#until one of them breaks and you panic and have to apologize and fix it lol

[theman-themyth-theanemone]

Deer do live in my area, but I haven’t seen any in a while, so it was odd today when I was going to school and I saw one standing in someone’s yard. I thought that was cool, but I didn’t think much of it, until I was going home from school and saw a deer far away from where I saw the first one. Twice in a day when I haven’t seen any in weeks definitely feels like a sign of Artemis, especially when I was wearing a pair of devotional earrings I gave to her. It’s at times like these I wish I knew divination better, but for now I’ll pour a libation and see if she sends another sign 💚🌙

[moonstruckme]

Hi so sorry I was t clear in my earlier request! Emt!marauders and reader in an established relationship who’s anxious about either being poorly or being injured - perhaps she breaks a bone and it’s the first time she’s done so? So not only is she hurting but she’s nervous?

No worries lovely, thank you for your request!!

cw: broken bone, nothing graphic, I'm not very happy with this but I can't figure out how to fix it so here you go sorry <3

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

It’s one of those mind-numbing, paperwork-filled days that makes James feel unproductive and twitchy and makes him forget the fact that no one calling them about severe injuries or death is, in an objective sense, a good thing. He’s moved outside to the ambulance to try and get some sun while he works, and his boyfriends have followed. Sirius is tapping his pen aimlessly on a half-filled out form while Remus is diligently working through his pile, when they’re all gratefully distracted by Remus’ phone ringing. 

“Hello?” 

James catches the way his boyfriend’s expression tenses upon answering, and Sirius looks up when his voice turns gentle and soothing. Ironically, Remus’ calmest tone is an alarm bell for them both. 

“No, don’t worry about it, lovely. What’s going on?” 

“Put her on speaker,” Sirius whisper-shouts. 

Remus waves him off with a hand, brows sewing together as he cradles the phone close to his cheek. “Okay.” He starts moving with hurried steps towards the front of the ambulance. James’ stomach hollows out, and he and Sirius hop down and start closing the rear doors. “Okay, where are you now?” 

James steals his chance to ride up front with Remus, forcing Sirius to ride in the back. The other boy shoots him a sharp, half-hearted glare before shutting himself in. 

“Alright,” says Remus, still in that measured tone. “Just take a breath, sweetheart. We’re coming to get you. I’m passing the phone to James so I can drive, okay?” James holds his hand out eagerly. Sirius has all but jammed his face into the window connecting the driver’s compartment to the back. She’s crying, Remus mouths to them both. “Okay. Love you.” 

Remus doesn’t so much release the phone as James snatches it away. “Hi, angel,” he says, squeezing his boyfriend’s fingers in belated apology. “You alright?” 

There’s a shaky breath on the other end of the line, like you’re trying to do as Remus said and steady yourself. James finds that his heart trembles with it. “I’m okay,” you reply tightly. “I, um, I fell off my bike, and I think I’ve really hurt my wrist.” 

Panic laces your words, and James feels like his own blood is moving quicker just at the sound of it. He leans close to the window so Sirius can hear, doing his best to make his own voice easy and cheering. “Aw, that’s shit. But no worries, yeah? We’ll be there soon to help with that. You’re not still in the road, are you?” 

“No, I’m in the grass.” Another big inhale. “I moved my bike out of the way, too.” 

He finds himself nodding encouragingly as if you’ll sense it through the phone. “Good idea.” 

“I’m worried it might be broken.” 

“Your bike or your wrist?” 

“My wrist.” Your voice wobbles. A low pitying sound comes from the back of Sirius’ throat. 

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” James reassures you. “If it is, we’ll deal with it. We see that sort of thing all the time, you know? Just sit tight, we’ll worry about it when we get there.” 

He keeps you on the phone up until they can see you down the street. Sirius hops out of the back while they’re still rolling, causing Remus to sigh and mutter something about accident-happy partners. 

“My poor darling,” Sirius croons, keeping one eye on the arm you’re holding in your lap as he kisses a path down your nose to your lips. “I knew this fucking bike was out to get you.” 

“It’s my fault, I took the turn too fast,” you say. Your eyes move past him as James and Remus start toward you, guilt making its way into your expression. “Sorry for calling you all at work. I didn’t know what else to do.” 

Remus tsks. “I already told you it’s fine. And this is exactly the sort of thing you should call our work for.” 

James nods his agreement vehemently. He crouches in front of you, holding out his hands. “Can I have a look?” 

Tentatively, almost warily, you give him your arm. 

“You scraped up your leg pretty badly,” Sirius notes, brushing some gravel away from your knee. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” 

“Not really, just my hands and my—ah!” You hiss in through your teeth, tears springing to your eyes as James palpates your wrist. He stops. 

“Sorry, angel.” He leans down to kiss your knuckles lightly. “Yeah, I think your distal radius is fractured.” 

Though he’s careful not to move your wrist or touch it any more, you look even closer to tears. 

“What does that mean?” you ask tremulously. 

“Only that there’s some kind of fracture in the big bone here,” Remus explains, running his finger gently over your forearm. “It’s a good sign that there’s nothing poking out. It could be small yet, but we won’t know until we get an x-ray.” 

You nod, looking largely uncomforted. “And so what do we do?” 

“You don’t do anything, gorgeous.” Sirius pecks you on the cheek. “You only need to sit pretty while we get you all cleaned up and in a splint, and then we’ll take you to the hospital to get that x-ray. Sound doable?” 

You hesitate for a handful of seconds. “Yeah,” you say, but your voice is tightening and your face pinching with nerves. James rubs his thumb over the unhurt part of your forearm. You let out a stilted little laugh, blinking hard. “Sorry, I’ve just never broken anything before.” 

“It’s alright,” Remus soothes. “It makes sense to be nervous, but we know how to handle this. You’ll be fine.” 

You nod with more conviction this time. “Okay,” you exhale. 

“That’s it, love. Take a couple more breaths like that.” 

You do. When you’re finished, your expression is more even. “Is it going to hurt?” 

“A little bit, probably,” James says honestly. “But not nearly as bad as when it happened and not for long.” 

You chew your lip, and Sirius smears a kiss across your temple. “We’re gonna take good care of you, sweetheart.” 

“I know,” you say in a small voice. “Could someone maybe hold my hand?” 

All three of them melt, but Remus volunteers before either of the other two can. “Yeah,” he says, scooting closer to you and picking up your good hand. “I can do that, lovely. Squeeze if you need to, alright?” 

Sirius brought the splint down from the ambulance with him, so he and James ready that while you lean your head on Remus’ shoulder and he draws slow patterns into the back of your hand. You’re suddenly calmer than you have been since they got you on the phone. They get the gravel out of your palm before splinting your wrist, and you don’t seem to mind the process so much with one of your boyfriends pressing his lips to your hair and the other two praising you amply after every adjustment. 

In fact, by the time they’ve cleaned all your cuts and Sirius is bandaging your thigh, James thinks you might have found a silver lining to your injuries. 

[joonipertree]

part 2!

Pro-racer Mikey that needs to do photoshoots and commercials every once in a while because he's famous and has a pretty face

He's put into his tracksuit or into lavish clothes to pose for the masses and a lot of people realise that Mikey has a presence on the camera that's unshakeable

And so....they decide to have him model for a photoshoot with one of the biggest models of the industry. Which works!! It's fine

They're just pictures.

But then the model posts a selfie of Mikey and her. and she says nothing but puts a heart in the caption.

And the speculations run WILD

Comments upon comments of shipping them together, calling them a power couple.

And you sit there, stuck in a doom scroll as you see one tweet after the other. You stare at your boyfriend, black hair neatly kept and smile wide like it always was, and you see the pretty girl.

And within seconds, you feel stupid for feeling insecure because Mikey had literally spent all morning peppering you in kisses, it was IMPOSSIBLE to pry him off even though he had a shoot and Draken had to come haul his ass up and out the door.

The man had texted you complaining how the food was blegh and how he missed your face.

There's no reason to be jealous.

So you turned off your phone and when Mikey came home, exhausted but very happy to see you....you let him smother you in kisses.

And it's forgotten

Until an unofficial bonus picture was released, on the magazine's Instagram page.

Him and the model, her leaning down as he sits on a chair...his hand wrapped around her wrist while their faces are inches close to each other.

It took three seconds to switch your phone off, throw it away and break down sobbing with whatever rational thought you had leaving your head.

You didn't need to read the comments to know what they were saying. You didn't need to wait until your friend's message you to ask if you're okay, out of pity. You didn't need his friends to call you in defense of him. You didn't need him to realise what had happened.

It was all a PR stunt so why would he even need to apologize. It was just a picture. Two people who were attractive being in close proximity to each other, being ogled by millions...being perceived as perfect for each other. As 'pleasing to the eye'

Now, Mikey was filming a commercial when this happened. He'd been chatting with the co-star while the cameras rolled when he noticed Ken-chin whisper into his phone.

The man looked annoyed, ready to argue but going rigid before sighing.

With a whisper to the director, everything paused as Ken waved his phone and said it was for Mikey. That it was Emma.

There was immediate panic because there's no way it wouldn't be an emergency. And he was right, his eyes widened and body grew stiff in seconds hearing his sister berate him.

For being a bastard, for breaking your heart like that.

She demanded he fixed it and when he was about to ask what was going on.....Draken shoved another phone into Mikeys hand...the instagram page of the magazine opened.

Oh. Fuck no

"I'm leaving." Mikey yelled out, startling everyone in the room, his years of being a gang leader coming out.

"What do you mean---"

Draken blocked the director's view, hands behind his back as he went back into the position of the second in command.

"You heard him."

"He has a contract--"

"He doesn't give a fuck."

[dotthings]

It took 1000 fake Deans until brainwashed Cas could kill a fake Dean without hesitation, and when it comes to the real thing he absolutely cannot. Naomi knows Cas’s personal attachment to Dean, she had to use 1000 fake Deans after all, she knows, yet she completely underestimated how strong Cas’s love is. Kind of like how Amara really thought her thrall over Dean would be stronger than Dean’s love for Cas.

“If he’s so sketchy, why were you praying to him?” Yeah Dean, why is that? And Dean’s so WORRIED about Cas. He knows something is off, and that there are unanswered questions as to how Cas got out of Purgatory. Cas can be ruthless and impulsive but this detached, cold version isn’t right and Dean knows it. He just wants Cas to be Cas and to be okay.

“If you’re in there and you can hear me, you don’t have to do this”

“This isn’t right” “I won’t hurt Dean”

“Cas, fight this, this is not you”

“What have you done to me”

The intercutting of Dean trying to reach brainwashed Cas and brainwashed Cas pushing back against Naomi’s influence is *chef’s kiss*

“I fixed you”/“I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna cure you of your human weakness same way I cured my own–by cutting it out.” Naomi and Ishim and their resentment of the love between Dean and Cas. Angels treating it like an abomination, a blasphemy, a disease, something broken in Cas, something that needs to be cured. The conversion therapy metaphor could not be louder.

“You want it? Take it. But you’re going to have to kill me first. Come on, you coward. Do it!” I know Dean is fairly clueless about the depth of Cas’s feelings for him, but some part of him knows because he deliberately goads brainwashed Cas. He knows something’s very wrong and the way through is to force Cas to the wall, to get through to Cas to break Cas free. Because Dean does know on some level. Dean believes Cas won’t be able to kill him. Dean knows. Dean believes.

“Cas. It’s me. We’re family. We need you. I need you.” It’s the “it’s me” that tips me off how much Dean actually knows. It’s not just an abstract idea to Dean about Cas being good, he does, somewhere in his brain, understand it’s about himself, too. That they have a particular connection. It’s me.

reciprocates for a long time. I think for Dean to say “I love you” at this point would have been too soon, for Dean to express it in those exact words. Cas wasn’t ready either. He shows it other ways, just like Dean shows it other ways. But it’s there. It’s as good as said. And Dean didn’t have to add the “I need you”—note the progression of we/familial terms to very specific “I.” It’s a big deal Dean says Cas is family, but he already said as much in late S6 and so the actual revelatory thing here is “I need you.”

“You have to choose, Castiel. Us or them.” Oooooh such suspense we just don’t know what Cas will choose!!! It is interesting Naomi uses the plural pronoun “them” when we know this is most of all about Dean.

Cas stops, he drops the angel blade first. And only then picks up the angel tablet. “What broke the connection.” Clueless idiots in love.

Dean only asks one thing. For Cas to stop.

It’s so unhinged that even after all that, when Cas reaches out to Dean to heal him, Dean still panics and doesn’t understand Cas won’t hurt him. Even after Dean’s faith that when it came down to it, Cas won’t be able to kill him, and he was proven right when Cas stopped and he dropped the angel blade. Dean contains multitudes. And it’s so unhinged that even after all that, after Cas gently put his whole palm tenderly against Dean’s cheek when he could have healed Dean with a finger to his forehead, even after the gentleness of Cas’s regrets and sincere apology and them talking out how Naomi had been controlling Cas, even after all that, Cas still thinks he has to go this alone and he has to keep the angel tablet safe by himself and he vanishes. Running from Dean again.

The most requited unrequited mutual pining love story. Cas is the repressed one who quietly painfully pines and his heart keeps breaking through, past the uncanny remote angelic surface, past the constant running away, he shows how deeply in love he is with Dean. Dean wears his heart on his sleeve and he is loud af and is in love with what he thinks is an unattainable object and who could blame him for not comprehending his love is returned. Cas is so often running away.

[millieisawriter]

Stitch you up

arthur morgan x reader

summary: a fanfiction where arthur finds your own journal where you wrote about him

wc: 1.2k

english isn't my first language

♡this wasn't requested, but if you wish to request something you're more than welcome♡

all pics are from pinterest

You had joined the gang recently, and immediately noticed him. Arthur Morgan. The big, bad mystery of a man. Soon enough you learnt that he had a past more wounded than anyone you've ever known, and you wanted to help him.

God, you wanted to help him so badly, stitch up the wounds he hid from everyone else, light up his darkness even at the cost of your own light. But you didn't know scaring the shadows away won't be easy. It was as if he didn't let you do it, scared it will break you. Little did he know, the rejection hurt you like a gentle hammer to the heart.

You could be a bit scatterbrained at times. Like that one time when you left your journal god knows where. Writing down your thoughts always seemed to help you feel better, but now there was a risk someone could find it and read it.

Arthur never planned on finding your journal, nor had he intended to read it. He saw it abandoned by the tree where you often sat alone in the evenings, writing while the others laughed and drank by the fire. His hand hovered over it, hesitating. He knew he should leave it be, or better - return it, but curiosity twisted tight in his chest.

Your handwriting was delicate but hurried, with little mistakes probably caused by you glancing around from time to time, checking if no one is looking into the journal over your shoulder. Arthur knew he shouldn't look where he didn't belong. But he kept flipping, kept glancing over the words like he was pulled by a higher force.

Until that one page...

I tried to stitch you up with thread from my own skin, thought maybe my bones could be your bandages. I couldn't fix you and broke myself in the process. But you stay empty and I stay broken, a ruined sacrifice for a love that never wanted saving.

Arthur stared at the words, re-reading them a few times. He felt it in his core, even if no name was mentioned, he knew well who you wrote about. Too well.

His heart was thudding when he shut the journal closed. He had known you had a thing for him, but he thought it's just an infatuation that will eventually pass. Now it turned out your feelings ran deep.

He searched for you, intending to give back the journal as if nothing happened, as if he hadn't read a single word. But from the panic in your eyes, even if the rest of your body tried to remain calm, he knew that you knew.

"I uh... found this by the tree," he muttered, helding the little journal out to you.

You took it, your gaze dropping to the ground in embarrassment, and instead of thanking the man, you said, "I'm sorry."

Arthur looked away, swallowing his words. He should be the one apologizing. You did nothing wrong, developing feelings wasn't your fault. Reading your journal, however, was Arthur's choice.

"Nothin' to be sorry for," he managed to say, "I shouldn't have read it. I– I don't know why I did."

He didn't meet your gaze. Instead, now he was the one looking at the ground. As if he wanted to dig a hole and dug all his guilt and embarrassment there.

"I didn't mean for anybody to see this," you still felt the need to explain yourself, "I know what I wrote must seem so foolish to you."

He shook his head and finally looked at you, "Ain't foolish. Just... I ain't the man for you. Truth be told, I ain't the man for anyone."

That was exactly what you wished to prove him wrong. You wanted him to believe he could be loved. He was worth it, even if he couldn't see it. You wanted to make him see it.

"Says who?" You asked.

He sighed.

It was his concious decision. Nobody had to tell him. He knew he can't be a bad man and expect good things to happen to him. The past had told him enough.

"Says me," he muttered eventually, "I know what I am, I know what I've done. You, on the other hand, you–"

You interrupted him, "Don't give me that, Arthur. I know what you are, too. And so what of it? You're not a bad man, you're just... broken."

"And I won't burden you with fixin' me. Don't do this to yourself, don't go gettin' hurt over someone like me."

"What if I want to be burdened with it?"

That was foolish, way too foolish, to love someone for such a short period of time, but the feeling for some reason so strong you wanted to be their bandage, their stitches, their cure. It didn't make sense, but has love ever made sense?

But, damn it, Arthur would be lying if he said he didn't want it. He had lied so many times already, saying he doesn't feel the same, but his heart ached for you. He wished he could touch you, kiss you, feel you, fully convinced it could fix him so easily.

"We're both fools," he said, his eyes meeting yours and in them you could see the truth. He could reject you as many times as he'd like, but his eyes were longing for you in ways you wished for.

"Maybe," you agreed, your lips curling into a sad smile, "but if being a fool means having the chance to love you... then I'll gladly be one."

Not letting you love him was what broke you, but he was scared letting you do it, would be even worse. But this time, he didn't pull away when you moved closer to him.

Maybe in his eyes, he wasn't worthy of you, of your feelings, of being fixed, of any of what you were willing to give him. But in yours... he was worthy of way more than what this life could offer.

You reached up, your palm landing on his jaw, the stubble nicely tickling your soft skin. This touch was something he longed for from the moment he knew you wanted him the way he wanted you. Your touch sent a weave of warmth through him, as if it had any healing powers.

He closed his eyes, partially because he couldn't quite bear the weight of his own feelings, and partially because he wanted to stay like this for as long as possible. To memorize your touch in case this will never happen again.

"We're both fools," he repeated, his eyes opening, and he gently took your wrist and moved your hand so that he could place a kiss on the back of it, "but if you're willin', then I reckon I am too."

There was just something about you that made this man feel like maybe misery isn't something he's sentenced to for the rest of his life. Maybe there was a flicker of hope, too. Maybe for once he could love and be loved in peace, if he tries to deserve it.

[devildom-drabbles]

Snippet - Getting Spooked

Felt inspired by the spooky season to write out a headcanon I've had in mind for a while. Enjoy! 👻

How does everyone react to being jump scared by MC?

Lucifer simply flinches, not making a single audible sound.  He quickly realizes from MC’s expression that they were intentionally trying to scare him, which makes him narrow his gaze at them.  Luckily for the human, all he does is sigh in annoyance and warn them not to do it again before going about his business.  (Unless you’re looking for consequences, MC, you’re better off heeding his words.). In the back of his mind, he can't believe they actually startled him, so he'll be more alert than normal for the rest of the day.

Mammon, perhaps to no one’s surprise, jumps up with a loud high-pitched scream like a classic cartoon character.  There ain’t no way he’s stickin’ around with a ghost nearby, so he’s ready to take off running!  However, he stops in his tracks when he hears MC’s reaction to his panic.  His alarm immediately turns into embarrassment as he proceeds to assert that he wasn't that scared by their "lame attempt" to catch him off guard. He then complains about what they did and demands “compensation” for the near-heart attack he had.

Leviathan yelps in surprise and accidentally drops his game controller in the process.  His cheeks are flushed the moment he notices MC near him.  Oh no, he must’ve looked so lame to them just now!  On top of that, his game character fell off a ledge!  Ughhh, this is just the worst!  Feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment, he begs MC not to scare him like that anymore. (His heart already goes “doki doki” for enough reasons because of you, MC, so please don’t add “jump scares” to the list!)

MC’s jump scare causes Satan to tighten his grip on his book as his eyes widen.  He whips his head in their direction, and in the next second, he’s scowling at them.  Because of them, he lost his focus and the line he was in the middle of reading.  They have to give him a good explanation for their action or apologize in order to quell his bubbling anger.  He ultimately lets it slide, but he will get back at them for this in an equally playful manner.  A jump scare revenge is best served cold...

Asmodeus shrieks in an overdramatic fashion, because if he’s going to be scared, everyone has to know about it and feel inclined to come to his rescue.  (Truthfully, he was only startled, so a normal gasp would’ve sufficed.)  No matter how much he adores this human, he still huffs at MC for what they’ve done.  Look! Now his clothes and hair are slightly disheveled!  And what if his skin breaks out later because of the stress from being scared?!  They’re now “required" to console him from this experience until he feels better, which could range from helping him fix his appearance to giving him a long comforting hug.

Beelzebub doesn’t react at all.  He doesn’t even mildly choke on the food he’s chowing down when MC abruptly appears.  Instead, he swallows what’s in his mouth so that he can talk to them properly, wondering if they’d like to try one of his snacks.  After MC explicitly tells him what they were doing, he mutters an “oh” before apologizing to them and promising to try to look scared if they ever do it again.  If they do happen to give it another try, the most they’ll see from him is his raised eyebrows.  He’s just not a very expressive or easily spooked guy.

The main reason Belphegor becomes startled by MC’s jump scare is because he’s just about to doze off.  You know that feeling you sometimes get when you’re on the verge of falling asleep and suddenly feel like you’re actually falling, which jerks you awake?  Yeah, that’s basically what you did to him, MC, and he doesn’t appreciate it.  He grumbles about it before deciding to pull the human closer and make them nap with him as “punishment.”

Diavolo is somewhat surprised initially and even asks MC what they’re doing.  After they explain they were trying to give him a jump scare, a wide grin stretches across his face as he expresses his amusement and how they did a pretty good job of catching him off guard.  He thinks the concept is fun and will want to do it to MC in return in the near future.  (He also tries to scare Lucifer and Barbatos repeatedly in hopes of getting a good reaction out of them, which eventually leads to him getting lectured by them just to make him stop.)

Barbatos is impossible to jump scare, as he seems to have eyes in the back of his head and ears sharper than any other being in existence.  As such, when MC tries to startle him, he’s completely unfazed and merely looks over at them with a polite smile.  “Oh?  You were trying to scare me?  My apologies.  Such tactics don’t work on me, but if you’d like, I could pretend to be alarmed next time.”  At least he’s willing to humor you, MC...

Simeon just blinks at MC with wide eyes before greeting them in a friendly manner and asking what they need.  It takes him a few seconds of looking at their disappointed expression for him to realize that they were trying to scare him.  He’s rarely ever startled by things like this, so he genuinely feels guilty for not giving MC more of a reaction.  Expect him to come up with something to make it up to them, even though it’s not really necessary.

“Oh!” is all Solomon says when MC tries to scare him.  He wasn’t expecting this, but he’s dealt with enough surprise attacks over the years that he doesn’t panic or overreact the moment something jumps out at him.  (He did nearly use magic on them, though...)  Upon learning MC’s intentions, he chuckles and compliments their efforts.  You’ll have to try a lot harder if you want to scare him, MC, but just know that this incident now gives him permission to do the same to you whenever he wants.

Luke is quite alarmed to the point that he stumbles backward onto his bottom.  Once he figures out what happened, he scolds the human with a pout while getting up and dusting himself off.  That wasn’t very nice or funny, MC!  He really doesn’t like being scared, or teased in such a way.  Despite how upset he is at first, he soon forgives them and moves on to eagerly tell them about an interesting food he found at the local Devildom market.

Mephistopheles screams from the shock of it, but unlike Mammon, his pitch is only a little higher than his normal voice.  There’s an awkward silence between him and MC for a few seconds before he regains his composure (save for a light, embarrassed blush) and angrily reprimands them.  He seems ready to give them a full-blown lecture on their “immature behavior” at the rate he’s going, but fortunately, it doesn’t last too long since he’d rather not spend much time on this matter.  Plus, a sincere apology from MC or a disruption from Lord Diavolo will make him stop sooner.

The moment MC jumps out, Raphael instantly summons a spear in his hand to retaliate, thinking that this is an attack.  (You weren’t expecting to be jump scared in return, huh, MC?)  MC has to quickly explain themself in order for Raphael to relax and send the spear away.  He admits that they did catch him by surprise, but he advises against any further attempts at doing this to him.  He likes them enough that he’d rather not impale them, accidentally or intentionally.

Thirteen does gasp in shock, but she recovers fairly quickly from the abrupt scare.  She’s sort of mad that MC managed to startle her, especially for their own entertainment.  Still, she can’t help but be a bit impressed by their success, which she’ll only confess aloud if she has a closer bond with the human.  Afterward, she vows to give them a good fright in return at some point, so they better prepare themself for one of her newest scary traps!

[aziraphales-library]

Hi!

I was wondering if there are any fics where the ending is still the same (aziraphale goes to heaven, crowley stays on earth) but they properly discuss it and understand each other’s choice? This may be a bit too specific so no worries if you don’t know any.

Thank you 💕

Hey! Here are some fics where the ending is the same, but they take some time to talk a little more first...

The Other Side of Forgiveness by JazzRazzberry (NR)

Crowley should leave. He should really go now, before he does anything worse than what he’s already said and done. Before he gets forgiven again. He should go, the Bentley is outside, he can drive and drink until he forgets. Before he does something stupid. Before he kisses Aziraphale again. He should just go. Although. Might as well bare everything to his angel before he’s gotta leave forever, right? Aziraphale is still looking at him with those eyes, those damned eyes.

A tight embrace to say goodbye by yellowdaisy2023 (G)

Aziraphale can feel the lump forming in the back of his throat. His eyes sting with unshed tears as he turns, looking away from Crowley. His whole body is turned away from him, almost as if he’s closing himself off. It breaks Crowley’s heart. In all the years they’ve known each other, after all the fights, they’ve never done that. They’ve never closed each other off. Crowley takes a step back, ready to leave his angel forever, when he sees the slightest shudder in Aziraphale’s shoulders. Crowley pauses, watching carefully. It happens again, a small shake in the usually tense shoulders. He’s crying. Or Someone on TikTok pointed out that Aziraphale was about to sob before Crowley kissed him and I ran with it

This is Not an Apology (This is Not a Goodbye) by ThisIsWhyILoveReading (T)

After watching Aziraphale leave for Heaven, Crowley drives to his newly-reacquired flat and decides to sleep his pain away for the next few centuries, at least. Unfortunately, a certain angel shows up at his bedside and they are forced to try and Talk Things Out.

the choiceless hope in grief by Addicted2Demons (T)

"Don't go." The words are ripped from him involuntarily, a swelling need rising behind his breastbone and expanding like a balloon at a rapid pace, terrifying him in its intensity. He wasn't going to say that; it hadn't been a conscious thought, but there the words are anyway, writhing in the air between them, screaming out. Crowley stops, but doesn't turn, hand poised to turn the knob of the bookshop door, shoulders pulled up to his ears. Guarded. Hurt. Tender, inside, Aziraphale knows. He's always been so tender. A heart he was never supposed to have torn and bleeding in his ragged chest for centuries, possibly millennia. -- or -- Aziraphale has just been kissed by his demon for the first time. He suddenly, desperately, can't let him leave the bookshop without doing it again.

Things Left Unsaid by very_normal_abt_this (G)

S2 finale compliant fix it fic. Aziraphale decides that the first conversation with Crowley about going to Heaven was terrible, and that there are other things he needs to say to the Demon. Before he leaves.

one last nightingale by blackeyedblonde (E)

“Listen,” Crowley says abruptly from where he’s standing by the door, pointing above their heads. “Hear that?” They’re running out of options, he’s running out of time to make Crowley listen, and in his mounting panic somehow all the angel can do is bluff. “I don’t hear anything!” he says in huffed exasperation. The true weight of that silence wedged between them slugs Aziraphale somewhere beneath the breastbone when he realizes, dazedly, that the grandfather clock behind him has stopped ticking for the very first time in more than three centuries. “Nothing…at all,” Aziraphale breathes out, eyes widening as he whips his head around to gape at the forestalled clock. Upon turning again he searches Crowley’s face for some sort of affirmation, for any kind of clue that this is the trapdoor he’d been haplessly hoping for. “My word. Did you just—?” “Sure did,” Crowley retorts, lowering his arm so it slaps against his side like a limp fish. Outside the world continues, Soho going about its business as usual, but even the old metronome across the room on the angel’s desk has stopped its waving arm mid-air. “Now start explaining, we haven’t got all day.”

- Mod D

[ryuttaeng]

pairing: shin ryujin x fem!reader, hwang yeji x fem!reader

summary: alcohol helps you to relieve your break up with your ex. you were sitting in the bar when some mysterious woman approached you, grabbing your drink from your hands.

cw: angst, toxic relationship, mentioning of alcohol, open ending

a/n: giving a try to writing again…

it’s been 6 months since you broke up with shin ryujin but you never fully recovered from that. you could only wish it was only a nightmare, a nightmare where you chased the feeling of being loved for long 6 months.

“ryujin-ah! i’m home!” you say, taking off your jacket and going to your shared bedroom, but the smile on your face immediately drops. “y/n!” ryujin loudly gasps, as she quickly covers herself and the guy with blanket. you look at her, tears are about to burst out, as you were about to have a panic attack. “y/n, don’t cry, please… i can’t see you like this.” ryujin says, you barely remember how she and her lover swiftly put their clothes on, as the guy rushed to leave the apartment. ryujin placed her hands on your shoulder, tears cascading on your face, “i knew it. we could have never worked out. we were never meant to be.” you whisper, looking at ryujin with furious and broken expression.

“i thought you were the one.”

“well, i’m not.”

you fix your hair, shakily breathing out. turned out that she used you as a coverage, while she had dozens of affairs behind your back, telling her lovers that you two had open relationship.

you take a sip of scotch, trying to get away from your own thoughts, but it not going to last long until your brain going to start bringing up them again. “you should stop drinking so much, y/n.” you hear stern voice behind you, making you turn around to look at the person talking to you.

your eyes land on woman, maybe older than you, looking fiercely, as like she’s going to… “like you seem to care anyway.” you shrug, closing your eyes. you feel her taking away your glass, making you a bit irritated, “listen, lady, i’m sober enough to process surroundings and capable enough to take care of myself. what do you need from me and who are you?” you say, looking at her, she looks kind of lost? probably, your response was not something she expected from you.

“uhm… let’s just say i’m interested in you. and i don’t want to get you in trouble.” she replies, now making you interested. you squint your eyes, doubting herself, “you’re worried about some stranger in a bar, all of a sudden? stop fooling around.” you say, standing up.

“okay, maybe i’m not just suddenly interested in you,” you pay with your credit card, wanting to go away from stranger, but you feel your head spin. “but you’ve had enough of alcohol for today. let me at least take you home.” she says quickly catching you, preventing from falling.

you open your eyes, blinking a few times as the sun rays are bright enough to make you wake up. you groan, wondering if you still have pain killers in your medicines… but the mysterious woman from yesterday appeared right in front of you. “are you gonna tell me your name or at least why do you care about me so much?” you say, looking at her from up and down. with makeup or not, she looks drop dead gorgeous. her feline eyes, her nose and orange dyed hair that looked like they got kissed by the sun. she was about to say something, but familiar voice interrupted her. “yeji unnie! where did you put my phone?” you hear some woman yell, your eyes are wide open, as you take a few steps away from, as you know now, yeji.

the other woman enters the room, revealing that it was shin ryujin’s voice. “y/n…” she says, and you only shake your head. you want to escape this whole thing, be excluded from this narrative, anything to stay away from ryujin, while she continues to speak. “i’m sorry, i-“ she starts, but you cut her off, “isn’t it a little late for an apology?” you snap at her, surprised expression is on ryujin’s face.

yeji need to think quick. she places glass with water and pain killers on the table, quickly rushing to you, covering from ryujin, which makes you surprised. “ryujin, leave this room right now.” yeji spoke in stern voice, but ryujin was too stubborn to easily understand her. “y/n, can we.. be more than this? i’m so sorry for leaving you, but i want to make this… make us right. i tried to contact you after you left, i was too harsh with you.” she tries to make it up to you, but isn’t it too late? “it’s not fair, ryujin. you’re not fair. you can’t just come back to my life and expect me to get all lovey dovey with you after what you’ve done. that’s not how it works.” you say and you feel yeji’s hand on your face, removing single tear on your face.

“shin ryujin, how many times i told you to leave y/n alone? even if i’m your friend, it doesn’t mean i’m gonna help you get y/n back. so you know, you’re a shitty person who doesn’t know anything about love. now get out of my room and leave us alone!” yeji’s grab onto you tightens, as she was about to sacrifice her own life to protect you from your ex girlfriend. younger woman stood there, even after all she had heard from yeji, looking… heartbroken? “trynna steal my girl from me? you know-“

“you know what? you dare to say she’s ’your girl’ after all you’ve done to her? she was never meant to be with you. you’re a moron who can’t even care about others feelings. i still wonder why im friends with you, because you even fucked up in friendship! get out of my apartment and never come back.” yeji yells, as she feels how you hid your head in the crook of her neck, instinctively patting your head to call you down.

as ryujin left, you finally fully exhaled, “thanks, yeji… i’ve never thought that someone would defend me like that, thank you, really.” you almost whisper.

it’s been 1,5 years since you’ve met yeji. she’s the most precious and sweet person, gorgeous inside and out. her cute smile and how her eyes turn into crescent shape when she smiles always melts your heart, making it flutter. if you could, you’d just stare at her for hours and…

“y/n! hurry up or else!” chaeryeong yelled, taking you out from your thoughts. you quickly put on your clothes, and you gladly make it on time.

chaeryeong and you greeted yeji, when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. chaeryeong sighed, turning to you with tired look, “you have such heart eyes when you look at yeji, makes me sick.” you look at her, furrowing your brows. “no, i don’t.” you witness older girl roll her eyes, “really? and you don’t miss her when you don’t hang out with her? which is like once in a while.” are you really in love with yeji?

“well, i miss her so much when we don’t see each other, i don’t know why. but i did.”

“is that so, y/n?” you hear a voice behind you, as you turn to look back, you reveal smiling yeji.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Posidon, Zeus, and Hades is force to watch over void kitten while void mama getting more plush toys for their baby

How would they be when taking care of the smol bean?

-It was flattering but also terrifying when you asked the three brothers to watch over your baby.

-You wanted to do some shopping, wanting to get some toys to surprise your baby with, but you needed to leave it with someone, as her father wasn’t available as he was giving a lecture.

-You told Zeus that your baby was well behaved and to just give her some whipped cream and a sunny spot to take a nap and that you would be back in about 2 hours.

-Seeing the tiny pure black kitten with large black eyes, looking so much like you, only smaller, more innocent looking, your baby really was too cute.

-However, they quickly learned your baby was very well behaved… with you- as you didn’t let her get away with any shenanigans until she learned to control her powers.

-As soon as you left, they turned back, wanting to get your baby to go to sleep as quickly as possible, just so that way they could relax for a bit, only to find your baby gone.

-Hades grabbed his brother’s shoulders, inhaling deeply, “Don’t panic- it’s fine. Just get the can of whipped cream and she’ll come right out.”

-Zeus waved the can around, shaking it, hoping she would respond to the sound, but when there was no change in the large meeting room that she was last seen in, Hades and Poseidon both grabbed a can as well, calling out for your kitten.

-After ten minutes with no luck, including leaving a bowl to bait her out, they were quickly tearing the room apart, overturning tables and chairs, pulling curtains down, calling out for your baby.

-Zeus was panicking, his eyes wide, “How could she have just disappeared?! Our backs were turned for just a moment!!” Poseidon called Hermes, instructing him to call the other Greek gods- sounding the alarm on your missing baby!

-You were blissfully unaware of the panic, in your human form, looking at baby onesies with a fond smile on your face, “I wonder if my husband would want another~”

-Your husband, during a short break during his lecture felt a shiver run up his spine, which confused him, wondering what was causing it.

-Just under two hours later you arrived back in Valhalla, finding the meeting room in shambles, most things were broken and you’re pretty sure some of the curtains in the corner were on fire as the Greek gods were all laying around, some on the floor and Apollo and Hermes on the table, completely exhausted.

-You trotted over, in your cat form now, hopping up to see your baby sleeping peacefully on Hermes’ chest and you cooed softly, “Aww~ you guys did such a good job!”

-Hearing your voice, your baby quickly woke up, calling out happily and instantly the gods all shot up, seeing you there and cried out in happiness, “Y/N!”

-You were surprised, hearing their loud voices as you looked around, “So what happened in here? Did you all have a party?”

-Without saying a word, every single one of them pointed at your baby and you looked at her as she tried to look extra cute, so you wouldn’t be too mad.

-Your eyes narrowed at your baby before you turned, “I apologize for her behavior. It won’t happen again, right?” you said the last bit to your baby who instantly sat up, giving you huge baby eyes.

-You enveloped the room in darkness, just for a moment and as light returned, you had fixed everything, including the fire torched curtains and broken furniture.

-You picked your baby up by the scruff of her neck and disappeared in a swirl of shadows, not seeing the collective sigh of relief on the faces of the gods as they relaxed, praying you wouldn’t ask again any time soon.

-You asked them the very next day, much to their horror.

[cloudyskydreams]

I saw this ask on another blog and found it really fun. I'd thought to ask here too. Feel free to ignore it if it's not your thing. (Hope you also don't mind the copy and paste lol)

The Papyruses and Sanses (separately) are in a really solid relationship with s/o. Everything was going great until one day s/o announced they were pregnant!

The skeletons did not believe them, since well s/o is human, and believed they cheated. S/o tried so hard to convince them the baby is theirs but was unsuccessful. Sans and Papyrus left them, heartbroken.

Months later after the relationship is over, Sans and Papyrus randomly came across S/O whom is now sporting a babybones in their arms. Oops turns out S/O was telling the truth and somehow survived the pregnancy! (Also also if you don't want to do all the skeletons, cuz that's a lot of writing.... This ask can be geared towards either just the swap bros or the fell bros)

THIS ASK IS MWAH CHEFS PERFECTION. Thanks so much for requesting! Now I'm a sucker for anything related to pregnancy and babies (even though I'm terrified of it) and this ask hit me in the FEELS imagining the situation.

Swap:

Blue:

He had seen you with a stroller the other day at a grocery store. He felt bitter upon first seeing you with the child he had been so sure wasn't his but then he saw the sleeping babes face devastated horror quickly seeped in. There was no way it wasn't blue's child, from the fact it was a skeleton to the tooth gap and freckles they looked identical. He stood shocked, years in his eye sockets as he simply watches you walk down the grocery isle unaware. He doesn't even realize he's walking towards you until he's right in front of you and you're staring at him in shock. He apologizes profusely stating he should've listened to you and was extremely sorry and is hoping to meet up and talk. Blues a hopeful guy if there's any chance he can fix the situation he's going to. It's really up to how you want to handle it.

Stretch:

He wanted to believe you so badly with his ability to tell if someone lying he was sure you weren't but a part of him told him theres scientific way. So he breaks it off. He slips into a bit of a depression and months go by with blue's help he's doing a bit better. Out for a "mental health" walk Blue forced him to go for one day he sees you and tenses up panicking immediately. You have a stroller with you and his eyes flick down to look inside before he can stop himself. It's a skeleton and wow he looks a lot like stretch did as a baby bones. He feels relieved all of a sudden for just one pure blissful moment before realization hits and he feels like a massive douchebag. Teleports home before you can see and his depression is back 2x worse. He reaches out through messages too scared to call and way too much of a wuss to reach out in person. He tells you he's sorry and he should have trusted you more and he hopes you can someday forgive him. He wants to reconnect and be a part of the child's life but he doesn't believe he deserves it so you might have to do a lot of the work here (with blue's of course)

Fell:

Red:

Red was angry, fully believing you had cheated on him with some human man and were trying to claim some miracle was happening. Edge is the one who sees the child first, he ran into you one day while at the park for a walk and you were letting your son play. He comes home and he turns to Ted and is simply like You fucked up and shows him a picture he sneakily took when you weren't looking. Red breaks inside, the babybones looks exactly like him and the two of you look so happy together in the picture. He has a mini panic attack and after his brother calms him down his panic is replaced with rage at himself. He destroys his room and then cry's silently in the mess as he figures out what he wants to do. He won't reach out first so Edge takes it upon himself to set up a surprise meeting between you too (with your consent of course) And Red freaks out internally when he sees you. He's on his knees in front of you in seconds begging you to forgive him. Yet again up to you to decide what to do but he does want to reconnect and be apart of the babybones life more than anything.

Edge:

He acted closed off, aloof upon finding out you were pregnant. He's hurting inside but he refuses to let you see fully believing you broke his trust by cheating on him. When he sees you with the child he freezes, the child looks exactly like him and he knows he fucked up. He puts all pride to the side and approaches you hesitantly. He apologizes profusely and takes the initiative asking if you can meetup and he can spend time with the child. There's a hopeful look in his eyelights as he stares at you and your child waiting for your reply.

Ran out of steam during Edges lol but I fully enjoyed writing these! Might write a oneshot about Red in this situation cause he was my favorite to imagine. Hope you guys enjoyed ::3

[grlazul]

yuu transfers to rsa

yuu gets a letter from ambrose, asking if they would like to transfer to rsa. tired of crowley using them and not wanting to deal with overblot after overblot, they agree. how do their friends react? (first years ver)

small note: literally SUCKK at writing for sebek i apologize

ACE is totally chill with it, he definitely understands! (he is literally punching the wall crying thinking he maybe did something to upset one of his only friends). he'll definitely try to talk you out of going, but once he realizes you're not going to change your mind he'll quit it. he really wants to stay in contact with you, but he'll play it off as "not wanting you to feel lonely" while you're at rsa. the 20+ messages he'll spam you with each hour of the day will surely help! but seriously, please don't ever forget him prefect... his heart would not be able to take it!

DEUCE understands why you decided to do this, but it doesn't make him any less distraught. he won't try to guilt you into staying, purposefully at least, the way he mopes around upon hearing the news is sure to make you feel at least a bit bad. he promises he will always check in on you and will run all the way across sage island should you ever need him. he won't spam you like ace would but expect at least a few messages here and there, he wants to stay connected with you.

JACK also gets it. he's seen how hard crowley works you and it's no secret you're always there whenever someone overblots, working to solve yet another mess. he won't visibly show it, but he's going to miss you, a lot. you're one of the few people dearest to him, and it does hurt to see you go. but he understands that you've been pushed to this point, and it isn't something he can fix. he's not going to text you too much, instead he'll offer to go on outings with you during weekends or breaks so you can connect face to face. but this doesn't mean you shouldn't expect a couple 'Good morning' or 'Have you eaten yet?' messages every once in a while.

EPEL tries to be like jack. he doesn't want to show how much he's going to miss you, he dislikes that vulnerability. but his heart aches when he realizes he won't be near you as often as he wants to be. he wouldn't outwardly try to talk you into staying, but will find subtle ways to try and show you that nrc isn't always awful. he knows you know that though, he knows you're tired. he knows you don't deserve to be worked to death in a world you were thrown in by the cruel hand of fate. he knows it'll be better for you at rsa. he accepts that truth, but most definitely tries to talk you into staying with him and his family during breaks. if he can't see you during the school year, at least let him see you during your time off :(

SEBEK laughs at first. very funny human, you do know how to make him laugh! only, you aren't joking. oh. he panics. how could you leave him?? how could you leave nrc?? the very school that his beloved malleus attends?? when you explain your reasoning he looks at you with a deep sadness in his eyes. for once, he is quiet. he wants to say something, he wants to beg you to stay, but he knows it would be of no use. he spends more time with you before you leave, if you give him anything during your last moments at nrc he will cherish it forever. it could be anything, genuinely. whether it be a photograph of the two of you or a marble you found on the floor he will keep it forever... lowkey acts like you are dying of a terminal illness until you tell him you can still communicate through texting or letters. perhaps he will invest in some human technology just for you...

[qoldenskies]

I have a theory that when Raph was outside Donnie's door, crying, apologizing, and begging for Donnie to love him; Donnie actually wanted to immediately go out and hug him, comfort him, and tell him that he loved him (After all he knows how it feels to beg and cry for love and be rejected, and he doesn't wish that on any of his brothers), but he just couldn't because of fear and trauma (He literally couldn't barely be around Raph without starting to have a panic attack and begging for his life) and he's frustrated with himself for it.

That's why the next day he forces himself and tries harder to be around his siblings, interact with them and try to physically touch them or let them touch him, even if it still terrifies him, because he is able to notice that his siblings also need comfort, and he can't fix it in his situation... (When his brothers realize this, he's going to break their hearts again 😭)

It's very much his character to try to improve because others need him more than because he needs it...

I also think that one of the keys to his healing is for his siblings to show vulnerability and how this situation has also broken them emotionally, and how they need him 🥺.

Of course, the ideal is that he would take the time he needs, focus on his healing at his own pace and because he needs it, but they don't have the privilege of "time heals all", so it can be forgiven ❤️.

yep!!! essentially!! :3

donnie especially around the second half of caged lungs HARD pivoted to focusing on nothing but their happiness and contentment, because in his work there'd always been an underlying desire to prioritize it (you know. as their breadwinner and provider. and theoretically he does every job around the house just short of easy chores; he was even the one to teach medic work to leo in CC. even if splinter was a more active parent, its not like he'd magically turn into a carpenter lmfao), but still his desire for praise was such a driving force. it wasnt complete selflessness before- i'd say it probably is now.

really its a little painful that guilt tripping is the thing that backed him into this corner, and it's the thing that's actually successfully been coaxing him out of it up to this point. he's developed a very extreme fawn response (that was almost like a worst case scenario of behavior he was ALREADY falling back on before all this happened) and so far exploiting it has been the most successful play, which uhhhh sucks!!! lol. poor dude

this'll probably be a huge problem even once they're in the clear, too. leo recognizes his assessment of not really wanting him to do his job is selfish but its also kind of fair, because i could genuinely see donnie RELENTLESSLY throwing himself into chores until his hands bleed when he thinks someone's upset with him, or is experiencing a delayed trigger he cant identify the source of, or even on days where he wakes up upset after bad dreams (which are about to become very regular, actually). as much as it sucks they'll probably have to keep an eye on him, they'll probably want him going to them before he decides to do something like that because it is a form of self-harm. no matter how necessary it may be, they dont like the idea of him having to ask permission to do things, but oh well.

[peaches2217]

Peach is crying again.

The panic that might normally strike Mario at such a sight is nowhere to be found, because this has been happening a lot lately; she gets misty-eyed over just about anything, a stark contrast to her usual fortitude in the face of great emotion. She's craving cake but realizes she'll have to wait for it to bake before she can actually eat it? Tears. Toadette brings her some tea just as she notices her throat's feeling dry? Tears. Mario uses her name alone instead of one of the plethora of endearments he normally assigns to her? Tears.

This is perfectly normal, Toadessa has assured them both. Her hormones will begin restabilizing as she approaches her second trimester, and until then, Mario has no reason to worry if she's suddenly weepier than usual.

That doesn't mean he likes it, and it certainly doesn't mean he'll just sit back and let it happen. If Peach is going to be inconsolable over every little thing, then she's going to be inconsolable while he attempts to console her anyway.

Right now she's leaned back in her chair in the royal office, making a half-hearted effort to compose herself, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief that looks like it's already seen a fair amount of use today. "Mario," she starts, and he already knows she's about to apologize. He doesn't give her the opportunity.

"Hey," he says, crossing the room with wide steps and reaching his hands out to her, "what's wrong? It's alright. Tell me what's wrong."

She adjusts herself so that she's facing him just as he reaches her, and he cups her right cheek in his left palm to look her over. Her face is blotchy and wet, yet her makeup is untouched. He's not sure if it's her magic keeping her cosmetics pristine or if she's just begun using waterproof mascara and eyeliner. Maybe some combination of the two.

Sniffling again, Peach leans into his touch and closes her eyes. "It's so silly," she sighs. "Please don't... y-you would laugh. Don't worry about it."

Mario debates pulling away to take his gloves off, offer her the comfort of his skin against hers, but she looks so relieved to be on the receiving end of his touch that he can't bring himself to do it. He summons his Firebrand into that hand in compensation, so at least he can offer her warmth.

“No.” He tucks a lock of hair behind her ear with his free hand, his voice as soothing and sweet as he can possibly muster. “Tesoro mio, no, your pain is my pain. I would never laugh at you."

Sniffle. Peach opens her eyes to fix him with a grateful smile, and more tears slip out as she does so. He wishes now more than ever that his leather gloves were made of a more absorbent material. "I..." Another deep sigh. "I started thinking, and then I couldn't stop thinking... and I wondered if you would..."

"Yes," Mario encourages, and now he takes both of her hands into his right hand, squeezing gently. "It's okay. You can tell me."

Sorrow washes over her expression, and Mario steadies himself with a deep breath. He hates seeing her like this. He wants to take all of her pain, all of her sorrow, put it in a bottle and put that bottle into a safe and send it sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

"Would you..." With a shuddering inhale, Peach finally presents her question: "Would you still love me if I were a Wiggler?"

Silence overtakes the room. Mario's so hopelessly baffled that he can't even begin to figure out how he's supposed to feel right now, much less respond.

"...Oh." Fresh tears well up, falling with renewed vigor, and that's enough to snap him out of his stupor.

"No no no," he quickly shushes, wiping what tears he can with his thumb, "I'm sorry! You just— I mean, I wasn't expecting that, but yes, I would still love you!"

“But what if I didn’t recognize you?” And now Peach sounds genuinely distraught, her voice breaking every third or fourth word. “What if I saw you and you tried to speak to me but all I could think about was munching on the tasty shrubbery you were standing next to?"

She's full-on weeping now, and as much as he hates the sight, it's taking all of Mario's willpower not to start laughing. Of all the hypothetical scenarios she might have imagined up wherein he might feel anything but overpowering love for her...

"Peach," he says, and he kisses her soaked cheek, "mia dolce principessa, l'amore della mia vita, that would change nothing! I'll love you to the very end no matter what."

The affirmation combined with the gratuitous usage of endearments wretches a sob from Peach's lips, and she frees her hands from Mario's grasp to pull him into an embrace, taking advantage of the more absorbent fabric of his shirt. He lets her cry, slipping his gloves off and stuffing them in his back pocket before returning her embrace.

"I'd love you too," Peach chokes out, her nails digging into the thick denim of his overalls. "If you were a Wiggler, I'd still love you just as much!"

Mario finally lets himself laugh, carding his fingers through her hair. "I know. I know you would."

~~~

That night, reclined on the couch with her head in Mario's lap, Peach cries for an entirely different reason.

"Why did you play along?" she groans, her voice pitched in embarrassment. "You should have been honest with me!"

"I was honest with you," he reasons.

"No you weren't! You didn't once tell me how stupid I sounded!"

"No," Mario corrects, "I told you nothing but the truth, amata. I would still love you if you were a Wiggler."

Peach buries her face in her hands and groans again, and Mario wipes at the tears that escape anyway with a tissue, shushing her softly.

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Helloooossss. I am once again in your inbox to bother and corrupt you with my brainrot.

So we know how Gaming has just the most golden retriever bf energy. How would he react if his s/o was to get hurt by some treasure hoarders or something?

Okay byee love yaa. Take care. Don't forget to drink water.

Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: Gaming Warnings: Vague description of attack, mentions of blood. Comments: *sips water* Thank you so much for sending my first genshin request! I love you too, I hope you enjoy your boy!

Gaming is an incredibly protective boyfriend. It's just who he is. Protecting those he loves is one of the many ways he shows affection. You could even call it overprotective, if you can handle yourself in a fight, but he's not trying to protect you because he thinks you're weak; it's just that he would rather take any injuries himself than put you in danger. If you're not a fighter, though, his protectiveness would increase even further, because he's desperate to protect you from any and all harm.

I don't think you would get hurt if the two of you are together. He's too good at fighting for that, and he's so quick on his feet that even if you're seriously outnumbered, he can fend off just about anything to keep you safe.

When you're on your own, though, you've managed to get hurt. We'll say you were walking to meet him, and you get ambushed by treasure hoarders, and they hurt you during the ensuing fight, before you eventually managed to get away, and you arrive at your meeting spot bruised and bleeding from the cut(s).

Gaming sees red. Blood red, specifically. That's right, his number one concern is you. He immediately asks what happened, a note of panic in his voice that isn't normally there. He'll tend to your injuries with a small medical kit he carries with him (you can never be too careful in his line of work). He doesn't care if it's just a small cut or if you're covered in wounds, you're bleeding and he's going to bandage you up. Don't even try and convince him that it's not that bad, or that you can do it yourself. If you try to resist him, he'll give you those big puppy dog eyes until you surrender.

You're probably expecting a lecture about not going on walks alone or being more careful, but it never comes. He's nothing but gentle as he patches you up, softly apologizing for hurting you any time you so much as inhale more sharply than normal. He's so concentrated on his work, too, and you can't help but notice how adorable he is when he's focused.

Once you're all fixed up, what he does next depends on how badly you were hurt. If it's bad, he'll take you back to the city, carrying you if necessary. His first priority is getting you to safety. Nothing else matters until you're okay!

If you're alright after being bandaged up, you'd better believe those treasure hoarders aren't getting away! He asks you which way they went, and he's gonna chase them down and make them pay for harming you. Gaming doesn't often get angry, despite having something of a hot temper, but if someone he cares about is hurt? You betcha he's mad.

If he takes you back to the city, he'll likely take you by Bubu Pharmacy or a local doctor to have you checked out, and then he's taking you home - yours or his, whichever is closest. He'll get you settled on the couch or bed with soft pillows and blankets, and he immediately makes you some delightful tea and some tasty snacks. He'll sit with you and talk about anything and everything to try and cheer you up, telling you tales of his various adventures.

He's more gentle than usual with you over the next few days, especially if you got hurt badly. He makes sure you're taking good care of your wounds so they can heal, and he spends more time at home with you than he normally would, just to help out if you need him. But hey, you're not complaining - the workaholic needs a break anyway, and you enjoy his company. Expect lots of cuddles, though he'll be careful not to touch any of your injuries. He'll also be more than happy to fetch anything you could possibly need, day or night, be it painkillers or take out or anything in between.

He's just so sweet okay. He pampers you like he would if you were sick and he basically acts like a big puppy that wants to cheer its owner up. He tells so many dumb jokes and funny stories that recovering is almost fun with him around!

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An American in Austen (2024)

Okay, okay - it turns out there are Hallmark movies I don't hate!

Harriet is a librarian with writer's block. She's celebrating her third anniversary with Ethan, that turns into a friends-involved proposal, in which she panics and replies "maybe".

"Have you ever just thought that things were supposed to be different? I always thought I would be walking along the sidewalk one day, and like a dashing stranger would just come up to me, just sweep me off my feet." "You've just described a kidnapping!"

She wishes on a shooting star for Mr Darcy - falls asleep in the taxi and wakes up in a carriage to the Bennets welcoming her as their American cousin. She thinks it's a bit, of course, until it's been a day or two and no one is breaking character and she realizes there are no airplanes or power lines.

Also? Darcy is way into her instead of Elizabeth. WAY into her. Declares that he admires her as early as them staying at Netherfield.

She tells Jane and Elizabeth that she can see the future, but after Elizabeth begs to know who she marries she gets upset and starts distancing herself.

When Collins shows up and is so easily directed to Mary, Harriet gets confused. When Wickham and Darcy meet in the street, Darcy loudly proclaims poetry at Harriet instead of riding off. Everything is going wrong and at the ball (where she introduces Charlotte to Mr. Collins, and Lizzy is flirting hardcore with Wickham) she goes to the library where Darcy passionately (and surprisingly not insultingly) proposes to her, most insistently. But she's in love with Ethan!

Everything goes even more sideways - Harriet convinces Jane to confess feelings to Bingley, but Caroline considers it inappropriate. Lizzy is the one to elope with Wickham. Harriet is determined to fix everything, and runs into Darcy (who, by the way, is pacing outside talking to himself: "I must apologize for my behavior during the proposal. I apologize for my proposal. I apologi-ize - I apologize for my behavior - Miss Harriet! I was just rehearsing an apology for....umm... someone else") who hops into the carriage with her.

Lizzy and Wickham are actually in the church, and insists they're in love, but Wickham very easily gives her up for money. Elizabeth and Darcy clear the air.

Harriet is hoping to go home, but it doesn't happen until after Darcy and Bingley propose to the right people. (Poor Mary gets jilted though)

She wakes up in the taxi, with no time passing - except the book Darcy gave her is still with her, proving it really happened.

She rushes to Ethan, confesses her feelings, proposes to him, and they all live happily ever after.

If you ignore the fact that there were like, NO bonnets or gloves or proper forms of address even from stuffy Darcy, it was honestly a lot of fun. Good? I don't know. But fun, and that's what matters!

Also, the actress for Harriet is named Eliza Bennet (??!)

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Fic: the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break, ch. 29

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wēn Qíng, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Jiāng Yànlí & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wēn Qíng, Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Granny Wēn, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Wēn Remnants, , Fourth Uncle, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Original Characters, Niè Míngjué, Niè Huáisāng, Niè Zōnghuī, Jīn Zǐxuān

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secrets, Crying, Masks, Soulmates, Truth, Self-Esteem Issues, Regret, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Fix-It, Eventual Relationships, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, wwx needs a hug, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Filial Piety, Handfasting, Phobias, Sleeping Together, Fear, Panic Attacks, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Family, and they were married, Bathing/Washing, Hair Braiding, Hair Brushing, Feels, Sex Education, Implied Sexual Content, First Time, Aftercare, Morning After, Afterglow, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Hand Jobs, Chronic Pain, Biting, Conversations, Self-Sacrifice, POV Third Person, POV Lan WangJi, Bugs & Insects, Adoption, Ancestors, Ancestor Veneration, Golden Core Reveal, Top Lan Wangji | Lan Zhan/Bottom Wei Wuxian | Wei Ying, First Time Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Switching, sex-related injury, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Stays at the Burial Mounds, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī is a Wèi, Good Sibling Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming Niè Huáisāng, Disabled Character, somnophilia

Summaries: Jiang Wanyin visits the Burial Mounds following the attack by the rogue cultivator.

Notes: See end of each chapter

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25-6 | 27 | 28

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The response from Yunmeng is swift, with Jiang Cheng showing up personally with multiple disciples within days. During that time, Wei Qing didn’t go to Yiling, and the magistrate sent a messenger to the Burial Mounds to inquire her whereabouts; he came away with details of the Jin-sent attack, and apologies that they may not be able to return to Yiling for some time. 

Already ailing villagers have come to the base of the Burial Mounds, at least those desperate enough, and she treats them once they’re brought to the settlement by Wei Ying and Lan Wangji, sometimes with Wei Ning’s assistance. 

All of them seem stunned by what they see at the settlement: peaceful people simply farming, the laughter of children playing, and none of the rumors of the Yiling Laozu evident. The lotuses have sprouted, though it will take time for them to bloom, but so far the commoners are witnessing the truth of the yuefu. In truth, having patients come to them will enable positive rumors to spread, something Lan Wangji is certain will help. 

Children have continued to arrive as well, including two before Jiang Wanyin’s arrival. 

He first informs them he sent a letter to the Nie about Jin Guangshan’s move, then lets Wei Ying know he’ll take all the children who want to go and any adults they can evacuate as well. 

“I’d like to get you out of here, since they’re after you specifically,” he says to Wei Qing, adding, “and our brothers, of course.”

“I can’t leave until I figure out how to destroy the seal,” Wei Ying says regretfully. 

“And this idiot needs me to treat him,” Wei Qing demurs. 

Only the day before, they discovered that Wei Ying had resentful energy in his bones, concentrated around prior breaks—of which there were many because of his fall into the Burial Mounds. Wei Qing made him submit to an examination, and she cataloged the breaks and congratulated him on effectively binding them with resentful energy while they healed. 

“None of them healed poorly enough to require rebreaking,” she told Wei Ying, who seemed relieved at the news. “Even your broken fingers, which is a bit surprising.”

Lan Wangji’s heart aches for the pain his zhiji has suffered. 

They will just need to figure out how to dispel the resentment, as Wei Qing believes it could be causing some pain. She shared with Lan Wangji that she hopes rebreaking won’t be necessary to clear the remnants of resentment, and he hopes Wei Ying can be denied that additional pain as well. 

They don’t tell Jiang Wanyin this information, as Wei Ying deserves some privacy, but Wei Qing gives him a list of additional ingredients she needs. 

“Wei Wuxian, you have a target on your back!” Jiang Wanyin spits, Zidian sparking at his emotions as they walk up the mountain toward the settlement. 

What Lan Wangji once would see as anger he can now tell is worry and a desire to protect Wei Ying, one he can appreciate in its intent. If not the method.  

“What I have is a yuefu sending kids and sometimes battered wives here,” Wei Ying retorts. “That target has been on my back a while now, A-Cheng. I’m used to it.”

Jiang Wanyin deflates, recognizing the truth in his words—Wei Ying has had a target on him since before the war, and has simply changed from one odious marksman to another, trading Wen Chao for Jin Guangshan. 

“I figured you’d end up staying, so I brought more supplies,” Jiang Wanyin mutters, handing Wei Ying a qiankun pouch filled with kid-sized disciple uniforms. “I’m leaving more disciples to help you, too.”

“Jiang-shushu!” A-Yuan shrieks as he catches sight of him, dragging A-Zhi behind him. “A-Zhi, this is Jiang-shushu. We have a lot of uncles. A-Zhi is my new brother, Jiang-shushu!”

A-Zhi grabs the leg A-Yuan hasn’t and looks up at him intently. At Jiang Wanyin’s questioning look, Wei Ying shrugs. 

“A-Zhi asked if we would be his baba and die, too, and so he is your new nephew. He is the first one who came to the Burial Mounds,” Lan Wangji supplies. 

“He’s the bravest,” Wei Ying says, patting the boy’s head. “None of the other kids asked, at least not yet. Some of them found family already here.”

“Then we’ll move family together,” Jiang Wanyin says after taking a moment to consider that information, picking his nephews up in the silence, to their delight. “Yes, I’m Jiang-shushu. Did anyone wish to take the Jiang name?”

Wei Ying bites his lip, and Lan Wangji shakes his head to respond for him. 

“We asked which they wished to become and they wanted to take Wei like the rest here,” he explains. 

Jiang Wanyin nods, apparently unbothered, and carries the children away, telling them of the toys he brought for them. He seems to have assumed A-Zhi will stay with them in the Burial Mounds, something not discussed but likely.

”Huh. I worried he’d be offended,” Wei Ying says, watching his brother approach Wei Qing. “I’m glad he’s not.”

They were raised, Lan Wangji knows, to be unhealthily competitive, something that has marred their relationship. He hopes this is a good sign. 

Wei Ying passes out the disciple uniforms to the various children, calling them to queue up for them. Once he has them sorted out, he encourages them to “go meet Jiang-shushu,” giggling to himself. 

“He won’t admit it, but he’ll love the kids mobbing him,” he tells Lan Wangji, smiling brightly. 

Min Cenxi makes her way over, shaking her head at his antics. 

“Da-shixiong, you’re incorrigible,” she says. 

They watch as Jiang Wanyin passes out candy to the kids, prepared in a way that Lan Wangji wouldn’t have expected of him. Wei Ying seems unsurprised, and he subtly tugs on Lan Wangji’s sleeve and points surreptitiously at Wei Qing, who is watching Jiang Wanyin with a blush across her cheeks. 

He imagines if he saw such a scene with Wei Ying in the midst of children, giving out candy, and he feels his ears heat as his body reacts to the image, and he understands Wei Qing. 

The children, who now have new clothing and candy, eventually disperse to dress, and Wei Yating, the runaway wife, approaches Wei Ying, having changed into a dress in Yunmeng Jiang colors, the fabric high-quality. She seems overwhelmed, fingering the sleeve of her dress in a stunned way. 

“Gongzi, we’re really going to Yunmeng? We’ll be safe from my husband there?”

Min Cenxi fields her, reassuring her that she and her children will be protected at Lotus Pier, that she needn’t worry, and the young woman returns to her children satisfied with the answer. 

“The yuefu has truly worked,” she tells him, her voice elated. “So many children will bring life to Lotus Pier. Did you plant them here, or will you make them lotus babies?”

Wei Ying laughs brightly, and shakes his head. 

“No, not yet—I think I’ll make A-Zhi a radish baby like A-Yuan, but the others will be happy lotus babies.”

“Could make them lotus babies here, as well,” Lan Wangji says, looking toward the lotus pond.

“Not with this batch, in their new clothes. A-Cheng would kill me.”

“I can handle them, Da-shixiong,” Min Cenxi says, giggling. “You can get the next ones. I already planted A-Mei while she was learning how to swim.”

“I bet she was thrilled,” Wei Ying says with a snort. “She seemed to have an aversion to dirt. When we dug the lotus pond she watched us like we were crazy.”

“If looks could kill!”

She tells them about A-Mei’s adaptation to Lotus Pier, which is going ’swimmingly’ (pun intended), and shares how having an adult close to her while she experiences the new environment has been a benefit.

“She’s a bit young for the disciple dormitory yet, so she’s housed with Qiuyue-ayi. She asked after you.”

“Ah, you can tell A-Mei her Xian-gege is just fine,” Wei Ying says, his smile wide. “She needs to focus on settling in well.”

Min Cenxi grins back. 

“I think we’re spending the night and leaving in the morning, excepting those disciples who’ll be stationed here,” she tells them. “Zongzhu didn’t know there’d be so many kids—I think you impressed him.”

“Every time I impress him it gives him more work, so I’m not sure he’s happy about it,” Wei Ying says with a laugh. 

“You’re giving me a new generation of disciples, so I’m fine with it,” Jiang Wanyin breaks in, waddling up to them with A-Yuan and A-Zhi clinging to his legs and giggling. “Though it’ll be a challenge to get them all this trip. We certainly don’t want to drop any in flight.”

“If you have to return for the others, you know you’re welcome,” Wei Qing says. “Or rent carriages from Yiling.”

“Too obvious,” Jiang Wanyin says. “That much movement from Yiling to Yunmeng won’t go unnoticed.”

Wei Qing scoffs. 

“We have allies now, and Jin Guangshan has put a price on our heads. Obvious doesn’t matter anymore. Getting everyone to safety efficiently does. Wei Wuxian needs to focus on finding a way to destroy the seal so we can retreat to Lotus Pier,” she argues. 

“It’s not like the Burial Mounds can’t be defended—there’s undead aplenty here,” Wei Ying says. “I just… With the kids in the mix, it’s a bit dicey. I can’t just raise corpse guards and scare them off.”

Jiang Wanyin looks at him like he’s grown a second head.

“No corpse guards, Wei Wuxian! We’re trying to repair your image, not make it worse.”

“Wei Ying is aware,” Lan Wangji interjects, holding his arms out for A-Yuan and A-Zhi, who immediately abandon Jiang Wanyin’s legs in favor of their baba. 

Lan Wangji isn’t smug, and does not feel anything at the sect leader’s obvious disappointment. The boys clamor about their toys and candy, and he pats both of them on their heads. 

“We must still think of other ways to defend the Burial Mounds from attack, now that rogue cultivators may do so.”

For now, they are handling it by not leaving the Burial Mounds, something possible now that they have ample supplies, but Lan Wangji knows Wei Ying worries about the wards and the possible need for defense against intruders. 

“That’s why I’m leaving more disciples here,” Jiang Wanyin says, his voice brusque. “To defend the settlement.”

“I know, A-Cheng,” Wei Ying says, clearly trying to calm his brother. “I appreciate it.”

Jiang Wanyin reddens a bit, looking startled, as though he didn’t expect to be thanked. 

“Yes, well… I’m not about to let Jin Guangshan’s bullshit hurt my brother.”

Wei Ning announces the midday meal is ready and the distraction of cheering kids heading for the main hall in barely-contained fast walks—Lan Wangji’s impact; he’d assured each child that they would eat, but stressed the importance of safety and how running could harm themselves or others—ends the conversation for the moment. 

He is pleased when Jiang Wanyin sits with Wei Qing, who leads him to a table and surreptitiously waves for them to sit elsewhere, giving Wei Ying a short break from his brother’s acerbic brand of caring. Min Cenxi sits with them, as do their sons and Popo, and they all take turns putting more food in Wei Ying’s bowl until he’s laughingly accusing them of bullying.  

Just as lunch finishes, Wei Ying tells them they have visitors at the foot of the mounds, having felt them at the wards. Wei Qing decides to accompany them, as does Jiang Wanyin. Lan Wangji walks with them, Wei Ning, and Wei Ying, wondering whether ailing patients or needy children will be waiting. 

Instead, the sight that greets them is that of a rogue cultivator holding a young child captive, his sword at her throat. The poor girl is sobbing, terrified, and the cultivator is hissing at her to shut up, clearly anxious himself—and he should be, going against Wei Ying, but that sort of disposition can be disastrous. An older boy is cowering nearby, pleading for the man not to harm his sister. 

The girl is wailing, “Guiying, Guiying-gege!”

It is a recipe for chaos, and a child could die. A situation out of their control. 

“Wei Wuxian,” the cultivator says, looking directly at Wei Ying. “I remember you from the war. Nothing personal, but you’d best surrender if you want the girl to live.”

Wei Ying holds his hands up in a placating way. 

“Ah, you have me at a disadvantage, Gongzi,” he says, taking a measured step toward the barrier afforded by the ward. 

Lan Wangji can’t stop himself from reaching forward and gripping the back of his robe, stopping him.

”Lan Zhan, let me go,” Wei Ying whispers, and he can’t uncurl his fingers. 

A man who holds a child hostage won’t hesitate to kill Wei Ying. He can see his husband, dead at this cultivator’s hands, his blood staining the ground at his feet. Another door, shut forever. 

He won’t let Wei Ying sacrifice himself like this. He can’t. 

He doesn’t have to, as several things happen at once, seeming to occur in slow motion. Wei Qing moves suddenly and needles appear in the man’s neck. The rogue cultivator drops the sword, and in the next moment Jiang Wanyin pulls the child from his clutches as he falls. 

“I’ve got you, kid,” he murmurs, his voice ringing unnaturally in Lan Wangji’s ears. “It’s okay.”

He lets her cling to him, bawling, and beckons the older boy to come closer. 

“A-Fang, A-Fang,” the boy says as he hurries to them. “You’re safe, you’re safe!”

Without waiting for instruction, Wei Ning pulls the unconscious cultivator onto his back and disappears in the direction of the settlement. 

Lan Wangji pulls Wei Ying close, holding him tightly, beyond words. He feels dazed. 

“I wasn’t going to surrender, Lan Zhan,” he murmurs. “I was trying to distract him.”

“Good,” Wei Qing says, her voice hoarse. “Idiot. You can depend on us to have your back. We’ll handle the kids. You two go back to the settlement.”

She can see how much this has shaken him, Lan Wangji knows, and he appreciates her perception. He can trust they will handle the children and the rogue cultivator, and he finds he doesn’t even care if they decide to kill the man for his transgressions. 

He might even prefer it. 

Wei Ying first must let the children through the wards, and Lan Wangji must go with, unable to let go. When Wei Ying turns to him, whatever he sees makes him take both his hands in his and lead him toward the settlement. 

“I promise, Lan Zhan. I won’t put myself at risk. I swear it.”

It doesn’t matter; Wei Ying is at risk, too selfless for this world, too righteous. And now with a price on his head and people after him willing to harm innocents to get to him. 

Lan Wangji still cannot find words when they arrive at the cave, when Wei Ying sends A-Yuan and A-Zhi to Popo, when they reach their alcove. 

But there he can find action, and as soon as the blanket curtain is drawn shut, he does, crushing Wei Ying into the wall with his weight, kissing away his nonsensical words of apology. 

He needs desperately to feel him, and he scrabbles at the ties of his robes to get them off him before yanking at his own, allowing Wei Ying to help him shed them, letting them fall to the ground without a care. Their hands tangle as they pull off their zhong yi. 

Then he falls back onto his husband and bites at his shoulder, relishing in the way he lets out an erotic punched out ‘ah!’ and arches against him, their cocks sliding together. He has enough patience left to prepare him, and then he loses himself to passion, to fear, to need. To the need to show Wei Ying his worth, to make him set aside his selflessness for him. 

Later, they will need to talk. For now, Lan Wangji allows his body to talk for him. 

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Lan Wangji just had a sort of trauma response, whoops. Who can blame him, under the circumstances? It’s not really Wei Wuxian’s fault, and Lan Wangji knows it. He just can’t help how he feels here. 

I’ve finally been officially diagnosed with multisystem long COVID, which is key to getting treatment and potentially disability. Yay? It’s an answer. I’ve been waiting for one since 2022. 

桂英, guìyīng, means laurel/cassia/cinnamon and flower/petal/brave/hero. 芳, fāng, means fragrant/virtuous/beautiful. 

baba = dad 

da-shixiong = first martial brother 

die/a-die = dad

gege = older brother 

gongzi = young master

shushu = uncle

yuefu = a style of narrative poetry that basically borrows from Chinese folk song traditions—the Ballad of Mulan is an example

zhiji = lifelong confidant

zhong yi = trousers and shirt that act as underwear 

zongzhu = sect leader