#Set Bookmark Rules

[quoththemaiden]

You ever read a fic and realize a month later that you've fully accepted part of it as headcanon because it's just that good?

The fic: Factory Settings

The author: Anonymous

The quote:

This is how Crawly learns that Hell will also not be implementing a suggestion box any time soon (at least, not until he explains how to make the concept fruitless and cruel), because Satan responds to this input by picking him up and tossing him back into the fire. It makes an effective point to the rest of the Dark Council, though Crawly himself doesn't really learn anything except that he'd rather keep as far away from Satan as possible going forwards. When he manages to get out of the flames again, there's a war on. They stick him in the lowest rung of the most miserable cannon fodder demons, where he utterly fails to distinguish himself as any kind of worthwhile fighter, but manages to rise through some of the ranks simply by virtue of not dying among his fellows every time Satan decides to just throw wave after wave of bodies at the Enemy. Eventually he gets command of his own battalion, which he approaches as a kind of a puzzle where Satan or the Dark Council will tell them to do things that will definitely get them obliterated by Heaven's forces, and Crawly tries to figure out how to not actually do those things or get obliterated without also being caught out and punished by Hell. They promote him some more, until he says the wrong thing and gets demoted back to the bottom again. In this way Crawly learns that there is a trick to getting ahead. Beneath a certain point, evading attention (and therefore punishment) is still a viable option, whilst getting above a certain point lowers the odds of meeting a grisly end. Get too high and they start keeping too close of an eye on him and expecting him to do things he'd rather not, and noticing if he doesn't, so it's better not to reach that point. But stay too low and it doesn't matter if they're noticing him or not, they'll just throw him directly into trouble as an expendable body. It takes finesse to succeed enough to not be on the front lines while failing enough to not be immediately promoted to a command position either, and one of the most useful things he discovers is how many other demons will just lie and take credit for his accomplishments if he doesn't step in and stop them. Then they get the promotions and Crawly stays under the radar, and everyone wins. Well, no, actually everyone suffers and it's awful and miserable and he hates every single moment of it. But he manages.

Maybe season 3 will spell out what Crowley's ranking in the demonic hierarchy had been in season 1, but if that doesn't happen, this is getting my vote.

[youtappedout]

[kamil-a]

artfighters whats the etiquette vibe is it weird to attack ppl you have 0 connection to. many ppl have minor in bio is it weird for an adult to draw a kids oc. can i just draw some furry i saw randomly etc etc etc

[aureatelys]

hotch being super touchy with bau!reader during a night out with the team and like cannot wait until they’re home or something ? (idk if this helps!!)

citrus

pairing: aaron hotchner/fem!bau!reader w.c. 1.5k c.w.: fluff!! suggestive content, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, needy touchy hotch <3

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i realize now while typing this that you may have been asking for horny hotch but instead i give you needy hotch with a touch of horny. not my best work but i hope you like it <33

You first start to suspect something’s wrong when Hotch sits next to you on the jet.

Not that Hotch sitting next to you was an abnormal occurrence, however ever since you two came clean about your relationship with the rest of the team, both of you made the effort to maintain as professional as possible. Which meant not sharing hotel rooms even though you’re sure the budget manager wouldn’t complain, no favoritism, and no PDA.

The no PDA rule was particularly difficult for you because, how could you not touch him?

The team had just finished up a kidnapping case in Florida. Nearly two weeks of suffocating in the humidity and dealing with swarms of mosquitos every time you stepped outside of the precinct. The relief from being in a familiar setting and the working AC is tangible when you plop down into a window seat facing the front of the cabin.

When you notice Hotch approaching you and taking the seat next to yours, you barely hide the surprise on your face. Hotch just merely raises an eyebrow at you before he jumps into debriefing.

Afterwards, when everyone has either fallen asleep or victim to playing chess with Spencer, Hotch knocks his knee against yours.

You look up from your book, a question forming on the tip of your tongue, when you notice Hotch hunched over his files and eyebrows creased in concentration.

It must have been an accident, you think. Except he does it again.

“You okay?” you ask, placing your bookmark and setting your book aside. It’s not like you were paying attention anyway, having had read the page at least two times by now.

“Fine,” he mutters, not unkindly, before scribbling something at the bottom of a file and moving onto the next one.

The past two weeks had been difficult for everyone, and the week before wasn’t any easier. You assume that Hotch was just itching to go back to your shared apartment to check on Jack before passing out in your bed.

And then he bumps against your knee again.

You don’t say anything this time, instead picking up your book and hitting your knee back against his. You just barely catch the corners of his mouth quirking up.

-

You could’ve sworn Hotch was going to decline tagging along with you when you decided to go out to O’Keefe’s with the rest of the team as soon as you landed. You were even expecting a glare, silently telling you that everyone needs to go home to get some rest and that he is driving you two back to the apartment whether you like it or not.

You start to think Hotch is really up to something now when he shrugs and agrees to tag along with you, promising just one drink.

And then, Hotch rests his arm on the console while driving, his hand worryingly close to your thigh despite Reid and JJ sitting in the backseat. Then, he’s placing a large hand on the small of your back when you’re walking into the bar, causing a shiver to run up your spine despite the warm evening air. Then, he sidles up next to you in the booth, thighs pressing against each other and his wide shoulder brushing against yours. It’s a lot of touching, which you’re clearly fine with, but touching from Hotch, at work, several times in the span of 30 minutes?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, having to lean in to be heard over the music even with his good ear.

Hotch raises his eyebrows at you over his drink. “I told you, I’m fine.”

And it’s like you’re able to see the idea form in his head, having spent so much time with him on and off the clock that you’ve luckily gotten better at reading him.

You still nearly jump out of your seat when Aaron places his warm hand on your thigh, underneath the table where nobody else was able to see.

You’ve gotten used to how touchy Aaron can be behind closed doors. At home, he’s constantly touching you—an arm around your waist, a finger tracing the curve of your jaw, or a kiss pressed at the crown of your head.

But this? A hand on your thigh at a bar in front of your coworkers?

You can feel the heat of his palm seep through your pants, annoyingly close to where you really want him the most. Is that what this is about?

“You two lovebirds alright over there?” Emily calls from the other side of the table, looking spectacularly sober despite you witnessing her downing shot after shot.

The sudden weight of 7 different pairs of eyes on you has you even more frazzled because Aaron’s hand only squeezes the flesh of your thigh while he glances at you casually, his free hand wrapped around an old-fashioned.

“Just talking about how I need another drink,” you say, hoping that your voice doesn’t sound as strained to them as it does to you. And technically it is true as you shake your glass to emphasize the ice cubes clinking around with no fruity drink accompanying it.

When you notice Garcia’s mouth open to volunteer to come with you, you scramble up out of the booth, glad that you chose the outside spot, and weave your way through the crowd to the bar. You try to ignore the way the right side of your body suddenly feels colder without Hotch’s body pressed up against yours.

You’re waiting for your drink when you feel a hand snake around your waist. The only thing keeping you from spinning around to maybe unethically flash your badge is the familiar weight of Hotch’s palm pressed against your hip and the citrusy smell of whiskey on his breath against your ear.

A giggle bubbles out of you, instinctively leaning back against his chest. You’re secretly glad that he left his suit jacket in the car, leaving you to ogle the way the crisp white dress shirt stretches over his shoulders. “Seriously, what is with you today?”

His lips ghost over your ear, the low tone of his voice making your knees weak. “I’m not allowed to touch my girlfriend?”

Girlfriend. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of hearing that.

You lean even harder into him, one of your hands coming down to grab at his toned forearm as you reach for your finished drink. “Of course you can. I just can’t remember the last time you’ve been this touchy in front of everyone, or ever really.”

“I don’t hear any complaints.”

“I might start if you don’t kiss me.” And it’s mostly to just poke fun at him because Hotch hasn’t even held hands with you in front of the team, much less kiss you in a crowded bar with them undoubtedly watching and whispering amongst themselves.

You’re expecting Hotch to huff a laugh against your ear, letting go and stepping away from you. Maybe even him holding your hand while he leads you through the dance floor and back to your booth to humor you.

You don’t expect Hotch’s free hand to come up and cradle your chin, tilting your face towards his almost uncomfortably to press his lips against yours. It’s soft, chaste even, but the fact that he’s kissing you in front of your colleagues and strangers, in a crowded bar with the loud music nearly thrumming through your veins, makes you feel hot all over.

His arm tightens around you, spinning you around until you’re facing him, and he swallows the gasp you unintentionally let out as he deepens the kiss, your mouth instinctively parting. You’ve been dating for months but kissing him still feels like that very first time in his office, the hard edge of his desk digging into your hip and the glow of the sunset highlighting the clear affection in his eyes.

When you pull back, you notice a pink tinge high on his cheeks and the way his tongue peeks out to lick his lips, as if chasing the taste of your fruity cocktail. “What was that for?”

“Just letting you know that I can’t wait to take you home,” he says, pulling you until the entire line of your body is pressed against his. Your hand unconsciously comes to rest on his chest and you’re not sure if you can feel the bass line for the song playing or the thudding of his heart.

His hands start trailing down to your ass and you seriously wonder how touchier he can get.

But, like you realized earlier, it’s been weeks since you’ve had alone time with Hotch. So, you untangle yourself from him despite his protests and slip your hand in his pocket to retrieve the car keys. You grin when it’s Hotch’s turn to jump.

“I’ll meet you at the car?”

“I already said bye to them for us, let’s go.”

And then he’s pulling you towards the exit with his thick fingers wrapped around your wrist. You barely have the chance to peer over the moving crowd to see the rest of your team waving at you, wearing shit-eating grins.

[boycock-boycunt-boyslut]

Damn You Erogenous Zones!

sub sunday x dom gn reader warnings/content: teasing, praise kink (sunday receiving), exhibitionism, ruined orgasm, halovian wings function as erogenous zones, no actual penetration lol, sunday is part of the express word count: 1695

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

Halovians… beings with striking wings and beautiful halos that're a symbol of the entire species. While the beautiful halo is intangible unless in the dreamscape, the wings are not. The wings are touchable. Very, very touchable.

You've lacked any interest in touching a halovian's wings for your entire life. Other than a passing thought of how the feathers would feel, it just wasn't any of your business.

That was, until, you started dating Sunday, a halovian. Curiosity to feel how his wings felt seemed to have consumed you.

How did his feathers feel? Were they silky or not? Would he enjoy it if you preened him?

Are his wings sensitive?

You kept your curiosity to yourself for several days, until now. The express family all doing their own thing within their own rooms, you and Sunday left alone in the parlor car together. You both sit on one of the red couches, leaning into each other. Your eyes drift from your phone to Sunday, him reading some kind of book from the archives. You look at his hair, the messy silver locks, to his wings. The silver feathers that you've been curious about for days on end. Sunday suddenly moves, now his eyes looking into yours.

"Is something wrong, my dear?" he suddenly speaks,  making you flinch in surprise. He lets out a chuckle at your reaction, his hands gently setting a bookmark in his book and setting it aside.

You recover from the slight shock, "mmm… not really. I just have a bit of a question, if you don't mind."

He nods, urging you to continue.

"Would it be alright if I… touched your wings?"

A sound of surprise comes from Sunday. His wings curl into themselves slightly. Maybe you said something you shouldn't have?

"It's alright if you don't want to, Sunday! I've just been curious about it, you know," you try to explain.

Sunday's eyes widen, raising up his hands, "no, no it's alright, my love. I just didn't expect you to ask the question," he looks around the parlor car, as if someone is hiding away from you two, "a halovian's wings are quite… sensitive. Since we're out in the open and someone could see, it's a bit…"

Oh…

Ohhhh…

That's one of your questions answered.

A mischievous smile spreads across your face, "Sensitive you say? Well… Dan Heng is in the archives, Miss Himeko and Mr. Yang are in their rooms, March and the twins are forcing Pom-Pom to try on outfits in March's room. I'm sure we'll be alright."

Sunday lets out a shaky sigh. He sets his book beside him. His wings stretch out, nonverbally inviting you to touch them. You reach out, your fingertips about to brush against the feathers. Your eyes dart to Sunday's hooded ones.

"Are you sure it's alright, dove?

The pet name makes Sunday's face heat up, his voice sounding a bit weaker than previously, "of course, dear."

You reach forward, fingertips coming in contact with his feathers. You stroke the silky feathers of Sunday's carefully. Your fingers dance on the edges of them. Engrossing yourself in the feeling of the feathers. Even with those slightest touches have a deep blush spreading across the halovian's face. It brings a smile to you as you continue on.

Ever since Sunday had joined the express, you saw the condition of his feathers improve. Sunday tried to always keep his feathers perfect when he was in Penacony, but the stress of being the head had made him pluck his feathers out. It was something he had confided in you after you had gotten together. Your hand drifts closer to the base of Sunday's wings as you lean closer to his ear. Your breath fans against Sunday's ears. The man lets out a gasp, his thighs rubbing together.

"You're so handsome, you know that?" your words float into Sunday's ear as he lets out a whimper. The praise seemingly getting him even more excited. It makes you continue.

"You're so, so good for me, my dove. Letting me do this to you…"

"W-wait- love-" Sunday pants out as you rub more vigorously on his wing.

You pout at him, still continuing your ministrations. You lean closer to Sunday, your other hand reaching towards the untouched wing. To avoid an awkward position, you swing your leg over Sunday's lap to situate yourself better. You settle onto his lap, both of your hands touching Sunday's wings. The new position makes Sunday groan. He leans back against the couch, his hands reaching to your hips. Though, your voice stops him.

"No touching, dove. Not me or yourself. You can keep your hands to yourself, right?" you question him with an innocent voice.

He lets out a whimper, but nods to you.

"Good boy," you give a kiss to Sunday's nose as you lean closer, Sunday jolting as you do so.

His hands grip onto the couch like a lifeline as you continue. You continue to touch his feathers. Your hand on his right wing touches the longest feathers farthest from the base. Running your fingers along the silkiness of them, enjoying the texture of them. You massage the base of his left wing, feeling the smaller feathers and his piercings with the other.

"How'd it feel getting piercings on your wings when they're this," you emphasize your words by pressing against the base of Sunday's left wing, "sensitive?"

"I- it-" Sunday tries to speak. However, he's cut off by the sound of his own pants unzipping. Your right hand brushing over his hard-on.

"I mean, look at you. You're hard already and I haven't even tried to touch you here."

Your teasing makes Sunday close his eyes from embarrassment. You lean forward, a smirk on your face as you give a kiss to the tip of his nose. Sunday's eyes slowly open as you press your foreheads together.

Sunday always looks adorable when he's desperate. It's not something he'd show everyone, after all. This more submissive, way less controlling side. When he gets like this, pliant and willing to accept everything you'd do, you can't help but fall in love with him more. You study his face more. His hooded eyes now clear with a want for your touch and a need for release. His wings that look more than a bit messy because of your musings with them. The deep red blush that decorates his usually composed face.

"You're beautiful, you know that, Sunday?" your voice is softer as you speak.

Sunday's eyes widen at your words. He leans back, back pressing into the couch, from surprise at your words. You feel him twitch at the praise. Your right hand is still pressed against the prominent bulge held back by his underwear. It makes you smile. He's always been weak to praise.

You continue talking as you pull his underwear down enough, "My good boy, my precious boy. So perfect to me. I love you so, so much, you know?"

His cock springs out from its confines. Sunday lets out a shaky gasp as the cool air of the parlor car hits him. You lift your hand up to his stomach, slowly running it down. You feel the material of his turtleneck as you keep going down, brushing against his feathery bush as you reach his cock. Your hand wraps around him. His tip is red and irritated from all of the stimulation and no relief. It makes you give a teasing smile to him. Perhaps another time, you'd be on your knees to blow him and let him come in your mouth until he can't anymore. However, this time, you want to tease him as much as you can.

Your hand does languid pumps while the other continues to stroke his wings. Gently running around the base and earrings. Those seem to be the most sensitive places. It makes Sunday jump when you touch him in those places unexpectedly and his cock twitches if you do it long enough. You'll definitely use this as an advantage in the coming days together.

Sunday's whimpers and gasps start to turn into full-on moans as you continue to jerk him off and stroke his wings. The pleasure from the sensitive areas seeming to send his mind into overdrive. No fully formed words come out of his mouth, just repeats of please, please, please and your name. You speed your hand up, leaning your head close to Sunday's ear and wing again. You open your mouth, breath fanning over his ear again. Though, you say nothing.

"Ah-!" Sunday lets out a yelp as you bite into his wing. It makes him curl into you, hands now grasping onto your clothes. A frown falls onto your face.

You pull your hands back just as Sunday starts to match your pumps with thrusts of his own. Sunday looks up to you, uncharacteristically flustered and disheveled. The fact only you can make him like this and see him like this makes you smile once again.

"Why did you pull away?" Sunday asks, "I was just about to come…"

"I told you not to touch, didn't I?" you tilt your head at him.

Sunday's eyes widen as he realizes what he had done. His wings droop and he looks guilty. You let out an amused sigh and lean forward to give him a kiss.

"I'll give you everything you want and more later, alright, dove?"

He gives a nod to you as you pull away, no doubt already thinking of the things you'd do to him later. Maybe that's you simply projecting, though.

You help Sunday fix himself back up in case anyone enters the parlor car. Tucking himself back into his underwear, having him put his pants back on. You fix his hair and let him fix his own wings. He looks as good as before you two started to mess around just before someone enters the parlor car.

To answer the questions of the past you, a halovian's wings- at least Sunday's- are silky to the touch and very sensitive. Maybe you could experiment more with Sunday's wings when it's later in the day.

[adore-laur]

FOR THE THIRD TIME

——

It's the usual time of night when Harry prepares his mind and body for a healthy eight hours of undisturbed sleep. And by undisturbed, that doesn't include being woken up by either of his daughters. It's not so much an interruption as it is a natural part of being a father. With years of practice, he's now a master of curing midnight wakings from nightmares, sugar rushes, sicknesses, and those fussy sleep regression phases.

Secretly, he loves the challenge and reward of it all. There's nothing better than calming a baby's cry or tiring out a toddler's hyperactive brain. Even when he does it while half-asleep, the feeling of being needed by his children is unparalleled.

After putting the kids to bed, Harry has a set of rules for himself: take a scorching hot shower, drink a mug of chamomile tea, and put away his phone and laptop. It creates an inner warmth that relaxes him from top to bottom. After expeditious kitchen shifts followed by hands-on parenting, the last thing he wants is eyestrain and an aching pulse at his temples.

He'll often read a mystery or historical fiction novel to guide his thoughts away from work. It's a simple pleasure to get lost in the pages, lit only by the bedside lamp as his eyelids grow heavy. He'll bookmark whatever page is the culprit of his sleepiness and save it for tomorrow. No printed words are worth a crick in his neck. Afterward, you'll eventually join him, and he'll spend his last minutes of consciousness with his skin pressed against yours, breathing in your familiar scent.

Tonight's routine goes a little differently, courtesy of you. Harry manages to take a shower, adding a dose of meditation toward the end, and is blow-drying his hair when you peek your head past the bedroom doorway. Your gaze searches for him, roving over the empty bed and open closet until it lands on him standing in the connected bathroom. He shuts the dryer off, sensing you have something of importance to tell him. You're dressed in pajamas already, the matching silk two-piece hugging your curves and providing him with glimpses of skin he was deprived of all day. Lord knows the thin material draped over your bare breasts will be the cause of greedy, wandering hands under the covers later. He nearly groans just thinking about it.

Blinking himself out of that lovely fantasy, Harry lifts his eyes back up to your face. "Hi, baby," he says, setting the dryer down and fluffing his unruly hair in the mirror. There is something so intimate about seeing his and your reflection right before bedtime, in the low light after a long day. The domestic simplicity of living together, sharing a space, and coming home to each other is a delight he always revels in.

"Hey," you say, smiling and leaning against the doorjamb. "I'll wait until you're done."

Still staring at you in the mirror, Harry grips the sink's edge and hangs his head dramatically. "Why must you torture me with those pajamas?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, please. You sleep nearly naked every night."

He finds you in the mirror again, his eyes heavy with lust. "And does it torture you?"

"I'll never tell," you reply, although a pretty blush stains your cheeks—a clear giveaway.

He smirks and says, "Give me a second. I'll be right there." He turns his attention back to his hair, but not before catching a brief flash of you practically skipping to the bed. With a warm feeling caressing his heart, he digs through the vanity drawer and finishes his routine, which consists of a spritz of sea salt spray in his curls, two swipes of Old Spice deodorant on his armpits, and a layer of maple-flavored lip balm that you'll probably—most definitely—kiss off within the next hour.

Flicking the light off, Harry makes his way to where you're sitting on the bed with a taped cardboard box in front of your tucked knees. It's only the size of half a shoebox. He sits and rests his back against the upholstered headboard, waiting for you to speak.

"Did you order a package from somewhere?" you ask, pushing the box toward him.

Harry frowns, his eyes narrowing as he tries to recall purchasing anything online recently. "I don't believe so. Why, did you?"

"No. It was on the front porch." You shrug, also confused by the mysterious box. "Must have just gotten delivered."

"Huh," he says. There's no return address, just a To: Harry Styles, and it leaves him stumped. Is it from a neighbor? A secret admirer? A stalker who is currently watching him through the window and waiting for him to open it?

New fear unlocked: a box with unknown origins.

Tearing his suspicious eyes away from the window—where thankfully no one lurks—he picks the box up and shakes it cautiously. Something inside shuffles, sounding like a solid object cushioned by something softer. Good grief, did he order something nonsensical while somnolent?

"I'm scared," Harry says bluntly.

You take the box and flip it all around like there could be a message hidden somewhere. Grinning, you say, "This is exciting. I love surprises."

"Then you should open it."

"Let's open it together," you suggest, crawling into his lap. With your back against his chest, Harry rubs his tired eyes and silently agrees. Sleep will only come harder if that unopened box sits menacingly throughout the night.

You seem unfazed by this random occurrence, but that's just how you are. The woman he married embraces the unpredictability of life and coaxes the curious nature he thought he grew out of as an adult. Now, staring at the harmless box, Harry follows your lead and digs his fingers into the topmost slit covered with flimsy tape. The cardboard gives way, and he opens the flaps slowly as if a wild animal might leap out.

He notices you aren't looking at the box's contents. Your eyes are trained on him; the eager expression you previously wore is now softened.

"What's in there?" you ask, your thumb stroking the intrinsic lines and curves of his palm.

Harry looks from you to the box several times, not understanding the shift in mood. You nod, encouraging him to reveal the secret. He discovers a white fleece blanket, small enough in size for his brain to fire a synapse that he can't quite comprehend just yet.

"A blanket," he says with utter confusion. "Who would send me this?" When you quirk your lips to the side, he takes a shot in the dark. "Is this from you?"

"I don't know. Let's see the blanket." Your voice has gotten hushed.

Harry carefully takes it out, the material soft and lush. Again, he realizes it's small, not large enough to cover a full-grown person. Not even a child.

At that moment, during those few seconds where Harry's brain connects the dots, is when he shakes the blanket out and reads the embroidered words Baby Styles. He freezes, staring at the cursive letters stitched delicately into... a baby blanket. As he tries to process everything, you set a pregnancy test in his loose grasp, the lightweight plastic heavy with significance. His body jolts with awareness as he frantically holds it under the lamp, his hands beginning to shake. The two lines are as clear as day. Not faint. Not just a possibility. Positive.

It isn't a complete surprise. There were serious, sit-down conversations about growing the family one more time. Questions of, Are we ready for another one? and When's the right time? were answered with mutual confidence. Then it was just a matter of trying, though not as stringently as the last two times. If it was meant to be, it would happen. There was no rush. There's beauty in taking things slow and not relying on hope alone. It requires patience, maybe even a little fate, and now Harry fully understands that good things come to those who wait.

"I'm pregnant," you whisper in his ear, not able to contain the joyous laugh that punctuates your statement.

Harry falls back on the bed and stares at the ceiling with blurred vision. "This is real, right? You're not pranking me?"

You straddle his bare torso, beaming at him like an angel. "I tricked you with the box. But this—" you grab the test and vulnerably hold it in your palms—"is real. We have an appointment in two weeks."

Harry sits up quickly, anchors himself to your waist, and pulls you back down on the mattress with him. You giggle, limbs tangled and breathless with excitement. "Fuck," he says, kissing every inch of your neck. "I've been dreaming of this." He brushes your hair back with gentle fingers. "Another baby."

"Could be twins or triplets. You never know."

"Wouldn't that be something?" he muses, not even mildly frightened of that inconceivable thought.

Happy tears drip from your lashes. "I'm sure it won't feel real until, well, you know..."

Yeah, he knows. He had the privilege of watching you bloom twice. Each time was slightly different, with varying symptoms and measurements. What remained the same was your radiant beauty that somehow became even more pronounced as the pregnancies progressed. It was remarkable to witness. He couldn't believe you were able to create life so gracefully.

You take Harry's hand and place it on your lower stomach. There's no physical proof since it's far too early, yet he knows it will sneak up on him, and before long, he'll be cradling a crying baby in his arms. For the third time.

"Can we keep this a secret?" Harry asks quietly. "At least until you have a cute bump that can't be ignored anymore."

"Can you keep it a secret?" you tease. The last two pregnancies were revealed to family and friends, both times spoiled by him. Apparently, he was making it obvious by the way he touched you and the "hints" he wasn't aware he was dropping. The first time, during a summer get-together with your side of the family, he honestly doesn't remember holding your cousin's baby girl and cheekily saying, "I'm preparing." The backyard went eerily silent until you shouted the news to save his ass from fumbling through some half-baked explanation. The second time, during Christmas dinner, he really doesn't remember his hand drifting so evidently to your bump that you hid under a loose sweater. He may have been tipsy, so when his mother pulled him into the hallway and gave him a knowing look, he couldn't help but nod bashfully to confirm her motherly intuition.

"I'll be good, I promise," Harry says, making a show of locking lips and throwing away the key.

You cup his cheeks and attach your mouth to his. He melts into your sweet, tender kiss that he can't live without. "It doesn't matter to me. But I definitely want to get past the first trimester in case..." Your voice trails off, and Harry nods to show he understands the unspoken prospect.

"I guess I'm just feeling protective already," he murmurs, his hand traveling down your thigh. "I want you and this secret all to myself."

"You're a greedy, greedy man," you say, shifting your hips.

He groans. "It's these damn pajamas."

"Oh, you have nine months of torture ahead. You know why?"

"Why, sweetheart?"

You sigh. "Because there will come a time when these pajamas won't fit anymore. And poor me will be in the third trimester in the late summer, which means it'll be too hot to wear anything to bed."

Harry's jaw hangs open, filthy fantasies flashing through his mind at warp speed. "Yeah? Well damn, I better take advantage of the precious time I have left with them." He snaps the waistband of your shorts.

You laugh loudly, the sound filling the room like it was always meant to, and Harry takes it as an invitation to dive under the silk.

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[ironteeth-fury]

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Do u give ghoap fic recommendations? If so can u give us please 🙏 (iys alr if u don’t want to ^~^)

*rubs hands together* finally my time has come, the 436 cod bookmarks i have will be useful!

right so you didn't specify anything beyond ghoap so i'm gonna throw a bunch in here with different themes and lengths and settings and stuff.

Gonna try to keep it to one work per author as well, but generally check out the other works of these authors!

I'm gonna cover WIP's that i'm following and loving, canon ghoap, still military but au in ways that might be timeline or in the sense of magic or abo or supernatural or something. Also completely AU ghoap, and I also have a couple crack fics that i just think are really good and funny.

Buckle up there's a lot

WIPS

Acceptable Loss by MildLimerence. Limerence is one of my favorite authors, definitely check out all the other works as well. Acceptable Loss is post MWIII wherein Soap gets turned into an agent for Makarov. This has made me cry and scream.

But not to yield by monsterlice and toomanybats. Definitely also check both authors out, more good shit to be found!! post military service for ghost and soap both. Demi!Simon in an abusive relationship, absolute perfect specimen who will treat you right! Soap. Pretty sure this updates weekly on wednesdays or thursdays, i forgot sorry :/

There will be no tenderness by Simcoehole. Simcoehole is where I break the rules, there will be 4 of their fics in this list and I will not apologise (really you should applaud my restraint because i could've put a lot more in here). This is canon Ghoap with Soap on medical leave, stalker!ghost, a lot of angst and pining, and Simcoehole's specialty: idiots to lovers. has only one chapter so it's the best time to get into it! Updates on mondays, I think.

Crack fics

right so a couple shorter fics that are just generally funny

miannach by simcoehole. Right. Simcoehole fic #2. This is very much Crack Premise, executed super well and quite seriously as well. Premise: Soap cuts a hole in a bar of soap (lol) and it becomes a magical portal hole to his ass. So after fucking himself with it, he decides to leave it in teh communal showers. Which is fun but overwhelming. Then Ghost gets a hold of it. (this is just a lot of porn, but it's awesome)

Save a pony, ride a ghost - Jazzybot4 and naughtypixie. Soap has Stripper Skills and it is the perfect opportunity to show them off. the rest of the 141 is stunned <3

the divine and the blessed by ghost_throat. Soap finds himself being sacrificed to a god (believe me this will be 1000x better iwthout context. Don't forget to read the sequel)

Talk Too Much by achievement_huntresss. '22 ghoap who are in denial about their feelings run into '09 ghoap who, while not fucking (anymore) immediatly clock that the idiots are head over heels for each other, and decide to do something about it.

Russian Roulette by Red_Clegane. Just. Soap being a badass completely casual, as you-please. Love the attitude

Canon Ghoap

Up In Arms by eclecticscribbles. Ghost introduces Soap to BDSM so they can infiltrate a fancy exclusive bdsm club to find their target.

Any Time You Need Me by thirteenbullets. right so this is technically an entire series that i've linked, but, they all fall under what im gonna tell you: non-sexual intimacy, physical touch, a bit of angst and a lot of comfort. This entire series feels like curling up with a blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa. it's comfy. (also has one of my favorite sentences ever that will live rent-free in my brain forever. He drew the ducks <3)

Seasons by StinglessWasp. the writing is breathtaking, it's a beautiful look at soap, ghost and their relationship and how they change over the course of four seasons.

What Has One Good Leg and Bleeds? by YmeMadarame. Soap gets his leg injured and betrayed and falsly confirmed KIA in the depths of hostile territory. He tries to make it back home. A classic case of it gets worse before it gets better.

Mission Briefs by BleedingTypewriter. What if ghost and soap hooked up before they met for the mission in al mazrah? Written as missing scenes between game cutscenes and missions. Beautiful, funny and sexy!

sometimes words have two meanings by Bluejay141519. beautiful take on the "the team accidentally massively hurts soaps feelings and trigger his inferiority complex" featuring a lot of hurt!soap.

its just a shot away by Bluejay141519. so another breaking of the rules by adding a second fic from bluejay, but both these fics are special to me. This is soap on a mission that went beyond FUBAR, trying to survive long enough for the 141 to come get him, and has been going on stims for almost 4 days. Soap reacts real bad to stims once he comes off of it. This is beautifully written and grabs me every time, and somehow manages to be one of the funniest things i've ever read while the tone of the fic overall is very serious and angsty.

Take a Breath by TAFKAmayle. Longg before the 141 started, we get Sergeant Simon Lamont (who will later be Lieutenant Simon "ghost" Riley) in charge of training the platoon of Corporal John "soap" MacTavish. There is tension. (turns out, it's sexual tension. who'da thunk it?) Includes them meeting again in game canon. (love this, its hilarious and i love it as a peek into Simon's mind)

can't keep johnny down by Wheezing_Joe. Soap loses comms on a mission. The 141 have to leave him behind. Soap makes his own way back to base. Turns out they missed him.

Bad Habits by NebulaGazer. I think this is the first real long fic that I'm linking, at 140k words. It's a mission fic of ghoap getting together. Soap gets thrown out of a couple of windows. It's great!

I Woke Up Underground by WispScribbles. this is a fun one!! we get wump, angst, buried alive trope, more wump, dad!price, and a lot of Feelings. (also definitely comfort at the end no worries)

Bait and Switch by Starlight_VLD. Another Soap gets turned into Makarov's assassin fic, this time with body doubles!! it's beautiful, it's sad, it's comforting, it's 141 as a family.

Oh, Brother by MeowMeowRiley. Ghost's family lives, and through some work civililan connections, both get roped into helping Soap's sibling move, unbeknownst to each other.

This is Ghost and Soap as Simon and John, seen through the eyes of their siblings, who do wonder 'why the hell are they not fucking yet?'

Military Ghoap AU's

faege by Simcoehole. #3 Simcoehole fic!! Soulmate AU following the MWIII storyline. Ghost and Soap wake up tied together by a red string of fate, declaring them soulmates. Both of them decide that, no, fate must have made a mistake, just because I'm hopelessly in love with him. He doesn't feel the same. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Let's see how we can get rid of this because he deserves better than being stuck with me for the rest of his life. (yep.) A lot of pining, angst, Idiots to Lovers (altho the idiots never really goes away with how fucking bad it is lmao). This is beautiful and it will make you yell at your screen and want to throw things but the worst part is that even though they're being big stupid idiots, when you're in their head you GET IT, you might not agree but you understand why they're comign to the conclusions they are (mostly). It's infuriating in the best way.

The devil has my throat by Simcoehole. Hi, last but certainly not least (with over 400k words) we have the devil has my throat. THIS FIC is what got me into the author, and what got me into the community. This fic is the start of my tumblr account. So, yeah.

Vampire!Ghost and Previously-Traumatised-By-Vampires!Soap. Who has, obviously, not processed said trauma at all, but is also immediatly horny as fuck for ghost. Features: being idiots, a lot of kinky vampire sex (so blood and biting and also some fun surprises you'll love later) a supernatural plot, price who doesn't get told even 10% of what's going on, and my Favorite OC Of All Time Ever.

Thrown for a Loop by enter_fand0m_reference00. Time Loop Alone Mission!!!! need I say more?? no, no i don't. (check out the rest of the series for more time loop shenanigans)

Results May Vary by HigherMagic. HigherMagic is one of my favorite authors so definitely check out all the other works as well, but this is the one I picked out to go on this list. It's wolf shifter soap deciding to woo the shit out of dragon ghost. (with a lot of lore!!! we love lore!!!)

Wont you lay your hands on me by Kensington. ABO but make it make sense! Alpha Ghost, Omega Soap, courting, world-building, trauma processing. absolutely one of my favorite abo fics ever (it's #2)

Yes to Heaven by Apollos_Last_Prophet. Okay but what if Soap was "killed" and taken and been made into Makarov's assassin before the 141 is even a thing?? You get this. The Ghoap is absolutely gorgeous in here.

My heart in your hands keeps going on by FetteEule. Former Military Soap! Neighbours Soap and Ghost! Ghost being forced on leave and fucking hating it, and soap changing his mind on it <3 (also of course price knows soap too)

Collecting Strays by WhisperedWords12. Check out the author again, there are more!! Werewolf soap gets rescued from a werewolf fighting ring and, being military, gets kept by Price and the 141. Ghost does not trust Soap at all.

No Rest for the Wicked by WispScribbles. Retired Ghoap are called back in when Price goes MIA. Mission fic. Feelings. Established Ghoap (theyre marrieddd)

hell hath no fury by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine. Dragon shifter Soap!! Who accumalates the 141 as his hoard and is super protective and possessive, while trying to keep his being a dragon a secret!

Varium Lupus Division by North927. Sort-of military, sort of not? Post 141, Simon sets up his own division where they rescue and rehabilitate shifters/hybrids. Soap is the latest rescue.

Take Me On by Monsterlice. this is the #1 abo fic. It's got traumatised omega!Ghost who does Not Trust Anyone who goes into heat, has put it off long enough that it might kill him if he doesn't get handled by an alpha. Surprise, Gaz and Price, the only alphas (people, really) he trusts in the world are not here!! and won't be back in time. So, Laswell calls in Alpha!Soap (who will start at the 141 in like, a couple weeks) Features Consent!King!Soap who is absolutely enamoured by this huge feral omega who will fucking kill him if he steps a toe out of line. I fucking love soap in this soooo much.

a patron saint for butchers, fools and living fire by ForgottenFrog. I dunno, don't really want to spoil it by telling too much about it. This is one of the fics that settled into my bones and refused to leave.

(are you tired yet, cuz we've got some more to go)

AU's!

Dark Eyes Meet Under The Sky by Aessedia. (gonna have another one of Aessedia because i could NOT for the life of me choose) University professor Ghost. Grad student Soap. Soap needs a reccomendation for ghost who is known for being grumpy and hating his students. Also, Soap begins talking to a Dom on a kink-related dating website. Wonder who that is.

The Aerialist by Aessedia. LIsten okay Aessedia is just fucking amazing and go check /all of it/ out, because these two are my favorites but all the others are super good as well. Also, happy birthday to The Aerialist!! Aerialistic Acrobats Soap and Ghost who starts as rivals but then suddenly have to work together. Beyond overcoming their rivalry, there is also seemingly someone out to kill or at least ruin the 141 acrobats.

Why Did The Cowboy Take Hay To Bed? by LawfulSlab. Definitely check out all the other works as well they're beautiful. Historical au. Omega Soap and Alpha Ghost are the only two survivors of a convoy ambush. They seek shelter and have to pretend to be married to save Soap's virtue (unmarried omega out all alone, gasp!!) and then they fall in love. It's domestic as shit, and beautiful and the convoy was definitely a plot device to get them here and not something that will come back later as more plot, nahh.

Head of Department by Goblin_Pudding. Professors AU! Rival professors who hate each other, Price forces them to work together and /shit fuck we're in love now/. Including the past coming back to haunt you and Feelings <3. Romcom!!

Yellow Card by eddie_dxaz and skerryB. Football players AU! of course our boys start out having a massive rivalry and then Soap comes on the team and they have to play nice. Featuring homophobia of the world of sports, shitty exes coming back to create chaos, alive Riley family (except Simon's dad).

a pirate's life, aye? by victorianankles. firstly, pirate AU is one of my favorites. WE need more pirate au. Just gonna quote my bookmark of this one:

Soap's voice is the perfect mix of melodramatic, sad, hilarious and that somehow humble cockiness that's all Soap. I laughed so fucking much reading this and everyone should read this too, it's beautiful and I love it and I'm gonna cherish this fic forever

for those who need more convincing; one of the epilogues has soap in lingerie that's made of fancy chains and shiny gems. (i might or might not absolutely need art for this fucking hell)

Spoils of War by WhisperedWords12. RIGHT losers of a war get kept as war prisoners until the losing party signs officially that they've lost or something. They get used as sex slaves by the winning party. This is considered normal by everyone involved, as long as you treat your (temporary) slaves well. Soap gets captured and falls under Ghost's care. They are both not prepared for how much they like the other. (a tag from the fic: Enemies to Something They'd Rather Not Talk About. Which I think is quite fitting.) I love the dynamic in this, it's gorgeous.

RIGHT so that's it. For now. I mean i'd assume it's enough for the forseeable future.

Again, like i said i have more than 400 bookmarks so if you want more reccs, reach out, tell me what you like and I'll dig through my bookmarks and brain to see what i can find <3

Also people dont forget to leave kudos and a comment on the fics. If you dont know what to comment, give 'em this one from me:

✨️✨️💕🫧❤️💀💕✨️✨️

[spencer-sweets]

9-1-1 Fic Recs | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

[Part 1] [Part 2]

so i am back in the trenches of this ship once again. praying for it to go canon in the next couple of seasons but i am surviving on the crumbs. i made a post before with some old recs but these are ones i have read recently.

[this rec list is incomplete and will be updated as I find more fics I enjoy - last update 4/9/25]

Bobby Versus Buddie by songbvrd (ao3) Mature 10,391 Eddie huffed out a breath. “I’m having a crisis.” And Bobby, he wasn’t proud of it, but the word ‘finally’ was flashing in front of his eyes in giant, neon yellow letters, because surely, surely this meant that he’d figured it out. Finally, at long last, Eddie was having the crisis they’d all been waiting for since he’d started a thousand emergencies earlier. Bobby waited, silent and hopeful, relieved that they’d finally gotten there. “I think I’m homophobic.” Bobby blinked at him. “I’m sorry?” OR - Five times Bobby tried to gently hold Buddie's hands and tell them they were in love, and one time they got the picture.

a cute 5+1 with bobby being done with eddie and buck. got to love the bobby and buck dynamic too.

What’s Your Love Language? by songbvrd (ao3) 18 332 “Which do you think makes you feel most loved?” Eddie thought for a long moment. Too long, maybe. Then he shrugged, “Honestly, Buck? I have no idea.” Buck’s brows pinched up. “What do you mean? When have you felt the most loved?” “Don’t make a big thing of this, Buck. Promise?” Buck made a show of crossing his heart, brows still raised curiously. “I’m not sure I’ve ever… really felt loved in a relationship? I’m not convinced that I know what makes me feel loved…” OR - After finding out that Eddie doesn't know what his love language is, Buck sets about finding out for him. He begins a five week experiment, one for each love language, to figure out which will make Eddie feel the most loved.

another great fluffy fic with some slight emotional infidelity. set in season 7 and buck decides he needs to learn how to best love eddie. spoiler: he was already doing just fine.

50 Cheeky Texts by songbvrd (ao3) 20.999 Bucklecup: I really like your moustache. it’s very girthy. really solid. Eddito: girthy????????????? Eddito: did you just text me at 7pm on a wednesday evening to tell me my moustache is GIRTHY???? Bucklecup: honestly, i’m kinda surprised you haven’t blocked me yet, eds OR - Buck gets drunk-dared to send Eddie one cheeky text every day for 50 days. Eddie loses his mind. TW for the cringiest pickup lines in existence.

awwww. tho i should warn you there is some emotional infidelity going on here but it wasn't bad enough to turn me off of the fic but i thought i'd warn yall. anyways absolutely beautiful fic that made me laugh. also love the author. unintentionally bookmarked this back to back with their prev on this list haha.

know it's for the better by hyruling for fallingthorns (ao3) Explicit 24 931 “I love you, you know.” Buck smiles, and it’s Eddie’s favorite - the one that seems to light him up from within, beautiful and too bright to look at directly for long. “Of course I know that, Eddie,” Buck replies, easy as breathing, but Eddie shakes his head. --- Or: Eddie confesses. Buck doesn't love him back, but it doesn't matter. He'll keep telling him anyway.

oblivious buck and a pining eddie. eddie confesses and buck kind of shuts down mentally over it but eddie just keeps loving him. set in season 7.

Hen Wilson's Four Part Guide To Making Your Stupid Friends Date by songbvrd (ao3) 25 010 “Okay, I know we kind of all had an unspoken rule not to talk about it, but…” “Buck and Eddie are being weird as hell?” Chim asked, sucking in a breath like he'd been holding back from letting the same thought out for far too long. “Yes!” Hen hissed, relieved that she wasn't the only to see the weirdness in the room. “Now, look, they're my friends and so obviously I want them to be happy, but it's also just throwing the team vibe way off.” Bobby took a long, tired breath. “Okay. So what did you have in mind?” Several things, as it turned out. Between them, they managed to come up with the very vague outline of a plan. Or a few plans, really, depending on how many failed. OR - When Buck and Eddie aren't speaking, Hen decides to take matters into her own hands.

i feel like i should be a little bit more ashamed at putting so many fics by songbvrd on this list but... they're sooo good. always coming in clutch for some interesting plot in a medium length fic. this one is no exception to that trend - loved hen in this one and i love miscommunication and outsider POV.

Eddie vs Romance by allyasavedtheday (restricted) (ao3) 27 889 “You wanna talk about it?” Buck asks after a beat. He doesn’t drink his beer. Eddie doesn’t either. It’s a crutch, mostly. A pretence, so that if the conversation gets too deep, too fast they can blame it on the alcohol. Eddie appreciates it. As he thinks about Buck’s question he wonders where to start. He’s told Buck some of it, the important parts, but not- not what compelled him to do any of it in the first place. In the end, he can only think of one thing. Swallowing around the lump clogging his throat, he says, “I don’t think I know how to be in love anymore.” - “I think Eddie’s in love with me.” She gapes at him, mouth working for a response that doesn’t come until Chimney beats her to it. “Eddie’s what?” Maddie claps her mouth shut, stepping aside to let Buck through. Chimney’s on the floor in the living room with Jee playing with her tea set. “You’re not involved in this conversation,” Buck says, pointing at him. “It’s your fault in the first place for even putting the idea in my head.” Maddie apparently finally finds her voice, appearing at Buck’s side and looking between them. “I’m sorry, what? How did Chim put the idea in your head?” “Him and Hen!” Buck exclaims, waving a hand. “They told me I should pay attention to how much Eddie wants to be around me.” “And you took that to mean he’s in love with you?” Chimney asks incredulously. * In which Buck has a clipboard and a list and is about to romance the hell out of Eddie Diaz.

a short series of two fics that explore eddie realizing he is in love with buck, buck realizing eddie is in love with him and then them getting together. really cute and an amazing take on eddie's relationship to shannon.

I’m Bringing You With Me by CourtepointeClementine, sunlight (ao3) 30 997 Eddie props his chin up on his hand to stare at Buck in the dark. The mattress makes an ungodly squeaking noise from even this small movement. Maybe sneaking out wouldn’t actually be that easy. Eddie reaches across him and squeezes Buck’s shoulder. Buck looks over at him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Eddie says. “I took the couch,” Buck blurts out. Eddie’s hand stills where it was still gently squeezing Buck’s shoulder. “What?” “Ugh.” He dislodges Eddie’s hand and pulls the duvet up over his own face. “Why?” Buck uses the duvet cover to absorb the lone tear that is trickling down to his ear. “It looked lonely. On the curb.” On Eddie’s last night in LA, Buck does something a little crazy. While Eddie’s in El Paso, he does something a little crazy. It all comes back to the couch in the end.

eddie moves to el paso and buck does not handle it well. like at all. lots of emotional hurt for buck and of course a happy ending.

it was more than a moment (it was the rest of our lives) by smilingbuckley (restricted) (ao3) Mature 36 161 At work, Eddie gets the shocking news that his parents are suing him for custody of Christopher. His lawyer, falsely assuming Buck and Eddie are a couple, suggests they get married to give Eddie a stronger case. Buck gladly agrees. -- “So,” Buck speaks up when the waiter is gone. He stretches his arms above his head, making the shirt under his jacket ride up and expose a bit of his skin. Eddie can see the faint lines of a tattoo before Buck shifts and his shirt falls down again. “Are we getting married?” Eddie has to do a double take, “Excuse me, what?” “Well, Mrs. Reese said that it would be useful,” Buck says, like it’s not a big deal at all. Like marriage isn’t an official commitment, usually reserved for people in love that plan on being together for the rest of their lives. “I… Buck, it’s… good that you’re, you know, my fake boyfriend or whatever, but I can’t let you marry me for this.” “Why not?” Buck asks, “If it helps you get Christopher back.”

fake marriage turned real marriage fic. also fuck helena and ramon all my homies hate helena and ramon. eddies parents fuck up and try to take chris permanently and eddie and buck get married over it. season 8.

something touched me (like a knife-blade) by kithmet (ao3) Explicit 42,295 “I feel fucking explosive, Buck. Like I’m about to go off at any second. I don’t want you caught in my mess.” His eyes sting. At the very least, Buck contains the sound of it in his voice. “Eddie, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he replies, “but I already am.” Eddie self-implodes. Christopher, seeking refuge, flees to Buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get Eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (Oh, and Tommy’s there too. He thinks.)

this was a great fic and an interesting take on chris staying with buck and eddie getting his shit together.

everything (nothing) has changed by bizarrestars (restricted) (ao3) Explicit 48 550 After Eddie gets shot, Buck confesses his love. From there, things get a little out of hand. *** Buck breathes for a moment, then sets his shoulders. "Eddie, there's something I have to tell you." "Do you?" Eddie asks flatly, still alarmed and doing his best to hide it. "I would've never guessed." Buck swallows. "Eddie, I love you." "Are you softening the blow, or buttering me up? Because, I've got to tell you, I'm still very worried regardless," Eddie tells him. "No, you don't understand. I love you. I'm currently in love with you," Buck says as evenly as possible, and even then, his voice wobbles precariously there for a moment. He exhales. "You don't have to worry about it, though, because I've processed it and decided to—to find relief in telling you before moving on and moving forward." Eddie stares at him. No response at all. Well, at least he's not freaking out.

the note left in my bookmark: "couldn't even play my video games while listening to this smh. took too much of my attention. <3"

i tend to download fics and listen to them through a epub reader and play video games but i could not keep from pausing to keep reading manually i needed to know what was next so bad. buck and eddie being stubborn and stupid and includes some of my favorite pining tropes. i love when one of them is convinced the other cannot love them so they try to fall out of love. amazing. also jealous eddie ftw.

Juxtaposition by ProstheticLoVe (ao3) Teen+ 74 552 “What kind of partner do you want?” Buck looks him straight in the eye and with no hesitation says, “One who has my back. Someone who loves me for me. All the chaos and the weirdness included. Someone who I love. Even if I have to wait for them to catch up.” He says it with such confidence, Eddie feels like his answer was lacking. Or the one where Eddie’s too busy stuck on the idea of a heteronormative family that he misses who is right in front of him and has been all along. Don’t worry, Buck’s trying to tell him.

eddie being in love with buck but being so deeply repressed is one of my fave tropes and it is pulled off excellently here.

Away From Us by Marchling (restricted) (ao3) Mature 76 165 They turned the last corner they needed to get to Buck’s loft and the floor was gone. “Firefighters evacuate. The building is collapsing.” Eddie stared incomprehensibly to the gaping drop that should have been Buck’s hall. His heart was pounding, not because he had worked so hard to get here… Because he was terrified. “Buck!” Eddie screamed as loud as he could to be heard over the flames. His hands scrambled over the walls, testing them, trying to see if he could use a ledge or a doorknob or something to get to Buck’s door. There was no answer but Eddie screamed again, “Buck! Are you here?” --- After the lawsuit Buck is doing his absolute best to try to win back his family but nothing is working and the hope is starting to hurt. He makes the the decision to resign from the 118 via letter and leave LA to start something new in Arizona. And that would've been fine except a fire burns down his entire apartment building that morning and the letter never makes it to Bobby. When Buck isn't found amongst the survivors his loved ones have to accept that he died in the fire. A presumed dead story about forgiveness, grief, second chances and falling in love.

aaahhhh presumed dead my beloved. buck is presumed dead in a fire when he decides to run after the lawsuit. eddie and the rest of the 118 have to grapple with the death of buck. loved bobby in this one and it broke me to see his grief over losing another kid.

there is no road by littleghost (ao3) Explicit 99 788 Eddie listens to the voicemail later. Buck sounds like he’s at a grocery store, absentmindedly talking into the phone. “Oh, I guess you’re with your sisters. Sorry to miss you. I just wanted to tell you about this call we had last night, but I gotta hear your reactions, so, later. Okay, uh, I guess I’ll just call back. Or text.” It ends abruptly, without a goodbye. Eddie replays it a second time, closes his eyes as he sits in the truck. For a moment, he can pretend Buck is sitting in the passenger seat next to him. For a moment, Eddie is back in Los Angeles and his best friend is dragging him through the grocery store. The voicemail ends, Eddie opens his eyes, and the fantasy breaks. Eddie is still in El Paso, parked in front of the house he’s renting, and there’s no one in the passenger seat with him.

omgggg. so im fairly sure the title is from that song from the bolt movie so points off the bat for that decision i have it stuck in my head now. a good fix it fic for season 8 where buck and eddie keep communicating through voicemails as they intentionally and unintentionally miss each others calls. great fic that has calls in it and a lot of substance. loved it.

originally posted 4/7/25

[regulusrules]

hello darling! in my mind you are the number one authority on merlin fic recs and therefore I come to you with my question!! I’m looking for protective!arthur merthur but less “aw merlin’s hurt I will look after him” arthur and more “you hurt him and I’m actually going to run you through with my sword and make you regret the day you set foot in my kingdom” arthur. does anything come to mind? this won’t leave my head and I can’t find anything to satisfy xx

love, you are literally unallowed to say this and stay anon. we must simply be best of friends. send me a follow-up ask/message so that I could follow you!

As for your wish, I surely have a few in mind. They’re all long fics, forgive me, but I can deep search in my bookmarks once you reveal yourself mwahahh

Protective!Arthur Fics

1. through storm and hellfire by @prattery (86K) (T)

2. Dower the Stars by RurouniHime (40K) (E)

3. You Before Me by @ironfamjam (11K) (T)

4. Next to You (It's the Rule) by LunaMyLove (62K) (T)

5. My breaths are run by your compass by yours truly (75K) (M)

Enjoy perfect Arthur Pendragon in these fics. I can’t even expand my thoughts on these fics from how much they live in my mind rent-free. Every author here has an excellent understanding of Arthur’s characterisation, especially when it comes to the protective streak in him. You will have a great time, trust me

[vintagerpg]

My first encounter with Into the Odd was on a bookmark — the entirety of the rules system was crammed onto one included with my copy of Silent Titans. I’ve still yet to find a copy of the original 2014 edition from Lost Pages.

This is the revised edition from 2022, featuring gorgeous illustrative collage work by Johan Nohr throughout. I appreciate the use of orange on the cover (an under-appreciated color) and the book feels unusually good in the hand, like a book from an earlier era. The rules take up a bit more than a bookmark’s worth of space here, but not by much, honestly. I’ve no proof that the “Odd” of the title is a sly reference to Original D&D, but I’ve also got no proof to the contrary, and it seems appropriate: the system is recognizably D&D, but stripped utterly to the bone. Three attributes instead of six, doubling as saves. D20. Damage deplete hit points, then Strength, then death becomes a real risk. That’s basically it. This minimal framework is the basis for a whole sub-genre of light weight, short run D&D-ish engines, like Knave and Cairn.

Odd has its peculiarities. It is designed for a specific setting (that doubles as a meta commentary on settings, wildernesses, cities and dungeons) in which adventurers explore the underground in search of Arcana, which are powerful, largely uncontrollable magic items (there are no spellcaster classes, so Arcanum are the only option for magic). So, in some ways, it seems like there is only one way to play the game. On the other hand, Chris McDowall has hacked his own system to make Electric Bastionland, which uses the same basic framework without the magic and plays…completely differently. So maybe it really is all in the dressing…

[izzabela]

Show You My Impurities - Lin Kuei x fem!chubby-curvy!reader (scenario fic)

in which different scenarios show how the brothers react with you being insecure in a flattering dress

a/n: i know i updated my rules, but i'm gonna pump this and another req i got privately. from now on, though, do not send me requests in my DMs when reqs are closed

ship[s]: tomas, kuai liang & bi han x fem!chubby!reader (scenario)

warning(s): smidge of angst, body insecurity, suggestive endings, non-kanon

guys ignore the text on this gif, but also don't because it's lowkey hilarious

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Bi Han

As Bi Han sits outside of the private dressing room of the shop you two were in, you stood in front of the mirror dejected and down.

You and Bi Han were out shopping after you realized some of your clothes didn't fit anymore. While Bi Han didn't see anything wrong with it, your heart sank as thoughts of yourself flooded your mind.

You were naturally a bigger girl. Beautifully large thighs, natural hips, a just a bit of a cute pudge on your belly, you were a bit bigger than the other girls. While you had the support of Bi Han (the fucking grandmaster), it didn't stop people or your mind from talking bad about you.

Back in front of the mirror, you sigh as you pull on the part of the fabric that hugged your waist a little too tight. It rolled over your natural curves and made you self-conscious.

You were drawn out of your thoughts with a light knock on your dressing room door.

"Madam? The grandmaster would like to see you now," the fitting room attendant announces behind the door.

You sigh once more, "I'll be out soon. Thank you."

Your flats drag with the unbearable weight of your thoughts as you walk out to see Bi Han on the circular couch in the foyer of the fitting room. He's reading a book, but the quickest glimpse at you and you're the only thing in his eyes.

"Àiren," Bi Han breathes as he gets up to see you in the dress.

Your smile is unstable and wobbly, and the matching wave doesn't help as it solidifies how the dress makes you feel. You try to stop picking at the fabric hugging your body, but the habit persists.

"I'm not sure this is the right dress," you say timidly. "It shows... too much."

Bi Han sets the book down, closing it without its bookmark, and meets you near the mirror.

"And why, àiren, do you think that?" Bi Han treads carefully, hands resting right above your love handles.

The wobble in your smile turns into a frown as hidden tears streak down delicately. You breathe a shuddery breath as you pull away from him and look into the mirror.

"Look at me!" you cry as you pull the fabric again. "It's hugging all the wrong spots, it's too tight, unflattering, and awful on a woman like me!"

Forgive Bi Han, dear reader, as everything you were telling him dissolved into nothing but dust as he looked you up and down over and over again.

All he could see was the beautiful woman he was dating. How that softness of your legs was highlighted with the dress, your little bum beautiful and round, and your breasts pushed together due to the technology in the dress allowing to support a woman's breasts without the need of a bra.

Where you saw impurities, he saw defining characteristics, features that were unique to only you.

And as the grandmaster to a large organization, unique strengths were something he could identify within a heartbeat.

Bi Han's semi-PG thoughts were interrupted as you sniffled and wiped your tears in front of the mirror. He coos as he hugs you from behind, large arms snaking around your soft waist and over your belly.

"Àiren," Bi Han starts. "You are lovely."

You've heard such words from family and friends before, hell even from Bi Han from time to time. This time, though, it felt like you experienced real life superpowers.

You smile weakly, but it's genuine as Bi Han peppers kisses on your neck and the dip of your shoulder. You giggle softly as his hands find yours and link up with them, and you can feel his hands use yours as he roams your body.

Every part of your body he goes over, you gain a new appreciation for all of your curves, the lovely lady lumps of yours, and the overall softness of your figure.

"Feel better, àiren?" Bi Han asks, hands finding a new spot dangerously close to your bum.

You give a hearty laugh, and the friction between you and Bi Han's trousers causes a certain something to poke at your behind. You turn behind you and meet his eyes with a knowing look.

"Really darling?" you tease. Bi Han just chuckles as he presses your bum on him harder.

"I hope to show you another way to appreciate yourself as well," he says quietly, kissing up your neck as he guides you back into your stall.

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Tomas

You drop your shopping bags on the floor of yours and Tomas's shared room. He was out today, training the initiates with his brothers. Your friends hit you up via letter to go shopping, and after looking through your wardrobe, it was time to acquire new garments.

Your old clothes were already pretty big considering you were a bigger and curvier girl, and while it was normal for anybody to gain weight, you felt different about it.

Your hips had grown wider, thighs larger, and waist just a bit bigger than before. You felt different, and not in a good way.

After your shopping spree with your friends, you come back home with all the new shirts, skirts, pants, and most importantly, dresses. Trying each one of them on, you couldn't help but tug on the ends of the fabric.

A habit you had, plus a bit of a scratching problem when you got nervous. But when Tomas was here, all of these issues were like it never existed.

Except he wasn't here right now. Your only other weapon against your mind was preoccupied, and you were losing the battle.

After trying on new trousers for meetings, leggings for training, and shirts for all sorts of occasions, dresses were the last clothes to cover. By the gods you were nervous.

Trying on the first one, it was a long-sleeved body con with a slit that stopped at your thigh. You swore that it looked shorter on the mannequin.

Damn it, corporate shopping centers.

You vehemently rubbed your hands down the dress to try and bring the slit down, but it was made like that. Looking at yourself in the full body mirror that stood next to the dresser, your eyes were wide in fear at the sight of you.

While you had been reassured many times from your friends, family, Tomas and his family, the thoughts gnawed and festered away in your mind.

Through the mirror, you saw how your hips hugged the dress, how your little belly rolled over in the fabric, your thigh peeking through the slit and bits of cellulite coming through.

While you knew that everyone, Tomas especially, would reassure you, you couldn't help but feel like an imposter- a pig in a dress.

The tears you so badly were holding in began to flow down your cheeks and hit the dress. You sniffle as you waddle over to the bed, head buried in your hands as you wallow in your depressing thoughts.

Suddenly, the door opens and you can hear a certain European man humming a tune and his steps walk on the pebble floor.

"Feather?" his voice is careful as he approaches you. Your shoulders are perked up as you messily try to cover up your tears, but that shit clearly isn't working as Tomas is on his knees as one of his hands is on your knee and the other on your wet cheek.

"Feather, what's wrong?" he asks softly, wiping your endless tears as you get up from the bed. Tomas is definitely taken aback as he follows you to the mirror.

"Tomas, you know what's wrong. I mean, just look!" you cry, pointing to yourself in the mirror as you keep tugging the slit of your dress.

"You can see my thighs, especially the little wrinkles. My tummy is ugly here in the middle, and..."

Tomas didn't hear a single thing since he saw the dress on you through the mirror. If he had a tail and ears, they would be perked up and wagging. Hell, he might even be drooling.

Tomas loved the way the slit teased the legs he's marked over and over again. He loved the way bits of your softness hugged the fabric, sign of your health that he loved to see. And by the elder gods, those hips of yours. Round, voluptuous, and full, his most favorite part of you was accented so well in the dress.

"I just feel like an imposter," you say, and his thoughts were interrupted and brought back to you.

"And why would my feather feel like that?" Tomas asks as he blocks you from the mirror. You sigh as you hold on the fabric again.

"It doesn't suit me, I just said that," you groan. Tomas takes your hands and decides to do something about your inner voice.

"You are ethereal," Tomas whispers as he kisses your forehead. "Spectacular, perfect, one-of-a-kind."

You giggle at every word he uses to praise you, at every kiss he gave you on your face. Tomas holds your face and plants one final kiss on your lips.

"And if you truly feel like you want a change, we can do that too," Tomas assured you. "No matter what form you are, even a worm, I will cherish you."

This was why you chose Tomas out of the many men that threw themselves at you. He accepted you for who you are, and he would support you if you ever wanted to change anything about you.

You kiss him on his lips as a thank you, giggling into his mouth as he opens up for you to explore. You fling your arms around his neck as his hand res comfortable on your lower back. Like well-tailored gloves, he fits well there as he pulls you closer and makes you feel the growing muscle beneath his pants.

"Oh my..." you whisper, looking down at the bulge in his pants. He chuckles as he whispers in your ear.

"There are ways to quell the voice in your head as well," Tomas suggests.

You walk backwards and lead him to the bed once more.

"I'm all ears, commander."

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Kuai Liang

You stared back into the mirror that threw back the image of yourself. It was you alone with your reflection in the dressing room.

No point in hiding, though, as two more mirrors were angled in your direction. You were surrounded with yourself in this dress, and it felt like you were cornered by a pack of hungry wolves.

You step down from the middle step and sit down and wave your legs from side to side in boredom and sadness.

You were out dress shopping with Kuai Liang for a wedding guest dress. His old friend, Harumi, was getting married, and he and his entire family, and their partners, were invited to the ceremony.

Three shops later, you found a beautiful mermaid dress with long-sleeves and went down to your ankles. On the mannequin, the dress was spectacular. Of course, mannequins are not true to life, but it looked amazing.

Now that the dress was on you, though, you wanted to dissolve into nothing but dust.

You always did your best to ignore the negative thoughts that plagued your mind, but they bit your ankles like a bear trap- unknown yet always there. This dress made it feel like you stepped into a field of them.

Your belly made a sort of "pouch" thing since the dress hugged your curves. Your hips were well-defined in the dress, and it actually accentuated the natural waist you had too.

And elder gods have mercy, the legs. Though covered up, it's no secret that you had legs for days under the dress. And Kuai Liang was the lucky man to see, touch, and feel them.

Despite such charming features, you couldn't help but feel defeated with yourself. As you cried silently, trying to slip out of the dress, a knock came on your door.

"Dove, what is the matter?" Kuai Liang's voice reverbs through the door. You sniffle and wipe your face, trying to put up a façade in your voice before answering.

"U-uh, nothing!" you say with a fake, upbeat voice.

Kuai Liang, bless him, knows you're lying. So instead of leaving, you can hear how his body slides down the door and his bum plop onto the ground.

"I am not to move until you let me in, dove," he states, claiming his spot on the (probably dirty) floor. You want to scold him, tell him to get up, but prolonging it will only make it more embarrassing.

Giving in, you open the door and watch as he falls onto his back. He blinks a couple of times before he sees your blurry image in the dress.

Shyly, you hold your elbow as he scrambles to his feet. He's practically drinking the sight of you like a dehydrated survivor. The very image of you in this dress is revitalizing him.

He can't ignore how full your hips and bum look against the dress, or how elongated the dress makes you look. He can't ignore the way your legs naturally crossover on another due to the dress's shape, or how perfect the dress hugs your waist.

Let's not forget the belly, either. His absolute, most favorite part of you was perfectly snug in its place, creating a sort of "pouch" effect. Hreat elder gods, Kuai Liang's patience was truly being tested.

"Oh dove..." Kuai Liang mumbles, walking over to you and taking your hands in his. "Dove, you are stunning."

You nod sadly as you feel on of his hands rest on your cheek, carefully wiping your tears away as you mumble chicken scratch about how the dress looks on you. Whatever you were saying was being ignored- like talking to a brick wall.

"Kuai Liang, love," you say weakly. "I cannot with this dress, it just doesn't sit well on me..."

The pyromancer shakes his head rapidly, like a child throwing a tantrum. He grabs onto your shoulders and spins you around to look at the mirror, and all three reflections stare back at you.

This time, with Kuai Liang present.

"Are you telling me that I'm being lied to?" Kuai Liang's voice booms. "This woman, in the mirror, is not the one I said was most beautiful?"

You nervously shake your head 'no', and Kuai Liang keeps singing your praises.

"I know who I chose as my consort. I know who I chose as the love of my life," Kuai Liang kisses your cheek and grabs your right hand and spreads your fingers out.

"I know who I chose as my future wife."

You turn around, pink and warm on your face, as you smile and hug him.

"You, dove, are the one I want," Kuai Liang assures you. "And no matter what form you choose, I am going to have you no matter what."

You chuckle and kiss his cheek. "Thank you for reminding me, my love." Kuai Liang, instead of responding as usual, begins to close in on you as your back presses against the cold mirror.

"Um, my love?"

Kuai Liang strips the jacket he was trying on before his arms pin you in the jail cell of his chest.

"Perhaps another addition to your reminder," he nips your ear and kisses your neck.

"So that you will not forget again."

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hello kings, queens, and monarchs, hope yall enjoyed this one!

as you saw, i made a rules and masterlist, so please read that before proceeding to do anything regarding this blog

see yall in the next fic!

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Jan 22nd

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1. Hello! please help me :<I am looking for fic where modern wangxian got married but divorced, then wei ying got into an accident which lead him to loose his memories but lan zhan was still there keeping him company, taking care of him and even buying his medicine when he got discharged. Wei ying doesn't remember lan zhan but he does find him in his contacts, (his name was "sexiest ex 10/10) hope that makes sense 😭

FOUND? no balance by silverclaw (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Post-Divorce Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Netflix Show Host WWX, Concept Artist LWJ, the give LWJ friends agenda, Temporary Amnesia)

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2. looking for a fic where wwx uses a scorch earth method, named something like the curse of the spider lily? during the last battle of the sunshot campaign at nightless city. right before, I think he sends his loved ones to safety, masked under seeming attacks. I may be mixing a bunch of different fics, but iirc he was also captured by wrh and tortured, but he somehow sneaks out of prison each night and sets traps around nightless city that all go off together with his final attack. will appreciate any leads on this, thank you! @potatokunst

FOUND? Love Is a Forfeit (And I'll Gladly Surrender the Challenge) by MusicPlotter (T, 62k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX Needs a Hug, Fix-It of Sorts, Rogue Cultivator WWX)

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3. Hello. There's this fic where the whole basis is that wangxian's friend group keep trying to set them up. Everyone is fully aware of lwj's feelings (he's in love in love) but thinks www's oblivious. In actuality, wwx is aroace, and he and lwj are perfectly fine with their arrangement. It closes off with wwx sending a selfie of him and lwj to the group and asking them to stay out it of their relationship. @cloudless-nights

FOUND? yeah theyre just bros thanks for asking by victortor (T, 10k, WangXian Intimacy, Modern AU, Aromantic Character, Established Relationship, Communication)

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4. Thank you for your hard work. I'm looking for two fics - A) one where Jin Guangyao was asked to babysit/take care of JL and his OC younger siblings while JYL recovered from a difficult pregnancy. He takes on the roll as full-time caretaker while handling much of JZX's work as he takes care of his wife. There is a scene where he moves his desk into the nursery. He also wears Nie braids under his hat. B) The second fic is a fem!wangxian dystopian futuristic (with cultivation? LWJ had a sword) fic. WWX is very good at making tech/droids. The fic starts when either LWJ or WWX is stuck in a cave with a xuanwu? or it was filling with water? and the other rescues them.

4A)

FOUND! What Could Have Been by tucuxi (G, 27k, JGY & NMJ & LXC, JZX & JGY & JYL, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Kid Fic, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff and Angst, Family FeelsDysfunctional Family, Dysfunctional Relationships, Scheming, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, mentions of difficult childbirth, JGS's A+ Parenting, Child Neglect, What Could Have Been [PODFIC] by Opalsong)

4B)

FOUND! Ghost in the Machine by DizziDreams (M, 65k, F/F WangXian, Science Fiction, Cyberpunk, mute character, Transistor AU, Rule 63, Gender Changes, technology as cultivation, Horror Elements, Character Death, Mystery, Case Fic, Canon-Typical Violence, No transistor knowledge necessary, Sword lesbians, (literally))

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5. Hi! I'm looking for two WangXian fics I forgot to bookmark!

A) WWX either leaves the Jiang sect or is thrown out(???)

Many of the sects want WWX to be a part of them and the Jiangs are surprised about this

WWX and LWJ get married

B) The Wen indoctrination happens and the others find out from JC's complaining that the Jiangs are siding with the Wens

JC brags that he will be saved and the Jiangs will stand above the cultivation world with the Wens or smth along those lines

Everyone gets out safely thanks to WWX @pancakeshitdifferentat4am

5A)

FOUND?🔒 Worth of a Good Man by Vrishchika (G, 6k, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Not Jiang Sect Friendly, Not JC Friendly)

5B)

FOUND? My heart knows (you’re the missing piece) by makexianxianhappytoday (T, 73k, WangXian, Jiang Family Bashing, Canon Divergence, Rogue cultivator!wwx, JYL Bashing, WWX leaves Jiang sect, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Protective! LWJ, Butterfly Effect, No Golden Core Transfer, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, NHS is friends with WWX, Mastermind! NHS, JZX is WWX's friend, Good brother! LXC, LY is ALIVE, BAMF! WWX, a lil OOC ngl)

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6. For fic finder, please! I am looking for a canon divergent where, prior to the final siege on the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian turns himself in to try to give his life to save the Wens. The clans go to execute him (and I think it is the Lans who step forward to perform the execution) but at the moment of it WWX ascends to godhood. Everyone is shocked at this because immoral people don't ascend, so the ascension proves that WWX was good (not a villain) and the clans are forced to reconsider the recent events that lead to this point. Would love to read this again, any help pointing me in the right direction would be much appreciated! Thank you!

FOUND? 恩仇仙人- Enchou xianren (Immortal Avenger) by AshayaTReldai (E, 205k, WIP, WangXian, Angst, Mental Anguish, Major character death (canonical), Whipping, Pining, Revenge, Execution, inter-clan politics, Reincarnation, afterlife constructs, Ascension, TGCF notions of ascension and deity, First Time, Rabbits!, Post-LWJ whipping, Injury Recovery, Issues of justice, Torture, Not friendly to the Clans - they all get their comeuppance., Hurt/Comfort, Dark LWJ, bunny death, animal cruelty)

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7. Hi mods. I'm searching for a wangxian fic, I think it's an arranged/marriage of convenience between fem!wwx and lwj set in ancient China, cos I recall there's tea trades or something. Wwx is secretly competent, in business and managing household. It's a slow burn , and there's typical jgy plot of betrayal, trying to break up nmj and lxc. @umefurikake

FOUND?🔒a harmony between qin and se by Alaceron (E, 62k, M/F WangXian, Gender Changes, Historical, Female WWX) It's one of my favourites

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8. Looking for a canon divergence! Unfortunately I can't recall whether it was pre-Nightless, post-resurrection, or somewhere in between, but there was a sort of fog of resentful energy gathering (near Lanling I believe), controlled by either JGY or XY or both, and WWX was called on to deal with it. They figured out that if they were going to step in, people needed tethers of some kind, or to not go in alone. The fog showed memories/hallucinations when entered I think. Thank you 🖤🐇 @linderel

FOUND! 🔒 Living in a nightmare by istgidek1234 (T, 68k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC & WQ, Sect Leader WWX, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, NMJ Lives, Angst, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Panic Attacks, the main clans need WWX's help, and he's too nice for his own good, JZX still dies, Miscommunication, Slow Burn, Nightmares, MXY Needs a Hug, WWX Needs a Hug, yunmeng siblings reconciliation, Golden Core Reveal, Torture, but only a teeny non-descriptive bit)

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9. Hello! So for Fic Finder - there was this one fic featuring immortal WWX, accidental time travel and clan leaders being stupid trying to sacrifice people to the YLLZ. I remember that JGS sacrificed his wife right after JZX was born, but WWX killed him?, QHJ tried to sacrifice kid LWJ but WWX was nope, and then his uncle and brother got him back. Also Clan Leader Nie sacrificed himself, except WWX just fixed that issue and so he hung out with the Nie every then and now. Also WRH died, Meng Yao keeps trying to poison WWX - it doesn't work and, also the Wen and Jiang siblings are there. WWX has no idea he agreed to marry LWJ when he was like nine. The tone of the fic was overall comedic and it had a podfic - about an hour, could be longer. @secretartquotes

FOUND! Practical Mythology by metisket (T, 17k, WangXian, Time Travel, YLLZ WWX, myths and legends, apparently the burial mounds has to fix everything itself, zombie farm collective, accidental deities, Families of Choice)

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10. Hello, I requested help finding a fic a while back & I don't think it was found so I gave up after a while but looking at the still missing compilation, i didn't see my request there so i was wondering if it had been found? It was a modern au fic and lwj was being experimented on but he manages to escape and goes to find wwx. WWX’s surprised when lwj shows up all of a sudden but they start living together & i think there was a scene where wwx comes home too early and lwj is jumpy and so almost attacks wwx. It might have been an abo or lwj is pregnant or something like that, anyways i was just curious if it had been found, thank you!

No that's not the one, a Yuan wasn't in it

NOT FOUND! Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

FOUND? The Symphony Of A Tragedy (So Great It Devours Me) by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (E, 22k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, dead dove, Cannot Handle Do Not Read, The Dove Is So Dead It Predates The Creation Of The Burial Mounds, omegaverse AU, POW LWJ, Captured LWJ, Qishan Wen Is Its Own Warning, semi-graphic descriptions of torture, Chemically-Induced Bitching, If Qishan Wen Headed Unit 731, traumatic flashbacks, PTSD, Sensory Deprivation, Attempted Mindbreak, Extremely Unreliable Narrator, Starvation, Forced Feeding, Controlled feeding, Threats Of Teeth-Pulling As Torture, threats of rape, threats of sexual assault, Just Lots Of Threats, withholding of food, LWJ’s Justifiable Paranoia, Dubious Consent, Due To Unexpectedly Triggered Heat Cycle, Influenced Enthusiastic Consent, guilt tripping, Coerced Self-Care, Mpreg, Male Omega Pregnancy, Hopeful Ending, Happy-ish Ever After, Content Warnings in Chapter Notes, attempted self-harm, Suicidal Ideation, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega LWJ)

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11. Hello, I am looking for a fanfiction set during the Cloud Recesses Study Arc where Lan Wangji is cursed into being the perfect Lan disciple and only Wei Wuxian notices at first.

When he tries to bring it to the attention of Lan Qiren & Lan Xichen, however, they assume that he is messing with Wangji and don't take it seriously for a while - and Wangji, prisoner in his own body, cannot indicate that this is not the case.

Thank you for your help. I sifted through the "Curses" tag for ages and couldn't find it again.

FOUND! The Meaning of Silence by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 14k, wangxian, Mind Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pining)

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12. Hi so I was still trying to find a fic that I thought I bookmarked but I think I didn't so the fic is like this lwj is trying to find a fake date to his brother's wedding to nmj and of course it's wwx and it's modern setting and in a twist of fate everyone loves wwx good uncle lqn and I think they're just one scene where wwx brother came to his home with the wen siblings too I don't know shout at him or something and lwj was there because he was going to their house that's all I can remember @constancebloodstone

I think I recently read #12, but I can't find it. Lan Zhan and Wei Ying were fake dating because Lan Xichen was making LZ bring a date to his wedding. NHS had to bring a date too. And NHS referred LZ to an ad that WY had posted to be a horrible date. WY was living with the Wens and working at least 2 jobs. Also he made his own outfits and he made one for LZ. They referred to WY as an escort, but they didn't seem to realize they were implying that WY was doing sex work. There were several wedding related events to attend. I'll keep looking.

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13. Hi, Thank you for this public service! I can't find this fic I read months ago. after the events of guanyin temple (CQL), Lan Zhan offers to dual cultivate with Wei Ying to strengthen the core of Mo Xuanyu's body. Being the idiots that they are, they fumble around with the sex and so much awkwardness during their travels. They end up in the house of a town/village Lord that Lan Zhan regularly frequents where finally they confess. Then Wei Ying proceeds to edge Lan Zhan and receives triple the usual amount of spiritual energy for his cultivation. @chillstitchbitch

FOUND? Always Light My Way by cqlorphan (E, 27k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Friends With Benefits, to lovers, wherein dual cultivation may be counted as a benefit, Jealous WWX, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, angsty sex, Versatile | Switch WangXian, Bottom LWJ, Service Top LWJ, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Coming Untouched, Dom/sub Undertones, the angsty sex happens in the beginning but they get past it dw, Oblivious LWJ, archer WWX, Smart WWX, Porn with Feelings, Panic Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dual Cultivation)

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14. Im looking for a fic where wei ying was living in a shitty flat and got sick because he slept with the fan on the whole night and lz invited him to live with him? And the excuses kept piling on like winter is too cold lol

FOUND? to chase away loneliness by emowangji (T, 52k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Exes, Post-Break Up, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Pining, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Getting Back Together, Friends to Lovers, bacteria boi/biology student wwx, tree hugger lwj, Humor, Romantic Comedy, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, side xuanli/sangcheng, Alcohol, Living Together, Roommates, Chatting & Messaging)

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15. Hi!! Trying to find the fic where nie huaisang is a fashion designer and lan zhan attends one of their shows and then commissions some harnesses from them

Nie huasang is non binary

Wei ying is either a model or photographer or there as a friend?

Lan zhan white harness agenda

Pretty sure it gets explicit, also I remember lan zhan being very shy/hesitant about the commission but also determined. @pussyaside

FOUND! For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm (E, 170k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pining, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans au, repressed LWJ, sex worker WWX, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Background ChengQing, background NieLan, background XuanLi, Nonbinary NHS) lwj commissions harness from nhs, paritcularly ch4 if u want to check

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16. Hi, I'm looking for a fic where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan meet when Wei Ying was a street kid. Lan Zhan takes him to Gusu and they grow up together, Madam Lan is alive. What's special about this story is that as a birthday present Wei Ying sings to Lan Zhan as they grow up. @gabymg23

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17. Hi! newbie here. I'm looking for a long fic where LWJ is raising Yuan during the time WWX is supposedly dead and is very bitter towards everyone, Yanli is alive and gets a smackdown by LWJ as well as JC. I remember at one point Yuan's back is hurt on a night hunt and brings back memories for LWJ. Also WWX is not dead but has been in a coma all this time and finally wakes up. @mellowtastemakerfox

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18. Hii!! I've been searching for a fic but i can't seem to find it no matter what i do, i hope its not deleted 🥲 So the fic was starting with lwj texting a number witch was his mothers and using it to tell his day or important thing etc. then wei ying texting saying that hes been getting those massages but saying he can contiunie. After that wwx starts texting his life amd pretending he is talking to his parents too. Then there is a wedding(jyl's???) and lz attends to the wedding, meets wy there things happen(i read this fic long ago i dint remember much) and then one night wy sends a really sad massage about jc kicking him out(?) bc he found out hes gay so lz breaks their deal of not responding back to ask if hes got a place to stay and offer his home. And when wy comes they both find out they know each other in real life and they talk etc they understand that wys gay awakining was bc of lz and its yhe same for lz too THE END

SORRY THAT WAS A LOT BUT I REALLY WANT TO FIND IT

as always, thank you in advance!!😚😚 @for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou

FOUND!🔒I'm falling for your eyes but they don't know me yet by gusulanzhan (T, 3k, WangXian, Gay WWX, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, not internalised though, Not Beta Read, originally a threadfic, Gay LWJ, Identity Porn, I think?, And then they were roommates, Misunderstandings, Bridezilla lxc, Parents Are Dead, Modern AU)

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19. hello hello! I hope all you lovely mods are doing well!

all I remember of this modern au fic is that there was a scene where wwx and lwj get in a physical fight, and lots of their classmates recorded it. there was a bunch of sexual tension throughout.

thank you!! @yourancestorsarefrowning

FOUND?🔒Whiplash by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 53k, WangXian, Untamed AU, bottom!LWJ I top!WWX, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Modern AU, High School, JC and WQ are LWJ’s besties, LWJ has a belly chain, Horny WangXian, Sexual Tension, Angst with a Happy Ending)

FOUND? love sticks, sweat drips by pinklemon (E, 4k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, High School, Boxing, Fighting, horny fighting, Modern AU, Comphet WWX, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Bondage, Intercrural Sex) not sure if 19 s found yet, but this could be it? Though the tension gets resolved

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20. Hi! I am looking for a specific fic that I read 2+ years ago. It is on the tip of my tongue but I just can’t think of its name! It is set post canon where the full events of the book play out: after the 13 years WWX comes back in MXY’s body and confronts JGY. The fic picks up a year or two after that with WWX coming back a second time in his own body and this WWX has no knowledge of the 13 years or JGY's meddling and the temple and such, he is as he was when he first died. There are thus then two WWX’s running around and people are like “which, or both, is the real one?” and I think one WWX ends up with LWJ and the other reconciles with JC. I would love to read this again, if anyone can point me to it I will love you forever and ever! Thank you!

FOUND! worm moon by serein (E, 103k, WangXianCheng, Post-Canon, Mystery, Angst, Humor, Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Identity Issues, eventual polyamory, Cults, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied past cannibalism, Switching, Doppelganger, POV Alternating, Character Study, Explicit Sexual Content, Reverse Golden Core Reveal, mild horror elements)

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[fatcathappycat]

7 more 7 year gap Narumitsu fic recs (here's part 2!)

The seven year gap years are some of the richest for Narumitsu fan fiction. Below are seven more of my favourite seven year gap fics, in no particular order. Part 1 is here and part 3 here and yay, there’s now a part 4 {:-) :-)

Enjoy!

1) Mitte by sunsmasher

Rating: M Words: 4,693 Time to read: 10 min

This fic takes a more cynical look at love but oh, the end scene is perfect, and stays with you for a looooong while. I think I've reread it at least 4-5 times. It was one of the fics that motivated me to joining Ao3 as a member, rather than a guest, so I could participate more fully with commenting and Bookmarks. My original book mark said "Still thinking about this weeks later… so brutal but not without hope."

~7~

2) Rule of Three by DeiRyuu

Rating: G Words: 1,948 Time to read: 10 min

Taking place during one of the Wright's visits with Edgeworth in Europe, this fic is a wholesome, well written, fambly one shot. ❤️💙💙 Part 1 of NaruMitsu Week 2020 series

~7~

3) Bernstein (liminal) by just_a_wavefunction

Rating: G Words: 3,661 Time to read: 15 min

One of those fics that are so well written and that you crave more at the end. Set in the early years of the 7 year gap, Phoenix and Trucy spend quality time with Miles in Europe (Miles POV).

~7~

4) hop a plane by alyxellipsis

Rating: E Words: 3,790 Time to read: 15 min

Phoenix spontaneously flies to Europe to specifically not talk about his feelings with Miles. Kristophe is mentioned, read the tags. Recommending because it it is so good, but oh, my heart. This one kicked me.

~7~

5) Childswap by theacegrace

Rating: G Words: 11,781 Time to read: 50 min

A beloved Narumitsu ‘classic,' this one feels like it should be on a 'required reading' list for Ace Attorney found family fans. Written for narumitsu week 2019 day 7: domestic

~7~

6) Kindred by timepatches

Rating: G Words: 11, 781 Time to read: 6.5 hours

Pess fic! A case fic! and yes, a Narumitsu fic set during the 7 year gap years. Super charming and a wonderful story to settle into over a weekend. This set me off on a Pess fic binge (hmmm, maybe a future fic rec list :) )

~7~

7) The Same Thing, Self Aware by cosmogyral

Rating: M Words: 15,921 Time to read: 60 min

So well written. Ow my heart, but hold on, cosmogyral has you baby, there is hope. I love the way that Miles is written and while it hurts to see Phoenix so…asshole-ish? Jaded. I love how his path to redemption is so beautifully crafted in this story. It leaves me wanting more.

Also found in Podfic form by blotthis! Beautifully narrated and with excellent art!

And thus concludes part two of my 7 x 7 year gap fic recs. I hope you enjoy them all, and if you want more, please check out part 3 :)

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(Drabble) Honey — jeongin

This is a rework of one of my first posts. if you like this i might do another with a different post i made before.

MDNI, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (mommy is used in this)

Jeongin lay sprawled across your bed, lazily scrolling through his phone, his fingers idly tapping at the screen. Boredom gnawed at him until an idea sparked in his mind—a mischievous little thought that made him glance over at your laptop, sitting unattended on your desk. A sly smirk tugged at his lips as he sat up and reached for it.

At first, it was innocent. Just some memes, group chats with the other members, a few work emails—nothing too interesting. But then, he stumbled upon a folder of bookmarked links, each one leading to Twitter posts that piqued his curiosity. His brows furrowed as he clicked on the first one, only for his eyes to widen at the sight of a woman riding a man’s cock, her moans filling the screen.

Jeongin’s breath hitched, his body going still. His fingers twitched over the trackpad, hesitation warring with intrigue. Yet, instead of closing it, he clicked again. More clips loaded—choking, slapping, overstimulation, each video pushing his curiosity further until his sweatpants felt uncomfortably tight. His cock twitched against the fabric, heat pooling low in his stomach.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. His hips shifted, searching for relief, but the ache only grew worse. His fingers drifted downward, palming himself through his sweats as he scrolled, unable to stop watching, unable to stop imagining—

He was so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn’t hear the soft creak of the door, didn’t notice you stepping inside, arms crossed as you observed him in silence. A smirk played on your lips as you leaned against the wall, watching his hand move against himself, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

The click of your tongue made him freeze.

Slowly, Jeongin turned his head, his wide eyes meeting yours. He sat up abruptly, yanking his hand away as if he’d been burned. “I—”

You sauntered closer, tilting your head in mock curiosity. “So, pretty boy,” you purred, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap, your hands pressing into his chest to keep him in place. “What exactly did you find while snooping around?”

His breath stuttered, his hands gripping the sheets as he swallowed hard. “I—uh…”

You leaned in, your lips ghosting over his ear. “Baby, you know I need verbal answers.” Your fingers grasped his chin, tilting his head back to force his gaze on you.

Jeongin’s lips parted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I f-found your links…”

A hum of amusement escaped you. “Oh? And remind me of rule two.”

His throat bobbed as he looked at you, guilt flickering behind his eyes. “Mommy, I promise I didn’t me—”

“Rule. Two.” Your voice was firm, teasing, yet expectant.

He hesitated for only a second before exhaling shakily. “Don’t masturbate or watch anything sexual without your permission…”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your lips. “That’s right.” You rewarded him with a brief kiss, barely more than a brush of lips before pulling away. Your nails raked down his chest, tracing over his trembling abdomen until you reached the waistband of his sweatpants.

“What did you watch?” you murmured, slipping your hand inside and wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the warmth of him against your palm.

“I-I can’t say it…” he admitted, his voice strained, his body tense beneath you.

You arched a brow. “Why not?”

He didn’t answer, only looking at you with a mixture of embarrassment and need.

“What a shame,” you mused, withdrawing your hand and sliding off the bed. He whined softly at the loss of your touch, watching as you made your way to the closet. His breath hitched when you pulled out a familiar box, setting it on the bed beside him.

You lifted the lid, fingers grazing over the array of toys inside before plucking out a sleek vibrator. You turned back to him, your eyes dark with amusement and something far more sinful.

“You ready to be a good boy and make up for breaking the rules?”

Jeongin swallowed hard, his body betraying him as he nodded, his breath coming in short, needy pants. His wide eyes flickered between the vibrator in your hand and your face, anticipation and nervousness warring in his expression.

“That’s a good boy,” you praised, reaching out to trace your fingers along his jaw. His skin burned under your touch, his body already wound tight from being caught. “Now, lie back for me.”

He obeyed immediately, shifting until his head rested against the pillows, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You watched him for a moment, savoring the way his hands clenched the sheets, the way his thighs tensed in expectation. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged them down, exposing just how affected he was. His cock sprang free, flushed a deep pink at the tip, a bead of precum glistening there.

You hummed in approval, letting your fingers ghost over his shaft, barely touching him. “So eager,” you mused, watching the way his hips jerked at even the lightest contact. “Did watching all those videos make you this needy?”

Jeongin bit his lip, but he couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped him when you finally wrapped your hand around him. “Y-yes,” he admitted, his voice breathy, tinged with desperation. “I—I couldn’t stop thinking about them…”

You clicked your tongue, tightening your grip just enough to make him shudder. “Such a naughty boy,” you teased, dragging your thumb over his slit, smearing the precum across his tip. His breath hitched, his head tipping back against the pillow. “Did you imagine yourself in their place? Being used, touched, fucked until you couldn’t take anymore?”

A strangled moan fell from his lips as his hips bucked into your hand. His fingers dug into the sheets, his body writhing under your touch. “Y-yes, Mommy,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your smirk deepened, your grip on him steady but unrelenting. “Good boy,” you cooed, leaning down to press a teasing kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Then let’s make sure you learn your lesson properly.”

You clicked on the vibrator, the soft hum filling the room. Jeongin’s breath caught, his eyes locked onto the toy as you slowly dragged it down his stomach, inching closer and closer to his aching cock. His body tensed, his thighs trembling as anticipation curled tight in his belly.

“Tell me, baby,” you murmured, hovering the toy just above his sensitive length. “Are you ready to take your punishment like a good boy?”

Jeongin’s breath came in ragged pants, his body already on the brink. His lashes fluttered, his lips parting as he looked up at you, utterly wrecked and desperate.

“Yes, Mommy,” he breathed. “Please… punish me.”

Your smile was wicked as you finally pressed the vibrator against him, watching as his entire body jolted, a broken moan spilling from his lips.

This was going to be fun.

You increased the intensity, watching as Jeongin writhed beneath you, his back arching off the bed. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his body trembling under the relentless vibrations. “M-Mommy, please—” he gasped, his voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Please what?” you asked, tilting your head, amusement dancing in your eyes as you toyed with him. “You want me to stop?”

He shook his head frantically, eyes squeezed shut. “N-no! Don’t stop—please don’t stop!”

A slow smirk curled your lips as you leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss against his jaw. “That’s what I thought.”

You let the vibrator trail lower, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. His entire body convulsed, a sobbing moan ripping from his throat as he thrashed against the sheets. He was so close—so desperate, teetering on the edge of bliss.

“You’re such a mess,” you murmured, watching him fall apart beneath you. “Look at you, all fucked out just from this. Do you really deserve to cum after breaking the rules?”

Jeongin’s breath hitched, his expression twisting into pure need. “P-please… I—I’ll be good, I swear!”

You hummed in consideration, the vibrator still working against him, sending shivers down his spine. “I suppose I could let you cum,” you mused, your voice dripping with false innocence. “But only if you beg properly.”

His eyes fluttered open, wide and desperate as they met yours. “Please, Mommy,” he whimpered. “Please let me cum—I need it, I need you. I’ll be good, I promise. Just—please!”

Your smile softened ever so slightly, a hint of affection flickering in your gaze. “Such a needy boy,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Alright, baby. Cum for me.”

With a broken cry, Jeongin’s body tensed, his release hitting him hard as he spilled over your hand, his entire form shaking from the force of his orgasm. You watched him unravel, pride swelling in your chest as he rode out his pleasure, completely at your mercy.

As he finally collapsed against the sheets, panting and spent, you leaned in to kiss his flushed cheek. “Good boy,” you whispered, stroking his hair gently. “You took your punishment so well.”

Jeongin hummed softly, his eyes fluttering shut as a contented sigh left his lips. “Thank you, Mommy…”

You smiled, reaching over to the nightstand for a warm towel. With careful hands, you cleaned him up, murmuring soft praises as you did. Once finished, you tugged the blankets over his cooling body, wrapping him up in warmth.

“Come here,” you coaxed, pulling him against your chest. He curled into you immediately, his body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. You ran soothing fingers through his damp hair, pressing light kisses along his forehead.

“You did so well for me, baby,” you murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”

Jeongin sighed against your skin, his body finally relaxing completely. “I love you,” he mumbled sleepily, his voice laced with exhaustion.

Your heart softened, and you pressed a final kiss to his temple. “I love you too, sweetheart. Rest now.”

He let out a content hum, his breathing evening out as he drifted into sleep, safe and sound in your arms.

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[communicationthroughlyrics]

I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 15 - Y/N moved to escape some of their looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Just angst. Layin it on thicccck

Word Count: 2.2K

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You Might As Well Be Six Feet In Dirt

It was about a week before Val reared her head again. You had been working hard to win back Wanda's trust, helping her around the house, cooking dinner, and slowly incorporating date nights further out of town to avoid any potential run-ins. Wanda had started to come around, her laughter filling the house again, and her eyes no longer filled with doubt. But you had the gut feeling that the calm was only temporary.

And then the call came. It was a Tuesday evening, and you were both sitting in your living room, Wanda engrossed in a book, her lips stained from her glass of cabernet left over from dinner. While you were scrolling through potential projects on your work laptop, your thoughts wandered to the weekend plans you had made. The phone vibrated on the coffee table, and Wanda looked at you expectantly as you picked it up. The name on the screen made your heart sink.

Wanda watched as your demeanor changed, and quickly bookmarked her spot, setting the hardback on the table next to your recliner before leaning forward towards you. "Who is it?" she asked, her voice tentative. You didn't answer, your thumb hovering over the 'ignore' button, not wanting to burst the bubble you had worked so hard to create.

"It's Val," you said finally, your voice tight with tension. Wanda's eyes narrowed, her posture stiffening. "What does she want?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice calm. "I'm not sure if I want to know." You looked over at her, hoping she could read the silent plea in your eyes. "I should probably take this."

Wanda nodded, her jaw tight, and you settled the phone between Wanda and yourself. Sliding your finger to hit 'answer' with a trembling hand. "What do you want, Val?" you snarled into the phone.

Her voice was sweet and sickening, like honey over rotten fruit. "I just wanted to see how my favorite person was doing," she said, her tone mocking.

You clenched your fist. "What do you want, Val?"

"Oh, I just wanted to remind you of our little agreement," she sang into the phone, her voice echoing with malice.

Your stomach dropped. The agreement was a part of your past that you had hoped to keep buried, but Val had always had a knack for digging up your darkest secrets. "What are you talking about?"

Wanda's eyes bore into you, her grip on the blanket tightening.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Val purred. "You owe me, Y/N, and I've come to collect."

You felt the walls closing in, the warmth of the room suddenly stifling. "Val, I can't—"

"You can and you will," she interrupted. "You know the rules of the game."

You looked over at Wanda, her gaze unwavering, filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. You knew you had to get off this call. "We're not playing that game anymore," you said firmly.

Wanda's eyes widened at your words, and she sat up straight, her grip on the blanket turning white-knuckled.

"Oh, but we are," Val said, a chuckle escaping her lips. "If you don't hold up your end, I'll make sure everyone knows the truth about what you really did in Westview. And let's not forget about the little...incident with the police."

The room grew colder, the warmth of the fireplace suddenly forgotten. Wanda's eyes searched yours, desperation etched into her features.

"I'll think about it," you managed to say, trying to buy yourself some time.

"You do that," Val said before hanging up.

The silence was deafening as you set the phone down on the coffee table. Wanda looked at you, her eyes filled with unspoken questions. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in your chest.

"What game?" she whispered, her voice shaking slightly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's complicated," you began, hoping she would understand without you having to say too much.

"Complicated?" Wanda's voice grew louder, the hurt and anger returning. "Is this about me? Or did you make a deal with her to stay away from Piet?"

You shook your head, "It's not like that. It's about protecting you and Pietro."

Wanda's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?"

"It's nothing you need to worry about," you said, trying to reassure her.

"Apparently it is," Wanda retorted, the hurt in her voice palpable. "What kind of deal did you make with her?"

You took a moment to collect your thoughts, the weight of your past threatening to crush you. "It's complicated," you repeated, trying to find the right words. "But I need to handle this first, for you, and Piet."

Wanda pulled away, her eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. "I want to trust you, Y/N, but you're not making this easy. Like at all."

You nodded, understanding her frustration. "I know. And I'm sorry." You took her hand in yours, feeling the warmth of her skin against your cold palms. "But I have to do this. Unfortunately, past me didn't have much foresight."

The following weekend, you found yourself back in Westview, standing outside the dilapidated bar where you had spent too many nights with Val. The neon sign flickered ominously, casting a garish light on the puddles of rainwater on the pavement. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come.

Inside, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap liquor. The same faces that had watched you and Val's tumultuous relationship unfold were now watching you with a mix of curiosity and contempt. Val was at the bar, looking up at you with a smirk that made your blood boil.

"You're late," she said, sipping on a neon-blue cocktail that matched her mood perfectly.

"I had things to do," you replied, keeping your voice low and even.

"Oh, I bet you did," she sneered, sliding off the barstool. "But I'm not here to talk about your new life in Foxwood."

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your cool. "What do you want?"

Val sauntered closer, her eyes gleaming. "I want what you promised me," she purred, her voice like a knife sliding against your nerves. "I want my cut of the action."

You knew what she was referring to—the deal you had made with her to keep your past in the shadows. A deal that had kept you in her clutches for so long. "That's over," you said firmly. "I'm not playing your games anymore."

"Is that so?" Val's smile grew wider, revealing a set of teeth that could cut glass. "What if I told you that I've been keeping tabs on your little neighbor?"

Your heart stopped. "What have you done?"

"Let's just say that if you don't start playing ball, sweet Wanda might get a little surprise from her past," she sang, her eyes gleaming with malice.

The blood drained from your face. You had to protect Wanda at all costs. "What do you want?"

"A favor," Val said simply, her eyes never leaving yours. "One little favor, and I'll leave you and your precious Wanda alone."

The thought of Wanda getting hurt made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn't let Val win. You had to find a way to outsmart her without compromising your new life. "Fine," you gritted out. "What's the favor?"

Her grin was victory incarnate. "I'll tell you tomorrow," she said, turning to leave. "And don't be late, this time."

The drive back to your hotel was a blur of anger and fear. You couldn't believe you had allowed Val to hold this power over you again. But as you pulled into the parking lot, you imagined pulling into the driveway in front of Wanda's house. She would be waiting for you to come home, curled into the corner of her patio swing with a cup of hot tea and a book, her luminous smile greeting you as you walked up to her.

You wanted that. Needed that. You could not let Val take that away. Nor could you let her harm or affect Wanda in any way. The thought of Wanda in pain was more than you could bear.

The next day was a blur of nausea and dread. You met Val at the same time in the same bar, feeling like a pawn in her twisted game of chess. She sat there, legs crossed, sipping a drink with a little umbrella in it, looking every bit the villainess she was. "Ready to play?" she smirked as you slid into the booth across from her.

You nodded tersely, your jaw clenched so tight it hurt. "Lets get this bullshit fucking over with." You growled, sitting yourself across from the foul woman. She tisked at your statement, shaking her head.

"Now, now, Y/N, is that any way to speak to your old flame?" she smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"I think you need to emphasize the 'old' part a little bit more, Val," you leaned in, steeling your gaze towards the woman. "But then again, you've never acted your age."

Val's condescending smile never faltered, "Alright, cut the shit, Y/N," she said, setting the drink down with a clack. "I need you to do a little job for me. Nothing too difficult, I promise."

"Well, you were known for being easy," you muttered, trying to keep the contempt out of your voice. "What job?"

Val leaned back, a smug expression on her face. "Just a little errand. I need you to pick something up for me. It's a...package, let's say. It's at an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. You remember the one?"

"You're going to need to be a little bit more specific, Val. There's a whole ass district of them on the outskirts of town. Or has your Alzheimer's begun to set in at your age?"

Val rolled her eyes at your sarcasm, but the twitch of her lips suggested she was slightly amused. "Very funny," she said, sliding a crumpled piece of paper across the table. "Here's the address. You'll know what to do when you get there. Do not, whatever you do, try and get cute. There will be hell to pay if you do."

You took the paper, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "What's in this package?"

"What did I just say, Y/N? Don't get cute." Val's voice was like a whip crack in the tense silence of the bar. She took a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her fingers like a serpent waiting to strike. "You just pick it up and bring it to me. That's all. What's in the package is none of your concern."

You clenched your fists, trying to hold onto your anger. "Alright," you forced out. "But if it has anything to do with hurting Wanda or Piet—"

"It doesn't," Val cut you off. "It's just business. But if you want to keep playing house with Wanda, you'll do exactly as I say."

You took a deep breath, feeling the paper in your pocket like a ticking time bomb. "Fine. I'll get the package."

Val's smile widened as she stood, walking around to where her perfume invaded your senses. She patted your cheek before leaning over and grazing her lips against your ear. "Good girl," she said, patting your hand. "You always did know how to make a woman happy."

You resisted the urge to throw your drink in her face, instead nodding and watching as she left the bar with a sway of her hips that had once made you weak. But not anymore. Now, it just made you sick. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you pulled it out to see a text from Wanda.

This is when you were glad you told Wanda your plan and that you were coming out here to deal with Val. It was a risky play, but you trusted her. And if you had lied to her about coming here, you could only imagine the guilt you would feel and the hurt it would cause her.

"How did your meeting with the she-devil go?"

"About as good as I expected, to be honest, Wands."

Those familiar three dots popped up, then disappeared, and showed up again.

"Please, be careful. I don't trust this situation. I have a bad feeling about this."

Your stomach sank at the thought of her sitting alone in the house, wondering what you were up to.

"I'll be careful," you texted back, trying to keep the anxiety out of your voice. "It's just a package, I'll grab it and be back before you know it."

Wanda's response was quick. "I would say to not do anything stupid, but you already are."

You couldn't argue with her, so you sent back a thumbs-up emoji, with "I'll be back soon, I promise." The dots appeared again, before disappearing.

With a deep sigh, you left the bar, the cold Westview air a stark contrast to the stuffy warmth you had just left. The drive to the warehouse was tense, the GPS in your phone the only noise in your car. Rain pattered against the windshield, the rhythmic sound adding to the anxiety building in your chest.