#90 percent of my wips are for him

[topherwrites]

omg I HAVE to ask about 'tis the damn season and two slow dancers (last ones out) because those are two of my FAVORITE songs!!

also ik you already talked about the while you were sleeping au but i just wanna say that i am sooo excited for it bc it's one of my comfort movies and ive seen it like a billion times <3 i cant wait to see what you do with it

a mitski or taylor title will always slap.

So, 'tis the damn season is a brother's best friend fic. Jake grew up poor and his mother died when he was young, leaving him with his asshole of a father.

Reader's family is very rich, like owning oil fields in Texas rich. Jake and her brother, Ian, were on the same pewee football team as kids and quickly became inseparable, their house always a refuge for him, especially during the holidays.

Jake, after not being able to make it for the holidays for the past few years due to not being able to get time off or being deployed, is bullied by Ian to come. This year the reader's parents are renting a lodge for the entire extended family in a made up skiing town in Colorado.

The reader is spending the holidays single, she has a (ex?)boyfriend she's taking some time apart from after a failed proposal where she told him she 'had to think about it'.

There's been a low simmering tension betweeen them for a number of years, that with her being newly single and Jake being Jake begins to come to a boil. They keep getting just a brush away from kissing—until they finally do.

And then... her boyfriend shows up uninvited. She tries to pretend like nothing happened between her and Jake, which annoys the shit out of him.

And they have to navigate family and insecurites and wants and needs all under a deadline—both of you are flying back to opposite sides of the country on January first.

here's one snippet under the cut and the pinterest board:

“My aunts hit on you yet?” He clicks his tongue. “One out of four so far. Nights still young.” You shrug, throwing back the last swig in your glass, “Or maybe you're losing your touch.”

and here's another, because i'm super excited about this fic.

With your head settled comfortably in his lap, he inquires, “Where's that boyfriend of yours?” “Uh, not, here.” You're quiet for a moment, a pinch to your brow and your lip tucked between your teeth. Clearly uncomfortable, not necessarily by him asking the question but by the memory it recalls. You release it with a sigh, “He proposed.” There’s an odd stirring in his chest, “Oh?” His hand drifts, thumb driving into the muscles below your ear. You let out a soft sigh, eyelashes fluttering, your body comfortably settling at the touch. He assumes why you're sans boyfriend, “And you said no.” It’s sort of a surprise, you don't really seem like the kind of girl who would not know whether you wanted to marry someone after three years, you also don't seem like the kind of girl who turns down proposals. You'd say yes just to keep everyone happy, especially your parents. Your eyes drift back open, yet you don't make eye contact, “No, I said I had to think about it.” “And?” “And… I'm thinking about it.” You take a swig off the bottle, settling your head back down into his hold.  “The sex is bad,” you blurt. It sounds like something you've been mulling over for a long time, the words worn smooth in your head, but it also sounds like you're trying to shove them back in as they come out.

two slow dancers (last ones out) is a second chance romance. The reader has finally filed for divorce from Jake after being estranged for three years because he reenlisted without telling her.

here's a snippet from a very rough draft:

With his hands bunched in the back of your shirt, he tugs, creating breathing room.  “I dont want to fuck you in the driveway.” He also doesn’t really want to fuck you in the shitbox place he’s renting. He wants to fuck you in your house, in your bed. He wants the things you shared to be the both of yours again. He's almost entirely sure that's never going to happen, he's fucked this beyond repair, so he’s smart enough to take what you offer him. You nod. He slides out of the car, a hand on your back and under your ass to steady you. He tosses you over his shoulder, hopping up the steps, carrying you to the door. Leaving one hand hooked over your thighs to keep you steady, he unlocks the front door, his other hand shakes as he fits the key into the lock. An image, now made bitter, of him doing the very same when you bought that big blue house together flashes through both of your minds. So many years younger then, so many older now. He feels ill, and can imagine you feel the same. You smack his back, your voice losing any playful or heady quality, “Put me down.”

thank you for the ask and your kind words!!

[faerunsbest]

The affair please, for WIP tag. 🙏

OMG YOU DONT KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM ABOUT THIS ONE!

you ever been so excite dto do something youre scared to get started? cause i have the doc sitting there but just JDGHFVJADHSGFAJVSDH!?

but anyway here the vibe i got

the refugees forgive zevlor because someone starts raggin on him but rolans just ''you know he was enthralled right?" so weirdly rolan is the 1stone to actually formally forgive him. okay? okay! now we can have all the tieflings available to zev

anyway so zevlor works at the open hand like in 90 percent of my fics with him and he happens to notice they have a frequent visitor. a charming woman whose always there either by herself or with her small child collecting a food box. he always offers to help her home, so they have time to chat hes aware that shes married but its only friendly chats right?

right!?

the longer he spend with her the more he begins to nice things not adding up, she has a husband but never any food? she has a husband but is always hurt? she has a husband but her children dont seem to call anyone dad or daddy or anything. she has a husband but shes perpetually trying to scrape together rent money.

one day zevlor gets to meet the guy. sees him walking out of the caress, hes immediately furious. when the man walks into a direction the he knows isnt home he decides to follow him. the man gambles away all his money and finds another person to bed.

not sure what to do zevlor leaves, he wants to confront him but... is that his place?

he bolts across town to the only people who might have direction for him. he immediately confide sin bex and danis, he isnt sure what his place is in this if he even has but he knows he need to do SOMETHING! so bex advised him to see what she would like to do, so that she isnt caught off guard by whatever may come from confronting him.

he finally goes to tell and on his way over he sees the husband leaving, when he gets to the house he sees the door open and and holding her face. that man slapped her!

as angry as he wants to be he firstly want to help so he does, he runs off and come back with balms to help her and feels horrid but tells her what he saw. she looks at him so pitifully. she already knew, but she seems to believe its just life, wives aren't meant to be happy. not poor wives, like her. shes miserable and down on herself.

he makes a point of trying to make her feel better tell she deserves better. so now he makes a point of visiting and helping her since she really has no one. hes stayed later than intended,

its raining terribly, theres no fire and all but one of her blankets are bundled around her kid. the first moment is poor timing, he turns to look at her as she turns up to him and its a kiss, they pull away but ...she is terribly cold.

he cant help it he leans over to kiss her again, she melts against him and in the morning he knows hes done something awful.

but...

[nugatorysheep]

uwu can i get the deets about uhhhh,,,

Tower of boys.clip

this was supposed to be shoes idk what happened.png

ML Stevonnie.clip?? >:3c

Tower of Boys is exactly what it sounds like; the main WTL goobers stacked on top of each other

I should really finish this since it's so close to just being done lol I just tend to drag my feet with line art

The shoes wip was me trying to get some Connverse juices flowing but quickly devolved into shitposts because of course it did.... a lot of the sketches on that file have been cleaned up since. The one of Leo and younger Druid got put onto a different file named "munchmunch". I wondered why it was called that until I un-hid the other layers and quickly realized i could not show the rest of the sketches on it publicly XD

ML Stevonnie is an interesting one, it's SUPER old (which is why it still has Von Von on it and not Willow lol)

Cooky helped with their design and I like it way more than my initial conception so like 90 percent of it will stay, but I wanna tweak some things before finalizing it.

Part of what makes a Druid / Sweetheart fusion so difficult is that Stevonnie is androgynous but very feminine leaning and Druid's beard is unquestionable masculine to most people- (Karma get's plenty of he/him despite not using those pronouns). On the other hand though, besides his corruption scars, the beard is his defining character marker, so almost all of his fusions have some form of facial hair. It's a delicate balancing act.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Thank you for this wonderful blog!! It's such a fantastic resource and I really appreciate all the work you put into it <3

I'm in the mood for soulmate/arranged marriage/etc. fics where wangxian is paired up and LWJ is not happy about it (at first! happy endings only, please). Maybe he doesn't like that WWX is so boisterous. Maybe WWX marries into the Lan Sect and keeps breaking rules. Maybe LWJ rejects him on principle because he doesn't want a soulmate/arranged match. Anything in that vein! Thank you!! @kirk-spock-in-the-impala

Deconstruct by flowercity (FaoriE) (T, 11k, wangxian, soulmates au, fluff, light angst, pining)

Fated Series by LtLJ (G, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Post-Apocalypse, Magical Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Canon Diverted via Volcano, YL WWX, Badass LWJ) but it's locked so you have to be logged in to AO3

Neatly Arranged by thunderwear (T, 45k, WangXian,Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, lwj’s mother is here but only briefly, RIP, Shenanigans, Fix-Itof sorts, Canonical Character Death, but not all, did i forget to tag pining, because this fic is like 90 percent pining, Hurt/Comfort)

the river and the sea by sasamelons (T, 7k, WangXian, Soulmates, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Mutual Pining)

Rebuttable Presumption by @/sarah-yyy

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2. itmf fics where jc strangling wwx has consequences? i.e. seizures, loss of/impairment of voice, panic attacks, etc that kind of thing?

a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Heavy Angst, Self-Worth issues, Amputation, Situational Mutism, Slow burn, Angst with a happy ending)

🧡 the river brought you here by chilianxianzi (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider, Amnesia, Past abuse, Strangulation, Found Family)

Obscuring the Sun by Karmiya (E, 3k, WIP, WangXian, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, the sunshot campaign, Past Domestic Abuse) only 1 chapter so far

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3. itmf jealous lan zhan pls!! he instantly hates anybody who flirts with wei ying or vice versa. thank you :)

A Heart Needs a Beat  by EmBlu (IcyDeath) (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, modern, misunderstandings, jealousy, ABO, alpha WWX, beta LWJ, oblivious WX,   fluff, omega LWJ)

Snow Burns and Fire Falls by Liebing (T, 12k, wangxian, fluff, fox wangxian, childhood friends, orphans, lan WWX, happy ending, sweet, soft, cute, time jump, jealous WWX, oblivious WWX) 

Bite and Bruise and Bind by ReformedTsundere (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Jealous LWJ, Biting, Friends With Benefits, Or Is it?, Idiots in Love, Pining, Like VERY Slightly Dubious Content, Begging, Blow Jobs, Marking, slight angst, Slight self-loathing, Happy Ending, little bit of crying, Barebacking)

Of Bunnies and Sleeves and All Happy Things by moonwaif (G, 3k, wangxian, mutual pining) 

4 times LWJ was Jealous and 1 time it was WWX by cylnire (T, 3k, WangXian, Jealousy, Jealous LWJ, Jealous WWX, Cute, Funny, Attempt at Humor, Fluff) 

nobody else but me by wqngji (E, 1k, wangxian, smut, jealous LWJ, bottom WWX, possessive LWJ, PWP, fluff & smut)

(there is a jealous lan zhan ao3 tag that the requestor can filter through! these are ones that I've read and liked)

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4. Hello!! I'm in the mood for fics where the Lans are protective of WWX, and are equally dark when someone hurts him. Long fics (at least over 10k words) would be appreciated, but shorts are also fine. Thank you for your time.🐇 @utxqia

Hey this is #4 on the recent IITMF. I was wondering do you have any other recs than "Stunted, Starving Juvenility" for my req? Because it's an amazing fic and I've already read it several time and it's not even completed. I apologise for bothering you 🫣

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 548k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) I love being able to rec this fic, it's one of my favorites!

Truths Laid Bare For All by Preludian_Staves (T, 40k, wangxian, arranged marriage, not Jiang friendly, truth serum, love confessions, golden core reveal, implied referenced abuse, getting to know each other, genius WWX, falling in love, courting, WIP (hiatus)) these three doesn't have like the dark lans thing in them iirc but hopefully are a good read still!

An Obsidian Among Jades by Blackbeads461 (T, 12k, wangxian, canon divergence, lan WWX, child abandonment, Self-Worth Issues, trauma, BAMF LQR, angst w happy ending, protective lans, found family, politics, not YZY friendly)

Bright Voice Roughly Rendered Softly Silent by Preludian_Staves (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Muteness, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Not JC Friendly, Choking, Red String of Fate, Appearances by Paperman!WWX, Inventor WWX, Good Uncle LQR, WWX goes to Cloud Recesses, Feelings Realization, Supportive Lan Family, Genius WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective Lan Family, Character Death (not wwx or lwj))

A Righteous Facade by RenaFair (T, 5k, wangxian, protective lans, mildly dark, JL learns a lesson)

Cluster of Clouds by Nika_Raven_Celeste (T, 20k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, JC & WWX, time travel, post-canon lans time travel, cloud recesses study era, confused WWX, soft LQR, soft LWJ, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly, genius WWX, horny LWJ, oblivious WWX, WIP) again, not a dark one, but hopefully still to your taste

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5. Hey mods! Wondering if you have

a) non-Jiang WWX

b) WWX is tired for being the punching bag for the Jiangs, so he either resent them or left them to go on his own rogue adventures/get adopted by other sects (bonus point if the Jiangs also needed his help in the future that he refused/reluctant to help)

c) although I am a wangxian-heavy reader, I'd also like to read some WWX and WRH moments, bonus points if both WWX and WRH are dominating the cultivation world (slashfic or gen is acceptable!)

d) always a demonic cultivator WWX

e) HuaLian + WWX family

5A)

every cloud has a silver lining by thelastdboy (G, 8k, WWX & Wen remnants, WQ & WWX & WN, wangxian, canon divergence, wen remnants live, WWX pov, wen WWX, friends to lovers, childhood friends wangxian, angst w happy ending, homelessness, volcanoes, earthquakes, natural disasters, genius WWX, healer WWX, pen pals, fluff)

tall as the mountains that sheltered us by thelastdboy (M, 4k, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR & WWX & WCZ, wangxian, canon divergence, CSSR & WCZ live, crack treated seriously, childhood friends to lovers, genius WWX, inventor WWX, bg character death, happy ending, WCZ pov)

Inkstone by PorcelainBlue (T, 7k, WangXian)

5B)

The Debts of a Child Series by Hauntcats (M, 115k, WWX & Jiangs, wangxian, not Jiang friendly, angst w/ happy ending, dark)

5D)

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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6. Hi! This is my first time using this method, but do you know any fics where wangxian time travels and then leaves the sect to become rouge cultivators? It can just be one of them leaving the sect too.

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7. Is there any fics where Wei Wuxian is vegetarian? I know there's plenty of Lan Wangji ones but I want to read one where Wei Wuxian is 🥰 Thank you in advance!

my life's journey is far from over by lastdboy (E, 148k, wangxian, modern, canon divergence, everyone lives au, Madam Lan lives, post-sunshot, selectively mute LWJ, wen remnants live, LWJ saves the Wens, whipping, neurodevergent LWJ, stimming, hurt/comfort, angst, coming of age, slow burn, recovery, mental health issues, references to depression, single parent WWX, eventual smut)

star, sweet, treasures by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 2k, WangXian, Fluff, Family Fluff, Winter Solstice, Dongzhi Festival, Modern with Magic) it's very blink and you'll miss it but vegetarian wwx is there

Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, WangXian, Case Fic, No Sunshot Campaign, AU in canon setting, Kid Fic, dadxian, Strangers to Lovers, Found Family, POV LWJ, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Fake/Pretend Relationship, First Time, Falling in love in metaphors) I believe it's more out of necessity than ideology but I think it counts

So You Accidentally Kidnapped A Qilin by Mikkeneko (T, 83k, WangXian, Juuni Kokki | Twelve Kingdoms Fusion, yzy's a+ parenting, Identity Issues, Cultivator Politics, Yin Iron Poisoning, Most people live, by 'most people' i mean xy lives, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Temporary Character Death, Happy Ending, Pacifist WWX)

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8. Cuddle fics. I am on the hunt for the most emotionally fluffy and domestic and sweet cuddle fics that exist, please. It is a very Mighty Need. Please and thank you!! (also, tysm for keeping this blog going like you have!) @amynchan

Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Pining, Misunderstandings, professional cuddling, now with added papapa, Anal Sex)

rain. you are here. by thelastdboy (G, <1k, wangxian, pov WWX, rain, insomnia, fluff)

Stargazing (and a bit of rain) by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 984, WangXian, Fluff, Family Fluff, Family Bonding, Modern with Magic, Slice of Life)

💖 hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (M, 10k, wangxian, post-canon, temporary amnesia, hurt/comfort, fluff, trauma, pining, hair washing & brushing)

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (E, 39k, WangXian, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, m.. maybe??, its not as intense as a kink, wwx Loves To Teach, Fluff, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication)

💖 You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground (M, 9k, wangxian, post-canon, 5+1. LWJ pov, sharing a bed, cuddling & snuggling, intimacy, getting together, fluff)

A-Zhan is Three by westiec (T, 1k, LXC & LWJ, wangxian, post-canon, twin jades of lan dynamics, LXC in seclusion, hair braiding, sleepy cuddles)

2:08AM, softly by astronicht (T, 1k, wangxian, modern, cuddling, pre-relationship)

do you mind if i stay by perfectlyrose (G, 2k, wangxian, modern, hurt/comfort, non-sexual intimacy, cuddling & snuggling, pre-relationship)

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9. Hi mods!! For the next itmf can I ask for fics where WWX isn't all that sane? Like, he comes out of Burial Mounds a little bit crazy? Or even after MXY makes the ritual. Not crazy as in YL-murdering-everyone crazy (but I'm fine with that too), more like he isn't completely aware of what he does or where he is (maybe hallucinations and hearing voices?) and his siblings and LWJ take care of him (or the juniors). I want some family fluff and angst with wei ying not being ok and being cared for, just no JC or LXC bashing, please. Thank you!!! @jiangclaritybell

Helping Yourself by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Temporary Amnesia, Short-Term Memory Loss)

You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 17k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, canon divergence, eldritch WWX, horny LWJ, body horror, possession, cannibalism, teeth, gore, fluff and humor, eldritch horror, smut, dead WWX, implied/referenced torture)

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10. Hii, do you know any fics where A) wwx is adopted by hualian from tgcf? B) Or a fic where basically everyone is protective over wwx while he thought his wellbeing didn't matter? Thankss

10A)

Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 112k, hualian, wangxian, TGCF, canon divergence, not Jiang friendly, madam lan lives, WWX adopted by hualian, WWX with different name, overprotective hualian, hurt WWX, WIP)

Love Like You by HisRedEmpress (T, 88k, WIP, HuaLian, XuanXuan, WangXian, Families of Choice, Family Fluff, Hualian adopts WWX, Love at First Sight, Post-Canon TGCF, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Genderfluid SQX, HC and HX are bros, TGCF Spoilers, Not so accidental baby acquisition, Canon Divergence, POV Multiple, Angst and Feels, Pining LWJ, Is it slow burn if Wangxian technically didn't meet until chapter 12, Slow Burn)

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11. hi! i went through basically all the truth serum/curse/mirror/etc as well as telepathy, core reveal, body swap fics ahaha but i still feel like there are ones im missing!!! i just want ppl to shake wwx for his secrets (homelessness, treatment by mdm yu, burial mounds, core, anything!!) and then care for him about it. im sure people came up with a bunch of creative premises that i couldnt find.. thank you so much 💚💚

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12. Hi, I would like a wangxian fic where madam yu marries Wei wuxian to lans for alliance and think Wei wuxian won't be happy but is shocked and hates seeing him happily married

Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 17k, wangxian, ABO, arranged marriage, intersex omegas, canon Jiang family dynamics, not JC friendly, matchmaking, night hunts)

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13. im the mood for lbh hc and wy as siblings. wy is the youngest and lbh and hc are so protective of him @ooosamness04

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14. Are there any really good fics that has Jin Ling and WWX family bonding?

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)

Linger by the Door (I’ve Always Been Yours) by piecrust (T, 78k, wangxian, slow burn, canon compliant) Wwx travels around and makes homes post Canon, including with Jin ling

An Evening Well Spent by Admiranda (G, 2k, WangXian, Post canon, Fluff, Canon Compliant, wwx and jl bonding, Drunk LWJ)

of past and present by Here_For_This (This_Rocks_My_Socks) (T, 6k, JL & WWX, wangxian, underage drinking, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced torture, not JC friendly, implied/referenced character death, self-care, hopeful ending)

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15. hi! can i request some recs for fics of Nielan (exclusive) where it shows Nie Mingjue just being absolutely smitten with Lan Xichen 🥺 @makkachiin

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16. hii!!! for an iitmf, i’ve been wanting to read something lan jingyi centric; he’s just too under appreciated!! (i’ve already read “The One Body Problem” and “Lan Jingyi’s Sixth Sense” so they don’t need to be recommended). :D

Give Me A Reason by useless_slytherclaw (M, 251k, ZhuiYi, heavy angst w happy ending, post-canon, friends to lovers, pining, violence, night hunts, travel, death, PTSD, dreams & nightmares, rogue cultivator LJY, injury recovery, Love confessions)

Why Not Me? by Eleanor_Fenyx (G, 26k, LJY & LQR, LQR & LWJ, LJY & LSZ, LJY & LWJ, good uncle LQR, LJY pov, war orphan LJY, character study, LJY has ADHD, found family, rejection sensitivity dysphoria)

The Best I Can by Zephyr (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 26k, LJY & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Drama, Recovery, Coming of Age, Secret Identity Fail, Friendship, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Road Trips, Sort Of, POV Multiple, Happy Ending) has 2 jingyi pov chapters, and it's also lovely

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17. hi, do you know any fics where everyone is just mesmerised by how pretty Wei Ying is and I mean everyone, but Wei Ying only ever pays attention to Lan Zhan, making everyone else super jealous.

For the Sake of a Smile by Reikosama7716 (Not Rated, 94k, WIP, WangXian, Minor everyone/WWX, CSSR/WCZ, Older!WWX, Oblivious WWX, Top LWJ, Jealous LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Protective!JC, JZX's Attempt in Public Confession, WWX and his ducklings, Everyone is young and gay for WWX, WWX and Jiāng siblings are cousins, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Character, Death Third wheeling of unfortunate sect disciples, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Disciples peeking at WWX, Cinnamon Roll WN, Shameless WWX, Implied "Everyday is everyday", Sect Leader WQ, JYL being dark and maybe a secret sadist?)

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY (ON A LATE AS HELL THURSDAY)

I was tagged a full week ago by sweetie @energievie (sorry for being so late dolly).

Here's my WIP blurbicus. It's from a monster of a fic I wrote last year.

Context: This is an AU. That said, the Tony you think it is ... well, that's the one. Markovich. Tony Markovich and he just got knocked the fuck out by Mickey who wasn't even in the room y'all lol.

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A bottom.

Mickey’s a broody, thick thighed, irritatingly sexy … bottom. Christ. 

Ian huffed in the car he was driving too fast while that one thought raged fever-like in his mind. He can’t stop thinking about Mickey on his knees, on his back. In his bed. Screaming. 

He pulled into his driveway, chanting “I’m boyfriended” like a mantra, as if it could take away this escalating desire. It doesn’t escape him that he hadn’t uttered his boyfriend's name the entire time he tried to nam-myoho-renge-kyo his way back into thoughts of fidelity. Hell, he was losing his shit and he hasn’t even touched Mickey … yet. 

Once inside the house, he pushed a surprised Tony up against the bedroom door, kissing him hard. Aggressive and greedy, he’s going to end this wanting of Mickey. Kill it, if he had to. 

He’s got to. 

Shaken by his fervor, Tony let himself be led to the bed, whispering his confusion only to be kissed into silence. 

Ian pushed Tony to sit and stepped between his legs, pulling his cock out. 

“Open,” he murmured, gentle tone belying the iron demand behind it.

In shock, his boyfriend stared up at him dumbly. Ian’s not surprised. This is not how they usually play. 

“Ian?”

He sighed and stepped around Tony, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”

Tony slid to his knees, looking at him closely. He must see something in Ian’s face, because his confusion melted and he smiled. 

“Then let’s do something to make it better.” 

Tony pushed Ian back and took him in his mouth. Desperate, Ian tried to make this be enough, but the image of Mickey, his face half-buried in a pillow taking a pounding, wouldn’t let him enjoy it. He needs more than a mouth.

Tony paused, pulling off and stroking him from root to tip. 

“What is it, Ian? What do you need?” 

Mildly shocked, Ian just looked at him. Tony’s never this accommodating, expecting to top 90 percent of time. 

He doesn’t mind. Really, it’s not terrible. He can come from being fucked, but it takes a while. A long while. 

Tonight he needs to fuck someone. To fuck this growing need out of his system. 

To fuck Mickey out of his head. 

Since he rarely insists upon it, he asked for it now.

“I want to fuck you,” he said to the ceiling. “Hard.”

Tony stilled. Ian waited for him to say no. He has before. Many times - sometimes firmly, sometimes cajolingly, and sometimes, more often lately, that ‘no’ has been cold and final.

The pause lasted a soul killing lifetime before Tony said reluctantly, “Yeah, okay. If you really need it.” 

Tony’s benumbed enthusiasm almost makes him call it off. Lukewarm sex? Gee, thanks.

But, an unbidden image of Mickey riding him, eyes closed and cock bobbing, takes his choice away. 

“Get the lube.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any chronic pain/illness fanfiction?

Hey Nonny!

I DO! I made a list awhile ago! Any Chronic Pain fics I have are on this Chronic Illness Mini Masterpost, plus these other ones on my MFL list with the tag:

The Joys Of Onanism by KittieHill (E, 5,102 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, For Science, Patient John, Overwhelmed Sherlock, Mutual Masturbation, Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Virgin Sherlock, Loving John, Intense / Multiple Orgasms) – “The man was almost seventy! He had chronic heart disease. He could have had a heart attack whilst having a shit!” John scoffed. “It's no worse for you than a brisk walk.” “Prove it,” Sherlock insisted, eyes focussed entirely on John. “Prove what?” John asked. “That I won't die from wanking?” “No – That – must you be so crude?” Sherlock complained. “That an edged masturbation session is no worse than brisk walking. Prove it.” “And how do you expect me to do that?” John frowned, picking up his water and drinking it again.

A Chronic Condition by Calais_Reno (T, 5,238 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Fix It, Falling in Love, Deception, Love Confessions, Jealousy, Fluffy, Chronic Illness, Hypochondria, Medical Procedures, Doctor John, POV Limited Third Person Sherlock, Fluff and Humour) – John is not unique. Most of the time he says and does ordinary things, but occasionally he says or does something so brilliant that it takes the air right out of Sherlock’s lungs. It’s that one percent— his little contributions at crime scenes— that’s what’s brilliant. OR: Sherlock is jealous. Part 21 of Just Johnlock

Positive by whitchry9 (T, 19,673 w., 32 Ch. || Chronic Illness, HIV/AIDS, Hurt/Comfort, Disease, Friendship) – When John finds out Sherlock is ill, he has to make sure. Really, absolutely sure. And for a while, it's okay, because medicine has advanced to the point where Sherlock isn't going to die any time soon. But when Sherlock takes a sharp downward turn, he asks John to do one last thing for him.

What Spring Does With Cherry Trees by tomlinsoul (E, 30,443 w., 3 Ch. || Canon Divergence AU || Post-TRF, Established Relationship, Fibromyalgia, Physical Disability, Mobility Aids, Ableism, Medical Trauma, Medical Procedures, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Crying, Hospitals, Protective John, Dom/Sub Undertones, Chronic Pain, Hurt / Vulnerable Sherlock) – 18 months into his new and settled romance with John, Sherlock faces a new challenge when he develops debilitating symptoms that leave him in more than a few tricky situations. Luckily, his doctor happens to be rather devoted to him.

The Half-Life Of Morphine Series by VanStock1992 (T to E, 74,612+ w. across 8 works || Series WiP || Post S4, PTSD, Sherlock Whump, Chronic Pain / Illness, Permanent Injury, Protective Mycroft, Parentlock, Big Brother Mycroft, Doctor John, Physical Disability, Wheelchairs, John's Anger Issues, Depression, Guilt, Implied / Referenced Drug Abuse, Hospitalization, Surgery, Food Issues) – An injury that leads to nerve damage brings John and Sherlock's lives to a screeching halt, and leaning on their family and friends is the only way they will make it through. In which Sherlock is an incredibly engaged father, Rosie has special needs, and John struggles to find his place without the identity of a blogger, a doctor, or a solider.

0.2% by Xenay (T, 136,214 w., 90 Ch. || Post S4, POTS / Sick Fic, Chronic Illness / Autoimmune Disease, Exercise Intolerance, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Autistic Sherlock, Neurodiversity, Headaches / Migraines, Neuropathy, Nausea / Vomiting, Angst, Dissociation, Medical Gaslighting, Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviour, Smoking, Aphasia, Minor Character Death, Stim Toys, Family Drama) – You don't know devastation until you get diagnosed with something that has no cure.

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Feel free too add more, my friends!

[dreamwatch]

WIP Poll Results

I'm not sure if we're supposed to post the stuff we actually wrote? SO anyway, it's under the cut if you're curious. Thank you so much if you voted! This made me look at all my hips, and I cannot lie, made me pull my hair out at how awful some of the writing and characterisation is, but hey! At least I looked at them.

Like A Stone - 1 sentence:

The water was up to his hips now, but as his body shivered with the cold, his mind stilled, and he let go.

Prison Fic - 1 Sentence:

Eddie knows that Thanksgiving is celebrated in prison, on account of being dragged to visit his father (until he was old enough to say no, at least).

Dustin & Eddie - 1 Sentence:

“Did you come here to catch up or to tell me what an asshole I am? Because if it’s the latter, I’m well aware, thanks.”

Steve & Eddie 90s - 9 Sentences (Ok, I actually ended writing quite a bit for this, and it was such a popular choice, so here's a bit more than 9 sentences):

Some very strange things happened while Eddie was comatose. He was exonerated of all charges of murder, he graduated high school, and Wayne and Steve Harrington bonded on account of Steve saving Eddie’s life and Wayne thinking the sun shone, blinding and bright, from Steve’s ass.

“Really? How’s he doing? He’s in Indy now?”

“Actually, I don’t know. We didn’t get that far, you know? He was there with people, and I was, obviously, and I don’t know exactly who was there, but Mike Wheeler, definitely was, you remember him? Tall kid, skinny, long hair? Anyway, not important. It was dark, so I’m not a hundred percent sure who else was there, but Jesus Christ I was not prepared for that. At all. You know, you can’t just drag me over to a table to say ‘hi’ after eight fucking years, and expect—”

“Eddie! Stop, stop. Take a breath kid, for Christ’s—”

“He’s married,” he blurted out. “Steve, I mean. Two years. Apparently.”

“Oh,” said Wayne, softly.

Recovery & Aftermath - 3 Sentences + a couple extra (This fic is a hot mess and I think I need to start over. It was my first, so I suppose that makes sense. I've added lines to a scene I will definitely be keeping).

“He’s alive,” Powell rushed out. “But he was badly hurt in the earthquake. He’s been flown to a trauma centre in Indianapolis.”

Wayne felt sick.

“I have to warn you, there will be officers from IMPD waiting for him and he’ll be kept under guard until he’s well enough to be charged and taken into custody.” 

If you read this far - thank you! :D

[bi-demon-ium]

For the ask game - 🍎🍒🔥 <3

🍎 favorite angst quote from a wip

i've written like 90 percent of milligan's pov for the mind control snippet but it's still not finished<3

(He was more scared for what this would do to Milligan, but a selfish part of him still trembled in fear at someone he trusted so much, someone he’d never once considered would hurt him, looming over him with intent to hurt.)

“Milligan,” he said, keeping his voice slow and soft and steady, trying not to show how frightened he was. “This—” his voice wavered and he forcefully bit it down, “—isn’t your fault, okay?”

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

And if it went unspoken, well. He was a professional. And it wasn’t as if Nicholas, warm and kind and always so perceptive, so clever, who saw the world with clear eyes and a love for truth, didn’t know.

The love between them like sunlight through panes of glass, warm and clear as day. It didn’t need to be spoken of.

with dramatic irony this might be more sad than sweet but. both? it can be both. both is good

🔥 wild card: dealer’s choice of quote from a wip

here, an excerpt from something i doubt i'll ever finish or publish<3

“You should take care of them,” said Milligan. “Quickly.”

Curtain’s eyebrows flew up. “Take care of?” he echoed. “My, my. One of my brother’s goody-two-shoes associates advocating I… what? Brainsweep them?”

“Kill them,” said Milligan, so fast it was almost like he didn’t mean to say it, almost a growl.

Curtain’s eyebrows raised further, if that were possible. “Hm,” he said. “And why should I—what, take out your… enemies?”

“I told you,” said Milligan. “There’s a chance they’ll come for you next.”

Curtain’s eyes sharpened. “Next?” he said.

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Favorite Passages of 2020

thought I’d start a new tag for writers for the end of the year--favorite lines/ passages written. There might be a tag like this already but hey I felt like taking a trip down memory lane. I feel like this year has seen me grow a lot. I finished 3 WIPs from 3 different fandoms and decided to make a part 2 of a previously finished fic. What a year, what a year, am I right? Fic writing has certainly made the days easier, made me happy and taken my mind off of situations. 

Obviously the year isn’t over yet maybe something will overtake this, but I felt like taking a trip through memory lane. Also, number five has some light smut.

tagging @laraslandlockedblues @ma-sulevin @kemvee @galadrieljones @thevikingwoman @jentrevellan @wardenari @roguelioness @idrelle @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @queen-kass-the-writer @ellenembee

1. Only Lovers, Resident Evil, Leon S. Kennedy x Ada Wong

She laughs to herself. One moment, they told each other last night. And this is it. They were fools. They’re still fools. Happy, sated, blissful fools. And lovers.

And yet, it’d be cruel not to tell him, to let him live in an illusion. 

“You don’t love me,” she whispers. “you love the me you think about when you’re lonely.” 

“Not lonely now.” 

He glances at her with a mischievous, knowing look. “Neither am I,” she tells him, and she even plays the part, tells him she loves him too. They’re only lovers now, after all. 

“You didn’t have to say that,” he says. “I know what’s true.”

“Then what’s true?” 

He rises, faces her. He cups her cheek, caresses her face. He follows with a gentle kiss.

“Now,” he whispers. “Us.”

***This is from my one shot of Leon and Ada from the Resident Evil games. I played the game over quarantine and my twelve year old feels for the femme fatale and hot agent reignited, so I wanted to tribute that. Now I like Leon and Ada vastly more than Leon and Claire because I just find it more interesting--but beyond that I really wanted to explore an enemies to lovers relationship. They’re on two different sides of a war but they can’t help that attraction and pull, and I just like the idea they kind of see each other sometimes and release some tension, though both skirt around the idea of love. I like this passage because it encapsulates their tense yet dynamic and even romantic pull. Plus when I wrote “you don’t love me, you love the me you think about when you’re lonely” I just felt really powerful and badass, and I collect badass lines that come to my head for future wham lines in my writing, and I am 90 percent sure this was one such line. Either that or it came to me as I was writing, but I honestly don’t remember. 

2.  Love Song on Sapphire Isle, GOT, Jaime x Brienne

From the palace, there’s a strum of a lute, the sound intermingling with the crash of the waves that’s melodic and lulling. They stand side by side, listening to the song—a love song, though Jaime says she is his love song, his greatest adventure.  And she wraps her arms around him, and tells him he is her love song, and her later. Though now, she thinks her later has turned into an always.

***This is from my Jaime and Brienne longfic, a pseudo fix it that really just made me feel better after how disappointed I was with where they took Jaime and Brienne’s arc in the show. Come on George make them each other’s true love in the books I know you are prove those people who can’t read subtext wrong In the fic the term “later,” is part of their romantic dynamic, Jaime and Brienne always telling each other there will be time for romance later before the battle. then they get their later and and they’re stuck in a rut, not knowing what exactly to do. The last chapter, a snap shot of their “later,” years after the penultimate fic chapter, shows the life they’ve built. I tell my kids in my class that their final lines in a paper should pack a punch, and I think with everything that happened in the fic and the idea of later, it was the perfect final line. 

3.The Sweetest Sorrow, RDR2. Arthur Morgan x Charlotte Balfour

Come back, she said to him, sitting by their favorite spot in the clearing by the water. I know what you said, and I accepted it, but it is not easy to be the one that waits. It’s not fair that I am always the one that waits. These men in old stories, men like Arthur who masqueraded as an outlaw but were also knights, thought they had the harder duties. Charlotte, though she would always sing for Arthur and the good man underneath that always won over the evil bad man he claimed to be, was tired of singing songs of those men. She sung praises for Penelope and other women like her, the waiters. She sung for herself and her strength, and waited for the day when she could show him again just how strong she was, as strong as him. If only he would come back, one more time. She made sure to pour longings and promises in their parting kiss after he said that she gave him his dream. She kissed him to woo him back.

“Come back,” she said, and she hoped the wind carried her prayers. Come back to me Arthur, she wrote on her journal in her lap. She prayed that her longing, tangible in the words she wrote and spoke would make him stronger, beat that vile thing that had made it’s way into her once proud man and withering him. If he came back and it turned that he had given her his ailment, they could be brave together. She was tired of being brave alone. She was good at being alone, but that didn’t mean she had to endure it.

Come back.

Arthur was made to believe he was alone, and he had to be alone with his ailment. She couldn’t rely on their last conversation, her last kiss to him. Once he was away from her she knew his duty and self-sacrifice would win. Why, why did she not go with him, why did she allow herself to think she had to be the one that stayed? If she was his equal, she would have showed him.

Come back.

He wasn’t alone. He could find a way back to her once everything was fixed, but nothing could ever become truly fixed. Would he remain and remain, hopelessly fixing until he became too frail and withered? She knew him. He would. He was too much of a good man, especially now.

Come back.

It wasn’t that she wanted him to be selfish. She wanted him to be true to himself. But that man was wrestling with a giant called doubt.

Come back.

The wind blew her journal to the last few dozen pages. She hadn’t realized how worn it was before, how the binding was tearing and the pages weren’t sticking to the spine as they used to. Come back, she wrote. Come back to me Arthur. Again and again, she wrote, more furious than the last, her hand flying through her remaining blank pages. The wind was strong, and before she could catch one of the pages that ripped out, she could only watch as the wind ripped it’s away across the stream. More pages began to fly from her journal with all the same messages, come back, come back, Arthur come back, don’t leave me in this dark, cruel place where I can’t find you. Some fell in the river, some were carried to the clearing behind her.

She lost all her blank pages. She didn’t mourn.

“Come back,” she said once more, for the final time. “Come back.”

***So I stopped updating this fic in 2019 because I lost the muse. Frankly too I spent the bulk of writing this story in an unhappy mood, and I associated a lot of my feelings of the time when I thought about going back. however, wanting to replay RDR2 made me fall for Arthur all over again, and made me want to come back to this world, so I reread it and tidied it up and went back. I found I no longer associated the fic with my mood at the time and could appreciate it as it’s own thing. The meta of this section and why I’m found of it is that the idea of blank pages is associated with Arthur and Charlotte’s relationship.  they want to write a story together and fill up their blank pages together. Plus I am just very attached to the image of Charlotte writing in a journal and the pages getting lost in the wind. Also love the literary references and allusions in this fic, and you can see that here. Truth to be told i think this is one of my technically best fics for it’s consistency and build. Also, Arthur lives.   

4. Memoirs of a Long, Long Time, Morrigan x Warden

Rowan had no shame. Once outside the blacksmith’s, he took Morrigan’s hand, leading her out by the water. He held up his hand to Alistair, Leliana and Sten, promising it would be one moment, and one moment only.

“Yes?” she asked, with a dollop of sugary sweetness

He didn’t play games. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Why are you?” she fired back. “We are here for the Arl, not to save the entire village."

“Look around,” he told her. “Who will help these people if I do not?”

“Yet to accept a kiss? From that woman? Shall we keep our list? Leliana, that girl in the chantry, the tavern wench…me….”

He didn’t care if Alistair, Leliana, and Sten were all watching. “You know what I feel for you is different,” he muttered.

“Oh? Is it?”

“Shall I kiss you now to prove it?”

“But I do wonder if you would, gallant knight from a story book? You—”

He took her hand and pulled their bodies closer together, her words disappearing. “Am I a knight, or rogue?” he asked her. “No. I’m a Grey Warden.”

She bit her lip, mesmerized by his. Oh, to have done it then before battle, in front of his companions.

It was a nice thought, but it wasn’t what he wanted.

“I won’t kiss you now,” he said, “though a kiss before battle is what the bards sing of. I’d rather wait to kiss you when you aren’t so…salty. Kisses taste better that way.”

The temptress, Witch of the Wilds smiled, both agreeing with him, and knowing he did indeed want her lips and her lips alone. She stood by his side in battle, and then stood by his side come morning when the village remained. When Bella thanked him again after they came to the tavern with for complimentary glass of mead—a small reprieve before they would head to Castle Redcliffe— Morrigan said nothing and merely stood by his side, her arm pressed against his. When his mead sat untouched on the counter after a few sips, she took his glass and took a sip.

“I suppose I am to wait till after we storm the castle?” she asked.

“If I find a small grotto to take you. I hear kisses happen only in beautiful places.”

“Then we should do it anywhere you are.”

He flushed with vanity. He knew he looked tired, with dark, purplish circles under his eyes and scraggly hair that was growing out, though at least it had some wave to it. He lost weight as well, as his cheeks were hollower. His beard was growing as well, and he knew soon he would need to trim it. Frankly, he looked like what he was: a tired man who slept in the woods and was forced to settle every squabble in Redcliffe Village. And yet the Witch of the Wilds, who looked at radiant as she did when he first met her, would have him anywhere. She liked him as he was: tired and frankly annoyed.

He took one last sip of mead before suggesting they meet Teagan. After that, he would be one step closer to his kiss.

Or, not.

***I always wanted to write Morrigan x Warden. I was so close to making the Warden in In Waking Dreams a male that romanced Morrigan and had Kieran with her, but I chickened out and went with what I was most familiar with, a female Cousland who romanced Alistair. Well, 2020. Time to do the creative things that once scared me lol. If I had the will I’d rewrite IWD just to stick in Morrigan and Rowan, but that would be too hard and mess with the timeline, of Cullen and Lyd’s relationship, because the hero of Ferelden is Hawke’s Warden contact in this fic, and there’s no way Rowan wouldn’t visit his wife and son....I mean maybe I can do it but I don’t have the energy, I’d rather just keep IWD as it is, and I do like the Warden in that fic.

Anyway this fic reminds me a lot of a play---fitting because Rowan was once an actor. I really enjoy their dialogue and banter and I think Rowan’s knightish, charming ways come across in his dialogue. Also I’m proud of the way the story is told. It’s his memories, interspersed with the current time, also switches to Morrigan at Skyhold. ****

5. In Waking Dreams: Dragon Age, Cullen x Quiz

Lydia knew it immediately before he handed it to her, the book of Ferelden myths and legends, with the story of Cliodna, the Avvar priestess who roamed the world looking for her lover nestled within the pages. Lydia had a copy before, though different than the one Cullen handed to her. This was the one his mother held in her hands as she read to her children, the one that survived the Blight to be held in Cullen’s hands again, to be given to his lover.

“Cliodna and Concohbar,” Lydia said thumbing through the pages, captivated by the drawing of the long, dark-haired woman, reunited and swimming in the constellations with the man she loved, the final illustration of the book. Her gaze fell back to Cullen, his expression soft.

“Us,” she said.

“We’re us,” he said. “But they do remind of a certain couple I know.” He caressed her face. “We’re in the same constellation, you and I.”

They couldn’t wait. They made love upstairs in his room, the book safely tucked away on his dresser. He sat on the edge of the bed, peeling off her clothes one by one, slowly and savoring each new patch of revealed skin. He pressed a kiss to her belly as she stood fully nude and himself still clothed—though she helped him rid himself of his shirt as he kicked off his boots and pushed down his trousers and smalls. She sat on his thighs, slid her hands down his body, filled herself with him to the brim. He wrote love letters of a happy birthday on her body, made her come against his hand as she thrust herself down and back upon him, riding his thighs as his calloused hands dug into her hips. Moonlight spilled through the gap in his roof, creating her favorite painting—one of a reverent, loving Cullen—a slight Commander to him in the way he whispered how good she felt, how her want was leaking on him, but unquestionably he was her Cullen.

She spoke his name, a chant and prayer stronger than one she ever prayed to the Maker, his arms wrapping around her and grasping as he shuddered and came, pouring inside of her, resting his head against her beating heart.

“My darling,” she said, covered in both their sweats. “My love.”

“Be honest,” he said against her breasts, peering at her. “Would you have preferred our secret place, something else today? You said you wanted quiet.”

She stroked his bearded face, tousled his hair. “What you all did was perfect. And you coordinated it?”

“Mostly Josephine. But I had some ideas.”

She grinned. “Darling. You have given me the happiest of days.”

***Well, I always wanted to continue IWD, just got caught up in other fandoms. Plus I didn’t think I was ready yet. Believe me I tried but I had no clue where to start. Well, I finally learned: Lydia’s birthday, Cullen throwing her a party. Actually I do enjoy this whole chapter--it’s Lydia and Cullen being romantic and fun and throwing out their pet names, the two just enjoying each other as they are. It’s so refreshing to see them happy and not uptight in a canon fic, because oooh boy rereading the fic and getting back into the world made me realize just how damn dramatic they are, lol. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, we high drama here or we go home. Anyway, really happy to be back, like over the moon even, and I had a reader tell me my writing has improved since I finished in 2018. So, it was quite nice to hear, quite affirming.******

Part of me has never gotten rid of my innate flowy language, but I do think I have improved with just saying what I need to say with no embellishment at certain points. 

[littlemissagrafina]

Happy FFWF! Tell us about a WIP you’re really excited about! Can you give us a sneak peek?

I'm excited for my comfortember works in general:)

Sure! Here ya go! This is from the first day (reacue) paired with another prompt.

"Fri, 90 percent to thrusters." Tony called as he and the suit took off, barely avoiding breaking through the window the A.I had opened for him.

Hearing a familiar high pitched whine, Tony's straight flight path faltered slightly as Pepper appeared in the air next to him, her own suits thrusters burning a hot trail from the purple alloy of her boots.

Thanks for asking:)

[artistic-writer]

Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 7

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Summary: Emma Swan is the Head of Operations for David Nolan’s exotic adventure park, Jurassic World.  She has a son, Henry, and is loved and respected by her colleagues. Her life was perfect until a new dinosaur the park created, Indominus Rex, decided to escape.  Oh, and her one night stand, Killian Jones - he’s there to help contain the asset. Just to complicate things even more.  Jurassic World AU.

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Alright, Ch 7 and we are right in with the action from Ch 6, so you might want to give that a quick read first.  Been a time, and I am sorry.  I’ve managed to get a few more than 1 WIP posting, because i suck, but i’m not neglecting any of them, i promise.  This chapter has some mutual pining, which I...I kinda liked writing. Shut up, @darkcolinodonorgasm​ and is dedicated to the lovely @kmomof4​ who needs a little love right now.  And thank you to @resident-of-storybrooke​ for your eyes <3

Taglist: @hollyethecurious​ @kmomof4​ @resident-of-storybrooke​ @cocohook38​ @sherlockianwhovian​ @wordsmith-storyweaver​@winterbaby89​ @kymbersmith-90​  @killianmesmalls​ @killian-whump​ @nonnyj @jennjenn615​   @thislassishooked @searchingwardrobes​ @doodlelolly0910​ @cs-forlife​ @darkcolinodonorgasm​ @mariakov81​ @xemmaloveskillianx​

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The Indominus raced through the forest, crashing through the ancient trees like they were toothpicks. Each one snapped under her weight, bending unnaturally this way and that, trees almost as old as the island ripped from existence in the blink of an eye. She roared, the sound one of anger as she tilted her head back and peered up into the sky, clawed hands clenching in front of her with glee at the sight of a helicopter hot on her tail.

“Target at ten o’clock!”

The sound whirr of the mini gun was lost over the sound on the chopper, blades slicing through the air with a melodic thumping sound. The operator slid in his seat, closer to the edge of the helicopter and grabbed hold on the two handles that operated the mini gun. It was heavy and when he pulled on the two handles on either side of the mount, the gun was lifted into place against the drag of the wind, ready to aim at the target currently charging through the forest below.

The Indominus let out another ear piercing screech, the muscles in her throat vibrating as she roared. The earth beneath her feet sunk away in the slightly damp forest floor that had been hidden from the soil scorching sun for decades. Ferns and other shade dwelling flora was no match for her weight, flattened in a second and torn apart by her clawed feet as she pushed off the ground and propelled herself forward with her huge, muscular legs in an effort to evade her pursuers.

The first bullet out of the gun followed the high pitched mechanism as the drum full of bullets began to rotate and each of the barrels began expelling its ammunition. The whole gun shook, vibrating through the man holding on for dear life, the swivel mount absorbing the rest in an effort to keep the helicopter steady. Bullets rained down on the forest, narrowingly missing the dinosaur they were chasing, the ground behind the escaping Indominus thrown up into the air with each impact.

“Hit the damn thing!” The pilot called out over the onboard intercom, fingers white from how hard he was gripping the flight stick.

The gunman pulled back as hard as he could, thumbs pressed into the triggers, bullets flying around wildly as he repositioned the gun a little higher. The tip of the barrels exploded with flashes of orange with every combustion behind the projectiles within, the drop from each bullet just missing the huge beast they were meant to kill. He ground his jaw in frustration, growling over the mic intercom in rage at how the bullets kept missing her, narrowly skimming the hocks of the huge, bipedal dinosaur.

“She’s too fast!” He cried out in frustration, the sound of the chopper blades punching through the air above his head barely audible back in the communications room. “Get in front of her!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Ruby chanted, her head bouncing between the red dot on one screen and the camera feed of one of the crew on another.

“What?” David rushed forward toward the screen. “What is it?”

Mary Margaret sucked in a breath at the screen and David followed her line of sight. “She’s going for the helicopter.” The camera was grainy but it was clear enough to see the Indominus grind to a stop and crane her neck to look at the helicopter chasing her. She was watching it double back on itself, inevitably lowering its altitude as it did, the pilot unaware, but the camera on the gunman’s helmet catching the predatory look in the dinosaur’s eye.

“She can’t reach it, can she?” David asked quickly, tearing his eyes from the camera long enough to see the shock in Mary Margaret’s eyes.

“You should know,” Walsh’s voice echoed from the shadows. “You gave that whole dinosaur the green light. Didn’t you double check what the quack was putting into his test tubes?”

David ground his teeth and his fingers dug into the back of Mary Margaret’s chair. “I thought you’d left,” David spat, not taking his eyes off the scene playing out in front of him.

“And miss this?” Walsh sneered, peering over his shoulder. “It’s just getting good.”

“Ruby, warn them!” David instructed hastily, nudging his head towards the giant screen above them.

David had barely finished his command and Ruby was dragging her headset up from around her neck, repositioning it over her ear. She pulled herself forward, the wheels of her chair just narrowly missing Walsh’s feet, before almost screaming into the mic.

“ACU team 2, this is central control! You need to alter your altitude!” Ruby’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes flicking to the screen where the Indominus even looked like she was contemplating the exact angle of attack.

“Control, this is ACU airborne, can you repeat? Over.”

“Oh, God,” Mary Margaret gasped. “They didn’t hear you.”

“Uh oh,” Walsh taunted with a whistle.

“Dammit,” David grunted, the hairs on his arms standing on end. He grabbed Mary Margaret’s headset off of her desk, gripping the mic stem between his shaking fingers and lifted it to his mouth. She didn’t even realise it but Mary Margaret had grabbed his arm, hooking her fingers into the crook on his elbow and was holding him so tightly to stop the shake in her own hands. “ACU Airborne, pull up! Pull up!”

David’s warning came too late, the echoing roar of the Indominus growing louder before it was followed by the crunching on metal and the backwards whirr of rotor blades under stress where the huge dinosaur had leapt into the air and bit clean through the tail section of the helicopter. The control room filled with the sound of screaming, the high pitched yelling and panic that flowed from the surround sound speakers indistinguishable from man or woman as many of them turning into pained gurgling. There was a scrambling, the mics muffled by each team member as they clambered for brace positions under their leaders instructions, those that hadn’t been crushed in the initial attack audibly puking in the wake of their comrades in pieces.

Mary Margaret gulped down a lump in her throat, her eyes paralyzed and unable to blink away the imagined demise of each team member as their vitals flatlined on the screen in front of her. Her fingers were digging into David’s arm so hard he was sure she would leave a mark, but he let her, almost one hundred percent sure he hadn’t heard her breathe for a few minutes. After what seemed like an age, he slipped out of her grip and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him and cupping his hand over her ear, trying his hardest to shield her from the horrific sounds.

“Mayday! Mayday!”

“We’re going down!”

“Help us! Lord, help us!”

The sound of yelling and the crunching of metal was drowned out by another screech from the dinosaur, the last images from the Captain’s body cam turning black inside of the Indominus' mouth when she clamped her jaws shut around the man. Tiny pinpricks of light danced across the image on the control room wall, spinning like bubbles in a washing machine as she chomped a few times, crushing the life out of the man who had once been sitting in the cockpit she had just ripped off mid flight.

A silence fell over the control room, static the only sound that everyone could hear coming from the two way communication. David relinquished his hold on Mary Magaret for a split second to turn off the radio comms with the now downed helicopter, a soft sniffle drawing his attention. Ruby had been crying and in the panic, as he looked around in the aftermath, it wasn’t just her. There wasn’t a dry eye in the entire room, employees consoling each other as if a hug would make everything that had just seen go away.

“Mr Nolan,” Ruby croaked with a watery voice.

“I know,” David assured her, stopping her from saying the words that she had to officially say. The rules be damned. David knew everyone was dead and he wasn’t about to make her say it.

“Well, looks like this thing really is unstoppable.” Walsh’s words were not even the least bit perturbed by the sounds he had heard or the images he had seen. The man had the gall to cross his arms over his chest and smile with glee, but that was soon laid to waste when, out of nowhere, David’s fist connected with his jaw, and the weasel of a man stumbled backwards.

“David!” Mary Magaret screeched, jumping to her feet so fast her chair toppled over when Nolan went in for a second strike, his clenched fist breaking Walsh’s nose with an audible crack.

“Son of a-,” Walsh cried, clutching his nose that was busy pouring with deep crimson blood.

“Those were good people!” David roared, looming over his hunched figure, Mary Margaret attempting to halt a third attack by hanging off his arm.

“We’re all good people!” Walsh shouted back, righting himself and squaring up to David and spitting blood onto the fabric of his shirt. “We all do things with the best of intentions, don’t we?” He cocked his head to the side, a blood stained grin accompanying his implication.

“This isn’t your fault,” Ruby offered to David with a snarl in Walsh’s direction.

“This isn’t your fault! This isn’t your fault!” Walsh parroted with a cocky grin. “God, aren’t you sick of your cheerleaders yet, Prince Charming?”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” David told the miserable man. “And I already told you once. The only way you’re going to set live raptors loose on this island is over my dead body.” David clenched his jaw at Walsh’s cocky smirk, his hand balling painfully at his side where he was sure he had split at least one knuckles because of the sting there.

“That won’t be entirely necessary,” Walsh announced, straightening up and running his tongue over the ridges of his blood soaked teeth. “You see,” he announced, sucking in a breath and closing the gap between him and David even more until their chests touched. “They say there is strength in numbers, which is good for you, because these two ragtag little groupies you’ve got going on here-,”

“Hey!” Ruby protested, matching Mary Margaret’s scowl.

“Oh, no offence,” Walsh nodded over David’s shoulder to the security guard stationed at the door, their matching sand coloured uniforms signaling their connection as he reached for the cuffs on his belt. “It’s real cute,” he said with a pout of his bottom lip. “But you know loyalty doesn’t cost a thing.”

“What the...What are you doing?” David demanded of the guard when his arm was wrenched awkwardly behind his back.

“At least not for me,” Walsh said out loud absentmindedly. “These guys are on your payroll.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Mary Margaret growled with a pink tinge to her cheeks from anger.

“Oh, honey, sit down before you break a nail,” Walsh spat, pushing past her and sending her crashing down into her seat.

The chair rolled backwards a little under her weight and the shy slip of a woman shrunk away from her previous bravado. David struggled against the guard’s hold, only caring that the brute of a man had decided it would be a good idea to touch a woman that he cared so much about. Despite his imposing height, the security guard was much bigger than David, and his opposition to his incapacity was futile.

“You’re going to regret that,” David spat through clenched teeth, shaking his shoulders in one more protest as he was hauled into the elevator.

Walsh sniggered arrogantly, making everyone in the comms room jump when he clapped his hands together as soon as the elevator doors slid closed with a ding. “Now that unfortunate matter has been seen to, and it gives me no pleasure to announce this, but the incapacitation of our fearless leader leaves me in charge as the highest ranking In-Gen official.”

Ruby made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded like she had thrown up in her own mouth and tried to swallow it.

“And our primary objective is to prevent further loss of life.” As if on cue, the elevator doors sounded its arrival again and the doors parted to reveal at least seven new men, all armed to the teeth with equipment and all sporting the ever fetching In-Gen sand coloured shirts. When they started pushing their way into the comms room and began setting up with bulky equipment without permission, it made Ruby’s emotions turn back into anger.

“Who are these guys?” she said with a sneer.

“I’m glad you asked,” Walsh replied without missing a beat. “You are all relieved of your duties,” he announced gleefully. “There’s a new team on the ground.”

“This is insane!” Ruby argued as a man she had never seen before plopped himself into her chair and tested the swivel action as if she wasn’t there. “You can’t do this!”

“So, without further ado,” he continued, ignoring her remark of disgust. “Let’s stop wasting money and kill this thing.”

--

Henry wasn’t sure if the sweat on his brow was from the exhilaration of driving on his own for so long, or from the humidity on the island. He had been driving for a while now but somewhere along his journey, and Henry was sure at which point, he had broken his watch. The face was permanently stuck on the time it had stopped, right about when Graham had thrown him off a cliff and into a river in order to save his life. He should have taken it off but it was a gift and even at his age, Henry was sentimental.

The Jeep was a bumpy ride, the old suspension as worn as it could have possibly been for a car that had been sitting, untouched in storage for over a decade. The ground underneath the almost still new tyres was even more uneven, damp and crumbly, making the wheels spin in the darkness of the forest, and as hard as rock in the open areas. The last time Henry has exited the woodland trail he has almost been bounced clean over the cracked windshield with the change in density of the track, only staying in situ because of his tight grip on the wheel.

Out in the daylight wasn’t a picnic either. Even without his watch, Henry could tell what time of day it was because of the blistering heat above him. The Jeep had no cover anymore, half of the leather having degraded overtime and the other half flying away in strips as he has floored it through the areas he knew were occupied by the more predatory dinosaurs. The sun had only got hotter, his clothes almost totally dry except from where he had perspired under his arms and down his back, so Henry knew it wouldn’t be long before the evening started to draw in.

The paddocks of Isla Nublar were not somewhere you wanted to be after dark.

The ground under the wheels suddenly turned to a more gravel like consistency and the Jeep rocked a little until it settled onto the new road. Henry slipped sideways in his seat and nearly toppled out, but he managed to grab on just in time to see the closed gate up ahead. Two huge rusted iron gates were blocking the path, years of erosion as well as bark like twines entangled in the brittle chains holding them together.

Barely visible through the leafless bindings was a danger sign for high voltage along the fence that Henry knew no longer existed, so, with a deep breath, he slammed his foot on the accelerator until it hit the floor. The engine roared in protest but the whole vehicle lurched forward, climbing the slight incline towards the huge, steel gates. Henry gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, and pinching his eyes closed as tightly as he could, prepared for impact.

The Jeep hit the steel gates but it barely slowed, the weather worn chain giving out almost instantly and freeing the gates from its hold. Henry heard them fly open and when the Jeep continued its forward momentum, Henry peeled one eye open to see the damage. There was none to him, and none to the vehicle, just a powdery cloud of dust in his wake from where the dead foliage had been busted apart. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Henry smiled, letting out his breath and releasing the gas a little.

“Woo!” He declared, drumming his hands on the steering wheel in celebration.

He was running on adrenaline and not much else, every snapping twig or rustle of leaves setting him on high alert. He strained to listed over the sound of the engine, eyes wide and pupils dilated as he continued to drive through what seemed like a never ending paddock. Anything could be there and, in all honesty, Henry wasn’t all that excited to find out what. He pressed his foot a little harder on the gas when the Jeep met a steep incline and as it crested the hill, Henry was relieved to see the familiar compound up ahead where he knew Killian and Liam trained the raptors.

“Open the gate!” Henry shouted but his voice was lost behind the sound of the car horn as he slammed his palm into the middle of the wheel. “Open the gate!” He called out again, relieved but still scared half to death. He would feel much safer on the other side of the huge concrete wall, that was for sure. “Come on, open the gate!”

Two security staff stationed on top of the wall over the gate entrance squinted to see the vehicle as it approached. One cocked his head to the side, clearly confused, and the other simply let his jaw drop open in shock. The whole island was on lock down and no one was supposed to be anywhere except in the main compound or at their assigned posts, so they shared a quick, confused glance.

“That’s a first,” one muttered.

“Mmm,” the other hummed in agreement.

“Do you think we should-,” the first offered but was quickly interrupted by the sound of footprints pounding along the metal high rise boardwalk behind them.

“Open the gate!” Liam yelled, his words bouncing on every step he took. The two guards shared another look, gripping their guns a little tighter. “Open the gate,” Liam repeated gruffly as he reached them. “That’s Henry,” he breathed, a wave of relief washing over him at the sight of the boy. “Call Emma,” he ordered. “Tell her we’ve found him.”

--

Killian had been almost unable to move Emma from the spot when she had witnessed the ACU helicopter going down and once he had moved her to the safety of the forest, in the opposite direction to the Rex, she suddenly wasn’t much for words. He knew she felt guilty, but no matter what he had said to her in the heat of the comms room argument, he knew she wasn’t to blame for any of this. In fact, Emma couldn’t have been furthest from the blame. She was just the face of the island, there to make sure tourists were happy, and like most others, including himself, she had no idea as to what was being cooked up in paddock 11.

Emma felt like the worst person in the entire world. She was trying to simultaneously run the park and raise her son, but somewhere along the way, she had lost sight of what mattered the most. Henry meant more to her than anything, she just hadn’t shown it much. She was ambitious, and it had been kind to her, but at what cost? Now where was she? Ankle deep in the middle of a forest, hiding her tears in the humidity that was slowly washing the dirt from her face.

A hand on her shoulder shook her from her guilty daydream, and she quickly wiped at her cheeks, flicking the moisture away from her face. Killian’s hand was warm, much warmer feeling because of the sheerness of her blouse, and she couldn’t help but shiver a little. She had been fighting her feelings for him, she knew that, and whether he meant to or not, he had managed to wriggle his way back into her heart.

“He’s going to be alright,” Killian told her as he gave her shoulder a squeeze. He swung one leg over the fallen tree Emma was perched on and let the rifle he was carrying slip from his shoulder. He rested it against the gnarled bark, ignoring the way the moss that was growing on top of it was dampening his pants, and sat back with hunched shoulders and a sigh.

“I know,” Emma sniffed, wiping her blouse sleeve over her cheeks.

“Hey, look at that,” Killian smiled warmly. “You believed me for once.”

Emma coughed out a short laugh and playfully swatted his chest, and action that made Killian lean even closer to her in an attempt to extend their contact. Emma let her hand linger on his chest, right where his shirt was partly open, and Killian felt his nipples harden when she brushed over a few of the glossy black chest hairs that peeked out from the shirt there. In a split second decision that would either go in his favour or get him slapped, Killian covered her hand with his, flattening her palm over his heart that had begun a beat of rapid fire in his chest.

Killian stared at her until, slowly, Emma looked up from watching his hand on hers. The tips of his ears flushed hot with adrenaline and he felt his lungs draw in a much deeper breath than before, the slight curl of Emma’s fingertips against his chest making him gasp inaudibly. She would have felt it, no doubt about it, and he pressed her hand harder to his shirt in an attempt to feel her through closer to his skin. Emma’s eyes finally met his, her lips dry from being slightly parted, and her throat dry where she had forgotten to swallow.

“Killian,-” she began, but unlike other times she had said his name, this was different.

“I just need to know one thing,” Killian said hoarsely, his own throat suddenly parched. Like a nervous schoolboy he dipped his head and let his other hand reach around Emma’s back where it began to smooth down the fabric of her blouse, his lips turning up into a cheeky grin. “How have you been able to run in those heels?”

Emma chuckled, the vibrations from her laugh shooting up Killian’s arm and embedding the sensation in his soul. Her hand slipped from his chest and he let he take it, the feel of her fingertips already like a brand on his skin from the one night they had spent together. Killian felt her whole body relax, which was his exact intention when he has so brazenly placed his hand on her back, and it hadn’t escaped his notice that this time, she hadn’t pulled away.

“I have just evolved beyond the need for stability that flat footwear gives you,” Emma smiled. “I’d recommend heels, but,” she leaned forward and pretended to squint at the bottom half of Killian’s legs whilst sucking in a long breath through her teeth. “I just don’t think you have the calves for it.”

Killian had no witty retort, just a single, deep, reverberating laugh that escaped his open mouth as he regarded her with humour in his eyes. His tongue traced the ridges of the teeth at the side of his mouth, and he tilted his head back a little at her comment, enjoying the way she was smiling back at him for the first time all day. His eyes flicked between hers and her lips, dry skin there begging to be kissed like he was the only hydration on offer for miles. Emma was the same, his oasis in a sandstorm, her lips coaxing him closer when she bit her bottom lip playfully, but with all of the will he had left, Killian refrained from following the urges of his own body and pulled his hand from where it lay on her back too.

Emma missed the contact, even if she was reluctant to admit it, and when Killian rubbed at his jean clad thighs and cleared his throat in an attempt to regain some composure, her eyes fell to his hands and his scars there. She had seen them before, the skin ridged and twisted from primitive stitching that she had no doubt he had probably tried to do himself because of his stubbornness. As she recalled, it had no impact on the way he used his hand, but she knew that he must be embarrassed by them because of the way he had always tried to hide them around her. As if on cue, Killian finished his eager rubbing of his thighs and tried to rearrange himself so that the offending hand could be tucked into his pockets.

“Wait,” Emma said suddenly, softly, her thoughts jumping to words and leaving her mouth without coherence when she reached for his hand in an attempt to halt his hiding. “I mean,-”

“It’s alright, love,” Killian smiled, offering her his scarred hand once more when she withdrew hers. “You’re inquisitive, and that’s alright.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just,” Emma began, unable to find the words she wanted. To hide her awkwardness she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and swallowed hard, cursing the humidity that had accented the red tint to her cheeks. “Which raptor did it?” She said finally, enclosing Killian’s had between both of hers and trailing her fingertips over the scars.

“What makes you think it was one of the raptors?” Killian asked her with an arched eyebrow.

“You leave your trailer for work and dating, and I haven’t heard about much of the latter lately,” she quipped.

“Ah, well, yes,” Killian agreed in his very British accent, his other hand reaching up to scratch behind his ear. “There was one that got away.” His scarred hand twisted and his fingers entwined themselves with hers, a wave of panic flooding over him when he thought she might pull away. She didn’t but was silent, unable to express herself over the huge chasm in her heart that someone had once made, one that stopped her communicating her feelings anymore. “It was Delta,” Killian said low, offering her a conversational relief. “I was stupid and, like and idiot, took my eye off the ball for a second.”

“How old was she?” Emma asked, seemingly more comfortable with the new conversation.

“Only a few weeks old,” Killian uttered, remembering the moment vividly. He had thought it a good idea to offer Delta a dead rat from the same hand he had just used to feed one of the other raptors, getting complacent and neglecting to wash his hands between feedings. The young raptors had been fed separately at first, to allow Killian to assess the best way they would integrate into a pack, but caught up in the excitement of his new job, he had forgotten protocol and gave Delta a rat from a hand that smelled of the very food he was offering. “It wasn’t her fault,” he assured her. “But it reminded me of what kind of animals we are dealing with on this island.”

Emma moved her hand towards her lap and pulled Killian’s with it. He let her, the sting of nervous sweat glands under his armpits unnoticed in the still wet patches of damp from the island’s heat. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” Emma told him whilst tracing the lines of scars on his palm. “If I had, maybe this dinosaur would be dead by now.”

Killian shook his head. “It is I who should apologise, love. I should never have yelled at you.”

“Damn right!” Emma teased, gripping his hand harder.

“You do realise you’ve agreed with me twice in the same conversation now?” Killian retorted with a smirk.

Emma just nodded, that stray strand of hair falling forward with the motion of her head once again. Killian moved his hand quicker than she could, smoothing his weathered fingers over the curve of her ears as he tucked it back into place, his thumb completing his move as it stroke her ear lobe. Again, Emma didn’t recoil at his touch and he felt the muscles of her throat swallow when he plucked a piece of tree bark from the rest of the hair behind her ear. The smile of her face was infectious and Killian mirrored it, but before either of them had a chance to say anything else, Emma’s phone rang and they startled apart.

She scrambled for the device she had tucked into her bra and Killian averted his eyes as she did so, only looking back when he heard her answer.

“Liam? What is it? What’s going on?” Emma said hurriedly, pushing herself to her feet and stalking away from the log they were sitting on.

Killian couldn’t hear what Liam was saying, but when she turned to face him, Emma’s face paled and he almost had to rush to support her when she threatened to topple in front of him. Her eyes welled up, pupils dilated so much that there was almost none of the honey green glaze left for him to see. He watched her chest heave before she thanked her friend and hung up, sniffing and wiping her eyes again just as he reached her, unable to bring himself to ask for the news he didn’t really want to hear.

“Is it Henry?” Killian pried delicately, gently holding her elbow.

All Emma could do was cover her mouth and nod, eyes pinching closed as more tears fell. Without a second thought, Killian pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly like he wished he had done that night. Words unspoken told him said she was thankful and that she needed his embrace more than she was letting on, so he just stood there in the soaking humidity of the island and held her. Emma’s hands found his biceps and she seemed to hold on there, her face buried into his chest and every breath inhaling him as she sobbed.

“He’s alive,” Emma sighed, her words muffled by Killian’s shirt.

“I told you,” Killian smiled, pressing his lips to the side of her temple and squeezing her a little tighter with his own relief. “I knew it, the lad is smart, resourceful,-” Killian began as she pulled away but Emma had other ideas when she wrapped her arms around his neck, stretched up on her toes and cut him off with a kiss.

There was no way that Killian could stop his reaction this time, not even if he had wanted to. Emma’s initiation gave him the green light, a wordless agreement from her that finally, after all this time and all of his patience, she was ready to validate his feelings. He cupped her face in his hands, her bottom lip still quivering from her emotional news, something Killian hoped he could soothe as he tilted his head and their lips slanted against each other in a whole new direction and made her moan.

Killian couldn’t stop the growl that escaped his throat when he pushed against her mouth and she pushed back, her fingers digging into the hair at the base of his neck despite its wetness and clutching hard, making him suddenly realise where they were. He had to push his feelings aside, despite his body’s reactions to the way Emma had flattened herself to him, every curve of her deliciously distracting as she writhed against him.

“Emma,” Killian mumbled against her mouth when she pulled his face back to hers when as tried to pull away. “Emma, love…”

“I’m sorry,” Emma breathed, gasping for breath. “I...I’m,-”

“I know.” Killian smiled warmly, thumbing the corner of her mouth. “Let’s get you reunited with your lad, alright?”

“You’re right,” Emma nodded, pulling herself from his arms and licking her lips. “Come on,” she told him with a pat to his chest as she breezed past him on her way back to the car they had left through the trees. “We can wait.”

Distracted by retrieving his gun, Killian hadn’t registered what she meant at first, but as soon as he did, he stood bolt upright only to watch her disappear through the broadleaved foliage. “Wait, what?”

[kindly-whisper-tolkien]

All of these can be found on my AO3 account, whisper_norbury, and my ff.net account, whisper-norbury.

Note: I will be making an updated version of this list every time I post a new story or add a chapter to an existing story!

Please be sure to check out all tags, ships, and warnings before reading.

(Sorry that this post is so long, but mobile has issues with read-mores!)

Afterimage

Rating: G

Pairings: None

Genre: Drama, supernatural

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~4,380

Warnings: Mentions of child mortality

Notes: Alternate character interpretation of Nori

In his youth, Nori took to thieving not because he wanted to own what belonged to other people, but because he wanted to see through their eyes.

All She Has Done

Rating: G

Pairings: Fem!Bagginshield

Genre: AU, drama, genderbend

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~5,900

Warnings: None

Notes: Recently re-edited! Fem!Baginshield in which it has been known amongst the Company from the beginning that Bilbo is a woman, but it is known to only a few that Thorin is, as well.

Thorin did not fear that her companions would reject her as a leader if they knew the truth; what she feared was that they would be too quick to sacrifice themselves for her sake, as all Dwarf men seemed to do when a woman was in danger. That was how they had treated Bilbo since she had joined the Company; but while the Hobbit lass seemed to have no problem with being protected, Thorin could not abide by such a thing for her own self.

And The Water Woke Him

Rating: T

Pairings: None

Genre: AU; crossover

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~2,200

Warnings: Drowning, death, graphic violence

Notes: A crossover / AU based on the TV show ‘Forever’

Fíli should have died when he was pushed from the window of Bard’s home; he should have died when the orc shattered his skull. So why was he now in a cold place? Why was it so dark? Why was he floating? Why was he drowning when he should already have been dead?

The Barber Of Bag End

Rating: G

Pairings: None

Genre: Humor, AU

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~3,600

Warnings: Mentions of death, burial preparations, etc.

Notes: Letter form, epistolary

Dear Mr. Baggins, I am writing in regards to the job for which you advertised your services, and as was relayed to me by a certain wizard by the name of Gandalf the Grey: “Barber wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward.”

Collapse

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Drama, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, AU

Chapters: 10 / 12 (WIP)

Word count: ~65,000 (so far)

Warnings: Mentions of character death (Fili & Kili), fire, underwater danger

Notes: Everyone-lives, Shire, somewhat focused on the Sackville-Bagginses!

Thorin was closed and quiet, bent low under the weight of Fíli and Kíli’s memory. For his two weeks in the Shire, he had never spoken of them, never mentioned their names, never told Bilbo how they had died—but the evening before the Dwarves were set to leave, the walls that Thorin had set up around himself began to crumble.

Fleetwood

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Humor, AU

Chapters: 50 / 50 (complete)

Word count: ~25,600

Warnings: Occasional mentions of sexuality

Notes: Modern / human / family AU; epistolary / journal-form; about 90-percent based on my own family’s life and experiences

A Personal Travelogue Of The Baggins-Oakenshield Family’s Summer Vacation In A 35-Foot 1995 Fleetwood Mallard Travel Trailer

Little Feet

Rating: G

Pairings: Figrid

Genre: Light drama, family

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~1,700

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU, many years later

Sigrid and Fíli’s baby should not have been born yet; so when word comes to Bard that his grandchild is coming two months early, all he can think is the worst.

Midwinter Reflections

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield, with some talk of Kiliel

Genre: Fluff, family, AU

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~5,300

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone-lives AU, Bagginshield-in-Erebor

The Company all sit down to celebrate the last day of Yuletide in Erebor by sharing their favorite memories from the year before.

Not So Bad

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Humor, fluff, family, AU

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~650

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU, parentshield

When your kid decides to do something quite out of the ordinary, it helps to have an open mind.

The Second Death Of Heggi Silvereye

Rating: G

Pairings: None

Genre: Drama, horror

Chapters: 4 / 4 (complete)

Word count: ~7,700

Warnings: Mentions of death; burial horror

Notes: Loose tie-in with The Standing-Stone Of The Sigin-Tarâg; young Thorin plays a part

Óin tells a young Fíli and Kíli about why he decided to become a healer – but the story might just prove too frightening for the boys.

Something In The Wine

Rating: G

Pairings: Figrid, implied Kiliel

Genre: Romance, fluff, AU

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~4,320

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU. Drunk Dwarf!

There is truth in wine – and also in ale and mead. And when Fíli enjoys a bit too much of all three at the fifth anniversary of the re-founding of Dale, he lets that truth come out to Sigrid.

The Standing-Stone Of The Sigin-Tarâg

Rating: T

Pairings: None, though mentions of possible Legriel and Kiliel

Genre: Drama, action, AU

Chapters: 31 / ? (WIP)

Word count: ~122,000 (so far)

Warnings: Major character death, graphic injuries & violence, fire & burns, mentions of premature burial

Notes: Alternate BOTFA, Fili lives; begins with a very different version of the Battle Of The Five Armies; those who opposed the inclusion of Legolas and Tauriel in the movies may want to skip this one!

Fíli grew up knowing that he would one day be the ruler of his people; but when Erebor is reclaimed and his uncle’s sanity starts to fail, he begins to wonder about the Arkenstone’s relationship to the madness of his forbears. Soon, war comes to the Lonely Mountain, pushing all other concerns aside; and when the battle ends and his closest kin have fallen, Fíli finds out for himself the truth of the Arkenstone’s hold.

The Sweetheart’s Dance

Rating: G

Pairings: Barduil, Bagginshield, Kiliel, Figrid

Genre: Romance, fluff, AU

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~1,800

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU

In Dale of old, Men used to celebrate the mid-February holiday of Sweetheart’s Day with a dancing competition; and seven years after the re-founding of the city, the tradition is being revived.

Through This Long Winter’s Night

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Drama, holiday, AU

Chapters: 3 / ? (WIP)

Word count: ~8,300 (so far)

Warnings: Danger, mentions of death

Notes: Modern AU, though I leave it to the reader whether it is also a human AU; ostensibly a Christmas story, but really more of a winter story in general

Three years after becoming a couple, Thorin and Bilbo spend a long winter night separated by the most devastating blizzard to hit Middle Earth in decades; but though Bilbo’s night is spent in loneliness and worry, Thorin’s is spent in danger and fear.

Drabble Collections

In addition to the above, I have four drabble collections:

Bagginshield (5 drabbles)

Kiliel (5 drabbles)

Figrid (3 drabbles)

Transience (general; 9 drabbles)

[birthdaylobotomy]

I took it and I Ran

WIP                                                                                                                      Currently still very much in progress. However, I wanted to share this!

CONTENT WARNING: Alcohol, drug use, violence, sexist/sexual language. In later parts there will be suicidal ideation, self harm, prostitution, sexual abuse,  homophobia and racist language among other thing.

I do not share many of the ideologies my main character does. Remember- you are seeing this through the eyes of an angry kid in the early 90s. He says many things that are, in general, very bitter.

Link to Chapter One

CHAPTER TWO (Part One)

When I resurfaced to my dizzying reality, I was puking my brains out next to a barely lit bus stop. I could feel a firm but careful grip on my hair, holding it back. Someone handed me a water bottle, and without even looking up I swiped it, gulped it down like it was ambrosia. When I could finally assemble the strength to stand straight, I saw a familiar but unwanted face.

“How do you feel?” Brittany asked. Around her shoulders she wore a ratty blanket like a veil, or a cloak. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other as her buggy-eyed stare avoided mine.

“What?” I wiped my mouth and held my gut.

That’s when my eyes picked up the subtle movement of a hovering shadow. I twisted my whole body around to look- and there stood Luke, just as he had been. His giant jacket intact, his blonde hair still short and unbrushed, his eyes still blue. When our looks touched that smile of his returned, and he drew himself closer to me.

“Are you good?”

I held my breath and released slow. “I’m good.”

Brittney’s mildly aching voice cut into my ears. “You were, like, acting nuts dude.” With one of her hands still holding onto her blanket, she acted out an erotic little dance and hop. “I’ve never seen you dance like that before! You looked like some fucking stripper, or something.”

I didn’t respond to her. I didn’t even look at her. “Whatever. I’m fine, I wanna go home.”

I heard Britt hitch her words for a moment, before continuing. “Yeah, I think that would be for the best,” she said, scratching at her bleached and knotted hair. “Um, this guy,” she pointed towards Luke, who hadn’t stopped looking at me once, “He said he’ll take you home. I told him where, but now that you’re a little bit, uh, better, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” I said flatly. Brittney nodded, and for a moment she was stuck on a thought. Maybe she wanted to give me a real goodbye. But instead, with her lips pursed tight, she gave me a small wave goodbye before turning on her heel and swaying off into the dark, dark streets.

Alone, again. I heaved a few heavy breaths and looked at the cracked sidewalk. I could see Luke’s dirty sneaker tapping against the ground. Impatient? Maybe.

“God,” I groaned, trying to compose myself and failing. The world was still smearing and spinning to me, my cheeks still flushed and my mouth nasty with hacked up beer.

“Who’s she?” The way Luke asked was not invasive, or rude in any way. Instead, it was natural. Something a kid would ask when curious, if that makes any sense.

I tried to think of a smart way to answer. “She’s a friend, kinda.” I reconsidered after I noticed Luke’s raised thin eyebrow. “An ex, but we never really dated.”

“Oh.” There seemed to be muffled displeasure in that oh. I paid it no mind- I was too sick to even think straight. “She seemed pretty concerned.”

I tried to spy down the street- how far away could this damn bus be? “She’s a nice enough girl. Just a bit of a psycho bitch when you get too close.”

Another “Oh.” Neither of us said another world as a big blue bus slowly chugged it’s way to the spot. As the door slid open, and the obese bus driver glared down at us, a cough and final spit of bile escaped my throat, landing with a splat on the street. We both shuffled on, quiet as mice.

Luke payed the due with a few loose bills. I moseyed down the aisle and piled myself into a seat. In the process, the genius that I am managed to crack my skull against the window,  leaving a giant bruise I probably still have. I grabbed my head and let out a string of the gnarliest curses I could think of. The little old woman in the seat two rows behind me opened her eyes so wide it was about ninety percent white.

I held my head as Luke eased himself next to me. “Jesus fuck! Why?!” I swear I foamed at the mouth.

I felt a hand, cold fingers, against the tender skin of the bruise. I had thrown my head into my palms and held it there like some giant bulbous melon. I sighed once, then twice. Why did I feel like bawling out of nowhere? It was just like Luke would later tell me- I had been sobbing the whole night. I could still feel the dryness and burning of my eyes. My nose was even a bit moist, and I kept sniffling and rubbing my nose on my bare wrists. My arms still naked, I was freezing too.

Luke felt like a guardian angel or something, the way his fingers guided and felt my bump, and how he carefully touched it to be sure no blood had sprung from it.

“You’re okay, Ryder.”

Hearing my own name was almost like some quiet revelation. I was Ryder, despite my sluggish and clumsy body, despite my twisted stomach and pounding head. All of me was Ryder, none of it was someone or something else. Just because I hadn’t been aware for however only God knows how long, doesn't mean I wasn’t me during that time. And whatever embarrassing or shitty stuff I had done was all me. I sat myself up straight as Luke and his boyish face watched.

“I’m alright.”

Lights passed over us, but not like how it had been in the bush. These lights were gentle, soft. The yellows and purples and whites of the nights flickered over us from the blurred street lights and shop signs. I could see the smears of many a men and women who were down on their luck, clothed only in clothes they had gotten from another, eating only food they gotten from another. To live reliant of the generosity of the bare streets built up such a fear in me, I had to turn my face away.

And when I looked from that window, I saw Luke. Luke, his glittering eyes that were searching so indefinitely within me. What was I? In that moment, what was it that he saw? In that second, however, all I was asking myself was why, why oh God why, had I stopped breathing?

His hand, which had been touching the tip of his chin, moved then, in a slow but  unstoppable way. It went to my chin- no, my jaw. It was there for just a second, but when I think back to it, I always think of how his hand rested on my face. I knew what was going to happen next. I didn't stop  it.

With the deliverance of a loving angel, Luke Evans blessed me with a kiss.

It was swift but it said to me what it wanted to say. His rough lips barely touched against mine. He pulled away and his hand dropped, he looked over his shoulder and then back at me.

When he looked back at me I saw nothing. Did he smile? Was he happy? All I can say is that he spoke, and he spoke with a plain but friendly tone.

“I think this stop is ours.”

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For the writer asks: 7, 12, 13, 17, 29, 33

7) When is your preferred time to write?

Night time. I pretty much have always preferred writing at night. And by night, I mean, like, 8pm or later. Not like, in the wee hours of the morning. 

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

I like writing Hiccup, and that’s probably because I relate to him. Plus, he’s my favorite and I enjoy focusing on his pleasure or whatever. 

Though the couple of times I wrote Viggo was super awesome because his evilness is just delicious.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

I feel like Tuff’s hard for me to write because well, how does one write a character who’s basically 90 percent TJ Miller improv? 

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

This is from my Astrid is a stand up comedian AU WIP, I have no idea if I’ll ever actually get my act together and actually work on it and do it and post it (I’m conceptualizing it like a stand up special lol) and instead of a line have about 100 words:

“And at some point, I get a text from my eldest child, Revna.She’s in her 20s. And she goes, and I still have the text,” she pulls out hercell phone, and starts reading, “‘Mom, my parents are being weird!!!’ Threeexclamation points. And like… what a vague thing to say, right? Especially withmy spouses. They’re weird all the time.

And then she sends me another text, “‘Mom Nut and Dad Nut’–that’s what the kids call my twin spouses— ‘and Chief Dad are giggling in thebathroom together. No idea what’s happening. I’m not going in there.’”

Astrid audibly snorts.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

I guess.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Honestly, the biggest compliment is that I’ve gotten people to ship the OT6 with me. Like, I was just over here screaming about this polyship and half-expecting people to respond negatively to it (because Tumblr is a hell site and also because I know some people who gotten hate for having polyamory in their fics which is BULLSHIT) and YET… I’ve somehow never had that experience? And people ship it too because of me? Like, so nice. 

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favorite angst quote from a wip

once again lemme pull something out from my most painful au

Milligan squeezed a little tighter as Nicholas curled in on himself, burying his face in Milligan's chest, the gasping apologies and helpless sobs not stopping for even a moment.

But more importantly, it was heartbreaking—he'd always been one to hide his feelings, to smile through pain. Even when he had horrible nightmares, he muffled the tears and pretended like nothing was wrong. So to see him sobbing openly into Milligan's chest, practically begging for forgiveness, was awful.

Milligan gently ran a hand through his hair, feeling the tangled curls give with relative ease between his fingers.

It's okay, Nicholas, was all he could think to say, over and over. It's alright. It's not your fault. You're safe now. You're safe now. I've got you.

favorite poetic quote from a wip

im like 90 percent sure i've shared this quote before but i actually love it so much i'm sharing it again for anyone who missed it,

Since waking up in that cold room, he had very little “fun”. His life had been dedicated first to escape, then to survival, and then to finding out the truth, and then to protecting Mr. Benedict and ending the Emergency. He had mission after mission, and very little in the way of enjoyment.

He knew that was exactly why Mr. Benedict had proposed these things, lately—to try and find him things he’d enjoy, things that weren’t work or missions. And he appreciated it more than he knew how to say.

That was Nicholas for you, though—he was always thoughtful and kind in ways so unexpected and sincere that sometimes being around him felt like basking in sunlight.

dealer's choice of quote from a wip

im just gonna be mean and give this to y'all with literally zero (0) context

And suddenly he had no idea how he ever could have missed it—the curls (although they weren’t graying) and the kind brown eyes, the smile like sunshine, and—the everything, his clothes, the way he was fidgeting with his hands, the way he spoke—

“Cutie” was none other than Nicholas Benedict. There was no one else it could be—the narcolepsy would be coincidence enough, but now that he knew to spot it, it was painfully obvious.

The memory continued to unfold even as Milligan only felt numb shock, watching his past self continue to flirt with a much younger Mr. Benedict, and watching young Mr. Benedict flirt back.