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wangxianficfinder · 5 months ago
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In the mood for...
Sep 7th
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1. So u know how during bm days and 1st seige of bm wwx is often portrayed as guilt ridden/self sacrificing 'I deserve this' loyal 2theend mentality? What about any fics where wwx is horrified and feels betrayed? That jc opinion could be swayed by outsiders, that jc broke their cover up/truce they made during their faked duel where they staged defection. That jc is two faced in his dealings. Just that type of vibe where even if wwx isn't all 'destruction revenge' in response, he takes it personally
Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, WWX & JYL, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, What if WWX saw the first siege of the burial mounds and said Nope to the war, OCs, OC point-of-view for one chapter for plot reasons) AU after the fall of LP where WWX gets a glimpse of the future up to the siege & goes 'fuck that & fuc JC in particular'
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2. A) Finished reading this fic (forces of attraction by bleuett) and now I am in the mood for rogue cultivator wwx AU's. It doesn't matter if lwj belongs to a clan or is a rogue too...i'd love M/E rated fic recs for this trope please!!
Hello!! I am in the mood for some of the following tropes/types of fics:
B) rogue cultivator wwx and/or rogue cultivator lwj
C) childhood friends to lovers wangxian/growing up together (any AU works)
D) the jealous/possessive lwj trope feat wwx dating some other male chara/mistaken to be dating that chara
E) dragonji and/or dragonxian fics
F) complete wwx rarepair fics (like non wangxian but with anyone shipped with wwx if its well done)
Please make sure that if the fics are M/E rated, that they only have bottom wwx (I avoid top wwx/switch dynamic like my life depends on it) Thank you!!
@stellatosparkle
2A)
🔒 Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending) also fits 2B Time travel AU where WWX grows up as a rogue cultivator.
Cultivating immortality by KizuKatana (E, 231k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Mutual Pining, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, unreliable narrator, Found Family, First Time, novel canon relationship dynamics)
Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) although Wei Ying starts as a Jiang and ends up becoming a Lan, with time as a rogue cultivator in between
2C)
❤️ All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, YZY Bashing, Definitely not YZY centric, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, Mainly CQL but has elements of the novel as well, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY)
how a smiling homeless child melted jade hearts and got a home by anxiouswreck0_0 (T, 41k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, WWX was adopted by the lans, lan WWX, pining WWX, Canon Divergence, LQR making questionable parenting choices, madam lan is a good parent, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It of Sorts, Childhood Friends, childhood fiances? Yes, Character Death, insecure WWX, slightly possessive WWX, Possessive LWJ, Not Everyone Dies, Dark LXC, OOC, Mild Gore, Explicit Language, Supportive LXC, Morally Ambiguous Character, Sassy WWX, WWX does not like the jins and it shows, clingy LWJ, mother hen LXC, Good LQR, Good Parent LQR, Good Parent QHJ)
🔒 Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (T, 69k, wangxian, Kid Fic, Child LWJ, Child WWX, First Meetings, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Orphan WWX, Autism Spectrum, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Canon, POV LWJ, Growing Up Together, WWX raised at Cloud Recesses, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Puberty, Growing Up, Coming Out, teenage angst, Wet Dream, Pining, This fic gets a little raunchier as the kids become teens, But it won’t get too explicit, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Spanish Translation, Brief mentions/moments of WWX kissing others in chapter 22 but only on the cheek, also characters kiss WWX on the cheek in chapter 23, but his real first kiss is with LWJ, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)
soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)
🔒 Cuties and Questions by WiseDawn13 (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern, Childhood Friends, POV WWX, losing touch with your best friend and then meeting each other again years later, Reunions, Getting Together, LWJ is a Little Shit, LWJ is a Confident Gay, WWX is Loved, CSSR and WCZ Live, the mortifying ordeal of finding out your childhood best friend grew up to be hot, Light Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending)
When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, WangXian, LQR & JFM, Modern, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)
2D)
Am I (Gusu Lan Cultivator, 24 M) the Asshole? by moonwaif (M, 41k, WangXian, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, modern cultivation au, Oblivious LWJ, Jealous LWJ, Jealous WWX, Misunderstandings, No actual WWX x Others, A "What If WWX Figured Out His Own Feelings First?", AU Hanguang-jun unlearns compulsory heteronormativity, Implied/Referenced Homophobia)
he gets under your skin by Skadiseven (M, 87k, WangXian, XiXian, (sort of), Inspired By While You Were Sleeping (1995), Modern AU, Accidental Engagement, Chicago (City), lan typical communication skills, wangxian's tendency to self-sacrifice, Christmas, Cats, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending)
2E)
💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)
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3. hiiii can you help me find fics where wangxian just got together and are exploring the relationship? or fics where wei ying is getting used to being loved after so long 🥹🫶
Seasons of Love by Witch_Nova221 (G, 24k, WangXian, Eventual Romance, Friends to Lovers, Friendship, Caring LWJ, POV WWX, Falling In Love, Self-Esteem Issues, Finding home, Post-Canon, Soft, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Happy Ending)
You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground (M, 9k, WangXian, LWJ POV, 5+1 Things, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Intimacy, Getting Together, Fluff, Post-Canon, Undressing, wwx’s ‘angry lwj’ kink)
Tripped at Every Step by brooklinegirl (E, 28k, WangXian)
the hidden source is the watchful heart by o_honeybees (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Domesticity, Touch-Starved, Grief/Mourning, Misunderstandings, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Unresolved Sexual Tension,Eventual Smut, reflections on selfishness and selflessness)
my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Part-epistolary, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Homecoming, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again)
I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (M, 28k, WangXian , Post-Canon Getting Together Love Letters Emotional Hurt/Comfort Cuddling & Snuggling Literal Sleeping Together Intimacy CQL Compliant No Plot Just Feelings First Time, [Podfic of] I hope that you will come and meet me by exmanhater )
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4. hello! i would really love to find fics where wwx (teen or adult) meets his parents and gets to have a relationship with them. maybe it’s a time traveling wwx or his parents time travel or something. bonus points if the weis get pissed off with the jiangs and gets him out of there!
🔒 the world wags on by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 5k, WCZ & WWX, WCZ & LQR, WCZ/LQR, canon divergence, pre-canon, WCZ lives, not everyone dies au, not Jiang friendly, past child abuse, canon Jiang family dynamics, not YZY friendly, parent- child relationship)
The Long Winding Road Homeby Admiranda (T, 13k, CSSR/WCZ, wangxian, flash forwards, Time Travel, Post canon, WWX’s parents come to post canon mdzs, not for JC fans, fluffy family reunions, mocking LQR to his face, mocking JC to his face, wild rumors abound)
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5. hi! ITMF Xue Yang centric fics? Ones where he was found by WWX and has a better childhood because of it. I'm fine with any ships or none. Just for reference, I really loved how Xue Yang's character and the relationship between him and Wen Ning developed in Yearning for Miles by Murahi. So if there are any other similar fics, I'll appreciate the recs, thank you!!
a bird in your teeth by Eevee (ChaosBitch) (E, 61k, JYL/XY, wangxian, Let XY have nice things, Let JYL get some good dick, (sorry JZX I know you did your best), Past JYL/JZX, Past JYL/MM, All of the sex in this fic is consensual, But one of the participants IS a fierce corpse, JYL POV, Minor Character Death, I feel like this fic turned out surprisingly soft, but XY still does some onscreen murders, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mention of JGS’s canon behavior, Mentions of XY’s canon behavior, Also Wangxian is not the main pairing, but they’re definitely here and stupider in love than ever, Angst, past XY/JGY, Hopeful Ending) JYL/XY fic where XY brings JYL back as a fierce corpse
Keep My Shadow Alive by namelessdeer (M, 81k, WIP, WangXian, Novel canon with CQL sprinkles, Found Family, Fix-It of Sorts, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, XY-centric, POV Multiple, Mental Health Issues, Psychological Trauma, Dubious Morality, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, adhd wwx, autistic lwj, Unreliable Narrator, Chronic Pain, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow To Update, rated for violence and heavy themes, Grief/Mourning) has XY presenting himself at the Burial Mounds as a disciple and not taking no for an answer. Mostly XY POV, but not always.
Please Take This Radish by Wildcard (M, 7k, WIP, LSZ & XY, XY & WQ, JYL & XY, JC & XY, WN & XY, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Canon Divergence, at no point does XY actually sell Wen Yuan, Bad Parenting, not abusive parenting, but just bad in the way of a kid who does not know how to parent, XY loves his little brother really, he's just not the best at showing it, raising the dead is easier than raising kids, Angst with a Happy Ending, Comedy, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Dysfunctional Family, demonic radishes, Everyone Lives, For Want of a Nail, Temporary Character Death, Mistaken Identity, XY is not the Yiling Patriarch, musical cultivation) is a really good wip where xy & yuan escape bm seige and xy is mistaken for a de-aged wwx
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6. I'm in the mood for a fic, where Lan Zhan has amnesia (preferably temporary) and doesn't remember anything. He doesn't know what Lan clan is, doesn't remember his family and events and Wei. It could be some injury or some spell. I wonder if there is such fic like that. Not modern au. I would like to see Lan Zhan being oblivious of Lan clan rules and not recognizing his uncle and brother. And being generally very confused of the cultivation world.
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7. Itmf god!wwx fics esp diverging aus where he ascends. Also itmf fics where wwx died earlier than in canon but still continues on in some way (a ghost, wrath/calamity, God, resurrected, etc.) and/or esp if he or others don't realize it at first.
🔒 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX's questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding) Wei wuxian basically became an official for diyu
🔒💖 Calling Heaven by mondengel (Not Rated, 2k, WangXian, God AU)
Having Enough (of your foolishness) by makexianxianhappytoday (T, 18k, WangXian, Hurt WWX, YLLZ WWX, BAMF WWX, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiang Family Bashing, Canon Divergence, CSSR and WCZ Live, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, JYL Lives, JZX Lives, (but what are the consequences), JC Bashing)
In the end by apathyinreverie (T, 4k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, WWX & WN, Canon Divergence, God WWX, WWX ascends, the cultivation world hates it, but they don't get a say, LWJ is done with the cultivation world, cultivation sect critical)
Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WQ & WN, WN & MXY & WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, Eventual WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, WQ comes back to haunt the cultivation world, Bad idea to kill the one person who didn’t kill anyone, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ)
Not Only Gods Are Listening by a_dancer (Not Rated, 69k, WangXian, HuaLian, Post-Canon TGCF, MDZS Fix-it, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, YLLZ WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Crossover)
🔒 Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, major character death, rape/non-con, underage, graphic depictions of violence, Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death, God WWX, God Verse, BAMF WWX, Grieving LWJ, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Gods & Goddesses au, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Rabbits, Fix-It, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Castration, Lots of it, repeatedly, Punishment, Hell)
🧡 Vow by draechaeli (E, 216k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, BeliefGod!WWX, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Pregnancy Kink, Mpreg, minor male lactation, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con because JGS, Mentions Canon Typical Incest, Canon Typical Violence)
Practical Mythology by metisket (T, 17k, WangXian, Time Travel, YLLZ WWX, myths and legends, apparently the burial mounds has to fix everything itself, zombie farm collective, accidental deities, Families of Choice, WWX has no idea what he's doing, that's why he's doing great)
Blood of the Black Earth by wirevix (M, 48k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Xuánwǔ of Slaughter Cave, Sunshot Campaign, Sad with a Happy Ending, Ghost WWX, Monster WWX, Canonical Character Death, Although not at the canonical time, Grief/Mourning, Good Sibling JC, Horror) WWX dies in Xuanwu cave and his spirit ends up merging with the murder turtle
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8. itmf vampire x werewolf wangxian @nalalie
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9. Fics where wangxin raise a daughter?
❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, 🔒[PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)
🔒 Little Stars by Aki_no_hikari (G, 4k, WangXian, Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Canon Divergence, Y��líng Wèi Sect)
🔒 Little fall of rain by luckymoonly (M, 10k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, WWX didn’t know he was pregnant, Mpreg, Mention of Birth, Family Feels, Nielan himbo rights, soft LQR, Misunderstandings, jealous LWJ, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Smut, Breastfeeding, Thirsty Granny Wen, JGS being his usual self)
❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love) Although Wei Ying & Lan Zhan haven't adopted the children yet, their parenting skills shine
Where the Lonely Ones Go by CSHfic, VSfic (T, 23k, WangXian, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Case Fic, Night Hunts, Fluff, Established Relationship, Mystery, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Haunting, Kid Fic, Post-Canon, gratuitous use of empathy) Although Wei Ying & Lan Zhan haven't adopted the children yet, their parenting skills shine
Foxsong by Admiranda (T, 41k, A-Qing & WWX & LWJ, Yi City trio, WangXian, SongXiao, fox a-qing, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Dragon LWJ/Fox WWX, XY causes problems, High Fantasy, mythical beasts in human forms, Found Family, background wangxian, married wangxian) Not quite what you're asking for, but it's about A-Qing and she essentially gets adopted by wangxian
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10. Hello again! Thank as always for your hard work guys!! ❤️❤️ I was wondering for the next I'm in the Mood for... a trope where WWX stays in lotus Pier and has a better/good relationship with JC!! Maybe the golden core reveal happens way earlier and they solve their stuff together (?) Thx in advance!! @nia-rarita
Rewrite the stars by Moonlit_dewdrops (T, 70k, JC & JYL & WWX, WangXian, JC/WQ, JYL & MM & WQ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective JC, yunmeng sibling love, Canon Divergence, Lives get saved, Yunmeng sibling bonding,bHurt/Comfort, Protective JYL, Golden Core Reveal, JYL & JZX Live, Fix-It, fuck JGS, JZN too, no one tolerating jin sect’s bullshit, Found Family, JC GETS TO BE HAPPY AND IS MARRIED, JYL & WQ & MM GET TO BE SWORN SISTERS, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, just a bit, WWX has PTSD due to Burial Mounds, Very protective younger bro vibes, soft JC, Family Feels, Healing, Not Everyone Dies, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, WWX will get a New Golden Core, justice for the wen remnants) Not quite the ask as its jiang cheng centric but its about jiang cheng if there was an early golden core reaveal and the relationship of wwx and jc .
🔒Blur the Edges of Memory by geethr75 (T, 53k, WangXian, JC centric, Good brother JC, Post canon, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, No golden core transfer, Sect Leader WWX, Hopeful Ending, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Hopeful Ending) is a JC-centric time travel AU where he prevents the core transfer and everything goes better. Chapters alternate between the original timeline and the new improved timeline.
A Mother’s Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, 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, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) The wen camps got whistleblown by jc and jzx by chance earlier so wwx wasn't involved and didn't get an excuse/chance to leave, giving him time to start dealing with his issues. Has sect culture and politics w Jiang sibs+jzx being real family to each other and an alliance to rekon with
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11. hi know there has to be a fic like this somewhere!! so basically takes place in canon but lz marries wy to save him and wy is locked in the cottage like how his dad married madam lan to save her and basically just LZ repeating his fathers mistakes but happy ending ofc @yesibest
Practical Considerations by teawater, the_anthropologist (E, 97k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, LQR & WWX, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Found Family, Spouses to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Politics, Scheming, Lán Elders are assholes, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, eventually BAMF LXC, learning to make decisions, Learning Self-worth, Self-Esteem Issues, Sweet Wangxian, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It, JC is a big asshole, he improves somewhat but it's open-ended, WWX learns to stand up for himself, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, POV wwx, POV LWJ, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Teacher wwx, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Protection Squad, Feelings Realization, WWX protector of the twin jades, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Protective LQR, Demonic Cultivator WWX, WWX is Loved, Married WangXian, Genius WWX, Everybody Lives) Wei Ying (and Jiang Cheng) think that an arranged marriage to Lan Zhan is made so the Lan can lock Wei Ying away for his demonic cultivation. Wei Ying isn't locked away & is eventually respected by most of the Lans, so it's not a perfect fit for the request.
pale shadows of forgotten names by Chrononautical (T, 56k, wangxian, Madam Lán Lives, Madam Lán Deserves Better, Good Sibling LXC, Badass LXC, He gets there in the end it just takes a while, Not particularly JGY friendly, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Canon-Typical Behavior, Unresolved Sexual Tension, the universal fear of growing up to become one of your parents, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives AU, Except WN but he's very polite, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Imprisonment, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not between wangxian, Drunk LWJ, to lighten the mood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Traumatized WWX, though he will not admit it, Taking time to heal, canon-typical communication skills) Lwj is very much trying to avoid his father's mistakes as much as he can in this one, but it is about Lwj marrying Wwx to protect him and the lans keeping him locked up
A Way Out by pinkquilts (E, 143k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Living Together, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, First Love, Locked In, Major Character Injury, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Tension, Drunken Shenanigans, WWX misinterprets literally everything, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Fix-It, Injury) they're not married but wwx's is trapped inside the jingshi against his will (initially at least)
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12. I'm in the mood for ... a Star Wars AU. Any of them out there? Thanks for any you can think of! @pinetreelady
🔒Divided Destinies by Samking (T, 48k, WangXian, Star Wars Setting, Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic References, Star Wars level of violence)
change by antebunny (G, 16k, WangXian, WWX & JYL, LWJ & LXC, Star Wars Fusion, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Telepathy, because...the Force, Non-Graphic Violence, The Power of Love™, BAMF WWX, JYL is a queen, wwx is a little shit)
Hollowed By The Depths by rymyanna (T, 57k, WangXian, Star Wars Setting, Minor Character Death, Non-Graphic Violence, Family Feels, Attempt at Humor, Force Bond (Star Wars), Established Relationship, Forbidden Love)
The Return Of the (Yiling) Sith by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 23k, WangXian, SongXiao, Star Wars Setting, Hurt/Comfort, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Alternating, The Force, Kidnapping, Pining, IN SPACE!)
🔒The shortest moments are the longest memories by giorassol, hypermoyashi, IceBreeze, Pteropoda (SilentP), Silverne (T, 6k, WangXian, Star Wars Setting, not crackRound Robin, Writing Exercise)
Circlet of Death by cinder1013 (E, 20k, WangXian, XiYao, MingYu, Star Wars Fusion, scum, Villainy, Pirates, I make up Jedi stuff, Gender Fluid Character, Genderfluid MXY, Misgendering, BAMF JYL, Tantric Sex, Badass QS, Sexual Violence, Anal Sex, Wedding Night)
🔒Starlight Will Shake by Syolen (T, 10k, WangXian, Star Wars AU, Pre-Relationship, but they'll get there, Order 66, All that sweet sweet yearning)
fallen by insane_falcon (T, 8k, WangXian, Star Wars Setting, Inspired by Star Wars, Mandalorian WWX, Sith LWJ, Implied Sexual Content, Reunions)
Built On Hope by Alaceron (G, 2k, wangxian, star wars au)
🔒Duel of the Twins by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 71k, WIP, WangXian, Star Wars Setting, Science Fiction, each chapter is intended to be a whole movie within a trilogy, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, mild body horror, Mentions of Suicide, But only in passing, please take that major character death warning seriously, Angst with a Happy Ending, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Angst)
🔒Zona by FixaIdea (T, 12k, WangXian, Crossover, Survival, Wilderness Survival, Accidental Baby Acquisition, (teens but you get the idea), Mild Gore, Found Family, of sorts, weird physics, Character Death, pre-AOTC)
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13. Hii thank you so much for previous recommendations!! I've been looking for a fic (not specific) in the modern world where the Juniors are at school and they have 'parents visit day' or something similar, and the whole gang is coming. Like WWX, LWJ, JC, and basically everyone, and all the other parents are shocked (it's a bonus). That's it, I think. Ty so muchh!
🔒 how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)
🔒 care by everbrighter (T, 35k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, modern w/ magic, resurrection, family bonding, getting to know each other, past character death, pining)
not unspectacular things by taizi (T, 14k, WangXian, The Parent Trap Fusion, Unconventional Families, Adopted Children, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Back Together, Happy Ending, the kids are alright, Families of Choice, Modern AU, Meddling Kids, Unreliable Narrator, Good Sibling JC, Protective NHS, One Big Happy Family, POV Third Person Limited)
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14. hihi! Any rogue cultivator WWX fics? Preferably long fics and nothing explicit, but I'm fine with oneshots/short ones too. For the next ITMF! Thank you for the help! :D
🔒 Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending) link in #2
We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 316k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Plot, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX’s Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings, Married WangXian, Honeymoon, Wangxian’s Baby Fever)
Going on charmingly by scribbet (T, 21k, WangXian, Teenage LWJ, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR’s Disciple, Genius WWX, Petty LWJ, Meddling LXC, What if LWJ didn’t have an excuse to instantly write WWX off?, Canon Divergence, JFM Doesn’t Adopt WWX, WWX minus canon sense of obligation, but still with an inability to shut up around LWJ, I swear LWJ’s inner voice was no quite so snarky when I started this, JZN is unfortunately present but only to lose face, LQR’s inconsistent adherence to the Lan clan precepts, writing the effective Lan education you would like to see in the world, Technically pre-relationship, but in the typical Wangxian way of them being in deep but just not acknowledging it yet, POV LWJ)
🔒 crying like a fire in the sun by Reverie (cl410) (T, 10k, WangXian, SongXiao, BSSR/LY, Runaway WWX, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Die, srogue cultivator WWX, Angst, Post Cloud Recesses, Not YZY Friendly, Happy Ending, BSSR is WWX’s grandmother instead of grandmaster)
Cartwheels In Cloud Recesses Series by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 23k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR and WCZ Live, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans)
The Devil That You Forgot by pottedplnt (Not Rated, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, BAMF WWX, YLLZ WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Angst, Sentient Burial Mounds, Demonic Cultivation, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sunshot Campaign, Chronic Pain, JFM and YZY Bashing, Bad Parent YZY, Jiāng Family Bashing)
A Thousand Things by tickertape (M, 108k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Developing Friendships, lots of OCs, miscommunication and misunderstandings (they’re idiots your honor), Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Slow Burn)
Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, WangXian, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters., hurt no comfort for Jiang siblings.)
🔒 Flowers Blooming by Ilona22 (M, 35k, WangXian, Adoption, Prostitution, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Growing Up)
Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)
Our Immortal Blood by Saori (M, 81k, WangXian, Alternate Universe, Temporary Character Death, Minor Character Death, Platonic Relationships, Family Feels, Blood and Injury, Night Hunts, Monsters, Immortality, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Slow Burn, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Marriage Proposal, Angst with a Happy Ending)
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15. Hihi I wondering if you knew of any fics where wwx is a dragon rider? Or dragons just in general?
No A/B/O or character bashing please 🙏
A Baby Dragon’s Guide To Seducing Your Huli Jing by sweetlolixo (M, 102k, wangxian, Fantasy, But still in the Cultivation World, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Younger LWJ, Older WWX, Fluff, Humor, Eventual mpreg, Angst with a Happy Ending, Best Boy A-Yuan)
cloudy autumn heaps the sky by anatheme (T, 23k, WangXian, Fantasy, Universe Alteration, Secret Identity, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Timeline What Timeline, wwx is a little older here, wwx piling gifts on lwj and encouraging hoarding tendencies, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Arranged Marriage)
The Dragon’s Bride by jaws_3 (T, 34k, WangXian, Beauty and the Beast Fusion, Arranged Marriage elements, Slow Burn, sometimes ya get sent off to atone for ur villages misgivings and u just gotta deal, Dragon LWJ, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Spanish Translation Available)
These Mortal Treasures by ChilianXianzi (T, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Dragon LWJ, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Possessive LWJ, Domestic Fluff, implied eggpreg, The Cultivation World’s canonical fuckery, eggyuan!, Gift Giving)
this river runs to you Series by aubreyli, sundiscus (T/E, 66k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Literal Sleeping Together, Tender wound tending, First Time, Oral Sex, Coming Untouched, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship) 
To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)
🔒 flame and rust by cl410 (M, 34k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Happy ending, Dragon WWX, Fluff and Humor, Light angst) although not tagged as bashing, are tagged for Wei Ying's abuse at the hands of Madam Yu
my rivers tilt towards you by perfectlyrose (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fairy Tale Elements, dragonji, mentions of, Madam Yu’s A+ Parenting, First Meetings, Romance, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort) although not tagged as bashing, are tagged for Wei Ying's abuse at the hands of Madam Yu
climb the sky, make the flight Series by exmanhater (E, 26k, WangXian, Dragons, Mating Flight (Dragonriders of Pern), Pern Fusion, First Time, Riding, Anal Fingering, LWJ is a service top, Fire Lizards, Established Relationship, 5+1 Things, Threadfall (Dragonriders of Pern), Telepathy) the series "climb the sky, make the flight" by exmanhater is a Pern fusion AU. I don't *think* there's any character bashing but it's been a while.
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16. Do you also find fics with other ships? I am in the mood for a fic, where it would focused on Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan. And what I have in mind specifically, it's their first meeting. There is a lot of fics where they meet and instantly goes along (they are part of larger story focused on wangxian ship) or they are usually together. But I would like to read something more detailed on how they first met and bonus point if they wouldn't get along at first at all:) No modern au please.
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17. hi ! im looking for fics where yiling laozu era wei wuxian meets post canon wangxian (or any similar fics where different versions of the characters meet). ive read a bunch but cant find any of them :( i know theres a good amount that are pwp but theres also a bunch that have no smut/arent just smut which is what im looking for more tho I'll take whatever :) @snapcracklepop-myjoints
Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, Post-Canon)
River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, LJY having the time of his life, Voyeurism)
Song of Joy and Regrets by HelloKitten (Not Rated, 134k, wangxian, hualian, WIP, TGCF, Angst, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, characters watching their series, Time Travel Fix-it)
花无百日红; the flower that withers by yiqie (M, 29k, wangxian, Time Travel Fix-It of Sorts, Case Fic, Spells & Enchantments, Hurt/Comfort, Forgiveness, It’s about the emotional catharsis, If you have ever laughed at WWX clowning himself for the ‘no one will marry you’ scene, This fic is: for you)
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murasakiyugata · 1 year ago
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"Wrightworth" is such a steampunk-sounding name, though, like...
"Salutations! I'm Doctor Professor Inspector Gearington Wrightworth, the world-famous inventor. How may I be of service? 'Ship' you say? Why, indeed, I have the most marvelous of flying contraptions! How did you know? What's that? 'Gay ship'? Well, I suppose I am rather jovial when I ride upon it!"
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somuchforahobby · 6 days ago
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Summary: An arranged marriage to everyone's fav tsar Words: 10K, chapter 1/2 Tags: Fluff & angst Warnings: women used as bargain to win wars ? Gifs stolen from: @goatsandgangsters Read on AO3 ******
The Palace was much bigger than you were told. As soon as you stepped off the carriage you were led to what would be your rooms. On the right was a big bed, a sitting area in front of a chimney and a bathroom. At the end of the room there was a door to the balcony. 
You stood on the balcony for what felt like hours thinking about all of this. An arranged marriage, a bitter laugh on your lips. Damned your father to have sold you off to Ravka and damned the King for buying you off in exchange for an alliance with Kerch. The irony of it all would drive you crazy.
“It is a nice view” a voice behind startled you. It was a man in ragged and dirty clothes. “Do you ice-skate?” There was a shit eating grin on his handsome face.
“No”
“Perhaps you will learn this winter” he pointed to the lake, “it becomes a ice rink”
“Does the tsar skate?”
His grin turned into a half smile, “he does, or tries to.”
“Who are you?” 
“A friend”
“Of who?” You looked him up and down.
“Hopefully yours”
“I don’t think I’ll be allowed to have male friends” you looked at him again, “not that handsome at least” a blush raced to your cheeks.
“Yeah, you should ask your fiancé” The stranger leaned against the balcony, next to you.
“When I meet him” a disdained sight left your mouth, “do you work here?”
“Yes”
“What do you do?”
“A little bit of everything but first and foremost I’m an inventor” 
“Of what?”
“Mmmm” he tapped fingers against his mouth, thinking, “ships, aircrafts” 
“Are you part of the army?” 
“Yes I am”
“Is it true that Ravka has flying ships?”
He laughed, “it is true, I invented them myself” 
“The groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding!” A beautiful red haired woman shouted from inside of the room. She was wearing a kefta and glaring daggers at the man next to you. 
“Your highness.” You bowed your head slightly to him.
“Please don’t.” He took a step forward, his hands raised awkwardly at his sides, uncertain what to do with them. “Please don’t ever do that again, it is just Nikolai.” 
You raised your eyes to see him and nodded.
“You can have all the friends you want” he smirked, “none of them will be this handsome anyway”
You nodded, suddenly ashamed of your bolt of honesty.
“Hey” he lifted your face to see him, “we will see a way to make this work.” He gave you a half smile that told you he was not comfortable with this either.
“I am sure we will.” You gave him one of your own, “Nikolai.”
And with that, his smile was complete.
***
The ceremony was beautiful, you had to thank Genya for all the attention to detail in the decorations as well as to your dress. The white and golden gown worthy of fairy tales had been a perfect choice.
You drank and danced with your husband and guests, and although every single member of Nikolai’s court treated you wonderfully, your smile could not quite reach your eyes. There was an unspoken sorrow in your heart, no matter how handsome and kind your husband was, you did not know him and yet you now had to devote your life to him.
You thanked the servant who helped you out of the dress, walked into your joint bedroom in your nightgown and your heart stomping out of your chest.
Your husband was taking off his jewelry when he spotted you through the mirror, a shy smile on his face.
“Hey” he greeted first.
“Hi” you walked to him, “would you like me to call someone to help you?” 
“No, thanks. I can do it.” He continued with the buttons on his jacket. Although the gloves made the task much more difficult.
“I can help you, then.” His hands laid nimbly at his sides as your fingers did the work efficiently. “You looked very handsome today.” You complimented, trying to get the conversation flowing.
“Thank you. I must admit I felt quite jealous, I don’t think I could ever look as good as you, my queen.” 
Your face flushed at his compliment, quickly finishing with his jacket and taking a step back, looking down.
“Are you alright?” 
You figured it was best to be honest about it. “I am nervous, Nikolai. I have never done this and I hope I can, well, please you.” Your face was crimson by the time you finished the sentence, but his’ was puzzled.
“Done what?” His brows furrowed.
“Consummate a marriage.” You looked away in shame.
He scoffed. “Neither have I, I’m afraid this is my first marriage.” 
His joke release tension from you, making you smile, “you know what I mean.” 
“I do, but you don’t have to worry about that.” His gloved fingers guided your chin to look back at him. “I have no intentions of doing it tonight, or any other night, as long as you do not want it. I do not find your fear desirable.”
A breeze of relief fell on you.
“I asked for your room to be ready for tonight, you can stay there as long as you like. This thing-“ his hand gestured to the space between your bodies, “will take time, and I have no intention in hurrying it.”
“Thank you. But I know why I am here, Nikolai. If this thing” you mirrored his gesture, “doesn’t work, just know I know my duty.”
He contemplated you for a minute before speaking again. “I will not bring a child product of fear and disdain into this world. It would not make a good king.” He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. “Good night, my queen.” 
With that, you left his room for the night, grateful that you had not married an ape.
***
“I did not know I had married a little myshka.” Your husband smiled from the door of the library, bringing one to your own face.
“Moi tsar.” You teased, “what a surprise to see you this afternoon.” 
He walked to you, hands clasped on his back, looking at the books on the table.
“Ravka’s history and myths.” When you looked up he extended a bouquet of flowers to you. “Thank you!” 
“The least I can do for my queen” he sat in front of you, “how are your studies going so far?” 
“Good, the life of Saints is a bit confusing, but it is going well.” You took a quick look at your notes, leaving the flowers aside, “Hopefully I can get a good idea soon enough so I can join your court, maybe?”
“Oh” he smiled, “is that what you wish to do?”
“I think so.”
“Why?” He seemed intrigued.
“Well, I was on my way to become a scholar in Ketterdam, I think I could do decent work.” 
“I went to College in Ketterdam as well, quite a nice place.”
The declaration surprised you, “Oh? Never saw you there, I think.” 
“I doubt we frequented the same places, darling.” He smirked.
“What was your major?” 
“Law and politics.” 
“Same as me.”
“Yeah but I barely spent any time in classes.” 
“Were you a drunken moi tsar?” You teased.
He laughed, “I will not entertain this nonsense of accusation.” 
“You were!” You laughed as well. “That is why I never saw you there.”
“You are also younger than me!” He tried to defend himself.
“Just two years, I still could have seen you in some classes.”
He scrunched his nose, “good thing you did not”
“Why?” 
“I would have asked you out, of course.”
You scoffed, “I don’t think so”
“Are you joking?” a pretty girl who can do all of my homework? Darling you would have been my number one target.”
It was your turn to laugh, “then good thing you didn’t because I wouldn’t have done your homework.”
He shrugged, “I would have done mine with you, for sure.”
You blushed at his comment, feeling your face warm at the insinuation. “But we did not meet.”
He raised his shoulders, dismissing the missed opportunity.
“So… a law and politics advisor in my council. I like that. Right now it is filled with soldiers, Ravka is in urgent need of a brain there.” 
You matched his smile with your own. “I’d be honored.”
His eyes were kind on you, as if he was amazed to hear you want to be part of his life. “Please let me know when you feel ready and or if you have any doubts.” He took a look at his watch and then stood up. 
“Nikolai, I do have one question.” He looked back at you tenderly. “What is myshka?” 
A sweet smile lightened his face, “mouse, my little library mouse.” He leaned in to kiss the top of your head before leaving you for the day.
***
Time passes so slowly when you are in a trial.
“She bleeds again.” One of you maids said during your second month in the Palace. 
“You shouldn’t be running everyday, moi tsaritsa. Your eggs will fall.” the doctor ordered, little did he know you had barely seen your husband.
“It is not her bleeding we should be checking.” Some girl whispered during your breakfast at the patio, while you pointlessly drank all sorts of beverages to ‘help’ your fertility.
“He doesn’t like her because she is not noble” a whisper on your back, “neither is -“ she shut up when you looked.
“Your duty to the Lantsov Dynasty remains” a letter addressed to you from Queen Tatiana was stamped in your brain. You tossed it in the trash when you read it. 
“Nikolai wants you to visit the Hospital today and send the ill his regards.” Genya announced with a smile that brought sickness to your mouth at the mere thought that everyone in the Palace knew your husband’s wishes better than you.
Whispers and voices filled your days, until it was nighttime.
Because every night, you had dinner at the quietness of your chambers and then, you would stay awake to listen when your husband came into his room, next door from your own. When he did you counted the steps that accompanied and then waited in the hall to see who and when they left.
Every night your heart sank a little deeper, because every night the same person walked out of his chambers.
And not a single time General Nazyalensky could hold your stare.
***
You were not speaking to him. You were actually avoiding him.
You ran at breakfast time, ate at council time and read in your bedroom. It was not so hard considering he didn't try to find you either and he was away constantly. Away with her, your mind shouted.
A month or so went by since the last time you had seen your husband. Until one night a servant announced the King wanted to have dinner together.
You chose the most beautiful dress in Lantsov blue, simple but elegant, to drag yourself to the dining room. He was already there in his First Army uniform, smirking at you.
“My beautiful wife.” He stood and walked to you, bringing your knuckles to his lips and placing a soft kiss. He helped you in your seat before returning to his. “I missed you, I haven’t seen you in forever.” He complained with tenderness. 
You did not answer.
“I just returned from a trip with General Nazyalensky and Count Kirigin, can you believe he is crazy for her?”
You bit down a growl. The audacity of this man, you thought.
“I was hoping you’d join the council soon, how are your studies going?”
You did not answer.
“I am running out of ideas for a conversation here, darling. I think I need your help.” His tone was firm and you finally raised your eyes from your plate to his face.
You sighed, “leave us” The waiters left the room, giving you the much needed privacy. “Perhaps you should ask General Nazyalensky to join you for dinner.”
Every hint of amusement and his signature smirk were gone in an instant. “Why would I?” 
“Well if you can’t help to have her in your chambers every night then perhaps you should have dinner with her as well.” Your tone was also firm.
His eyes did not falter, “it is not what you think”
“Then explain it.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me”
“You have my word, dar—” 
Your scoff interrupted him. “Nikolai,” your patience thinned, “I would rather you behave like a jerk than keep up the good boy facade while you’re mocking me.” 
“Because I am not!”
You covered your face with your hands, it was the lie that hurt the most. “I knew this would happen and I only ask you to be more discreet.” You sighed, keeping your face down, “the whole damn castle talks about it and I am the idiot wife who can’t even do what she was brought to do. I can’t compete with her, Nikolai. She has it all, the beauty, the power, the king’s attention. It’s excruciating.”
“Look at me.” A firm order, your eyes caught his again, only that this time you did not see Nikolai, you were looking at the King. “You do not have to compete with her or anyone else, you are my queen.” His gloved hand captured yours on the table, drawing circles on your skin with his thumb while guiding it to his chest, you could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, “I swear to you, there is no one else, General Nazyalensky is not in my bed. You must believe me. I will do anything for you to believe me.” 
“Everything but the truth.”
His heart beat faster. “What can I do to make you trust me? What do you want?”
Tears pricked your eyes, “Your attention.”
“You have it, but now I will make sure you have no doubts about it.” He closed both eyes, then swallowed, defeated. “Would it be ok with you if I paid you a visit every night, and then returned to my rooms?” 
“That would be a place to start.”
“Although, the Second Army General will continue to make a brief visit afterwards.” 
“Can I be there as well?”
“No.” That was definite. It amazed you how easy he changed from Nikolai to The Tsar.
“This would be easier if you told me the truth.” 
An exasperated sigh left his mouth and he stood from his seat, “my word will have to do for now, myshka.” 
Removing your hand from his chest, he laid a tender kiss to your knuckles before leaving the room.
***
Later that night he knocked on your door, you opened it widely and he walked all the way to the couch in front of the fireplace. “How was your day?” 
You sat next to him, facing the fire, his arm extended on cushions and your shoulders. “It was alright. I have been looking for books or writings about your father’s reign but I haven’t found any.” 
His gloved fingers picked a strand of your hair to toy with. “I think I can help you with that, if you’d like?”
“Please.”
“Well, umm” his gaze was lost on your hair, “what would you like to know?” 
“Anything a member of your council should know.”
He thought for a minute or two, immersed in your hair, “I do not think he was a good king. All he did was send troops to borders, give power to the darkling and the apparat, I don’t think he cared for the needs of the working class.”
“And do you?”
“Of course. I’d be a fool not to, they’re the only ones who want me to keep my throne.” He gave you a lazy smile.
“Why is it different what your father did with the darkling than what you do with the triumvirate?”
He leaned back, getting more comfortable, as he weighed your question. “Because I am not relying on one person but a council of Grisha, and because they would never do the atrocities the darkling did.”
“Such as?” 
“Separating families, sending children to be abused by powerful men, even to the king himself…” 
“Nikolai,” you turned your whole body to face him, “that is an awful thing to say about your father.” 
He released a hopeless scoff, “good thing I am not.”
Your head leaned to a side at his statement, “so it is true?” 
“I am afraid so.”
“Well that is also important information for a political advisor.” 
He smirked, “and to my wife.”
“I don’t think she’d care as much as Fjerda.”
“Is that a fact?” He asked playfully.
“A hundred percent.” 
He leaned towards you, leaving a kiss on your temple, “That is good to know.” He mumbled against your hair.
“How was your day?” 
“Awful.” He looked at the fire. “There are a bunch of people wanting to Sanctify the Darkling and my wife hates me.” He looked at you with what you guessed was some sadness in his eyes.
“I don’t think she hates you.”
The tiniest of smiles tugged at his lips, “no?” 
“No. I think she is just insecure.”
“Well she shouldn’t. As a victim myself I would never inflict the pain of lies on someone else.”
“Thank you.” You whispered and his face warmed.
“Trust me, please.” 
You simply nodded. 
You both sat by the fire for a good while, his arm on your shoulders as you slowly dozed off.
The next morning you woke up in your bed, alone. The other side, as usual, untouched.
***
“It is not up for discussion” one of your maids had said. So now here you were, dressed in a beautiful gown, alone in the balcony while strangers celebrated your Birthday in the saloon.
The leaves on the trees had just started to fall, early signs of the upcoming autumn visible in the palace gardens. The night breeze stirred your arms, making you shiver. A warm jacket fell on your shoulders then, making you turn to find a man standing beside you.
“My apologies, moi tsaritsa. You seemed to be cold.” A tall man with dark hair said. “I am Count Anton Nerenski, your highness.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Count Nerenski.” You turned to the gardens again.
“Beautiful party, I assume that tulips are your favorite?” 
Since the whole Palace was filled with them it was a fair assumption, “No. Roses are.” 
“Then why haven’t I seen any?” He quipped.
You sighed, “because nobody asked me anything about this damned party.”
“If I had known roses were your favorite I would have brought you a hundred of them.” 
You turned to see him, there was tenderness in his eyes, “thank you Count Nerenski.”
“Please, call me Anton.” 
You smiled and he matched. 
“If you don’t mind me asking, Your Highness, Where is the King?”
You sighed, unable to hide your disappointment. He left in the morning and promised to come back before the celebration, yet he had failed his promise. “He is on an important business trip.”
“And how do you feel that he is away?” 
Your jaw tightened, your whole body turned to face him, “I do mind your questioning, and I am nothing but proud of the King’s work. As should you.” 
“My apologies, your highness. I didn't mean to offend the King.” 
“You have spent far too much time on this conversation apologizing, haven’t you?” You pressed.
He scoffed, “I have, and I am further willing to get on my knees if my queen requested so.” 
A blush crept your face, understanding the nature of his intentions. “I wish for no such thing.”
“Yet,” his features softened, “but the path you are on is a lonely one, moi tsaritsa, I wish to extend you my friendship if you ever need it.” 
You merely looked at him: he was a handsome man, taller than you, his eyes were the color of sapphires, and a full beard filled his face. Black hair fell to his shoulders, which were wide and built like a soldier’s. Was this how your life would be now? Men throwing themselves at you offering an affair to deal with your loneliness?
“Your beauty does not belong to a balcony, moi tsaritsa, you have not danced all night, would you like to change that?” Count Nerenski extended a hand to you.
“As caring as always Anton, but I am afraid I must steal my dashing wife’s first dance.” Nikolai’s voice took you out of your thoughts, your eyes instantly finding him. Your heart swelled on your chest at the sight of him, already taking off his First Army jacket and walking towards you. “I fear other men might try to take her for a swing, forgetting altogether that can be considered treason. Although, I would too forget protocols and loyalties at the sight of her.” Nikolai’s voice was cheerful, yet a slight treat could be found in it.
Nikolai removed Anton’s jacket from your shoulders, replacing it with his own and pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek.
Anton grabbed his jacket from Nikolai’s hand, “Your Highness” bowed towards both of you and returned to the saloon. 
“My savior” you looked up to your husband.
“Would you dance with me?” He offered, his hand lingering on your waist. “I’m afraid I have to remind everyone in this Country who your husband is before they try to steal you from me.”
“Are you jealous, moi tsar?” You teased.
He huffed, “of Count Nerenski? Don’t make me laugh, dear.” His fingers tapped your waist to the rhythm of the background music.
“Then laugh.” You dared, “laugh and take the jealousy off your face.”
“I’d be jealous if you had enjoyed his company.”
“I enjoyed the warmth of his jacket.”
He scoffed, “enjoying another man's warmth, darling please just put a bullet in my head, it would wound me less”
“I am sorry, Nikolai.”
“Don’t be, unless you are actually interested in him?” There was a silent sorrow behind the question.
“I am not.” 
“Then I am sorry for not arriving on time.” His gloved hand touched your cheek, you leaned to his palm. “I brought you a gift though.” From the pocket of his pants he pulled a paper and handed it to you. It was a list. 
“You bought… nineteen, twentyfiv, THIRTY books?” You looked up to him to find him smiling.
“Well I could not fit them all in my pockets so I figured I’d show you the list. If you want to change them we can go to the bookstore tomorrow morning. The order sails in the afternoon to Ketterdam.”
“Nikolai” tears gathered in your eyes, touched by his present. “You didn’t have to do that, thank you.” 
He placed a lock of hair behind your ear, “I might have not known you loved roses but I knew you loved books.” 
“Thank you.” 
“Let’s go back in there and give them a nice show, shall we?” 
You nodded.
He helped you get your arms through his own jacket, “such a condecorated and beautiful soldier.” 
With both hands on your nape, you pulled your hair out of the jacket. “What can I say? I'm a catch.” 
He smirked, “of course you are” he guided you towards him with a hand on your waist, pushing your body against his, as you both walked back to the salon.
One of Nikolai’s valets stepped in front of you. “Your Highness, it is against protocol for the Queen to wear a military uniform as it is for the King to have an incomplete one. Also please be aware of the closeness.” The man’s eyes moved between your bodies, clashed together. 
“Thank you for your suggestion, Mikhail.” Nikolai pulled you towards the dance floor. 
Gasps filled the room when you both bowed before the music started; the King without his jacket and said jacket on his wife’s shoulders must have been a whole show. Anxiety left your body as soon as his hands guided your waist through the waltz.
***
You left the bath in a sheer gown, your hair wet falling on your back after your usual bath post run, and found your husband waiting for you in the same spot he had taken the day before, but instead of toying with your hair, he had one of your books in his hands and his long legs stretched on the couch. At the sight of you he raised his eyes to your body, taking an embarrassing amount of time admiring you before turning away. 
“I am sorry I should have-“ 
You grabbed a robe and pulled it on your shoulders, “that’s fine, you can look now.” 
When you saw his face, a faint blush still colored his cheeks. 
“How can I be of service, moi tsar?” 
He rearranged himself, allowing you to sit on the other side of the couch, nervousness could still be found in him, oddly enough. “I came to ask you to join me at the council today.”
“Yes, sure, when is it?” 
He looked at his watch, “In 10 minutes.”
“Oh.” You walked to your wardrobe in a rush, trying to find something to wear.
“Punctuality is important but not mandatory for a queen, myshka. Take your time.” He leaned back and returned his gaze to the book in his hands.
Without Genya or a maid to help you, you put on a dress and dried your hair as much as possible before leaving your chambers with your husband. You had never been to the war room before, and you were just as surprised to see it as the people inside were surprised to see you.
Nikolai held your hand during the entirety of the meeting, drawing circles on your skin with his thumb, what you had now identified as an anxiety tick.
Every time some decision was to be made, he turned to you and asked your opinion, every time you said you’d rather listen this time and every time he announced again you were a political genius to the group. Shy smiles could be spotted between all of them as a blush betrayed you. 
Once the meeting was over and everyone had left the room, Nikolai turned to you with the brightest smile you had seen in him yet.
“Thank you.” He placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.
“Thank you for letting me in. I have so much to learn from all of you.”
“Nonsense.” He hooked your hand on his arm, walking out of the room with you. 
***
“I have been wanting to ask you something.” You said after a few minutes of silence. 
He nodded, asking you to continue. 
“In Ketterdam, there were some places where people had stuff and you could go in and get it for a price.”
His eyebrows furrowed, confused. “Yeah?”
“Every month, my father gave me a certain amount of money for me to be able to get whatever things I wanted.” 
Nikolai tilted his head.
“And since I have been here of course I have not yet needed to buy anything, because the Palace has it all.” You started speaking faster, “But I heard there will be an art bazaar downtown and I would like to go. However I do not have any money and I was wondering if maybe you could lend me some?”
“Lend you?” His voice was firm yet confused.
“Yes”
“And how would you pay me back?”
You had not thought about it, “I could send word to my father so—“ his laugh interrupted your rant. He had bent over his stomach laughing while you stared, not sure what was so funny.
“You are the queen of Ravka!” He said between paths, “you do not need to carry money around !” He said it like a dirty word.
“I do not understand?” 
He took a long breath to rearrange himself. “You can go downtown whenever you please, you get whatever you want and ask for the tab, then bring it to my valet and forget about it.” 
“Oh” you blushed, suddenly ashamed of your question. “And I can do that anywhere?” 
“Nearly, yes.” 
Now it was your turn to smirk. 
“But please measure yourself, do not bring this country to bankruptcy.” He teased.
“You should have thought about that before laughing at your queen!” You teased back.
He sighed and sank deeper into your bedroom’s couch, “either with her beauty or her boldness, but this queen of mine is gonna drive me crazy.”
***
You hugged your legs close to your torso, leaning your face against your knees, watching him as he told you yet another story of his life at Sea. By now the only thing you wish to have done before marrying him was getting to know the notorious Sturmhond. 
Nikolai was so passionate about his privateer past, the way he told the tales was so detailed, you could picture them in your head and soon after you could swear you had been there. He talked about Kaz Brekker and the crows, and your mouth opened to know he knew and was friends with your father’s biggest headache, both laughing at the thought of him finding out.
“What do you desire, Nikolai?” You asked after a few minutes of silence and looking at the nostalgia on his face.
“For peace in Ravka.” A well rehearsed answer.
“I asked Nikolai, not the tsar.” 
He finally looked at you, “what I desire has no consequence since I am no longer a man but a Sovereign.” 
“And if you were just a man again, what would you desire?” 
His shoulders dropped with a sigh, “to sleep” he stared at the fire for a long time, then asked, “what would you desire?”
“To hold your hand.”
He grabbed your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before tangling his fingers with yours.
“Without the gloves, Nikolai.”
He did not speak for a while, just looking at your hands intertwined. 
“I was cursed by the darkling.”
“I have heard, Korol Rezni.” 
He looked back at you with profound sadness in his eyes, “yes, which is why I can not let you see my hands.” 
He dropped your hand and stood up abruptly.
“Nikolai, plea—“
“No” again, when he turned it was the Tsar. You kept your place and nodded when he said good night.
***
You had ten people around you, all of them working to get you ready for your agenda of the day. Genya was working on your hair when you realized nobody was working anymore and instead they were bowing. You turned to find Nikolai leant against the door frame, looking at you.
“Moi tsar.” You teased and returned to look at Genya.
“My beautiful wife.” He walked to your line of sight. “Busy day?”
“Yes, I will visit the primary school today.” A bright smile lightened your face.
“By yourself?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Tamar is going with me.”
“Mmmm” he contemplated for a minute, “Tolya will go as well.”
“And what about you?” As much as you appreciated his concern, he could not be left without a bodyguard.
“I’ll be right in front of him the whole time.” He smirked, “if you don’t mind of course?” 
You smiled, “I’ll be honored.”
That night you were crying on the balcony when he let himself into your room. The weight of everything you had seen that day was starting to get you. 
“Darling?��� His voice echoed from your bedroom.
“Over here!” You cleaned your face best as you could hoping he wouldn’t notice, but failed.
“What’s wrong?” There was concern in his voice, “are you hurt?” 
You scoffed, “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”
“What’s wrong?” He guided your shoulders to him, then drew your face upwards.
“What we saw today made me a little sad.” 
“The school?” 
You nodded.
“I don’t think I understand?” His brows furrowed. “I saw children very happy to meet their queen.”
You turned your body towards the garden again, leaning your forearms to the balcony. “I saw boys, mostly. Little girls, that started to be less and less around the age of nine.” A long sigh left your mouth, “they are not in school because they are married, Nikolai.”
“No, that’s” 
“What?” You turned to him, his brows were furrowed, he was piecing together a puzzle.
“Illegal” he muttered.
“Just because it’s illegal doesn’t make it undoable.” There was hate in your voice as you said it.
“That is what illegal means.”
“It means nothing if you don’t do anything to stop it!” You tried to regain control over yourself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. It’s just that I feel for all those girls who will never get to experience their lives because their parents sold them off to the highest bet.”
“Like you.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Panic flooded you, “No! Nikolai, don’t! I am so very lucky to have you!” Your hands landed on his chest, as if you were trying to keep his heart inside.
There was a sad smile on his face as his hands circled yours, “I understand, I often wonder how different my life would be if I had been born a woman, I understand you are upset.”
“Every day I thank the Saints for the luck I have to be your wife, Nikolai. I swear.” You looked him deep in the eye, not a single doubt on your words. “I just grieve for those girls that did not have the luck I had to marry a kind man.” 
He kissed both your hands and then held you into a tight hug. “Then good thing you are the queen of Ravka and can change things for them.” He mumbled on your hair.
***
You had taken your reading to the gardens. The Palace was just too much noise, too many people, so many whispers. You laid leaning against a tree, reading the Story of Saints again, trying desperately to distract your mind from the aura surrounding you.
You stared at the Palace from afar, how could a place so beautiful be so obsessed with finding other’s flaws? No doubt why the royals often went crazy.
“I have been looking for you” Nikolai’s voice startled you, making you drop your book from your hands to the floor. He sat next to you on the grass. “What are you doing?” 
You did not turn to him, “just reading”
He took the book from the grass and gave it back to you, “Do not let me stop you.”
“Please do, I can’t even focus.” 
“mmmm” His arm rounded your shoulders, “come here” You leaned your head on his chest. “Does that have anything to do with my trip to the Fold?” 
“Not the trip, really.” 
“The crew.” 
You shrugged.
“Darling, I beg of you not to listen to that nonsense.” His hands moved up and down your arm. “It’s not easy when people laugh around me.” 
“You could have them hanged for treason, you know?” 
You scoffed, “Yeah, that would make me a very beloved queen.” 
He sighed, with his free hand, he guided your chin upward to face him, “Then let’s issue a statement.” There was a sassy smirk on his face.
“A statement?” 
His eyes fell from your own to your lips briefly, “yeah.”
“what would it say?”
“Have dinner with me today, I’ll send Genya to your room to have you ready at 7.” 
You just stared at him, not sure what to say nor what to think.
“Yeah?” 
“I don’t think I can say no to you moi tsar.” a shy smile threaded on your lips.
“For the sake of my intentions I’mma say that is correct.”
After a romantic dinner in the garden, he walked you to the main saloon.
When the door opened your mouth did as well. The whole floor was filled with short little candles.
You turned to see him in awe and he merely shrugged like it was nothing. A runway leading from the door to the center was lit by larger ones, where a wide circle was also free of fire. He walked with you through it and once you were in the middle of the room, a quartet of musicians started to play a waltz. 
“Would you honor me a dance?” He offered his hand and you nodded.
He grabbed your waist in a heartbeat, like if your body called to him. Your hand on his chest felt meant to be. He swayed you like a doll, like a well rehearsed play. His signature smirk was permanent on his face.
“What is this, Nikolai?” You asked, blushed.
He made you swirl and you caught servants looking from the balconies above.
He shrugged, “a statement.” He leaned to your shoulder, his lips gracing your skin, “may I?”
“I don’t think I can say no to you, can I?” 
You felt him smile, “I don’t think you can, no.” He mumbled before leaving a path of chaste kisses on your exposed shoulder.
“Nikolai”
“Mmm?” He mumbled against your skin.
“What does this statement say?”
He raised his head to see you, a gilded smile on his face, “that the King of Ravka is head over heels for his wife and that he would do anything to show her how he feels.”
“And is it true?” 
His forehead leaned on yours, not granting you an answer.
“Nikolai?”
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you?” 
Like it was an order, his lips found yours immediately. He guided your hand to his neck and his arms moved to circle your waist, his lips evolved into a soft, romantic kiss. He was tender, kind, his lips were begging you for more in the kindest of ways.
Your chest tightened in desire, and you could feel the thread where his control was hanging, you pulled back to regain yourself, leaning against him again.
His breath was agitated, but so was yours, he stole a short kiss and then continued his path on your shoulder.
A few waltz later, he guided you to your room. apologizing for not being able to stay any longer, He went into his chambers and soon after you heard someone else walk by. 
The next morning he was gone before sunrise, but your room dawned with a bouquet of fresh roses and a goodbye note from him.
***
Protocols aside, you nearly jumped to hug him when he finally returned. You heard his chest rumble with giggles as he wrapped his arms around you, “Did you miss me, moi tsaritsa?” He whispered in your ear.
Pushing away you answered, looking up to him, “Greatly.” 
His eyes were fixed on your lips, “May I kiss you? You know, so everyone sees it.”
“You may.” 
He leaned down to kiss you, a soft yet needy kiss for every witness to see how much the King had missed his wife; the tenderness of a devoted husband along with the urgent need of a man. It was a display, yet your heart had not gotten the memo, since it was stomping out of your chest.
He pulled away first, his eyelashes fluttering against your brow, his breath hitching your face.
“I missed you too.” He said before kissing the top of your nose and finally taking a step back.
***
Since he returned, he made it his personal goal to kiss you whenever you were surrounded by other people, he had even said so the first time he did. You found him as you walked out of the library towards the garden, he was leaving his study with the council, and the second he saw you his hands cradled your face and kissed you briefly, for then tilt his head sideways and deepen the kiss. When he pulled away you saw everyone around you was flushed and trying to look away, except for Genya who had a genuine smile on her face. Nikolai then winked at you, and continued his path. 
***
When he was focused he would not even look at you. Sitting on his desk and with a thousand papers in front of him, his eyes were reading page after page, immersed in paperwork about the year expenses and needs, you knew this was your chance.
You walked to his desk, until your thighs graced his forearms. Almost instinctively, his hand landed near your hip.
“Yes, love?” He asked, not raising his eyes.
“Nikolai, could you please sign this?” You put the paper in front of him, without hesitation he drew a signature on the bottom of the page and continued his reading. 
You bent down and kissed his cheek then started your path out of his office.
“Darling” he called when you were near the door. 
“Yes?” You turned with feigned innocence on your face.
“What did I sign?” There was a small smirk on his lips and light amusement in his eyes.
You smiled playfully, “A law.” 
“Oh?” His smirk grew. “About what?” 
You returned to his side and gave him the paper, he took it with a playful smirk and read it.
“Mandatory school for girls?” He looked up to you.
You nodded.
He stood from his chair, taking you in his arms. He smelled like woods, like sea, like fire, like freedom and class, like a prince from a fairytale. your arms wrapped around his waist briefly before he let you go. “Please see it published first thing in the morning.”
He sat again but his gaze remained fixed on you, a mix of admiration and fondness emanating from him. “And please keep doing this.”
“That you can be certain of.”
“Darling” his hand hovered above your knee, he was not touching you but you could feel the warmth of his skin even through the gloves and the heavy fabric of your dress. He looked up tenderly, “I have plenty of work to catch up tonight, I’d recommend you to get some sleep, I don’t think I can join you today.” 
“I understand.” You bit your lower lip and turned to leave the room.
“Think of how you want me to make it up to you.” 
You turned to see him again, there was a boyish smirk on his face, and you matched with your own. “I already know.”
“And what do you want, moi tsaritsa?” 
“I want you to take me on a date outside the Palace, I want to see Ravka.”
His brows lifted in surprise, a shadow crossed his face. 
“Have I offended you in any way?” 
He sighed, leaning back on his chair, “not in the slightest. I find it disappointing that I have not done my job courting you properly and I apologize for that.”
“A king does not need to court, your highness.” You teased.
“Not out of need, but of desire. The day I met you I promised you we would make this work, I intended to make it so by courting you and hopefully making you fall in love with me, and look at us: you have to beg me to spend time with you.”
You walked to his desk, a playful smile on your face, “I have not begged yet.”
That brought a slight blush to his cheeks. He placed both elbows on the desk, his gaze intensifying on you “and I am certain you’d look delightful but if I am to make you beg it won’t be for time.” Now it was your turn to blush. “I will take you out on a date, the day after tomorrow. I’ll send you something to wear.”
“You already know where we are going?”
His smirk deepend, “I always have.”
You bit your lower lip to hide your smile and nodded once before leaving the room.
For about fifteen minutes you considered going to Tolya since you felt your heart was leaving your chest right away.
***
Nikolai spent the day submerged in meetings, from one room to another, you heard people passing by all day as you were in the library, which is why you were not expecting him that night. You guessed he was either too tired or still too busy to come to your rooms, and given you were almost certain your hand was injured from all the writing you had done, you made yourself comfortable and dipped your strained hand in a bucket of warm water. That’s how he found you, sitting on the couch, in your spot, with your hand up to the elbow in water while you calmly looked at the fire. 
“Are you alright?” 
You turned to him with surprise on your face, “Nikolai” 
He walked to you, looking at your hand, then repeated himself, “are you alright?”
“Yes, it’s just that I wrote too much today.” 
He grabbed a towel and sat next to you, taking your hand out the water and drying it before massaging it softly. “Was it another Law?” With a raised brow he lifted his gaze to you.
You merely shrugged. 
“I appreciate your service but not to this point, myshka. Your wellbeing is this country’s priority, do not forget that.” 
You pouted at his scorn, leaning against his shoulder. “How was your day?” Your voice was dipping in tenderness.
He sighed, “exhausting” he kissed your hand before extending an arm on your shoulders, you rearranged yourself on his chest. “As much as I wanted to come home to read in the gardens with my wife, a lot happened while I was away that required my attention.”
“Your wife requires your attention as well.” 
A dark smirk formed on his lips, “she does?” He shifted, from being relaxed against the couch to sitting straight with his body angled towards yours, a hunter lurking his prey, “And how can I oblige to her needs?” 
“Take a wild guess” 
“I fear I might take one that turns out to be too wild.” His gaze was fixed on your lips.
“And?”
“Might scare you off”
“Impossible”
He let out a scoff, “Sturmhond would say that you mean improbable.”
“Oh? I wonder what the notorious privateer would do in this situation?” You teased.
An amused sigh left his mouth, “things that are far too scandalous to be even mentioned in front of a queen.” 
“I’d suggest not to say them and just do them, then.”
“Even worse.”
“Ummm” you feigned deception, “too bad, I would have loved to meet the guy. I heard he has quite a reputation.”
“Really?” Nikolai’s ego shone through his smile.
“Oh, yes. I’d like to know if what I have heard turns out to be true.” You laid on your back, him following closely.
“And what have you heard?”
“Things that are far too scandalous to be even mentioned in front of a King.”
He was practically on top of you know, his lips roaming yours.
“Then it is probably true.” He was practically on top of you now, his face millimeters above yours. “Please tell me what you want, love.” A jolt of honesty and vulnerability dominated his eyes, pulling the lust and desire away to accommodate your needs first. 
“You, Nikolai.” 
“Nobody is watching now.” 
It screwed your brains that he might think you only wanted him when you could be seen. One of your brows lifted in a challenge, “Then do your worst.”
His lips crashed against yours, but this time his tempo was slow and cautious, not a hint of urgency and need, but a patient lover with all the time in the world. Your hands rounded his neck and his’ supported him while cradling your face. 
His legs moved in between yours, applying light pressure in your core with his hips, earning a muffled moan from your lips. He pulled away, his eyes dark with desire and mouth open with adoration. “Tell me what you want” 
“I can not move further without the touch of your hand, Nikolai, please.” 
A half smile crossed his lips, “you truly are a delight begging” his sight roamed your face, “close your eyes” a firm order, you obliged. 
Rough and cold fingers wrapped around your hand, lifting it over your head, while the other set touched your face lightly, you could feel all calluses and scars roaming your cheek, then your neck, and after a brief lack of touch, climbing up your ankle.
“Nikolai” you moaned.
“Shh” he let go of your hand to touch your lips with his thumb, “you’re so soft” you could hear him near, the pressure on your core harder every second. He pushed his thumb in your mouth, a weird taste of charcoal in your tongue as you licked it, he groaned in your ear, “can’t wait to feel more of you” his hand finally stopped on your hip, pulling his thumb out and resuming his kiss. His hands were still cold, but somehow made you feel even warmer.
He was toying with your undergarments, cold fingers stretching the soft fabric and touching all around, except where you needed him the most. You wondered how it might be, cold fingers against your hot core, and it made you dizzier.
It was becoming too much: the warmth of the chimney, his body on top of you and the coldness of his hands. You wanted to scream, to beg him to please take you now, but you could only continue under his torturous pace, kissing him back, your hands roaming his chest and making a mess of his hair, pulling his curls out of its perfect place. A gentle tug of his hair earned you a groan, which nearly pushed you off the edge.
“Can I take these off?” He tugged your undergarments, panting.
“Yes.”
“Beg” he said in your ear.
“Nikolai, please.”
“That is not begging.”
“Nikolai, I beg you to take them off.” 
“That’s my girl” he bit your ear while pulling the fabric.
A loud knock made you open your eyes abruptly to see him hide his hands from your sight “close your eyes” he instructed. 
You heard the sound of fabric, steps and a door open. “Nikolai” General Nazyalensky’s voice filled the room, “We received correspondence from the Termite, there are Fjerdan troops marching south. The council is waiting for you in the war room.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes” 
The door closed and he was back in your eyesight. He sat between your legs again, admiring you for a minute.
“Care to continue?” You teased.
“We’ll have to put a raincheck on that” He said and you blushed at his blunt rejection, turning your face away from him. Suddenly he was on top of you again, his now gloved hands guiding your face towards his’, “because I only have a couple minutes and with you I need so much more than that, myshka.” He kissed you deeply again, it felt like a natural thing now. “Get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning for our date.” He stood up, extending a hand to help you do the same. You took it.
“Don’t you have a war to attend?” 
“It will have to wait for another day.” With that he kissed you again before rearranging himself and leaving with a flirty wink.
***
The smell of flowers woke you up. When your eyes opened you realized your room was filled with roses of all colors. On every surface of the room there was a thick bouquet and on the nightstand a note that read
I am not sure if they are a hundred, but I brought you all the roses of Ravka. 
-Nik.
There were more than a hundred, for sure. You stood on your tiptoes, careful not to kick any, as you inspected every single vase, each one had a card sending you regards from the flower shop, each of them further away than the other. How had Nikolai gathered them all this morning, you had no clue.
Minutes later one of Nikolai’s valets left a box with clothes in it. After you changed into them, a plain white shirt, trousers and boots, you met your husband in the dais of the main stairs.
“Dashing as ever” His signature smirk greeted you. 
His outfit was similar to yours, way too simple for a king. He escorted you out and towards the lake, where you found a ship.
“Am I meeting Sturmhond today?” You asked with a smile.
“Maybe” 
He helped you on the ship, and after putting on a green jacket, he instructed the squallers as the ship caught the air and rose. 
A gasp left your mouth in terror and your husband was at your side in an instant, holding you close to him. For a while there was only him, your face buried on his chest, his smell grounding you. Then everything was calm again, and softly he pulled away and guided you to the bow, one hand on your waist and one on the railing.
“You wanted to see Ravka… I thought to show you your whole kingdom.”
Out of words, you explored the frozen woods of the North and the border with Fjerda; the vastness of the city of Os Alta, the desert on what used to be the Fold, all the cultures and colors of the southern cities, the clarity of the shore. All the while Nikolai whispered stories in your ear, his chest pressed against your back and his hands on your waist.
You ate at Os Kervo, where you both had to be tailored to go undercover, his now ginger hair bouncing free. 
You stood on the docks, looking at the sea. 
“Missing home?” His chin leaned against your shoulder.
“You are my home now, Nikolai.” 
He turned you and kissed you fiercely. There, in the docks of Os Kervo, tailored away from your royal faces, you were just two idiots in love. No protocols to respect or whispers to feed; just two lovers intertwined, hypnotized by their most animalistic needs of each other. Sturmhond took risks Nikolai wouldn’t; like pulling your hair and letting his fingers dig your skin, biting your lips and tasting your tongue, he pulled muffled moans out of you like a child takes cookies out of a jar. Your knees buckled, but his strong arms were there to hold you and continue his quest. When he was done, he leaned your foreheads together, gasping for air. 
“Such a conqueror” you whispered, panting.
“And I am not done yet.” His threat made your legs weak again.
You barely kept your hands off each other on the way back, but your control was completely lost as soon as you arrived at the Palace.
Your legs were on his hips, and his hands supporting them as you both walked in, the welcoming party waiting for you quickly dissipated as he carried you up the stairs and to your bedroom. 
He pushed you against the wall, and once the door was closed and secured, he carried you to the bed.
“Careful with my roses” you teased.
“I’ll plant you a whole new garden” 
His body was pressed on yours, both of you working on taking your clothes off. You pushed him making land on his back, straddling him, his naked torso to your bare chest.
“No objection to that” a lopsided grin on his face
You took his hands, touching the fabric of his gloves, your eyes kindly asking for permission. His breath was ragged when he nodded.
Softly, you pulled the fabric from each finger, making them loose enough to pull out the right hand first. His eyes were closed, defeated, ashamed, as you completely removed both gloves. You laid a wet kiss on each one before kissing his palms and then moved to intertwine your fingers to his. They were black and cold, different, for sure, but not worth hiding and definitely better than those stupid gloves.
“Nikolai”
“Mmm” his eyes remained closed, his chest to yours while you sat on his lap.
“touch me”
“I don’t want the darkling’s curse on you.”
“Please”
“Are you not” he swallowed, “disgusted?”
“Not in the slightest”
He finally touched your face, his palm on your cheek felt cold but you leaned to his touch nonetheless.
“Does your night visitator have anything to do with this?”
Nikolai’s head fell forward in shame, “yes”
He remained silent as you pampered his face with kisses, falling back on the bed but now with a defeated aura.
“The darkling turned me into a monster”
“Don’t say that” your head was on his chest, your whole body wrapped on his.
“I wish this was a theatricality, love” You looked at him tenderly. “He literally turned me into a monster, Alina saved me or so I believed, when she destroyed the Fold. But the monster is still in me, it comes back at night sometimes. That is why Zoya chains me to bed every night.”
Your gasp broke his heart in a million pieces.
“That is why I do not sleep with you, I am afraid I might hurt you, kill you, while I am that damned monster.”
You took his hands and guided them to your waist, the cold of his fingers giving you chills. Softly, you left a trail of wet kisses on his ear, his neck, until he undoubtedly lost himself in you again.
The weight of his arm on your waist dulled you to the deepest, coziest sleep you have ever had, until a metallic clac woke you up. There was a slim figure standing on the foot of your bed, as you blinked the darkness away you realized it was Zoya toying with a set of keys. Her beautiful face was pursed, at least she was not enjoying this.
“I am sorry, I must take Nikolai to his rooms.” She whispered.
Nikolai moved next to you, his fingers wrapping on your waist as he laid sleepy kisses on your shoulder. “Mmmm?” He mumbled deep in sleep.
“He is asleep, he won’t turn into a monster tonight.” 
“We do not know that, Your Majesty.”
“Zoya?” Nikolai asked, blinking.
“I will be waiting in your rooms, Nikolai.” She turned to you, “good night, moi tsaritsa.”
“I’ll go with you.” You turned to him.
Your husband got to his feet, buttoning his shirt, “No.”
“Nikolai”
 He kissed your forehead and left. 
***
Nikolai knocked on your door every night for five nights, not a single one you opened.
***
“I know we are not on speaking terms” Nikolai spoke from the other side of the desk where you had spent your afternoon.
You did not look up to him.
“But I have a gift for you.”
You raised your eyes to him, sneering. 
“Ouch”
“A gift does not change anything, Nikolai.”
“I do not expect it to.”
You raised one eyebrow, insting him to continue.
He flexed his fingers and a man carrying a machine entered, placing the machine in front of you. It took you a few minutes to see it: it had … buttons? with the alphabet, although it was not in order. It had two rollers behind the alphabet and a paper sheet in between.
“It is a typing machine” he leaned near you to explain, “you can use this to type the laws instead of writing them down by hand and hurting yourself.”
Your eyes were glued on the machine. “Where did you get it?”
“I built it”
You raised your eyes to him again, but this time they were filled with wonder and admiration. “Thank you.” 
“I don’t want you to get hurt, love” he said looking at the machine, but you knew he wasn’t referring only to it, “everything I do, I do it aiming for that.”
With that, he left the library, leaving you and your typing machine alone.
***
That night he knocked on your door once again, but this time you opened, leaning against the frame, opening just enough for your body to fit.
“Yes, Moi Tsar?” 
“I…” he swallowed, “was wondering if I could join you for a moment?” 
“You can join me for the night or not at all.” 
His eyes closed in annoyance, “love you are taking this too far now”
“Am I? Or am I merely demanding my husband to trust me half as much as he trusts his soldiers?” 
He faced the floor, exasperated. “As much as I hate to say this: they are replaceable. You are not.”
A scoff, “I’ll make you wish I was, Nikolai.”
With that you closed the door on his face.
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alice-after-dark · 8 months ago
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Random Character Role Swap
So for the absolute funsies of it, I found a Hazbin Hotel random character generator and spun it to see who would get swapped with who. I chose to just focus on the denizens of Hell for this (yes, I am still including Vaggie) and Lucifer and Lillith will stay the same as well. Personalities and most friendships/ships are staying the same, but roles and powers have been changed. Here are the results:
Vox - Angel
Velvette - Charlie
Valentino - Carmilla
Alastor - Mimzy
Husk - Zestial
Niffty - Razzle & Dazzle
Cherri Bomb - Rosie
Sir Pentious - Vaggie
Notes under cut! I am very curious to hear people's ideas and thoughts on these swaps! Also here's the wheel if anyone wants to play!
Vox - He is a famous porn star under contract with Carmilla and the first resident of the Hazbin Hotel. He is formerly a friend of Alastor's, but after a falling out, they are enemies. Because of this, he is distrustful of Mimzy as the host of the hotel, as she and Alastor are close. He is in an abusive relationship with Valentino, believing the Overlord truly loves him.
Angel Dust - He a member of ACC and is the Overlord of Media. He is a famous actor, starring in many films and shows. He has a (unknowingly reciprocated) crush on fellow Overlord, Husk. He was formerly in a relationship with Valentino.
Velvette - The owner of the Hazbin Hotel. A fairly new arrival to Hell, she wants to make a name for herself, seeking to figure out if there is a way out of this literal Hell hole.
Charlie - She is a member of ACC and the Princess of Hell. While not an Overlord herself, she runs the fashion and social media side of the Entertainment District. Vaggie is her girlfriend.
Valentino - He is the Overlord of all weapons manufacturing. He starts and frequently takes part in turf wars, supplying weapons to both sides of the conflict for profit. He is in an abusive relationship with Vox and was formerly in a relationship with fellow Overlord Angel Dust.
Carmilla - She is a member of ACC and the Overlord of the sex industry. She rules her industry with a firm but gentle grip and has been voted "Hell's Hottest MILF" 60 years running. She is friends with Zestial. She is aware of Vox's relationship with Valentino and disapproves, but maintains her distance from her contracts' personal affairs. She hopes the hotel will get him to leave Valentino.
Alastor - He owns a jazz club where he is the lead performer. He is friends with Mimzy and Rosie. He is formerly friends with Vox, but after a falling out, they are enemies. This former friendship is what prompts him to follow Mimzy to the hotel, taking up a position as head of recreation.
Mimzy - She is the infamous Radio Demon and the sponsor of the Hazbin Hotel. She is friends with Alastor from when they were alive.
Husk - He is the oldest of the Overlords. He has a (unbeknownst to him) reciprocated crush on fellow Overlord Angel Dust.
Zestial - He is a former Overlord now under contract to Mimzy. He is the bartender of the Hazbin Hotel. He is friends with Carmilla.
Niffty - She is Charlie's protector and helper, assigned by Lucifer himself to watch over his daughter. She is Charlie's head seamstress.
Razzle & Dazzle - They are the hotel's cleaning crew and pest control.
Cherri Bomb - She is the Overlord of the stuck-in-the-80s Cannibal Town and is close friends with Angel Dust.
Rosie - She is a prim and proper demolitions expert from the Victorian era. She is friends with Alastor.
Sir Pentious - He is the manager of the Hazbin Hotel. He has a crush on the Overlord of Cannibal Town, Cherri Bomb. His beloved Egg Bois serve as the hotel's bellhops (I just couldn't bring myself to separate them plus they'd make such cute bellhops!).
Vaggie - She is a fallen angel and former Exorcist turned one of Hell's greatest inventors. She is Charlie's girlfriend.
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astrowaffle · 1 year ago
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Wow you guys really seemed to like the steampunk AU, that post got way more attention than I was expecting, so here's some more information and stuff:
-The world is still like a videogame that they got trapped in but now it’s a steampunk adventure-y type game with circus elements 
-The adventures are probably a bit different
-They’re probably more like, fantasy adventure video game style things with like puzzles and fighting? Idk I'm not a big gamer I've never actually played any steampunk video games. What are those like?
-Instead of circus tent, there is a big wagon thingy that I'll draw eventually
-there's still not much of a story and I'm not sure If there'll ever be
-I'd also kinda want to make some mini comics for this au but I suck at coming up with ideas :/
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Pomni:  
-She likes to craft things
-friends with Gangle and Ragatha
-still very anxious but less anxious then normal Pomni?
-has a very logical mind and is good at puzzling things together but also doesn’t do well under pressure and typically panics in stressful moments where these skills might be useful
-She can play the flute because flutes are good, they are the best instrument. (I am totally not biased just because I play the flute in marching band)
-My headcanon for regular Pomni is that she’s less anxious than she initially is in the pilot after getting used to things, like, beyond the anxiety, her actual personality is very cheery and friendly, also very logical, because idk it just fits her somehow? So yea, that headcanon also applies to this au 
-but of course she is still an absolute nervous wreck because yes
-How else is she supposed to react in this situation
-also look at those fingerless gloves I want those
-the gears in her eyes turn when she is thinking
Gangle:
-Also likes crafting things
-friends with Pomni, Zooble, and Kinger
-she often borrows  sewing needles from Ragatha to sew her comedy mask back together when it’s torn, and also constantly tries to craft new ones
-She really likes her boots
-I don’t blame her those are some nice boots
-Ok wait a minute what if that little wing bow thingy on her head is actually a pen/quill that she can use to write stuff?
-ooooooh yes I like that
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Caine: 
-✨monocle✨
-He can control the time of day with the clock that’s on his hat
-It’s a lot harder for him to heal injuries in this world, he can’t just instantly fix anything anymore it requires a bit more effort
-I’m doing this because I like when injury and pain and suffering
Bubble: um- idk it’s just bubble but now they’re a robot I guess
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Kinger:
-ok but what if he had a collection of mechanical insects? Omg designing mechanical insects would be so fun-
-The clock that he wears is broken but he doesn’t notice. And Time is irrelevant anyways
-damn those gloves are fancy
-they probably feel really silky
-and his robe is also very silky because mmm good texture
Zooble:
-They are a robot now
-also a mechanic/inventor because nobody else is and somebody had to learn how to make new robot parts
-their right arm can go s t r e t c h
-bonds with Gangle over their hatred of Jax
-they’re also kinda protective over her
-I lowkey ship them (this ship is so underrated)
-No but seriously why do see zero art of this ship
- Zoob’s in denial about their feelings and still pretends not to care because they’ve had such a “I don’t give a shit about anything” attitude that suddenly developing feelings for someone has caught them off guard cause they suddenly are giving a shit about something and they don’t know how to handle it, But if Jax does anything to Gangle they will rush in to protect her in a heartbeat and just try to play it off as it just being because they don’t like Jax BUT WE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH ZOOBLE JUST CONFESS ALREADY-
-ok that got way too rambly let's just move on now
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Jax:
-MY FAVORITE
-he likes shiny things
-He will collect those shiny things
-He also very fast because look at those LANKY RABBIT LEGS
-I mean technically that’s already cannon, did you see how fast he ran away after seeing abstracted kaufmo? He just z o o m e d outta there
-those keys on the chain are only a small portion of his collection
-his room is definitely full of weird steampunk knick knacks because yes
-He uses them to prank people
-the centipedes he has to scare/annoy Ragatha are mechanical
-I’m so excited to design mechanical centipedes I love bugs so much guys you have no idea I finally have an excuse to draw insects and maybe people will actually care because it’s fandom related now
-He does not like getting wet. At all. (this is also just a general headcanon for him but especially in this au)
-floofy
Ragatha:
-the seams of her fabric are prone to tearing so she always carries a needle and thread to sew herself back together. she's good at sewing
-My main headcannon for normal Ragatha is that her button eye is a parallel to an eye injury she had in real life before joining the circus, but in this AU she probably acquired the injury in this universe.
-she’s good at using tools and weapons but not in like, a mechanic sorta way like Zooble but in a defense sorta way
-like, she’s very kind and caring but also sorta tough and even though her body is good at falling apart, she knows how to use strategy to fight and um wait what would they even be fighting-
-idk I haven’t thought about that yet
-Gloinks?????
-do those exist in this au???
-wait it’s my au why am I asking this
-overall she is very, “tries to help everyone else and seems very tough on the outside but is prone to falling apart both physically and mentally but just gets good at quickly patching it up and ignoring it until it become too much for her to bear”
-pls help her she needs therapy
-they all need therapy
-I’m pretty sure we’ve all established that at this point
-but I’m just making sure you know that it’s still a consistent factor in this au
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dem-obscure-imagines · 1 year ago
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New Year's Eve Kisses 2023
Note: Well, here we are again, my four year drabble streak. I’m really excited about the group this year! As a heads-up, I have not seen any of the One Piece Anime, just the live action, so I’ll be using that information for Zoro. Also, I am writing quite a few of these characters for the first time, so let me know how I did hahaha. Also, I believe reader is gender neutral in all of these <3
Fandoms: One Piece (Live Action), The Barbie Movie, DCEU, X-Men, Ghosts US
Total Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: Some violence, lots of smooches, mentions of death bc ghosts lol
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Roronoa Zoro
Word Count: 1.1k
Luffy had insisted the crew dock the ship in the nearest port for the night. Your small, noble, six-man crew. You were the newest member, still learning your place and doing your best to earn your keep. Not that that mattered to the captain. Luffy believed in every person he met. He was perhaps the most hopeful, optimistic person you’d ever come across in your life. It was endearing.
You were a writer, a researcher, an inventor by some meanings of the word. You didn’t have a lot of fighting skills, but you made up for it with your knowledge and trading skills. The other pirates you came across were always low on fruit, but due to your skills in botany, the ship now had a garden with several fruit trees, herb shrubs, and some vegetable plants. You filtered water for drinking and for watering them, and therefore, you always had fresh food to eat, and plenty of surplus to trade with other crews.
You’d earned them a small fortune in other words.
At the moment, you were hunched over your desk, screwing a piece into place for a weapon you were making for Usopp, an automatic rock launcher. You hoped it would be a nice alternative to his slingshot.
Someone cleared their throat and you whipped around, pulling your goggles onto your head to find Zoro standing there, a hand resting on his belt, where his three swords were nestled. “We’re headed ashore. Captain’s orders.”
“Oh! Okay.” You took off your work gloves and hung your goggles on their hook, moving carefully in rhythm with the boat rocking. Sea legs were still something you were working on, but you liked to think you were getting better at it. “Any reason in particular?”
“The new year.”
“Right, right. Guess I forgot how long I was cooped up in here. I’ll uh…” you glanced down at your attire, your overalls covered in dirt and oil. Probably not acceptable attire for a New Year’s Eve bash. “I’ll get changed.”
“Great.” Zoro nodded and left and you stared at the empty doorway. Of all your crewmates, he was the one you hadn’t gotten a read on. He was fiercely loyal, but pretty quiet most of the time. He did have a bit of snark in him, though. He often found himself at odds with Sanji, which you found endlessly amusing.
You flipped through your closet and found something a little nicer, a gift from Kaya, Usopp’s best friend. The crew visited her every so often, and you’d gifted her a kaleidoscope. In return, she’d given you several gifts, the outfit you were wearing currently included.
Satisfied, you turned and walked up onto the deck, where the others stood, dressed in their finest. When you looked off the deck, you were anchored, sure enough, at the Baratie. Sanji looked happy to be there.
“Wow! You look great, (Y/N)!” Luffy complimented, smiling warmly.
“Thanks! So do you.” You replied, looking at the others. You caught the way Zoro’s eyes lingered on you as you passed, following the others off of the ship and out to the bar of the restaurant, which was absolutely bustling with visitors from all over the East Blue.
“What do you want to drink?” Zoro asked, closer to you than you’d realized.
“Champagne is on the house, tonight.” Sanji piped up with a wink.
“I’m down for some champagne.” You said with a nod.
“I’ll be right back.” Zoro turned, flagging the nearest waiter and coming back with two flutes of champagne.
You took a long first sip of the sweet, sparkling drink. “Thanks, Zoro.”
“Of course.” He replied. It was surprising. You were pretty sure these were the most words you’d ever exchanged with him, but…it was a welcome change.
One glass of champagne snowballed into two or three, and before you knew it, you were dancing to the music the band was playing, bobbing along to the beat beside Usopp and Nami. In the corner of the room, Zoro was nursing a glass of something stronger than champagne. When the song ended, you walked over to him.
He met your eyes, but didn’t shoo you away. Instead, he moved over so you could lean against the wall beside him. “You look like you’re having fun.”
“I am having fun.” You grinned, cheeks flushed, breaths shortened. “Are you?”
“I’m having fun watching you have fun.”
“What, you don’t dance?”
“Not usually.” He grinned, sipping his beer. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m…glad we stopped on Butterfly Island that day.”
“You mean it?”
Zoro nodded. “I know we don’t talk a lot, but…I’d like to change that next year.”
“I’m your resolution?”
He chuckled. “Something like that.”
“Well, I’d like that, too.” You smiled.
A few hours and another glass of champagne later, the countdown to midnight had begun, and you found yourself dangerously close to a pirate from another ship, who was looking at you like a meal.
“Ahoy there, haven’t seen you around, before.” He eyed you up and down with his one good eye, the other covered with a patch.
“Haven’t been paying enough attention to the bulletin boards, then.” You commented, trying to sneak past. “If you’ll excuse me—”
He grabbed your arm. “Ye don’t happen to have someone you’re looking for, do ye? I’d hate for you to spend midnight alone…”
“I’m fine, thank you.” You tugged your arm away, or tried to, but his grip tightened.
You heard the sound of metal and looked up to find Zoro, sword unsheathed, eyes the darkest you’d ever seen them.
“Let go of them or lose your hand. Up to you.” Zoro growled.
The pirate let go of you and scurried away, murmuring something about Zoro’s green hair.
You exhaled a sigh and took a step closer to him, the tension rolling out of your shoulders. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me for the bare minimum. That guy was a creep.” He said, eyes lingering on the vile man’s figure as he retreated to the far corner of the room.
As the countdown narrowed, Zoro took a step closer, eyes fluttering shut as he looked at you. And there he froze, waiting for you to do something. And so when midnight hit, you did, carefully reaching for his jaw and pulling him closer.
Fireworks hit as he kissed you, lips confident and sure. When you pulled apart, the energy between you swirled, his nose lingering against yours, eyes searching yours for some hint that this was real, that it wasn’t just a fleeting moment.
So, to be sure, he leaned in and kissed you again.
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Barbara “Barbie” Handler
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To say that Barbie was nervous was the understatement of the century. She hadn’t been nervous when she set out for the human world. She had the encouragement of her fellow Barbies then. But walking into the New Year’s Eve party she was currently attending with Gloria and her husband, she was so nervous. She found herself adjusting her hair, constantly checking her dress.
If there was anything she had learned in her time living in California, it was that being a human woman was harder than it looked.
“It’ll be fun, Barbie. I promise.” Gloria said, eyes warm, truthfilled. She knew her friend was right. It would be fun.
They got out of the car and walked into the large house together. The music was loud, there were refreshments and drinks on nearly every surface, and all over the walls, there were silver and gold decorations.
She wandered in further, taking a glass of champagne from Gloria and sipping it cautiously. It was sweet, bubbling, with a sharp edge of something she didn’t recognize. Alcohol, probably, she deduced. Barbie sampled a few of the treats and then her eyes fell on a pretty stranger in the corner of the room, all alone.
She walked over, armed with a smile. “Hi, Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year!” You replied, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Barbara.” She introduced, offering a polite hand that you shook with a smile. “I’m new around here, so Gloria brought me.”
“Oh, Gloria! I used to babysit her daughter before I went off to college. And now she’s all grown up.”
“Do you babysit often?”
You laughed. “Oh, no, it’s been a while. I work at a law firm now.”
“That is so incredible! Do you like it there?”
“It’s great, yeah.” You nodded. “What do you do?”
“I’m between jobs, right now.” Barbie shrugged. “But I think I might go back to school, try to figure things out.”
“That’s great, Barbara, I hope that goes well for you.” You smiled.
She paused, hesitating before saying, “You can call be Barbie, if you’d like.”
“Alright, Barbie.” You grinned. “You know, I loved Barbies as a kid.”
“You did? Which ones?” She asked, smiling brighter than the sun.
The two of you settled onto a couch together, side by side, talking and talking and talking until midnight. And when the ball dropped, the rest of the party guests paired up, partaking in the yearly tradition of the New Year’s Eve Kiss.
“Woah, what are they doing?” Barbie asked, looking around.
“Oh, it’s a New Year’s Eve kiss. People believe kissing someone at midnight will bring them good luck in the new year.”
“Oh!” Barbie nodded. She looked at you for a moment, blue eyes wide before asking, politely, “Can I kiss you?”
You smiled and nodded. “Absolutely.”
You knew you had just met her, but you could tell then and there that there was something special about Barbie. And when her soft, pink lips finally met yours, it was nothing short of magic.
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Jaime Reyes
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You straightened out your clothes, tugging the wrinkles out of the fabric. You did a once-over in your phone camera, making sure everything looked just right. Someone whistled, drawing your attention. Jaime. Of course. Your flirtatious teammate and fellow Justice League member. You and him had a will-they-won’t-they going on that had started the first day you joined the team. He was determined to win you over and you were determined to not let him in.
But hey, it was New Year’s Eve. Anything can happen on New Year’s Eve. Maybe that was the reason Bruce had insisted the entire team attend his yearly charity gala. He’d even sent you the clothes and everything.
“What, Reyes?”
“Nothing. You…clean up nice.”
“Thanks. So do you.”
It was true. He was dressed up in a crisp black suit, the royal blue tie hanging from his neck, untied. He offered the ends to you. “Do you mind?”
“Come here.” You motioned him closer, taking the ends of the tie and carefully twisting it into the proper shape, gently tightening the knot.
His eyes fell on you, soft and warm, the end of his lip quirked up into a smile. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Literally don’t. I don’t think Arthur would let you hear the end of it if he knew you didn’t know how to tie a tie.”
“Who says I don’t?” He winked, turning on his heel and exiting the room, to leave you with your thoughts and flushed cheeks.
***
At the party, you stood beside Victor at the edge of the room. He had a projector going, projecting a human form onto his body. It was pretty convincing, you had to admit, so long as no one touched him and felt the metal, that was. Arthur was already about twelve drinks deep, tearing up the dance floor. Diana was mingling, looking graceful and beautiful, as always.
Clark was there, talking to the guests as well, no doubt getting the inside scoop for his next article. Bruce floated around, entertaining and playing up the billionaire façade. Well, the money part wasn’t a façade. The attitude was, however.
And then there was you, sipping from a glass of champagne, surrendering to the fuzzy feeling at the edge of your mind.
“Incoming, ten o’clock.” Victor murmured, patting your shoulder and promptly bailing.
Great. Figured.
Jaime strolled up, looking as confident as ever. He offered his arm, tilting his head towards the dancefloor. You rolled your eyes, downing the rest of your champagne before taking his hand and letting him whisk you into the crowd of dancing guests.
It was familiar, in a way. It felt right, despite the way you protested. Maybe you were just afraid of getting hurt. But you knew the way he looked at you, the way he protected you in fights and went out of his way to make you happy when you were feeling down…he was the real deal. He always had been.
Now it was up to you to let him in.
Jaime spun you around, pulling you close to him. Your hand rested on his chest and you could feel the way his heart was absolutely hammering in his chest.
“Do I make you nervous?” You whispered, relishing in the way his eyes flashed when you did.
“Of course you do, looking like that, looking at me with those eyes.”
“What eyes?” You asked innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.
He chuckled. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“Uh-huh, sure.”
“Do you think…after the holidays, maybe you’d want to…go see a movie together or something?” He asked, waiting in anticipation.
“Yeah, I’d really like that, Jaime. I never thought you’d ask.”
“I never thought you’d say yes.” He admitted.
“Well, I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”
He grinned. “Seems like it.”
The party came to a crescendo as the clock neared midnight, and you didn’t leave Jaime’s side, arm looped through his. He kept looking down at you like he expected it to be a vision, a trick of the mind from one of Bruce’s many adversaries. But it was real. You were real. You were into him, and, it had taken you long enough to realize it, but…maybe, just maybe, you two could make it work.
Time would tell, but you had more pressing matters at hand. Namely, Jaime pressing his lips to yours as midnight struck and both of your lives changed for the better.
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Hank McCoy
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There was nothing quite like a mission the day before New Year’s Eve. You were suited up, leg bouncing as the jet neared your target, the facility where you were pretty sure they had taken Hank. “They” being the US government, of course. Figured. You didn’t know the details, but you were sure it had something to do with his true form.
Most of them saw Hank as some monster. A Beast. But he wasn’t, not to you. He was perfect to you, whether he saw that or not, blue or otherwise.
“You alright there, Professor (L/N)?” Peter asked, watching as orange light danced around your fingertips.
“I will be once he’s safe.”
“He’ll be fine.” Jean insisted, pressing a pair of fingers to her temples. She was, as Charles insisted, your brightest student. And you hoped she was right this time, like she had been every other time. “I’m picking him up. That building down there.” Jean pointed at a large, metal warehouse that looked empty. Looked being the keyword.
Moira landed the jet and Peter rushed out first, running straight to the doors and unlocking them with a flurry of fingers. The rest of you followed, and as soon as he got the doors open, you sprinted inside, power radiating around your fingers as you looked around. There were several scientists in lab coats and goggles, tables and tables with mutants strapped to them, and on the wall, several of them held in place with cuffs.
You could spot Hank’s blue fur a mile away. There were two scientists near him, discussing a plan between them.
“He’s a monster, just do what you have to do.” One scientist said, making your blood boil while the other prepared a syringe.
You made a beeline straight to him, using your power to lift the scientist about to prod him with a needle, tossing her against the nearest wall with a loud clang. You faced the other one, fire in your eyes. “He’s not the monster. You are.”
A blast of power shot from the palm of your hand, sending the second scientist after the other one.
“(Y/N)…” Hank murmured, eyelids heavy. “You came. I…I can’t believe you’re here.”
“Of course I did.” You whispered, walking closer and using your power to unlock the cuffs holding his ankles and wrists. It sickened you to see him strung up like that, like some dangerous animal.
As soon as he was free, he slumped into your arms, barely able to keep himself upright. You supported his weight, pulling his arm around you and using your free arm to blast anyone who got too close. You watched as one by one, Peter freed the rest of the room. Jean fought off some scientists as you helped Hank to the exit and onto the jet.
You all but collapsed into the seat next to his, dozens of newly rescued mutants murmuring amongst themselves as Peter sped inside, raising his goggles up onto the top of his head.
He ran a quick head count. “That’s everyone, Moira.”
“Alright, hang on everyone.” Moira warned as she pulled the thrusters, sending the jet into motion back towards the Academy.
Hank tiredly reached a clawed hand for yours, fur thick and blue and soft. You took his hand gladly, meeting his exhausted eyes.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly, worried. You had no idea what he’d been through in the few days they’d had him there.
“I am now.” He nodded and rested his head against your shoulder, his eyes drifting shut.
***
The next day, you were in the kitchen around noon, making yourself a London Fog. You hopped up onto the counter, sipping on it and scanning over the news. Hank wandered in, not long after, looking uncharacteristically blue. Usually, he always took his “medication” as he called it, the chemical he made to keep him, well, not blue.
It was a welcome change, though. You liked him like this. You liked him, period, no matter what he looked like.
“Hey.” You grinned, setting down the news.
“Morning.” He murmured, voice deeper than usual. He glanced at the clock. “Afternoon, I guess.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m still so wiped out.”
“I bet.” You pouted, tilting your head. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay, I guess. Decided not to take my meds for a while, try to flush out everything they gave me out of my system.”
“Smart.” You nodded. “You going to Charles’ party tonight.”
“Maybe. I’m not sure.” Hank chuckled sheepishly. “I’m not sure I have any suits that fit when I’m…like this.”
“Mmm.” You nodded. “Well, if you don’t want to go, we could just watch a movie or something. I can smuggle us food.”
“I appreciate it.” He grinned a fanged grin. “Hey, um…thanks. For yesterday. I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Hank. I’m sure at some point you’ll be rescuing me from the government.”
He shook his head, eyes sincere. “I wouldn’t let them touch you.”
Your heart raced as he took a few steps closer, a blue hand settling beside your leg on the counter, the other raising to graze the edge of your cheek. He stared into your eyes like they were star-filled skies and he was searching for constellations.
You reached forward, pulling him into a hug that he quickly reciprocated, holding you close. “I-I was so scared, Hank. I’m so glad you’re alright.”
“I’m alright. I’m right here.” His paw stroking your hair gently. “Let’s…watch a movie tonight. You can pick. I’ll order a pizza and bring the drinks.”
You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, thriving in his warmth. He was so warm like this. You loved it even more than you remembered. “Sounds good to me.”
***
It was around ten that Hank knocked on the door of your room. You opened the door and let him in, a stack of VHS tapes sitting on the coffee table. He saw them and chuckled. “I thought I said you could pick.”
“Yeah, well, I’m indecisive so would you like Back to the Future or Rudolph’s Shiny New Year?”
“I think I’ll have to go with Rudolph, personally. Seems festive.”
“That’s what I thought, too.” You nodded, popping in the tape and settling down on the couch just as he did, a bottle of wine and two empty glasses set on the coffee table alongside a box of pizza.
You curled your legs against his, resting your head on his shoulder as he rested his head on yours, exhaling a long sigh. You were so relieved that he was okay, that he was with you.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Funny, I was going to say the same about you.” You murmured, leaning further into his hold.
The two of you watched the movie together, wrapped in each others’ arms. And when midnight hit, it only made sense that the only person you were kissing was him.
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Sasappis remembered the first words you had said to them like you’d said them yesterday. You were Sam’s niece, the black sheep of the family due to your more spiritual path. Well, that was, until Sam started seeing literal spirits. You had the same gift. Of course, yours wasn’t due to a freak accident, but rather, something you were born with, an extra sense that made most people look at you like you were crazy.
That first day in the mansion, you’d gotten your bag to your room, started unpacking, and then slowly turned to face the corner he was lingering in and said, “So are you just gonna stand there and stare at me or…?”
His eyes had widened, staring at you even more intensely. He was caught off guard. You weren’t a ghost, you couldn’t be. Jay could see you, after all, but still, you were making eye contact with him, waiting for a response.
“Hello?”
“You can see me?”
“Obviously. Did Sam tell you guys nothing about me? You guys are the reason I’m here, after all.” You chuckled.
“We are?”
“Yeah, my aunt starts seeing ghosts her husband can’t…she needed some confirmation that she wasn’t losing her marbles. I’m the confirmation. Besides, I needed somewhere quiet to come write my novel.”
Oh that piqued his interest. “You’re a writer?”
“Yeah, I guess our sixth sense isn’t the only thing Sam and I have in common. She’s more of a journalist, though. I write fiction.”
He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, beyond ready to learn more. “What genre?”
And you had gotten along perfectly ever since. The other ghosts in the house enjoyed having you around, too. It was nice having yet another human that could see them. You introduced them to all kinds of shows, helped with their tasks and physical limitations, and, most importantly, made quite a bit of frozen pizza when Jay and Sam went out for date night.
When the holidays rolled around, Sasappis expected you to leave, but he was relieved that you stuck around. He couldn’t imagine celebrating without you there. And when New Year’s Eve rolled around, all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss you. But he couldn’t. Obviously. That was what he got for falling in love with someone who was still alive.
“Sasappis!” You called into the house, and he came running towards your room, Trevor just behind him. “I said Sasappis, not Trevor.”
Trevor cursed and then shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”
“What’s going on? Everything alright? You need help with another spider?”
You chuckled and shook your head. “No, it’s not that. You remember how I said I didn’t have time to get Christmas presents this year?”
“Yeah, and we all understood because you’re really busy and have your own things to do?”
“Yeah, of course, thank you. Well, I kind of lied. I got a present, but…it’s just for you and it’s kind of experimental…”
His eyebrows knit together, watching you. “What are you talking about?”
“So…” You watched the time on your watch, waiting for exactly nine thirty. As soon as it hit, you reached out your hand for him, a small thing clutched in your hand. It took him a second, but he reached out for it, holding open his hand, but expecting whatever it was to fall right through his hand, as everything did.
But when you let go of it, it landed in his hand, a small necklace, a metal locket on a silver chain. He stared at it for a long time before making eye contact with you.
“What is it?”
“It’s a visitation charm. In theory, it allows a spirit to visit the world of the living for three hours. And I didn’t think it would work…until now.”
“You mean…” He stared at you, waiting for you to say it.
“Put it on.” You encouraged, and he lifted the chain over his head, letting it settle against his clothes. You held out your hand and he put his in yours, skin on skin, warm on warm.
“Woah…” He murmured, feeling the skin of your palm.
“HOLY SHIT DID (Y/N) DIE?” Trevor shouted from the doorway, sending Sam running down the hall to see what was going on, Jay right behind her.
“Who are you?” Jay asked, locking eyes with Sasappis. “Wait, Sass? Is that you? Oh my god!”
“You can see him?” Sam asked. “What did you do?”
“I can explain, but he’s got three hours before it’ll wear off.” You told her.
Sasappis slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. Now that he could touch you finally, he never wanted to stop.
***
Midnight approached. The ghosts were all excitedly asking when you would have more charms available while Sasappis was enjoying a slice of pepperoni pizza, followed by every modern beverage he could get his hands on in such short notice.
When the countdown came to an end, Sass didn’t hesitate to kiss you, lips soft and sweet, if not a little inexperienced. You didn’t care. You looped an arm around his neck, holding him close as you kissed him back. It was an odd experience, tickling the Veil in such a way, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he had been dead for five centuries. You didn’t care that this second life was temporary. For that moment, he was yours and nothing else mattered.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Sasappis whispered, forehead resting against yours.
“I don’t know, I’ve been working on that for like a month just so we could do this, so…” You shrugged. “It’s reciprocated.”
His gaze softened. “Do you think this will ever happen again, or…or is this the last time this will work?”
“I’m not sure, but…I’ll make you another one and we can go from there.”
He nodded. “That’s a good plan. But whether or not we’re on the same plane of existence…I really like you (Y/N). I’m glad you came here and…I hope you’ll stay a while.”
You kissed him again, a hand framing his cheek. “Believe me, Sass, I don’t have plans to leave anytime soon.”
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artist-issues · 8 months ago
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Day Nine💖
(reminder that if anybody wants me to stop sending these asks at any time, just tell me and I will stop!)
what is the thing that you are the most passionate about in life and why? what sparked your interest in it? is their a goal with it you want to reach, and are you actively working on your passion, or is it just something you know a lot about?
It should be Jesus but I don’t think it is, not perfectly, not all the time. What I tell myself and others it is, most of the time, is “storytelling.” But what I think it actually is (most of the time, but not when I’m in the Spirit) is self-glorification and wanting to be famous.
So there’s the triple-nature. What I should be passionate about, what I want to be passionate about, what I am passionate about underneath it all. But only one of those things is going to actually endure, and it’s “what I should be passionate about.”
Anyway.
What sparked my interest in storytelling was a combo of factors, but I remember the exact moment it came together clearly. I was getting ready for church and I’d been up all night (because at this point in my life I was like 19 and having trouble sleeping was a thing.) And I was trying to decide what to do with my life. I had interest in animated movies and in counseling but I didn’t know what to go to college for, so I was taking a gap year.
And as I was getting ready for church my draft table had the “Lilo & Stitch: Collected Stories From the Film’s Creators” book open on it, and I was listening to a worship playlist in my room and thinking about movies, and thinking about telling some of the kids I worked with in student ministries what made Lilo & Stitch kind of a Gospel story and how I could tell that to them convincingly.
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(This is not my picture, but the book looks like this.)
It was open to the producer’s foreword. And this song came on my playlist:
youtube
Which is about how God is the inventor and producer behind everything. It’s Tyler Joseph and Travis Whittaker. But I wasn’t familiar with this song yet, so I thought the lyrics were saying “You’re the author, the producer, the inventor of the scene.” It’s not, it’s “inventor of the seed,” but whatever, same principle.
Then like I was having some kind of dramatic realization, the vague idea that all of life was a movie God made, and the main point was Himself, and all man-made stories that were good had nuggets of that in them, clicked together. I had never thought of reality that way before.
And ll through that morning’s service and yammering to my mother at lunch afterward, I was just thinking thinking thinking about it. About how, in movies, the setting tells the story as much as the characters and events tell the story. (Stitch starts out in vast outer space where all the ships look vaguely like fish—then the scene transitions to a small, folksy town with a local feel, but still plenty of fish imagery.) And how, in God’s “movie,” the plants and the way they work tell the story of the Gospel. Seeds, growth, death, rebirth. How the seasons do the same thing. How the animals do the same thing—the freakin caterpillar is a crawling worm, then goes into a kind of death for a period of time, then comes out a new creation.
The art of storytelling, settings, characters, narrative, and all, is just a hobbled-together copy of how God has been communicating from the dawn of time.
And my brain was racing, and I remember thinking about the idea that Christians are supposed to be “little Christs.” Well, if He was THE storyteller who told His story to show us Himself, then what better could I do than be a little storyteller who showed people Him, too? Not just with my career and my writing and art, but with the way I obeyed Him with my life, obviously.
But that’s how I decided what to go to school for. And that’s what got me into the industry I’m in now.
All that to say, if there’s anything that is actually accurate about reality and God in my little “realization” or philosophy, it’s only because God showed it to me, not because I came up with it myself. And if it’s not accurate, He didn’t show it to me, I made it up and heaven help me. But so far I think He did show it to me, so I keep trying to tell stories without letting that become an idol.
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sammylbir · 3 months ago
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Day 2: Monsters (Miu Iruma x Rui Kisigirai)
(Note: The following fic takes place in an au of the Danganronpa Plasmaverse)
Miu sat by the ship and glanced through the window, noticing the calm waves dance to the wind and the moonlight.
To think that the noise of those waves would calm her was...surprising.
After all, she had been stuck on a ship for weeks, to participate in that stupid game a second time.
To survive.....to live on....
To...see all of her friends dying...Adeku.....
............
Miu clenched her teeth and then noticed her nails turning pink and sharpening, gaining length as well. The inventor had begun to accept herself, as a clone of Miu Iruma.
A clone that happened to be her own being.
A clone that happened to survive.
A clone that had the ability to control its own pink blood....
.........
She cut her arm lightly and noticed the blood leaking out, forming a tendril. The sight was a lot less horrifying than she anticipated honestly.
When she first figured out the truth behind Himiko, Ryoma and herself it horrified her......
To learn that your entire existence was a complete lie....
....and yet, she forged her own path.
Miu glanced at the reflection in the open window. Unlike the original Miu, she was quite the beefcake to say the least. After escaping from Idabashi's factory, she began to train like crazy. To never be weak again.
And it gave her this bod...a built that would probably make Kairo jealous...if he was still alive that is.
... he'd... be happy for her. Right?
"Hmm....playing with your tentacles again, handsome?"
Miu perked up and turned around, facing a certain tall girl with bright short orange hair, a purple hoodie, black shorts and a massive katana attached to her back. The inventor smiled.
Rui Kisigirai. A fellow killing game survivor, Ultimate Lucky Student and Serial Killer/Knight Templar known as Sparkling Justice 2.0.
To think that she'd date a brutal vigilante like her....it was certainly strange. Then again life was fucking strange.
Miu rolled her eyes.
"Fuck off, bitch. I'm not that perverted."
"Suure...", Rui noted and grinned. "And you totally weren't loud on the toilet last night."
"He...hey! Taking a shit has health benefits!", Miu protected flustered, while the redhead giggled.
"Hehe...you big blonde hunk...", she replied cheekily, before her smile relaxed. "But seriously. You are still struggling with coming to terms with yourself, right?"
"What the hell do ya mean? I, Miu Iruma, have totally accepted myself for who and what i am.", the inventor answered annoyed, trying to put up a confident grin.
Keyword being "Tried"
But she couldn't put up the charade. Not in front of her.
"Miu.", Rui stated, as she crossed her arms and tilted her head. "Stop being such an open mess. You can't lie for the life of you, hottie."
"Fuck off...", Miu admitted defeated and turned away flustered, staring at the sea and watching the waves dancing. Rui let out a sigh and approached her slowly, before she was right behind her.
"Self doubts again?"
"Kinda.", Miu admitted and then shook her head. "I mean... it's hard to cope with the fact that ya are a fucking Monster, ya know?"
"A monster?"
"Hell yeah.", the blonde replied and watched her blood tendril moving, the texture reminding her of some sort of melted cream. "I mean... I'm a clone that can fucking control blood...that ain't really normal you know."
"Not really.", Rui answered with a shrug. "Unless ya count periods. Thats when my blood drops."
"Yeah, very funny.", Miu mumbled and rolled her eyes. Rui giggled and then embraced her from behind.
"Come on, Mew Mew. You aren't a monster. Just because you are different doesn't mean you're a monster. Right?"
"I mean... I guess but.... I don't fucking know..."
With a sigh she glanced down and Rui began to massage her shoulders.
"Listen, you aren't a monster. You never raped, killed or hurt innocent people. Unlike the bastards I killed, like that one Towa guy. And they can't control blood like you do, handsome."
"I know... I fucking know...", Miu admitted and glanced away, her cheeks reddening.
"See? So what if you're no longer human? You're still you. Miu Iruma. Strong, smart and...."
"Fucking dominant?", Miu asked her with a growing grin, as Rui shrugged.
"Well yes. But I actually meant dorky and a bottom."
She giggled and Miu crossed her arms annoyed.
"Fuck off, flat-chested slut...", the inventor muttered, as Rui chuckled and kissed her shoulder.
"But seriously, don't doubt yourself. You are you, okay? And that doesn't make ya a monster. Okay beefdumpster?"
Miu felt her cheeks reddening, as her blood tendril shook slightly. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and her blood returned to its wound, closing itself like nothing ever happened.
"Hmm...thanks, Rui. You really know, how to make this bitch happy.", she replied with reddened cheek, before delivering a kiss on Rui's cheek. The redhead blushes with a grin and then put her head on her chest.
"Hmm...new lipstick?", she asked with a mumble.
"Thought ya'd like it.", Miu replied with a smirk. "I know ya can't resist me."
"I agree. I can't, with such a hottie.", Rui said and pressed a lip on her strong stomach. Miu blushed and felt herself growing weaker yet again.
"Tch...abs kisser..."
"Tip enjoyer.", Rui replied with a grin and hummed into her stomach. "Love ya."
"Love ya roo....Red tip.", Miu mumbled shyly, before suddenly regaining confidence and pulling her lover to a kiss.
One that Rui would accept no matter what.
The End
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victimsofyaoipoll · 2 years ago
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Round 2
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Mel Medarda
she is the richest woman in piltover who left her family because she didn't agree with the way they did things (conquering and murdering). she sponsors jayce and viktor, and courts jayce, which makes people upset because, you know, jayvik. she and viktor are CANONICALLY parallels with much of their imagery mirroring the other's and they are literally the same height. and people are so weird and misogynist and racist about her. they argue she is manipulating jayce and doesn't actually love him. i am cognitively disabled and cannot explain things well, but, she is so fucking shouldered
Black woman who has a romantic arc with one of the main characters Jayce. Jayce has a best friend called Viktor and their relationship is pretty important plot wise, shown as a direct contrast to his relationship with Mel even though only one is canonically sexual/romantic. So naturally fandom as the transformative safe haven it is villainized Mel horribly coming up with theories about how instead of being a complex morally grey character she's actually evil and just wants to seduce Jayce for Evil Reasons. Since they couldn't use her as a supportive female friend with no personality, others just ignored her existence entirely or acted like Jayce would ditch her for Viktor. Majority of m/m shippers will reduce her down to her relationship with Jayce and an obstacle in the way of JayVik, ironically writing her as a far worse and less complex version of the character we get on screen. The misogyny reeks and combined with the racism? It's a pretty bad case. Only slightly mitigated due to the fact that the main characters of the show are women (and the lead is a lesbian) so thankfully the male focus of fandom is lessened as opposed to filling almost every inch. Still awful to try and search for good Mel content, godspeed girlies with taste.
She's one of the most interesting characters on the show, a rich politician, smart and beautiful and has a really complicated and intriguing relationship with the city's golden boy inventor. unfortunately golden boy has a sickly twink science partner so she gets sidetracked SO BAD
Nyota Uhura
She's Spock's canon partner in AOS, and I get it because they're not a great couple, but she gets villianized in fic so much. They constantly make her an asshole (which totally has nothing to do with her being black /sarcasm) and abusive just for the crime of dating a man headcanoned as gay. And I mean, I think Spock is gay and her being a love interest was unnecessary but still! She's cool!
Oh my god so in the Star Trek reboot she’s Spock’s girlfriend and the fandom has no idea what to do with her??? Like she is ALWAYS either such a bitch or like the mom friend? And there is so much more to her character than that? But they always break down her character AND find a quick and easy way to break up her and Spock. I’m not even mad at that but at least treat their relationship with some weight instead of just being like ‘it never mattered’. People can love multiple people throughout the course of their lives. You know that right? Just because you loved someone before doesn’t make your new love any less special. And even headcanoning Spock as gay… you realize he doesn’t need to be attracted to Uhura for their relationship to have mattered, right? Even if he confused friendship for romantic attraction, him feeling such strong friendship and openly expressing it is so monumental for him!!! 
she's dating Spock, who people ship with Kirk, so fans have decided that it's horrible writing and "really, they're just defending her, the movies turned her into just a love interests," which is not at all true. The movies do so much more for her to the point that the fans who have only seen the movies think that the main characters are Kirk, Spock, and Uhura instead of the Kirk, Spock, McCoy of the original series. Also having a black women being shown as being desired and loved in mainstream media, particularly by one of the most popular characters of all time, is a good thing, not making her "just a love interest"
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emmabirb8 · 2 years ago
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Megamind and Zim
So, I'm a huge nerd (as you all know). And I've recently gotten a bit back into Invader Zim because my hyperfixations are a neverending cycle of whatever happens to capture my interest.
Well, since my brain likes to make connections between hyperfixations, I decided to start listing out similarities between one of my most precious blorbos - Megamind - and Zim. Just for funsies. :P
And uh, there's A LOT, actually. Which shouldn't surprise me considering they're both Very Dramatic aliens, but either way. I'm gonna post what I've gathered here for my own amusement. 😁
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So here's what I got:
Aliens
Landed on Earth
Grew up parentless
Outcasts of society
Robotic servants/minions that were given to them prior to being sent to Earth (yes, Minion is a fish, but he does have a robotic body)
Black heeled boots and black gloves
Viewed as "evil" even tho neither are actually evil (Zim is self-centered, chaotic, and destructive but I wouldn't classify him as evil even if he himself might - his mission to conquer Earth is more to please his Tallest and be validated as a good invader than to actually be evil for the sake of being evil)
Have strong relationships with their rivals/enemies to the point where they give their lives meaning and purpose - both became depressed and unmotivated when those enemies were suddenly not around to fight (due to being "defeated" in Megs' case and pursuing "real science" in Zim's case in the unfinished ep Mopiness of Doom)
Both are frequently shipped with their enemies in fanworks (Metro Man for Megs, Dib for Zim)
Intelligent scientists and inventors but they're also goofy as hell and they create plans that continually fail
Speech idiosyncrasies (pronouncing words incorrectly for Megs, emphasizing certain words and poor volume control for Zim)
Very animated and dramatic/theatrical when speaking
Short (Zim more so than Megs but Megs is still, like, shorter than Roxanne)
Big egos that hide their severe insecurities
Significant amounts of angst to both character's backstories
Cool color skin tones
Bullied in school
Affinity for junk food
Many fans of their respective media are in the lgbtqia+ community - both characters themselves also read as some flavor of queer and fans often HC/interpret them as such
Both come across as some level of neurodivergent
Pretty neat, huh? Well, I took it a step further (bc of course I did) and decided to ALSO find as many similarities as I could between Roxanne Ritchi and Dib Membrane. Being the main human characters, it felt more appropriate than trying to compare Metro Man to Dib, even tho Metro Man largely fills the "enemy" role for Megamind (and bc I am a filthy shipper at heart, fight me*).
Anyway, so Roxanne and Dib:
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Human (potentially questionable in Dib's case, but still)
Foils and equals to the alien protagonists
Intelligent
Sneak into alien protagonists' bases to take pictures and figure out "evil" plans to try to stop them
Have been kidnapped by aliens
Know the real truth of the alien protagonists, but their peers don't (Roxanne knows Megamind isn't really evil or dangerous, Dib knows Zim is really an alien - in Megamind's case, the people of Metro City do eventually come around, but not til the end)
Have false narratives about some aspect of their lives widely believed by the general public (most the citizens of Metro City think that Roxanne is dating Metro Man, almost everyone around Dib believes he's just crazy for thinking Zim is an alien)
Have companions who are also privy to the alien protagonists' true natures, but those companions are apathetic (Metro Man and Gaz respectively)
Concerned for the well-being of their fellow humans and cities
Like their aliens, both also come across as some level of neurodivergent (you kinda have to squint to notice it in Roxanne, but it's definitely there)
Alien boyfriends* (if you ship Megarox and ZaDr :P)
So yeah! Just some fun comparisons to ponder.
*Although I don't ship ZaDr within the canon universe of the show itself, I do enjoy it in certain transformative contexts. I'm v aware of the controversial nature of the pairing, so I wanna make that clear. I just like having fun with it.
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spotaus · 3 months ago
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Third New Age post of the day. Wild.
Lowkey I cannot help but put in propaganda for a ship I am so so quiet about all the time, but Fell and Sci have to be in here. Somewhere.
I love them so so dearly and I think they'd have little to nothing to do with the main plot like. At all.
Maybe they're residents of Reaper's kingdom (I know a place referred to as 'The Fell Kingdom' came up in discussion once and I like the idea that it's The Fallen Kingdom, which just means it fells any enemies it comes up against. Its people are hostile war-mongers due to a long long history of strength/power-based ruling and it's their pride and joy? I think that's on the other side of the mountains from Reaper's kingdom, so Night is especially safe from them. They have to pass Reaper to get at any of the smaller ruling states.) Point is, what if they tried to attack Reaper. Several times. But no one could make it past the mountains because they're just SO dangerous and wild (thanks Life!). And one time, only two soldiers manage to get through to the other side. Commander Edge of a royal battalion, and Fell, his lazy older brother, one of his soldiers. Fell is the only reason they made it to the other side alive, and once they're there it's pretty obvious to Reaper's people and soldier that. Well. Those sure are Fallen soldiers, but only two. And they're looking really rough.
The two are taken into custody, but Edge is one of the more respectful warriors, and Fell is so exhausted he's pretty sure he pulled a soul muscle, so they're non-hostile, just a little aggressive on Edge's part. And Reaper is alerted to their presence at one of the bases.
And maybe, just maybe, Sci grew up in a different kingdom, maybe he studied magic at the same school as Geno and sent him a letter about maybe finding a way to move. Work was short, and Geno was his senior who had always seemed reliable. Reaper has a few contacts, nobles and wealthy families who could use a talented magic-user (maybe Bird lives around here too, I love adding him in). They help Sci move, don't keep in super great contact, but he gets a job and he's pretty content. He's a great medic, and a great inventor, and his work is pretty well-known.
And maybe Fell and his brother get a peak into how life is lived in this kingdom, the peace, and they want to stay. Edge joins Reaper's soldiers, as he hates having a lost routine, and Fell manages their house. Maybe opens up a shop or restaraunt, or something like that. There's a meet-cute between Sci and Fell. They're just offscreen having a ball of a time <3
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mothstache · 10 months ago
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It seems that it's been a while since you posted about the Haltmanns, but I love your versions of them, shark-ness and all! Now I'm kind of wondering about Andrea, Susie's mom and Max's wife. I know that she's dead and that she was the species of the Mages (which is a big part of why Susie lacks a good chunk of her father's fabulous shark-ness), but what was she like? How did Max leave his planet and find her? What happened to her and did Susie know her well? Well, I mean, judging by one of my favorite bits of art by you (which I think might be about Andrea's death), I get the feeling she didn't and her dad did not take it well.
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Poor Max and Susie :( 💔
Sorry about the wait! Been preoccupied with life and the asks have been building up. I am happy to talk about this family again though, broken as they may be.
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Andrea was initially just another technician that worked beside Max Haltmann during his time supplying the GSA. The two of them got along very well, they generally had very alike thought processes and ways of problem-solving. Andrea's childhood was a lot like Max's too - despite having come from a planet in another part of the Galaxy she grew up without a stable family life and isolated from her peers. The two came to bond over shared experiences and started a close relationship. They married soon after the collapse of the GSA, but had to move to one of the smaller planets in the area to briefly hide from any forces of NME, since they would be executed if caught by them bc they were allied with the GSA. This was around the time Haltmann would take up the role as the CEO of his late father's smaller company at the time. The brilliant inventor at heart he is, he quickly started turning the company into a galaxy wide corporation by supplying products to planets in need, Andrea at his side the entire way.
Andrea herself was an absolute genius - despite Max's role as CEO he would credit her just as much with his success, if not more so. She and him would work on projects for hours on end, and go on frequent expeditions to remote, desolated planets to search for old, abandoned technology. One of these trips was when they uncovered the blueprints and broken parts of STAR DREAM. As fate would have it, this was their next big project - to get it up and running again.
Around this time (when they started repairing Star Dream) was when Max and Andrea discovered they were expecting a child. They were both overjoyed beyond belief, and excited to bring a new little inventor into the world. Since Max was carrying their baby, he reluctantly had to stop going on remote trips for his and the pup's safety. Andrea, being the head of the teams going to these remote planets, wasn't able to stay behind. Max found himself missing her quite a bit.
In the weeks leading up to the pup's birth, Max begged Andrea to stay behind just till they were born. As much as she wanted to, she insisted she couldn't leave her exploration team to fend for themselves, and promised this would be the last time she left for now. She departed to Lavadom, an unstable volcanic planet rumored to be littered with parts of ancient ships - as well as nests of invasive Sphere Doomers.
After a reported eruption, rescue missions were sent to Lavadom. No bodies were recovered.
Susie was born a few weeks later. She was named after one of Andrea's suggestions. When Max held her for the first time, he made two promises, to himself, to Susie, and to Andrea. That Star Dream, his and Andrea's work, WOULD see completion - and that he would protect Susie with his life. He wouldn't lose her like he lost Andrea.
As we all know, one of those promises was broken. And in the end, Max Haltmann himself was lost.
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kiwiwinjindouche · 10 months ago
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Just a "quick word" (it isn't) to thank you all.
I really am so thankful to have you because everyone is so chill with all my cringeness - I don't "care about numbers", I'm not a "big account" either, but I've never attempted to be one anyway. When I started posting things here, I didn't know how nor where to start, where this'll lead me, and I never thought so many people would be interested by my silly ideas and the such. I never lied about my favorite dude, and I know he's definitely not a lot appreciated, but that's Tumblr for you, I suppose! (I never thought I'd stumble upon a few other people who ship my rarepair either and everyday I'm so glad for all this). (I remember comments two years ago or so on Instagram where people were like "lmao wtf delete this" and I never really cared about it, because I know this is a controversial ship - and even if sometimes i feel really cringe/like i'm going too far, overall i don't want to stop because it makes me happy and I'm not hurting anyone)
I'm still a bit insecure from time to time, because I'm only 24 and full of stupid and good vibes, there's literally no way for me to be able to truly write the mindset of a 40ish mad inventor, and i tend to make people softer than they are sometimes, so if i do anything wrong with him, that's definitely not on purpose. I'm only delulu about his fate, but you can't come to me like "what about the atrocities! he's not nice!" and well, fork found in kitchen? It doesn't stop me to want him to be more than just that 'evil dude' and I like to see and explore what could have brought him to this (his past probably left some trauma on him and that doesn't help) (not to forgive anything or idk but imagine being hated by everyone around you, as a child that's fucked up)
You're making this 'fandom experience' fantastic and I met amazing people and I'd love to talk more with everyone but I'm so bad at social and PM on Tumblr GJDSJGFKLGDSKGJ I'm really sorry about my lack of social skills and how much i don't see passing time (anxiety? adhd? autism? could explain things, i can easily get overwhelmed by life and i'm very slow, a little french snail) (tbh, I don't have a lot of 'fandom experience', my first one was with Pokemon and I've met some of my dearest friends thanks to it, and a bit of Baldur's Gate 3 but it has to be one of the worst fandom ever lmao, and I followed it on Twitter, so yeah that was a strange experience)
Thank you all once again for existing, best wishes and much love <3
(I was feeling like getting emotional on main, but I've wanted to do this for a week or so. And even if we don't talk a lot, I appreciate every one of you and I support you)
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mice-ducks-and-blots · 1 year ago
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You said you would info dump about the treasure island Mickey au if anyone asked. Well, I am asking. If you don’t mind :)
(for context: this au here)
I was going to talk abt it when I doodled more of it, but that might be like next year or never kjkskjs so I'll do it now!!
Ok so. It's not a Treasure Island au, just some pirate au I thought while reading Treasure Island (and listening to Shiver My Timbers from Muppets Treasure Island, that song is SUCH a banger). Though it has the same aesthetics in the sense of time period and such.
Mickey here is a famous explorer and scholar who travels across the sea and writes about its misteries, creatures, islands. He's gained quite the reputation and people say he might as well guard the whole ocean inside his brain. He lives in a house a bit far from the city at the seashore, where he keeps his studies and findings such as fossils and shells.
The Phantom Blot is the captain of the Darkenblot ship and his black-stained flag is well known across the seas as belonging to the most fearsome pirate to ever set sail on them. (Pete is his first mate, Plottigat, the medic/inventor, and Scuttle and Trudy and maybe other baddies I'm forgetting about are there in his crew too)
So, there's this legend about a jewel called "The Heart of the Sea" very creative I know that allows the person who holds it to control the winds, tides, and storms. Blot wants it, and he's convinced that that famous mouse explorer knows where it is. So he has Mickey kidnapped and taken aboard.
Mickey does know some clues to where the heart might be, but he refuses to help Blot. Aftel all, the jewel would be trouble enough in the hands of some common pirate, so someone intelligent and cruel like him could only bring disaster. So Blot gives him a few days to change his mind, or he'll walk the plank.
While locked in the ship's cell, Mickey's helped by one of the pirates, who sneaks in some food and water when he can. He's suspicious at first, but soon learn that this one pirate - Donald Duck - Is not like he rest of the crew at all.
Donald was just a simple fisherman who, out of his enormous bad luck, ended up in the Drakenblot's way while fishing away from the shore. He would have been tossed overboard, but Blot noticed something about him - an almost supernatural sense of direction, and the ability to tell when the weather would change. He was too valuable to be lost, so he was forced to become one of the pirates. Or they'd harm his family (He carried a picture of his nephews with him).
So anyways after that Idk what happens exactly. I guess Mickey and Donald try to escape and Donald is almost drowned by the pirates, but when drowning he turns into a mermaid (though the design is more like a fish monster, yknow, like the ones from Pixar's Luca) and he grabs Mickey and swims away. They find Donald's uncle Scrooge who explains that Donald was a mermaid his whole life but if he knew that, the signs of his heritage would be impossible to hide (such as markings on his skin when he was in his terrestrial form idk) and that's why he hid it from him and Della (who found out she was a mermaid and had to hide leaving her sons to Donald, as she didn't want them to be chased and hunted).
Then uuuh I guess Donald, Mickey, the nephews and Scrooge (and Goofy too I want him to be there) go find the Heart of The Sea and I think the other mermaids before the pirates do, and Magica is in the au somewhere as a cool sea whitch/monster and Mickey and Donald become a couple at some point I think that's it
Thanks for the ask! <3
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octolingo-writes · 1 year ago
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hi octo!! may i suggest jay ferin for the ask game 🫶🫶 ^-^
ohohoho Jay Ferin
First impression: She kind of fell into the background for me originally because she was a quieter character and Chip and Gillion were so loud /pos. I got really intrigued with her when it was revealed she was in the Navy, but for the good first 25 episodes or so I didn't think about her too often
Impression now: I love her, so much, she has such fascinating character elements with the conflict with her family and with her friends, and I think she's had some of the strongest if not THE strongest moments in the entire show, she's still probably second favorite to Gillion but I love her sooooo much and she's such a cool character
Favorite moment: this is a hard decision, she's got so many good moments, but I might just have to go with the classic ep 53, Not Ferin Well, "I was using you" monologue. It's just so good and there's so much emotion behind it, I love it dearly. Her and Captain Widow's interactions as well as her comforting Chip are close runner-ups, though
Idea for a story: I've worked before on some stuff where her and the other Ferins have wings, I think it could be fun to delve more into that idea of them having wings/being more birdlike, maybe in the ep 114 navy fortress
Unpopular opinion: I don't really like her and Lizzie as a ship, since finding out about Lizzie and Ava something about it rubs me the wrong way--it's not a bad ship tho!! just my personal opinion :)
Favorite relationship: I prefer her to be platonic, but I am a tried and true navyseal enjoyer as well, though I like it to be a qpr rather than something super romantic. That or her and anastasia, because I am a sucker for vampires lmao
Favorite headcanon: the more kooky and inventor-y you make her, the better. The fact that she has levels in artificer makes her super fun to give unique design elements, like goggles or grease on her pants (which I love when her outfit looks like an inventor's). So yea, the more artificer the look, the better!
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