand once he had his phone back.

Mn was more than aware that he didn’t feel any underwear under the shorts. How could he have these thoughts in such a domestic family moment? He mentally slapped himself before setting his and Bin’s phone on the coffee table and leaning back, on arm on the back of the couch and the other wrapping around his sister who scolds Channie for bouncing on the couch, his smile returning to his face.

Channie managed to pick a movie that the adults actually tolerate and enjoy watching so they wouldn’t be bored the whole time.

A few minutes into the movie, Mn tilts his head back and looks at the thermostat, he thought the house was just warm but it’s pretty cool in the house. Maybe fleece pants were a bad idea.

He uses his unoccupied hand, the other being held by his sister, to unzip his hoodie, but he pauses. He sleeps shirtless so he thought just a hoodie would be okay for the movie before bed, but he’s really warm, ignoring the possibility that his sister his just a walking heater and proceeding to just unzip his hoodie, revealing a bare torso.

It’s kind of the norm for the others, the single male always walking around in the morning before work shirtless, but he feels a little different kind of heat when he subconsciously thinks back to earlier that night.

He’s suddenly aware, in the corner of his eye, of Lina trying to not look at him but he can see he eyes shifting over to him and she kept adjusting in her spot until she settles to sit with her knees up and her hands pressed between the joints, but Mn could see her thighs clenching.

He softly clears his throat, deciding to tease the woman who got bothered during a kids movie, it was amusing to Mn.

He looks back at the TV, shifting his arm slightly to move his hoodie sleeve slightly, claiming that he needed to cool off a little when Hyuna moved her head from his shoulder to ask why he was shifting so much.

The movement did cool him off but it revealed his bicep. With no effort, he simply lifts his arm to rest the back of his head into his palm, holding his head up to see the TV as he lazily flexed, looking from the corner of his eye to see Lina begin squirming again while trying to sit comfortably.

The whole movie, Mn would do normal, innocent movements but it set Lina off every time she glanced at him. She felt like she was soaking the couch when she glanced over at a point to see Mn man-spread, slouching on the couch with his forearm resting on his thigh as his hand dangerously close to his own crotch.

She snapped out of it when her glance lingered and she saw his other arm wrapped around his sister, the other’s eyes closed as she wrapped an arm around her brother and cuddled closer, Han muttering that she never cuddles him. She looked back to the TV, just wishing for the movie to end sooner rather than later so she can take care of the heat building inside her.

Lina laid in bed later that night, staring at her sleeping husband in the dark of their room with a soft glint in her eyes.

She loves Seungmin, don’t get her wrong, but she just needs a little more than he can give. Seungmin is gentle but a little too gentle for Lina’s sake, she swears he’s never hit that bundle inside her that pushes her over the edge, she wants that, even if it only happens once she’ll be okay with that.

She leans up, softly kissing Seungmin’s forehead before sliding out of bed carefully, her hair falling over her shoulder as she tiptoes out of her room, past Hyuna and Jisung’s room, and down the stairs before crossing the living room and going to Mn’s door.

She can’t tell if he’s awake or not, her nervousness getting the best of her as she steps back and goes to the kitchen instead, quickly getting a glass and filling it with water before almost chugging it down.

She’s told herself that she needs this, she’ll feel better, get the feeling she’s been craving but at the same time, she feels bad for doing this to Seungmin. Her head is telling her to back out but her body is saying otherwise.

A dull pulse builds in her core as she thought back, back to how she noticed just how fit Mn had kept himself, the light of the movie illuminating the curves of Mn’s body. Back to the start of the night, the way Mn held her like she wasn’t fine china, actually holding her as she melted into Mn's touch and let him take over.

She’s never felt this…submissive before. Her and Seungmin are usually vanilla which explains why Lina would want more, she’s tired of going slow.

Suddenly, a warm feeling encased her waist, building the bundle inside her as they squeeze her sides and pull her back. Her exposed neck is suddenly attacked with soft kisses and Lina realizes it in that moment. The warmth on her waist wasn’t her husband…

It was Mn…

She could feel it in his hands, in the way he held her, kissed her, and the now noticeable scent of fir from a pine tree, Mn's cologne.

“I thought you were coming to my room?” “How did you-“ “Heard your footsteps…” He mutters into her neck as he resists the urge to bite. He won’t bite unless Lina says too, he doesn’t want to leave marks on a canvas that wasn’t his.

“You okay? You know, we don’t have to do this…” Mn mumbles softly, pulling away to look Lina in her eye. “I’m sure. Seung is just too soft, I need more, Mn, please…” She replied softly as well. “How do you know I won’t be soft either?” Mn smiles. “I can tell in the way you hold me…you don’t hold me as if I’m made of glass…” “Well, cause you’re not. You are a strong…beautiful…confident…witty….amazing woman….” After each word, he kisses up her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they’re feather-like and barely there.

“Have you ever thought this way?” “Not until recently…I thought it would be wrong to compliment you that way since you were like a sister…as Seungmin is like a brother to me…” Lina turned in his hands, feeling guilty. “This…This isn’t weird? I can solve this problem on my own, if needed.” “Lina…it’s okay…in all honesty, I’m horny as fuck and hadn’t had a partner in months…Helping you kinda helps me…and you’re not bad looking…I mean it that you’re pretty, Noona.”

“Thank you, Mn.” She wraps her arms around his middle, her head turned to the side on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, brushing a hand through her soft hair and rubbing her back.

“Come on…” Mn pulls back, pulling Lina to his room then closing the door. He walks past her, sitting on his bed before gently guiding her to sit as well before pulling her onto his lap.

He knew she needed more then a gentle touch but he assumed she was still anxious about doing this behind Seungmin’s back.

“Can I take care of you, Noona? I won’t do anything without asking you…” “Yes…Please, Mn…Just don’t be gentle, I’m tired of gentle…” “Okay.”

He leans in, softly connecting their lips. His left hand sat comfortably on her waist and his right moved up to cradle her face.

She opens her mouth immediately and greedily takes what Mn gives as their tongues tangled once again, swapping spit as Lina shifts closer to the male.

They made out for a while before Lina whines, Mn can feel her hips shake under his hand and he pulls away. “Go ahead and grind, it’s okay.” His hands moved to her hips and squeezed, pulling her further up onto his lap then pulling her in so her core met Mn.

She gasps, wrapping her arms around Mn's neck as her hips stutter, starting to move on their own as she relaxes in Mn's hold. “There you go, Noona, feel good?” She hums out a noise of agreement before Mn holds her hips still. “Words, Noona.”

That.

That sparked something inside her as she looks up to meet Mn's gaze. His eyes had darkened with lust along with a glint of control. “Y-Yes.” “Good Girl, Noona.”

Oh.

She whines, proceeding to move when Mn's grip loosened and moved under her sweater, over her toned stomach before going higher a toying with the band of her bra.

Lina wasn’t a small woman, she was pretty big. Mn's hands moved the bra out of the way and cups both breasts in his hands, fitting perfectly in his palm. He looks up at Lina, gauging her reactions as he lifts up her sweater without looking away from her.

Her hips had picked up speed and her moans becoming more defined from whimpers and sighs, still aware that she needs to be quiet.

She helps Mn take of her sweater and bra, which Mn managed to get open with one hand before tossing the garment aside, and she wraps her arms back around Mn.

She notices he put his hoodie back on but Lina didn’t like that, taking the zipper as she slowed down her movements to drag the zipper down then move the hoodie out of the way.

He hand landed on Mn's stomach, her eyes tracing his soft abs and his v-lines before she lifts a finger and drags it through the valley’s between the muscles. Mn released a breathy moan when a stuttery jolt from Lina rubbed against him in a particular way that had him twitch under her.

Mn wrapped his arms around her suddenly and flipped them, laying Lina on her back before kissing a path starting at her neck and moving the the valley between her tits, stopping for a moment to softly bite at them then lick them, before closing his lips around her right nipple and sucking.

She muffles her noise of shock and pleasure with the back of her hand, jolting when Mn's teeth grazed over the bud before he pulled away and went to the other.

He pulled off a moment later, smiling when he saw how disheveled Lina looked before squeezing her tits again. “These tits should be full of milk, y’know? You’d make a wonderful mother, Noona.” She shushes him, arching her chest into Mn's face as she mumbled. “Less talk, please, I want more, Mn, please.” She softly begged and Mn smiled, leaving a lingering kiss to the soft skin of her breast before moving down, continuing the path and stopping at the waist band of her shorts.

“You sure you still want to continue?” “Are you really asking that when you just sucked my tits?” “Just wanted to make sure.” Mn said with a half smile, half smirk as he slowly removed her shorts.

Lina kept her knees closed when he tosses the clothing away, Mn turns back to her after making sure the clothing was in reach for after and raises an eyebrow at her.

“Why you hiding, pretty thing? Come on, let me see.” The smile on his face made Lina shy as she looked away and slowly dropped her knees. “Fuck…” Mn exhales as he saw that Lina in fact wasn’t wearing anything under her shorts, he didn’t notice it in the fabric but she was soaked.

A scoots closer, his knees going under her spread thighs as he admired her. His hand moved to her knee before gently sliding down her thigh, which shook under his touch, before reaching her center and resting his hand above where she need touched so his thumb could comfortably and easily reach her clit.

The moment he rubbed his thumb through her folds and to her clit to rub gentle circles, Lina’s back arched as she grabbed onto his sheets and his wrist as the sensation that shot through her had her eyes flutter shut.

Biting her lip, she muffles her whines and moans as her hips move to practically grind into Mn’s hand. “That feel good, Noona.” She nods her head the best she could before stuttering put her answer. “Good Noona.” Mn said, his deep, lust covered voice had Lina whimpering as she tried to reach her high.

“Oh, you like that name? Or is it my voice~” he asked, his voice almost purring as the pattern he was drawing into the woman’s clit got more jagged, he wanted to see her fall apart in his hands. He moves to lay on his stomach, Lina gasping in anticipation before she’s moaning into the back of her hand, Mn removed his thumb from her to flatten his tongue and slowly lick from her entrance to her clit, her back arching at the sensation as she struggles to hold her noises.

His thumb returned to make sharp circles as he pushed her right thigh up, her left being held open by Mn’s right arm. He pulled his hand away again for a moment to remove his hoodie with a small amount of struggle before tossing it away, his tongue never leaving her core.

She started to jolt more aggressively, reaching down to grip his hair and pull him closer. “Mn…Don’t stop, please…” she pants, gasping when Mn got his left hand under himself and slowly inserted his middle finger into her, her slick making it easy to quickly put his middle and ring finger inside her, trying his darnedest to find the spot inside her that hopefully only he will be able to reach.

He may sound selfish but the thought of being the only one to reach the special spot inside her raised his ego as he readjusts. Sitting up, Lina’s juices on his chin as he pulls his hand out, switching it for his other hand and carefully inserting his fingers of his other hand into her and pumping at a quick pace as his thumb resumes its sharp movements.

“Mn! Ah, please, please!” “What are you begging for, sweets? Let go, it’s okay.” “N-No, d-deeper…ngh~ deeper, y-you feel so close.” She squirms, trying to push herself further. Mn pushes his fingers further in, curling his fingers in different spots as he tries to find the untouched spot inside her. “Wait! Right- Hng~ There, shit!” She breathlessly cries out as Mn smirks, proceeding to pump his fingers into her quicker and abuse that spot within her.

Mn removed his thumb, just using his fingers and Lina whines, going to continue where Mn left but Mn held her hand, a comfort feeling suddenly washed over her as she looked into the males eyes. “No touch. This orgasm will be way better, I promise.” He said, still moving his fingers inside of her.

A hard push of his finger tips and a rough thrust of his fingers and Lina is cumming, her soft walls clenching around Mn's fingers as she screams into the back of her hand again and her head is thrown back.

Mn's thumb returns to gently ride her through her high, gentle circles as her body shakes and her grip on Mn's hand starts to relax. “You okay, Lina?” She hums, chest heaving as she catches her breath, almost falling asleep. “Lina~ If you fall asleep now, you won’t get more~” Teasing is laced in his voice as he kissed her hips and stomach, distracting her as he pulls out his fingers.

“Lina~” He drags out, kissing her neck and jaw as she hums. “You with me?” Another hum, she nods her head and Mn chuckles. “You sure?” She wraps her arms around Mn's neck and brings him down to her chest. He giggles, deciding to lay with her for a moment as he raises his left hand to place it on the breast in front of him, just holding it with the occasional squeeze, they just felt so nice. Even the one his head is laying on.

Lina’s hand rakes through Mn's messy locks. The male raises his left leg to be under Lina’s leg, his clothed dick was so close to Lina, barely pushing onto her until he shifts again in discomfort and his painful hard on presses into her and she whines, her body restarting quickly as she feels how big and how hard Mn was.

She lifted him up by his hair, the sting in Mn's scalp throwing him off as he abruptly sat up and Lina pushed him onto his back.

She now dubbed it as her turn to kiss all over his body, starting at his pecks as she throws a leg over Mn's lap. She moves down slowly, kissing every muscle. “Can I mark you, Mn? For you, it won’t be suspicious.” “It might be since I haven’t had anyone in months and everyone here knows I’m single…” Lina pouts, wanting desperately to mark Mn's smooth, sculpted skin. “Don’t pout, Noona, I was holding myself back as well. You have no fucking idea how badly I wish I could leave bites and marks on your tits.”

She laughs, enjoying Mn's boldness as she moves her whole body down, kissing above his waist band then his v-line. Leaning up, she pulls the waist band, snapping it to make Mn jump and hiss before pulling his pants down with a laugh at his reaction that was cut off as she saw his size. Mn hissing as the cold air met his painful erection, it throbbing on his stomach as he moves his leg to give Lina more room.

It’s embarrassing to say but Mn was bigger then her husband, a good amount of birth and indeed longer then Seungmin as well. The tip was angry and dipping pre-cum.

She places her right hand at the base to hold it as she left soft kisses along his shaft, the male sighing blissfully as he throws his head back onto the pillow beneath him.

When she reaches the tip, she kitten licks at the dripping pre release, humming at the taste before wrapping her lips around the tip and circling her tongue around it. “Ah…Shit…” Mn sighs, she’s barely done anything and he’s already gone, hips bucking to try and go further into her mouth. “Someone’s impatient.” She laughs. “I haven’t had this in fucking forever, I may be a little sensitive and needy.” “I can tell by how swollen you are.” Her hand wraps around him and she does an experimental stroke from base to tip, closing her hand into a tight fist when she reaches the tip.

Mn moans, moving his arm so he could either bite his forearm or muffle his noises with it.

“Fuck, that was hot…” Lina mutters. “W-What?” “That moan…He isn’t really vocal.” Mn knew what she meant and smiled. “Well, if you like it, keep going.” “It’s cute you like to let your partner know you’re enjoying yourself.” “Oh, shut u-up, fuck, ha~ You fucking menace, ngh~” Lina took more of Mn into her mouth mid sentence, trying to take all of him in, his tip immediately hit the back of her throat, triggering her reflex slightly but she still had a full hand size left. Her hand size anyway.

She relaxes, her body leaning into Mn's left leg as her throat relaxes and she breaths through her nose, slowly taking the rest of Mn's length down her throat until she’s settled at his base, her nose touching his smooth pelvis.

“Ugh, Noona- Shit, I can’t-“ His chest heaves as his head fall back onto the pillow from pleasure shooting up his spin and all over his body. He could feel Lina chuckle as she slowly bobbed her head, constricting her throat around his tip and moving her tongue along any vein she found.

Mn pushed down the waistband of his pants, Lina understand as she pulls them down, still swallowing around his tip as Mn moves his leg to bed his right knee, he wanted to throat fuck her so bad, the urge growing stronger.

Lina thinks she got the gist, lazily bunching her hair into a pony tail, Mn helping her and twisting it in his hand. Mn almost came at that point when she moved her hands behind her back, hopefully signifying that he could go all out.

“Can I, Noona? Can I use your throat, please?” He begged, she lifted up her top half, gasping as she took in a gulp of air. “Why are you begging? Go ahead.” She used his own sentence against him and took him back into her mouth, he hands leaving her back and going to hold herself up as Mn went all out, whimpering and gasping, his tip being constructed by her throat felt so good.

A few more harsh, shallow thrusts and he mewls, pulling Lina off him as he sighs and tightly grips the base of his dick. “Did you just…edge yourself?” Mn whines, letting go of himself as he pulls Lina up and onto his lap. He pulls her down for a kiss, Lina expected his tongue to take over her mouth but he softly licked into her mouth, whining softly before pulling away. “You…You okay?” Lina asked as her hair fell over her shoulder, her hand holding herself up on Mn's chest as he caught his breath.

She leans up too much and her folds rub against his weeping cock and he chokes on a moan, mumbling a name Lina didn’t think Mn was into. The start of this interaction, she thought Mn liked or even preferred to be in charge but this made her rethink her thoughts about Mn.

“What?” Mn sighs, refusing to answer her cause he got so far with his other side, he can’t switch now but he can’t help it when Lina is so…beautiful. Her hips, her legs, her breasts, everything about her.

Lina grinds down into Mn again suddenly, his hands flying to her waist as his struggles with his words. “Mo- L-Lina, Noona, please?” She did it again slowly, lifting up slightly and taking him in her hand to line his tip up with her entrance before only sinking onto the tip.

“N-Noona, ah~ Mo-Noona, please.” Mn suddenly starts begging, Lina ignores them as she’s caught up on one word he won’t let slip. She thinks she know what word he wants to use and it makes a new coil heat up in her.

And she thought him calling her Noona was enough to make her wet.

“Come on, Mn, I know you want to say it. You can say it, honey, I don’t mind.” Mn looks up at her, his eyes now glossy when he hears the confirmation. “It’s flattering really, you can say it, baby.” She sinks further down and Mn snaps. “Mommy, please sit on my dick, please! Please, it hurts, please…Please…” His begs die down to a whisper as he grips Lina’s hips.

“Aw, you’re so sweet. Switch?” Mn nods, licking his suddenly dry lips as he looks up at Lina. She moves to hold Mn's hands which still grip her sides, even with her holding them. “Only ever took you as a dom, to be honest. This Mn is cute, too.” “I-I like being sir and baby boy but could n-never be b-both.” He let out, spilling a severer he’s never even told his past girlfriends. Lina coos, sinking halfway onto his shaft. She’s teasing him but also adjusting, his size a comfortable stretch and he’s reaching deeper with each movement.

“It’s okay, Mn .” “C-Can sir pull you down, please?” Lina loved how he referred to himself as his dom title and nods, Mn pulling her all the way down and they both moan behind bitten lips and Lina sighs at the feeling of being filled.

Lina felt tight but so warm, Mn's brain stop functioning as Lina began to rock back and forth before lifting herself up and back down, huffing a breath at the fill again before she picks up speed, squealing when with each fall his tip found the sensitive nub inside her.

Mn untangles his right hand from Lina’s to raise it to his mouth to muffle his noises, Lina found a whimpering male was really attractive as her wall clenched and he whimpers again, throwing his head back as he bites the back of his hand.

She places her unoccupied hand on his chest, her nails scratching his chest as her legs grew weak. “C-Can I take over, Noona? Can sir help mommy?” She huffs with a small smile and nods. Mn removed his other hand from her and carefully sat up as well as holding Lina as he scoots back to lean against his headboard. He then wraps his right arm over her shoulder so his hand holds her shoulder, the arm alone holding her close to him, her tits pressed against his chest. His other arm wrapping around her lower back as that arm held their centers closer.

Mn is somehow pushed further into Lina, the woman sighing and wrapping her arms around his back and shoulder, burying her face into his neck.

He resumes immediately at a quick pace, fucking up into her with deep and sharp, quick thrusts. Lina’s jaw drops, her noises silent as Mn hits all the right places that her husband could sadly never reach. Her walls tighten around Mn as he manages to go faster and deeper. A few times he stops, pushing into Lina all the away before thrusting shallowly.

The constant pattern of thrusts had the coils in their cores build up so much to the point Mn's pattern broke, his hips stuttered as his noises are contained by Lina’s shoulder. Lina isn’t any better, her nails absolutely ruin his back as she cusses and moans into Mn's neck.

“F-Fuck, N-Noona, I’m gonna cum, hng~ shit.” Mn slows down but not to much to ruin their incoming highs as he lets go of Lina to push her back. His hand moves to one breast and his mouth to another, pinching one nipple while sucking and licking the other.

His left hand glides over her waist, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach before sliding down to quickly move in a figure eight, helping Lina reach the edge before him. “Fuck, Mn , don’t stop, shit…oh, fuck…” with a few more flicks and thrusts, Lina’s coil snapped, cumming on Mn's cock as well as squirting all over his abdomen and thighs.

Mn doesn’t want to stop but doesn’t want to overstimulate Lina. He slows down, wanting to go slow so she can ride out her high but Lina stops him, telling him to finish. His pace picks up again as he leans forward to kiss her, his hands reaching around to her ass, feeling the soft skin before grabbing it and thrusting into her again quickly, Lina purposefully clenching around him to get him to the edge.

She reaches up and buries her hand into his hair before gripping the locks and pulling. Mn whines into the kiss, his hips stuttering again and pressure building up in Lina again as he pulls back, letting his head fall back as he lets out a meek “Fuck…” and a whine before burying his face in Lina’s shoulder and stopping his hips to bury himself deep into Lina as he finally released. He could feel Lina clenching, reaching down again to rub her clit quickly as she came again a moment later, a silent scream escaping her as her third orgasm shakes her entire form, her warm walls milk Mn as he continues to cum inside her.

After a moment, Lina’s body relaxes and Mn throws his head back. They sit there for a moment, catching their breath and letting the euphoria wash over them. Mn's room was now warm and smelled of sweat, the air feeling sticky as he reaches up to wipe the sweat of his forehead and move his hair out of his eyes.

Placing a hand on the back of her neck, he rubs his thumb under her ear before muttering at a whisper. “Lina?” She hums, content with curling up in Mn's arms like this. “As comfy as this is right now, I’m afraid you have to go back…” This time she whines, trying to curl further into Mn. “Lina, you know he’ll ask why you were in bed when he woke up…” “I can just say I woke up early…” “It’s now…three twenty five in the morning, you still think you can get up early to leave my room if you stay with me?” “I probably won’t…”

Mn sighs, thinking of the best way to not bother Lina but still pull his softened dick out of her so he can clean them up and put themselves back in order before deciding what to do.

He unfortunately has to go with the option that Lina won’t like, rolling them over he gently pulls away from Lina. “No, don’t go…” “I need to clean us up, Noona.” She huffs but opens her eyes and moves to her elbows. “I at least want to see the mess we made…” She mutters, Mn leaning back on his heels as he slowly pulls out, Lina moaning at that feeling and whining at the empty feeling, his dick coated in their releases as he watches his cum drip out of Lina.

He leans over to his nightstand, grabbing wipes from the drawer before leaning back and gently cleaning Lina, wiping his cum away and teasing Lina by using a finger to scoop some up and push it back into her before laughing when Lina smacked his shoulder, continuing to wipe the mess away.

Lina insisted to help Mn, she wiped her juices of his abs and pelvis but didn’t touch his dick. She instead took him into her mouth, tongue swirling everywhere it could reach before she pulled off and licked up the rest. When she finished, she sat up and held Mn's chin, bringing him towards her as she took over his mouth this time, swallowing the mewl he released as she mixed their spit and cum together, Mn melting in her hold as he didn’t put up a fight, enjoying the fact that his mouth is the one being dominated instead of him dominating someone else.

Lina pulled back, giggling at his expression before slowly getting out of his bed, her legs shaking as she puts on her clothes again and throws Mn his pants. “W-Wait…C-Can you mark…my thigh…” He shyly asks, realizing that’s a spot no one in the house can see and question on how he got it. “Of course.” She gets on her knees, her cleavage on display that Mn stares at before gasping as Lina bit marks into his legs, leaving plenty that would probably have Mn's subby side blush and boost his dom sides ego.

“I wish I could mark you, Noona…You tasted so sweet…” “Aw…I wish you could mark me too.” “Really?” “Yeah, those canines look like they would feel good biting into me.” Mn whines and falls back onto his bed. “I know what we did is wrong and we can’t tell anybody but I’d do anything to mark you. Is there really nowhere Seungmin goes or will notice?” He asks, sitting up as Lina put her sweater shirt back on before pulling her closer, wrapping his arms around her thighs and setting his chin on her stomach.

He’s well aware that he’s nude and she’s fully dressed but all he cares about is wanting to mark her skin. “He doesn’t mark me…he’ll find it suspicious the moment he sees it.” She tries to think, really wanting to grant Mn's desires and also wanting to feel him bite her. “Would it be okay if I marked you during…Your next cycle? You don’t do anything with him during that right?” He proposes and Lina smiles. “We don’t.” Mn's eyes brighten up as he pulls her impossibly closer. “Promise sir that he can mark your tits during that time, please?” Lina giggles, combing his hair off his fore head. “Please what, sir?” “Please, mommy, please promise sir can mark you on your next cycle.” “I was looking for a ‘Noona’ but that works too. I promise I’ll let you mark me.”

Mn stands up, kissing Lina softly as he took her hand into his. Pulling away, he hesitates, moving some of her hair behind her ear. “C-Can we do this again? Like every time we’re left at home alone? I-I know it’s wrong but I want to pleasure you, Noona…I want to help you in times that Seungmin isn’t enough…” “Of course we can, sweetie. It’ll be okay.”

Lina leaves one more lingering kiss to his lips before stepping back and over to the door, opening it gently before slipping out and turning back around to close the door. “Good Night, Mn …” “Night, Noona…” His door closes and he can hear her walk away, flopping back onto his bed before sitting up to get boxers, feeling extra exposed in his own room when his dick bounced when he fell onto his bed.

He pulls his pj pants back up then gets under his covers, surprised his top blanket isn’t dirtier then he expected and closes his eyes.

A moment later they shot back open with realization.

How could he do such a thing to Seungmin?

And did Lina really want to continue this escapade?

Is it wrong that my own fic got me hard?

Anyway, I really like how this turned out, I literally spent all day on it which rarely happens when I write something…

Also, did you notice that I didn’t mention Yongbok…🫢😏

N E WAY, If there’s any tags I missed and didn’t list in my warning section, please let me know. I still don’t know the…terms? for some of the things I wrote and I’m not 100% sure what I should list in general while writing this stuff…I mean, my series has lack of warnings cause I didn’t know what to put besides the basic and obvious things I wrote about.

Another thanks to the bloggers I tagged at the start.

Also, I want to say that I’m honored that “More than group mates” was Totalanonymous’s first smut and I wish I could tag them but I can’t. They loved Kai’s shyness and Chan’s boldness but that dynamic came out that way in the writing cause, I mean, Kai was literally having a threesome with his biases, he was a bit hesitant and mentally he was freaking out.

and i may or may not be projecting my own thoughts into the writing so the shyness is actually what I’d probably do in that situation 🫢🫣

[thelampisaflashlight]

This Temple

[Mountain reflects on the past, and Dew sees dead people. No, like, really.] Below the cut.

The abbey's library had not always been a quiet, introspective place of learning, no.

Indeed, some centuries ago, before the church made its home there, Mountain had seen, personally, the state of the building at the time... and it was far from the pretty, ornate temple of knowledge it was today.

He can recall the day one of the monks who summoned him dragged him here.

Showed him the stains on the earth where blood penetrated the very stone beneath their feet, and asked him, half mad with guilt and shame, if he could erase it.

The answer then, and still, was no.

He could pull the iron from the rock, but he could never cleanse the darkness that cultivated itself within.

And Mountain had watched.

Given a solemn vigil.

As the monk painstakingly carved and crafted the ornate carvings on the walls out of hearty wood, and knelt on the stone, arranging tile after tile to make the intricate mosaic that decorates the floor to this day.

Worn in places where people roamed, unaware of the sins hidden just inches below their feet.

But Mountain can feel it intimately, like a whisper against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine every time he steps through the threshold.

He avoids the library for the most part because of it, but sometimes it's unavoidable.

Bowing his head to step through the doorway -his horns would brush the transom if he did not- Mountain's gaze sweeps across the room, searching high and low.

And then he sees him.

Sat in a plush armchair, head bowed over a yellowed copy of Dracula, is Dew.

His cheek is resting in his hand while he reads, clever eyes moving subtly across the page, never looking away or acknowledging the giant standing in the doorway.

It may seem strange to find the ghoul there, fire and libraries don't mix well, but Dew had vowed long ago, sworn up and down like his very life depended on it, that he would never destroy this place.

But, then again, it also makes perfect sense that this room would be made his temple.

Fire, across many cultures and beliefs, represents wisdom and knowledge, and, above all else, passion.

And Dew was quite passionate about his books.

He was a voracious sort, and reading sustained and occupied him better than anything else the human world had to offer.

The church lucked out in that sense, Mountain supposes, having seen the destruction and chaos an under-stimulated ghoul could cause.

His approach is careful, but the floor creaks beneath him regardless.

Dew lifts his head, groaning slightly as he feels the ache in his neck and shoulders from being folded in place for what was undoubtedly hours now.

Mountain gives an amused hum as the ghoul yawns and stretches, watching his tail snake between the pages of his book to keep his place.

"Need something?" he asks, sitting up straight.

"Mn, I was just wondering where you were." Mountain says, leaning against a nearby reading desk, "I hadn't seen you all day, so I was curious."

Dew sets his book aside, "You don't come in here that often."

Mountain nods, "Not my... aesthetic, I guess. A bit stuffy for my tastes."

"People might argue you belong in here more than I do." Dew inhales softly, relaxing back in his chair, he's more relaxed than Mountain has seen him in quite some time.

"You seen rather at home here yourself." Mountain comments, "I don't get how you can be so comfortable in a place like this..."

Dew leans his head back, closing his eyes.

"It's quite easy once you get used to all of the noise." he remarks, making Mountain give pause and listen for a moment before he hears Dew's gentle laughter filling his ears.

"I'm kidding, of course... This place is surprisingly quiet for what it is..." he sighs, stretching once more like a lazy cat before standing, picking his book up off the side table he'd placed it on and motioning for Mountain to follow him.

"What it used to be anyway."

Trailing after him, Mountain wonders aloud, "How much do you know about the abbey's history, the library's?"

Dew looks back at him as they step out into the hallway, "Do you know where I go when I'm dreaming?"

Mountain stills.

"When you're dreaming?"

Dew nods, "When I sit up in the middle of the night and leave my side of the room... do you know where I go?"

When Mountain doesn't immediately answer, Dew gestures behind them, the implications obvious.

"Why?"

"I see them, Mounty." he says, carrying on down the hallway, "Like they're still here."

"...The monks?" Mountain asks, his mouth feeling a little dry.

"The nuns."

Ah.

Another dark part of the abbey's history.

One Mountain was not personally there to witness, but was nonetheless aware of.

Dew traces his fingers along the wooden molding along the wall.

"I follow them around, like I'm the ghost and they're alive." he whispers, "I talk to them, and they acknowledge me and smile, and it's weird."

"Dreams tend to be a little weird, Honeydew." Mountain reassures him, settling a large hand on his shoulder.

Dew looks up at him, "Mn. I guess, but you want to know the weirdest part?"

Mountain squeezes his shoulder gently.

"When I come here when I'm awake, it's like I'm surrounded by them." he says, "Like I am expected, like they want me there. Like I'm supposed to be there, like it's 'our' place."

"...I don't really get it." Dew adds, "But when Omega brought me here the first time, it just made sense."

"I suppose there are stranger places to feel welcome." Mountain says, at a bit of a loss.

"True enough."

The walk back to the dorms is a quiet one, but as soon as the door to the common room swings open, the mood shifts and Dew seems to visibly change.

From contemplative and withdrawn to bright and chaotic with a swiftness that almost gives Mountain whiplash to see.

He's so out of it in that moment that he forgets to lower his head and-

THUNK.

"Motherfucker-"

Dew laughs watching Mountain rub the base of his horns, "Forget to duck, big guy?"

"At least I can reach the top of the door frame." he quips, making Dew hiss.

"Rude!"

[lwjsbedtime]

Envouté par un désir étrange - Chapter 5 preview

!!Minor mention of death in childbirth

Eventually - too swiftly; not swift enough - the palanquin was lowered back to the ground, and a hand reached through the beading to take his own. With no outward hesitation, Lan Wangji took it, finding that one of his maids had come ahead to assist with disembarking from the litter.

“Isn’t it exciting, master?” she whispered, low enough that the guards wouldn’t hear. “Not about the prince of course - terrible business. But everyone’s wondered about Golden Sun Pavilion since the emperor ordered renovations on it! To think we’ll be the first to see them!”

The girl’s excitement was palpable; in the face of it, Lan Wangji felt something akin to a stone settle in the pit of his stomach.

“Wen Ruohan intends to take an empress?” he asked, something within him curling with unease.

The maid shook her head, glancing quickly to the guards around them before murmuring, “Not yet, Concubine Lan. I’ve heard he’s fallen in love with one of his chancellor’s daughters, and wanted to impress them, but, the crown prince...”

She trailed off awkwardly, looking to Lan Wangji with regret.

He thought he should scold her for gossiping - for disrespecting the dead; for making light of his husband’s passing - but couldn't quite bring himself to do so. The only news he received in Nightless City were the snippets of truth he gleaned from listening to his maids’ tales. If he admonished them too harshly they’d stop speaking freely around him, and he’d be left in the dark entirely.

Every fibre of Lan Wangji’s being objected to the very idea of compromising on his clan’s values - the last thing he had left of them in the world. But as the precepts stated ‘better to be bent bamboo than a snapped stalk’. Though it bothered him to stray so far from his principles, given the choice, he would rather be informed than obedient. If necessary, he could punish himself for his failings later.

Thinking of this, Lan Wangji nodded.

“Do not speak of the matter to anyone else,” he warned. “The emperor punishes loose tongues.”

The girl bowed her head.

“Yes, master,” she replied, dipping into a curtsy. “I spoke out of turn. Forgive me.”

“Mn.” Lan Wangji gestured for her to rise. “Nevertheless, I am glad to be informed. Thank you.”

The maid smiled at having pleased her master, and slipped to the side to open a wide parasol over Lan Wangji’s head, as one of the emperor’s guard broke from the rest to escort them into the pavilion. Together, they followed the man in silence as he led them through imposing, winged gates of stone, into a grand, sprawling garden.

Golden Sun Pavilion’s grounds were quite unlike anything Lan Wangji had ever seen within the bounds of occupied land before. At least triple the size of his previous courtyard, the verdant outer garden grew lush with exotic blooms and fruiting trees. Indeed, the entire premises were striking: gleaming marble walkways cut through an expanse of emerald grass - evergreen despite the dry season. The walkways trailed off in all directions, like white-scaled snakes slithering towards secret alcoves hidden amongst a veritable forest of plant life. From where he walked along the main path, Lan Wangji couldn’t see any end to it. Any walls hedging in the garden may as well have not existed, for all they could be spied beyond copses of ancient, towering trees, their branches dripping with downpourings of creeping foliage.

All in all, Lan Wangji thought his surroundings bore more in common with a wild wood than the strictly maintained courtyards and manicured parks to which he’d grown accustomed. Even the air in the pavilion’s grounds was different - lighter, richer, and notably free from the lingering resentment that suffocated all else he’d seen of Qishan. Lan Wangji allowed himself to inhale deeply of it, relishing the sting in his chest as his lungs drank greedily from his surrounds. For the first time in a long time, it felt safe to breathe.

In fact, the air was so sweet that Lan Wangji passingly wondered if he’d been spirited away from the emperor’s palace to another realm. He hadn’t of course. Wen Ruohan lurked in wait somewhere just beyond Golden Sun Pavilion’s grandiose grounds, an unseen spectre haunting the recesses of Lan Wangji’s mind, reminding him of the precariousness of his situation. Every step forward was as if taken upon a knife’s edge, something dark in the back of his mind urging him to heed his actions, or he would live to regret; the niggling impression that there was something far more sinister in the making here than the mere relocation of a master-less concubine.

Though he worked not to show it, Lan Wangji was deeply unsettled to hear that the empress’ residence had been put under construction. He’d been wary enough leaving his bridal chamber that morning, but even more so after hearing his maid’s explanation for the renovations. Nothing of the emperor’s disposition aligned with what he’d been told. Even on the surface layer, he had doubts Wen Ruohan could be interested enough in another human to wish to impress them, much less offer them his main wife's residence after so many years of pretending it didn’t exist.

To his - admittedly paltry - knowledge, no one had been granted the right to walk Golden Sun Pavilion’s halls since the previous empress succumbed to the perils of childbirth, over twenty years prior. Lan Wangji’s late husband had been carved screaming from the woman’s dying womb, and soon after she’d turned pale from blood loss. Not a kè later, she was dead.

Though it was rumoured he’d treated the empress with apathy while she lived, Wen Ruohan had never taken another consort, nor elevated any woman to such heights of status in the years following. Indeed, he seemed quite content to allow the empress' existence to fade from history. After removing her body for burial, the pavilion had been sealed off, left to fall into disrepair. As such, Lan Wangji found it hard to believe Wen Ruohan’s sudden interest in the state of the empress' residence had anything to do with a supposed mistress. The emperor could - and frequently did - claim any girl who caught his fancy, without anyone else involved being able to deny him. He had no incentive to pursue even the most decorated of his general’s daughters as a common man, much less that of a chancellor.

At that moment, the sun broke from behind the smattering of clouds that floated lazily in the mid-morning sky, causing Lan Wangji to squint against its light. Wen Ruohan had a warlord’s disposition. He took what he wanted, resorting to cunning only when brute force failed to grant him adequate amusement. However, that wasn’t to say the emperor was a foolish man, nor one trifled with lightly. Wen Ruohan was many - cruel, horrible, terrific - things, but never could he be described as simple.

Indeed, if there was one thing Lan Wangji had learned, throughout months of banquets, and hunts, and other social gatherings punctuated with the screams of Wen Ruohan’s favoured forms of entertainment, it was this: rarely were the emperor’s actions truly coincidental - he hadn’t conquered forty territories over the past decade alone without forethought. He hadn’t conquered them with kindness, either.

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WRH probably: At last, I begin my seduction!

LWJ: *sweats nervously*

[solartranslations]

AF2 Dante Chapter 5 (12/23): Charlagician

After splitting with Liberta, she and Dante head towards the ruins of Casa Bianca…

~*Scene: Casa Bianca*~

Felicita: I can’t believe there’s a road here…

Dante: It was well hidden. I didn’t even know it was here before

Dante: ……Guh

Felicita: Dante…are you okay?

Dante: Ah, sorry. I just keep causing you to worry

Felicita: I’m alright. But if you’re in pain, I want you to tell me

Dante: …It’s hard to believe how much this place has changed in just a few years

Felicita: Nord is different than you remember?

Dante: Yes. …And I feel regret

Felicita: Regret…?

Dante: I keep wondering if I could have protected my homeland while in Regalo

Dante: If I could have helped without relying on some special power…

Dante: Go ahead and laugh at my naivity since I still haven’t given up on it

Felicita: ……

Dante: The Tarocco’s power is corrupt, and anything gained from it is the same

Dante: Perhaps if I had stolen it from Arcana Famiglia in the past, this would never have happened

Felicita: …I wonder if it would have

Dante: Hm…maybe. But then Regalo would have been occupied by invaders

Dante: This is the only thing that could result from a half-hearted decision

Dante: But as long as the Tarocco exists, someone will try to use it

Felicita: The Tarocco holds great power…

Dante: Yes, and I know it has the potential to save people

Dante: But, those saved by it will eventually be harmed by it too…

Dante: Even if it can save someone…I no longer want to use “The Emperor”

Felicita: …I…

Felicita: I was raised to keep quiet about the thoughts I saw with my powers…

Felicita: That could be considered harm. But I don’t think that’s all of it

Felicita: I understand how you feel, so I won’t push it…

Dante: You are…certainly storng

Felicita: No, that’s just what I’ve been told…

(*stops) Dante: Mn…

Dante: Vir stopped

(*creak)

Dante: …Let’s go

~*Scene: Casa Bianca Vault*~

Felicita: It’s…full of treasure? And…is that a portrait of Agata?

Vir: …Welcome to Nord

Felicita: !

Dante: …You noticed us

Vir: Yes. I was waiting for it to be just us

Felicita: What are you…?

Vir: I am a mere merchant. But…

Vir: I am called a “charlagician” by a rather rude friend of mine

Felicita: That’s…!

Dante: You’re…an alchemist?

Vir: …My flames are not the one your alchemists use. I am both a merchant…and a magician

Vir: Ash is like me, in a way

Felicita: Guh…!

Dante: Ojou-san, this way…!

(*reach) Dante: Vir is doing this because he know our every move

Felicita: Yeah

>Should I use my powers?

>What do we do?

Dante: I haven’t even said anything yet. Impressive

Felicita: I know since we’re always together

Dante: Well… that does make me happy

Dante: It pains me to ask, but…

Felicita: Hiding it isn’t like you. Just tell me

Dante: I’d like you to look into Vir’s heart to see what he’s planning

Dante: I know you’re trying your best not to use your powers

Felicita: It’s fine. If that’s what you want, I’ll do it

Vir: …You’ll use your powers on me?

Felicita: ……

Vir: I advise against it, “Gli Amanti”. Using your powers on me will result in punishment

Felicita: (Why…does he know about Gli Amanti?)

Felicita: …What does that mean? Is that a threat?

Dante: Wait, Ojou-san. He knows about the Tarocco

Dante: …More than he should

Felicita: Huh…

Vir: Hmph. Why don’t you see for yourself?

>Hesitate

(No Amore)

>Use my powers

(+10 Amore)

Felicita: …

Vir: If you’re not sure, then forget it, Gli Amanti

Felcita: No… I’ll use my powers for Dante

Felicita: Threats don’t scare me

Dante: I know I was the one who asked…

Dante: But considering that, it might be better if you didn’t

Felicita: Don’t worry, Dante

Vir: Haha…so you’ll use them

Dante: Wait…!

Felicita: Dante!

Dante: Don’t worry, Ojou-san. Offense is the best defense

Dante: Atlantico Vortici…you will obey me

Felicita: …!

Dante: Gwah…!

Felicita: …!

Dante: Gah…ah…ahh…!

Felicita: Dante!

Felicita: Dante!? What happened? Are you okay!?

Felicita: Dante…!!

Dante: *panting*…Ojou-san…?

Felicita: Dante, is that you? No, it is…but, you’re so young…

Felicita: I remember… This is how you looked like when you played with me before…

Dante: Ugh…

Felicita: Dante, are you in pain? Hang in there…!

Vir: Ah, so his age regressed

Felicita: Stay back…!

Vir: Don’t worry, I won’t do anything

Vir: How sweet of you to try and shield him

Felicita: What did you do to Dante?

Vir: Nothing at all. In fact, he did it to himself

Felicita: To himself…?

Vir: Correct. And I never did answer your question about what I am

Felicita: What…?

Vir: My name is Vir

Felicita: I know that

Vir: Don’t be so impatient. I’m Vir Ingeniosus, the creator of the Tarocco

Felicita: You created the Tarocco…!?

Vir: Yes. And the power of the Tarocco is ineffective against me

Vir: The Tarocco cannot turn against their creator

Vir: Attacking me is the same as attacking themselves

Felicita: Then…!

Vir: Which is why he did it to himself

Felicita: So Dante took his own attack…

Vir: “The Emperor” has the power of brainwashing, which can take the experiences and free-will of others

Vir: Using it too much will consume the host’s experience. Which regressed Dante’s physical age, as you can see

Felicita: This is his compensation for trying to attack you?

Vir: “Compensation”…? No, this is a punishment

Vir: Though, isn’t this convenient when he has a young lover like you? But, I’d be careful

Vir: You’re the one I’m after, La Ruota della Fortuna

Felicita: !?

Vir: Dante may have to use his powers more in order to protect you

Vir: How many years did you pay with then, Dante? Next time, perhaps you’ll undo your own birth

Felicita: I won’t let that happen

Vir: Oh?

Felicita: I’ll protect Dante!

Vir: You can’t. I won’t hold back just because you’re a woman

Vir: Yet, you’ll still stand against me?

Vir: It is foolish, but I commend your courage

Vir: Hah!

Defend!

>Hit

>Miss

(*block) Felicita: Guh…

Vir: Oh, you blocked it. But the next one won’t be so easy

Vir: Weren’t you going to protect him?

Vir: Or was that all talk?

(Try again)

(*rumble)

Attack!

>Hit

(+30 Amore)

>Miss

(-10 Amore)

(*dash)

Vir: …!!

Vir: You can’t defeat me like that

(*whish)

Attack!

>Hit

(+30 Amore)

>Miss

(-10 Amore)

Vir: Not half bad

Vir: You must be confident if you thought that would work

Vir: It’s about time to settle this

(Skip the next duello box)

>Hit

(+30 Amore)

>Miss

(-10 Amore)

Vir: Hmph

Vir: Not a bad kick

Vir: Where are you aiming?

Vir: You must be confident if you thought that would work

Vir: It’s about time to settle this

Vir: Now do you understand how foolish it is to fight me?

Felicita: I can still…!

Vir: Just stop. It’s over

(*boom!)

Felicita: Guh…Dante…!

Vir: I suppose I’ll let you live. There’s no point in continuing this…

Vir: The two of you will have to take a little nap

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue to Dante Chapter 6)

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WOW! MEDIEVAL PEASANT MAIDENS RESURRECTED AS CYBORG POP IDOLS!

The group is called Timeless Trinity and it consists of three ladies.

Name: Maria Born: Sicily, 1304 Died: 1334 Likes: Farsu magru, going to markets Dislikes: The arranged marriage I was forced into in my old life... not that he was a bad man, but I had intended to marry Antonio instead. Statement: The freedom and horrors of this time occupy my mind at every waking moment!

Name: Agnes Born: 1207 Died: 1229 Likes: Frumenty, pears, quilts Dislikes: The noise! Statement: This was not what I intended to do with my life.

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Their first album will include these songs:

TIME CANNOT PROVIDE ESCAPE

Wonder Market

Quilting Lament

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O Rosa Bella (Hyperpop Remix)