#i blame the wip fairy

[snailsweater]

I think VegasKim works because Kim looking at Vegas is Kim looking at a slightly distorted mirror. Kim would be Vegas if Gun was his father, they are very similar in their nature. In a universe where Gun and Korn are not unhinged, I can imagine Vegas chilling in Kim's apartment, reading a book while Kim is working on a song, they enjoy art, they enjoy spoiling and protecting the people they love, they enjoy physical pursuits, and both are good at combat. They both are ruled by their emotions even though they try to come off as cold and calculated. And I think it's the same for Vegas, Kinn is his competition, but Kim is like a parallel universe version of him, and I think while Vegas could be jealous that Kim has more than he does, he can see past that and knows that Kim is just as caged that he is. I really wish people wrote more Vegas and Kim stuff (romantic or not).

Anon. Anon, wait a friggn second, hold up. You are a fucking genius, holy, oh my, I am loosing my goddamn mind!

It makes total sense!

And you also filled my heart and brain with the picture of a cozy, homey Vegas chilling with Kim….

Vegas turns the page, lost in thought by the familiar motion and the sounds of Kim's guitar playing in the background. He feels how the notes link into his noisy thoughts, silencing the strain and the constant racing of the deeply rooted rules and expectations. It allows him to be.

Kim closes his eyes, his fingers pressing over the strings of the guitar in a melody he doesn't yet know, running up and down the slender fingerboard as he fills the silence with more and more new sounds. Peace. Silence, yet full of life. His foot begins to tap to the rhythm. His heartbeat echoes inside. Power. Strength dancing along his nerves and muscles. He transfers the beat to his leg until his knee follows and he begins to drum his knuckles against the body between each note.

It's a melody, new and appealing. It reaches for his mind, weaving new life around images and memories.

Vegas's fingers make his knife dance beside the book on his lap. A silver twirl that slowly descends until the tip of the knife taps against the cover of the book in time with the beat. Irregular, smudged lines play around the end where the blade sinks into the handle. His head falls back on his neck, a grin, teeth bared, eyes glinting. Kim's gaze meets his across the room.

"Dum-deu-dum-dum…"

The impact takes his breath away. The back of his head slams into the stone, sending his mind into zero gravity. A mad, delirious laugh bursts from Kim's lips. The hand on his neck is fleshy and rough. The fingers clawing behind his larynx, blunt and clumsy.

For a moment, he lets his hands hang beside his body. A second in which his opponent thinks he has the upper hand. Then that head smashes to the side, expodes in front of Kim's eyes before he closes them. Blood rains down, soaking his clothes and hair.

"You're getting sloppy, Nong." The title was tinged with mockery. Vegas lunges again with the scantling and rams the end into the stomach of his closest opponent. He goes down, mouth open but unable to scream.

No hand is held out to Kim. Instead, fingers claw into his shoulder and yank him up. Again, his back hits the wall, stone hitting bruises and abrasions.

"Nong."

Vegas. A piercing look in his eyes, hair wet from the rain, silk shirt rumpled. The scantling rests on his shoulder. The slipped collar exposes a clavicle where the dark shadow of a welt blooms.

The silence in response makes him change his posture. His stance becomes wider, his body more tense. His eyes begin to calculate the remaining opponents. Who all would he be able to take out….

"Feels like you're lucid dreaming." Vegas growls and shakes his head. His hand on the scantling tightens, the former trash becoming a deadly weapon in his hands.

His other hand grips Kim's shoulder, whose laughter slowly dies away. The grin remains as his fingers falteringly tap against Vegas' tense stomach.

"That day will never come." Kim pushes him aside with a jerk. His hand closes around the knife on his belt. Adrenaline surges through his veins and legs. Three steps in a sprint and he jumps.

The impact of his weight yanks his attacker off his feet and the knife him out of existence.

Vegas drags him back to his feet from a crouch before his low position would be his undoing. Stumbling, Kim staggers to his side. Their shoulders meet and his head jerks up. They're not done yet.

The movements come automatically. Their bodies remember before their minds do. Seamlessly, they slide back to back. Kim, knife in hand, the other clenched into a fist and raised to eye level, body centered. Vegas, eyes locked on his attackers, cracks his neck.

"Don't disappoint me now Nong." A hiss over his shoulder. He doesn't turn around. The blind spot doesn't exist, because inside it waits Kim.

"Watch out…" the younger man warns quietly, lips raised in a smile. "I'm going to steal your show."

Vegas laughs as he twirls the two-by-four. Blood drips onto the street. And soon it would fill the puddles and soak the pavement.

"Dum-deu-dum-dum-dum…"

Kim's fingers continue to dance across the pages, bringing the sleeping instrument to life and filling the room with a new warmth.

He senses a hunch, an inspiration coming within reach, but he can't separate himself from the sounds just yet. Only a few chords later does he let the last note die away and reach for his notebook.

Vegas watches the gleam of his now-clean blade in the dim light of the apartment.

"Next time, you keep your hands off my stuff and use your own, got it?" The sentence has no real anger behind it, but the warning is clear. Kim smiles. The movement tears at his open lip. Blood seeps onto his tongue. "Not everyone is happy with a weapon made out of fucking trash."

Vegas snorts, the knife dropping to the empty cushion beside him. He turns his head and lowers his eyes back to his book, the weight of the pages familiar and soft in his now clean hands.

"You should be creative Nong." He turns the page. There's a rustle, accompanied by Kim's pen scratching on music paper, capturing the inspiration he's just gained.

"Why would I?" Kim's answer is casual, his mind already lost between words and lyrics to the new song. His fingers tap the music sheets in sync with the beat.

"When it comes down to it, I'll just grab your stuff again."

Vegas growls something unintelligible, but the smile on his lips betrays him.

The apartment sinks into silence once again, interrupted only by the occasional flipping of book pages and fingers drumming on the table.

[mikaylathenerd5]

Flag on the Play - Fourth & Forever One Shot

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Pairing: AU Roman Reigns x Juno Davis (black oc)

Song Inspo: Kendrick Lamar & SZA - luther

Summary: In the blistering heat of a Miami afternoon, Juno and Roman juggle preschool pickups, car keys, and an overwhelming thirst for each other. Domestic chaos blends with raw desire as Juno tries to wrangle her man out of those sweatpants—and maybe into her before the clock runs out. It’s funny, filthy, and full of the kind of tension only love and lust can create.

Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult themes. Not suitable for readers under 18. Proceed with care if you're sensitive to graphic sexual dialogue or depictions.

A/N: I finally finished this WIP from like three weeks ago lol might have gone overboard as it is not much plot and a truckload of smut. I blame the thirst trap TikTok edits of this man I was staring at lol

This can be read as a standalone from the Fourth & Forever series.

Word Count: 5k

The Miami sun was a brazen seductress, scorching through the slatted blinds of their Coconut Grove condo and drowning the kitchen in a sultry, amber haze. Juno was a cyclone in a coral sundress that clung to her curves like a jealous lover, her dark curls wrangled into a high bun that was fraying in the sticky heat. She was elbow-deep in a pile of Luna’s glitter-smeared sketches, hunting for her car keys, her iced coffee—now a tepid puddle—teetering on the counter beside a rogue sippy cup and a crumpled Target receipt. It was 2:01 p.m., and they were already teetering on the edge of late for Luna’s half-day preschool pickup.

“Roman!” Juno bellowed, her voice a fiery blend of exasperation and adoration, honed by a year of stolen nights and playful spats since that sweaty BBQ at Jimmy and Jey’s where he’d won her over with ribs and a smirk. “Move your sexy ass, babe! Luna’s gonna be running the damn pickup line, and I’m not eating Miss Carla’s shade again.”

Roman Reigns, the Miami Dolphins’ defensive tackle and a walking testament to divine sculpture, strutted in like he was about to sack the entire opposing team on primetime. At 6’3” and 265 pounds, he was a fortress of muscle—shoulders that could carry a dynasty, thighs that could crush empires, and a smirk that had Juno’s heart doing backflips since he’d handed her a mojito under the fairy lights a year ago. His black fitted t-shirt was a love song to his pecs, a thick gold chain glinting at his neck, catching the light like a subtle boast. But the real crime was his grey Nike sweatpants. They slung low, outlining a bulge so audacious it could’ve had its own fanbase. The thick, heavy print of his cock was a public health crisis, and Juno’s eyes betrayed her, lingering like she’d spotted the Holy Grail.

She snapped her gaze up, hands on her hips, gold bangles clinking. “Roman, you are not waltzing into Luna’s school looking like you’re packing a goddamn rocket launcher.”

He flashed that dimpled grin, the one that had her giggling like a teenager at that BBQ. “What’s the issue, baby girl?” He spun, slow and cocky, giving her the full 360—muscles popping, sweatpants straining, gold chain swinging. “This is my ‘devoted dad’ drip.”

“Devoted dad?” Juno scoffed, waving her tumbler like a courtroom exhibit. “This is ‘preschool moms starting a riot’ drip. Change, or I’m burning those pants.”

Roman closed the gap, his voice dropping to a gravelly purr that still made her thighs clench after a year of him unraveling her. “You soundin’ possessive, Juno.” He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, the cool metal of his gold chain grazing her cheek. “You know this dick’s only for you.”

Her breath hitched, a flash of last night—him pinning her to the headboard, her legs trembling—making her flush. She shoved his chest, fighting the heat pooling low. “Roman, we got no time. Luna’s waiting, and I’m not telling Miss Carla her daddy’s pants are trending on TikTok.”

He chuckled, snagging a mango from the counter and slicing it open, juice dripping down his fingers. “Ain’t nobody clockin’ my pants, baby. They’re too busy checkin’ this.” He tilted his head, letting the gold chain catch the light, its heavy links gleaming against his skin.

“That chain won’t save you when Miss Carla calls the feds,” Juno shot back, lips twitching. Those sweatpants were a siren call, hugging his thick thighs and screaming danger. “Jeans, Roman. I’m begging.”

He licked mango juice off his thumb, smirking. “You beggin’? That’s a whole different game, baby girl.” He turned, bending to grab his water bottle from the fridge, the sweatpants stretching so tight across his ass it was a federal offense.

Juno groaned, rubbing her temples, her tumbler sweating in her grip. “You’re a walking felony.”

“And you’re addicted,” he fired back, tossing the mango peel in the trash and snagging his keys. “Let’s roll before Luna starts runnin’ the pickup.”

Juno trailed him to the living room, her tumbler abandoned beside a pile of Luna’s stuffed manatees. Roman bent to adjust his sneakers, and those sweatpants—sweet merciful fuck—outlined every inch of his obscene cock, the thick ridge a blatant taunt that had her pussy throbbing. They had five minutes before they had to hit the road; the preschool was a quick shot down Tigertail. Her brain screamed Luna, punctuality, Miss Carla, but her body was in full revolt, her pussy already slick and aching under her dress, begging for him to wreck her.

“Roman,” she purred, her voice a filthy, desperate drawl, the kind she’d used last month when she’d jumped him in the team’s sauna, riding him until they were both screaming.

He straightened, his smirk pure, unfiltered sin as he turned, his gold chain glinting under the sunlight streaming through the window. “That’s the fuck me till I can’t walk voice, ain’t it?” His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on her nipples hardening under the coral sundress, the fabric clinging to her curves like it was painted on. “What you need, baby girl?”

She closed the distance, hands sliding up his chest, nails scraping the taut t-shirt, feeling the furnace of his skin and the cool, heavy brush of his chain against her knuckles. “You’re a goddamn war crime,” she murmured, fingers dipping under the hem to trace the chiseled V of his abs, her nails digging in just enough to make him hiss. “Struttin’ around with that cock, knowin’ I’m fuckin’ unraveling.”

His hands clamped onto her hips, yanking her against him, the bulge in his sweatpants a steel rod, thick and pulsing, grinding into her belly. Juno’s pussy clenched, dripping with raw, animal need, her thighs slick as she rubbed them together. “You’re the one settin’ fires,” he growled, squeezing her ass so hard she gasped, his chain grazing her collarbone as he leaned in, his beard scraping her jaw. “Thought we’re late?”

“We are,” she whispered, her voice trembling with want, her hands frantic as they tugged at his waistband, desperate to unleash the beast she knew was waiting. “But you’re standin’ there with that fuckin’ dick, and I need you to fucking destroy me, Roman.”

His laugh was dark, primal, a sound that vibrated through her core as he backed her toward the couch, his hands rucking her dress up to her waist, exposing her thighs. “You want me to fuck you into next week, Juno? Gonna make this pussy scream for me.” His fingers hooked her panties, ripping them clean off with a savage yank, the fabric tearing like paper, and he groaned, low and obscene, as he found her soaked, her slick coating his fingers. “Fuck, baby, this pussy’s fuckin’ weeping for me—look at this mess.”

“Roman, please,” she moaned, her hips bucking as he dragged his fingers through her folds, teasing her clit with slow, torturous circles, his chain dangling as he leaned down to suck her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse. Her pussy throbbed, aching for his cock, her body trembling with need.

“You want this dick bad, huh?” he growled, his voice a filthy rasp as he pushed her onto the couch, her ass hitting the cushions with a thud. He knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs wide, his chain brushing her skin as he leaned in, his breath hot against her dripping pussy. “Gonna make you beg for it first, baby girl.”

“Roman, don’t you fuckin’ dare tease me,” she whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his t-shirt, catching on his chain. But he was relentless, his tongue flicking out to lap at her clit, slow and deliberate, the wet heat of his mouth sending shockwaves through her. She screamed, her hips bucking, chasing his tongue as he sucked her clit, his fingers sliding two, then three, into her tight pussy, stretching her, curling against her G-spot.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he growled against her, his beard scraping her inner thighs, his chain cold against her heated skin as he devoured her, his fingers pumping in and out, slick with her arousal. “This pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy—look at you, drippin’ all over my hand.”

“Roman, I need your cock,” she begged, her voice breaking, her body trembling as he pushed her to the edge, her pussy clenching around his fingers. “Please, fuck me—now.”

He pulled back, licking his lips, his chain glinting as he stood, fisting his cock through the sweatpants. “You want it, you’re gonna get it,” he growled, shoving the pants down just enough to free himself. Juno’s breath caught—his cock was a fucking masterpiece, long, thick as her forearm, veined and heavy, throbbing with pre-cum dripping like a promise. It was the kind of size that still made her knees shake, even after a year of taking it, and her pussy pulsed, desperate to be filled.

“Starin’ like you ain’t had it before,” he teased, stroking himself slow, the head glistening as he rubbed it against her clit, smearing her slick, torturing her with the blunt pressure. “Gonna wreck this tight little pussy, baby girl—gonna make you feel every fuckin’ inch.”

“Stop fuckin’ teasin’ and ruin me,” she demanded, hooking her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her pussy aching, her body screaming for him. Roman growled, his chain swinging as he lined himself up, then thrust in with one brutal stroke, stretching her pussy to its absolute limit.

Juno screamed, the burn of his size a white-hot supernova, her walls clamping around him like a vice, every nerve igniting with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. “Roman! Fuck, you’re too big!” He was a goddamn monster, splitting her open, filling her so completely she could barely breathe, and she was addicted, her hips rocking to take him deeper, her pussy gushing around him.

“Too big, huh?” he growled, hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider as he pulled back, then slammed in again, the head of his cock hitting her cervix with a jolt that made her see stars. “You take it like a fuckin’ goddess, baby.” He set a savage pace, jackhammering into her, each thrust a relentless assault, his thick cock dragging against every nerve, stretching her to her breaking point. The couch groaned, sliding across the hardwood, the room echoing with the wet, filthy slap of their bodies and Juno’s desperate screams, her voice raw with pleasure.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you,” Roman rasped, his eyes blazing, his chain swinging with every thrust, his cock slamming deeper, claiming her with every brutal stroke. “Maybe twins, baby girl. Gonna fill this pussy till it’s fuckin’ overflowin’.” His voice was a filthy, possessive vow, and Juno’s pussy clenched tighter, the words setting her ablaze, her body trembling with the raw intensity of it.

“Fuck, Roman, yes,” she moaned, her nails raking his back, shredding his t-shirt, catching on his gold chain as she arched into him, her pussy weeping around his cock. “Keep talkin’—put a baby in me daddy.” The idea of him filling her, claiming her so completely, pushed her closer to the edge, her pleasure spiraling out of control.

“Look at this fuckin’ pussy,” he growled, eyes locked on where they joined, her lips stretched taut around his girth, glistening with her slick, a thick, creamy ring coating the base of him, her arousal dripping with every thrust, pooling on the couch in a sticky mess. “Creamin’ all over my cock, baby—fuck, you’re soakin’ me.”

“Roman, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” she whimpered, her body shaking, her dress bunched around her waist, sweat slicking her skin, her pussy throbbing with every thrust. His cock was a battering ram, hitting that deep spot that made her vision blur, and she was spiraling, her orgasm clawing closer, a tidal wave of pleasure building in her core.

He flipped her suddenly, pulling out only to spin her onto her knees, her ass up, face pressed into the cushions, the rough fabric scraping her cheek. “Gonna fuck you like you deserve,” he growled, slapping her ass hard, the sting making her scream as he thrust back in, deeper, harder, his cock stretching her pussy even wider from this angle, the angle making her feel every vein, every pulse. “This tight little pussy’s mine, Juno. Fuckin’ say it.”

“Yours!” she screamed, her hands gripping the couch, nails digging into the fabric as he pounded her, his balls slapping her clit with every brutal thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through her. The chain swung, brushing her back, cold against her fevered skin, and she was lost, her pussy clenching, her body shaking, her screams muffled by the cushions.

He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles, his cock never slowing, his thrusts so deep she felt him in her soul. “Come for me, baby,” he growled, his voice rough, his chain dangling as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “Soak my fuckin’ cock—show me how much this pussy loves me.”

Her first climax detonated, a fucking supernova, her pussy convulsing around his thick length, milking him as she screamed his name, her voice raw, echoing through the condo. Her release gushed, creaming thickly around the base of his cock, dripping onto the cushions, soaking the fabric in a sticky flood, and Roman groaned, his rhythm stuttering. “Fuck, Juno, that’s it—fuckin’ drench me, baby.”

He wasn’t done. He pulled out, flipping her onto her back again, spreading her legs wide, her thighs trembling, her pussy still pulsing. “One more, baby,” he growled, thrusting back in, slower now, deeper, grinding his hips to hit every spot, his cock dragging against her overstimulated walls. “Gonna make you come again before I fill you up.”

Juno was a wreck, her body trembling, overstimulated but craving more, her pussy clenching around him, desperate for another hit. “Roman, I can’t—” she gasped, but her hips rocked, chasing him, her nails digging into his shoulders, catching on his chain.

“You can, and you fuckin’ will,” he growled, his chain dangling against her chest as he leaned down, sucking her nipple through the dress, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending shocks through her. His fingers found her clit again, teasing with featherlight strokes, and she was gone, another orgasm ripping through her, her pussy gushing around him, her screams echoing, her body arching off the couch.

“Fuck, Juno!” he roared, slamming into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside, hot and endless, filling her to the brim, his cum mixing with her slick, dripping out around him. His chain brushed her skin as he collapsed, panting, their bodies slick with sweat, the couch a goddamn crime scene.

Juno laughed, delirious, her body buzzing like she’d been struck by a lightning bolt, her pussy still twitching around him. “We’re so fucked. Luna’s gonna fire us.”

Roman kissed her neck, his chuckle rough and warm, the chain brushing her skin. “Worth it, baby girl. You’re my fuckin’ paradise.”

Four minutes later, after a frenzied cleanup—Juno dabbing at smudged mascara, Roman yanking those cursed sweatpants back up—they were in his black Dodge Charger, tearing down Tigertail Avenue. The windows were down, the Miami air thick with salt and jasmine, and Juno’s sundress fluttered, her skin still tingling from Roman’s brutal claiming. He was still in those grey sweatpants, the print a smug taunt, his black t-shirt shredded from her nails, the gold chain glinting against his chest.

“You’re gonna get us banned from that preschool,” Juno said, slipping on her aviators, her voice lazy with satisfaction, her pussy still throbbing from his cock and that baby-making talk. “Miss Carla’s gonna need a hazmat suit after one look at that dick print.”

Roman grinned, one hand on the wheel, the other sliding up her thigh, fingers brushing her still-soaked core. “Miss Carla’s a trooper. She’ll pull through.” He shot her a wicked look, chain catching the sunlight. “Unlike you, screamin’ like you forgot your own name.”

“Keep talkin’, and I’m hitchhiking,” she fired back, but her grin was pure mischief, her hand guiding his higher. They were late—2:20 p.m.—but the high of Roman’s touch made time irrelevant.

Coral Smiles Preschool was a psychedelic riot—walls splashed with starfish and mangroves, glitter embedded in every surface. Roman pushed open the classroom door, his massive frame dwarfing the kid-sized tables, the gold chain catching the fluorescent lights. Juno followed, bracing for Miss Carla’s wrath. Luna, their tiny dictator with soulful eyes and Juno’s curls, sat weaving a neon bracelet, her pigtails bouncing.

“Mama! Roro!” Luna squealed, bolting into Roman’s arms. “I made this for you, Roro! It’s blue ‘cause you’re awesome!” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re late.”

Juno winced, grabbing Luna’s backpack. “Sorry, mija. Traffic.”

Miss Carla approached, clipboard in hand, her eyes darting to Roman’s sweatpants, then his chain, before snapping away, cheeks flaming. “Punctuality is critical.”

“Sorry, Miss Carla,” Roman said, his charm lethal, chain glinting. “Family business.” Juno caught three moms whispering, pointing at Roman’s crotch, and grinned, looping her arm through his. He’s mine.

Outside, Luna rode Roman’s shoulders, babbling about being a “dolphin pilot.” Juno walked beside them, the Miami sun hot, her heart bursting. The afternoon was a filthy, chaotic masterpiece, but with Roman’s hand brushing hers, it was perfection.

The Miami night was a velvet seductress, the Coconut Grove condo’s private balcony bathed in the silvery glow of a full moon, the city’s neon hum softened by the whisper of palm fronds. Luna was fast asleep, her bedroom a shrine of stuffed jellyfish and her glittery “Roro” bracelet, lulled by Roman’s soulful bedtime reading of Finding Dory. Juno stood at the balcony’s edge, her bare feet cool against the tiled floor, her body draped in a flowing, black silk robe that fluttered in the breeze, hinting at her curves. Her dark curls spilled down her back, shimmering in the moonlight, her skin still tingling from the day’s chaos—Roman’s grey Nike sweatpants sparking a preschool frenzy, their couch-shattering quickie, Miss Carla’s pinched disapproval. The quickie’s raw, urgent heat was a distant echo; tonight, Juno craved a slow, soulful unraveling, and the balcony, with its wicker lounge bed and flickering lanterns, was their sacred altar.

Roman stepped onto the balcony, moving with the quiet confidence of a man who knew how to worship. Bare-chested, his loose navy linen pants slung low, revealing the chiseled V of his hips, the thick outline of his dick a lazy promise beneath the fabric. His gold chain glinted in the lantern light. He carried a vial of jasmine essential oil, his dark eyes locking on Juno with a gaze that promised devotion and hunger, a far cry from the quickie’s primal rush.

“Baby girl,” he drawled, his voice a warm, commanding purr that sent a shiver through her pussy, “you’re lookin’ like you’re ready to be devoured under this moon.” He set the vial on the lounge bed, his chain swaying, his eyes tracing her silhouette, the robe translucent in the moonlight, her curves a quiet invitation.

Juno smirked, sauntering toward him, the robe slipping to reveal a glimpse of her bare thigh, her nipples hardening under the silk, the breeze teasing her skin. “Devoured?” she teased, her voice soft and confident, a deliberate shift from the quickie’s desperate moans. “Babe, you’re the one who turned Luna’s preschool into a thirst trap parade with that dick print. I’m here to see if you can keep up with me.” Her words carried a playful edge, her power surging, ready to meet his hunger.

Roman’s chuckle was a deep, velvet rumble, his chain glinting as he closed the gap, his hands hovering at her hips, not touching, letting the tension build. “Keep up? Juno, I’m about to have you tremblin’ before you even touch me.” He poured a drop of jasmine oil into his palm, the floral scent blooming in the night air, his eyes daring her to surrender to his command, a soulful contrast to the quickie’s raw aggression.

Her breath hitched, the quickie’s physical intensity replaced by a soulful anticipation, her pussy already slick with want, her body craving his touch. “Trembling, huh?” she murmured, stepping closer, the robe fluttering, her hands resting lightly on his chest, fingers brushing the chain, its cool metal grounding her. “Better make it worth my while, Reigns, or I’m stealing that chain and dancing under this moon alone.”

His eyes darkened, a tender spark, and he guided her to the lounge bed, its cushions soft and inviting, the lanterns casting a warm glow. “Worth it? Baby, I’m gonna make you feel like you’re fuckin’ flying.” He untied the robe, letting it fall open, revealing her bare body, her curves bathed in moonlight, her skin glowing like a canvas for his worship. “Sit on my face, Juno,” he growled, his voice a commanding whisper, lying back on the cushions, his chain glinting, his hands patting his chest, inviting her to take her throne. “Let me taste that pussy—gonna eat you ‘til you’re screamin’.”

Juno’s pussy throbbed, her confidence surging at his command, the tantric rhythm of their breaths syncing as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest, her pussy hovering over his face, not touching yet, teasing, the anticipation a delicious ache. “You want this, Roman?” she murmured, her voice warm and commanding, her hands braced on his shoulders, fingers catching on his chain, the jasmine scent enveloping them. “Better make me sing, daddy.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make this pussy sing,” he growled, his hands gripping her thighs, guiding her down, his tongue flicking out, teasing her clit with a single, deliberate stroke, making her gasp, her pussy weeping, her slick coating his lips. He stroked his dick through his pants, slow and deliberate, his groans vibrating against her folds, the moonlight casting shadows that danced across their bodies. Juno moaned, her hips rocking, her pussy grinding against his mouth, his beard a rough tease, the chain brushing her inner thigh, a cool contrast to the night’s heat.

“Roman, fuck,” she whimpered, her pussy throbbing as he plunged his tongue inside, fucking her with it, his lips sucking her clit, the jasmine scent mingling with her arousal, his hand freeing his dick, stroking it slow, the pre-cum glistening in the moonlight. He ate her out with reverence, his tongue swirling, sucking, teasing, his groans a low hum that sent shockwaves through her, the tantric rhythm of their breaths amplifying every sensation, a stark contrast to the quickie’s raw thrusting.

“Goddamn, this pussy’s perfect,” he growled, his voice muffled, his tongue circling her clit, his hand stroking his dick faster, his chain glinting as he devoured her, her slick dripping down his chin, her moans soft but piercing, carrying across the balcony. Juno’s hands gripped his hair, pulling hard, her pussy clenching, her first orgasm building, a slow, soulful crest, the moonlight bathing them, the lanterns flickering in time with her gasps.

“Roman, I’m—fuck!” she cried, her first orgasm crashing through her, a warm, soulful wave, her pussy convulsing, gushing over his face, soaking his beard, her moans echoing in the night air, the chain brushing her thigh, his tongue still licking, dragging out every pulse. He groaned, his hand stroking his dick, his own pleasure building, but he held back, his focus on her, his worship absolute, the tantric connection deepening with every lick.

“Fuck, Juno, taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he growled, his hands guiding her off his face, his lips glistening with her slick, his chain swaying as he sat up, pulling her into his lap, the lotus position intimate, their bodies pressed close. “Ride me, baby girl—take this dick.” His voice was warm, commanding, his dick throbbing against her pussy, not entering yet, just teasing, the oil making it slick, the anticipation a delicious torture.

Juno grinned, her confidence blazing, her pussy still pulsing from his tongue, the jasmine scent grounding her as she drizzled oil over his dick, stroking him slow, the slick glide making him groan, his chain glinting in the moonlight. “Gonna ride you so good, Roman,” she murmured, her voice warm and commanding, lifting her hips, guiding his dick to her entrance, sinking down slow, her pussy stretching around his thick length, the oil easing the glide, the sensation a warm, soulful burn, nothing like the quickie’s brutal stretch.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her ass, using her curves as leverage to thrust up, meeting her rhythm, his dick grinding deeper, the tantric rhythm syncing their breaths, the moonlight casting a silver glow. Juno set a slow, deep pace, riding him with measured rocks, her pussy clamping around him, every inch a fucking revelation, the chain brushing her chest, a cool anchor in the warm night.

“Feel that, Roman?” she moaned, her hands braced on his shoulders, fingers catching on his chain, her pussy grinding deeper, his thrusts matching her, the oil amplifying the wet, sensual sounds, the jasmine scent enveloping them. “This pussy’s takin’ you—every fuckin’ inch.” Her words were soft, commanding, her confidence surging, the slow pace a soulful contrast to the quickie’s jackhammering, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Goddamn, Juno, you’re—fuck,” he groaned, his hands squeezing her ass, pulling her down harder, his thrusts deep and deliberate, his dick hitting her G-spot with every rock, the chain glinting between them, their connection deepening with every move. Her second orgasm built, a slow-burning star, and she leaned forward, kissing him deeply, their tongues tangling, the jasmine taste mingling with her slick, the tantric rhythm pushing her closer, his hands guiding her hips, his thrusts relentless but controlled.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you,” Roman growled, his chain brushing her chest, his dick grinding deeper, the tender tone softening the filthy promise, a soulful contrast to the quickie’s raw possession. “I meant that shit mama.” His voice was warm, reverent, and Juno’s pussy clenched, the words igniting her, her body trembling with want.

“Fuck, Roman, yes—fill me,” she moaned, her hands tugging his chain, her pussy weeping around his dick, the tantric rhythm making her crave him. “You feel so good daddy.” Her words were soft, soulful, matching the balcony’s vibe, her hips rocking faster, chasing release, his thrusts driving them both to the edge.

“Look at this fuckin’ pussy,” he growled, his hands spreading her ass, his eyes locked on her glistening folds, a creamy mix of oil and slick coating his dick, dripping onto the cushions, her arousal a testament to their connection. “So fuckin’ perfect, baby—fuck, you’re my goddamn universe.” His words were reverent, his voice trembling, her riding and his thrusts pushing them to the edge, the slow, soulful pace a stark contrast to the quickie’s raw frenzy.

“Roman, I’m—fuck!” she cried, her second orgasm exploding, a fucking supernova, her pussy convulsing around his thick length, milking him as she arched, her release gushing, soaking his dick, dripping onto the cushions, her moans carrying across the balcony, the moonlight bathing them. His hands gripped her ass tighter, his thrusts deepening, dragging out every pulse, his chain brushing her skin, grounding her in the ecstasy.

“Juno, fuck!” he roared, his dick pulsing as he spilled inside, hot and endless, filling her to the brim, his cum mixing with her slick, dripping onto the cushions, the oil a slick testament to their love. His hands held her hips, his thrusts slowing, their bodies trembling, the balcony a moonlit sanctuary, the night air warm and soft.

Juno collapsed against him, breathless, her body buzzing, her pussy still twitching around him, the moonlight casting a silver glow. Roman’s arms wrapped around her, his chain cool against her flushed skin, their breaths slowing, the lanterns flickering, the jasmine scent lingering. They lay there, tangled on the lounge bed, the moonlight spilling over them, their hearts racing, the day’s chaos—Roman’s sweatpants, the ruined couch, Luna’s sass—a distant memory.

Juno’s head rested on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his abs, catching on his chain. She tilted her head, her dark eyes searching his in the moonlight, a soft vulnerability breaking through her earlier command. “Roman,” she murmured, her voice warm but tentative, “that baby talk… you weren’t just caught up in the moment, were you? The twins thing—it felt real.”

Roman chuckled, a deep, soulful sound, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing her cheek, the chain glinting as he shifted to meet her gaze. “Real as it gets, baby girl,” he said, his voice low, earnest. “I ain’t just talkin’ to talk. You with Luna—you’re a fuckin’ force, makin’ her world shine. I want that with you, Juno. Twins, a whole damn squad, whatever we build. I see it, clear as this moonlight. You feelin’ it too?”

Juno’s heart swelled, a soft laugh escaping as she nestled closer, her lips brushing his chest, the chain catching the moonlight. “Twins? You’re tryna give me a heart attack, Reigns,” she teased, her voice softening, her eyes glistening. “But yeah, I feel it. Luna’s my everything, but you and me, making more of us? That’s the kind of chaos I’m down for. Just… gotta warn you, I’m gonna need more of this practice.” She smirked, tugging his chain playfully, pulling him into a slow, tender kiss.

He grinned against her lips, his hand sliding to her lower back, the chain brushing her skin. “Practice? Baby, you keep sittin’ on my face and ridin’ me like that, we’ll have a dynasty before you know it.” His laugh was warm, his eyes full of love, the moonlight sealing their promise.

“We’re gonna need a new damn balcony,” Juno teased, her voice warm, her heart bursting, the chain glinting as she kissed him again, their connection deeper than ever, the night air soft and perfect.

They stayed there, wrapped in each other, the moonlight their witness, the lanterns flickering, the jasmine scent lingering. Roman’s hand traced lazy circles on her thigh, his chain glinting, and Juno smiled, her soul alight. The day had been a chaotic masterpiece—Roman’s sweatpants starting a preschool war, their couch ruined, Luna’s sass reigning supreme—but this, right here, was their forever.

Thank you for diving into the heat with Juno and Roman! This chapter was pure fun—a chaotic, sexy slice of life with two characters who can’t keep their hands (or eyes) off each other. I wanted to show that the passion doesn’t fade just because there’s a kid in the mix and a schedule to keep. If you laughed, blushed, or needed a cold drink after reading, I did my job.

If you want to follow along for more content I release, comment “add me” to join the taglist! I’d love to have you along for the ride.

Drop a comment if you loved it, reblog to spread the spice, and stay tuned—because these two are just getting started. 🔥💖

[writerinthewoods05]

Acotar Masterlist.

Requests are currently open! As of right now I only write X Fem Reader. Could change in the future but as of right now I don't, I apologize.

🌺 = Fluff 🌶️ = Smut 🔪 = Angst

💥 = Crack 🕊️ = Dead Dove; Do Not Eat

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Azriel Shadowsinger

You are my survival 🌶️

Azriel x Fem Reader

Word count: 5k

You and Azriel are mates. Az knows it, you don't, that is until a particularly hard training session when the truth finally come out.

Shadows and Snow Angels 🌺 🌶️ 🔪

Azriel x Fem Reader, Azriel x child OC

Series chapters: 7 so far

Normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to get mad it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

Nyx Archeron

WIP The Leap 🌺 🌶️

Nyx Archeron x Fem Reader

You were Nyx best friend since you were toddlers, neither was ever seen without the other and you basically lived in his house. Nyx is about to leave to live in windhaven for a few years now that has an adult but since your just a potter you have to stay, unless... Unless the Valkyries gain a new member.

We're just friends, right? 🌺 🌶️ 🔪

Nyx Archeron x Fem Reader

Word count: 10.1k

Ever since Nyx turned 18 he was always flirting a new female. He hardly ever spent time with you anymore and you were upset! I mean you had every write to be, you were his best friend, Which meant you automatically deserved his undivided attention constantly. Rhys thinks otherwise, maybe he can try to knock some sense into you both.

Rhys Archeron

Lady in red 🌶️

Vampire Rhysand x Fem Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Rhys is always carful with you and absolutely never drinks from you, but when you finally decided to spend your first night together Rhys has some trouble controlling his hunger for you.

WIP Lavender skies 🌺

Rhysand x Fem Reader

Word count: ?

After a particularly hard day at the Illaryan camp all you can think about is getting home to your mate, who is... On the roof?

Cassian Archeron

WIP Big Illaryan baby 🌺

Cassian x plus size Fem Reader

Word count: ?

Cassian, Lord of bloodshed, Rhys's General, Leader of the Valkyries, currently laid face first down in your lap, complaining that he was about to die. Who knew all it took was the flu to have the mighty Illyrian whining like a toddler... Illyrian baby indeed.

Eris Vanserra

WIP Fox and the Hound 🌺 🌶️ 🔪

Eris Vanserra x Fem Reader

Series chapters: 4 so far

The hound hunts the fox because his master taught him to. Hunting of all he's ever known, besides foxes are lesser than the hounds anyway, right? Coming across a lower fairy in the woods is hardly uncommon for Eris, so he wasn't surprised to meet you when he was walking his hounds. Though ever since Jesminda, his Father banned lower fairies from crossing into the woods around the manor. Eris had never disobeyed his father before but a deep pull inside begs him to keep you a secret, maybe foxes and hounds are more similar than he thought.

Lucien Vanserra

Long hair and Long healing 🌺

Lucien x Fem Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tamlin finally gives Lucian a day off to spend time with his mate due to being snowed in, some times spending time together is also spending time

Helion Spellcleaver

Sinful slumbers 🌺 🌶️

Helion x Fem Reader

Word count: 2.3

Your mate has been performing his duties as high lord all day. who can blame you for pulling him into bed as soon as he comes back to you...

Morragin

Tarquin

Amren

Tamlin

[evilminji]

My WIP fairy hates me. But like... in that homoerotic Nemesis sorta way, I swear.

Cease an desist, woman! (I scream into the void, knowing damn well she, being my own brain, SHAN'T.)

Cause NOW? Now I CAN NOT stop Pondering, with a Capitol P, the life of a Sentient Quirk. The trials and tribulations. The indignities and sufferings. Countless micro-aggression and out right dismissal of sentience. The reduction to the EXTENSION of another.

You are not a person.

You are JUST a Quirk.

An organ that "thinks" itself separate, in the way knees spasm when struck just so. The child you are attached to just needs to get better CONTROL of you. Your words and actions are actually THEIRS. You are simultaneously an unruly animal and strange adult, not allowed near other peoples children.

Why are you trying to follow this four year old into their school? Why are you SITTING out side a pre-school? Are you stalking that child?

You are a grown adult. Connected to a random Japanese child.

The child is expected to "control" you.

Punished if they do not.

No one is listen to EITHER of you, as you try to explain the situation. The child is upset, scared, and does not have the emotional maturity to understand why you are not to blame. All they can understand is that you appeared and everything became stressful and "bad". They started getting punished. Have to share their room now.

Do you even have rights? If you get hurt, get MAIMED, what will happen to you? Can you hold a job? Own land? Open a bank account? Fuck it! Can you have a RELATIONSHIP?

If you went out RIGHT NOW and punched a purse thief, would the FOUR YEAR OLD be arrested?

If the kid grows up, becomes a hero, and you do secretarial work... does his license cover you? If YOU wanted to become a Hero, would he be your hero partner? Could he technically sit in a corner and let you work?

If no one could TELL, over an internet connection, then surely that should prove SOMETHING? Right?

And! The question NO ONE ever seems to ask!

Could..... could you LEAVE? Do people have the right to force you back? If you don't WANT to be some kid's Quirk? You're sentient. If, unlike Dark Shadow, you are not PHYSICALLY connected, but tethered by distance?

Could. You. Leave?

Just "Allright, I'm out. The way you're all treating me is unacceptable. See ya never." And walk out the door? You'd be able to gain distance as the kid grew older. As long as you hid? You be homeless, without papers, but free.

A sentient Quirk means free will. Means you don't HAVE to do shit. It's like being born with a twin, not a slave. And that Twin does NOT have to put up with your bullshit. YOU are the one asking THEM to work with you, after all.

This? Of course, ALSO just ABSOLUTELY BEGS the question? What if that four year old grew up to be a BASTARD? Just... NO self reflection or empathy. Everything is everyone else's fault, always. And they want a NEW Quirk. One that won't question them.

So they sell theirs, buy a new one. Probably die off screen trying to throw it around.

What happens to you THEN? Pain, obviously. Like... massive, massive amounts of pain. You ARE a Quirk. You're being ripped out by your metaphorical roots. By the NERVE ENDINGS. But? Do you... for lack of a better word, "reset"?

Are you back infront of "your" person? Or do you stay, safely, where you are? Both would be fascinating, honestly. Because I imagine All for One? Does NOT get sentient quirks often. If at all.

They'd sooner kill themselves.

After all, if your choice is "kill yourself and your beloved twin" or "be ripped apart and watch them die horribly, then be used to go against everything you both stood for"? You weep and promise to make it fast.

Then you make it fast.

It's... really annoying, I'd imagine, for All for One. It's not necessarily that he WANTS a sentient Quirk. But they are INTERESTING. And he likes interesting.

He also likes owning things that can't leave. Ever.

So of course he'll poke and prod at the Quirk. It will inevitably be a nightmare, either way. Because EVERY Sentient Quirk has some degree of communication aspect to it. Just because the original holder never figured it out, doesn't mean HE can't.

And while your range may now be much, MUCH bigger? Because the fucker is strong as hell? How useful is that... if he can talk to you when ever HE feels like it? Day or night. 24/7.

And that's assuming you don't reset. God help you if you reset. Because THEN your STANDING infront of, most likely, pre-face-smash All for One. Who's looking at you like he just won a Mildly Interesting Prize and you would PREFER HE NOT. But what are you gonna do?

Walk out again?

You think THAT'S an option here?!

I mean... you can and do TRY. But, obviously not. So like? Fuck ™.

THEN the question becomes? Would YOU go to Tarturaus. Are you a hostage? Or an accomplice? You have the same level of power and authority as a cat, deliberately knocking pages of tables and cups to the floor, but... like? Oooooh~ oh yeah! THATS gonna slow him down! His empire crumbles beneath the sheer MIGHT of your petty inconveniences!

*trips the doctor again*

Fffffuck you.

[vthx]

WIP Weekend

Make me write!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP for each emoji! No limits to the amount or kind of emojis you can request.

I'm working on knocking out rare pair projects before getting back to my other stories since they're closer to being finished (and I still owe @sourw0lfs the Steddissy sequel to the guild exchange).

🧚‍♀️ A Fairy's Tale (Jeff/Steve) - childhood friends to reconciled lovers

🚗 Joyride or Die WIP - sequel to the Road and the Sky (steddissy)

📼 Stieth Week (STWG event running May 18-25th) - Steve / Keith from Family Video

A snippet of the Stieth Week WIP:

Being a creep is easy; being the right kind of creep is tricky.

Keith prefers it at one step removed, lets rumor do the brunt of the work for him, like extorting Nancy Wheeler's brother for a date with her, which he knows she won't agree to. (Even if he's wrong, even if she does, Keith can weaponize unpleasantness so it never happens again.) But scathing rumor will ensure everyone knows about his "crush" on Nancy; if the pathetic loser is hung up on her, no one will question why he's not going after other girls. Nancy will turn him down or avoid him (or both), and he'll buy himself breathing room.

Rinse, repeat. If the loneliness eats you alive, at least you are alive.

Keith can hire a girl like Robin Buckley at Family Video. Robin's awkward, antisocial, mean. She's in his league, so ostensibly, demonstratively "not his type". Keith doesn't dare hire Steve Harrington, with his coiffed hair and pretty eyes and prettier smile, fallen just far enough down the social ladder to make Keith fantasize that he has a shot.

Keith can stick to his guns at the interview, invent petty quizzes like "top three movies" that Steve is predetermined to fail, be a dick about giving him time to think, except Steve's a excitable dork about trying to come up with the movie names and trips his way over the Fast Times cardboard cutout, doing that fake-nonchalant thing no one falls for, and shit, turns out Keith's type is loser after all.

He wishes he could blame his dick for this decision, but it's his stupid heart.

No pressure tags:

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[daisypreaker]

okay i wrote a little - count it as a wip. i'm not used to writing hood and it shows...

"I love your hair. All fuzzy like."

As far as pick up lines went, it's a humdinger in the negative sense. But word about town is the sheriff sleeps with anything going. Can't blame a girl for slacking on courtship.

A current of guilt flicks at the lining of her stomach when he turns around. She's never seen a man piss and cry at the same time. His lashes are tacky with saltwater and there's an oddly vivid quality to the blue in his eyes that reminds her of her stepfather when he'd drunk himself into the devil's lap as her grandma phrased it.

Her first and best instinct is childish. Why are you crying? The way kids would ask in kindergarten like it was easy to give an answer, which back then it was. A grown man wouldn't be as easy to crack as a five year old.

"Fuzzy-like, huh? Now where's that accent from?" His voice is thick with a sorrow so viscous it's clogged up his system like the wrong kind of fuel poured into a car engine. But then he grins through it, canine teeth polished to points that scrape his bottom lip. He's looking at her now, really looking, the way a wild cat stiffens to assess its new prey. Shark teeth, irises the colour of anti-freeze with pupils blown to full mania, and tremors in his hands. The kind of half-animal half-man they talk about in German fairy tales though to her he looks Irish. The streak of piss is still dark on the wall behind him.

"Not around here." She feigns mystery, because she's too young to wear it naturally the way he does, with his years upon years over her, and the hint of crow's feet even when he's not smiling. "You know Rebecca."

A weight falls off his shoulders and he scoffs. "Didn't realise they made native Amish girls."

"I'm not Amish. She's just a friend."

"So what then? You're relaying a message?"

Her index nail is filed down to the flesh - for the last few minutes, she's been scratching at the brick wall behind her, working out ways to do as Rebecca did to get what Rebecca got. She was the one who gave her Hood's address like she was passing along a family heirloom.

If only there was a way to break it to a man that he was turning into the community mattress and she'd quite like to take a dive.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. hey y'all im hoping you're having a good holiday. im in the mood for jin ling having a complex about his courtesy name. thanks, y'all are spectacular!

climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (T, 15k, JC & JL & WWX, JC & JL, JC & WWX, JL & LSZ, JL & WWX, Post-Canon, Mutually Unrequited Forgiveness, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Family History, Generational Trauma, Discussion of Canonical Abuse, Awkward Attempts at Communication, mentions of past JC/WQ, Fairy is a good dog) This is for #1 but it's not the focus of the entire fic, just the second section

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2. Hello! In the mood for canon setting time loop fics? Not just going back in time once, but someone is stuck in a loop over and over again. Preferably Wei Wuxian-centric, but it could be any character. Love this blog, thank you all! @gloriousclotpole

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon) LWJ is the one stuck in the loop

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy) I have something that's post-canon rather than strictly canon, but still deserves a mention I feel

Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose (T, 182k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, BAMF MXY, MXY Lives, Genderfluid MXY, MXY Backstory, POV MXY, If At First You Don’t Succeed Try Try Again and Again and Again, Wangxian Speedrun, times three because time travel, Found Family, Genius MXY, Genius WWX, Not particularly JGY friendly, CQL-based) Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose is probably not what people expect from time loops but it is time loops nonetheless

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3. Do you know good fics where Yu Ziyuan got some karma for the way she treated Wei Wuxian? Bonus if her husband got some karma too (even if he never mistreated directly Wei Wuxian, he didn't stop his wife to abuse him)

🔒If Wishes Were Donkeys by NightOwl1 (M, 101k, WIP, WangXian, SVSSS, Time Travel Fix-It, Case Fic, Mpreg, Fluff and Humor, Dysfunctional Jiāng Family, Bad Parent YZY, WangXian Get a Happy Ending,   Period-Typical Homophobia, Crossdressing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, It’s All The System’s Fault, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Warning: JGS, Good Uncle LQR, LWJ and WWX Are LSZ’s Parents, Inappropriate Humor, Family Feels)

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4. Hi! Itmf where lan wangji and Wei wuxian are in an established relationship and suddenly lan wangji goes back in time. ❤️❤️

The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 25k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, Time Travel Fix-It, not JC friendly, not Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect friendly, not Jiāng Family friendly, not YZY friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gūsū Lán Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WIP)

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5. I love all time travel, but could I ask for fics where the person time-travelling isn't wwx? I'd love for the person to seize the opportunity to make sure that wwx experiences less (or none!) of the Horrors haha

🔒💖 The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WWX & WQ, LXC & WWX, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, possessive LWJ, oblivious WWX, fluff, siblings, romance, golden core reveal, golden core fix-it) Lan Xichen travels back to just before Wei Wuxian liberates the Wens and supports him.

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) the one travelling is JC, to the moment he and LWJ find WWX after Burial Mounds

The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 25k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, Time Travel Fix-It, not JC friendly, not Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect friendly, not Jiāng Family friendly, not YZY friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gūsū Lán Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WIP) link in #4

Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, wangxian, time travel, not JC friendly, golden core transfer fix-it) JC & LWJ are the time travellers

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JL & JZX, LJY & LSZ, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) The Junior Quartet time travels

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 70 k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX) Dark!LWJ time travels & sets out to ensure WWX has a happy life

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Time, Pining while fucking, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Angst with a Happy Ending, CQL Verse, almost everybody lives/almost nobody dies, epistolary-ish, canon-ish side pairings, radishes) LWJ time travels. Features an interesting price for the second chance

💖 With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder) WQ time travels

💖 Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) LQR time travels

Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WWX & WN & WQ, JC & WWX, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, Angst, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Not Everyone Dies au, XY doesn’t have a happy ending) Technically WWX does time travel in this, but only after WQ does

Regrets by antebunny (G, 38k, wangxian, miscommunication, misundersandings, time travel fix-it, temporary character death, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort) Both LWJ & WWX time travel

The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, WangXian, Time Travel AU, fixit, Temporary Character Death) several people time travel, including WWX, but it's LWJ pov

somehow, someway, we all get to someday by Stratisphyre (T, 76k, CSSR/LQR/WCZ, LQR & Madam Lan, LQR & CSSR, wangxian, JYL & LXC, Madam Lan/OFC, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Parenthood, Not Everyone Dies AU, Threesome - F/M/M, Family Feels, Not JFM Friendly, Not Lan Sect Friendly, past emotional abuse, Demisexual Character, Inclusive discussions of reproductive rights) it's lqr who goes back

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6. Hii! For the next itmf, do you guys have any f1 recs? Thank you!

Set the pace by Lunarieen (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Sports, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of an accident (nothing graphic), 5+1 Things, Light Angst, Slow Burn, Formula 1)

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7. For the next intmf could you do any of your favourite there was only one bed or fake dating fics?

Just the best pining from both sides and the angst of lying in bed next to the boy you like!

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

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)

abort retry fail by aroceu (E, 21k, wangxian, amnesia, married WX, internalized homophobia, handholding, smut, canon-typical kink, fluff & humor, SBWY)

Always Knew You Were Magical by jeyhawk (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Curse Breaking, Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Masturbation, First Time, Blow Jobs, curse fic, College/University, True Love's Kiss, Attempted self harm under the influence of a curse)

the moon lives in the lining of your skin by sarahyyy (M, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Friends With Benefits, Misunderstandings, Oblivious, Pining, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Roommates)

cut through the clouds, break the ceiling by tardigradeschool (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Fluff)

call me home and I'll build you a throne by ana_cp (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Post-CQL, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy, ... and then Sexual Intimacy, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, (because they don't think they deserve each other), Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX)

The answer has always been yes by Magnolia822 (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Bisexual Male Character, Frottage, Sexual Tension, Unsafe Sex, Getting Together, There Was Only One Bed)

End Racism on the OTW - Adventures in Pet Sitting by raitala (E, 63k, WangXian, background NieLan, Modern AU, Mild Hurt/Comfort, obscure animal facts, Artist WWX, Maths Nerd LWJ, POV LWJ, comphet lwj, Self-Realisation, Coming Out, London, Sharing a Bed, Exploring Sexuality, Mutual Pining, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Masturbation, Light Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Frottage)

🔒 tuck me in by belovedmuerto (T, 4k, WangXian, bed sharing, Hurt/Comfort, mostly comfort, Pre-Slash, Getting Together, Nightmares, expressions of care)

Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend relationship, Oblivious WWX)

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

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8. A more severely autistic lan wangji? With Wangxian, explorations of ableism,

My Boy Builds Coffins by enbysaurus_rex (Not Rated, 48k, WangXian, Coffin Maker AU, YL WWX, Location: Yílíng, LWJ builds coffins, Autistic LWJ, falling in love over a coffin, Hurt WWX, Mutual Pining, LWJ Has Feelings, Deathscapes, Death as a bittersweet community thing, accidental ecofiction, Farmer LWJ)

a new kind of silence by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, Communication Disorder, Trans LWJ, Protective WWX, Pregnant LWJ, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Soft WangXian, POV WWX)

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9. hi hiii i’ve looked through your omegaverse recs, but i’m specifically trying to find fics where wwx and lwj were both alphas pre death, but wwx became an omega when he woke up in mxy’s body. do you have any like that?

You've got me feelin' like a child now by MaggieoftheOwls (E, 9k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Past Alpha WWX, Omega MXY, not that Wangxian realize at first)

March 31st by Midshipsman (E, 3k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Omega MXY, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Biting, Oral Knotting, Top WWX, Switching (kinda), Loving acceptance of your partner's needs, Trans Male Character, Light BDSM)

Tilted by BadPennyGirl, thedawnwall (M, 24k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega MXY, Gender Dysphoria, Sexual Tension, No Sex, Just a lot of thirsting, Canon-Typical Gender Stereotypes, Getting Together, WN is the Best Brother, Cuddling & Snuggling, Spooning, Masturbation, JC Tries, JC is So Done, Omega WN)

( Five to Seven Days by Unforth (E, 5k, wangxian, A/B/O, Canon Divergence, Vers LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Vers WWX, Top WWX, WWX in MXY's Body, Omega WWX, Alpha MXY, Alpha LWJ, Knotting, Rutting, Body Dysphoria, WWX is Kind Of Presentation Queer, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Explicit Consent) and the opposite, formerly omega!wwx is now in alpha!mxy's body )

Smoke by TenyaTrash (E, 298k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, NieLan, Drama & Romance, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Relationships, Mutual Pining, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Beta LXC, Alpha Turned Omega WWX, Lost Love, Omega LSZ, Beta JL, Alpha JC, Omega NHS, Sharing Body Heat, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Denial of Feelings, Scenting, Scent Marking, Primarily CQL with elements of novel thrown in, Sibling Bonding, Courting Rituals, Marriage Proposal, Protective JC, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Versatile wangxian, Married Life, Enthusiastic Consent, Family Bonding, supportive families, Divergent Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics)

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10. ITMF longform college au fics! slowburn and preestablished friendship preferred. bonus if there's nightmare hurt/comfort or sickfic elements, i just like when they take care of each other :) thanks!! @monstergreentea

and here comes the summertime by ribena (M, 72k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Academia, this is set in America, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Slice of Life, Humor, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Found Family)

mating rituals by detectorist (E, 16k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, College/University, Humour, Pining, Getting Together, Idiots in Love)

💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery) kind of? lots of college flashbacks?

Walk the Circle in the Other Direction by notevenyou (E, 31k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, High School, Coming Out, Homophobia, Bad Parenting, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Vomiting, Panic Attack, Bullying, Minor Injuries, Blood, Fighting, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Oblivious WWX, honestly not as dark as the tags make it seem, bisexual wwx, WWX/MM, sex between a man and a woman)

Falling Headlong by floraidh (T, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, skater au, First Meetings, First Kiss, Getting Together, autistic lwj)

Only Fools Rush In by justpeace (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Bisexual Disaster WWX, Asian-American Character, Banter, Flirting, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together)

But really, why? by Scrippio (T, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University)

take me home (where i belong) by scarletwanlian (E, 153k, WangXian, Modern AU, Slice of Life, PTSD, Trauma, Dissociation, Music, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Injury Recovery, mental recovery, Mental Health Issues, Non-Sexual Intimacy, AND sexual intimacy, Literal Sleeping Together, First Time, Families of Choice, Car Accidents, Found Family, Flashbacks, Nightmares, gore elements somewhat, descriptions can get a bit gorey at times, Eventual Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Healing, Character Study, Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Whump)

like blue flame over my fingertips by tangerinechar (T, 37k, WangXian, College/University, Mutual Pining, 5+1 Things, Food as a Metaphor for Love, lwj and jzx being reluctant bros)

🔒you are safe / loved / worthy / enough by everythingispoetry (T, 150k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Social Media, Mental Health Issues, Healing, self-care, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, the mortifying ordeal of self-acceptance, Falling In Love, Depression, Slow Burn)

(Planning the Day) To Meet You by Bettydice (E, 61k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Pining, Mutual Pining, WWX raises A-Yuàn, minimum angst, MAXIMUM GAY, Self-indulgent fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, POV LWJ, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex)

Stumbling Into You by Magnolia822 (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Practice Kissing, Bisexuality, Coming Out, New York City, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Hand Jobs, Jealousy, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Past WWX/MM, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Family Dynamics, Falling In Love, Found Family, Unsafe Sex, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning)

❤️ the best of you by sysrae (E, 41k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, College/University, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, slightly undernegotiated kink, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, JFM and Madam Yu's A+ parenting, Dysfunctional Family, Mental Health Issues, the most tender of railings, Reference to animal attacks/animal cruelty, descriptions of past violence)

🔒some impulse of delight by handclaps (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, First Time, Light Bondage)

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11. I want wangxian fics like the web series "TRANSPLANT" , it's an hospital story, about a doc, Hamed who came from a war background? He has got ultra instincts, a gifted doc, a nice kind person. He was a patient in the hospital and 2 weeks later he joined in as the doc there. The story is nice.

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12. Fics where

A) wwx and/or lwj is a biker?

B) wx like to dance together like in a lazy afternoon, or after a soft beautiful date, or on their wedding day, or when a yuan is baby talking.

12B)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending) this fic is mostly very angsty but there is one very cute wangxian dancing scene. Good fic though

For Once In My Life by Selenay (M, 7k, wangxian, Modern, Dance AU, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Dancer WWX, Violinist LWJ, Ballroom Dancing, Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff, the inherent sexiness of being lovingly cared for, Podfic Available) might like For Once in My Life; It's a sequel to a longer fic (also great!) where wangxian are dance partners on a reality show, but this part is mostly about them practising a dance together at home, so it could fit the request.

Just Ask Me To Stay by mrcformoso (M, 21k, wangxian, Former JZn/WWX, Minor LXC/NMJ, Minor JYL/JZX, Modern, Dancer WWX, Musician LWJ, Roommates, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Recovery, Family, Realizing Your Best Friend is the Love of Your Life, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, And LWJ is not having it, Sex as Self Worth Reaffirmation, Fluff, Light Angst, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Domestic Fluff, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Size Queen WWX, Belly Bulge, Porn With Plot, WWX Has Friends, LWJ Has Friends, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Comedy, Cute, Feel-good) WWX is a dancer and he dances on good days and LWJ dances with him.

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13. for the next ITMF,

a) (wangxian's or any) future child/ren time travel in the past

b) boashan sanren is present/involved in the storyline (like she went down her mountain, being with wwx, or any)

c) secretly married wangxian (pref. modern)

thankyouuuuuu!!!

13A)

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JL & JZX, LJY & LSZ, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) link in #5 Also works for this request as LSZ time travels

Baby Of Mine by pupeez4eva (G, 3k, wangxian, time travel, humor, canon divergence, everyone lives, gusu school days, family)

Ardent Desires by crestre (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, A/B/O, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Mpreg, Fix-It of Sorts)

13B)

Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 39k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR’s disciple) WWX is BSSR's disciple

Can't Tell Me Nothin by natacup82 (T, 35k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Family Feels, Communication, BAMF Women)

Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

13C)

Love Me Just A Little by mostlynonsense (travelingpsycho) (T, 16k, WangXian, Modern, Family Feels, Fake Dating (But Married), Happy Ending, Established Relationship)

Me and my husband (we are doing better) by like_a_bird_that_flew (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Yanli's POV, Fluff, Coming Out, Family Feels, Light Angst, Attempt at Humor, Established Relationship, Unresolved Emotional Tension, It's mostly super fluffy though dw, Family, Romance) secret marriage

Here everyone knows you're the way to my heart by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coming Out, Angst and Humor, Mostly chill though, Family Feels, POV Alternating, Established Relationship) secret relationship (not married yet)

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14. Hello, would you be a dear and suggest me some fics? I'm in the mood for fics where there's little wwx and little lwj, but especially little wwx being adorably cute and getting a lot of love. Even more lovelier if little lwj got interested in little wwx early on. Basically I want kiddos wwx & lwj. Thank you very much and have a nice day, dearest.

Noodle-Xian and Fluff-Ji Series by meyari (G, 10k, WangXian, JFM/YZY, Kid Fic, Shifter, Fluff, Dragon WWX, Bunny LWJ, bunny lwj, Shifter AU, dragon wwx, Discussion of Serious Injury, discussion of curses) Also very fluffy (literally and figuratively) with animal transformation

#FreePalestine | a birthday treat! by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (G, 7k, wangxian, Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Different First Meeting, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, WWX's Birthday, Birthday Fluff, Friendship, Childhood Friends, Street Kid WWX, i wish there was a tag for fluffy angst:, you'll want to laugh and squeal through the tears at the same time, i would give the entire world for little a-ying i swear it, LWJ was born ready to care for and feed and nurture and love WWX)

a hop, skip, and a jump to you by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (G, 6k, wangxian, Magic AU, Witches, Shapeshifting, Rabbit LWJ, Rabbit WWX, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Just two bunny boys growing and learning together and being just so gosh darn cute, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

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15. I’m in the mood for a fic with a Wangxian marriage gone wrong. Like Wangxian is perfectly happy but the cultivation world is not and try to kill them about it. @apparently-i-am-an-adult

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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16. Hello and thank you as always to the incredible mods and hive mind community of Wangxian Fic Finder! I've got an ITMF request:

With Wei Wuxian being the undeniable powerhouse of the Sunshot Campaign, it makes sense that Wen Ruohan would make an effort to take him off the board, one way or another. ITMF fics where Wei Wuxian is targeted by the Wens during Sunshot: he's lured into a trap on the battlefield, targeted by an assassin in camp, an attempted kidnapping, whatever. (No Jiang sibling bashing please). Excited for the recommendations! @flamingwell

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17. hiii! itmf for possessive lan wangji? thank you!

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 70 k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX) link in #5 Also works for this as LWJ is about as possessive as you can get

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 712k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) LWJ is pretty possessive in this

That Time Wei Wuxian Fell In Love With His First Officer And Didn't Even Realize by seungchxn (E, 9k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Captain WWX, First Officer LWJ, Vulcan Mind Melds, Vulcan Kisses, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Hand & Finger Kink, Alien Biology, Mind Meld, Mutual Pining, First Time, First Kiss, Falling In Love, True Love, Soulmates, Accidental Marriage, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Oblivious WWX, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX is Bad at Feelings, Possessive LWJ, LWJ is Whipped, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, The Inherent Eroticism of Holding Hands)

Teacher's Pet by anobtra by (animeobsessedtrash) (E, 43k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Age Difference, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Degradation, mild stalking, thigh riding, WWX Talks Dirty, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Coming Untouched, Orgasm Delay/Denial, LWJ is a Brat, Consent is Sexy, Begging, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Consensual Sex, Rough Sex, Dry Humping, everyone is of-age, Barebacking, Possessive Behavior ,Porn With Plot, Jerk Off Instructions, Service Top WWX, just a lil bit Protective LWJ, Pining LWJ, Light Humiliation, Possessive WWX, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Possessive LWJ, Intercrural Sex) pls mind tags!

Howling for You by Runningbarefoot (E, 8k, WangXian, Fluff and Smut, dragon lwj, fox wwx, Possessive LWJ, Dom/sub Undertones, Fantasy, Biting, Anal Sex, horny wangxian, not really explicit I'm just playing it safe, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, kidnapped WWX, Happy Ending, Attempt at Humor, Twitter threadfic, Porn With Plot, dramatic declarations of love, shameless wwx, Light-Hearted)

These Mortal Treasures by ChilianXianzi (T, 9k, WangXian, Fantasy, Canon Divergence, Dragon LWJ, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Possessive LWJ, Domestic Fluff, implied eggpreg, Dragonji's hoard is 1 (one) weiying, The Cultivation World's canonical fuckery, eggyuan!, Gift Giving)

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[amkalus]

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Figured I'd introduce myself properly to this wonderful community! I am Ann (26). Primarily interested in exploring archetypes, symbols, and fairy tale elements plot-wise, as well as physical and mental health issues character-wise. I write fantasy and science fiction (and occasionally historical fiction).

About me:

Majored in Psychology and English with Creative Writing (English is my second language)

Writing is basically my lifeline, I get depressed if I don't do it

Infatuated with myths, legends, folklore—and history

Questionably obsessed with the mad genius trope [I blame Victor Frankenstein, Sherlock Holmes, and Gregory House for this]

In love with the sea and all things age of sail [I went for a swim during a black-clouded thunderstorm on a cold September afternoon once, that's how down bad I am]

Can't write a short story to save my life [you shall only find novels beyond this gate, traveler]

My WIPs:

Oh boy, I've got a lot of them, but I'll share the main ones briefly. [bonus, emojis for vibes lol]

The Sea Whisperer (finished, 122k words) 🌊⚓🌩️

Already have a post about this YA adventure fantasy (seek #The Sea Whisperer) and planning to add some more, but here's the premise once more:

The fishing village of Galacair has been the only home Earwyn’s ever known. Between the mysterious illness that plagues her and the villagers who consider her cursed, surviving gets harder with each dreary day. But there are whispers coming from the sea which ceaselessly beckon her, and an ominous vision of a calamity that haunts her dreams. Earwyn fears they could be a part of her illness too, and that madness has befallen her. The only one who seems to know something about it is Galacair’s lighthouse keeper, whose tower is as strange and remote as he is.

Wrote this story because I wanted to bring some awareness to PCOS syndrome and the difficulties of living with it. But also because of my aforementioned love for the sea, including tall ships, shanties, and magic.

I've been querying for this one for 6 months with no success. Likely to undergo new revisions/editing.

The King's Steward/The King's Embroiderer 🗡️❄️🔥

A loose retelling of a quite obscure Nenets fairy tale called Kotura, Lord of the Winds with a Skyrim-esque Scandinavian-inspired medieval setting. A sort of fire vs ice battle going on. Definitely in the YA range. Very likely to be a duology!

Aira Alderkvist knows she's destined to become the kingdom's best and most beloved embroiderer, in the court of the king. She met him once when she was a child, alone by the snow-clad woods, and no one believed her. But she will finally prove her skill and that her story was true at the upcoming obeisance.

In the capital city of Vallholm, Sorena Froradottir prepares to abandon her post as a steward imposed on her against her will, and flee. However, on the night of the king's obeisance where noblemen and commoners gather, jarl Ravnan Jarnsen unexpectedly usurps the throne. Sorena must decide between deserting the kingdom in the hands of a tyrant rumored to be using forbidden fire magic... or leave, and find a new life unburdened and free.

So far I have 18k words written on this and a detailed plan chapter by chapter, which I will hopefully stick to (doubtful).

To All the Royal Subjects in the Land (working title because this is too long and cringe?) (recently renamed The Cursed Prince)🍁🕸️🎭

This is basically a dream project for me, for I have always dreamed of writing fantasy comedy. Only, I played myself cause medieval-based comedy is hard as hell? Honestly, though, I absolutely love wracking my brain with it. You can't be a writer without being at least a little masochistic, I think.

This is an NA/Adult fantasy rom-com [Mrs Maisel meets Beauty and the Beast], and a gender-bent version of the Russian fairy tale The Princess Who Never Smiled, in which a clever traveling jestress who values her freedom above all faces a joyless Prince.

Soon after entering a kingdom where joy and laughter are forbidden, Sarai realizes she'll be forced to break a foul spell if she wants to leave. And she grudgingly agrees. But it promises to be no easy task when this withering kingdom is caught in endless autumn, the Prince's odd, mist-veiled castle seems to be crumbling each day, and his knights are ever-so eerily quiet.

Will likely share more about what this story features in other posts! This is currently sitting at 22.5k words.

Sentinel Chronicles Series 🚀🌌✨

This one is probably closest to my heart. My first project ever [started writing this series 7 years ago], and have a detailed plan for 5 books in total, with more spin-offs for a side character very likely to appear later.

The first book [Transcendence] is finished at 96k words, and the second is written halfway. Transcendence is Star Trek meets House MD adult science fiction. It's a space adventure with aspects of science mixed with philosophical elements and a dash of humor. I have a very found-family-centered theme here with the crew. And a (very) slow-burn romance that would spread over the 5 books.

The story follows eccentric science genius Ashton Axolem as he attempts to take on scientific issues beyond his understanding with the help of Doctor Amelia Harper, who, like everyone else, is convinced mixing madness with science will never result in anything good. But her close encounter with Axolem leaves her questioning her understanding of both madness and goodness.

Will probably be blogging a lot about this one because I've had years to form it in my mind lol

Thanks for reading, that was a bit long! Hopefully, I set up some sort of tag system for all those WIPs soon.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Thank you so much @mppmaraudergirl and @missgryffin for the tags - I am in awe of your beautiful writing projects!!

Sadly work has been AWFULLY BUSY as has personal life (but: due to SIGNIFICANTLY IMPROVE at home this summer AND possibly at work from next week TL;DR hurray more writing time soon!) so… very little writing happening in past few months.

If things improve, then what I’m hoping to work on is my one WIP and these ideas which could become WIPs if there is interest:

1. BLAME

A Marauders What If...?

What if James had been blamed for the Prank?What if he got expelled at the end of Fifth Year?What if there was never a Lily Evans and James Potter? If they parted enemies, if they never got together in their final year in Hogwarts? What if the marauders lost James? What then?

It’s currently been stuck at chapter 6 for months…

2. One Day Jily AU

Okay, the Netflix series was brilliant. And while I usually absolutely do NOT see James as similar to Dex in personality, I’m tempted….

3. Fairytale AU (Jily & Wolfstar)

🧚 Lily Evans lives with her wicked step-sister and wishes she could do normal things girls her age want to do, like go to the ball, have a life, have a fairy godmother etc…

🧚 Everyone thinks Prince James Charming Potter has the best life ever. They seem to have forgotten he was cursed by a wicked witch as a baby and is due to be die in a few weeks (something involving a needle or a spindle thingymajig? Sounds a bit made up tbh). His parents think it’s balderdash, are refusing to believe this, and are determined to throw a giant ball in his honour…

🧚 His friend Prince Sirius is trying to run away from his wicked step-father and his weirdo obsession with him being the Fairest of Them All. He’s thinking that a permanent visit to Prince James is the answer to his problems…

🧚 Lily’s friend Remus has been cursed by a wicked werewolf. He now looks like a beast. It’s complicated…

What happens when they all meet at the Grand Ball???? 🤷‍♀️

Tagging anyone who is interested and @theresthesnitch @squintclover @artemisia-black @tracingpatternswrites @engie-ivy @greyeyedmonster-18 @enbysiriusblack if any of you want to…

[oh-no-another-idea]

🌹 ? :) - @livums

Thanks so much for the ask, @livums! <3 Here's some Bent Nails for you!

Truck guy was wearing canvas pants spattered with paint and a sleeveless t-shirt that let his tanned muscular arms be free to the elements. There was sawdust in his hair, like fairy glitter. “Hi,” Sutton said, seizing control of the situation again. “I got permission. Obviously.” “Hi,” the guy said, but he was still looking at Michael. Sutton couldn’t really blame him, unfortunately.

1 🌹 = 1 snippet from a random WIP!

[lunar-years]

ok happy wip wednesday everyone xxx I had a burst of inspiration today and now my unnamed rjk friends with benefits fic is at 22k words which means I'm giving you an extra-long sneak peak :)

Please enjoy this little snippety snippet:

The breakdown that had been building all day finally came once he sat down in his driver’s seat and realized, promptly, that he didn’t feel capable of putting the car into gear. Beyond that, driving home felt like a herculean effort, and once he got there he wouldn’t be able to turn on the telly, because it was still set to Sky Sports from the night before, and all the pundits were going to be talking about were him. He couldn’t log on to his socials, either, because the fans were all going to be talking about him, and not in the good way, and besides that he didn’t want to look at his mobile because his dad might’ve called, or might not’ve called, and Jamie didn’t even know which one was worse one way or the other anymore. He was out now for the next three matches. That were bad enough as it was. Add in that Roy might not even talk to him now, might go back to that terrible time when he'd refused to coach Jamie directly and make Nate or Beard do it instead, and things were a rightful misery. Jamie didn’t have any idea how to make it up to him. Roy being so adamant about not mixing work with whatever else they got up to, even his best apology blowjob wasn’t likely to suffice. He wondered, too tired to feel all that desperate about it, if this was the end of all of that, too. Roy probably wouldn’t want to fuck him again after such a display, and Jamie could hardly blame him. He shouldn’t feel such grief over it, honestly. Jamie had known from the beginning the sex was temporary. Just a bit of fun. And now he’d gone and botched even that, which was probably always something that was bound to happen, given that it was him. But just as well, there it was. It had happened now, and Jamie didn’t feel resigned to it like he was supposed to, he felt…hollow. Hurt.  That was his own fucking fault, too.  It was too much to think about. More than anything, he wanted to shut off his brain for even an hour. As that weren’t an option, he settled for the next best thing—hitting the steering wheel so hard it made his hand throb and then bursting promptly into tears about it, right there in the Richmond car park.  //

He didn’t know how long he sat there pathetically crying, but eventually there was a gentle knock on the window. Keeley. Jamie blinked twice just to confirm it was really her and not a hallucination, like them people who got stuck in the desert and then imagined springs of water just because they were so desperate for it. She smiled at him kindly through the window, looking solid enough, and then tapped it again with her finger and gestured for him to roll it down.  “What are you still doing here?” he asked as soon as he’d done so, swiping at his face and trying not to be deeply embarrassed at her finding him in such a state. Usually Keeley disappeared with Rebecca immediately after their matches, off for cocktails and gossip or whatever it was the two of them got up to. He'd never expected her to show up. Now, Keeley stared at him with big, soft eyes that made Jamie want immediately to start crying again. She didn’t answer him immediately. “Oh babe,” she whispered instead, bringing a handkerchief up to his face and swiping lightly at this cheeks. “Care if I join you?” Jamie nodded, flipping the lock. Keeley walked around the boot and rematerialized in the passenger side, immediately pulling him towards her over the centre console and stroking through his hair before he could even process it was happening, like she was his guardian fairy, or whatever.  Ridiculously, Jamie’s brain chose then to remember the time she’d called his car pavlovian. Couldn’t be in here without wanting to jump his bones. Well Keels, he thought, letting out a clipped laugh that sounded more like a choke and made Keeley's grip in his hair tighten, look how far we’ve come. There was decidedly nothing sexy about him getting snot all over her Richmond windbreaker as he sobbed into her shoulder, sometimes letting out that hysterical, barked laugh. He couldn't stop. Keeley's hair was frizzy-soft today, the ends tickling his neck where her ponytail draped over him, and the edge of the console was pressing into his side unpleasantly, but he didn’t want to move, either. He didn’t want her to go away.  “I was worried about you when you didn’t answer my six messages, love,” Keeley said softly, pressing her lips against his hairline. 

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 2

Masterlist | Chapter 1 |-| Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14

Summary: Arriving for her training, Diana finds herself buckling under the pressure of being the only woman in the SAS.

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, eventual Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Mild injury description, language, brief mentions of violence/gore, mentions of violence towards animals

Word Count: 3k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl

A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while! Writer's block is a bitch, but I can't fully blame it because I stopped working on all my wips to binge The Terror. it was. a problem. Nevertheless! Hope you enjoy <3

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The air in the camp was sweltering, unbearably dry, so much so that simply breathing it in seemed to purge the body of its moisture and leave a coarse pain in the throat. Sunglasses had shielded Diana's face from the sharp flecks of sand churned up by the front wheels of the car as Paddy pulled into the training ground, the engine whirring to a stop and suddenly falling silent. She was aware of how ridiculous she must have appeared, with her expensive car and fashionable clothes, a stark contrast to the crowds of uniformed men that surrounded them. But it was of little consequence. All her life she had found her own home filled with army men of a much higher calibre than these, and all her life they had looked at her as something 'other', something entirely separate from themselves. She was used to being seen as an oddity, because she was one.

Stirling was sheltered beneath a nearby gazebo, seated at a desk piled high with files, watching the man stood before him with a half-bored expression. Diana made a beeline for the place, ignoring the lingering stares of the men she passed. The soldier standing before him held his shoulders back, saluting respectfully, his voice tinny and polite, his moustache neatly trimmed, hair combed beneath his hat.

"Has my shit arrived?" She asked, sauntering into the tent and coming to stand just behind David, peering over his shoulder at the file in his hands before frowning at the wannabe candidate as he stammered to regain his train of thought, startled by her interruption.

"Your tent's over there with your belongings," Stirling gestured to the edge of the camp, neglecting to look up at her but clearly glad for the interruption. "Your butler caused quite a stir when he showed up - I didn't know you could drive a Bentley in the desert."

"Well I wouldn't exactly call it a good idea," Diana shrugged, turning away to head over to her tent. Just before she passed from under the gazebo and out into the sun, she swivelled on her heel, pointing once at the other soldier and then to David. "Oh, and... don't hire him."

Stirling's candidate frowned, opening his mouth to protest before swiftly rethinking it, clearly hesitant to speak dissent in front of his senior officer. Diana nodded, as if to say 'See?', and David let out a chuckle, gently dismissing the man, who turned away disappointedly.

Her tent was tiny, the ceiling too low to stand upright, but it seemed that was the cost of having a private space, tucked safely away from the others. The men shared with each other, camping in communal space under large canopies, but it didn't take a genius to understand why Diana was not allowed to sleep there. Her belongings had been piled neatly on the bed - a trunk of clothes and books, on top of which lay her trusty rifle, the very one she had practised with since the day she'd been big enough to hold it. The weapon felt like an extension of her arm when she held it in her hand, offering a macabre sort of comfort in such an unfamiliar place. Stirling had left for her the closest thing he could find to a woman's uniform, and she changed quickly into the khakis before slinging the rifle strap over her shoulder and re-emerging into the sunlight.

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The ground passed below in a blur, the jeep rocking slightly over the uneven terrain as they built up speed, running straight along the practice route they had gone back and forth along all morning, tossing men in various states of preparedness over its rear. Reg sat on the bench beside her, watching as one after another the other men in the car leapt off the back, some landing with far more success than others, the pair of them letting out a laugh whenever one rolled particularly badly, flailing limply in the sand - the type of failure that ensured they would not be around for much longer.

"Right," Paddy spoke, his voice raised above the roar of the engine. "You're up, milady."

"Git," Diana declared, both of them smirking as she stepped up to the edge, peering down at the cloud of dust kicked up by the speed of the wheels. She only had a moment now to figure it out, only one chance to get it right. Thinking back to every man she'd seen jump, she considered what they had done wrong, and what had prevented them from making fools of themselves.

She would not make a fool of herself. It was not even a question, not a possibility she could entertain. One slip-up would be as much proof as any of these men needed to send her away - to prove any doubts they had right. Bending her knees, Diana pushed herself away, raising her arms to protect her head as she launched into a roll. Colliding with the ground at such a speed was sure to leave a bruise, even in the sand, but she did it - the landing was good, the roll was good, she couldn't hear them laughing at her as the car advanced further away. But as Diana peeled her arms away from her head, one of the back wheels kicked up a small stone, sending it flying straight for her. She felt a sharp jab of pain as it hit, piercing the skin of her forehead, a steady stream of blood already running down towards her eye by the time she had lifted herself to her feet. Raising a hand to the wound, she hissed in pain as her fingertips came away red - it was small, but deep. Painful.

Back in her tent, she sat cross-legged on the ground, peering at the compact mirror she had propped up in front of her, attempting to angle her head enough that she could see the wound in such a small glass. Bandage in one hand, Diana tried her best to lift her hair out of the way with the other, but it was rapidly becoming evident that this was a job best suited to three hands, and with each failed attempt she grew more and more irritated, sighing and cursing under her breath.

"You need a hand there?" A man's voice came, his accent so thick it took her a moment to fathom what had been said. Looking up, she recognised the man - he had sat opposite her in the back of the jeep less than an hour ago, but in that time she had entirely forgotten his name. The realisation caused a swell of guilt at his kindness.

"Uh-" Diana had been about to refuse him in some futile attempt to prove her competency, but it occurred to her that if she failed in this task one more time she might have gone insane. "... Yes. Thanks."

He nodded, smiling slightly as he came forward, crouching down to her level. She lifted her hair away from her forehead, exposing the wound to the sting of the air as she surrendered the dressing to him. "Oof," He huffed, raising a hand to wipe away some of the blood. His thumb was calloused and rough but gentle as he touched her, careful not to cause any pain as he cleaned the wound. "There. Not as bad as it looks." Once he had pressed the bandage down securely, a pleased smile creasing his cheeks, dirty from rolling in the dirt.

"Thank you, uh-?"

"Dave Kershaw," He nodded. "Next time you need help, just ask, yeah?"

Although everything about his exterior seemed coarse - from his voice to his crooked, doggish grin - there was something warm to this man, a friendliness that she found herself trusting immediately.

"I know," Diana admitted. "It's just..."

"You think you've got summin' to prove, eh?" Kershaw shot her a knowing glance, pushing himself up off his knees.

She sighed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "If I'm as good as them - their true equal - they'll still see me as less, no matter what. The only way I can get the respect of people like this is if I'm better and stronger in everything, and I'm-... I'm scared that if the wrong people think I'm weak, they'll send me away."

He frowned, arms crossed tightly across his chest, head shaking side to side slightly. "You'll be alright. These fellas aren't like that. Well - some of them are, but those ones are pussy enough to beat in a fight."

Diana let out a laugh, the sound of which made Kershaw smile. "Oh, yes, that will definitely help." She grinned, accepting Dave's hand as he helped pull her to her feet.

"Well, y'know," He shrugged. "Never met a cunt that hasn't been stopped by a broken nose."

"I look forward to testing the theory," Dusting sand off of their trousers, they emerged from the tent, squinting in the sunlight. Diana had grown up beneath the scorching Egyptian sun, but somehow every aspect of the environment seemed amplified to the extreme in the desert, so much so that even she was not quite used to it yet. Across camp, those of the men that had survived Paddy's training were gathered together to eat, talking and laughing noisily as the food was dished out between them. The idea of joining them became suddenly daunting, the chance of any one of them taking issue with Diana's presence a very real prospect. She hesitated for a moment, her heel digging into the sand.

"They can smell fear," Kershaw leant down, whispering in her ear, teasing in an attempt to alleviate her anxiety.

"Shut up," Diana chuckled, thumping him in the shoulder with her fist. He grinned, swaying to the side before correcting himself, and strolled over to the others with a cheery whoop.

Accompanying her new friend, they sat down on opposite sides of the long wooden table, slipping seamlessly into the conversation as McGonigal handed her a plate of food with a smile. "-and I swear to fucking God, you could see halfway to the fucker's brain, it was brutal," Seekings explained, jabbing at his food as a startlingly young looking blonde boy laughed along.

"What are you on about?" Diana asked, mouth half full of food.

"Best scraps. Reg here's telling us about his boxing days," Eoin explained. "- Although, as I keep saying, if you wanna see real boxing, you should see Paddy."

"Aw, we've reached the dick-measuring contest part of the afternoon already, have we?"

Reg put his hands up as some of the other men laughed. "Look, if we wanna go there, we'll go there, just not with ladies present, alright?"

She scoffed, flicking her spoon as a few beans splattered against Seeking's shirt, the table erupting with laughter at his offended expression, and Diana yelped as he returned fire, a blob of particularly runny mashed potatoes colliding with her cheek. She had never met military men like these - so at ease with one another, so rowdy and rough around the edges. Her life had been spent brushing shoulders with the higher-ups, with generals who would sooner look down their nose at her than shake her hand, but these men were different. There was a sense of comradery here with them, even when half of them couldn't even recall each other's names. This was where she wanted to be - a place she could feel at home in time, even as sweat poured down their brows and sand burrowed itself between their toes.

"If you're gonna get smart, what stories have you got, eh?" Seekings asked.

Diana raised a hand to wipe the potatoes from her face, shaking her head. "Oh, no - I don't have anything like that."

"We'll take anything, as long as it's not another damn bar fight," An American man noted, his friend fighting to suppress a smirk.

She hummed, taking a moment to think as she scraped the last of her food off of her plate. "Ok. So, once when I was younger, I went with my father and his friends to hunt Nile crocodiles, which - look, I know it sounds bad, and it was, I was thirteen and stupid, I just wanted to watch - but we went down to the river, right? My father and his friends and their guides had all gathered around this one bit of riverbank, because they were sure that was where they could catch one - I mean, you've just got this group of English toffs with rifles in the middle of the desert, they've all got fucking horses of all things, and they're absolutely drenched with sweat - anyone who knew what they were doing could have told you, they did not know what they were doing," A scatter of chuckles rippled through the men at the table, the group falling quiet to listen to the story.

"-But anyway. I'm on my horse further down the river where the bank is high, because no one thinks it's dangerous, and I've got with me another horse without a rider - I don't remember why. But they're all in the shallow part of the river, because that's where they think the crocodiles will be, but just as I'm sitting there, one of them comes bursting out of the water - it comes up the bank so fast I barely notice it, until it takes a bit of the other horse's leg, and the thing is kicking and screaming and it gets dragged into the river, and everyone's shouting and I almost got knocked off my own horse in the panic, but- ...Yeah. It was so close, it was like I could feel the air move next to me when it took that horse down, it was nuts."

It was quiet for a moment, the men taking a pause to process what they had just heard. "Sorry-" Kershaw said, frowning in disbelief. "You were how old when this happened?"

"Thirteen," Diana spoke nonchalantly, slowly noticing the looks of astonishment and concern on the faces of those around her.

"Fucking hell," Reg exclaimed. "Yeah, that was... That was better than my bar fight story."

"Most stories are," The American pointed out.

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As the SAS's training continued, Diana came to discover that many of the others had intriguing stories of their own, ranging from tragic to downright ridiculous, and for those among them who most enjoyed talking about themselves, it became a regular occurrence for the group to gather of an evening and tell tales about where they had come from and the people they had known. She learned about Almonds' son, Kerhsaw's slew of past girlfriends, and one night Stirling even told her about his brief foray as a mountain climber. They were, slowly but surely, becoming a unit, and each gruelling day of training only seemed to bring them closer.

Diana lay on her back somewhere out in the desert, eyes closed against the relentless afternoon sun, some twenty miles into a seemingly endless march, an untouched canteen carrying only an inch or so of water strapped to her belt. There was a rock digging painfully into her spine, but its presence paled against the agony that filled the rest of her body. Her knees felt as though they were filled with broken glass, so exhausted they were from countless treks up sand dunes and rocky slopes, and the soles of her feet hurt so severely she almost worried that if she were to remove her socks, the entire first layer of skin would rub off with them. She was sweating through every inch of her uniform, sprawled on the ground as if already unconscious, her fellow men sat in fatigued silence a few feet to her left.

"Right, come on," Almonds grunted, pushing himself to his feet. Diana did not respond for a moment, eyes screwed tightly shut, until she became suddenly aware of his shadow, blotting out the sun and casting darkness over her face.

"Ah, thank you," She sighed. "Just... stay there for a moment, will you?"

"Come on," He bent down, seizing her wrists and tugging her upright. "Ten more miles, let's go."

"You should leave me here to die. Let the vultures feed on my corpse."

"There are no vultures."

Diana tentatively opened one eye, peering up at the sky. Almonds was correct. There was not, in fact, a single living thing visible in any direction. "... Fuck."

"Besides, you don't want to die before you get to kill your first Nazi," Jim pointed out.

She considered this for a moment. "Alright," Relenting, she pulled herself to her feet, groaning loudly at the pain in her legs as Almonds helped her up, similar utterances of discomfort rippling through the group as they all rose one by one.

Seekings seemed particularly incensed by the situation, grumbling and muttering to himself as they continued their trek, the sun leaving bright red marks across his cheeks and forehead that would inevitably itch and peel come nightfall. "Fucking walking," He fumed to himself, inaudible to everyone against the desert wind, save for Diana, who walked beside him. "When the fuck will we ever have to walk thirty miles at once?"

"I'm sure you'd rather get some practice now than die tragically in the middle of the desert in a couple weeks," She pointed out, expression contorting as she stretched out the stiffness in her shoulders.

"Tell me the story again," He requested, breathless as he hauled himself up another hill, pressing down on his knees with his palms in an attempt to propel himself forward. "The crocodile one."

Diana shook her head, strands of sweat-soaked hair sticking to her face as she did so. "Nah. You make it back to camp alive and I'll tell you a better one."

Reg shot her a glare, but considered her offer all the same. With a heaving sigh, he relented. "Alright. Deal."

She nodded, giving the man an encouraging nudge on the shoulder. As he batted her away, she let out a chuckle, and began the task of coming up with a convincing enough lie to tell him upon their return.

[curewhimsy]

funny resonate bios (WIP)

Amelie Sugar

Gender: Magical girl 💖

Amount of brain cells: 1 to 5 depending on how much sugar she’s had 🍮

She’s the pinkest sparkle fairy on the planet. And if you don’t pink so, then pink again. She’s animated and expressive and has huge pink magical girl energy. 🌸

Yuki Aizaki

Gender: Ikemen but a woman so an ikewoman I guess

Amount of brain cells: 0

She’s gloomy and unfortunate. She’s the type of person who orders the Sad Meal at McDonalds and goes to the cemetery for a relaxing vacation.   😢

Joy Smiley

Gender: Clown 🤡

Amount of brain cells: -50 with a cherry on top

She’s a clown idol with a PhD in Garfield: Lasagna World Tour and various degrees in tomfoolery and clownery.

Yume Yozora

Gender: No

Amount of brain cells: 404 (not found)

A goth gamer girl whose words drip with sarcasm. She’s also an alien robot from outer space who rebelled against her dystopian creators. Rock on you funky little alien! 👽🤖

Lanyue Fei

Gender: Gentleman

Amount of brain cells: roughly 20

He’s bi, he’s shy, he’s ready to cry. He has blue hair, and wears a blue tie, but he’s not Hatsune Miku. This classy, sometimes sassy little gentlemanlet is usually a soft-spoken sensitive soul. But when he’s with Juhong, he starts yelling and throwing (his expensively gloved) hands. He is a dramatically dapper dandy dude who wears a fancy tailcoat and is never seen without a monocle and one of those pocket watch things. 🧐

Juhong Cha

Gender: Tumblr Sexyman

Amount of brain cells: -999,999,999

One time he microwaved a Nintendo DS because his Pokémon was frozen during battle and wouldn’t thaw. He also burnt down an orphanage but he doesn’t like to talk about that. Juhong secretly has intensely burning romantic feelings for Lanyue and his dream is to dramatically propose to him with a giant chicken nugget in the middle of his favorite Chuck E. Cheese.

Rhona Hydra

Gender: Fish 🐟

Amount of brain cells: 100 but only when she’s underwater

She can taste the differences in bottled water brands. Rumor has it that she writes erotic poetry about bodies of water. She might have some sort of fetish there. 🌊

Luana Kai

Gender: Pirate

Amount of brain cells: -800

She once swallowed a rusty nail on a dare without any liquid to push it down. She ended up needing surgery. That’s how she got the scar on her abdomen but she lies and tells everyone she got it from wrestling a bear shark. Even though this isn’t true, there is something she fears far more than bear sharks: Her own emotions. 🌈

Nagisa Onda

Gender: Cute (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Amount of brain cells: 69

She has a crush on Rhona-senpai. She is a girl who stepped straight out of a shoujo manga. ✨✨

Rie Hibiki

Gender: Yes

Amount of brain cells: negative infinity

She’s one of those Minecraft people. She likes to think she’s hardcore, but only thing hard about her is her skull. 💀

Sonata Coda

Gender: The Darkness ●

Amount of brain cells: 4 because it’s the scary number

She is the darkness, she is the edge. The hater of all things fun, she will banish you to the shadow realm if you suggest she’s a tsundere. 😠😡😠😡

Saga Bell

Gender: Himbo

Amount of brain cells: it is a mystery 👻

Cheesy boy who likes magical girl shows. He’s an absolute connoisseur of cheese. His favorite kinds of cheese are gouda, parmesan, and romantic comedies. He delivers power of friendship speeches that are so cheesy that the villains get upset stomachs from all the lactose. 🧀

Aya Hart

Gender: Gyaru

Amount of brain cells: 🍔

She’s the burger queen, which is like the dancing queen but tastier. 

Kiri Takamori

Gender: Furry

Amount of brain cells: Over 9000 🤯

Having the most brain cells can be an awful burden. 😔 She has a crush on Rie she doesn’t want to have. We don’t blame her. She’s also a furry or something. 😺

Chija Song

Gender: Chungus

Amount of brain cells: 789

She’s the owner of the yuri goggles. 🧍‍♀️❤️🧍‍♀️She ships Rhona and Nagisa. She also lives in a haunted mansion complete with monsters under the bed.

[pencilofawesomeness]

WIP Folder Ask Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

OKAY OKAY. Who wants to see my unholy stack of WIPs? Clearly several people, as I have been tagged by @bumblebeehug, @xfangheartx, and specifically called out by @phoenix-before-the-flame. (Love yall)

I don't have a neat folder, and I'm not going to include things I never plan on touching again or completed works or notes, but uh. I have things scattered about, of the WIP variety. Oh dear god. Save me.

MAIN WRITING FOLDER

(aka things that have their own doc, including docs that store a collection of wips like a matryoshka doll. Those will be astrisked)

—22 AUs* —BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO* —Breaking Chains Extra Stuff —Everything to me —Fairy Tail FMA AU —Febuwhump 2025* —FTRB22 Fantasy Space AU —HTRYDS Runaways —JJK Hurt/Comfort* —JJK MHA Crossover —JJK What the Storm Brings —Jujutsu Wonderland* —Natsu Whump Fic —Random Stuff* —Random Stuff 2* —Random Writing Tres* —Sic Semper Tyrannis —Tales of Valor —Those Who Defy Death —Under the Wing

and now for the scarier part.... The things I have inside documents. Note that there are completed things in some of these, or things I won't go back to, so I'm only listing WIPs.

DOC COLLECTIONS / SNIPPETS

22 AUs —Fullmetal Alchemist: My Hero Academia —Fairy Tail: H2O

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO —HIVES

Febuwhump 2025: —*each day's prompt and corresponding drabble, I ain't listing them all: those are the Fairy Tail ones I did the polls for —ORORON FIC: Used as Practice —TAPFU AU: Living Weapon

JJK Hurt/Comfort —Scars —The light turned red, and I ran it

Random Stuff 2 —SUPERGIRL: The Legion meets Mon-EL —SUPERGIRL: Mon-El and Elida —SUPERGIRL: Mon-El Returns / Visiting Clark —TALES OF VALOR: Imra and Mon-El Talk —TALES OF VALOR: Name Drabble —UMBRELLA ACADEMY: Batman Adopts the Hargreaves (Number 4) —FAIRY TAIL: HTTYD AU - Gajeel finds Natsu —FAIRY TAIL: HTTYD AU - Tiny Wendy —FAIRY TAIL: HTTYD AU - From the beginning, for real this time —SEVEN DEADLY SINS: Brother Talk —FAIRY TAIL / SEVEN DEADLY SINS: What it means to be human alive —GENSHIN IMPACT: Coffee and Candied Ajilenakh Nuts —TWISTED WONDERLAND: Trein and Leona —JUJUTSU KAISEN: My Gojo Manifesto | The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love

Random Writing Tres: —FAIRY TAIL: FMA AU Backstory Thingy —KINTSUGI: Ur Prequel Scene —TWISTED WONDERLAND: Leona and Malleus Snippet —JUJUTSU KAISEN: Within Infinity - Shoko —JUJUTSU KAISEN: The Sun Wonders of Us | Tsumiki Intro —JUJUTSU KAISEN: The Sun Wonders of Us | rip Gojo —JJK x MHA | MAY DEATH NEVER STOP YOU: Megumi AU —JJK THERE'S A PLACE FOR US: Aftermath Sequel

FINALLY, MY ART

(I'm actually pretty good at finishing things I start in a timely-ish manner so not many true WIPs. Mostly because I haven't made a doc yet for some of my ideas lmao.)

—Cover_DT —DragonFamBatfam —ExpressionSheet_Erik —HTRYDS_Expressions-and-Designs

There. That's most everything. Maybe. Some of those, particularly in the Random Writing Collections, are scenes of the same thing, potentially belonging to another document, but I just. Wrote the headers I have. For the sake of the game. So. Yeah.

Feel free to send in asks and bother me about WIPs. That's a good way to make me work on them lol.

I know this is a tag game but most of my usual suspects have been tagged, and I'm feeling nice, so I'm not going to willfully wish this on anybody. If you're brave enough to dig through your WIPs, feel free to pretend I tagged you and blame me for it. I support you fully o7

[the-ellia-west]

The first thing you need to know is that Life cannot stand Deathand blames him for everything and is constantly trying to one up him.

Death is just trying to do his job. Primo tired divorced dad energy. The Corporate afterlife WIPs are basically a scoreboard for the battle between Life and Death that only one of them is actually waging.

Hell's Belle: Death wins if a woman's soul (which has been sold to Lucifer) stays in hell (where she wants to be). Life wins if she can tell the girl she was actually a changeling and she can move to the fairy realm at any time.

The Infinite Library: Life and Death both win if the Librarian can find out why so many souls are resigning from the Library. They both lose if he can't.

The Bucket List: Death wins if a mortal can complete a magical bucket list that grants her immortality. Life wins if the mortal fails.

Reaper Academy: Death wins if his reapers in training do well. Life wins if she can make even one fail.

Elysia Everlasting: Death wins if a woman can be happy with her life choices. Life wins as long as the woman keeps hitting the redo button.

The Nursery for Lost Souls: Life wins when souls go unclaimed and she can reincarnate them. Death wins when the head caretaker can match lost souls with relatives already in the afterlife

The kidnapping of Lena Ivanovna: Life wins if she can keep the only soul Death has ever loved away from him. Death wins if Life is brought down once and for all.

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OMG

This has amazing Comedy potential and I LOVE it

I feel like Life and Death's banter in this WIP would be AMAZING and the platonic chemistry between all the characters is FANTASTIC

There's so many directions you can take this and so many are so gooooddd. This also has fantastic potential for romantic chemistry and the romance between death and Lena could be really cute.

But may I also propose: Badass power couple? (If you want Lena to be more feminine, you could have her be a mental manipulation badass)

Life and death always cross paths to shoot jabs at one another

But they also tolerate each other and know how to ignore each other's bullshit. Also we need to have 7000 jokes about Death not knowing what coffee is

And/or Death, knowing way too much about coffee

Lena could show him how to cook

Just general fluff

And some worldbuilding would be great!

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Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

i have way too many wips, so here are the top 5 that are most likely to see the light of day relatively soon(ish):

➜ jjk — illusion (itafushi); tnp: i (gojohime)

➜ cod — thtd: iii (ghost); unearth: v (keegan); pulse: iv (gaz)

illusion (megumi x yuji)

current status: 1.8k words written; expecting 1k+ more words completed

Megumi shook away the mental image of his wide-eyed, grim-faced classmate. Neither his thoughts nor fears were of consequence at present, and it was not as if he had time to spare on regretting the past. Itadori would need all the help he could get, and Megumi refused to be a bystander to his death. Not again.

‘til my pulse loses time: iv/v (gaz x medic f!reader)

current status: 200 words written; expecting 1.5-2k+ more words completed

As a medic, you could only do so much. Many factors that would ultimately decide whether a patient lived or died were simply beyond your sphere of influence. Stitching together sliced skin, surgically removing bullets from traumatized flesh, administering first aid in the field—all within your skill range. Hell, even resuscitating a still-warm, newly-dead body was possible on special occasions. But you were neither God nor Death, so you could neither breathe life into the corpse of a friend, nor could you hold a scalpel to the jugular of a foe. These mortal limitations weren’t to blame for the horrors that unfolded during the coming hours, however.

unearth without a name: v/v (keegan x brainwashed f!reader)

current status: 100 words written; expecting 2-2.5k+ more words

Two hundred seven. That was the number of days currently separating him from the moment he had last seen you.

the nightmare pact: i/v (gojo x utahime)

current status: 2.7k words written; expecting 3.5-4k more words

Too late to turn back now, she thought with a resigned sigh. Still, part of her almost wished she could. Rght when she was about to do just that, an aggravating voice pierced the air. “Don’t just stand there, Utahime, I can hear those old joints of yours cryin’ out from all the way back here!” For the second time that day, Gojo made her left eye twitch.

that human, that demon: iii (ghost x f!reader)

current status: 9.1k words written; expecting 2.5-5k+ more words

“Your wrist control’s shit, and you failed to pass guard four times.” Ghost’s tone was neutral, betrayed nothing, and his body didn’t so much as move an inch from where he’d been spectating the match. “I’m almost impressed.” A snort. “Haud yer wheesht.” “English, MacTavish.” “Y’sure know how to make a man feel special, eh, Lt.?” “Special? Might be time for a career change,” the lieutenant mused, his banter as dry as his. . . everything else. “No one’s special in our line o’ work, Johnny.”