#River's Valentine Fic

[riveramorylunar]

𝕄𝕪 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖

Pairings: Headless Headmistress Nora Bloodgood x Human Reader, Ghoul friends x Human Reader(Platonic)

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff, height difference, age difference, yelling & slightly angry Nora

Pet Names/Nicknames: Darling, Mi Amor(My Love), Handsome & Cara Mia(My Beloved)

Word Count: 1,505

It was Valentine's Day and a birthday. Y/N was turning 19 this year and on Valentine's Day. Y/N had a secret that no one knew about at all. She was dating the Headmistress of Monster high Nora Bloodgood. The only ones who knew were her ghoul friends which were quite a lot of monsters. Y/N and Nora had matching rings on their middle fingers that they always wore. On the inside of the ring there was a date engraved when the two got together. On the outside they had each other's initials. Nora was a good 9 inches taller than Y/N making her 6'3 so Y/N was 5'6. Y/N was planning on surprising Nora at work today with the help of all of her ghoul friends.

Clawd and Deuce were supposed to ask Bloodgood for "help" with the decorations in the catacombs while Frankie, Clawdeen, Draculaura, Cleo, Ghoulia, Abbey and Lagoona decorated the whole school. Jinafire, Skelita and Venus snuck Y/N in as the four girls giggled. Bloodgood was back in her office by then and the rest of the ghouls met up with the four. "Y/N YOUR HERE" Draculaura shouted and Frankie covered Draculaura's mouth. "Don't shout it will echo" Frankie said and Y/N giggled before the shorter girl rushed over and hugged Y/N tightly. Draculaura pulled away before looking up at Y/N. "I still can't believe we have the exact same birthday maybe we're long lost relatives" she said causing the group to laugh. "Drac I don't think that would be possible Y/N's Human and you're a vampire" Clawd said wrapping an arm around Draculaura. She pouted causing Y/N to smile down at her. "Well we don't have to be the same species to be long lost relatives" Y/N said before she winked at Draculaura who giggled.

The group made their way to Bloodgood's office that was now decorated with Valentines decorations. "She's gonna be so happy to see you even though she doesn't show it we definitely know she is" Cleo said and Y/N just shook her head while smiling. Once they reached Bloodgood's office Frankie knocked on the door. Y/N hid behind all her friends as Draculaura stood beside her. The door opened and Bloodgood looked at everyone before narrowing her eyes. "What's wrong why are all of you here is there something wrong with the decorations again" Nora said and everyone smiled before stepping aside. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Y/N standing there. Even though Draculaura was smaller she was able to push Y/N towards Nora without trouble.

"Hi Cara Mia" Y/N said as she smiled up at Nora. Y/N's smile widened when she saw a faint blush cross Nora's face from that nickname. Y/N's ghoul friends awed with heart eyes and Nora snapped out of it. "Get out of here" Nora said to Y/N's friends and they all giggled and chuckled before leaving. "Aw don't be so mean to them No-" before Y/N could finish she was pulled into Nora's office. Nora slammed the door shut behind her before wrapping Y/N up in a hug. "I missed you so much Mi Amor" Nora whispered out and Y/N immediately hugged back. "I missed you too handsome" Y/N said right before she was nudged in the back. She looked over her shoulder to see nightmare waiting. Y/N pulled away slightly and Nightmare walked over. "I won't forget about you cutie" Y/N said as she stroked Nightmares snout making her neigh.

"Happy Valentines day and Happy birthday" Nora said causing Y/N to look up at her. Nora was holding a box filled with red and white heart shaped gummies and some red and white roses. "OH" Y/N said before she smiled and took the items. Nightmare nudged Y/N again causing her to smile. "What you want a gummy" Y/N said and Nightmare nodded. "Too bad they're all for me" Y/N said as she booped the horse's nose. Nightmare stomped her hoof on the ground while huffing causing Y/N to smirk. "You two act like absolutely children" Nora said causing the two to look at her. "Well Nightmare is 3 years old so she technically is a child" Y/N said as she sat down on Nora's desk. Nora rolled her eyes before walking up to Y/N and kissing her on the lips. Y/N wrapped her legs around Nora before pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Before they could continue Nightmare neighed and stomped her hooves onto the ground. Y/N groaned against Nora's lips causing the older woman to chuckle before pulling away. "You should really give one of the gummies to her she won't stop until you do" the Headmistress said causing Y/N to roll her eyes. "Fine whatever" Y/N said as she took a gummy out of the box before holding it out for Nightmare who took it and ate it. "Happy now" Y/N said and Nightmare neighed while nodding her head.

"So how'd you sneak over here without anyone seeing" Nora said as she looked down at Y/N who was eating some of the gummies. "Oh I had some help" Y/N said as she smirked before holding a gummy out for Nora who was still standing in front of Y/N. Nora leaned down and was about to take it from Y/N's hand when the door opened. "AW HOW CUTE" someone shouted. Nora straightened up before snatching the gummy from Y/N's hand causing the girl to smirk. Nora turned around to see Frankie and Clawdeen standing in the doorway smiling. "What are you two doing here shouldn't you be getting ready for the Valentine's party" she growled out and the two smirked. "We're already done we're just waiting for the three guests of honor to arrive" Clawdeen said before looking behind Nora to see Y/N sitting on the desk. "We'll be there shortly" Nora slightly growled out and the two nodded before dashing off. "Don't be mad at them Cara Mia" Y/N said as she grabbed Nora's face. Bloodgood looked at Y/N before sighing. "Alright we should get going" Nora said making Y/N confused. "Go where" Y/N said as she hopped off of Bloodgood's desk. "It's a surprise" Nora said as she grabbed Y/N's hand and interlocked their fingers together.

The two made their way down to the catacombs making Y/N confused. "Why are we in the catacombs" Y/N asked and Nora just continued walking. "You'll find out soon" she said before she took a skeleton key out and put it into the heart shaped wall. She turned the key and the door opened. The two walked in and Y/N heard the wall shut behind her making her gulp. "Is this where you kill me" Y/N said and Nora barked out a laugh before looking at Y/N with tears in her eyes. "No darling why would I do that" Nora asked and Y/N shrugged her shoulders. Nora shook her head before they arrived at the huge cave. It was pitch black making Y/N squint her eyes to try and see. "Why is it so dar-" before Y/N could finish candles lit up and monsters jumped out from everywhere shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to Y/N causing her to gasp. "Happy birthday birthday buddy" Draculaura said as she hugged Y/N from the side. Y/N looked down before hugging Draculaura back.

Y/N was stuffing her face full with food when Deuce and Cleo walked over. "Where's Headmistress Bloodgood at" Cleo asked causing Y/N to look up. "She's over there sitting at a table" Y/N said pointing to one of the tables that were far away from the students. "Why isn't she right here with you" Deuce said and Y/N chuckled. "She doesn't like showing her soft side in front of all the other students you should know that by now" Y/N said and the three laughed before Y/N headed back to the table with a plate of human food. Y/N sat down next to Nora who looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "That's sure a lot of food" she said and Y/N smiled before nodding her head. "Yeah thought we could share some" Y/N said as she held out a French fry for Nora.

Y/N ghoul friends all watched as Nora took the fry from Y/N hand before eating it. They watched as the two giggled and smiled at each other while occasionally feeding each other. "They're so cute together" Skelita said as they all watched Y/N giggle at something Nora said. "They're meant to be" C.A. Cupid said and everyone nodded. "They truly are Happy Valentines guys" Frankie said and everyone said happy Valentines back.

A/N:Happy Valentines Day everyone and here you go @notmanagingmymischief

[4pondsinabox]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song Characters: River Song, Eleventh Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: Flirting, Fluff and Humor, a lot of flirting, like they really should just get a room honestly, So Married, Stormcage Containment Facility, Romance, Smitten Doctor (Doctor Who), Sexual Tension, Power Couple, Mild Language, Innuendo, Banter Summary:

The Doctor's birthday gift for his wife does not go as planned. Once again, River can't decide if she's more annoyed or amused.

River strolled down the eerily silent corridors of Stormcage, trying in vain to loosen the thick clumps of sand lodged in her curls. Hours spent on the desert planet Akh-Mun III, uncovering the legendary vault of Emperor Nauhu, had left the archeologist filthy and exhausted – but far from disappointed. Her theory on the mysterious disappearance of his third wife was now proven correct and The Queen’s involvement in the regime’s downfall shed a fascinating new light on The Emperor’s spiral into insanity. River could have, of course, just stolen a vortex manipulator and seen the events unfold herself, but where was the challenge in that? This was a major step towards her first post-university publication. Besides, she had learned early on that time travel was not a suitable substitute for field work.

Most of the cells she passed by were empty, but every now and then River could feel a set of resentful eyes on her. Pausing before the next corner, she placed the flat, circular device in her hand against the wall. It briefly flashed yellow. One of the many useful features found on a Murustec was its ability to rewind the footage of every camera within a five-meter radius by ten seconds, allowing River to slip by them unnoticed. Naturally this was something she’d procured by entirely legal means.

As she neared her cell, River glanced at her scanner for the time. Nearly half past seven, which meant Gregory wouldn’t be making his rounds for another two hours – she had made a point to memorize each of the guards’ schedules within her first week of prison. A shower would have to wait then. Just as well, a long nap was also - River stopped in her tracks, having looked up to find her cell completely transformed from how she had left it. She must be far more exhausted than she thought. That or her exposure to the three suns of Akh-Mun III had seriously affected her eyesight because spread all over the walls and floors of her sleeping space couldn’t really be-

“Alliums!”

Her floppy haired, baby-faced husband popped up out of the center of the mess, wearing a wide grin and a white tuxedo. River eyed him up and down appreciatively. She noticed the flowers themselves were growing directly out of the concrete.

“Genetically modified so they’ll grow anywhere!”

“You don’t say.”

River was having difficulty deciding if she was more annoyed or amused. She really had been looking forward to that night in.

“And what, may I ask, is the occasion for all of this?”

The Doctor maneuvered over to the cell door, only to trip over the crisscross of stems and leaves, landing in a tangle of limbs at River’s feet. It took every ounce of effort not to roll her eyes.

“Well, I was just browsing the stalls at Letos when I noticed them,” he said, stumbling back to his feet to try and regain his dignity, “And they reminded me of you.”

“Because they’re from Earth?”

The Doctor scratched his cheek nervously.

“Well… no, actually. Your hair.” He mimed an explosion with his hands, adding a sound effect for emphasis.

River threw back her head and laughed. Any weariness or tension that had accumulated from the day’s excavation dissolved from her shoulders and she suddenly felt wide awake. Only to the Doctor would such a correlation make perfect sense. She supposed she should feel quite flattered. River bit her lip to try and suppress her mirth.

“I’m to understand you transformed my cell into a garden because some flowers bore a vague resemblance to my hair?”

“Also, your birthday-”

“Was two weeks ago.” River cut in, leaning against the cell bars with folded arms. The poor man looked crestfallen.

“You don’t like them?”

“Oh my love, of course that’s not true; but do you have any idea how prison works? I’ll be lucky to get away with a slap on the wrist after they see this.”

His eyes widened in shock.

“Over a few flowers?”

“I’d hardly call this a few.”

“But…But that’s-” He spluttered, trying to find the words to sum up their predicament.

“You’re welcome to file a complaint but, seeing as you’re the man I’m supposed to have murdered to land me here in the first place, that could make things a bit awkward.”

The Doctor deflated, another unsuccessful attempt at a grand romantic gesture added to his ever lengthening list. River plucked the stem of a stray flower whose blossoms had eagerly poked their way between the cell bars, smelling it thoughtfully.

“What kind of Alliums are they?”

Still pouting somewhat, the Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced at the source of his disappointment.

“Purple Sensation, Gladiator, Globemaster, the usual. I thought…” His gaze lingered on her for a moment. “I thought they were the prettiest.”

“You have an excellent eye.”

She drew closer to him, using a finger to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes.

“You know, there are many ways to celebrate a birthday. I might have a few ideas of my own.”

“Oh?”

River tucked the stem of the flower she held into her husband’s coat pocket.

“Although, most of them do involve removing this dapper suit of yours.”

“But it’s my special birthday suit, why would I-”

Alarms split the air with an ear shattering screech, filling the prison with flashing red lights. Unconcerned, River glanced upward in mild annoyance at the interruption.

“Did you forget to adjust the live camera feeds before your visit?”

“Of course not!”

The Doctor looked offended, pulling his coat sharply by its lapels.

“I’ve programmed the TARDIS to automatically reverse them by fifteen minutes when in range.”

“Mhmm and how long ago did you land?”

“Oh, about fif-” the Doctor blinked. “Ah.”

River raised an eyebrow at him

"TARDIS?"

“No time.”

Thundering footsteps sounded from the corridors on either side, drawing rapidly closer. The Doctor grabbed her hand, pulling them both into the confines of her cell and the alliums that had recently made their home within it. Seconds after River was across the threshold, he turned to lock the door with his sonic before swiveling back to dive into the thick foliage. Unfortunately, his foot had once again caught in one of the wandering stems and this sudden movement brought his flailing limbs tumbling downwards, dragging River into bed of blossoms with him.

 Mmph!

The Doctor spat out a mouthful of petals, rolling over to face her pointed stare. He blinked.

“You know, I’m beginning to see your point.”

“I thought you might.”

At the very least the flowers provided more than sufficient cover, shrouding them both completely from the outside world. River had to admit, hiding from the Stormcage guards in her own cell was a new one.

They were lying a hair’s breadth apart. River’s breathing slowed as the initial thrill of a chase faded and her gaze began to caress every detail of her husband’s face. She’d heard it said before that a Time Lord’s eyes are the only thing that can betray their age on a surface level, but in the months following Lake Silencio and their increasingly perilous date nights, she had found herself beginning to disagree. The way his mouth tightened when facing a particularly dangerous enemy, for example, or how his forehead creased sometimes when he looked at her. Age was not just written on the surface of a person’s face but rather how that face expressed itself. The signs were all there if one knew where to look.

The Doctor’s own gaze had fixated on hers for a moment before drifting downwards. He opened his mouth to say something, but River placed a finger on his lips. The guards outside had discovered his birthday gift and a mixture of surprised and confused voices now reached them. Another low, gravelly voice cut in.

“Focus! Doctor Song isn’t here, we’ll need to split up to search each floor. And for God’s sake, don’t let her within arm’s reach.”

River rolled her eyes. That would be Claude, the head of security. He of all people should know by now that she did not need to be within arm’s reach to successfully neutralize an opponent. Further orders were given out and the group disbursed, footsteps gradually fading into the distance until all was silent once more. The only sound in the still air was their steady breathing but River still couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Was it possible Claude knew her better than she thought?

She realized the Doctor was smiling at her. River raised an eyebrow in question.

“You’re sunburnt.”

A playful finger tapped the tender skin of her nose. River’s body had unconsciously closed the gap between them, and she could now feel the steady thumping of his hearts against her chest.

“Archeologist.” She reminded him, voice barely above a whisper.

“A minor flaw.”

“Is it?”

Their eyes were locked, faces inches apart. His response was so quiet she might have thought it her imagination had the word not been so clearly shaped by the lips in front of her.

“No.”

One hand was slowly tracing a button on his suit. Not here. Not now. An annoying little voice in River’s head warned that they would be entering very dangerous waters if she were to continue the way she wanted, knowing what could be waiting on the other side of the cell door. There were times patience was indeed a virtue, especially if it meant avoiding awkward questions about husbands inexplicably rising from the dead.

“Hold that thought.”

The Doctor made no effort whatsoever to hide his dismay as River maneuvered away from him into a sitting position.

“River, what are you-?”

“I’m getting us out of here, now hush.”

She rose to her feet, shaking a few petals from her hair before stepping over a tangle of stems towards the cell bars. Her psychopathic instincts had been right. Two soldiers stood watch outside and one of them was the familiar, dark imposing figure of Claude. Both gave a start and trained their guns on her as she approached, smiling out at them.

“Hello boys, I believe you called?”

Claude scowled at her.

“I should have known.”

“I think you can put those away, don't you? I confess I have many talents but walking through steel is not one of them.”

Claude, for his part, did not appear convinced. The soldier beside him was much younger, with pale blonde hair sticking out from his guard’s cap and not one River immediately recognized. Must be new, the poor chap. The grip on his gun had slackened but the young man still flicked wary eyes between her and the flowers that framed her cell. She fluttered her eyelashes innocently at him.

“I hope my redecoration efforts aren’t too conspicuous.”

“Redecoration?”

The young man looked positively perplexed and River laughed softly.

“You know how it is when you’re sentenced to 12,000 consecutive lifetimes, might as well make oneself comfortable. Although, I don’t suppose you would know, would you?” She ran a hand over a couple of the alliums nearest her. “Perhaps I was a bit over enthusiastic about the project.”

“Who else are you hiding in there?”

Straight to the point, Claude was not going to partake in pleasantries when a potential security threat was at hand. Which was almost always the case whenever he and River crossed paths. She leveled her gaze at the tall man.

“Are you implying I would go to the trouble of smuggling someone into the highest security prison in the universe when I could just as easily break myself out?”

“Frankly I don’t give a damn what your reasoning behind any of this is. What I do know is that you, Doctor Song, are not stupid enough to risk the consequences of flaunting illegal goods just for the sake of redecoration.”

River, like every Stormcage prisoner on their first day inside, had learned about those consequences in detail, and it was why she’d been so particular about securing a discreet hiding place for her blaster and scanner. It was also why she had every intention of finding a way to reverse the effects of genetically modified alliums before the evening was out.

“Really Claude, you flatter me.” she gestured towards the mess behind her, “Have a look if you’d like, I'm hardly in a position to stop you.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, thinking for a few moments. Apparently deciding her point was a sound one, he gestured at her with the gun in his hands.

“Stand against the left wall where we can see you.” Claude turned towards the younger soldier beside him. “If she so much as lifts a finger in my direction, shoot.”

River tilted her head obligingly as the young man nodded, shoulders straightening. Once she was safely out of the door’s range, Claude strode forward to unlock it. Before stepping inside, he pushed his gun between the first row of stems to separate them, intently searching for any sign of life that might be concealed within.

“Whoever you are, you can’t hide. Not from me.”

Walking further into the cell, his legs and part of his torso were soon enveloped in green and purple. He turned slowly, frowning in deep concentration. Suddenly, Claude stopped, eyebrows shooting upwards. A tremor shot through his entire body and he collapsed, disappearing entirely in the foliage. Something long and circular shot out from where the head of security had landed and River caught the sonic screwdriver in midair.

The blonde-haired soldier outside had been so enraptured with the disappearance of his superior that he hadn’t noticed River move until his weapon was lying on the ground a few inches away from him. He blinked slowly in surprise back at the sonic screwdriver pointed in his direction.

“What’s your name?”

River asked calmly.

“P-Pierre.”

“Pierre, I’m not an unreasonable woman, but I have an important date tonight and would hate to have any complications in getting there. You’re going to help me by first removing your communication device – yes, toss it there – and now lie face down on the floor. Close your eyes and count to twenty, understood?”

River maintained her threatening stance holding the sonic screwdriver, thanking her lucky stars the young man apparently had no idea what it was. Once she was assured he posed no threat, she turned around just as the Doctor’s head poked out of the alliums behind her. Scattered petals and stems stuck out of his hair and his suit was now wrinkled in multiple places. River tried not to dwell too much on what she must look like.

Grabbing his hand, they moved over the motionless legs of Claude towards the door.

“What did you do to him?”

“Venusian aikido always comes through in a pinch.” The Doctor examined his free hand with some satisfaction. “Thought I’d be rusty after the last few decades.”

“I thought you needed four arms to practice Venusian aikido. Or was it six?”

River locked the door behind them with a flick of the sonic as her husband grinned widely at her.

“Two are perfectly adequate if you have nimble enough fingers.”

“Ah, you do have exceptionally nimble fingers."

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in a lesson or two?"

"More than two, definitely."

They were off running hand in hand down the corridor, turning the first corner they reached while the Doctor explained in the vaguest terms possible that he couldn't risk parking out in the open after an "incident" last time. He glanced at her.

“Spoilers.”

“And here I wondered if you’d finally learned how to operate her stealth settings.”

He flushed at this.

“I know perfectly well how-”

The sound of footsteps approaching cut him off and he pulled her into a small alcove from which a familiar blue light glowed softly. The TARDIS hummed in greeting as River placed a hand on the door, mentally communicating one in return. Poking his head briefly back out in the corridor, The Doctor turned again towards her, looking apologetic.

“River, about your birthday-”

“It doesn't matter.”

“But-”

River pressed a hand against his crumpled bow-tie.

“What matters is right here, right now. Let’s just enjoy tonight, shall we?”

The Doctor nodded before frowning suddenly, as though a thought had just occurred to him. Then his eyes widened.

“Hang on, most of them?”

“Hm?”

“You said … most of your ideas did not include this suit.”

River grinned wickedly at him.

“You caught me. All of them do.”

She grabbed one of his suspenders to pull him into a fierce kiss, backing into the TARDIS until the door shut behind them with a soft click.

[fishandships]

i rly wanted to do a White Day fic but i have to sleep in two hours…

I actually wanted to do two - a part two to the Valentine’s Day fic i posted as well as a follow-up to the in-game event from idv…

[femslashfictournament]

Femslash Fic Tournament, Round 1.3

Meant to Be Ship: Marianne von Edmund/Hilda Valentine Goneril Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20454464 Summary: “I love you,” Hilda could tell her with all the seriousness in the world, and Marianne would answer with a sweet blush and a shy smile.

“Y-you’re sweet, Hilda,” she would reply. “Even to someone like me. Thank you.”

The best MariHilda fic I've ever found. Hilda's choices in this fic are just-- so romantic, especially when you consider her personality.

In Other Words, Please Be True Ship: Asuka Langley Soryu/Rei Ayanami Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22080493 Summary: What if Kyoko Zeppelin Sohryu had lived? — A different life for Asuka.

this fic literally changed my brain chemistry, i think about it all the time. the prose evolving early on as asuka ages. the horror movies. the soccer match. the ending??? i'm crazy

Unarmed Truth Ship: Jenny Flint/Madame Vastra, Thirteenth Doctor/River Song Fandom: Doctor Who Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18036467/chapters/42620423 Summary: “Welcome to the home of the Great Detective.” She began, a wide smile on her face as she listened to footsteps moving closer towards the door. “The sleuth who inspired Sir Doyle's tales of his own Sherlock Holmes.”

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[morg-among-the-stars]

Valentine’s Day

Word Count: 1,658

(Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! Here’s a sweet Hobarkley fic in honor of today! <3)

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Payton doesn't get particularly excited about commercial holidays, especially now that he's always preoccupied with one thing or another.

Valentine's Day is fast approaching and he vaguely, half-heartedly knows that he has to get Alice something nice. He's gotten her something nice since they were kids.

But back when he was a kid, his dream had only just spawned in his mind.

He wasn't a politician, he was only a kid with an answer to the question of, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

Payton remembers telling his mom about Alice and talking about how Mrs. Charles always wore pearls around her neck.

Shiny and beautiful.

Those two things seemed separate, completely unrelated, but it made sense to an eight-year-old boy with his first little crush.

He wanted to buy Alice a set of pearls for Valentine's Day.

While he didn't understand the scope of his family's wealth, he did know they had the money for his intended gift.

But Georgina didn't want her son to buy something so grand, she wanted him to give a gift in the scope of his age.

He's only eight, he can gift her pearls when he is older.

Payton had pouted and protested, but he had been given an alternative idea; he could make a necklace himself.

It was the one homemade thing Payton ever made for anyone. He was never into arts and crafts, even as a child, besides the occasional drawing to be hung on the refrigerator.

But he sat in his bedroom, stringing shiny plastic beads together, picking out all the white ones for the necklace.

When his work was done, Payton had hid it underneath all the other Valentines that were to be passed out the following day.

Once they'd been let out for recess, Payton took Alice behind the rock wall near the swings, the swings where McAfee and James kept watch so Payton could have his moment in the most private place kids their age had access to.

Payton presented the "pearls", stuttering and bashful, telling Alice that he loves her.

Being bashful about how he feels is a thing he learned to overcome with Alice and most people later on in life.

But at the age of eight, Alice was happy, giving the one boy who didn't believe in cooties a peck on the cheek.

Alice loved him, too.

Payton stepped out from behind the rock wall, grinning like the happiest boy on the planet.

His future First Lady was set in stone.

Payton made it a point to buy Alice something for every Valentine's Day from that day forward.

He stuck to it through elementary and middle school, but high school is when the idea of buying a card or chocolates became one thing to take him away from focusing on changing the world.

A distraction as opposed to a heart-felt gesture.

Now, in his junior year of high school, heart-felt gestures are off the table.

If Alice feels any heartache about it, she never speaks of it.

She sees the pink and red heart motifs everywhere she goes in February and she pays it no mind, pushing forward.

James, in his love for Alice, sees Payton's dismissal of the holiday and something in him wants to buy Alice something nice himself.

But he knows that won't do him any good, Payton would kill him.

So, he does the next best thing and reminds Payton that Valentine's Day is in two days.

"We don't do that. You know it, James." Payton tells him across the table in the library, while Alice and McAfee are off somewhere else, "Since when do you care about Valentine's Day anyway?"

James doesn't have an answer that he can give Payton.

So, he makes one up.

"She's your girlfriend, it's the right thing to do." Payton laughs, audibly laughs at that and looks up from his laptop,

"In twenty years, when we're all in the White House, this stupid holiday won't matter."

James drops it there, there is no getting through to Payton and his stubbornness.

The sun rises the following day and the holiday he now despises is a day away, fast approaching.

He doesn't like this mushy stuff, the cards and little teddy bears and the roses.

But James' words hit him all of a sudden when he thinks of the way Alice had looked at him through her usual content gaze.

She looks frustrated, frustrated in a way she can't express.

If she expressed it, it would cause a rift and a disturbance.

If Payton truly hates anything, he hates a disturbance in his meticulously crafted plans.

So, he drives out to the local Hallmark store in search of something to get James' words out of his mind and that look of frustration out of Alice's eyes.

The store is quiet, a few people are wandering up and down the isles, picking out any number of gifts for their special someone.

Payton turns to the Hallmark cards and the biggest disturbance in his life is shuffling through the various options.

River has a small stuffed bear tucked under his arm.

Payton goes down the isle, shuffling through the cards himself, watching River as subtlety as he can.

He struggles to find a card that is good enough for Alice.

Half of him doesn't care about this one bit and the other half cares a lot, maybe even too much.

In his third or fourth glance in River's direction, he sees him pick a card covered in roses and hearts.

Payton knows that underneath the cheesy Hallmark message will be something poetic and sweet and from the heart.

Astrid is a very lucky girl.

At a point, River looks back at Payton, in a waiting game to see who would acknowledge the other first.

"I thought you and Alice didn't do stuff like this." He comments.

Payton had forgotten that he told River about his distain for Valentine's Day during last week’s tutoring session.

"We don't." Payton states, then shrugs, "But I felt like it was the right thing to do."

River looks almost proud of Payton for using his morals.

Payton can tell him that James knocked the sense into him in a few days, when this store is all set up for St. Patrick's Day on February fifteenth.

Payton picks up a card and puts it right back, asking, "Are you and Astrid doing anything special?"

The question comes off his tongue and it tastes bitter like an unripe lemon.

River smiles to himself and the bitterness only grows as he goes on about their plans for dinner at the best place in town.

Payton has to think quick on his feet when River flips the question back around to him,

"Oh, well- I think- we're going out. Though, I'm still trying to book a reservation, God knows everyone else is trying to steal my great idea." He jokes towards the end to mask the fact that it's nothing special.

He hadn't even thought about it until yesterday in the library.

But River has how he'll treat Astrid like royalty all planned out and Payton is bitter and envious for reasons his subconscious won't allow him to confront.

He picks up a card that's pastel colored and classy, the same as Alice is.

He can write his own message in it tonight.

Payton drafts up the card's message on the way home. He'd also picked up a heart-shaped box of fancy chocolate that Alice likes.

He feels good; this is the most he's done in years.

He wants to do more in the future, the bitterness from his run-in with River solidifies it.

As dumb as it is, Payton understands the frustration Alice feels.

He knows he won't receive a heartfelt card or a nice evening out, where he's showered in sweet words and love from River and that gives him an ache in his heart.

It's a thing he'll never have and he has to deal with it.

He pushes his sorrows to the back of his mind and readies himself for tomorrow.

Alice is overjoyed with what Payton gives him.

No matter how cold and calculated she is, she's still a girl who wants to be shown love, even in the commercial sense that Payton isn't fond of.

James looks at him, it's a look of approval.

A job well done. His First Lady is happy.

At the end of the day, Payton goes to his locker to put his books away.

A folded piece of loose-leaf paper falls out when the door is opened.

A note from River.

Happy Valentine's Day, Payton. You're a busy guy, so I'll keep this short and sweet...

The note is short and sweet in a very literal sense, Payton feels warm and fuzzy at the brief words River had written.

It's signed, "Your buddy, River", but if Payton squints, he can see where the eraser of River's pencil erased the, "L" in, "Love".

Today is the best time to use that word, but River knows better than to make Payton short-circuit when he only has a few hours to prepare an evening out for himself and Alice.

River knows him well, he loves him a lot.

Payton knows River loves him, it's evident in every word he's ever spoken to him or every way he's ever looked at him.

He is the best disturbance in Payton's life.

In the end, Payton enjoys his evening with Alice; he has a lot to be grateful for when it comes to her.

He doesn't explain to her that a run-in with River and a nudge from James pushed him to be so romantic, he keeps that to himself.

Payton keeps River's note in his wallet, tucked behind his school ID.

Next year, he might be brave enough to sneak his own note into River's locker.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Willy and Y/N are childhood friends turned lovers. After Willy opens his factory he decided to propose to Y/N. Maybe he takes her to relive their past dates and decided what better day to propose than Valentine’s Day and secretly created a chocolate line to mark the occasion without her knowing!! The song inspo for this fic is Glue Song bebadoobee.

ℒ𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Stop this is too cute!! mwah I love u for this anon. So sorry this took me a little too finish ): it was buried in my drafts

You smiled, saying goodbye to the customers as you changed the sign from open to closed. You leaned against the door, turning to the others.

Willy had decided to close early, saying he needed to spend time with you for Valentine’s Day.

“Where’s Willy?” You asked them, they pointed to his office upstairs.

“Thank you. Goodbye,everyone.” You said, they all said goodbye and left.

You headed upstairs, and slowly opened the door. He looked up from some papers to you with a small smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You said, wrapping an arm around him, he smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You ready?” He asked, putting away the papers into a folder.

“You don’t wanna finish up?”

He shook his head “It’s not important.” He stood up, and he laced his hand in yours, you both walked downstairs and outside.

“So, where are we going?” You asked him with a smile, the breeze was lovely.

“Well, first I was thinking we should take a walk on the beach like we did-“

“Like we did on our first date!” You said, excitement visible in your voice. He smiled at it, glad you liked it.

You smiled back, moving to give him a small peck on his lips. You both soon reached the beach, and you both took off your shoes and walked next to the water.

“It’s so nice out today.” You said, looking out beyond the water.

“It is.” His hand left yours for a second, as he picked something up from the ground.

A small crab. He held it in his hands, putting it closer to his face for a moment, before it tried to pinch at him.

Willy flinched at it, but laughed and put it back down by the water carefully. You smiled and shook your head at Willy, and he put his hand back into yours.

You both talked for a while, and then you both left the beach.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” He replied, a smile on his face. You quirked an eyebrow but he took you somewhere he could propose that wasn’t so crowded.

It was a small beautiful trail, and you both walked until you saw a river. The sight was truly magical, and best of all, it was quiet. You could only hear the sound of birds, water flowing, and Willy going through his pockets for something.

You turned to him at the sound, and he pulled out a chocolate bar. You furrowed your eyebrows but took it anyways. The wrapping was pink, on the front it said your name, then Wonka…

“Read the back.” He said, eagerly. So you flipped it around.

“Y/n, I love you more than anything else. I’ve never met anyone else like you, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You have made my life so much better, and I’m so glad I have traveled here with you. Will you marry me?”

You stood, shocked for a moment. He waited for your reaction and you immediately wrapped your arms around him, crying into his shoulder.

“Yes!” You said, your voice muffled against him. He had started crying a bit too. The both of you had smiles on your faces as he grabbed another thing from out his pocket, a box this time.

He pulled the ring out, softly grabbing your wrist and sliding it over your finger. You admired it for a moment before loooking back to him.

“I love you.” You said to him when he cupped your face, he smiled and you kissed him.

“I love you.” He said, you both stayed there for a while until it got dark. Then, he took you home and invited you into his workshop for something.

“This, my love, is going to be the best chocolate line the worlds ever seen.” He said, motioning to the ones lined up on the table.

You looked at it, small hearts adorned on the wrappings and you smiled at him, giving him another kiss.

“Each one is specially made for you. They have your favorite flavors, colors, and little additions.”

“Oh, Willy… I’m sorry I couldn’t give you anything.” You said, suddenly feeling guilty. He’s done all this for you.

“You didn’t need to. Plus, you’re the reason the shops running right now. What better gift could I get than your love?”

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part five

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— five minutes ✧ ( i- )

— need you ☾ ❀

— promises ✧ ( omfg 💀 )

— dating rafe cameron should include ☆ ❀

— silent love ( literally such a amazing series )

— don’t make a sound ✧

— the pogue and the kook ☾ ❀

— best friends little sister ✧

— midsummer’s ❀ ( this is disgusting GIVE IT TO ME NOW )

— frenemies ☾ ✧

— new light blurb: next to you ❀ ( this is so cuteeeee )

— love is a dangerous game ☾ ✧ ( THE ANGST OMFG )

— forbidden ( series )

— good luck charm ❀ ( awwww )

— naughty ✧ ( i want y/n the fawk me wtf )

— hard to love you ☾

— limousine ✧ ( the driver 👁👄👁 )

— and yet…❀

— love at sea ☾ ❀

— can’t sleep ❀

— glory and gore ✧ ( poor jj lmaooooo )

— ambivalence blurb: phases ☾ ❀ ( give me this in life rn )

— unexpected valentine ❀ ( SO MF CUTE )

— night swim ✧

— protecter ☾ ❀ (top tier work, like literally weekly reread)

jj maybank

— i will leave ☾ ( THIS!!! part 2, part 3… etc )

— strawberry ❀ ( living for this )

— scary love ☾ ❀

— mine ❀

— promise ☾ ( oh my fawking god )

— take it slow ✧

— messed up ☾ ❀

— pretty girl ❀ ☾

— for me ❀ ☾ ( someone gimme a jj rn )

— princess ❀

— sweet and salty ✧

— jumped ❀ ☾

— wrestle ✧ ☾ ( oh my lordddddddd )

— nightmares ❀ ☾

— can’t kill a pogue ☾

— underdressed ✧

— i got you ☾

— meet me at our spot ❀ ☾ ( absolutely love this )

— enough for you ☾ ( sobbing )

sarah cameron

— exposed ✧

— lifeguard ☾ ❀ ( why not meeeeeee )

— call rafe ❀

— watermelon sugar ✧ ❀

— welcome home ❀

— kook princess ✧ ( lawd, part two, LAWD )

— the little things ❀

— don’t make me over ❀

pope heyward

— rose water and bubbles ✧

— this ❀ ( idk the name but i LUV IT )

— charm bracelets ❀

— full kook ☾ ❀

— noisy neighbours ❀ ( GIVE ME THIS IN LIFE RN )

— stick shift ❀

— tutor ❀ ☾ ( this is so cuteeeeeee )

barry

— art of seduction ✧

— issues ( ik this is a rafe fic but my blueberry is there so here )

— watch you’re mouth country club ☾ ❀

— softie ❀ ( awwwwww )

— responsibility ❀

john b

— let it snow ❀

— truth or dare ✧

— sticky notes ❀ ( jarah )

— i love you ❀ ( awwww )

— you and me against the world ❀

— always ☾ ❀

— knuckle kiss ❀

— 3 am ❀ ( I CANT ITS SO 😩 )

— pogue bonfire ☾ ❀ ( why not me god? )

— lazy river ❀

— i love you ❀

kiara carrera

— fuck up the friendship ✧ ( it’s kiesarah but it’s so good )

— take care of my girl ❀

— this omfg ✧ ( the title is long for here lol )

— nsfw alphabet ✧

— facades ✧ ( LAWD )

— enough ☾ ❀

— this concept ✧ ( l- l- lord )

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

May 19th

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1. Hii! For the next itmf I was wondering if anyone had anything with wwx resorting to cannibalism after being thrown in the burial mounds?

🔒 the aftertaste of desperation by moonshine (princemin) (M, 4k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Nightmares, Cannibalism, Corpse Eating, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, welcome to my agenda: let wwx have a breakdown, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

🔒 Three Months, but One Day Shy by mondengel (M, 1k, Angst, Gore, Cannibalism, Horror, 🔒 PodFic by flamingwell)

🔒 my eyes got used to the darkness by curiositykilled (M, 4k, JC & WWX, JC & WWX & JYL, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Implied Cannibalism, Dehumanization, Sunshot Campaign, YLLZ WWX, Demonic Cultivation, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Ghosts, Disordered Eating, Referenced Animal Abuse, 🔒 PodFic by flamingwell)

a kind of emptiness by ScarlettStorm (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Eating Disorder Recovery, low angst, Happy Ending, seriously in spite of the tags this fic is very soft, Tender smut, Frottage, Praise Kink, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

💖 the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Starvation, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Body Worship, Praise Kink, ft. WWX's really fucked up relationship with food, PTSD, Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Cannibalism)

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2. Hii! For the next itmf,

A. I was wondering if there are any fics of wangxian during the opium war? Or any fics set in that time period?

B. Concubine wwx who already has children/yuan falling in love lwj? (Who is not the current emperor/king) @songtaegguk

2B)

Red Lotus Blooming at Sunset by janewritesstuff (Jane_de_Plaine) (E, 18k, WangXian, LXC/WWX, LWJ/WWX/LXC, implied LXC / Other(s), Royalty, Historical, Female WWX, Concubine WWX, Harem, Threesome - F/M/M, Porn With Plot, Consensual Infidelity, Voyeurism, Angst with a Happy Ending, extended tags in author's note, Dark LXC) mind the tags

all rivers flow safely to sea by GenerallyBookish (E, 140k, WangXian, WIP, Angst with a Happy Ending, Memory Loss, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Royalty, Historical, Historical References, Ancient China, Historical Inaccuracy, Happy Ending, Oblivious WWX, A/B/O, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Soft WangXian, Jealousy, Idiots in Love, Strangers to Lovers, Concubine WWX, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Jealous LWJ, Amnesia, Mpreg, Post Mpreg, Fluff and Angst)

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3. ITMF!! Any modern au/college au fics where the ensemble( wwx, nhs, wq, lwj, lxc, jyl , jgy etc) is just one cracky friend group that does dumb shit that likes to fuck around and find out @yesibest

if you ever feel alone, don’t by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 25k, wangxian, Modern, College/University, Texting, group chat au, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, everyone is chaotic but especially wwx, disaster bi wwx, Matchmaking, Bad Matchmaking, maybe a splash of light angst just for fun, the most dumbassery u have ever seen, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, an unholy amount of miscommunication really, chatfic, now with a bonus valentine’s day chapter, Podfic Available)

Carefully Orchestrated Plans (no strings attached) by Maledictius (T, 101k, WangXian, SongXiao, ChengSang, XuanLi, MianQing, NingYu, Modern AU, Chatting & Messaging, Orchestra, Fluff and Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Gossip)

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4. Hello, love an appreciate what you’re doing it’s amazing. For the next itmf, There was a fic finder that was asking for wangxian Addams family aus, and I read all of the suggestions bc I love Addams family aus, do you know of any more in the same vein?

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5. Hi all I hope you are doing well and recovery fast this is a request for ITMF I’m looking for a fic where lan zhan is the flirt to wei ying and not the other way around ❤️ @red-spacekitten

Our Eyes on the Road by etymologyplayground (E, 22k, WangXian, PWP, Getting Together, Road Trips, Modern, Intimacy, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Humor, Banter, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hand Jobs, Car Sex, Hotel Sex, Dirty Talk, Rimming, Coming Untouched, Sexual Tension, Come Eating) #5 is a hard one in that I can't think of fics where Lan Zhan is overtly flirtatious like Wei Ying is, so here are some ones where Lan Zhan is pursuing Wei Ying in his own way lol

gotta get lost (if you wanna be found) by Spodumene (E, 27k, WangXian, Modern, High School via Flashbacks, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Underage Kissing, Identity Porn, Dubcon of the Phoenix Mountain variety, Eventual Smut, Overstimulation, Mild CNC Play, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

Love 'em and leave 'em fast by danegen (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern, Set in America, POV WWX, meet creepy, rough but fairly vanilla sex, Bisexual WWX; LWJ FUCKS, not a coffee shop au, not NOT a coffee shop AU, but a secret third thing that sometimes involves a coffee shop)

🔒 Take my heart by LadyKG (Not rated, 22k, wangxian, Fix-It, WWX POV, Time Travel, WWX is oblivious but not THAT oblivious thank fuck, JC is done with Wifi’s shit, LXC is an angel, but when isn’t he lbh, author is biased because of love for characters)

Back up and dream again by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 3k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Fix-It, Time Travel, Fluff, Flirting, Cute, Embarrassed WWX)

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6. Hi, 👋

Itmf

Are there any works where

A) WY parents prepared him for emergency (if they die). May be survival skills or maybe survival kit and alert to a friend.

B) WY parents taught him not to allow others belittle him (abuse)

C) WY parents told him to not become a Jiang disciple

Thank you!

6A)

Forked Path by nirejseki (G, 3k, WWX/WRH, Sect Leader Nie/WRH, WRH & Sect Leader Nie, WWX is more mentioned than appearing, Sir Not Appearing In This Fic, despite it being about him, Canon Divergence, WX Not Raised In the Jiang, Somewhat crack) I'm not sure if this one counts because it's a rare pair (Wen Ruohan/Wei Wuxian) where Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze make a deal with Wen Ruohan for him to take Wei Wuxian in to the Wen Sect if they die, specifically because they don't want him to be raised in the streets or by the Jiang sect.

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7. Hi 👋🏼 Thanks for your amazing work . For the next itmf can you plz recommend some fics where the Jiang Cheng (or both Jiang Siblings) are older than Wei Ying . Like at least a few years, 3 to 5 or more , and they protect him .Preferably a complete work ❤️

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8. itmf some didn't-know-we-were-dating type fics! any where one of wwx or lwj think they're dating or engaged and the other one doesn't know. any manner of we're-just-hanging-out or fwb or it's-just-casual-between-us is good. thanks!

without your new eyes by anaphoricae (E, 66k, WangXian, Modern, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Sexuality Discovery, Self-Discovery, Literal Sleeping Together, (there is so much sleeping in this fic), mentions of WWX/others and LWJ/others, Drunk LWJ, Teacher LWJ, WWX is a… throws dart… computer scientist, No Angst, Jealous WWX, Flirty WWX, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, WWX's Love Language is Physical Touch, Guess what: even more non-sexual sleeping together, the plot of the fic is just… co-sleeping, call it the Nap Fic ™, Podfic Available, WWX isn't so much 'oblivious' as he is wilfully blocking some feelings subconsciously, WWX 'idk how I feel' to 'I'm gonna marry him' pipeline)

so hot you're hurting my feelings by isabilightwood (E, 40k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, Modern, Oblivious LWJ, Didn't Know They Were Dating, no moms were harmed in the making of this fic, mama lan took LQR in the divorce, LWJ Has Friends, all wwx characterization decisions were made to make lwj pine harder for his own boyfriend, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Halloween, WWX's birthday, Sub LWJ, Light Dom/sub, Spanking)

be still, my foolish heart by mirrorofprinces (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Misunderstandings, One innocent rabbit who did nothing wrong, based on a reddit post, Getting Together)

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9. looking for fics where wwx didn't die and was soon made aware of lwj's punishment. wwx going mad about it? sure. wwx nearly wiping out the lans? sure. wwx kidnapping lwj? sure. Any recommendations please

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10. Hi! For the next ITMF post, can you recommend some fics where after wwx gets resurrected by mxy he is in pain and doesn't know what happend and then lwj shows up with the juniors and he's like 'lan zhan, help me' and he falls into his arms. Actually I don't really remember if it's a specific fic or just in the mood for something similar, but thank you for time ♥

🔒 they do not fall to earth by LtLJ (G, 2k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Episode Related, CQL canon, Canon Compliant, Fluff and Angst)

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11. Hi all! In the mood for post-canon fics with a focus on Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling bonding? Thank you!

singing through the dark by twigofwillow (G, 13k, JL & WWX, WangXian, Post-Canon, Yunmeng bros reconciliation if you squint, angst with a tiny bit of fluff)

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

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12. Do you know of any wheelchair use wwx that isn't thread of love? Thank you so much mods for being amazing 🩵🩵🩵

How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 53k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, YP!WWX, twin prides of yunmeng are horrified at the relationship between their future selves, YP!WWX has short hair, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, wangxian get together early, Songfic, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing)

Gentians of Yesterday by KobaltBlu (G, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Paralyzed WWX, Lan WWX)

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13. hi for itmf do you know any fics where wwx knows lwj doesnt love him back? but in the end lwj does love him back. similar to sarah-yyy’s rebuttable presumption verse. thank you sm!

When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending)

Blooming You a Garden Inside Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 66k, WangXian, WIP, Hanahaki Disease, LWJ's inability to understand his feelings, LWJ being a meanie, WWX's first life, Angst, Happy Ending, Pain, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Sibling JC, Jiang siblings, One-Sided WWX/WN, Good Friends, everyone loves mr. sunshine, POV Multiple, JC & WWX Talk About Feelings, JZX & WWX Friendship, Good Sibling LXC)

Regret Blossoms by piecrust (G, 7k, WangXian, Hanahaki Disease)

For you by 10thNoNamePerson (T, 17k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Canon Divergence, No War AU, Teen Wangxian, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Jealous WWX, Soft LWangXian, No Sunshot Campaign)

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14. Hi!! For the next itfm: does anyone have anything with Wei Wuxian getting triggered? I would prefer if it's post canon but everything is fine tbh! Thank you ♡ @menimimimeni

Home, Family; a Safe Feeling by Thinking_of_Wolfie_Fluff (T, 6k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Bittersweet, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Gusu Lan Forehead Ribbon, Gusu Lan Sect, Post-Canon, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, WWX Loves LWJ, WangXian in Love, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Hurt!WWX, Found Family, Implied/Referenced Torture, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-it, Medical Procedures, Fainting, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Asexual JC, homophobia doesn’t exist here, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Wedding Night, Whump) It's divergent rather than post-canon.

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15. Do you know any fic where, when Wei Wuxian dies, his Golden Core (in JC) vanishes?

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16. heyy admins how are u guys? itmf more longer fics like twelve moons and a fortnight by stiltonbasket? thank you! ❤️

The River Runs Forever by Cerusee (T, 257k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, NHS/JYL, WWX & NHS, character death, BAMF WWX, inventor WWX, sect leader WWX)

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17. I wanted fics where wangxian are killers or partners in crime. It could be every type of fic you know. I just want some where they kill and are loving @quwieiidkd

silhouettes to steal this night by moonsteps (T, 51k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Modern, Assassins & Hitmen, Roommates, Rivals to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Identity Porn, Violence, Blood and Injury, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Secret Identity)

🔒 For good by apathyinreverie (M, 6k, WangXian, Modern, mafia, everyone is a little darker, lxc really needs to practice those people skills, general warning for JGS, Domestic WangXian, Praise Kink, Simp LWJ, BAMF WWX)

So Full Of Love (Wouldn’t Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Blood and Violence, Idiots in Love, Humor, Mafia AU, Modern AU, Flirting, shameless WWX, Confident WWX, Explicit Language, Mutual Sexual Tension, dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Exhibitionism Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings)

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[writingmochi]

i only said | a visualizer and a teaser

cast: soobin ✗ fem.reader

synopsis: as you stood on the crowded train while making eye contact with the boy from the neighboring school. light shines into the dim train car as it becomes empty and filled with sand. approaching you is a humanoid figure, who calls you the king and queen of viliya—the island kingdom that is plagued with nightmares that haunt its people which you and the boy are also not immune to

genre: two lost souls find comfort, silent lovers, magical realism, meet ugly, hurt/comfort, adventure, thriller, coming of age, romance, high school au (both are 19 and in senior year), late 2010s au, modern royalty au, angst, fluff, mature content (phobias, trauma, war, explicit smut)

inspired by: music my bloody valentine's "i only said" (1991), txt's 2019-2020 star seekers music videos ("nap of the star", "magic island", "eternally"), and movies bridge to terabithia (2007) and tigers are not afraid (2017)

word count: 361 (teaser)

release: will not write so i can shock you ;) but it's going to be in 2024

message from the moon: i've been noticing a drought of epic and fantastical txt fics lately. so, i'm gonna do it myself :]

p.s. yes, late 2010s are already nostalgic enough that it can be its own au with its own style and tech

part of the loveless anthology

you always experience something weird when the train is nearing cheongdam. it is as if your senses are being attacked in a sweep when goosebumps form in a wave before it calms down. then it starts again as the train approaches the outdoor part of its journey to cross the body of water. the lights inside start to flicker as you see outside to view the han river from under the bridge, yet sometimes, it's not a river, but a beach.

the sky is the clear turquoise blue that reflects the seawater. the view of the river bank turns into sand that's lining the barrier of land and sea. you could sometimes hear the sound of crashing waves from it even if you only see the setting sky as it changes from day to night. though now, that turquoise sky is getting darker and darker, even darker than the sunset you usually see when you cross on the hanging tracks from the cheongdam bridge to ttukseom park.

then you see it: the visions.

quick timelapse of the neon street, crumbling buildings crashing down as their support couldn't hold on, humanoid beings who can fly as they attacked something dark. only the color orange highlights everything before you see flickers of a woman with long platinum blonde locks and white dress, calling out your name as your eyes are trying to focus on her heterochromia ones.

you've always held onto the nearest surface as you glance at the dots turning red between cheongdam and ttukseom park stations, breathing in and out as you felt your palm getting sweatier when you felt the whole compartment seemed to shake more and more as you approached the bridge and let the light from outside coming in. recently, the shakiness is getting rougher and the vision more frequent. but, you've always try to comfort yourself and see the boy across from you if he is okay.

because it seems like you're not the only one to notice all the things you've experienced, especially when you see him mumbling whilst staring at the red dots lighting up on top of the door when the train approaches the bridge.

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[twola]

idk if you are still doing this, if that’s the case then how about #203 "Who let you look so cute today?" + #33 “ I wanted to surprise you.” bc Arthur deserves fluff moments !!

My Love and I Did Meet

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

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Arthur grimaces as he heaves the saddle over his shoulder, pulling it off his mare's back as she whinnies contentedly. He lays the heavy leather over a fallen log near where he's hitched his horse, rolling his shoulder as he squeezes one eye shut. His age is catching up with him, or at least that's what he blames it on.

The sky over New Hanover blazes pink-red as the sun begins to set, and as he scans the campsite, his crystalline blue eyes not finding who he is looking for. But no matter - he knew, if you weren't in the middle of camp, you were at the edge where the woodline began. Before he knows it, his feet are taking him in that direction, purposefully and quickly.

A lightness flutters within his chest when he steps further into the woods, following the soft sound of singing.

"Down by the Salley gardens, my love and I did meet She passed the Salley gardens with little snow-white feet..."

You sit on a large branch several feet off the ground, your skirts swishing as your feet kick back and forth idly as you stare out over the river valley - if there was one thing that this campsite was good for was the view. Set high above the winding Dakota, Horseshoe Overlook was a veritable heaven compared to what the gang had just gone through in Blackwater and Colter.

"She bid me take life easy, as the leaves grow on the trees But I, being young and foolish, with her I did not agree..."

Your hair is pulled back into a loose braid hanging down your back, a bright blue silken ribbon woven through the strands. Arthur cannot help but to smile as he meanders closer, hands resting on his gunbelt.

Not that Valentine was much in the way of a destination, but the last time he was in town dropping off a bounty, the ribbon sitting in the general store's window caught his eye. He thought how it would look in your hair, and before he could catch himself, he was throwing down two dollars on the cashier's table, and tucking the ribbon into his satchel.

"Who let you look so cute today?" He drawls playfully as he steps into your space.

Your shoulders perk up as you turn around partly to see him. An adoring smile spreads across your face as Arthur steps around the branch to face you fully. His large, rough hewn hands land lightly on your hips, steadying you on your seat on the branch.

You place your own hands on his shoulders, leaning down slightly, and smile as brightly as the sun in his eyes.

"I wanted to surprise you."

Arthur leans up and meets you as you lean down to press a soft kiss to your lips, one of your hands tipping the brim of his hat backward.

A lopsided grin crossed his face as he pulls back to take you in. You wind one of your hands behind his neck and gently play with the ends of his hair at the nape.

"Ain't you just the sweetest man in the world?"

A blush radiates across his cheeks, and his eyes dart downward at the praise for a moment before he recovers his wit.

"Only for you, little darlin'."

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a Valentine's Day fic rec list! All of these fics involve Valentine's Day in some way or have a Valentine's Day vibe. We had a very short version of this rec list that we posted many years ago, but as you can see, there have been a ton of amazing Valentine's Day-related fics posted since then. Happy reading!

1) The Valentine's Day Special | Explicit | 1,322 words

Every year on Valentine's Day Harry and Louis spend the whole day participating in whatever kinks they want. This means February 14th is one of their favorite days of the year.

2) Valentine's Day | Explicit | 1,900 words

Louis and Harry are excited for Valentine's Day and can barely make it back to the hotel room.

3) All The Love | Explicit | 2,118 words

Harry smiles warmly when he sees the room with the makeshift dining table, coffee mugs for wine glasses, and a couple lit scented candles scattered across the room. He fills an empty glass and places the flowers in it, setting it on Louis’s bedside table. His smile grows even more fond when he sits across from Louis, seeing the meal his boy has prepared. They’ve only been officially dating for about a month and a half, but things couldn’t be going any better. “What’s this?” Harry asks, nodding in the direction of the dishes in front of him. “Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of mash,” Louis says full of pride. “My little chef,” the curly haired boy grins, leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek before taking a bite. “This is really good baby.”

4) Red Pants | Mature | 2,463 words

One shot in which fem Louis wears his tight little red pants to school on Valentine’s Day, and discovers he has a secret admirer.

5) Love Me Like You Do | Not Rated | 3,964 words

Louis is all in if Harry is, and Paris seems like the perfect place to ask

6) Lagrangian Point | Explicit | 4,055 words

They find each other again the night of Valentine's Day.

7) I've Loved You Three Summers Now Honey, But I Want 'Em All | Mature | 4,216 words

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do. After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

8) Reckless Serenade | Explicit | 4,446 words

Note: This fic features Girl Direction.

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

9) Dancing In The Moonlight | Explicit | 4,587 words

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

10) Keep Your Head Down And Make It To Me | Not Rated | 4,643 words

“You know, if I hadn’t been so stupid 8 years ago, we could’ve been doing this for 8 long years. My sincere apologies,” “Maybe, but now I get to enjoy this moment even more because it’s been 8 years and I’ve never stopped wanting to kiss you ever since,” Louis admits, a light blush surfacing upon his face. “I love you,” Harry repeats. Louis beams at him. Literally beams. “I love you, Harry.”

11) Cherries In The Snow | Mature | 5,151 words

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Harry is not in the mood. So naturally, Louis lets Harry paint his body with kiss marks to make him feel better.

12) Be Mine, Little Valentine | Explicit | 7,435 words

All Louis wants is to find someone who’ll love all of him. There’s just one tiny complication.

13) Indecent Proposal | Explicit | 8,445 words

The one where Louis and Harry reminisce the ups and downs of a relationship that once was, imagining themselves as the happy couple celebrating in front of them, and decide that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too bad to relive their relationship one more time.

14) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,517 words

Cupping one hand over his fist and holding them to his chest, Harry’s nose scrunches hopefully, “Would you want to get a drink before calling it a night?” Louis stares at him. “I know you’re probably tired, it’s just—” Harry sighs, wiggling his hands around nervously. “We’re both going to be alone after this and I really enjoyed talking to you, so maybe this is a little pathetic, but I could use the company?” “I, uh,” he stalls, weighing his options: either go home, have a wank, then bathe the night off, or talk more with the affable sweetheart while sharing a drink or two. Easy. “I’d like that. Sure.”

15) Better Than Words | Explicit | 11,321 words

Note: This fic is the second part of a series.

Harry and Louis have an argument while at the doctors to check on their baby. Then they celebrate Harry’s birthday and Valentine’s Day in their own way.

16) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13,487 words

You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.” Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing. “You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

17) Lead Me To Paradise | Explicit | 14,615 words

No one told Harry that a paramedic could be this pretty.

18) James The Pimp | Mature | 28,255 words

Everybody, please welcome my other good mate and Harry Styles’ Valentine Date, Louis Tomlinson!” 'Kill My Mind' played as the dusty-haired singer walked onto stage from the opposite side that Harry entered. “Thanks for having me, James.” Louis’ light voice carried well as he hugged James. With the grin still plastered to his cheeks, he looked around the bulkier man at Harry politely. “But, uh, I’m a tad bit confused. As lovely as Harry here is, you should probably both know I’m, er, into women.” There was a hint of awkward hesitation in his words. He likely thought Harry wasn’t straight and didn’t want to offend him, which Harry appreciated, even if he knew he had to say his next line despite it being utterly untrue. “The same goes to you, Louis, but I am as well.” James waved a hand flippantly. “Pish posh. Who really cares about that anyhow? Come along, boys. This is my show, so if I say you are each other’s Valentines, then you are each other’s Valentines. Now act like it!”

19) Cupid’s Chokehold | Explicit | 35,326 words

Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[jilychallenge]

UPDATED WITH BUTTERFLY 🦋 FIC added- just FYI me figuring there must just not have been a challenge that month…since I couldn’t find your fic, is a compliment of sorts in itself :)

Dear Ray, Sweet Charms,

As I was looking up this month's sign ups, I noticed something... Your name was not there, perhaps you forgot, perhaps you are a little busy which is absolutely fine! BUT I thought I'd take a look at your Jilychallenge history...

Since September 2022 (two years ago, people) you have signed up for every challenge and have posted within the set dead-lines for every one!

For special events you've even written more than one fic (December Jily Calender 2022) and all your stories have been absolutely lovely!

Let's put them all down here, people check out these fics, their stunning banners and leave your love for a wonderful person who has given us so much !

Back to School - September 2022

Jilytober- no jilychallenge

Nostalgic Tropes November 2022

December Calendar 2022 - Eat Snow

December Calendar 2022 - You Need to Branch Out

December Calendar 2022 - Resting Grinch Face

January 23 - One and One Is Two

Valentine Fic Exchange - no Jilychallenge

February 23 - Feelings keep running the Red

March 23 - Ties That Bind ( Soulmates)

April 23 - Meet Me At The River

May 23 - Mother's Day May

June 23 - Ice Breaker (collab with @jamesunderwater)

July 23 - Midnight Dip

August 23 - A Reason To Fight

September 23 - Sugar Quills

Jilytober - no Jilychallenge

November 23 - The x-Change Principle

December 23 - Mistletoe Adventures

Jan 24 - Fight Or Flight Response

February 24 - Grey Carpet Area

March 24 - The Stag Prince Across the Sea

April 24 - Knight in Shining Armour

May 24- Hockey and Headaches

June 24 - To Take Up An Oar

July 24 - The Co-habitation Agreement

August 24 - ...

... We can safely say you hold the record of consecutive jilychallenges, this post is therefore dedicated to you!

Thank you @charmsandtealeaves for all your jily-challenge support

[heavyhitterheaux]

Private Show (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: PURE SMUT AHEAD 🤭🤭

Synopsis: When your husband is upset and misses you, you will do absolutely anything for him.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a dream that I had last night lol

Do not engage if you are underage

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

You had just taken off your dress along with your shoes and plopped down on the bed when your phone rang indicating a facetime call. When you grabbed it from the nightstand, you saw that it was Jack and quickly answered.

"Hi baby!" You excitedly said as his face came into view, but he was simply sporting a pout which had you confused.

"Pookie, is everything okay?" You asked growing concerned since he had yet to say anything.

"Today was just a rough day and it doesn't help that I miss you." He quietly said and a sigh escaped your lips.

"Do you want to talk about it? It might help if you do."

"No, I just wanted to see your beautiful face and make sure my girl was good."

"Well, I'm fine, but my husband isn't and I don't like that."

"It'll be fine, baby. I'm probably making it more of a big deal than it has to be."

"Your feelings are valid, smush. I always tell you that. No need to hide the way you feel."

You were now taking off your jewelry and had propped up your phone in front of you when Jack finally took in the sight of you.

"Is that bra new?"

"It is, do you like it? Rih sent it to me along with a bunch of other things, but I'll save those for when I see you in person." You answered and Jack instantly smiled.

"You should have saved that one. You know how I feel about lace." Jack commented and you noticed that he kept adjusting and you raised your eyebrow.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"You're bricked up right now, aren't you?" You asked while smirking.

"I'm always bricked up around you because my wife is sexy as fuck. I thought that was understood and besides it's been like three weeks since I've been in you." 

"Then I think your wife needs to help you with that. I got an idea."

"What is it because the last thing I need to get is blue balls. You about to play with that pretty pussy for me and make me cum by watching you?"

"If that's what my man wants, I'll do it. Hold on a minute."

The bottom drawer of the nightstand contained all of your toys and you immediately opened it to reach in and grabbed your dildo that was a mold made of Jack's that he got for you one Valentines Day.

When you came back in the view of the camera holding it, Jack immediately bit his lip and you could tell he was palming himself through the comforter since you could no longer see his hands. 

"Take it out, I wanna watch you. I don't know why you're acting shy around me. This is nothing compared to other things we've done."

"I'm not, I-...."

"Take it out." Jack finally complied and once you saw the precum leaking from the tip, your mouth was watering.

"Much better." You said as Jack was slowly starting to jerk himself off.

"But I need that bra off. And are you going to use the toy I made for you or simply hold it? You know what? Get your vibrator too."

Reaching over once again to the drawer, you took out your pink vibrator happy that you had charged it the night before. Once you came back into Jack's view, you slowly slid your bra off along with the panties that matched it and moved to the top of the bed spreading your legs for Jack to have a full view of you. You could already feel the river forming down below and you took it upon yourself to place the dildo in your mouth to make it wet so it would be easier to insert it.

"Got damn, baby." 

"What? I have to make sure it's wet enough so it can go in easier." You responded while laughing.

"I can guarantee you that you probably didn't even need to do that. It's like the damn ocean down there."

"Well I can't help it if my man makes me this wet all the time." You put it back in your mouth and spit began to leak out of the sides falling onto your chest.

"Play with your nipples for me. Spread that shit on them."

"Mm my baby is eager tonight isn't he? But I can do you one better." A smile graced your lips before you brought your left nipple to your mouth and lightly sucked on it making a moan escape from Jack's lips.

You looked back up at Jack after you had switched to the right one and was trying to figure out when he had lost his shirt, but there were more important things to worry about.

You were determined to do whatever your man wanted in order to get him to cum. 

The dildo left your mouth with a popping sound and you slowly inserted it letting out a quiet moan.

"Mmm, baby it feels so good." 

"That's my good girl. Take that shit." 

"Oohh, oh fuckkk."

"Is my good girl going to cum for me?" Jack asked you as you immediately nodded and focused on the task at hand while increasing your pace.

"Use your words, baby. And stop holding back. I wanna hear you."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm going to cum for you."

"Put that vibrator on your clit." 

You reached with your left hand to where it was and put it on the lowest setting before hearing Jack's voice once again.

"I know your ass didn't just put it on the lowest setting. Turn it up. I want to see those legs shaking."

You complied as you placed your left hand to hold the vibrator on your clit while using the right to keep your dildo going at the same space.

Your eyes were closed, but you opened them to see Jack jerking himself off to your movements and the moans that he was letting out was putting you over the edge.

"Oh shit, baby I'm about to…." You breathlessly said while turning up your vibrator to the highest setting that it would go to.

"Fuck, me too."

Within the next thirty seconds, you squirted all over the sheets and your phone and it took you by surprise since the only time it ever happened, Jack had been the reason for it.

Jack was coming down from his high, but was looking just as surprised as you were because of what just happened.

"Well shit. Look who taught herself how to squirt." 

"I.. don't even know what I did differently. But I'm definitely going to try to do it again." You said while taking the dildo out and inserting it into your mouth once again and sucking on it.

"Fuck, I can't wait until that pretty little mouth of yours has my dick in your mouth."

"Technically it already does baby seeing as this is a mold of yours. But I get it. Do you feel better?" You asked while setting the dildo and vibrator to the side.

"Yes, thank you baby."

"You know I'll do anything for you." A smile graced your face as you simply looked at him and he smirked.

"Right back at you, baby."

You couldn't help but to notice that it seemed like Jack wanted to say something else. 

"Smush, is something wrong?"

"Do you have one more in you?" 

"Hmm, depends. What's next baby?"

"I want you riding it this time."

"I expect a generous tip when I see you in three days." 

"You know that you're about to get a lot more than that. You got some Louboutins waiting for you. Be a good girl for me and I just might throw in a Birkin and another Givenchy outfit."

"Let's get to it then."

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[crispycreambacon]

S-oar Wounds

— ☆ —

Warning: The fic above contains brief depictions of violence, gore and death. Moreover, the themes of this fic heavily involve trauma, specifically PTSD. If any of the following distresses you, please read with caution or refrain from clicking the fic.

The Professor finally reunites the Sword and the Oar after years of being apart. But can they even be together again after everything that happened to them?

— ☆ —

Fun fact! The Oar's piece is based on "Gifu Road Station: Godo, Nagara River Cormorant Fishing Boat" by Keisai Eisen and Utagawa Hiroshige. Another fun fact! The Oar's palette lowkey looks like the gay mlm flag while the Sword's palette looks like the lesbian flag. How fun! How gay even :3

Anyways, Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!! I hope y'all are doing swell whether you're spending today with your partner, your friends, your family, or you're simply vibing. As for me, I cooked up another fic featuring your favourite gay couple! Don't let the oar pun in the title fool ya, this is uhm. I think you can tell from the warning :D

The fic has it all! We got:

An exploration of the Sword and the Oar, particularly how they grapple with their trauma and how it affects their relationship with each other

Honest depictions of, well, life which can get ugly, and sometimes, they don't know how to handle it, but it's okay! It's part of the process

A really cute friendship between the Professor and the Oars! (Albeit the Professor and the Sword uh. Not exactly wholesome especially at the start-)

Hand-holding! And hugs. And general physical affection to even out the amount of drama radiating from this fic

A happy ending! Because they deserve it god DAMN IT

If all of that sounds like up your alley, you can click here to read the fic, click the title or search "S-oar Wounds" by crispycreambacon on AO3. This was a very interesting and cathartic piece to write, and I hope you get even a fraction of that catharsis while reading it too.

Thank you for showing interest in the fic, and even if you don't end up reading it, I hope you enjoy the art. Have a lovely day, everyone!

[fushiglow]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "fushiglow "?

It's been a long time since I read any fic from a fandom other than JJK, so I can only think of JJK fic! Here are some that immediately come to mind (all SatoSugu to varying degrees), though I know I've missed a whole bunch off the list because this fandom is so talented:

yesterday in boldface by @chuuyasoup (any of their fic tbh)

The swallow builds its own indent. by No_Ir (any of their fic too)

愛のある場所; river of light (that brings me to you) by @yuzudetergent

coanda effect by @bunnieshoneys

the wine-dark sea (this body is not a home) by adlvnam

Split/Start by @ohsocyanide

Choke. by @valleykey

halley's comet

saturday night live by @wen-qings

Falling in love is easy. Admitting it is not. by @ellionwrites

As You Wish by @haha-funny-valentine

planetarium hypothesis (and the follow up) by @patrochlus

I will put a fic rec page/post together eventually! Also, no particular story behind the username — simply that greaterglow is my AO3 username and Megumi is my best boy. Hence, "fushiglow" which is a homophone for "Fushiguro" if you katakanise the word ♥

[holyratrimony]

Bergamot Baths and Soft Sheets

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’ve been bedridden with a fever for almost a week when Arthur decides you need a bath and a proper bed

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: non-descriptive nudity, not beta read

A/N: Thank you so much to @cowboydisaster for this request, I really enjoyed writing this soft, sweet fic :)

The steaming, bergamot-scented water lapped at your collarbone as you sunk deeper into the tub. Your muscles that ached after almost a week of doing nothing but laying on your stiff cot began to relax ever so slightly. 

You’d been bedridden with a fever for almost a week now. You’d fallen in the river on the way down from Colter. The wagon hit a rock as you crossed one of the many cool mountain streams. The movement was enough to knock you from the back of the wagon where you sat with the other girls. 

The water was freezing, weighing down your layers of dress, and saturating your petticoats. As Arthur was caught at the back of the procession with Charles and Hosea, Javier had been quick to pull you from the river. Placing you back in the wagon as Abigail and Miss Grimshaw fussed over you. 

But despite the warm blankets they wrapped around your shoulders after you shed your soaked layers, you fell ill with a fever not even a day later. The cot you usually shared with Arthur became solely yours when the heat started to rise beneath your skin. 

After days of being caught between waking and sleeping, Arthur insisted that you needed to get a bath and a real bed to sleep in. You quickly agreed to his suggestion, your body feeling fractionally better at the promise of sweet soaps and a soft mattress. 

Arthur had gathered you onto his horse, Rowan, a towering black shire, and held you to his chest as the two of you made your way to the nearby town of Valentine. When you arrived in front of the hotel he had helped you down from the horse, and taken you inside, requesting a bath and a room from the man behind the desk.

Now you melted into the soapy water, the feeling soothing your skin. As you rested your head on the lip of the tub, you heard a knock at the door.

Where you’d been expecting the light, gauzy voice typical of a bath girl, Arthur’s low timber filled the air. “Ya wan’ any help in there?” 

“That’d be lovely,” your voice was slightly scratchier than normal, due to lack of use. 

The door creaked open, Arthur entering with it. He quickly closed it behind him to keep your naked body from the eyes of any passers-by. He looked handsome in the low light of the room, his green eyes shining just beneath the brim of his gambler's hat. 

He crossed the space between the door and the bath in just a few strides before crouching down next to it. 

“Hello, darlin’,” his voice drawled, a small smile gracing his handsome features as his hand reached out, brushing against your cheek. Your eyelashes fluttered as his fingers caressed your feverish skin. Despite being sweethearts for the better part of three years, you still felt butterflies when he touched you. You leaned into his touch slightly echoing back his greeting. 

“You need a hand washin’?” You nodded gently at the question. 

Through your lidded eyes, you watched him roll up the sleeves of his blue shirt. His tan forearms were roped with muscle, muscle that rippled with each small movement. You studied him closely as he grabbed the sponge and soap that had been placed near the tub. 

“You checkin’ me out, woman?” His voice was light and teasing as he shot a faux stern look in your direction.

You nodded in response, grinning lazily as you leaned your head back against the rim of the tub. “How could I not?”

His rough and calloused hands were contradicted by the soft and soapy sponge as he began to scrub your arm. He started near the shoulder, making light gentle circles, creating a thick and foamy lather on your skin. 

A deep and content sigh left your lips as you felt the grime and sweat of the past week be washed away by loving hands. 

You began to get lost in the drag of the sponge on your skin, only really coming back when his hand disappeared into the water, his grip wrapping delicately around your ankle. He pulled it out of the depths, resting your heel on the edge of the tub, the murky water helping you keep your modesty. He moved the sponge across your calf first, the small circles he traced sent a tingle through your body. 

Each brush of the soap over your fevered skin sent relief and relaxation through you. The love the man felt for you was communicated through every touch of his skin against yours. 

Arthur meticulously worked his way up your leg, each swipe inching higher and higher. While normally touch like this would get you riled up, now it seemed to just be drawing you closer and closer into the arms of sleep. The soothing patterns he traced along with the sweet nothings that left his lips lulled you into a middle state between asleep and awake. 

What brought you back to alertness was not when Arthur placed your legs back in the water, nor when his touch left your skin, but when you felt a brush of his lips against your forehead. Then followed by his hands on your shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles there. You couldn’t quite stop the soft groan that left your lips as he massaged away the deep ache that had settled into your upper body. 

The sickness and exhaustion that had settled into your body over the past week had been eased by the warm water, instead being replaced with a drowsy contentedness. 

“How’re you feelin’ now, darlin’?” Arthur’s voice was gentle as he spoke. 

“Like a new woman,” you joked lightly, your eyes opening slightly. 

“The water’s goin’ cold. Think it might be time we getcha to bed.”

You nodded in response. You felt Arthur’s hands leave your shoulders as he stood up, stretching his arms. “D’ya want help getting dressed?”

Again you nodded, extending your arm out for him to help you rise out of the tub. He had grabbed one of the towels the hotel provided and began to help you dry off. He was just as gentle as when he helped you wash, touching you as if you were something precious and delicate. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, the words barely loud enough for you to make out.

The room he rented was right across from the bath, meaning you were unlikely to run into other people. Arthur helped you put on your chemise, the fabric was thin and light on your warm skin. He gathered the rest of your clothes in his arms before reaching for the door.

The two of you were quick darting into the hotel room, the door shutting solidly behind you. The room wasn’t anything fancy but compared to the cot you spent most of your nights on, it seemed lavish and extravagant. Arthur pulled back the sheets on the bed, gesturing for you to get in. 

The linens were soft against your freshly scrubbed skin. As you burrowed into the blankets, Arthur took a seat on the single chair in the room. You shot him a questioning look over the edge of the sheets.

“Now jus’ what are you doin' all the way over there, cowboy?” you teased.

“Well seein’ as yer still sick I thought I’d give ya some space, darlin’” 

“There’s plenty of room for both of us. Now quit bein’ chivalrous and come to bed.” 

He shook his head at your insistence, a small smile playing across his face. He stood from the chair, the candlelight in the room illuminating his body in soft, golden hues. You watched like a hawk as he stripped down to his union suit. 

Despite your body being heavy with sleep, you managed to lift the blankets for him, allowing him to slide in next to you. You turned towards him, the two of you laying face to face. 

“Thank you for this, Arthur. I needed it.” Your voice was soft as you stared into his jade-colored eyes. 

His hand moved to caress your cheek, his gaze dripping with fondness. “I’d do anything fer you darlin’.” 

Despite the sickness still residing in your body, you felt a peace and calm that you hadn’t felt for many years. The two of you, alone, in a real bed, with no gang or Pinkertons to worry about, it made you crave a different way of life. But those thoughts became fuzzy as the veil of sleep overtook you and your dear cowboy held you in his arms.