#resurrection's bitter kiss

[lukasz-r]

Your husband's drunk, thankfully he's hot. Ft, shadowpeach

"He makes me laugh."

I just wanted to draw Wukong shirtless. And drunk (but that was a bonus.)

[lukasz-r]

I should draw them again, I miss drawing Fēng ://

Bored so have to this lil thing I drew

[the-artist-grimm]

one thing im very complexed about is what were baal and ayms rection to narinder after getting resurected. surely they would feel a lot of anger towards him because of what he did.

When Aym and Baal are revived they’re more concerned for Narinder than anything else. Like how can their master, their father go from agonizing for MONTHS over ways to spare the lamb, to in the span of a single week telling them he’s found a way but not elaborating, looking completely heartbroken the next few days after, then when the day of reckoning finally comes telling the lamb in this muted, emotionless tone to sacrifice themselves out of the blue? It didn’t make sense. 

While Aym and Baal are 11 year old kids but they’re not stupid-they know this isn’t how their father usually acts, and something’s wrong. It's why they intentionally get hurt (and accidentally) die fighting Anthea, they're trying to snap him out of it since they didn't know what else to do since he didn't want to talk.

From there it takes 4 months to revive the twins-during that time their souls are trapped inside the gateway by the remains of Narinder's metaphysical chain. Not quite awake, but not quite asleep either-only able to tell they were alone until the voices of their parents wake them up before being yanked into the mortal realm. They’re scared, they’re shaken, they put brave faces on while dying yeah but they can feel the phantom of blade and mana caught in their flesh all over again, but their twin is beside them, and before they know it their Baba has them in their embrace wailing, yet their father is nowhere to be seen. 

Cue them being seemingly ok-ish (read: in shock) while being fussed over by Anthea for the rest of the day (given warm meals, constant hugs and kisses to the head, warm bubbly baths then a long brushing, soft nightgowns that smell like lanolin, all while their comfort kitten plushies they'd given the lamb a day prior to the betrayal in preparation for the 'move' have been returned to their arms), and while they keep asking what happened, the Lamb doesn’t know how to answer them anymore. A month before they would've said Narinder betrayed them all, but they're no longer sure anymore.

(Narinder betrayed them. He betrayed them, but then why did he help them with the resurrection? Why did he stabilize them as they struggled to break the chain, why did he lose sleep the whole week leading up just to help? Following their every word, their every order perfectly, never getting upset when they got snappy?  Why did he the leave the chapel without greeting the boys he mourned over. Why hasn't he tried to take back the crown since his arrival? Why isn’t he fighting them, angry, bitter, anything? Why is he making it so hard to hate and ignore him?)

Anthea eventually has to take the twins over to Narinder later that night since the nightmares are setting in now that the shock's worn off and they both wake up crying for him (they can’t remember the 4 months but that isolation left both with intense separation anxiety from both each other and their parents, and not having seen Narinder was really messing with them), and while that first reunion is them just launching themselves at him to cling to his nightshirt crying, followed by them then refusing to let Anthea leave either and thus both parents are stuck trying to get the boys to fall asleep in Narinder’s room, come morning they’ve calmed down enough that Anthea can leave to do cult things and they can question their father.

They just want to know what happened, and is he ok-he scared them by acting so strange and they're worried. Which kinda breaks Narinder a little because he left the chapel expecting that they hated him. That they wouldn’t want to see him since he betrayed Anthea, is the reason they died, and that their Baba deserved them more than him but here they are worried for him, and it’s the first time in months someone’s said they’re worried about him and he actually believes it. So he tells them everything.

He heard something he wasn't meant to hear, took it out of context, and in his fear over being betrayed again made a mistake. A mistake he thinks he can NEVER fix, and was a mistake he thinks he should NEVER be forgiven for. 

(He didn't trust them. Why didn't he trust them? The Lamb was his friend why would they ever betray him he's terrible Shamura was right to 'hate' him why can't everyone just abandon him already he doesn't understand-)

He thinks that’ll do it, but rather than the twins getting mad, it just clears up what they had already assumed-that something went wrong, and their dad thought he had no choice. They're not angry because he made a mistake since why should they? That just means he has to apologize.

It's that childishly innocent idea that all mistakes can be fixed by talking things out, and while it's more complicated than that, it does hold weight. Aym and Baal are the breaking of the cycle of hiding your emotions, hiding your pain, assuming the worst and self-loathing and destroying yourself as a result. The cycle of not talking to the people in your life and just letting things boil over. Narinder may have held back in some ways when raising them by not telling them to call him ‘dad’, but he raised them as he wished he’d been-teaching the twins that it’s ok to be hurt, scared, to make mistakes, and that they can go to him for anything and he won’t get mad. Anthea’s presence reinforced that-that you gotta talk to people when something’s wrong or else they can’t help. 

The boys are very empathetic and emotionally aware, and thus if they can make mistakes and fix things, why can’t the adults? So no they're not mad at Narinder, they just don't understand why he thinks it's not worth trying to make amends.

[lifeafterartsch00l]

The answer is yes, yes they have plz see below~

✨MY FAVE KAKAIRU FICS✨

A change of pace this week from the usual sasunaru programming to celebrate Naruto’s gay dads, feat. my terrible memes

As per usual, I’ll try and find the authors to tag them, if you know who they are on tumblr, plz tag them in the comments! 💖

He ships it

Worship by decaf_kitty

Careful it’s hot 🥵

Beloved decaf kitty, may your coffee never be bitter, may your pillow be the perfect temperature, and you never get writer’s block ❤️ amen! Please read this one shot it’s AMAZING

“Additional Tags: Slow Build, Romance, Resolved Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Begging, Inappropriate Use of the Sharingan

Summary: Late at night, Kakashi and Iruka randomly meet at a ramen stand... One little conversation later, they're in Kakashi's bedroom, with Iruka on his knees, and a blushing Kakashi staring down at the sensei between his bare thighs”

Kintsugi by The_Rivers_Dark

She ships it

I excitedly followed each new chapter release of this fic 💕 most incredible descriptions of intimacy, a fantastic writer 💕 also Tsunade tries to meddle and it’s just terrific (read it to find out if it works tehe) 💕 so wonderful, a comforting fic like a warm hug (but also really sexy idk man I’m not a writer clearly haha).

“Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, less hurt more comfort, Comfort, hurt comfort that turns to comfort, hurt comfort that turns to comfort erotica, comfort erotica, Erotica, mutual pining to mutual love, Love, Romance, Smut, Shameless Smut, Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, come for the erotica stay for the comfort, come for the comfort stay for the erotica, if it’s broken fix it and never let it out of your sight again, painting with muted colours never suited my literary palette, Tsunade as a cockblock device and a meddler, plot arc what plot arc, pacing what pacing, Whirlwind Romance, we’re all about the comfort here, Roommates, And then they were roommates, Eventual marriage, Marriage, they get married at the end, Getting Together, Sweet/Hot, Happy Ending, for all you Kakashi-level perverts out there sexy tags include but are not limited to, Frotting, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Nipple Play, 69 (Sex Position), Spanking, Fingerfucking, Blindfolds, it doesn’t count as a threesome if one of them is a shadow clone, Sweet, Spicy, sweet and spicy, Rimming, Snippet beta we die like Akatsuki villains only to be resurrected again, Domestic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Idiots in Love, Light Bondage, versatile lovers, Top Hatake Kakashi, Top Umino Iruka, Belonging

Summary:

Kintsugi: The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of an object's history, rather than something to disguise.

(Iruka gets heavily injured in a mission gone wrong. Problem is, Tsunade knows he won't stay in the hospital long enough to recuperate. Kakashi finds himself volunteering to be his carer. As they get closer, the tension between them reaches a boiling point. Complete.)”

Unspoken by RenGoneMad

Incredible canon-compliant rewrite where Kakashi and Iruka meet much earlier (kind of, you’ll see). And Kakashi has a long time cruuuuuuush 😜 the banter/flirting is really cute. The pacing and development of the relationship is so so good! The way the author gets into their heads is just great. Both 🔥 & heartwarming! ❤️

“Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Anbu Hatake Kakashi, Fluff and Angst, Hatake Kakashi-centric, POV Hatake Kakashi, Secret Identity, Canon Compliant, Canon - Manga, Complete, Kissing, Sexual Tension, Obsession, But not unhealthy or creepy, Pining, Stalking, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Implied/Referenced Suicide, (as complies with canon)

Summary: The memorial stone should be a place to mourn the dead, a place to remember the many sins and failures that haunt Hatake Kakashi.

To Iruka, it's a place to speak to his parents, and the mysterious ANBU who listens.

Follows Kakashi from ages 14 to 29, and the many ways Iruka changes his life”

The Outcasted by yeou_bi

Sensual, erotic, all without anything explicit (yet?). They way they’re falling in love is so cute 😭 Just lovely ❤️ I hope the author writes more chapters! 😊🤞🏽

“Chapters: 3/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Additional Tags: Hospitalization, Illnesses, References to Illness, Loneliness, POV Alternating, Present Tense, Skin diseases, Slow Burn, Denial of Feelings, Nausea, Touch-Starved, Touching, Hurt/Comfort, Pandemics, Dysfunctional Relationships, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Bullying, Discrimination

Summary: During the outbreak of a mysterious disease, Kakashi finds himself sharing a clinic room with Iruka.

What begins as simple moments of sharing the same burden slowly turns confusing. When physical touch could mean an infection, it also becomes a commodity that's hard to come by for those who are recovering”

Thank you to all the talented authors! 💕

[childrenofcain-if]

C, my darling 😭 it's so amazing to me that they're good at maths and art? What else now, I won't be surprised if they've written a poem for MC (pls tell me it's true)

the knife is in your hand but i’m the one who sharpened it— a ritual, this carving of our names onto the table. your mouth a siren, my hands a train wreck. we are always splitting the air like an apple, always two halves, but always starving. you say stay, but the word is a matchbox. i say come here and the room fills with gasoline. we strike the match because we love the light, but we’d rather burn than admit the dark is another room we’ve come to crave. your teeth sinking in my neck, my fingerprints on the glass— we keep breaking the vase to prove it was fragile, keep stitching it back with wire and sweat and the rush of sharp words. this is how we pray: foreheads bloody, kneeling in the shards of what we almost fixed. i tried to leave once. you painted the door with your ribs, said “look how i bloomed for you...” crimson petals, a bouquet of apologies. we swallow them like pills, like holy worlds, choke down the bitter to feel the burn of being alive. our ‘hate’ is a house we built with its own chimneys, smoke signals pleading, look at me, keep your starry eyes on me, while the walls char and the windows weep. we’re good at this, this collapse, this fucking collapse, the way we resurrect each morning, gasping for more. i dream of you kissing me like a threat. i hold you like a wound. we keep doing this, keep doing this, keep— our hands around each other’s throat, whispering darling, as if love is just another word for the bruises we refuse to let fade.

[padsmoony04]

I don't know if someone had done it, but if they had, PLEASE tag me! But I needed to share this little thought I had about a JasonTodd×Reader little angst to comfort that is inspired to the master piece that "Would you fall in love with me again" is.

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So what came to my mind was something in between the lines of...

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RobinJason met the reader on his first day of high school after being adopted by Bruce. And that they became friends, but with time, Jason developed a crush on the reader and clinche enough they started daiting time afterward (Yes, high school sweethearts, friends to lovers, what about it?).

Everything was so sweet, Jason being all cute and loving and chamirn, thinking that the reader was really the love of his life at his only sixteen years old or whatever. But then, oh disgrace, Joker and his crowbar show up, and Jason dies, then his hole classic lore.

After his resurrection and everything that happened from then on, stop him from seeing the reader cause he was scared. He knew she saw the news or what people think about Red Hood, about his methods. So what if when he showed himself and the reader hated him and disliked him so much for who he is now? What if they rejected him? No, his already fragile and broken heart wouldn't be able to take that pain. It would truly be his last straw. He couldn't do it.

But well, he's a naturally and emotional, touched starved man. So at the end, his heart can't take it anyone, he needs to go and see reader, at least to say goodbye properly (or that's what he tried to fool himself into believing) cause the reality was that a small part of him just hoped and wanted to see if they would even, by any chance, take him back.

So there he is, sneaking into her place late hours. He knew she was awake cause the small light of her bedside table was on. (And here comes the most obvious part that it shows is epic inspired.)

With shaky and sweaty hands, a now tall, full of muscles, scars, and more broken than ever, Jason Todd is standing in front of the person he always saw as the love of his life. His voice was small, almost scared, saying her name. Reader turned around, startled not believing her eyes. "Jason? Is it really you?" And just like the song or very similar everything starts to unfold. He wanted to say goodbye, but he also felt like falling on his knees and crying and asking for forgiveness even though he didn't do anything wrong, at least not towards them. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, he wanted to kiss and hug them and tell them how much he missed them.

But apart of him, the insecure and broken part of him was stronger, so he just stood a few feet away and spilled it all, how, according to himself he wasn't the same boy they felt in love with, how much of a moster he was, how undeserving he was but even so, he couldn't help but asked, all bitterness and self-hatred he had inside, "Would you even fall in love with me again? If you knew all I've done. The things I can't undo, would you even love me the same?"

With emotions bubbling up and the need to just hold him tight and shower him with the love and put his pieces back together, they did just that. Reader moved forward, slow and careful steps, saying so gently and so reassuring how much Jason meant and means to her poor heart. Maybe he wasn't perfect. Maybe he had done things he didn't feel very proud of but found necessary. Maybe he wasn't that cheeky boy with his few scars and bruises with a hopeful look to life that Robin brought, and Joker took away. It didn't matter at the end, when he had them and they would love him, no matter what.

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ANYWAY, shitty ending, but that's the thought, if you are a writer and want and have the time and passion to take this rambling and turning into a masterpiece, feel free to do so.

Bye! ♡

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[transit-fag]

As they took him from the cross I, the centurion, took him in my arms- the tough lean body of a man no longer young, beardless, breathless, but well hung.

He was still warm. While they prepared the tomb I kept guard over him. His mother and the Magdalen had gone to fetch clean linen to shroud his nakedness.

I was alone with him. For the last time I kissed his mouth. My tongue found his, bitter with death. I licked his wound- the blood was harsh For the last time I laid my lips around the tip of that great cock, the instrument of our salvation, our eternal joy. The shaft, still throbbed, anointed with death's final ejaculation

I knew he'd had it off with other men- with Herod's guards, with Pontius Pilate, With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with the rest of the Twelve, together and apart. He loved all men, body, soul and spirit. - even me.

So now I took off my uniform, and, naked, lay together with him in his desolation, caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh, hugging him and trying to warm him back to life. Slowly the fire in his thighs went out, while I grew hotter with unearthly love.

It was the only way I knew to speak our love's proud name, to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread- something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood, his dear, broken body all open wounds, and in each wound his side, his back, his mouth - I came and came and came

as if each coming was my last. And then the miracle possessed us. I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend his spirit's finbal seed within my hole, my soul, pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth- he crucified me with him into kingdom come.

-This is the passionate and blissful crucifixion same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly. They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace one upon the other, till they dies of lust and pain within the horny paradise of one another's limbs, with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release.

Then lie long together, peacefully entwined, with hope of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away. But before we rose again, they came and took him from me. They knew not what we had done, but felt no shame or anger. Rather they were glad for us, and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men.

And after three long, lonely days, like years, in which I roamed the gardens of my grief seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me, he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before all others. And took me to him with the love that now forever dares to speak its name.

Jesus Pornography in my tumblr inbox??

[calaisreno]

Cake

1146 words / Prompt: Laugh

Have some cake. It's my birthday.

Sherlock picks up his fork and examines the slice of cake before him. It’s yellow, with thick white icing and colourful sprinkles. 

John and Molly have already tasted their pieces and are talking about something. John makes a teasing remark about hearing aids. Apparently Sherlock has missed the question.

“Hm?”

John smiles at him. It’s a fond smile, but a sad one. Sherlock tries to remember the last time John looked happy. It’s been ages, he thinks. Even the smile on his face now isn’t truly happy. 

His wedding, maybe. He did smile a lot that day, but there was something ragged underneath. A kind of exhausted cheer. The days leading up the event were hectic, but it was worth it to give John and Mary a joyous day. Maybe it was relief Sherlock saw in those wedding smiles. Glad to have the big day go well, ready to wake up to a new life. 

The day Rosie was born, John’s smile was incredulous, full of wonder. But Sherlock could see he was terrified, too. It was the day it all became real, irrevocable. There was no going back for him and Mary. Nor for Sherlock. John was a father, and had responsibilities.

Unmingled joy. That’s what Sherlock is trying to remember. 

That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done.

And you invaded Afghanistan.

It was the first time he heard John helpless with laughter. They’d stood inside the front door, leaning against the wall, giggling at the ridiculousness of what they’d just done, running through alleys and across rooftops. Welcome to London.

It was the moment when he first realised he wanted to kiss John. He wanted to hear that giggle of surrender again. To laugh every day with John and keep him forever.

It might have lasted, if Sherlock hadn’t created a problem that could only be solved by dying, leaving John alone for two years. 

He’d dreamed of coming home, hearing John laugh at his brilliant resurrection. He’d been so intent on that, he hadn’t realised. It may have been necessary to go away, but his return wasn’t as brilliant as he’d dreamed.

Well, then. Neither of them has been happy.

“You haven’t even tasted it,” John is saying. 

“Oh.” He lifts a bite to his mouth, smells vanilla, feels the icing melt on his tongue. “Delicious.” It is, and he takes another bite, even though he’s not hungry. 

John is smiling at him. 

He can’t stop thinking about John’s tears, just a half an hour ago in the flat. 

I’m not the man you thought I was. 

It’s not okay.

Well, it is what it is. John hasn’t been happy for a long time, he thinks. 

Though they never spoke of it, he knows John had mixed feelings about the marriage. A part of him loved Mary, but even though he forgave her, he never forgot:  what have I ever done… my whole life… to deserve you?

Mary wasn’t supposed to be like that. But she was. 

Sherlock wasn’t supposed to come back, but he did. 

John was supposed to be happy. He wasn’t.

Sometimes he thinks John might have been happy if Sherlock had stayed dead. He would have got over his best friend dying in front of him. He would have married and lived in the suburbs with his wife and child. His wife wouldn’t have shot Sherlock, and she wouldn’t have died, trying to protect him. He wouldn’t be raising his child alone. 

He eats his cake silently, pressing his fork into the last crumbs. 

“You’ve been quiet,” John says as they walk back to 221B. 

“Hm.” 

“About earlier… I’m sorry.” He huffs a small laugh. “Mood killer, for sure.”

He stops walking. “John.”

John is two paces ahead by the time Sherlock says his name. He turns and looks at Sherlock, puzzled. “What is it?”

“Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” He gives a short, bitter laugh. “What does happiness have to do with anything? Are you happy?”

“Well, no one can be happy all the time. But I consider myself an optimistic person. I expect I will be happy again.”

“Are you…” John licks his lips. “Will you contact her?”

“No. She knows what I am, and doesn’t expect it.”

“Sherlock, I know I was pushing when I said you should… I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want that. I just wish you weren’t so alone.”

“Not so alone. I have you.” 

Sherlock resumes walking; John falls into step with him.

“Yeah, a great friend I’ve been.”

“You’re not perfect, John. Neither am I. You shouldn’t hold yourself to an impossibly high standard. Happiness is more important. Do you know,” he says, turning to look at John, “some of my happiest moments have been spent with you.”

John sighs. “We’ve had some good times. I’ll never forget the months we lived together. You saved me. I was so lost, so alone…” Glancing at Sherlock, he smiles wistfully. “Do you remember that night, when we were chasing the cab, and I forgot my cane at the restaurant?” He giggles. “Oh, God. Down alleys, across the rooftops. Welcome to London. That was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever done.”

Sherlock smiles. “Wanna see some more?”

“What are you saying?” John halts. 

Sherlock turns and faces him. “Come back. Move in with me, you and Rosie.”

John is gazing at him, his eyes soft. “Do you know what I wished for that night?”

“What did you wish, John?”

He looks down at his feet. “I wished… that I could spend the rest of my days running after you, trying to keep up. Giggling at crime scenes, running all over London, coming home and sitting in the evenings…” He sighs. “It can’t be like it was before. I have a child.”

“Another adventure I look forward to. We’ll hire a nanny, solve all the boring cases, and you’ll write them up for the blog. We’ll be together.” He puts his hands on John’s shoulders. “Come back to me.”

John shakes his head gravely. “You don’t know what you’re asking. Rosie’s a baby, and soon she’ll be toddling around, getting into everything.”

“That’s what babies do. They grow into children, and eventually leave home. And you’ll miss her then. I want to see her grow up, too. I want to be there when you send her off to uni. I want to help plan her wedding, hold your first grandchild. I want to retire to a cottage in Sussex with you and keep bees.”

“Bees?”

“Yes, John. Do keep up. If you don’t like bees, you ought to have plenty of cases to write up by then.”

John brushes tears from his eyes. “What are you saying?”

In answer, he puts his arms around John. “You said love would complete me as a human being. I’m saying, it already has.”

[mamawasatesttube]

Are you still accepting asks for the ship ask game? Bc if so what are your thoughts on TimSteph?

oh sure, i'll take it!!

Don’t Ship It (gently)

1. Why don’t you ship it?

so when i say i don't ship it i mean like... i like what they had in canon vis a vis "childhood sweethearts driven apart by The Horrors and they can never go back". i love divorce.

but also if i'm being honest, a lot of chuck dixon's writing of steph was really grating to me - the way he bashed ari and later zoanne to prop up steph as the Correct/Better tim love interest (she's Quirky and Fun and #NotLikeOtherGirls!!!) left a kinda bitter taste in my mouth, and made it a lot harder for me to actually like steph or tim/steph as a ship, tbh. and it's really not steph's fault she got juggled from misogynistic shithead writer to misogynistic shithead writer, but it did mean that plotlines like "steph becomes robin in order to spite tim because she saw darla kiss him against his will and didn't stop to ask any questions. this is how teen girls behave right?" made me so tired in robin '93. i honestly enjoyed the times she got to appear without tim more than their relationship, for the most part, but ... oof.

2. What would have made you like it?

lewis getting to write more than like 20 issues of the run before fucking willingham showed up lmao. lewis run was the first time in robin '93 that i actually liked seeing tim and steph together or felt like steph even had much of a character. which is wild because dixon is the one who created her! it's just that dixon only knows how to write two kinds of women: "the old ball and chain" and "quirky whitegirl who throws herself at robin do you like her do you like her do you like her you have to like her!!!!"

as opposed to lewis, who actually gave her depth, like... explained some of how her dad made her childhood shit, went into her complex feelings on him and her relationship with her mom, and made it actually read like she and tim enjoyed spending time with each other, not just "he was a boy. she was a girl. can i make it any more obvious." if he'd stuck on the book i probably would like tim/steph way more than i do.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

oh sure! i think tim and steph have a fascinating dynamic. when you pick through all the issues with dixon and with willingham and with war games and all the writers that could not stop hating steph for the crime of being a girl (which... is a pretty tall order because jesus christ so many of them wrote her so shittily), you can kinda piece together a narrative that is really juicy.

my possibly unpopular steph take is that while i know her post war games and resurrection writing was not very good, i do actually find it compelling that she set assassins on tim at bruce's orders. i think having such a demonstrable and visible example of bruce being the driving force behind every single nail in the coffin of their relationship is fun. like, to me, timsteph is a formative relationship, but never an endgame one. there's a lot of fun stuff to say about them! i just unfortunately struggle to really enjoy picking through the mess of how steph has been written, so they don't compel me all that much.

[lukasz-r]

“Would you fall in love with me again? (I've been waiting, waiting for you...)”

Song : Would you fall in love with me again from Epic: the musical (Ithaca saga)

Drew this in honor of the Ithaca Saga releasing a couple days ago! Hearing the final song brought me to tears. Also, does this count as a Christmas post?

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

SO ABOUT NOCTURNE S2 EH

I kept notes as I watched through it with my sibling, so here are some thoughts, followed by the more spoilery thoughts below the cut:

*The fight scenes were gorgeous and very fluid. Richter's use of magic is inventive as fuck and slightly terrifying after seeing Sypha blast her way through Wallachia with largely straightforward lances of ice and fire.

*Deeply thankful that they managed to create a believable, nay, plausible excuse for why Erzebet Bathory is a Hungarian woman with Egyptian goddess blood. She's being used as a vessel by Drolta, Sekhmet's High Priestess, and Drolta picked Erzebet because after decades of failing amongst her own people she was like "This is definitely the most bloodthirsty human I can find. A perfect match ❤️" Like oh okay so there was a REASON Drolta was always more interesting than Erzebet. It's her story Erzebet's just telling it for her.

*Speaking of which, loved Drolta's human backstory. She was struggling so hard (and successfully!) against such harsh odds and you don't normally see that when a human faces up against a supernatural entity for the first time.

*Olrox and Mizrak projecting their relationship insecurities onto vampire Tera was definitely not what I had on my Nocturne S2 bingo card, and yet.

*Last season had me willing to be convinced that Annette and Richter would become a thing and this season had me slapping the table and going "SOLD!" like an old-timey bidding war.

*Richter struggled valiantly to make a difference, and Alucard was right alongside him in the trenches, but this season still mostly belonged to Annette. Sorry lads, better luck next time.

"We are not bitter creatures. I'm not bitter," Olrox tells Tera, bitterly, because he is bitter about being dumped. No but seriously, him insisting to her (basically a complete stranger) that vampires aren't animals with animalistic impulse control and it's just "Mmmmm-hm. Real quick, what were Mizrak's most recent words to you? 'An animal that's lost its soul'?" Like boy you ain't subtle.

Drolta's resurrection. No thoughts. Just a constant stream of MOMMY? SORRY. MOMMY? SORRY. MOMMY? SORRY.

"She's a vampire! She cannot love!" Mizrak you need to check your baggage at the door you can't just drag it into a conversation like that. 

RICHTER'S ABSOLUTE DEER IN HEADLIGHTS EXPRESSION WHEN ANNETTE GRABS HIS HAND. BOY FROZE.

Was not expecting that one chick that Erzebet munched on last season to be alive, never mind a vampire, but go her I guess.

Speaking of which, the wlws were winning this season. Drolta and the female National Guard captain, Erzebet sitting on a throne with women literally gathered at her feet… and Drolta and Erzebet/Sekhmet, of course, because their whole attack dog/master and "you are my most special loyal perfect wife minion" and Drolta's centuries of loyalty to Sekhmet are just *chef's kiss*

Also on that note, Erzebet angrily telling Tera that she would never be Drolta is very funny because. like. at no point did Tera want to replace Drolta. She literally never asked to do that, Erzebet.

I like Erzebet's human design a lot better than the vampire one tbh. Solely for the hairstyle choices. 

"I'm here to make you a god. If you're worthy." "Of course I'm worthy." NO HESITATION WHATSOEVER LMFAO THE ARROGANCE OF THE ARISTOCRACY

Okay damn I was not expecting Maria to kill her dad. And certainly not midway through the season. 

Mizrak's panicked glance to the side as Juste talks about chastity vows. Lol. 

Alucard stumbling out of the water wet and dripping after getting smacked into the Seine had me and my sibling sharing a single understanding nod because we Knew it was there to make the Alucard girlies go feral. Well done Castlevania team.

Also what I'm gathering from this season is that Olrox becomes a pathetic wet cat when he falls in love with someone. Like he has been dogging Mizrak's steps incessantly since the breakup. Literally every time he can get away with it he's haunting that man's shadow. Olrox is two seconds and a dead pseudo-Messiah away from leaving dead things at Mizrak's feet and pawing sadly at his window as he cries to be let in.

Like Olrox is so catastrophically in love and obviously unable to leave Mizrak's side that when he told Mizrak he's leaving to go back home my sibling and I instantly looked at each other and went "So that's a fucking lie."

FIRST COUPLE KISS INTERRUPTED BY A SUDDEN EPIPHANY RICHTER YOUR LUCK IS ABSOLUTE SHIT

Maria was such an adorable baby holy shit. And her smug little look when she snatched the apple from Richter too. 

Alucard only saying he's been in love "countless times" is a cowardly cop-out of an answer. We could have had a polycule acknowledgment! We could have meant something!

Annette's possession look is an absolute serve but really we should expect nothing else from her. Also love how intricately her religion was depicted even if I had no idea who the three-faced dude was.

Speaking of Erzebet's hair, the fact her final Sekhmet form has like an entire extra bodymass's worth of hair had me giggling. There's so much of it. We've gone past lion's mane and overshot into "electrocuted Persian." She is fluffye.

"Not the first time you've saved my life" ELABORATE ON THAT ALUCARD?!

Tera being shadowed by the entity that the Abbot dealt with in the ending scene hello yes I am Fear. Nice hook for another season, though.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Ethari leaned his forehead against Runaan's old punching target. Its leather was worn smooth with age and careful care, and scuffed by the odd full-force strike. He closed his eyes against the memories that tried to rise and flourish, memories that tried to resurrect a man long dead. He did not want to remember just now.

His hands settled around the target's waist,and he blew out a long, sad breath. His shoulders slumped, bowed with the weight of things he could not change. Once, he'd thought himself strong enough to bear any load.

Now, he knew better. Now, he knew where his weak spots lay, and how little pressure it took to break him again.

This time, it was the library.

He'd lost track of where his feet were headed, and when he glanced up and saw where he was, years of memories had assaulted him all at once.

Home. No safer there, but at least the pains were more predictable.

He balled one hand into a fist and jabbed hard into the target's midsection. It rocked back with a leather creak, its tilt anchored by the heavy weight of the sand that filled its base.

Rayla had been scared of the violent sloshing sound the water had made when Runaan hit it, so Ethari had volunteered to trek over to the Midnight Desert and haul back a giant sack of black sand to replace it with-

Ethari's fist connected again. The target rocked back again, its leather protesting.

Again, and then again, jabbing the same useless sucker punch over and over. Not a move he'd ever use. Just the one that required the least effort.

The target righted itself after every hit and kissed itself against his forehead. Ethari hated it, that false semblance of intimacy, and he struck again, harder. Tears slipped down his cheeks, hot and bitter, and he sobbed in time with his punches.

He didn't escalate. There was no point in fighting harder. He'd already lost.

He'd already lost.

Finally, he wiped his eyes on an old training towel, still hanging on its peg, and patted the target on the waist.

"Good talk."

He turned to go. They'd chat again soon enough.

[anyamaris]

Chasing Fate

Word Count- 4k

Summary- When you find yourself running behind, fate draws you into a random coffee shop where a dark figure takes an otherworldly interest in you.

Pairing- Falling Angel!Soobin x writer!fem!reader

Genre/Trope-Strangers to Lovers AU, Fated Lovers AU smut

Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) stalking behavior, darker themes (I mean, he is a fallen angel), possessive talk, minors DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark@millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions@changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren @minki-moo

@cafekitsune Thank you for banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

A/N-Thank you to @mint-yooxgi for SOOOO much of this, from helping to develop Fallen Angel Soobin to some of the terms of endearment as well as supporting me every step of the way. @1-800-shedevil for beta reading and being my biggest hype sister. I adore you both so very much and love how much you support me. BIG KISSES!

The chime above the door rings through the small, cozy space as customers come and go throughout the day.  Day in, day out.  The murmur of voices, the grinding sound of roasted beans, the soft hiss of the frother as the baristas create some concoction or another. The daily dose of the bitter brew is the ultimate cure for the constant stream of half asleep zombies, each heading off to spend their day doing something productive.

It had been long since the figure in the corner had felt the urge to rush off to a destination like the steady parade of faceless figures he observes.  His stoic face unimpressed as he studies his colony of ants, plodding along to fulfill some small happiness within their short, sad lives.  

How he envied them.

It has been ages since his fall to this achromatic pit, a perpetual purgatory of anemic grey tormenting his wretched soul.  How could these mindless drudges laugh, smile, delight in something as simple as a steaming mug of espresso and milk? The inability to even stoke the fire of a mild irritation causes him to sigh, his hands having long bled the warmth from his own cup as he sits watching.  

His world is upended in the span of a second.

The chime of a bell.  

In the countless instances he’s heard that incessant ringing, this is the only one that matters as time seems to grind to a halt.  A cool breeze carries the scent of warm, buttery honey with a hint of floral citrus to balance the richness.  The aroma threatens to overwhelm him, long forgotten sensations stirring.  The potent shock of the resurrection of his emotions choke him, his hand unconsciously clasping his chest as he struggles to endure the assault. Only a moment ticks by as the scent reaches him, then he’s frozen in time as his world fills with color. Infinite shades of red inundate his sight, dark eyes locked onto the beautiful creature poised at the door, the curve of a smile in that rosy mantle sending a shockwave through his system.

The melodic tinkling of a small laugh shatters the tentative control he has over himself.  An aria cuts through the symphony of noise he’s endured for ages.  A singular voice reviving his entire being. 

His long atrophied heart seems to give out a painful shriek at the potent rush of his lifeblood.  The silent struggle of the shadow figure in the corner of the small cafe goes unnoticed, but for him, it’s as if he’s been resurrected, awakening from the tedium of his purgatory.  It was only a moment.

The moment that alters his entire existence.  

The moment he saw you.

The moment passes, and he can only cling to his teetering sanity, watching as you order your coffee.  You are exquisite, radiant beyond comprehension.  The curve of your neck causes him to tremble.  The lilt of your voice a sonata made for him alone, kindling his very soul.  

Your scent wakes him from his endless slumber, the sight of you defibrillating his long withered heart.  The sound of your laughter cuts through the never ending drone that surrounds him.  The world falls away around him and he can only see you.

His dark eyes blacken as he watches you leave, taking the cosmos with you. Abandoning him in the frigid, ceaseless void he’s been condemned to.  As your warmth seeps from the cafe, he stands, his purpose clear.

His hands clench as the need to touch you takes over his reason, longing for the sensation of your silky flesh in his palms.  His mouth salivates at the thought of your essence on his tongue.  There is no other purpose anymore.  He has only one objective, one singular desire.

You are his only aspiration now.  You are his holy grail. 

And he must have you. 

You were late, again.  Always running late.  But you had to have your morning coffee.  You have a meeting with a writer in a different location and it threw you off this morning, but you’d spotted a decent looking coffee shop on the way.  Luckily it hadn’t taken long to get in and out, and then you were on your way to your appointment.

“Slow down speed racer, your writer isn’t even here yet!” you hear someone yell and you just breathe out a sigh of relief, slowing down to relax for a moment before you make your way to the conference room.  Between your editing job with the company as well as being a writer yourself, you were always on the go or lost in your head in front of a computer screen.  Settling into your seat as your writer makes their way in, you just throw yourself into your workday.

By the time you’re opening your apartment door and kicking off your shoes that evening, you’re beyond exhausted.  You’d wanted nothing more than to shower and get a warm cup of something soothing and just lose yourself in your current story.  But after bathing and throwing on your comfy pajamas, your eyes are already drooping.  “Tomorrow…I’ll wake up early and write in the morning….” You murmur to the empty space, and before another thought can form, the bliss of sleep was washing over you.   

Your sleep was deep but restless, and as you sink into the haze of dreams you find yourself in a dark alley.  There’s no sign of life around, not the scurry of a rat, nor the bustle of any vehicles; none of the noise you’d hear deep inside the city.  The silence is eerie as you look around, but there’s a red glowing light surrounding you, almost as if you can see your own aura.  Confused but curious, you make your way out of the alley into the empty street.  

“Hello? Is anyone there?” you call out, and a warm breeze suddenly stirs the trash littering the alley around you, the rough scraping sound startling you.

“Yessss….” 

 The velvet utterance brushes against your senses, so much weight and significance behind the simple note as it engulfs your entire being. A shiver runs down your spine as the heat of the word seems to caress your skin delicately.  With a gasp, you spin around and face…nothing.  

“Who..are you?” you whisper, walking slowly down the bleak passage. Your arms are outstretched, reaching for the owner of the bewitching voice, even knowing that they should be drawing in around yourself. 

 “Yours.” 

The statement halts your breathing, the sheer power behind it almost knocking you to the ground.  “What-?” you begin, but a pressure halts your question, as electricity fills the air around you.  Force seems to bear down upon your soul as the rustling of wings and the muffled thump of boots on the pavement resonate behind you.  As you turn, your vision is filled with a large figure, massive black wings spanning your entire field of view.  The silhouette of a towering man steps towards you, hand extending towards you.

“Come to me…”

The voice seems to echo in your head as you sit up, gasping for air and clutching your chest, the damp garment clinging to your skin.  You can swear you hear the rustling once more of those massive wings from outside your window and a shiver wracks your body.  Not in fear…no…not in fear…

“Where are you?” you sigh, fingers reaching out into the darkness. An overwhelming feeling of loss settles over you in the quiet room, the distant sounds of the city waking up cutting through the haze of the predawn light.  Falling back against your pillows, you close your eyes, wondering why your dream affected you so much; why you longed to go back into your dreams to find the winged being who called out to you.

Days filled with writing, editing, and working.  Rushing to and fro, the bustle of the city around you fueling your mornings and afternoons into the early evening.  But it was the nighttime that you longed for; the dip of the sun below the horizon, the twilight’s call for your eyelids to drop.  For your slumber to overtake you so you can get one more glimpse of your mysterious stalker, your shadowy suitor.  Deep down you know that running from him is the correct response, yet his presence in your dreams inspires only an intense yearning, a hidden desire to be claimed by him. For him to assert his dominion, to step forward into the light so you may give yourself to him.  

Always upon waking, you find yourself continuing to look for him, though he exists only in your fantasies.  Perhaps your writing was bleeding into your subconscious and you just needed to bring him to life through your work.  

Perhaps.

The weeks turn to months and you desperately urge him from the shadows, calling to him through your words on paper, the pages on your computer screen.  Yet he eludes you, defying your every tactic to reveal himself.  Never have you struggled with a character as much as you have him.  He didn’t even have a name.

The more you write, the more you need to know him.  To see him, to feel him, to hear his voice again. 

To touch him.

Days filled with longing for the night, the anticipation of his nocturnal visit your primary goal.  For just one more night filled with his enigmatic presence, eyes closing eagerly for the imminent appearance of your winged obsession.

A mania seems to be overtaking your mind, almost distraught at his elusiveness as you give in to your exhausted slumber.

Yet another dream, the same dream, time and time again.  As you wake clutching your chest, you let out a mournful cry.  “Why can’t I get you out of my head?! You’re not even real!” your voice is thick with agony, a throbbing ache in your heart as well as between your legs.   

“Am I not?”

The velvet tone causes you to freeze in sudden fear as your curtains flutter, drawing your gaze.  A soft laugh washes over your entire being as you focus on the large dark figure on your balcony.  “I am as real as your desire for me.”  At your startled cry, the figure takes a step into the doorway.  He appears as massive as he is in your dreams and you can’t help but recognize the shiver of excitement under the thin veneer of fear.  

“You-you’re….this is a dream.” You tell the shadow gazing at you, vulnerable and alone in your bed.  Slipping from beneath the covers, you stand on shaking legs, telling yourself to run but…all your feet want to do is move towards him. “This isn’t rea-” Your statement is cut short as the man…or whatever he was is suddenly in front of you, arms to either side, encasing you against the wall. 

Your heart feels as if it’s trembling in your chest cavity and his instant proximity has you quivering. You hadn’t even seen him move. “What-” your voice cracks and you swallow, trying once more.  “What do you want?” You stare into his eyes, his features now visible.  Dark hair that frames his beautiful face, eyes black and gleaming in the moonlight.  His plush lips form a smile as his lashes flutter, a soft laugh emanating from his throat.  Velvet and honey with a slight edge, you can’t help but feel yourself react to him.  Clenching your thighs together, you let out a small whimper.  

His pause is heavy with significance as he seems to inhale you, his nostrils gently flaring, his lips parting on an audible exhale.  “What is it I want?” he asks, head tilting as his eyes open, capturing your gaze in his.  It seems a galaxy of stars have taken up residence in them and you long to explore their infinite depths.  “You ask the wrong question, my precious one.” his tone lowers even more as he brings his lips to your ear, the sensation of his breath eliciting an involuntary moan.  

“It is not what I want ... .but whom. That I am here with you should answer that quite succinctly.”  His words wash over you like a wildfire, your entire being, your very soul screaming for his touch.  “It seems I am not alone in my yearning.” He chuckles softly.  “I can smell your desire, beloved.”  Your cheeks burn at his words but there is no way to refute them.  The moisture pooling at your core defies any argument you try to form against him.

“You can…smell…me?” you manage, throat working desperately, palms planted to the wall behind you.  Yet, despite how near he is, he’s not laid one single finger on you.  This fact should calm your racing heart, yet it only serves to accelerate the pace.  Instead of answering your question he merely draws in another deep breath, letting out a small purr to agitate your already frenzied senses.  

“Are you-are you here to…hurt me?” you whisper and the sudden hiss as he draws back to look at you sends a shock through your system.  His eyes almost swallow you whole as his entire body seems to shake. “The very thought of harm coming to you pains me in ways you cannot comprehend.” The honeyed voice is now as sharp as a razor's edge, yet your thirst for him only increases at his words.  “I would rend flesh from any being who so much as dares to consider such a vile thought.” 

“I simply long to touch you…to press my lips to yours…to hold your precious hand in mine.  You’ve captured my very soul with your existence, and I am yours to command.”  As you quake at his confession, he sinks to one knee before you, his heavenly face tipped up to gaze at you.  “I will not lay a single finger upon you without your permission, despite my overwhelming longing for you.”  

This must be a dream, you think to yourself as you take in his form, crouched before you, glorious eyes begging for you to accept him.  Slowly raising your palm from the wall, you find yourself reaching for him, tipping your hand to bring your palm to his cheek.  The breath he lets out at your touch is filled with relief, as a man dying of thirst takes his first sip of water.  He vibrates under the simple caress of your hand, as if the connection has completed some broken electrical current.  

“If I allow you to touch me, what then?” you find yourself asking, and his body stills, a pressure seeming to fill the room.  Ever so slowly you watch his large black wings unfurl as he stands to his full, commanding height. You can only watch in awe as the massive appendages loom over you, as he splays his large hand, palm out towards you.  “You would be granting this fallen angel sanctuary in his endless tormented existence.  To be granted your warm embrace would be the ultimate solace to my anguished continuance. For this…for you alone, I would bestow upon you any treasure, fulfill every hunger, lay the very world at your feet, if you so crave it.”

“And if my only want is you, and you alone?” you dare to ask, your breath hitching, throat closing tightly as you watch the tremor in his extended hand at your words.  His lashes flutter as his tongue darts out over his bottom lip, hooded eyes never leaving yours.  “Then it is I who would be receiving the most priceless of treasures in you, for you are the world in my eyes.” 

True to his word, even though you can feel the room itself almost vibrate with his energy, he has not disturbed one hair on your head.  He merely watches you with an infinite patience that defies the intensity of his gaze.  Time appears to stop as you consume the picture of this dark angel in front of you, this beautiful heavenly being offering you your every desire.  For the longest moment you just savor his form, pure radiance illuminated by the white light of the moon haloing him.  

Without a word you step forward, raising your hand palm out to press to his, staring into the endless abyss of his eyes.  “You may have me, take me, touch me, taste me in any way you so wish if you answer one simple question for me.” you breathe out, the tingle of your skin against his drawing out a small gasp.  “Ask and it shall be yours.”  No hesitation, only the eager urge to please as he observes you.  

“I wish to know your name.” you breathe out, your fingers interlacing with his.  His eyes close slowly, and he sighs out heavily, a tremor rippling through the length of his body.  “You may call me Soobin.” tumbles off his lips a moment before they are upon yours, his arm wrapping around your waist to tug you into him.  “Soobin-” you gasp into his mouth and he hums in delight as you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.  

“How I’ve longed to hear you say my name, My Light.” his breath mixes with yours as his tongue plunges into your mouth, free hand dipping to cup your ass and press himself into you.  It’s obvious he’s large in every aspect as he lifts and you wrap your legs around him.  The moan that escapes your throat is full of need as he grinds himself into your core, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.  Before you can register, your panties are torn from your body, leaving you only wearing the flimsy shirt you’d gone to bed in.  “Oh-please touch me, please fucking touch me-” you are crying out, and he complies immediately his long fingers on your ass brushing against your weeping slit as he presses his clothed crotch to your sensitive nub.  The friction of his pants against you tears a moan from your lips, and his mouth is eager to receive it.  

“Anything for you, anything you want-” he groans as his fingers tease at your entrance, his mouth trailing kisses down your chin, to your jawline and along your neck.  Your hips have a mind of their own, jerking and writhing as he spreads your pussy from behind.  “So fucking soaked, My Precious….” he growls into your neck, sharp teeth brushing your pulse.  “Soobin!” you cry as he pulls back, his hands withdrawing to grasp your thighs, almost sobbing at the loss.  But before you can so much as utter another word, he’s on his knees before you, throwing your thighs over his shoulders.  “My tongue longs for your taste-” he hisses, then he’s burying his face into you, overwhelming you with a flood of pleasure.  

You can feel his fingers, spreading you apart, your wet folds sucked into his mouth as his nose nudges your clit.  Immediately your hands are in his hair, tugging as you cry out his name.  The wet noises of his tongue as he laps at you, then draws back to suck eagerly on your aching bud have your thighs trembling as he holds you in place.  “You taste better than ambrosia, My Light, I could drink from you for eternity-” his whispered voice only adds to the intensity as you feel the familiar burn of your impending orgasm building.  “Oh Soobin-” you moan out and his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, his tongue slipping inside of you as his nose rubs your clit.  

The moment his tongue enters you, you can’t hold back any longer and you’re screaming and bucking in his arms, flooding his tongue and face with your climax.  He lets out pleased noises as he holds you in place, indulging himself in every last drop before he finally presses a kiss to your bud.  He stands and lifts your limp body gently, moving to splay you out on the bed. Removing your shirt with a tug, he sheds his own clothes quickly before climbs between your legs, his long thighs parting yours.  You rake your eyes over his long, lean body, still quivering with the after effects of his mouth, opening easily to him as he hovers over you.  

The urgency of your desire for him is so profound that you feel tears prick your eyes, reaching for him in desperation as he settles his weight onto you.  “Please, please-oh I need you-please-” the endless pleading falling from your lips darkens his eyes, his lip in his teeth as he slides his long length against your dripping cunt.  “You’re mine, my precious love.  My Light, My Heart, My Soulmate-” he whispers softly as he shifts his hips, drawing back to position his cockhead to press against your tight opening.  “Yours-take me, I’m yours, please-” His hand grasps yours as he grips the sheets in the other, your hips lifting to add to the needy cries.  

His gaze holds yours as he pushes forward into you, his thick girth stretching as his lips part in a moan.  “Yes! Oh please-” you cry out, and a ragged moan rips from his throat as he thrusts forward, burying his cock to the hilt within you.  “Don’t stop!” You scream and he complies, hips drawing back to snap back into you, his moans and cries harmonizing with yours.  The sting and burn of his girth stuffing you full only adds to the insane rapture, making you whole.  As if without him you were an unfinished puzzle and he is the final piece.  

You take in his glorious features, his lust glazed eyes as he thrusts into you, his beautiful parted lips, his massive wings a canopy over you as if he’s shielding you both from the world.  On a whim, you drop your fingers to work at the muscles of his back where the wings protrude and he lets out a musical medley of moans and cries, his hips rolling as he plunges faster and harder.  Your entire body is on fire, every touch, every breath of his raging across your nerves, your nipples tightening as you arch your back.  

“More, more, more, I want to hear you sing for me-” you gasp and he starts to tremble as you clutch a wing in each hand, his cries only swelling in volume as he drops down to claim your mouth with his.  Your thumbs knead along the muscle of his wings and his hips begin to stutter as you tip your hips up, the friction of his body pressing against your clit.  The tight coil deep within you threatens to shatter as his breathing hitches, his mouth torn from yours on a long moan.  “Everything, give me everything, come in me, fill me, Soobin-Complete me-” 

His eyes meet yours and you gasp at the pure white swirling in them as he parts his lips to let out a strained cry, choking on his moan as he tips you over the edge with him.  Your strangled cries blend with his in a symphony of bliss; you feel him burst within you as you clamp around him, clenching and pulsing together as you both let go.  Waves of pleasure wash over you as he empties himself, your tight walls milking him dry before he finally collapses on you, his head pressed into your neck.  His irregular breaths puff against your skin, the sensation causing you to clench around him again, drawing out a whimper as he wraps his arms around you.  

“Mine.  All mine.” he rasps out and you just run your fingers through his silky hair, sighing in contentment.  “You belong to me now, as I belong to you.”  he whispers, drawing back and cradling your face in his palm.  A warm rosy glow surrounds you both, seeming to pulse in time with your matching heartbeats. 

“At long last, I’ve found my heaven on earth, and I’ll never let you go.”

[the-stove-is-divorced]

i cried reading your fic where bruce died and then brought back to life by his kids.

being a parent is so fucking scary man what te hell 😭 i know bruce will endure and forgive and move on but thats just because his self worth is in the trenches and he thinks he deserves to be treated like shit but MAN if it was me?? if it was me???? i would kms again ON GAWDDD 😭😭😭

This comment made me howl, holy shit. ∑d(°∀°d)

No, it is terrifying, admittedly, that even your death isn't your own, which is even horrifying considering he died to protect another life. I feel like it's one of the things Bruce would have wanted, and yet, still gives up. BUT YEAH IF IT WERE ME? BRUH, I'D GO CRAZY. AIN'T NOBODY TALKING TO ME, I HATE Y'ALL. (￢_￢;) Retirement for the rest of my fucking life and if I die again I will make my corpse slap you before you pull that shit again. Send my body into the sun before you try dipping me in some goddamn ooze. Grieve like a normal person, damn.

The concept of like an unwanted resurrection is so interestingggg, hehe. Thank you sharing omg (//▽//) 'cause you're so real for this, honestly.

I've been, like, sitting on the next chapter because writing group dynamics + batfam is fucking huge, ughhhh, so here's a snippet I like for you! Currently too obsessed with Invincible to continue rn, but if you want more snippets just shoot for my inbox lol.

Was his heart still rotting? Or, did it lay there, beating? 

A thinly hand brushed through his hair, softly. Another settled upon his wrist, where his pulse lay, a quiet thump, thump, thump. Bruce imagined it slowing down, drifting away, grinding to a halt. He imagined the interlinking veins underneath his curdling like fruit skins left in the sun, blood turned flaky, brown, dry. Still, his heart pounded. Still, he breathed. Nothing lost to rot. 

He truly was alive. He was alive, wasn’t he? 

(Why—)

His eyebrows furrowed, a neuron fired off and dying just as quickly, lost.

You are alive. 

“My boy,” Alfred whispered, voice cracked, dragging Bruce’s dazed eyes back to his own. “Oh, my darling boy. I was going to bury you. Bury you.”

“M’sorry.” 

A thumb traced his eyebrows, down from his hair, as the other hand gripped his own, tightly. 

“Don’t you apologize. Don’t. I do not—I need not to hear such things from you. You have—you have done so much for this world”, then a bit quieter, voice shaky, “Too much, one might say,” and laughed, an awful wet thing. “Far too much.” 

He held Bruce’s hands, firmly now, both hands. In the dim light, Bruce could see him slightly rocking, eyes wet, a bitter smile upon his face. 

“…You ought to rest now, properly, love. You’ve—I,”, and he made a strangled noise, like a cleared throat. “I’ve gotten the chance to see you again. That’s far more than I could ever ask for. A blessing. Oh, what a blessing. But if you could pardon this selfish man, love, I just beg of you to rest. I will be here. Always, always, always.” 

He uttered it feverishly, like a mantra with a spell behind it, some ghastly forces moved by his very lips, a passionate vigor. Squeezing Bruce’s hand once more.

“I—I will not fail you, love.” And there was a gentle kiss planted upon his forehead. “I do not—I struggle to—there are challenges in affectionate expressions between us. And never have I regretted what I robbed of you than when you were lost to me. You are precious, love, you must know this. Cherished. Treasured. A son of mine, truly, one I am proud to raise and behold. A father of many, and oh, I do not know how you do it, they are—they are a bunch of fools at times, but I cannot, oh Bruce, I cannot blame them for bringing you back to me. I wish I could.” 

And there was a gentle kiss planted upon his forehead, a careful, hesitant thing. “Rest, love, please. I will be there when you rise, and every morning after.”

He felt—Bruce felt suddenly far too young, a memory slamming into his brain, his mother’s cloying perfume sunken into his very nostrils, a necklace, cool and icy, tapping his nose as she bent over and kissed him right on the forehead. He felt his eyes burn, a motion stirred forth before he could process it, really, with a body not yet rotting, and a mind nearly too sluggish to think. His father’s cologne, the stench of whisky, an itchy bit of scattered beard against his cheek. The smell of a hospital, pristine, clean, the galas, smoke and alcohol and perfumes and Alfred, like fresh bread and teas, garlic and oils and soups. There was something terrible chopped in his throat, not decayed, foul, and festering, but horrible all the same, an agony made familiar. 

“M’sorry,” Bruce pushed with heavy teeth, a weighted mouth, nerves sparking, searing in pulses, with every moment. His eyes burn. They blur. A tear slides down his cheek. 

Nothing else could crawl out of his mouth. He wadded through the slog of existence, thick and sluggish, trying to peel back his brain and offer something to explain, to feel reality firmly in his grasp, to grab hold of what to do, what to be, but it was useless. He felt stubbornly shoving a circle into a square hole, childish, ill fitting, with nothing else to try for. He barely felt alive. Everything ached, sporadic nerves firing back to life, clearing pathways once bound to rot.

He grabbed Alfred’s hand back and squeezed. 

Alfred breathed in, a shaky, long thing, and held onto Bruce’s hands as if they could turn to ash, blown by the wind, at any moment, squeezing back.

“I—I’m sorry,” Bruce spoke again. 

“Of course you are,” Alfred murmured, low, and smiled something sharper, tinged with something Bruce couldn’t process.

[zukkaoru]

aku sibs + "i wish i'd gotten to tell you"

tachigin + "i really am sorry"

gincott + "wait, please just listen"

smiles so sweetly. here's your order of angst i hope u enjoy <3

“I wish I’d gotten to tell you,” Gin whispers, voice so soft it’s lost even on their own ears in the bitter winter wind. It’s not as if Ryuunosuke could offer a response regardless, and they’re not sure they believe his spirit is still around to listen.

They reach out a hand, fingers numb from the cold, to brush the snow from his gravestone. They trace the characters carved into it, spelling out his name, and beneath it, the birthday he gave himself when their friends in the slums asked. It’s followed by the day he died, the second time, at the hands of Ame-no-gozen.

Gin is grateful they were unaware of his resurrection until after he was already gone again. Losing him once was hard enough; they’re not sure they would have survived it a second time. It’s been three months now, and they still miss him so much they get sick with it. Their apartment is so empty without him, and there’s a vacant space left in the Mafia without him there, and with each new thing that happens in Gin’s life, they find themself turning to tell someone who is no longer there.

After encouragement from Higuchi and Atsushi, they finally started testosterone today.

They never even got a chance to come out to Ryuunosuke.

And they know—he would want them to carry on without him. He wouldn’t want them to stop their growth just to keep themself as the girl he left behind, just to keep themself recognizable to him, just in case there is an afterlife and they’ll get to see each other again someday. But…

This, too, feels like a second death of sorts. The death of the Gin that Ryuunosuke knew.

They’ll bury that girl here next to him, and hope it brings him peace wherever he is. If he’s anywhere at all.

They hope that will be enough comfort—for the both of them.

-

“I really am sorry,” Tachihara says, as if that means anything now. As if a simple sorry could make up for four years of lies. Gin doesn’t trust people often, and Tachihara knows that. He knows he was one of the few who they let see beneath the mask—who they let in completely, only for him to betray that trust in every way possible.

Gin says nothing. He doesn’t deserve their voice anymore.

“Gin—”

In a flash, they have a knife drawn and pressing against his throat. He stops talking immediately. It was too easy. He has a goddamn metal manipulation ability; why is he letting a blade so close to him? Surely he doesn’t need to be able to see in order to sense a knife, or a bullet, or anything metal that could kill him. He’d be useless if that’s the case.

They want to ask—Do you want to die?

But they already swore to remain silent, and…

they’re afraid the answer will be yes.

-

“Wait,” Louisa begs, “please just listen—”

But Gin has already turned on their heel and begun to walk away. Louisa knew she should have said something sooner, but when she realized Gin was entirely unaware of her affiliation with the Guild, it was just— It seemed too good to be true. Louisa wanted to exist somewhere where she could just be a normal girl, for once, and she had that with Gin, until—

She really screwed everything up.

It could have been fine, probably, if they were just casual acquaintances. It’s not as if Gin told Louisa they were part of the Port Mafia straight off the bat. But then they got closer, and Gin did come clean, and they invited her over to their apartment and introduced her to their brother and kissed her like they were starved for it. And Louisa just couldn’t risk losing that.

She watches Gin disappear into the crowd. She could chase after them but…

Who is she kidding? Gin made it clear that they’re done with her.

Just like with Lucy, just like with Margaret, Louisa’s fear wrapped its hands around her and cost her someone she just wanted to stay.

Maybe this is just her fate.

She waits, for a moment, half-hoping Gin will come back. But deep down, she knows that won’t be the case. She knows Gin made their choice, and it was one they had every right to make.

Louisa just isn’t the sort of person who is worth looking back for.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hi ! I sincerely thank you for this blog and love it 💖. For the next itmf can you please recommend a) some modern world fics where either wwx / lwj come out to their families and are met by homophobia ( outright or passive ) and the other comforts them ? Bonus points if they confront the homophobic family members and make them see sense .

b) Hi! For the next itmf can I get a rec where wwx gets some closure regarding Jiang yanli's death ? Like it's her ghost or some dreams or some gods interfering? As i see her death was still an open wound post canon even so it will be really nice . It can even be jyl resurrected or something along those lines but it should be like after wwx resurrection .Thank you ! @beingdesiandqueer

1A)

a new kind of silence by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, Communication Disorder, Trans LWJ, Protective WWX, Pregnant LWJ, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Soft WangXian, POV WWX) That's also one where WY opens the door and lz is there in the rain because lq reacted badly to him coming out and they later have to go get his stuff but I can't find it or the title I'll update if I find it

Caught Up In All This Bitterness by thunderwear (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coming Out, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, LQR’s A+ Parenting)

Mad about the Boy by TriviasFolly (M, 62k, WangXian, 1950s America, Greaser WWX, Historical Smoking, Historical Viewpoints, Angst, Internal Struggle, Pre-Relationship, Historical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, sexual awakenings, Sexual exploration, small town gays, Self discovery journey, Self love journey, gay acadamia, Song fic, teenage dramatics, smoll angst)

The Fifth Type of Non-Contact Force by Caixx (Not Rated, 83k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor, Actually Somewhat Canon, Mutual Pining, Horny Teenagers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Graphic Smut)

1B)

is fan comic sufficient? Its not exactly a closure but more WWX trying to deal with his past

Discontented series by LaivineNinuiel (T, 85k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, JC & WWX & JYL, Night Hunts, Demonic Cultivation, Changing POVs, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Pining, Bloodbath of Nightless City, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Case Fic, yunmeng siblings reconciliation, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss)

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2. Hi🌸 Do you know any fics where the cultivation world find out about wei ying beimg captured and in the burial mounds and his no golden core. They realise they musjudged him?

I'm Sorry & Thank You by Iamnotawriter (T, 12k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Golden Core, Canon-Typical Violence, lqr's epipheny, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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3. Olá, tudo bem ? Você tem uma sugestão de Fic numa dinâmica beta e ômega? (Eng translation using translate.com: Hello, how are you? Do you have a suggestion of Fic in a beta and omega dynamic?) @silvanagomes87

sacrifice by quillifer (E, 9k, WangXian, light pain kink, Heat/rut, A/B/O Dynamics, A/B/O, light mythology insp, canon setting au, Slight Dirty Talk, very minor pregnancy kink, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Omega LWJ, Beta WWX)

A Sword With No Hilt by Deastar (E, 17k, wangxian, rape/non-con, canon divergence, ABO, beta/omega, omega LWJ, beta WWX, Qíshān Wēn Indoctrination, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, I wouldn't say we're quite in dead dove territory but this is a heavy one so proceed with caution, Guilt, Shame, Psychological Trauma, Non-Consensual Humiliation, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, this universe's version of rape culture turned up to 11) this one contains a lot of sexual trauma but it is VERY good and shows how they try to heal together in the aftermath

The Dare by Deastar (E, 16k, wangxian, ABO, beta/omega, omega WWX, beta LWJ, canon divergence, two self-sacrificing idiots go on a journey of self-discovery through the medium of marathon sex, unapologetically a fix-it, Post-Sunshot) This one is also a LITTLE angsty but mostly very sweet

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4. For the next intmf post your favourite 10-20k getting together fics? Modern or canon era ! (Preferably top!lz)

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

The Fault in Our Stars by Vamillepudding (T, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Romantic Comedy, Comedy of Errors, Misunderstandings, the title makes it sound like a cancer story, it's not a cancer story)

I'll meet you coming backwards by ilip13 (E, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, Time Travel, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mostly soft fluff though, First Meetings, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blow Jobs, the mortifying ordeal of waking up and discovering you have a husband)

heart like a haunted house by Sanguis (E, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, casefic, Witches, Haunted House, Magical Realism, Mild Gore, Pining, Getting Together, Explicit Sex)

simple love | 簡單愛 by auberjing (E, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Strangers to Lovers, Caretaking, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Smut, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Nude Photos, Nude Modeling)

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5. Thank you so much for your hard work! I have a request for an ITMF but I don't even know if it exists! I'm hoping for some sort of time loop/groundhog day fix-it type WangXian fic. Any ideas? @greywake

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy)

Respair by donutsweeper (T, 9k, WangXian, Time Loop, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Night Hunts, Resentful Energy, Post-Canon)

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

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy) haven't read this one yet but have heard good things!

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6. Hi! ITMF supportive/protective Madame Yu? She doesn't have to be outrageously kind and sweet and ooc, but I would love to see her take on a bit of a helpful motherly role to WWX, JC, and JY, and I would LOVE to see her teach them to fight or protect them.

some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending) she isn't the focus and just a background character in this one but i loved the scenes she had with wwx

❤️ the thing with feathers by RoseThorne  (G, 43k, wangxian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Fear, Recovery, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Grief, Adoption, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect)

A Mother's Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 168k, WIP, WangXian, ChengQing, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, YLLZ WWX, Getting Together, MXY Lives) kinda does this, tho madam yu is definitely influenced by her own motivations, rather than just kindness of her heart

Therefore, You Should Get To Know Him First by FlorQuinnUwU (G, 41k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Out of Character, For reasons, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Family Feels, Family Bonding, Sunshot Campaign, Good Sibling JC, Good Sibling WWX, Good Parents JFM and YZY, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels)

Zephyrs Blowing Below the Violet by Comfect (T, 64k, FengYuan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Bad to Good Parenting, cursing, Anger Management, No Golden Core Transfer, Bad Parent YZY, Good Parent YZY, POV YZY, YZY Learning and Adapting, Not Everything Ends Up Sad, Happy Ending, YZY & JFM Live)

Sun Stained Lotus by MidnightLightHowlite (T, 70k, wangxian, YZY&WWX, good parent YZY, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, miscommunication)

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas (M, 51k, WWX & YZY, JFM/YZY,  implied wangxian, WWX/WC, WWX/others, rape/non-con, modern, hurt/comfort, protective YZY, good parent YZY, hospitals, medical procedures, vomiting, trauma)

The Spider and Hound by Alexirose (T, 29k, YZY/WRH, wangxian, JC/LXC, JYL/NMJ, canon divergence, slow burn, Likeable YZY, Motherly instincts and love, JFM is confusing, YZY badass mother, YZY scoldings, Good Parent YZY, Angst, Cultivation World DRAMA, JGS Bashing, Changed WC, WLJ Bashing, Shy WX, WRH Redemption-ish, Hot WRH, Blood and more blood, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Dry Humor, YZY & WZL friendship, intimacy, YZY pov, Hurt/Eventual Comfort, Trauma, Protective YZY, JFM & YZY argue, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Drama, Hallucinations, POV WRH, New Cultivation/Magic, WIP)

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7. Hello! Thank you for finding all these different fics it makes my reading experience much better! I've been wanting to find found family-esque fics of wangxian (or just lwj) raising or taking care of or being parental figures to Sizhui AND Jingyi! Thank you once again for this page and all that you do <3 @elymansss

Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, WangXian, Case Fic, No Sunshot Campaign, AU in canon setting, Kid Fic, dadxian, Strangers to Lovers, Found Family, POV LWJ, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Fake/Pretend Relationship, First Time, Falling in love in metaphors)

and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Angst with a Happy Ending)

oh, these are real things by typefortydeductions (E, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, The Porn Is the Plot, Kink Negotiation, Under-negotiated Kink, Safewording, Light BDSM, Dom/sub, Fisting, Sex Crying, lil bit of gender stuff, Panic Attacks, Top Drop)

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8. hello! for the next itmf, do you know of any fics where Wei Wuxian's habit of fainting (presumably into LZ) comes up? id love it if it was a plot point, but ill take any fics where he does faint

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, WWX & WQ, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, golden core reveal, fix it, everyone lives au, angst w/ happy ending, hurt WWX, found family, implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced cannibalism, PTSD, golden core transfer Fix-It, major character injury, WWX has a new golden core, asexual JC, whump, marriage proposal, wedding night) addresses in an AU sort of way

to the river of rivers by haysel (T, 27k, wangxian, post-canon, character study, pining, dissociation, getting together, misunderstanding, trauma, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort)

梅花开放 | the plum blossoms bloom by doubletan (E, 6k, WangXian, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Established Relationship, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Post-Canon, Anal Sex, Kissing, Crying, a lot of crying)

Not What We May Be by brooklinegirl (E, 29k, wangxian, post-canon, pining, bed sharing, case fic, hurt/Comfort)

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, wangxian)

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9. hii!! for the next itmf, im really struggling to find modern or canon fics where wx have some kind of secret, like that they hide from their families and friends?? honestly, the problem is that i dont really know how to explain if, but secret relationships, some secret job, secret identity. it would be nice if both of them were into the secret. im sorry if no one can understand this request, though im fine with whatever you find!! thank you <33

Hiraeth by cherrywhiskey (E, 155k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff & Angst, Friends With Benefits, Pining while Fucking, Falling In Love, Separation, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Second chances, food as a metaphor for love, canon-typical Jiang family dynamics, fighting, Bottom LWJ, Switching, Versatile WangXian)

Always Be Closing by betts (E, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, America, Office, Kid Fic, Drunken Kissing, Semi-Public Sex, Sexting, Divorce, Falling In Love, Bank Robbery, Secret Relationship, Co-workers)

In Which They Are (Not So) Secretly Married by panda_desu (T, 99k, wangxian, canon divergence, fem WWX, secret relationship, secret marriage, implied sexual content, implied dub con, fluff, everyone lives au, no sunshot, intimacy, childbirth) if you dont mind reading fem!WWX i think this fit the criteria?

Post-war baby! by like_a_bird_that_flew (E, 24k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mpreg, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal, ooc probably, Domestic Fluff, Good Uncle LQR, A-Yuan is Wangxian's son, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, brief mention of the Lan parent's dubious marriage, Weddings, Wedding Night, Eventual Smut, Established Relationship, petnames, Non-Graphic Depiction of Childbirth, Happy Ending, Pregnant WWX, Unplanned Pregnancy)

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10. ITMF WWX's golden core reveal in a big shocking scandalous way! The more dramatic the better!

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11. For the next ITMF, a) where are the Wen Ruohan redemption fics? Sami mentioned it in some endnotes and now I'm curious!

b) I'm rereading Sami's masterwork series, but I'm also craving more Lan Zhan is not a Lan fics (ever or anymore). Any recs? @mreisse

11A)

Communal Child-Rearing and Other Diplomatic Necessities by Elpie (Horribibble)

To the Heavens and the Earth by IsilmeLasgalen (E, 77k, WangXian, NingSong, XuanLi, MingXu, ChengYu, WWX is a Wēn, Marriage of Convenience, Accidental Marriage, Implied Mpreg, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, CSSR and WCZ Live, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Good Person WRH, Immortal WangXian, POV LXC, Mpreg, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Emperor WWX, Emperor LWJ, Past WWX/Other(s), Everybody Lives, Fluff, Angst, Smut, LWJ is LJY's Parent)

there r a few wrh fics in the vein of 'wrh finds out wwx is actually his long lost son/grandson and wants wwx to join the wen/like wrh both for personal and practical reasons' and so puts his plans of domination indefinitely on hold. So u might find a few under 'wwx is a wen' type tags.

nirejseki on ao3 (@robininthelabyrinth) has some

11B)

no step had trodden black by Stratisphyre (T, 32k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, madam lan lives, past rape, golden core reveal, hurt/Comfort, referenced to attempted suicide & suicidal thoughts, canon-typical violence)

The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 26k, LJY & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Drama, Recovery, Coming of Age, Secret Identity Fail, Friendship, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Road Trips, Sort Of, POV Multiple, Happy Ending) In this fic LWJ became a rogue cultivator not long after WWX death but the focus in this fic is not on LWJ but on LJY and WWX. There are LWJ POV too

lost no more series by hamlets_ghost (G, 43k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, Angst, mention of imprisonment, hurt little comfort, child LXC, child LWJ, this does not have a happy ending im sorry, LQR tries his best, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, alcohol mention, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, LXC POV, LWJ POV, Pre-Relationship, WWX POV, pre- cloud recess arc, Pre-Canon, some violence, NMJ POV, Light Angst, mention of intention of punishing yourself (see chapter notes), madam lan left with lwj as a child AU, LXC deserves a hug not lan elder friendly, this is not how to raise a child, So much angst, Isolation, Loneliness, Hurt/very little comfort, LXC centric, wangxian is very cute and domestic, mention of punishment Gusu Lan style, Burning of the Cloud Recesses)

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12. I know this is more ITMF but any fic where LXC and LWJ relationship (as siblings) is explored like it could be strained or complicated specially after JGY or WY or just in general? Or it could be LXC bashing but I really wanna see the sibling dynamics 👉👈 --This one was moved from the last FF post to this one ~Mod L

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 193k, WIP, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) I think the "twelve moons and a fortnight" series on ao3 may have some of this, it definitely has some EPIC post canon lxc processing/reacting to canon events scenes (link in #16)

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13. Hie! I'm in the mood for a fanfic where wangxian adopts a baby/toddler (but no age restrictions really) [a-yuan exists and has the age he has now]. Please no calling Wei Wuxian a mom and it'd be nice if it had a more serious tone. @rkivees​

Little One by arcadenemesis (E, 8k, wangxian, post-canon, accidental baby acquisition, rated E for Everyday, case fic) probably not exactly what they had in mind, but “Little One” by arcadenemesis fits the bill and is really good. (WWX is called mom in a scene)

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14. Hi!!! ITMF for time travel fics but it's the juniors who go back to the past! :D I've read "The Stuff of Legend" by pupeez4eva and I really liked it!

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

How Much Love Has the Inch Long Grass by Vainwyrm (M, 12k, WIP, WangXian, ZhuiLingYi, XuanLi, Time Travel Fix-It, Permanent Injury, Disability, Canon Disabled Character, Physical Disability, Non-canon disabled character, Self-Worth Issues)

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15. Hello! I’ve been craving some wholesome junior quartet fics. More specifically I’d like it to be about the kids in the Gusu-lectures. If not any I’m fine with some post-canon junior shenanigans. Thank you in advance. @itstheinfamoushogwartsjaguar​

Grim Grinning Ghosts by Theladyofravenclaw (G, 3k, Junior Quartet, Ghost City, mxtx crossover, WWX's Birthday, the juniors shenanigans, Gambling, slight mention of gore once they enter the city, but nothing very graphic)

Lan Sizhui's Got a Crush! By Theladyofravenclaw (T, 46k, Junior Quartet, LSZ/OFC, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Case Fic, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Body Horror, Mild Gore, Post-Canon)

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16. Hey for the next itmf can i get any fics where yunmeng brothers reconcile but Jiang cheng is the one who apologises? Like genuine remorse over his actions . Or a fic where lan qiren / lan xichen apologise. I don't know something along those lines because i have been feeling how I just the first siege was and i need the cultivation clans to apologise see the product of their actions and so on ...

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) "twelve moons and a fortnight" series is EXCELLENT. There's an EPIC scene with lxc reacting to everything post canon in the main fic. There's also a marvelous side story in the series set during wwx's death where jc gets invited to Lan sizhui's courtesy name ceremony (which is how everyone learns this Lan heir even exists). And jc realizes he's his brother's kid and gives him "the bow of a dead beloved shixiong" - only sect bro older than jc was wwx, but no one living remembers. Greatwriting

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17. Hi there. So I'm currently in the mood of reading wangxian AU or canon divergence fics. If possible the fics shouldn't be a short story, and I really, really just want WangXian, other characters may appear or mentioned, but I'm not in the mood of reading other chara's self importance appearance, so yeah just wangxian.

E.g a canon divergence when LWJ took WWX to an exile after the bloodbath in Nightless City, or a scenario where they were in the run, or the post 13 years WangXian just run away and don't give a shit about the revenge drama NHS and JGY are having about, anyway, it must be 90% of the fic, should be about wangxian.

To be more specific, perhaps some canon divergence where wangxian just don't give a shit about the cultivation world? Either before the First siege happen, or post 13 years, but preferably before wwx dying because I think it's a pity for a fine man like YLLaozu to die, lol. Just a pair of husband running away, live in seclusion, feeling discovery, etc.

Or an AU of soulmate or abo, or martial arts au, royal drama au, where it's, again, only about wangxian.

I would love it if you could kindly give me some recc🙂 Thank you, and G'day~! @catmaid-san

Disclaimer for the next few recs, it's been a while since I've read these but I recall them being pretty focused on wangxian ~Mod L

the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 38k, wangxian, canon divergence, after the yiling date, sick child)

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, canon divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Canon-Typical Violence, Happy Ending, Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except Wen Ning But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts, Podfic Available, Spanish Translation Available)

Diverge by WithBroomBefore (T, 13k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it of sorts, angst w happy ending, first kiss, implied sexual content, golden core reveal, LWJ pov, established relationship, sick fic, LWJ stays in the burial mounds, everyone lives au)

You Are My Euphoria by orphan_account (M, 17k, wangxian, canon divergence, fluff, making out, 5+1, pining)

love & longing, rabbit edition. by jaws_3 (G, 18k, wangxian, canon divergence, animal transformation, pining, fluff, first kiss, getting together, rabbit LWJ)

body and soul by TooSel (E, 41k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, marriage proposal, everyone lives au, politics, yiling wei sect, adoption, smut, Friends to lovers, angst w happy ending)

I would wait for a thousand years by bleuett (T, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, post-canon, memory loss, hurt/comfort, reunions, curses, intimacy, yearning, happy ending, Chinese mythology & folklore, immortality, fluff)

blossoms at the roadside by bleuett (T, 13k, wangxian, different first meetings, gardens & gardening, getting together, tenderness, happy ending)

Three changes. by orange_crushed (M, 18k, wangxian, Fluff, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses study arc, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Kissing, Fade to Black, Mild Sexual Content, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot, falling In Love, Non-Graphic Violence, Everyone Lives au, Sparring, Harm to Animals, Don't Worry The Animal is Fine Wangji Makes Sure of That, Developing Friendships, Wangji Makes Friends At Summer School, None Of This Makes Sense Until You Remember They Are All Teenage Boys, teenagers in love, They're A Mess Your Honor (And I Love Every One Of Them), Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, First Time)

Under every sky, in every way by naqaashi (M, 15k, wangxian, Curses, Curse Breaking, Merji, Love Confessions, Pining, Genius WWX, Little Mermaid Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst w Happy Ending, Feelings Realization, Lan Wangji is a Mermaid, Idiots in Love, Getting to Know Each Other, Oblivious WWX, Falling In Love, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Making Out, Fairy Tale Elements, Public Display of Affection, shameless wangxian, Married wangxian, Accidental Voyeurism, Fix-It, Mythical Beings & Creatures)

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