#WIP: Heir of Chaos

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Some songs that fit my WIPs either in lyrics or vibe.

Mark of the Forest/Dread Secrets-

Either Guns For Hire by Woodkid or What Could Have Been by Sting and Ray Chen.

New Rules/Tinnitus-

Illusion by Ateez

Runaways/Heir of Chaos-

Frost by TXT or Crown by TXT

Corruption of Heroes-

It Seemed the Better Way by Leonard Cohen or Hunt You Down by The Hit House and Ruby Friedman

Life in the Realm/Finding Family-

Family by Mother Mother

Shadow of Doubt-

You'd Be Paranoid Too - Waterparks or Saints by Echos

Background of Love-

Fake Protagonist by Getsunova or Lose (english version) by Wonho

Misfortune-

Seraph by DPR Ian or Who Are You by Sam Kim

Haven't thought much about Love Afterlife and Demon Eye, so idk what songs fit for vibes or lyrics.

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WIP Wednesday (Even thought it's Saturday)

Thank you empressdede and @whatdoeseverybodywant for the tag. This has been sitting in my drafts since December. Enjoy!!

The Christmas Present

Jey's Annual Christmas Party

“There is nothing wrong with Sefa, take that back. Your being plan mean now,” I said offended as Tori one of the new divas was talking about him as he stood across the room totally unaware, or maybe he was, and he just didn’t give a shit what people thought of him.

He always moved in silence…Guarded and the halls always cleared when they saw him coming.

“Get real Eden, it has to be something wrong with him. He just stands there like a knot on a log and doesn’t say anything. I wonder does he show emotions when he has sex or is he like a robot,” she said as Trin interrupted her public undressing of the tribal heir.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with my brother-in-law, he just ain’t with the drama that ya’ll asses bring. Plus, he likes his women real, not surgically enhanced,” Trin said as I smiled at the offended look and Tori’s face before she stormed off.

“Damn tell her how you feel, Trin,” I laughed as she smiled.

“Girl, she mad because he won’t give her the time of day and he likes you,” Trin said winking at me as I shook my head at her before stealing a glance at the baby brother of the Fatu family.

I have to admit, I liked him too, but he was dangerous. They say the most dangerous man in the room is one that doesn’t know the power he has over others, and I don’t think he knows the power he truly has.

I was drawn to him, there was a sadness to him that just made me want to hold him.  

The chaos of the Christmas party long forgotten as I saw him talk to his brothers for a few minutes before going upstairs.

“When are you going to tell him, you like him?’ Trin asked as I sipped on my champagne. “I’m not ready to date yet, Trin,” I said as she scoffed.

“Bullshit It’s been over a year, you need to have some fun,” she said as her thoughts echoed in my mind.

My last relationship had me leery on letting someone into my life again. It’s not every day your boyfriend cheats on you with your cousin. I’m not scared to admit that it fucked me up, but I am slowly working through it.

“I’m going to tell him Merry Christmas, then order me an uber,” I said as she smirked at me.  “An uber? Girl, go upstairs and lay up under that man, stop playin’,” Trin said as I sighed.

“Uh, we are rarely home and I’m going to sleep in my own bed tonight, thank you very much. Plus, I’m sure Jey don’t want folks having sex in his house,” I said giving her a hug as she laughed.

“Aye, where my hug at?” Jey asked engulfing us both in his strong arms. “I really enjoyed the party boo, but I’m about to head out,” I said as he kissed my cheek.

“Head up and see lil bro before you leave. He’s in the spare bedroom, you know where it’s at,” he said as I gave him another hug before going upstairs. The music becoming fainter as I went to the other side of the house.

How do you tell someone you want them to rearrange your insides respectively without sounding desperate. Gently knocking on the door I leaned up against the frame, my hair flowing wild and free as I anxiously waited.

“Who is it?” He asked opening the door as I smiled trying to hide my nervousness. The shocked look on his face told me all I needed to know I made the right decision to come up to see him.

“Are you alone?” I asked as he nervously gulped but couldn’t resist being a smart ass. “Oh, I got a whole party going on in here, you don’t see all these people” he said smartly as I rolled my eyes “Always the smart ass,” I whispered as he cracked a smile.

 “It’s always just me, you know that,” he said as I built up my nerve.

 “Well, how would you like to have a real party for two?” I asked shyly as he opened the door wider allowing me inside as I put my coat on the dresser.

“I was just listening’ to some music on the tv to unwind,” he said clearing his throat going over to turn it off. “No, leave it on,” I whispered sitting down in the chair beside the bed as he turned it down a little and sat down on the bed.

“What happened you been avoiding me all night?” I asked truly wanting to know what was wrong. “I got some shit on my mind, I had to take the kids back to their mom and they didn’t want me to leave,” he said as I sympathized with him.

“I know it gets hard but it’s going to get better, I know it is. They know you love them and just keep making sure they know that.” Reaching over I rubbed his knee in support as he stoic expression never changed but he nodded.

“I just hate I won’t get to spend Christmas with them tomorrow, but I guess I should be thankful they got to open a few of their gifts from me tonight.”

 “Maybe you should call her and see could you stop in and just be there for when they open their other gifts tomorrow,” I suggested as he sighed pulling out his phone texting his ex-wife.  

I hoped she lets him do that, it’s bad enough she moved the kids back here to Pensacola without him knowing.

 I saw a small smile pass his face as he got a text alert. “She said I could come in the morning to see them open their gifts, and eat breakfast with them,” he said as I smiled brightly at him, truly happy for him.

“I’m glad she changed her mind, I can’t even imagine being without my baby on Christmas,” I said as he grabbed my hand, causing me to blush.

“Enough about me though, how is Kason?” he asked as I smiled brightly at the mention of my son’s name. “He’s great, my mom has him for tonight. She thought I needed the break.”

“You do, I mean your like superwoman. You make sure all our schedules are good and constantly taking care of us all. Then you’re a mom to a very busy ten-month-old. Hell, when we leave the building, your night is just getting started,” he said as I tried not to smile.

 He actually was taking notice and appreciative of my work and who I was as a person.

“Yea, it does but I’m just glad Joe talked them into getting me a bus so I can bring him on the road with me. I love how kid friendly the backstage atmosphere is now under Paul’s leadership.”

“Yea, he has that part down good. Now if only the gossip mill would stop wit they shit, maybe I could walk the halls and not be judged by people that don’t even know me,” his voice trailed off.

I knew he heard the whispers of our coworkers. They were afraid of him, they bought into the persona, but I knew better. He was shy and misunderstood but it was their loss and my gain.

“I wanna dance,” I said standing up and holding my hand out to him as his eyes seemed unsure. It was almost as if he wanted to look around to see if there was anyone else in the room with us.

“Uh, with me?” he asked as nodded, not trusting my voice. “It’s a lot that comes along with this and I know you ain’t ready,” Sefa whispered his eyes piercing my soul as I yearned for him.

“Stop worrying, I’m a big girl and I know what I want,” I said unashamed as he licked his lips. “Is that right? Well, tell me again what you want beautiful,” His deep voice awakening something within me that had been doormat for far too long.

“I want to dance with you…Right here…. Right now,” I declared as he stood up pulling me close, our foreheads touching as I caressed his face.

 His nervousness making me almost shy, but I knew if this was going to happen tonight, I needed to take charge. “Sefa, I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I whispered as his eyes found mine again.

Clearing his throat, I waited with bated breath for his answer. “I don’t wanna be alone tonight either,” he whispered nodding as I released the breath I was holding.

 “I was hoping you would say that,” I said, my fingers playing with his beard as he caressed my hips.

 Building up my courage, I tested the waters with a gentle kiss as a deep groan fell from his lips as we tasted each other.

Suddenly, Sefa pulled me closer, deepening our kiss making it even more impossible for me to gather my myself as he ravaged my mouth with his. My hands gripping the back of his shirt as I whimpered against his lips in pleasure.

His kisses, powerful and intentional as I weakened in his arms.

“Mm, Sefa”, I gasped as he released my lips. Shit, he can kiss, and he knew it by the sly smile that adorned his handsome face as we both caught our breaths.

  “You sure?” he asked as I nodded, his hands caressing my face as he claimed my lips again.

“Mmm, tell me you want me and that I ain’t trippin’ right now,” he whispered, his passionate gaze making me fall even deeper under his spell.

“Yes, I want you,” I moaned as his thumb caressed my lower lip. “You want my head between your thighs eatin' that sweet pussy don’t you?”

 His deep voice sending shivers down my spine as I purred in anticipation.

“Yes! Please Sefa,” I begged unashamed, yearning to be claimed as he licked his lips.

“You want all this dick up in dat pussy rearranging them tight walls don’t you?”

Fuck, he knew his power, and I was already under his spell, ready and willing as I whimpered against him unable to speak.

“Are you ready for all of me Eden, I can be a lot baby, but I promise you ain’t gon’ never forget me.”  

I nodded, rendered powerless as his lips slowly descended upon mine, our kisses becoming deeper and more desperate by the second.

“Yes, take me,” I gasped finally finding my voice as we fell onto the bed.  Our lips and hands exploring each other desperately. “You sure?” he whispered against my lips, as I nodded again.

 “Let me here you, Eden. Do you want me?” he groaned, grabbing my hands pinning them above my head as he towered over me .

 “I want you,” I moaned as a low growl fell from his lips. “I want you too,” he moaned claiming my lips again with urgency as I gasped at the intensity but welcomed it.  

I was losing myself, losing myself in him and I loved it.

Whimpering against his mouth, he abruptly released my lips and let my hands go. “Why did you stop?” I panted trying to catch my breath as he searched my face for discomfort.

 “I knew you weren’t ready for this; I’m moving too fast.  Your scared of me, aren’t you?” he asked as I looked at him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” I asked not getting how he gathered that conclusion.

“Look, I can take it alright, just tell me your scared of me like everybody els is," he said as I sat up beside him still trying to catch my breath.

“Scared of you? Boy, if anything I needed to breathe so I wouldn’t die on your ass,” I said as he looked at me in confusion.

“I’m serious Sefa, whether you know it or not, your very intense and I like it. It actually makes it hard for me to not lose myself around you,” I confessed as he searched my eyes for any deception in my words.  

 “I’m not scared of you Sefa, if I was, I wouldn’t have come up her,” I said reaching over and placing my hand on his knee.

“You sure you’re not scared?  You would tell me, right?” he asked as I smiled at him.

“Now, if you would have asked me this last year, I would have said yes without a second thought. But, I know you now, and up under that tough enforcer attitude you’re a teddy bear,” I said getting up off the bed and going over to the table to fix me a shot of Tequilla.

“I couldn’t tell that you were scared, you chewed my ass out for not speaking to you the first time we ever talked,” he said as I laughed.

“Hell, its rude to not to say at least hello to someone when they speak to you.”

“A’ight you right, I was wrong,” he said as an idea popped into my head.

“Now, since we got that covered, how bout we get out of here and go to my house. I have a beautiful view of the beach and plenty of privacy,” I offered as he stood up slowly walking towards me.

“Going somewhere more private sounds perfect, I mean we don’t need everybody in our business,” he said as I nodded in agreement. Last thing any of us needed was the gossip mill in our business.

 “I’m happy we’re on the same page, let’s get out of here.”

It was easy to sneak away as the party was in full swing, but Sefa shot Jey a text to let him know he was taking me home and would hit him up later.

The ride to my house at first was quiet but something shifted in the atmosphere as leaned over and playfully nipped at his neck as he drove.

“You playin’ a dangerous game Eden,” he growled as I smiled against his neck slowly reaching down, slipping my hands inside his sweats as he groaned.

“Mmhm, a big dangerous game at that and I can’t wait to play,” I whispered in his ear, as I slowly began to stroke him.

 “Damn, you like playin’ with danger, don’t you?” he moaned as I smiled against his neck. His breathing became more ragged as his hands gripped the steering wheel.

 “Yes, now eyes on the road, I got you,” I whispered as he groaned in appreciation. “Mm, shit… Well, go on then and do your thang.”

 My mama ain’t raised no punk, so Sefa’s bout to get a preview of what’s to come. I just pray it don’t get us killed.

“Make the next right and go about two miles up the road, my house is the last one up on the hill,” I whispered in his ear as one of his hands caressed my thigh.

 “I’mma tear dat pussy up, you know dat right,” he moaned. His deep voice echoing throughout the car and making me even wetter than I already was as I continued to stroke him.

 “Yes, and I can’t wait,” I whispered as his grip on the wheel tightened. “Are we almost there?” he gasped as I smirked knowing he was close as I decided to talk him through it.

“You like my hands pleasing you, don’t you?” I asked as he nodded in concentration putting his other hand back on the wheel.

“Don’t hold back, I want you to let go,” I encouraged as he melted into me. “There is my house, turn in and park,” I said as he quickly pulled into my driveway, throwing the car in park and cutting it off.

"Now, keep your hands on the wheel,” I said as he turned, resting his forehead against mine, keeping his hands on the wheel as I continued to please him.

“Why did you come with me tonight?” I whispered, licking his lips as groaned catching my tongue between his lips as we shared a sloppy wet kiss.

 “Mmm, you know why. Tell me why you wanted me to come?” he moaned, trying to regain control of the situation.

“I wanted you to devour this pussy,” I whispered as he moaned against my lips.

“Now you tell me why you came? Tell me Sefa,” I whispered, beginning to stroke him faster as he gasped.

 “I wanted to have you all to myself and make you scream my fuckin’ name all night long,” he growled grasping my face and claiming my lips in a passionate kiss as he came.

His body trembling as he found his much-needed release. Looking handsome more than ever as he rode out his climax as I watched in awe.

Yea, he defiantly needed that, and I was happy to help.  

“Damn Eden, that was-” he moaned caressing my face, not able to finish his sentence, I smiled.

“It was my pleasure,” I whispered tenderly kissing his lips.

“Now, let me see if you taste as good as you look right now,” I said as he watched me through heavy lids.  

Slowly I leaned down, and licked his cum off of his stomach as he gasped in shock at my actions. Not leaving a single drop, I then slid back into my seat. “Let me see Eden, open up beautiful.” Staring innocently at him, I opened my mouth and released my tongue for him to see.

 “Fuck, dats what I’m talkin’ bout. Mmhm, now swallow dat shit,” he commanded as I did as he instructed.

“Mmm, you taste good,” I whispered licking my lips as he moaned. His powerful gaze awakening the woman within me.   

“You askin’ for trouble,” he hissed as I smirked, before exiting the car as he readjusted himself back into his sweats.

Anxiously, I went to unlock the front door, before turning around to see if Sefa was behind me, but he was still sitting in the car in a daze.

“Stop overthinking Sefa, it’s no rules here,” I said going inside and heading upstairs, dropping articles of clothing along the way as I made my way to my room.

 Hearing his footsteps, I sat down on the side of the bed, crossing my legs wearing only my black stilettos and a smile.

In all honesty I was scared to death, but excited if that made sense.

 My heart began to race as Sefa appeared in the doorway in all his naked glory. My pussy drippin’ and throbbing in anticipation, knowing at any moment he was going to completely engulf me within his flame, and I couldn’t wait.

“I see your waiting for me like a good girl,” he whispered as I smiled holding out my hand to him as he came closer.

“I see you’re ready again,” I whispered looking at his throbbing erection as he smirked.  “Oh, I stay ready and you betta be ready,” he said his voice making me wet as fuck as I moaned at his words.

“Come find out,” I whispered as he took my hand and smiled.  “Are you sure?” he asked once again kneeling before me as I smiled.

 “More than you’ll ever know,” I said as our lips met in another passionate kiss.

 “Merry Christmas, Sefa.”

 “Merry Christmas, Eden” he whispered easing me back onto the bed as I welcomed all of him.  His hands caressing my body as raked my nails down his back in pleasure as he nibbled and sucked on my breasts.

 “Let me see if you taste as good as I imagined,” he panted moving his kisses to my stomach as I gasped.  Fuck, with how this man kisses I know he can give some bomb ass head.

“Are you gon’ give it all to me like a good girl?” Sefa asked dipping his tongue into my belly button as I moaned, running my fingers through his hair.

“Yes! I’mma give it all to you,” I moaned staring down at him in anticipation as he wore a mischievous smirk as my body trembled.

“Well, let me open up my first Christmas present then,” he whispered as his head disappeared between my thighs.

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Daemon Targaryen

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Beneath the Dread*

Daemon meets you beneath the skull of the black dread during the hour of the wolf.

I'm All Yours*

Daemon finds out you have been entertaining other men at the brothel in his absence.

In The Middle Of The Night*

A sleepy Prince of Dragonstone has needs after a long day.

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Fire in the Flesh (Daemon Targaryen x OFC)

After five years at war in the Stepstones and the death of his first wife, Daemon Targaryen returns to court embroiling himself, and his niece and heir to the throne Rhaenyra, in chaos and scandal. Daemon's actions cause Viserys to give him the one thing he has always wanted. A Valyrian bride. Just not the one he had in mind.

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The Continuation of Satoru Supremacy

Am I just going to slot this poor boy into every fandom? Signs are pointing to yes at this point lol. Ok so I've had either a JJK/HOTD and JJK/GOT crossover rumbling around my brain for ages now and its gotten to a boiling point lol. The JJK/GOT would probably be Satoru/Robb Stark and the JJK/HOTD probably Satoru/Aegon II. I have them pretty fleshed out in my head ngl.

THE PROBLEM is that I love his name, Satoru, and it literally makes no sense to have him reincarnate into ASOIAF works and somehow end up with that name, which means I would need to change it, and I don't know wtf to change it to.

Literally grasping at straws rn lol. I lowkey like Soren since it sounds Valyrian enough and also I feel like Satoru would be over the moon about it because he'd share a name with one of his favorite Fire Emblem characters.

Anyway the HOTD one would be a isekai/reincarnation AU with Satoru as Daemon and Rheanyra's surprise brothel baby that Rheanyra had to get shotgun-wedding'd to Leanor for 😅 so yeah Satoru is once again causing chaos and problems for other people just by existing... this time before he was even born! He's also called the Radiant Prince and also still the Honored One because he's basically a god and everyone in HOTD is going to damn well know it.

WIP:

In this life, as in his last, his birth was heralded with reverence and veneration, and wrought with untenable legacy. 

He was the firstborn son of the Realm’s Delight, lovely and fair and every bit as preternaturally beautiful as his mother. He was said to have his grandmother’s Arryn blue eyes, the king’s tousled white curls, his mother’s smile, and the very birthright of his great Valyrian heritage etched into his very existence; from his heavenly features, to his dragon, to the very name bestowed upon him. 

For days on end the whole realm celebrated his birth as a magnificent affair; bells tolled long into the night, nobles spilled from the four corners of Westeros bearing gifts of abundance and splendor, the smallfolk celebrated en masse along the streets of King’s Landing. 

They called him a blessed child, a perfect child, a glorious new heir for the throne. 

Upon his very birth the Princess Rheanys was said to have looked into his heavenly eyes and pronounced him a gift from the gods of old Valyria. Those same eyes, a precious, celestial blue resembling the late Queen Aemma, were said to have reduced his grandfather the King to tears from the moment he opened them. Lord Velaryon had named them a mark of the gods’ favor; such a curious, mystifying color, never settling no matter the lighting, as mercurial as a tempest sea. 

Just the mere sight of such a marvelous child, a mortal so obviously marked by the gods, so destined for greatness, could easily quell the rumors beginning long before his birth. 

Such derelict hearsay would never grace the ears of such a divine prince, of course. But he heard it anyway.

They rushed the wedding, they said. 

The princess was meant to start her royal procession to select her prince consort, but instead was married to the Velaryon heir within a moon’s turn. (The King had to appease the Velaryon’s somehow, after the way he snubbed their pure Valyrian heiress for his Hightower bride.)

The babe came early— so suspiciously early. (The Princess Rheanyra was so young, of course she would have difficulty carrying to term. Didn’t you see him? The babe was born so small!)

And he looks every bit a Targaryen, not a speck of Velaryon to be seen on him. (But of course the blood of Aegon the Conqueror would run strong within the royal line— and the Princess Rheanys is his paternal grandmother, such features run on both sides. Why, look at Queen Alicent's children! Do they look Hightower to you?) 

The Rogue Prince dotes on him, shockingly so. He perhaps even reconciled with his brother just to remain near the young prince. (The Rogue Prince has always remained stoutly devoted to his family, no matter his unsavory reputation, his loyalty to the throne is unquestioned. That he is just as devoted to his brother’s heir as he is to his brother is merely filial piety.) 

No matter the rumors swirling around him, it only took a single glance from his blessed blue eyes to halt the whispers in their tracks. 

His divine beauty and grace, his mystical eyes, his magnificent dragon— such pedestrian slander seemed silly and absurd in the face of them. 

To question the legitimacy of the Radiant Prince, the Honored One… no mere mortal could possibly be capable of uttering such blasphemy. 

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WIP INTRO: THE BONE QUEEN

Title: the Bone Queen

Genre: NA fantasy

Setting: The kingdom of Sweelough

Tropes: forced marriage, undead ruler, undead fiancé, ghosts and skeletons, pattern magic, unwise affairs, pregnancy (no, it's not Aubrey's), poisonings, depression, anorexia, damn all nobles, big hair and big dresses, and illiterate peasant MC

Story:

Two years ago, Elise accidentally freed an army of the undead. She paid for it. The Bone Queen snatched Elise from her family and locked her away in Bandrum Palace. Elise hates everything about it: the dead maids who wait on her, the queen who tortures her when she forgets to play the perfect noblewoman, and her undead fiancé, Aubrey, who expects Elise to carry his heirs. Elise's magic, which lets her see the dead as if they're still alive, makes being a brood mare to a skeleton all too possible. She has to escape, but the Bone Queen has bound her to the palace with a spell that lights her nerves on fire when she tries to leave. Worse, if Elise refuses to marry Aubrey, the queen will lock her family up for life.

If Elise knew how to use her magic, maybe she'd have a chance, but the queen has made studying magic illegal. When Elise discovers a visiting ambassador is a spy and a secret magician, she blackmails him into giving her magic lessons. Maybe she should feel bad about that, especially when the ambassador falls in love with her. An affair with him risks everything, but Elise is desperate for comfort in the land of the dead. But his love and his help aren't what they seem. He never meant to free her. If Elise is going to escape and save her family, she'll have to do it alone. And she'll destroy Aubrey and the Bone Queen on her way out, or die trying.

The Characters:

Elise Cropper- our main character and POV. 18 years old. She was born a serf, bound to the land of Lord Moorthleigh, near the shores of Lake Langlyn.

Aubrey Sommer, Duke of Winworth- undead fiancé and true asshole. He tricked Elise into loving and freeing him. He deserved neither thing.

Mausart Tola, Earl of Ardaris- the ambassador from Ahheleisa. Late twenties. Hot as far as my ace ass can tell. But he has his secrets.

Queen Idony Allard of Scarlett- the bone queen, the new ruler of Sweelough. This is her second time ruling, but death took the crown from her last time. Never again.

Lord Moorthleigh- Elise's former landlord, who still owns her parents and little brothers.

Lady Moorthleigh- a friend? An enemy? Elise doesn't know.

Worst Comment from a Beta: Why doesn't Elise want to marry Aubrey? He's rich and she should be thrilled with her luxurious prison. Also, she's too mean to the undead maids who are spying on her. What a bitch. (Paraphrased)

Status Check: In rewrites, after about five drafts and a paid developmental editor. 109k words before revisions. I will try to query it when the rewrite is done. Not currently available for beta reading.

It has two complete standalone sequels (The Spellbound King (106k) and The Matriarch's Daughter (96k)) I must also rewrite. This series is going to kill me but I love it. My mom, who loves everything I write, complained that it was weird. I'm very proud.

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Okoye x Attuma Arranged Marriage AU WIP

I guess since no one else is doing it, here goes my plotline to my WIP attempt at an Okoye x Attuma Arranged Marriage To Ally Their Kingdoms and Save Lives AU 😆

Instead of Okoye getting blasted off the bridge in Boston, she's also taken to Talokan with Shuri and Riri. Shuri sends Namor to the surface to meet with her mother, where Queen Ramonda plants a tracker on him. Nakia does still go to rescue them from Talokan via the tracker and her research in the Yucatan.

Except, since Okoye is down in Talokan too, she's able to knock out the handmaiden holding Shuri hostage rather than Nakia killing her to rescue them. Shuri presses one of her kimoyo beads to the handmaid's head, so she survives without injury. Okoye is still stripped by Queen Ramonda of being a general and a Dora Milaje for allowing Shuri to be taken. Shuri is pissed off because yeah, she volunteered to go to see Namor on her own. In fact, she ordered Okoye to stand down, ending her fight with Attuma and stopping Namora from tossing that water grenade at her.

So Shuri immediately announces in front of Ramonda and the visibly sympathetic tribal council that she's assigning Okoye as general of the Midnight Angels, who will be her personal bodyguard.

Ramonda says her daughter has no authority to do so. Surprisingly, M'Baku comes to Okoye's defense and points out there is nothing in their Tribal Council Constitution that states Shuri doesn't have that power. Besides, considering what happened to Shuri and that she's alive and whole, doesn't that mean there's no better person to protect their princess and only heir than Okoye?

Ramonda is pissed, Shuri is smug in her triumph and M'Baku lives to create drama. Ramonda still sends Okoye away out of her sight. Shuri loudly tells Okoye to meet her in the lab and then promptly bounces out of the meeting.

The two spend the next few days working together to speed up finishing the Midnight Angels suits since Namor and the Talokanil are a new threat. They bring in Aneka to help them review and test the suits' efficiency as well. Shuri also works on creating more sonic weapons since she witnessed how Nakia's sonic gun killed the Talokanil warrior at their rescue.

Namor loses a warrior bodyguard at Shuri's rescue but not a civilian handmaiden. So he's still pissed. But not quite "Fuck up your capital city and assassinate your queen" pissed. Instead and a few days later, he infiltrates Wakanda via one its main rivers. He takes some of the River Tribesmen hostage with Attuma, Namora and some other Talokanil warriors.

Nakia catches him (he has no idea it was her who rescued the three women). He demands an audience with Shuri or else he'll drown his hostages...and keep snatching River Tribe people every day to drown at sunrise and sunset. All while increasing the number killed by one per drowning.

After Nakia calls Shuri on her kimoyo beads, the Princess quickly arrives, accompanied by Aneka and Okoye in their new Midnight Angel suits. Attuma is startled to see Okoye again (her face is uncovered) but remains silent. Namora is on full alert and is definitely in "Fuck around and find out" mode. Aneka smirks at her but remains on guard.

Namor reiterates that he will drown River tribesmen if he is not escorted to the palace. Also, if his warriors don't hear from him by sunset (it's the early morning), he will direct them to drown and kill them. Out of options, Shuri escorts Namor, Attuma and Namora back to palace.

Ramonda is understandably livid. M'Baku is extremely wary but gleeful, pointing out Okoye was right about the "fish man." Especially that big, blue, balloon one. Attuma growls at him but M'Buka ain't concerned and hoots back.

Chaos nearly ensues until Okoye tells both of them to basically shut the fuck up. They're trying to avoid a fucking war here, by Bast!

Namor demands a more binding alliance between Wakanda and Talokan or else he will go to war. The tribal council and Ramonda are in uproar. It gets even worse when Namor recommends a marriage between himself and Shuri, which causes all hell to nearly break loose. Above them, the Dora Milaje go into battle defense mode with a pound of their spears.

Except Shuri actively looks like she's thinking about it. Ramonda bellows that an arranged marriage its absolutely off the table. It's archaic, mad disrespectful and for fuck's sake, Shuri is far too young. She doesn't even rule the kingdom yet.

Namor points out Shuri is heir. He also low-key threatens that he could conceivably make her queen right now. Shuri snaps that he's WAY outta line. Besides, how could she expect to grow to potentially marry him if he's actively threatening the last of her remaining family right now?!

Namor slyly responds that perhaps courting her would prove more constructive. Shuri points out he's still proposing this under duress.

"A binding marriage between one of my nobles and one of yours would prove less beneath your contempt then, princess?"

Okoye feels increasingly guilty since she blames her actions on the bridge forced Shuri to give herself up to Namor in the first place. She's also still reeling from being stripped her command and kicked out of the Dora Milaje. She thinks on the one time she chose a husband for herself, she picked that bitch-ass traitor in W'Kabi, so she has nothing else to lose.

She volunteers herself for a political marriage to one of the Talokanil.

Ramonda sneers that Okoye's been stripped of being a general for failing to protect her daughter in the first place. Okoye feels ashamed (but once she thinks about it later, she realizes this was Ramonda's attempt to save her from being forced into a marriage and leave Wakanda by trying to downplay her value).

Meanwhile, as soon as Ramonda tells Namor that Okoye is no longer a general, Shuri counters with the fact that Okoye is general of the Midnight Angels, her personal guard. Ramonda tries to deny it but Shuri presses forward. Namor responds that's excellent, as Okoye clearly has value. "And now, all we must do is decide who your great General will marry," he smugly says.

This is when Attuma declares that he will marry the Warrior. Namor is surprised while Namora hisses. Mostly to cover up her astonishment at Attuma's declaration. 'Cause holy shit, this whole thing is spinning out into some batshit crazy circumstances.

But Attuma points out that the Talokanil have a tradition of "What we cannot kill, we keep." And since he could not kill Okoye on the bridge?He has right of first refusal when it comes to marrying her.

Okoye is stunned, fuming and looks like she wants to rip out Attuma's gills. Hopefully finishing the job this time. Meanwhile, Namor immediately grants him the marriage. Namora is in stunned disbelief

After that, Namor sends word to his warriors holding some of the River Tribe hostage that he is safe. However, he won't have the river tribesmen released until the marriage contract is completed over the next three days.

Over the next three days, the marriage contract is ironed out by him, Shuri, Okoye and Attuma:

-Okoye and Attuma will get married in two different ceremonies. Namor demands the Talokanil ceremony take place first in precedence but Attuma asks Okoye what she wants. She icily insists the marriage first take place in Wakanda.

-The marriage must be consummated within a week of the second marriage ceremony in Talokan or it will be invalid and threaten the end to the treaty.

-They agree that Okoye will live with Attuma for three months at a time in Talokan and he will live with her three months at a time in Wakanda, alternating from there. Since Okoye will have the first wedding in Wakanda, she will be living her first three months with Attuma in Talokan.

Shuri pledges to design a new house for Okoye on the river that can accommodate Attuma. She will also work with the Talokanil scientists to create a home in one of the grottoes in Talokan that can accommodate Okoye since they cannot live separately. Otherwise, why marry?

-They do not have to have children, though it is heavily encouraged. Okoye reminds everyone she's in her early 40s, so yeah, not gonna happen and it's ultimately her choice. Not to mention, they have no fucking clue how human and Talokanil physiology work together.

Attuma points out that they may adopt younglings. Though if they do, it will have to be an equal number of Wakandan and Talokanil younglings to keep things fair.

-If they have a potential marriage ending disputes, they will have to bring it to a council of 2-3 Talokanil and Wakandan members. The nation who has the majority of council members changes every year. Once a dispute is voted on, it is law, unless extenuating circumstances require that the issue be revisited.

-Okoye and Attuma will train the other's forces. Tactics and weapons will be shared.

-This marriage will also open the way to cultural trade between Wakanda and Talokan.

-Any threat against either spouse will be taken as a threat against both nations and treated with equal importance and threat response.

-Attuma insists on properly courting Okoye during the first three months of her living with him in Talokan. Okoye hisses that it's pointless since they're already married. Attuma gets irritated and says that even though the marriage is political, he still needs to court her properly to fulfill Talokanil tradition. Okoye tries to get out of this, but Attuma won't budge.

It pisses off Okoye even more. She then points out that since he's so fond of courting, he can court her in both Talokanil and Wakandan traditions. Attuma shrugs and agrees. Okoye certainly wasn't expecting him to so quickly agree to her traditions, huh.

-The first marriage in Wakanda will take place at the next full moon, which is in just under three weeks.

All four of them sign the marriage contract. Ramonda won't sign it until the end of the first marriage ceremony in Wakanda.

Meanwhile, the U.S. and France most certainly HAVE NOT forgotten losing their ships and mercenaries to Wakanda in their efforts to gain vibranium. The African nation is absolutely still in their sights. And Valentina Fontaine sure in the hell never forgets a perceived insult...

And that's where we are with this crack-ass AU...Help, I HATE IT HERE 😂

[wangxianficfinder]

I'm in the mood for...

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1. Hi! i don’t know if anyone has asked this yet, but do you know of any fics where lwj goes to visit or study at lotus pier as a teenager? thank you! i hope you’re doing well

sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn's A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU)

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2. Itmf fics where LWJ's mom is alive and has scenes with WWX? I just think they'd get along really well and tease LWJ and it would feel soft and sweet

my life’s journey is far from over by thelastdboy (E, 147k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, MDM Lan Lives, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, Post-Sunshot Campaign, PTSD, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, POV WWX, Slow Burn, Anxiety, Situational Mutism, YL WWX, Case Fic, Sentient Burial Mounds, Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU but not too modern™, mlm/wlw solidarity, Mild Smut, Non-Verbal Safewords, Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, NMJ Lives)

paired wings soaring by typefortydeductions (E, 33k, wangxian, modern, domestic bliss, slice of life, angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, kissing, BDSM)

he gets under your skin by Skadiseven (M, 87k, wangxian, inspired by while you were sleeping, accidental engagement, mutual pining, angst w/ happy ending)

A Mother’s Curse (A Mother’s Blessing) by Eudoxia (E, 33k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Huli Jing LWJ, Huli Jing WWX, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Curses, Case Fic, Animal Transformation, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, No Sunshot Campaign, No Yīn Iron (The Untamed TV), Mentions of Ace LXC, Mentions of Ace WN, XuanLi, XiNing, ChengSongQing, Knotting, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Size Kink, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, Intersex Male Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting)

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3. Hii! These requests are for the IITMF(is it too much?):

A) Fics where You Ziyuan is actually being a good guardian to WWX and supporting him; he's being treated genuinely good in LP.

- I've already read a fic where WWX was her nephew, And Time Is But a Paper Moon by Sami and in case of fire, break glass.

❤️ the thing with feathers by RoseThorne  (G, 43k, wangxian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Fear, Recovery, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Grief, Adoption, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect) starts with canon relationship but becomes much better

【银 劍 探 心】| Silver Jian Seeking Hearts by stiltonbasket (M, 23k, wangxian, tgcf fusion, calamity lwj, reincarnation, heavy angst w/ happy ending, WIP)

Still Waters by PorcupineGirl (G, 6k, wangxian, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, YZY pov, protective YZY, arranged marriage)

Aunt Knows Best by misbehavingvigilante (M, 10k, WWX & YZY, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Character Study, Crossdressing, Dysfunctional Family, Gender Identity, Fix-It, Sexism, Trans WWX, Good Parent YZY)

B) fics where WWX is actually trained in Meishan, and has a good relationship with the clan and it's people.

- I've read the one where WWX trained with Yinzhu and Jinzhu to be an assassin to protect JC.

C) fics where WWX comes to CL as the heir of Baoshan Sanren.

- the Gusu elders are being amazed by him and his intelligence.

-LWJ falling hard for him and confessing

Become Tomorrow by  ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 39k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc) WWX is BSSR’s disciple but lies about it (with help from JYL) when caught sneaking into Cloud Recesses.

D) fics where WWX is not mischievous as he's in canon. He's actually serious and graceful and elegant (more Gusu Lan type) and LWJ falling for him the same.

- WWX being the fav student of LQR.

A Secret Never Shared by Vrishchika (T, 28k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, frankencanon, Pining, Soft LWJ, Deity WWX, BAMF WWX)

fell by you by Vrishchika (E, 44k, WangXian, Dragons, Dragon LWJ, Fantasy, Explicit Smut in Last Chapter, Pining, POV LWJ, dragonji, Canon Divergence, Immortals, Deities, Dragon WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending)

please only recomend those that are completed or at least 70%-80% completed.

Thanks for your time! Have a good day :) @purhplet09

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4. In the spirit of the season (and knowing how long these posts take the lovely mods to compile) I'm thinking I'll be in the mood for some Hallmark AUs (or even just vaguely Hallmark like) by the time I see this ask again. Anything from actual serious fics to complete utter crack. Anyone know any?

Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding (G, 14k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together) i feel like this can work for #4 (and this author as she does romantic comedy really well!)

The Mistletoe Virgin by Vamillepudding (G, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romantic Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Deaf LWH)

hurry down my chimney tonight by gusuvibes (G, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, dad!lwj, WWX and JC are Santa's Elves, Holiday Setting, A-Yuan is too smart for his own good, Fluff and Humor, NHS is a pimp, but not literally, Happy Ending, Surprise Santas)

A Very Hallmark Untamed Christmas by User_Shay_Wade (M, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Small Town, Attempt at Humor, Reference to anal sex, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies)

The Maine Thing (Is That You Send A Card) by Comfect (T, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romance, Excessive Use of Rom-Com Tropes, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Meet-Cute, Snowed InSlow Burn, But Not That Slow A Burn, finding yourself, Cozy, Libraries)

Do You Feel What I Feel? by istartedtheapocalypse (M, 33k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kid Fic, kid fic ish, wangxian in a hallmark christmas movie but hornier, and with slightly more plot and angst, the background XiYao has lighter than canon levels of toxicity but it is still a lil toxic, Holidays, Christmas)

he gets under your skin by Skadiseven (M, 87k, WangXian, Inspired By While You Were Sleeping (1995), Modern AU, Accidental Engagement, Chicago (City), wangxian's tendency to self-sacrifice, Christmas, Mutual Pining, There's A LOT of Musical References, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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5. Please smother me in canonverse fluff!

In the Morning Hush by mondengel (Not rated, <1k, wangxian, fluff)

Rumor Has It by Ulan (T, 4k, WangXian, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Canon Divergence, spoiler warning, CQL-Verse)

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

Forehead Kisses by gusucloudbunny (G, 643, WangXian, Fluff, Kid Fic, Happy Husbands, Happy Family, Forehead Kisses, Established Relationship)

🧡a paper friend by soft_wanning (G, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Paperman!WWX, Identity Porn, Meet-Cute, Different First Meeting)

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6. hello, i'm in the mood for fics where yiling patriarch!wwx shows up to a gathering at jinlintai, either for jin ling's party or for like. a cultivation conference or smth. really what im looking for is, combined, a) yllz!wwx (intentionally or not) makes a scene and b) at least a little bit of cultivation politics. im thinking like in grave dirt by esama or ghosts shouldn't by shanastoryteller. ik this is vague but thanks in advance!

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7. Hi! I saw a previous 'I'm in the mood for...' that included a rec blog that specialised in novel-canon fics - I wondered if you know of one that focuses solely on cql-canon fics? Or if you could rec authors who write mainly in that canon? Thank you!!

Treemaidengeek writes exclusively in CQL canon. She tends to specialize more in rarepairs, but also has some Wangxian, and she's an excellent writer!

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8. Hello! I'm always in the mood for long fics, so I was wondering if u have long fics to recommend? Doesn't necessarily have to be wangxian, could be wei ying centric or fics from an outside pov. Just any long fic that will really get you not stop reading it. Thank you!

Deadset by 1PB2PB3PB4 (M, 76k, NMJ & NHS, BAMF NHS, character death, tgcf style ghosts, morally ambiguous character, light angst) both NHS POV and NHS-centric, but one of my favorites.  It’s the main fic of a series.

The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart (E, 104k, wangxian, modern, fashion au, garment company, casual sex, group sex, implied/referenced cheating, switching, recreational drug use, angst w/ happy ending, single dad WWX, panic attacks, implied/referenced self-harm, grief/mourning, catharsis, body horror, floral horror)

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)

Between The Lines by Witch_Nova221 (M, 153k, WangXian, Epistolary, Romance, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Letters, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Love Letters, Long-Distance Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Loss, Post-Canon, Idiots in Love, Podfic by kisahawklin)

❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YL WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)

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

Waiting for Spring by thievinghippo (E, 130k, wangxian, Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, slight angstHappy Ending, Sports, Baseball))

you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132k, WangXian, Modern AU, Developing Relationship, Idiots in Love, Awkward Flirting, teenage romance, Shameless WWX)

❤️ shades of grey by cl410 (M, 58k, nielan, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Protective NMJ, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family, Mojo's post)

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, wangxian, post-canon, case fic, supernatural, slow burn, smut, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort, BAMF LXC, bottom LWJ, top LWJ)

All Old Things are New Again series by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 59k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ)

Kintsugi by LanaSerra (E, 145k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, frankencanon, canon-typical violence (donghua), Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer, wwx's self worth issues, Memory Loss, Trauma, canon typical magic (donghua), yunmeng bros reconciliation, JC Needs a Hug, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Canon Typical Bondage, Minor ZhuiYi, Minor XiCheng, Family Feels, headless corpse cockblocking)

mianmian the disaster lesbian saves the cultivation world by likeshipsonthesea (T, 27k, wangxian, LWJ & LQY, LWJ & JZX, fix-it, friendship, awesome LQY, war, blood & injury, light angst, self-acceptance, awkward JZX)

🧡 Vow by draechaeli (E, 216k, Canon Divergence, BeliefGod!WWX, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Pregnancy Kink, Mpreg, minor male lactation, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con because JGS, Mentions Canon Typical Incest, Canon Typical Violence)

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 488k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

❤️ a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 179k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence)

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages)

(Planning the Day) To Meet You by Bettydice (E, 61k, wangxian, Modern, college/university au, pining, WWX raises LSZ, LWJ pov, fluff, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, smut, happy ending)

Once more with feeling by Scrippio (T, 42k, wangxian, modern, theater au, abandonment issues, fluff, director WWX, stage manager LWJ, reconciliation, pining, slice of life, happily ever after) (also the author is working on a sequel and actively posting it!)

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 54k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sentient Burial Mounds, Case Fic, Post-Canon, CQL Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Light Angst, Flashbacks, mild body horror, foot washing, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy, ...then sexual intimacy)

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Happy Ending, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It of Sorts, [Podfic] Wide Enough and Wild by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona))

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by bwyn, Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Actors, Multimedia, Online Friendship, Drunken Shenanigans, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Underage Drinking, Drinking Games, Families of Choice, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Catfish AU)

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

this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Literal Sleeping Together, Tender wound tending, [Podfic] this river runs to you by argentumlupine, this river runs to you by sundiscus [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) )

and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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9. hi im looking for fanfics where the yunmeng sibs (any combo thereof) have a Realistic Sibling Relationship™. u know that cql scene where wwx says "xianxian is three :3" and he, jyl, and jc rib each other back and forth for five minutes? thats sort of the vibe im going for.

this doesnt have to be the main focus of the fic, but no modern au if u can swing it. thank you sm!!!

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10. Hi! So I was looking on the mdzs wiki and under wwx's clan it says Gusu Lan(current, by marriage) and it awakened Feelings in me so I'd like to ask for fics where wwx is recognized/referred to/acknowledged as a GusuLan member after wangxian gets married please! Thank you 🙏🙏

Judge Softly by Chrononautical (E, 32k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LQR & WWX, accidental voyeurism, non-consensual mind reading, oblivious WWX, bamf WWX, genius WWX, post-canon Fix-it, angst w happy ending, LQR tries) (doesn’t quite fit the criteria but I hope the asker likes it anyway!!)

Every Lan plays an instrument. No exceptions. a Tumblr comic by @lee-luca WWX is acknowledged as such in the narration

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11. Hello! Can you please suggest me a mdzs fanfic where (little/grown up) a yuan time travels back to cloud recess . I have read quite a lot of them but can't seem to get enough 😁

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12. Hi, can you help me? I've just read "Whatever you do" by apathyinreverie adn I am so in the mood for more fics with a similar sentiment from the Lans like this where the Lans see WWX not being valued by the Jiangs (in any shape or form) and start to scheme how to get WWX over to the dark side Gusu Lan. Bonus for LX or LQ doing the scheming while LZ just silently moons over WWX (nothing but the best for their youngest nephew/little brother)!

You have an amazing blog, thank you so much! @xealisaidx

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WWX Get a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly) with LWJ leading/participating in the heist for wwx

💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting) With LXC leading, keeping LWJ innocent

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13. Hello! I am in the mood for Harem AU and Prince/General WangXian!! MPreg with Angst (Lengthy Fic) will also do!! Thank you very much!! / Hello! Do you have any fic recs for Prince!LWJ & General!WWX (vice versa) with the flavor of mpreg & angst? (Not necessarily ABO) Or any harem au? WangXian and YiZhan (moved to YiZhan only post) will do!! Thank you very much, have a nice day!! @vdjixian

Rite of the Hunt by TriviasFolly, 1st in series, (T, 3k, wangxian, a/b/o prince!lwg, general!wwx loads of angst, mpreg at the end)

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14. Hi! As always thank you for your hard work, how about fics where Madame Yu and WWX have a healthy relationship with each other? Just MY being a nice aunt in general!

some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending)

Still Waters by PorcupineGirl (G, 6k, wangxian, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, YZY pov, protective YZY, arranged marriage) (link in #3A)

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15. Itmf something like this tumblr post by wangxianomy in response to writing-prompt-s tumblr "Modern day Wei Wuxian walking confidently into the court with his undead witnesses while modern day lawyer Lan WangJi glares in (dis)approval #wwx: 'your honor allow me to bring in the defendant'#he plays chenqing and from beneath the wooden floors a corpse emerges screaming about how their spouse killed them for life insurance money" writing-prompt-s post was "you are a necromancer for hirer. No you don't raise undead armies to take over the world. You are usually contracted out by police to solve murders. Or you raise those who have passed to settle lawsuits surrounding their will. It's not much but it's honest work."

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16. Hello!! First of all thank you so much for doing this! Secondly, can you please please recommend some XianXuan fics??? I mean they don't have to end up together but yk a scenerio where JZX has a crush on WWX ,LWJ is jealous and WWX is just enjoying it all? Yeah something like that. Like this fic I read called 'Jin vs. Lan- For Wei Wuxian's Hand' by Vrishcika on ao3. Thanks again!! Love you! @iwhateveryou2331

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17. Hello!! Do you have Hogwarts AU fic recs please? Thank you!! 🥺

love potion no. 9 by ria_green (G, 2k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Hogwarts, Oblivious WWX, Fluff and Humor, Amortentia, Patronus, Love Confessions, POV Outsider)

come rest your bones next to me by tired (T, 39k, wangxian, hogwarts au, mistaken identity, comedy of errors, magic, animagus, awkward flirting, shenigans, quidditch, injuries, happy ending, getting together)

Magical Mishaps by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 96k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, hogwarts au, misunderstandings, happy ending) three disciples from each of the Five Great Sects attend Hogwarts as exchange students; something of a Fix Fic for both series

this Tumblr comic by @silverink58 with fic added by @smiting-finger features Hogwarts Professor Lan Zhan and Animagus BunXian; also on AO3 as a little happiness, follow-up to an armful of warmth - HP AU Series by Alaceron (G, 11k, WIP, WangXian, Harry Potter setting) (I added the full series instead of both fics separately - Mod C)

Magic for Beginners by HollowNightmare (T, 113k, WangXian, Hogwarts, Harry Potter Setting, Chinese Hogwarts?, Slice of Life, Developing Friendships, POV Alternating, lwj is an anxious bean, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Not Always in the Way We Expect by byunhead_100 (G, 21k, wangxian, pining, fluff, hogwarts au, getting together, friends to lovers, WIP)

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[eastwindmlk]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours... 😁 Speed Dating Chaos?

As you might imagine, this WIP was prompted by the same prompt from last Jilytober. This one. Though what I wrote then was nowhere near chaotic enough. Nor was there actual speed dating involved. But I did write some more here and there.

While it is on the list for this year and I hope to make a little more progress! But under the fold there is a little snippet of what it's turning into.

Back to the WIP tag game

Mariam had outdone herself, the room was filled with beautiful women and James had a hard time believing they were there for him. He wasn’t bad-looking by any standard, but he definitely wasn’t fit enough for most of these women. Hooking a finger into his collar, he gave himself some air and looked at the matchmaker beside him. “Are you sure they’re all here for me?”

His question was met with a disapproving look and a sarcastic reply. “No, I just invited them all here to show you what you can’t have.” She flicked a lock of straight black hair over her shoulder as she surveyed the room. “It does help that they have no idea what to expect other than You’re a young, family-oriented heir to a pharmaceutical empire. And if they have half a brain, which I made sure they did, you have a thing for redheads.”

It wasn’t like he had not noticed the trend before, a range from strawberry blonde to deep auburn. “I can’t help but feel like this is giving the wrong impression,” James commented, only for the answer to be interrupted by a phone call. Her iPad was pressed into his hand while she tucked the phone against her shoulder. “There is something I need to take care of. You stay here, don’t even think about going in without me.” She warned, her eyes flashing dangerously at him. All he could really do was nod and watch Mariam stalk off.

James wasn’t opposed to having another minute to himself, occasionally peering down at the pool of potentials waiting for him. Impatient as he was, it took all but three minutes for him to start pacing. Lingering near the door, wondering if he could peer his head through, just to check how she was going on.

Just as he decided to have a little peek, the door swung open, and a young woman rushed inside. Reeling to a stop right before colliding with him. “Oh bullocks, I’m so sorry I am late.” She started, tossing her trench coat his way. “You must be Duke.” James blinked at her confused, following her eyes gaze to the tablet in his hands. “So, you’re not my matchmaker?” Still nothing. “Goodness me, can you hear me?” His eyes travelled up to meet her, slowly. Taking in the trail of freckles that lead from a rather generous cleavage to the hollow of the throat. Soft copper waves framed her impatient expression.

Stammering for a moment, he managed a shake of his head. “No, sorry I’m not.” He smiled apologetically as if somehow this was all his fault. “I swear my calendar said conference room B.” She muttered to herself, and suddenly James’s eyes lit up. “This is D. I think you’re in the wrong room.” At his words, she marched back to the door and pulled it open, peering at the plaque on the side. “Oh piss it! You’re right! I am so sorry! Well, off I pop.” The woman laughed lightly, the sound like wind chimes.

Before he could do more than raise his hand to wave, she disappeared. Leaving him as startled as she had found him. Staring at the closed door, still smiling to himself when Mariam reappeared.

[elite-7]

Thinking of writing Finnagrin as a space pirate.

Aaravos wants an ingredient from a certain planet to trade to a client, and Finny goes where the money is, to Katolis where he kidnaps Ezran instead of Callum (no he doesn’t hurt ezran, unlike canon, he has a soft spot for kids) and completes the mission as well.

Aaravos gets pissed cause Finny doesn’t realize that he captured the heir to Katolis throne.

Chaos chaos chaos

Callum seeks out a bounty hunter who may help him find Ezran.

Rayla is the bounty hunter.

I have lost track of whatever I needed to say. So take this as an incomplete wip. Anyone is welcome to use this idea!

[athenswrites]

Marlowe Sidney [NYTF]

Councilor Marlowe Sidney of the Athens Zone of Safety was the most intriguing member of the Council to Piers. At 29 years old, they were the youngest, yet had already served for almost 10 years. [...] They seemed quirky and laid back though, plus they pushed progressive social policies paired with economically conservative policies, which Piers appreciated. However, the amount of time they spent in the Lab with Dr. Panya was alarming. [...] Piers wasn’t sure if they could count on Sidney actually showing up to meetings. (Knight of Dawn, Chapter 5)

Quick Facts

Full Name: Marlowe Jason Silas Sidney

Pronouns: they/xe (in context I use a lot more they to differ Marlowe from Dr. Panya)

Title: Councilor of the Athens Zone of Safety; Blessed Heir

Gender: Nonbinary

Sexuality: Lesbian

Birthday (Age at start): November 3rd, 2181 (29)

Parents: The Chancellor Silas Sidney, Lorelei Levine (stepmother)

Siblings: [REDACTED]

Notable physical features: tall (like 6'10" tall), either looks like mega-gay or the straightest man you've ever seen (depending on the hair)

Personality: "They do get a bit quirky at night", little arrogant, determined, friendly, inquisitive, helpful, awkward in nonpolitical situations

Extended Intro...

Like Piers says, Councilor Marlowe Sidney of the Athens Zone is the youngest of the Councilors. They often serve as a mirror to Piers' own experiences. Marlowe is the Blessed Heir, the oldest child of the now-Chancellor of Athens and next in line to serve as the dictator/cult leader of the former college town. They grew up with their father and stepmother, and eventually their five younger half-siblings. Throughout their childhood, Marlowe was given speech after speech and lecture after lecture about their purpose, who'd they'd become, who they were expected to be. Silas always pushed them, and Marlowe deeply fears disappointing him. Marlowe is not out to their family back home, and often wears a wig when they are. Upon Chancellor Cosmo's sudden disappearance, and Silas's rise to the position, Marlowe was sent to Atlanta to serve as Councilor at the ripe age of 19. It was a culture shock to them, a change from the sheltered and cult-led childhood they'd experienced. In all the chaos of learning how to do things the "normal" way, Marlowe met Dr. Panya, a research scientists who'd left Athens. Xe understood their struggles to fit in and their interests in genetic research, and the two quickly became close friends. Councilor Sidney can usually be found in one of two places: In a meeting in the Forrest Room or down in the lab, dissecting corpses with Dr. Panya. Or alternatively, with their girlfriend that no one else is supposed to know about (JK it's Gretel).

WIP INTRO

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[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Sixteen | Fear and Faith

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

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Word count: 5.2k

Chapter-specific CW: description of injury, violence

A/N: y'all. I am so, so, SO sorry for taking a month to update. I went on vacation and came down with the 'vid, which researchers have actually found that a new symptom of is loss of productivity on your WIP. however, I was able to upload the first chapter of my vampire!kylo fic, so check that out! anyways, time to jump right back into the chaos!!!

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Where is he?

It was the only question on your mind. Not how you were going to escape, or how many people were coming after you at this very moment. All that mattered now was finding Ben.

“You—find the girl!” a shrill voice yelled in the distance. “I’ll send as many guards as I can spare once I help the General.” Admiral Sloane’s words echoed off of the cold walls, reaching you in the vast room.

The commotion pulled you from your reverie. Hearing her frantic tone was an unwelcome reminder that you had just killed an Imperial officer. Useful to them or not, your life now depended on being able to find a way out of this fortress.

“I’m on it,” a familiar, modulated voice answered. Ren was in pursuit.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the floor grew closer. With no clear direction to go, you stood there, completely vulnerable in the open room. In front of you, there was a long, dark corridor, and to your left, a bright one lined with glowing sconces. Boldly—or foolishly—you set off into the darkness.

With every step forward, you could feel the adrenaline slowly fading from your blood, allowing pain to spread down your arm and through your ribs. But the motivation of finding Ben and escaping this prison was enough to dull it.

Your pulse grew louder in your ears as the pitch black hallway stole your vision, heightening your remaining senses. Water dripped onto the stone floor, occasionally landing on you and causing you to flinch. After turning a corner, light slowly started to bleed onto the path, coming from what appeared to be an empty room. At least, you hoped it was empty. 

“Ben, can you hear me?” you thought, reaching out to him. The Force pulsed through you, more pure this time, wrapping around you in a warm embrace. But it was weak, fluttering like the heartbeat of a hummingbird. The diazexacin was still in your system.

Finally, you reached the source of the light, discovering that it was just what you had expected—an empty storage room. It would make a decent hiding spot, packed with large crates and bins that could fit you—if you held your breath, that is. You glanced around the room, not wanting to linger for long. Ben was somewhere in this facility, and you needed to find him before Admiral Sloane and her troopers did.

As you made your way further down the corridor, the sound of footsteps materialized behind you. Initially, they were light, but quickly became heavy, hitting the ground like the beat of a drum as they approached. Ren must have found you.

Despite the ache in your legs, you started running, glancing over your shoulder to try to see him in the fading light of the storage room, but saw nothing.

“Please, where are you?” you pleaded as you blindly fired a blast behind you. From the sound of it, the bolt hit the wall and not your pursuer.

No response came from Ben. Had you imagined his presence? In the midst of chaos, maybe your mind had conjured a familiar feeling. No, that was impossible—it felt too real to be imagined.

The footsteps grew closer, accompanied now by quick breath. Just before you could turn around to aim your blaster, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You stiffened, letting out a dry scream and dropping both of your blasters as your attacker pulled you backwards. 

“Let me go!” you cried.

A big hand covered your mouth while the other tightened around your ribs, pulling you flush against a warm chest.

“Shh.”

You didn’t need to see the assailant to know exactly who it was.

“Ben?” you asked into his hand, wriggling in his hold as you tried to face him. He allowed it, sliding his hands to your waist instead.

It was nearly impossible to see his face through the darkness, but when you cupped his cheek in your hand, you knew with certainty that it was him.

“You’re lucky that shot didn’t hit me, princess,” he whispered, his lips brushing over yours.

“How did you–”

The question died on your tongue as he leaned down and captured your lips, kissing you like a man starved for air. You melted into his touch, completely lost in the feeling of being with him. It didn’t matter that you were a fugitive of the First Order, or that with every second that passed, a mercenary assassin was coming closer to catching you. All that mattered was that Ben was here, and that regardless of what happened, everything would be okay.

You pulled away from him, the ghost of his lips still on yours. “How did you find me?”

“I’ll explain later. First, we need to get out of here,” he said, digging through the pockets of his robes. He retrieved a glowrod and turned it on, flooding the hallway with golden light. “Are you hurt?”

In his eyes, you could see it. Concern. It was palpable, and made your heart ache for him in a different way. Given how you felt when you thought he was in danger, you could only imagine how he must have felt when he realized you were gone.

“Uh, yeah. I think my arm is broken,” you said, motioning to your injured arm. It hung limply at your side, and suddenly, you felt insecure. You didn’t want him to see you like this. “It’s okay—I’m okay.”

As he looked at your arm, his emotion radiated off of him, rolling through the space between you like an angry tide. You felt it as if it were your own, like you were touching the point of a hot, glowing iron.

He didn’t respond, seemingly lost in thought as he crouched down and picked up one of your dropped blasters. Holding it by the barrel, he offered it to you. 

“Just run as fast as you can. I’ll be right here if anything happens,” he finally said.

You nodded and tried to calm the nerves that swirled in your stomach. Now, if something went wrong, it wasn’t just your life at stake—it was his, too.

“Brendol! Brendol, can you hear me?!” Admiral Sloane shrieked in the distance, receiving no response. You hoped that his critical condition would keep her occupied long enough for the two of you to escape.

“Where should I go?” you asked quietly.

“I’m not really sure. This isn’t the way I came in,” he answered.

“Isn’t that probably our best option? To leave the way you came in?”

Admiral Sloane’s voice filled the hollow space once more, laden with rage. “Find that bitch and bring me her head!”

“I don’t think that’s really an option, anymore,” Ben said, nudging you forward.

You sucked in a long breath before setting off into the unknown. The dull ache in your arm became a sharp, shooting pain with each hurried step you took, but knowing what alternative was awaiting you if you stayed, you pushed through.

Ben was close behind you, keeping his hand planted firmly on the small of your back. Despite the circumstances, his touch was still comforting, the warmth from his skin like a salve for your wounds.

You passed by a few more supply rooms, each one littered with both empty and sealed metal bins. You assumed that they were full of either food rations or weapons—or both. The thought of raiding them for possible medical supplies crossed your mind, but there was no time. A few stolen bacta patches would be useless if you were captured, or dead?

The corridor diverged into three paths, all of them equally as dark. Ben pointed the glowrod to the one on the left. “Turn here, this looks like it could be an exit.”

You turned to look, seeing cool light bleeding through the bottom of a blast door. A weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“C’mon,” you whispered before running ahead.

As you entered the narrow room, a glowing, red blade burst to life, the thrum of its energy echoing off the rough walls. You froze in your path, and so did Ben. It didn’t take long for you to recognize the owner of the saber, but it wasn’t you who acknowledged him.

“Ren,” Ben said, furrowing his brows. Oddly enough, he didn’t sound surprised, almost as if he expected to find Ren here.

“Hey, kid,” Ren replied, shadows dancing across his face as he nodded at you. You couldn’t tell which of the two of you he was addressing.

“You know him?” you asked Ben quietly, keeping your gaze fixed on Ren’s blade.

Before he responded, he unclipped and ignited his own lightsaber, the vibrant blue blending with the red to create a violet haze.

“Unfortunately,” he said flatly. “It’s a long story.”

The blaster in your hand felt heavy as you stared at Ren. The tension hanging between the three of you was tangible, the only sounds filling the room being that of your breaths and the hum of the two sabers.

“It’s good to see you again,” Ren said, his eyes locked on Ben. “You’ve grown since we last met.”

“Unlike you,” Ben hissed. “I thought you didn’t fight for either side.”

The shadow of Ren’s smile stretched across his face, sending a chill down your spine. “My knights and I will do many things. For the right price, that is.”

Ben scoffed. “You call yourselves knights.”

“Yes, we do.”

“Knights are supposed to be honorable. You are the opposite.”

Ren’s features were cold as he stepped closer. “Believe me, I’ve met less honorable Jedi Knights in my time.”

“There were no Jedi Knights during your time,” Ben argued.

“Not that you were aware of.”

Your eyes darted to the blast door behind him, spotting a covered control panel mounted on the wall beside it. There was no time to bother with guessing the correct security code, the blaster in your hand would have to do. But first, you needed Ren to get out of your way.

“I’m going to try to get to the door, but I need you to distract him.”

There was a pause before Ben answered, focused on the man standing between you and the exit. The silence was broken by the whir of his lightsaber as he spun it in his hand, now holding it at the ready.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep him occupied.”

“Get out of our way,” Ben demanded.

Ren mirrored him, adjusting his grip on the saber in preparation for a fight. “Sorry kid, I can’t let you leave.”

“We’ll see,” Ben said, a smirk pulling at his lips.

With that, Ben lunged forward, swinging his blade down on Ren, who blocked the attack with his own. Though their strengths were matched, it was their techniques that set them apart. Ben was practiced, each swing of his saber was calculated and smooth as he fought. For as tall as he was, his movements were light—almost graceful—as he dodged Ren.

His adversary was a stark contrast, in more ways than just the color of his blade. Ren was quick, but his movements were erratic and sloppy. He wielded his saber like an axe, slashing and hacking at his opponent. His lack of formal training was apparent, but even still, he was a fair match for Ben.

As their lightsabers clashed against rock and steel, you rushed for the control panel, flipping the cover up to reveal a board of at least twenty buttons, each varying in size and lettering. Some had numbers etched into them, while others had words written in Aurebesh. You had never been more thankful for your mother’s insistence of teaching you the language when you were young.

At the bottom of the control panel were two large, round buttons: a red one that read “SECURE”, and a white one that read “DISABLE”. Surely it couldn’t be that straightforward.

You swallowed the heartbeat rising in your throat and pressed the white one, waiting for what felt like an eternity for a response. 

The door remained sealed, and disappointment sunk through you like a stone in an ocean.

Behind you, Ben continued to evade Ren’s attacks, their sabers clashing every so often. While you had faith in his fighting abilities, you weren’t sure how long it would take for more of the Admiral’s men to locate and outnumber you.

A long moment passed as you examined the different keys, considering possible combinations that could disarm the security, before deciding that one attempt was already too many.

You stepped back and raised your blaster, squeezing your eyes shut as you aimed the barrel at the center of the panel and fired.

Deafening sirens erupted in the room, followed by flashing, red lights overhead. Fuck.

At the disruption, Ren whipped his head around, his eyes like daggers. “You stupid bitch,” he growled as he abandoned the fight with Ben and bolted towards you.

Overwhelmed, you staggered back on your heels, colliding with the cold metal of the blast door. Instead of fighting or fleeing, your adrenaline chose to freeze you where you stood. With a finger still wrapped around the trigger, you lifted your blaster to aim at him, but in the flashing lights, he was an impossible target. 

The fiery glow of his blade reflected in his eyes as he raised it above you, ready to deliver a killing blow.

Just as you were about to fire, the flash of a blue blade swirled behind Ren as Ben sliced through his flesh, drawing a line from his spine to his shoulder.

With a cry, he collapsed beneath you, his lightsaber deactivating as it flew from his grasp. Whether it was the impact of the fall or the shock of the pain that rendered him unconscious, you weren’t sure. For all you knew, he could’ve been dead. But you weren’t keen on finding out.

When you finally looked up from Ren, you found Ben standing in front of you, breathing heavily as he adjusted his grip on his lightsaber.

“My plan didn’t work,” you shouted, your voice drowned out by the sirens.

“Yeah, I know.” Despite the noise, you could hear the amusement in his tone. “Luckily for us, I have another idea.”

He spun the lightsaber in his hand once more before burying it into the door frame. The metal hissed and squealed as it melted, molten steel pooling around the blade as he carved a circle into it. Cold moonlight and crisp air poured into the room as he pushed the mangled slab out and stepped through.

“Come on,” he said, offering you his free hand on the other side.

You glanced between his hand and the blaster in yours, debating if you should leave it behind or bring it with you. So far, you hadn’t had much luck with it, and with Ben’s protection, you hoped that you wouldn’t need it anymore. 

Finally, you tossed it down and accepted his help. The grip of the blaster hit Ren in the back of the head as it clattered to the floor. You couldn’t help but giggle at the noise he made when it hit him.

“What’s so funny?” Ben asked, cocking an eyebrow at you as he helped you out of the room.

“Nothing,” you said between breaths. “It’s stupid.”

A beam of red flew through the space between you and Ben, followed by another, and another. Over the wailing of the alarms, you hadn’t even heard the troopers enter the room, let alone notice them firing at you.

Ben’s hand tightened around yours, pulling you along as he started running. It caught you off guard, forcing you to keep up with his pace. Your legs burned as you stretched them to match his strides.

“Do you know where you’re going?” you asked between breaths.

“I think so,” he panted.

It wasn’t the most reassuring answer, but with no better option, you followed him. Another blast flew by, grazing the loose material of your robes. When you glanced over your shoulder, you found that three troopers were running after you, all with weapons raised.

Ben turned too, his face twisting with a rage you had never seen before. He shot a hand out towards them, sending all three of them flying backwards. They coughed and groaned as they hit the ground, writhing on their backs like flipped cockroaches. The white helmets covering their faces made it easy to ignore their whining.

The night sky made it difficult to see your surroundings, but with the help of Ben’s glowrod, you could tell that you were running across a paved platform, one with embedded lights that no longer glowed and faded, white lines painted over it. The same layout of a landing pad.

Lush grass lined the outside of the fortress, decorated with slate stones. It must have rained recently, with beads of water shimmering on blades of grass and the reflection of moonlight on the slick ground beneath you. Empty cargo bins and small freighters littered the area, evidence of the First Order’s presence on Zeffo. But it was not their insignia that marked them—it was the Empire’s.

“Was Zeffo under Imperial jurisdiction?” you asked as you passed a knocked over crate marked with the weathered emblem.

“They occupied it for a while. Moved the inhabitants off-world so they could house their troops and steal their resources,” he said. “The Empire took everything from them.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me,” you sighed. “Where exactly did they move everyone?”

His voice was low when he answered. “The only place they ever sent anyone.”

He didn’t need to elaborate, you knew the implication of his statement. The people of Zeffo had been sent to Imperial labor camps.

You trained your eyes on the ground moving beneath you, trying not to think about what may have happened to them, but it was impossible. You had read texts in Master Skywalker’s library dedicated to the ancient Zeffo civilization, to their rich culture and connection to the Force. Other books detailed the accounts of various archaeologists’ discoveries during the Republic’s rule, but the history ended there. Now, it was clear as to why.

A civilization destroyed, with nothing to show for it but a deserted mining facility and the scraps of an empire. At least the First Order was utilizing the land the Empire had fought so hard to obtain, even if it was only to serve as a lair for planning the downfall of the New Republic.

The natural pathway you had been following came to an end, continued on by a metal ramp that bridged the land over a wide ravine. Below you was an abyss, stretching so long that even the moonlight couldn’t reach the bottom.

Ben took the first step onto the ramp, which groaned under his weight. Your throat knocked as you stared at his boot planted on the wet platform.

“Don’t look down,” he said, giving your hand a light squeeze.

You scoffed as you looked up, meeting his gaze. “I’m not afraid of heights.”

“Yeah?” His lips curled into a smirk as he motioned for you to go in front of him. “Lead the way then, princess.”

Tentatively, you stepped onto it, wincing as the metal creaked. Now more than ever, you hoped that the Empire’s craftsmanship was more durable than their government.

After a moment passed and you had yet to fall through the grated tiles, you took another step forward, and another. You hurried across the bridge, pulling Ben with you as he trailed behind. Despite your efforts to be light, the metal thundered beneath you, alerting anyone within a mile radius of your escape effort.

Your pulse spiked as you stepped faster, nearly losing your footing on the slick metal. Once you reached solid ground, you continued your pace, following the trail down to what appeared to be an abandoned village. One house in particular caught your attention, with a rusted exterior and faded, white square plastered on the door. 

“May I?” you asked, reaching for the glowrod in Ben’s hand. He gave it to you, his own curiosity seemingly piqued as he followed you to the door. 

Despite countless years of weather, the bold print was still legible. You only needed to read a few words to know why it was posted on this door. It was an eviction notice from the Empire.

Your heart sank.

Ben must have noticed your emotion, his hand now rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back.

“Is this our future?” you whispered.

“I hope not,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “But if we don’t leave now, it might be.”

Your mind raced as he steered you away from the house. It was one thing to hear about the atrocities committed by the Empire, but another thing entirely to see the evidence firsthand. Reluctantly, you pulled your eyes away from the metal hut that was once someone’s home, now a hollow shell, known only to the wind that flowed through its shattered windows.

“Does any of this look familiar to you?” you asked as you scanned the area with the glowrod.

“It’s hard to tell,” he said, letting go of you and running ahead to the left. “Wait here, I’m going to check it out.”

“No, wait! Shouldn’t we stick together?”

Before you could finish, he was already halfway to a set of stone stairs that led to a dirt path out of the shallow valley the village settled in. He unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it, flooding the area with blue light.

You turned the glowrod to your right, finding another path, a short one that seemed less traveled than its counterpart. At the end was a narrow crevice in the rockface, leading deep into the heart of the darkness within. It called to you.

Despite being told to stay where you were, you found yourself standing in front of the entrance, with no memory of how you came to be there. When you outstretched your hand to touch the surface of the black stone, it felt as if you were not controlling your movements, but rather that there was a different entity making your decisions. You should have been scared, you should have screamed with all of the air in your lungs, but you didn’t.

The instant your fingertips brushed the stone, you felt it—everything at once. This place was ominous and cold, but alive with energy. Faintly, you could hear Ben’s voice, but it was drowned out by a cacophony of whispers coming from within the ancient stone. The sound was almost hypnotic, each cry roaring in your ears until you could no longer differentiate them. It grew louder, a crescendo building to a pitch that seemed endless until–

Ben called out your name.

You snatched your hand back, your breath erratic as you turned to face the sound of his voice. To your surprise, he was standing directly behind you, only inches away. He stared down at you with wide eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing? I told you to wait over there,” he said, a hint of irritation in his tone. With a firm grip on your arm, he guided you away from the crevice in the stone. “Did you hit your head or something?”

“No,” you said softly, your own voice foreign to your ears.

“Then why were you ignoring me?”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“Yes, you–” He stopped himself, pursing his lips. “Never mind. We don’t have time for this.”

With that, he grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder, careful to not touch your injured arm as he did. 

Immediately, you protested, kicking your feet and hitting his muscular back with the glowrod in your hand. “No—Ben, put me down! I can handle myself!”

He was unfazed by your attempts to free yourself, his arms still wrapped tightly around your legs as he marched forward. “Evidently, you can’t. Don’t worry, it won’t be for long. The Grimtaash is just up this way.”

“Fine,” you huffed.

Despite being dead weight, he carried you with ease, now taking long strides in place of running. The ground was a blur beneath you, morphing from grass, to stone steps, to dirt, and finally, to pavement.

Slowly, Ben lowered you until your feet touched the ground, waiting for you to have your footing before letting go of your waist.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he said, lifting your chin with his finger.

You smacked his hand away. “Just shut up and open the door.”

He chuckled as he typed in the passcode to the ship’s ramp. “As you wish.”

The door lowered with a hiss as the airlock released. Before it had even reached the ground, you were already running up the ramp.

The hold of the ship was dark, the only light source being the emergency lights that lined the baseboards. With the help of the glowrod, you were able to navigate the space and find the cockpit without knocking over Ben’s collectibles in the process. 

As you breached the doorway of the cockpit, you heard the familiar sound of armor clattering and voices in the distance.

Before you could panic, the sounds were silenced as the door sealed shut behind Ben, who was busy arming the ship’s security system at the other end of the hold.

“Ben, we need–”

“I know, I know, I’ve got it covered,” he said, anticipating your concerns.

“Master Solo! It is so good to see you again. Were you able to find what you were searching for?”

The source of the unfamiliar voice was quickly discovered when Ben turned on the overhead lights as he sat down in the pilot chair, pressing a series of buttons and switches to power up the ship. Emerging from the curved hallway that led to the cargo holds and captain’s quarters was a silver droid, with beaming, yellow eyes and sparse wires springing free from its plating.

“Yes, Geegee. Just help me initiate the flight sequence,” Ben groaned. “And transmit our location to Master Skywalker.”

The engines roared to life, rattling the ship’s frame and shaking your balance.

“Of course, Master Solo. I am pleased to report that while you were away, I was able to complete a full system tune-up. I also took the liberty of–”

“And make sure the hyperdrive is ready upon take off,” Ben said, interrupting the droid. “We’ll need to engage it as soon as possible.”

“Right away, sir.”

“Wait, is that safe?” you asked, gripping tightly onto the back of his chair.

“Yes—well, no. Just–” he sighed. “It’ll be fine. It’s our best chance of getting out of here unnoticed by their tracking.”

You were in no position to argue with him, so you didn't, instead choosing to walk away from the cockpit and let him prepare the ship. Pain began to creep back in as your adrenaline waned, radiating throughout your body and turning the edges of your vision black. You needed to sit, immediately. The leather seat surrounding the Dejarik table seemed more appealing than ever before.

“Where are you going?” Ben snapped, spinning around in his chair.

“I need to sit down,” you said weakly, wincing as you took another step.

“Was there something wrong with the co-pilot chair?”

You turned around and stared at him, your brows furrowed. “I thought…your droid…”

“Geegee will just have to stand for this trip. Come, sit up here with me.” He patted the seat beside him before turning back to the controls in front of him.

You obeyed, blinking away the black dots in your vision as you walked back to the cockpit and sat down, closing your eyes as you melted into the chair.

“Do you need help with your harness?” Ben asked.

“Mmm?” you hummed, prying an eye open.

“Never mind,” he said with a soft laugh. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning over you as he pulled his brown cloak off and draped it over your shoulders and lap, tucking the material behind your shoulders so that it wouldn’t come loose. “Just rest.”

“Ben…” you mumbled. “What about the troopers following us?”

“Don’t worry about them,” he said, gently resting his hands on your shoulders. He drew in a long breath before kissing you on the temple, letting his lips linger there for a moment before resting his forehead against yours. “I’d kill every last one of them before they could even get the chance to hurt you again.”

His breath was warm on your skin, but his words were cold. He didn’t sound like himself, and despite being wrapped in his cloak, a chill ran down your spine. 

As he pulled away, his face softened, like ice melting in the morning’s light. 

“Master Solo, the hyperdrive is ready for use,” the droid said as it shuffled into the cockpit, staring at you inquisitively. “If you don’t mind me asking, where am I to operate as the ship’s co-pilot if not in the co-pilot seat?”

“You’ll do fine right where you are, Geegee. Right now, she takes priority,” he said, winking as he turned to face you.

After pressing a few more buttons, Ben gripped onto the controls as the ship hovered off the ground, the legs of the craft folding into the frame as you gained altitude. You could hear tiny blasts from the troopers below hitting the exterior of the ship, like hail pelting against a window.

Your eyes felt heavy as you forced yourself to stay awake, worried that Ben would need you to help somehow. But it was becoming impossible. It felt as if you were sinking through the velvet chair, your muscles and bones finally given a moment of rest. Sleep was coming in like the tide, lapping at your consciousness with every second that passed.

“Geegee, engage the hyperdrive,” Ben ordered.

The droid did as it was instructed and a moment later, the stars surrounding you morphed into a swirling, blue tunnel, flying by at the speed of light. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, slowly running down your cheeks as a mix of relief and sadness washed over you. You were finally safe, but for how long?

As you sniffled, Ben turned to face you, dropping his hands from the control to clasp yours, giving them a soft squeeze.

“The Empire is alive,” you said quietly. “They’re weakened, but they know where the Academy is and…” You hesitated to complete your thought, remembering the nightmare from the day prior, with the Academy in flames and your classmates strewn across the ground. Now, you imagined Ben among them, his warm, brown eyes growing cold and lifeless in the rain.

Finally, you whispered, “I’m afraid.”

The last thing you heard before letting the exhaustion consume you was Ben’s voice. Despite him being right beside you, you could hardly hear him, or anything for that matter. The drone of the engines had gone silent, the squeaking of the protocol droid’s joints eliminated, and as Ben spoke, he sounded muffled, as if he were speaking to you through a wall of cotton. Although it was distorted, you managed to make out what he said.

“Everything’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

[shay-creates]

Writblr Intro?

I have never done a writblr intro, so here we go.

Hello! You can call me Shay. I'm a writer and artist living in the US. Welcome to my art and writing blog!

About me: I'm 25, asexual, transmasc, nonbinary (he/they/it), and unsure where I fall on the romantic spectrum. Tag and Ask game friendly! Asks and conversation encouraged. I'm more scared of you than you are of me, so it may take me a bit to respond. I never know what I'm doing at any given time, so I'm very sporadic in talking about or making anything related to stories or art. I follow/follow back using Shay-Puppity (my main account).

I'm creating my world "Exalos" through stories and art, filling the world with my beloved characters (distant sobbing and screaming). I mainly write in the genre of fantasy with a smattering of mystery, horror, romance, and slice of life. Many of my characters are LGBT+ and the world they live in has no drama surrounding that.

I'm currently focused on my WIP titled "Dread Secrets," but I have several other stories in various stages of development. Dread Secrets is my first time planning with the intent of actually writing and finishing the story. Volume of projects not indicative of me being put together, it is quite the opposite.

Characters tagged by using- OC: Character name (Ex- OC: Celesto)

WIPs tagged by using- Shay WIP: Story title (Ex- Shay WIP: Dread Secrets)

Art tagged by using- Shay's Art

~My WIPs~

This part will be edited as I work on these stories, so there'll eventually be more information to read here.

Dread Secrets (current main project):

Genre/Rating: Medieval Fantasy, mystery, action, romance, adventure, not young adult

TWs: blood, gore, violence, mental/psychological/emotional abuse mentions/vague depictions, slight body horror, war, war refugees mentions/depictions, deaths, murder,

POV: Xiang, Neph, King Ansellus Kestrel, Celesto, Mystery Plotter

Summary: (WIP intro link)

Fifteen years ago, King Ansellus Kestrel of the kingdom Wisea made a last stand against the Dread Queen Celesto, his first love, as the benevolent kingdoms banded together to lay siege to the aptly named, Dread Kingdom. Against all odds, Celesto was beaten. Turned against by the Ancient of the Dread Forest, an unstable Celesto's final moments saw her body transform into a dark and twisted tree that screamed angrily into nothingness without a sound.

They had been in love, Ansellus willing to give Celesto anything he could give her. In four short years, their perfect life together fell to shambles as Celesto betrayed not only Ansellus, but friends and even her own goddaughter, Hibiki, who, even now, clings to her father to feel safe.

Xiang, a student of Prophis, attempts to aid a friend who is cursed to sleep with Grim Twilight Ivy growing around and from his body. His good intentions are rewarded by having a similar curse placed on Xiang himself. A strange mark over his heart and plagued by nightmares of being hunted by the Dread Queen Celesto in the ruins of the Dread Kingdom, Xiang leaves the ancient towers of Prophis to find a way to break the curse before succumbing to it himself. He is given a protector in the form of Malianna Ash, a half-immortal from the fiery Kingdom of Rosha.

Neph, a half-immortal in their early twenties, lives comfortably in the independent city of Rudrian with caretakers Sasha and Bryn Creek and their soft-spoken friend, Celine. Neph longs to gain recognition so they may ascend to immortality in the hopes of reuniting with their immortal mother in Elorial, the realm of immortals. They seize their chance after rescuing Xiang after the Prophis student is separated from Malianna by the crowds. Through the use of incessant nagging and a sprinkle of charisma, Neph manages to join the two strangers on their quest. Celine, who has always been at Neph's side, joins the group to aid them as both a healer and strong nature magic user.

What secrets hide in the past? Will Xiang be able to lift the curse from himself before it's too late? What dreadful secrets hide within the ruins of the Dread Kingdom? Did Celesto find some way to survive and lay low all those years ago, or is the curse the doing of someone else?

Progress: semi-complete timeline, Character illustrations done

Cast: Xiang, Malianna Ash, Neph, Scy Drakenscale, Phelan Noctus, Lorne, Kubo Hibiki, No Eiko, Celine, Scorch (Malianna's unicorn), Flit (Malianna's magic pigeon), Celesto Krone/Kestrel (Dread Queen), Felix Kestrel, King Ansellus Kestrel, Queen Tianna Kestrel, Artos Oak, Kubo Mai, Ling Yazhu, Bao Mingmei, Bao Yating, King Snydus Ash, Silas Ash, Draco, Dissonantia, Bryn Creek, Sasha Creek, Leandra Ash, Xaver Ash, Ferna Krone, Obelus Krone, Imposa Kestrel, Mightrus Kestrel, Ling Chao, Bessarion Thorne, Characters

Gods/Ancients/Primordials of note: God of Memories, God of Sanctuary, God of Guardians, God of Passion, God of Vengeance, God of Lore (Lorne), Ancient of Wisdom, Ancient of Knowledge, God of Dreams, The 11 Immortal Villains (See: Corruption of Heroes), Ancient of the Dread Forest/Forests, Primordial of Death, Primordial of Life

Song association: Guns For Hire by Woodkid + What Could Have Been by Sting and Ray Chen.

Excerpt: Nothing written yet. :3

Tinnitus:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: fantasy, modern setting, dimension hopping, coming of age, suspense, adventure, series, not young adult

POV: Gong Jiahao, Soul Warren, Maddox High, Taeil, Fable Book, Kace Asher, Zhang Remy, Nym Cardinal

Summary: something goes here. Idk if each character gets a book or if characters share a book or whatever, but they do all get some POV. There will be some angst. Also there's a mysterious person who is trying to make a deal or contract with each of the characters. Idk what contracts yet, but there's shenanigans. Also a dumb and campy fight scene because it's dumb and makes me laugh. (They're using the power of dance and music to fight and distract a fucking dragon, it's so dumb. Dumb fight scene go brr.)

Progress: vibes and vague ideas, character concepts concepted

Characters: Primordial of Chaos, Gong Jiahao, Zhang Remy, Soul Warren, Fable Book, Nym Cardinal, Maddox High, Kace Asher, Ace Siren, Mirroh, Pavel Nox, Jung Taeil, Rune Siren, Neph, Xiang, Runais, Xadrian, Phelan, Mirroh Characters

Song association: Illusion by Ateez

Excerpt: Nothing written yet. :3

Heir of Chaos:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: fantasy, modern setting?, medieval setting?, dimension hopping, mystery, series, not young adult

POV: Deimos Muse, Song Kwan, Adriel Sky, Warrick Red, Zhang Remy

Summary: Something goes here. You read that right! Remy is a POV here too. This story and Tinnitus are intertwined with reoccurring characters and that mysterious person is here too. Don't ask me how I plan to write these two stories, I just know they are intertwined.

Progress: vibes and vague ideas

Characters: Deimos Muse, Zhang Remy, Warrick Red, Song Kwan, Adriel Sky, Primordial of Chaos, Lucas String, Mirroh, Shen Saint, Gong Jiahao, Soul Warren, Fable Book, Nym Cardinal, Maddox High, Kace Asher Characters

Song association: Frost or Crown by Tomorrow X Together

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Corruption of Heroes:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: medieval fantasy, mystery, action, not young adult

POV: Kallista and/or Shysie

Summary: A fantasy story that follows the formation and eventual fall from grace of the Eleven Immortal Villains of the Dread Forest. A time when the citizens of Rusa and Centuros were ruled by Dissonantia Krone and her husband Draco Krone, before the two rulers became God of Chaos and Discord respectively. When Rusa and Centuros were constantly in a closely tied battle without bloodshed or animosity. Before the Dread Forest gained its name and the Ancient of Forests was worshiped by both Rusa and Centuros. When the Primordial of Life had curved horns upon its head and Immortals walked the same earth as mortals. How the mighty fall. How the Eleven Immortal Villains came to be (they're mentioned and may cameo in Dread Secrets). We've got Kallista, Shysie, twins Faraph and Gwin, brothers Leucis and Valrus, sapphic throuple Echo/Nyssa/and Whisper, sapphic couple Vasha and Eilla, and Lux as characters.

Progress: vibes and vague ideas, character concepts concepted

Characters: Lux, Shysie Crimson, Kallista Rose, Gwin Snow, Faraph Snow, Echo Song, Vasha Alice, Eilla Alice, Whisper Song, Nyssa Song, Leucis Bard, Valrus Bard, Dissonantia Krone, Draco Krone, Anarvale, Thronk, (more characters to come) Characters

Song association: It Seemed the Better Way by Leonard Cohen or Hunt You Down by The Hit House and Ruby Friedman

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Finding Family:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: slice of life, medieval fantasy, comedy?, pg/pg 13

POV: Pangari, Fintan, Demarcus, Amphon, and/or Yvonna

Summary: A fantasy, slice of life story about a family of Gods in the Immortal Realm. Amphon, God of Blacksmiths, and Yvonna, God of Seamsters, adopted three young Immortals who’ve ascended to godhood. Fintan, God of Flames, is often sleeping in Amphon’s smelter, his blonde hair and skin stained with soot and ash, and he only leaves the home if it’s for his twin sister, Pangari, or adopted brother, Demarcus. Pangari, God of Shadows, is a bubbly and kind-hearted young woman with bright eyes and light blonde waves. She spends as much time as she can with her family, often dragging Fintan out of the smelter to go on walks. Demarcus, God of Artisans, is dutiful and is often working hard on a new blueprint or helping his adopted father design a new sword or gift for Yvonna. This is a story about found family and the bonds that are formed by accepting each other and protecting each other.

Cast: Amphon, Yvonna, Pangari, Demarcus, Fintan, Bunsom, Lorne

Progress: vibes and vague ideas, some characters concepted

Characters

Song association: Family by Mother Mother

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Shadow of Doubt:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: Mystery, thriller, psychological thriller, horror, Crime, mature

POV: Kit Tong

Summary: something goes here. There's a single part that I will legitimately cry while writing, it's the only thing I know will happen and it makes me sad. Great character moment though. Kit has a cat named Milo and I love their cat, it's the beacon of light in the bloody dark. That's all I've got so far. One scene and the MC has a cute cat. That's all you really need though...right?

Progress: vibes and vague ideas

Characters: Kit Tong, Kim Jae-soon, Ito Genji, Sunnie Lee, Zander Blight, Freddie Smith, Mik Forest, (more characters to come) Characters

Song association: You'd Be Paranoid Too by Waterparks or Saints by Echos

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Background of Love:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: romance, comedy, slice of life, BL, GL, fantasy, modern setting, series, not young adult

POV: Elio, Tia, Season, Wins, Rowan, Mingi, Jun

Summary: something goes here. One of the MCs is probably the main MC because he's aro/ace and everyone around them is falling in love left, right, and center so it's like he's in the background if that makes sense? I haven't decided if that character is going to be called Season or Elio. This is the story with the most gay focus of any of my stories.

(old summary for some context: This story follows three couples as they pursue love. Elio has had feelings for his childhood friend Rowan for five years with the other not noticing and soon developing a crush on someone else. Elio decides to stop his feelings for Rowan, no matter how difficult, and allows his friends Dom and Dai to set him up with a temporary boyfriend Mingi. Once Elio decides to move on, Rowan soon discovers how much Elio has done for him over the years and abandons his crush to pursue Elio. Tia, friend of Elio and Dom and Dai has caught herself pining after her neighbor across the street named Mian. Despite all of her bravado and confident air, she can’t bring herself to talk coherently around Mian. No longer being pursued by Rowan, Wins begins to spend more time with Jun since they have many of the same interests. Jun stops spending time with Wins, putting Mingi first as the latter might have developed feelings for his temporary boyfriend. Can Amais, God of Love, help his heartless or will the God have them figure it out for themselves?)

Progress: vibes and vague ideas

Characters: Elio Santiago, Rowan Winters, Kim Mingi, Huang Jun, Xu Mian, Tia Amor, Season Light, Takara Haru, Dom Wong, Dai Angsan, Wins Michaels, God of Soulmates (Amais) Characters

Song association: Fake Protagonist by Getsunova or Lose (english version) by Wonho

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Misfortune:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: fantasy, medieval fantasy?, mystery, suspense, comedy, romance, not young adult

POV: Runais, Xadrian, and/or Lykos (maybe Mirroh?)

Summary: something goes here. Everyone else is having a bad time but Runais and Xadrian are just chaotic dumb and chaotic dumber and I love that for them. This story kind of absorbed another WIP idea I had called "Deja Vu" and I'm not mad about it. I like this story a bit more.

Progress: vibes and vague ideas, some characters concepted

Characters: Xiang, Neph, Runais, Xadrian, Lykos, Mirroh, Primordial of Chaos, Malianna Ash, Scorch, Flit, Phelan, (more characters to come?) Characters

Song association: Seraph by DPR Ian or Who Are You by Sam Kim

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Love Afterlife:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: medieval fantasy, romance, GL, not young adult

POV: Tahari or Nocturne/Aqualise

Summary: something goes here, but I know it's sapphic. The location is the afterlife and I do think I'm clever. Because...they...they find love...in the afterlife....so...love...afterlife.... A sapphic tale between the God of Death and an Immortal Spirit.

Progress: vibes

Characters: Tahari, Nocturne/Aqualise, (more characters to come) Characters

Song association: ???

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Demon Eye:

Moodboard Goes Here

Genre/Rating: fantasy, action, dark fantasy, romance, not young adult

POV: ??? I don't have any characters thought up yet, no names or anything. RIP

Summary: something goes here. It feels really cool in my brain, cool fight scenes go brrr. Cool character concept vibes go brr too.

Progress: vibes

Characters

Song association: ???

Excerpt: Nothing written yet :3

Deja Vu:

Moodboard Goes here

Genre/Rating: fantasy, modern setting?, dimension hopping, mystery, not young adult

POV: Pavel Night

Summary: (technically scrapped) A fantasy, mystery, suspense. Living under the same roof to save money with his six friends, Pavel has had the luxury of having a room to himself thanks to winning a long game of rock, paper, scissors. His ideal world is flipped when one of his friends, Lucas, asks if a friend of his could move in. Though Pavel doesn’t know the friend well, he trusts Lucas’ judgement of character and agrees to let the friend share a room with himself since it’d be easier than Malia moving her things out of one room and into another. As soon as this friend, Mirroh, arrives, Pavel feels a strange distrust of the stranger. Mirroh keeps to himself unless he’s with Lucas, and seems to settle in well enough. But when an accident leaves his friend Shen dead and Ambrose in critical condition, strange things begin to happen. Mirroh’s personality becomes stranger and he seems to know when something bad is about to happen, though he doesn’t seem to lift a finger to stop it. What’s stranger is Pavel wakes up to find himself back to the day of the first accident that began it all. What can Pavel do to prevent the accidents? Does Mirroh know something and is keeping it a secret? Who is the stranger that confirms that Pavel should not trust Mirroh? Should he listen to the stranger?

Progress: Technically scrapped, vibes, vague ideas, 5 chapters written

Cast: ???, Lucas String, Mirroh, Shen Saint, Ambrose Saint, Malia Shield, Pavel Nox, Rune Siren, Ace Siren, Pavel Night

Song Association: ???

Excerpt: ):

[mysticstarlightduck]

Last Line Tag!

Thank you so much for the Tag, @anoelleart! I was travelling for almost the entirety of last week, so only now I've managed to catch up with the tags from that period (:

Tagging (gently): @lassiesandiego, @unstablewifiaccess, @sm-writes-chaos, @clairelsonao3, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @oh-no-another-idea, @your-absent-father, @rickie-the-storyteller, @jay-avian and @doublegoblin

(Because this snippet makes absolutely no sense without context, I'm doing a "Last Snippet" variation instead)

This is a snippet from my WIP (still very work in progress/workshopping), called Realms of Loss, which I've been working on for a while now. This was the last thing I worked on recently solely because of the fact I was scared to work on The Last Wrath or Tales of Wilted Flowers while traveling/unfocused lmao.

"I am the Crown Prince. Sole remaining heir of a dynasty, of the House of a Thousand Stars. I'm not some boy." His voice shook, not confident and mighty as he willed it to sound, but desperate. Archyvel wasn't trying to convince her - he was trying to convince himself. "I will not be afraid." Nesryn tilted her head, eyes softening. "But you are."

[oneeyedoctogod]

WIP Wednesday again: today, I give you.... An OC (dramatic gasps). Okay not quite an OC, it's simply that for the third Dynasty extra, I do need a few OC to uh. Flesh out the Wen Sect (since I killed pretty much all existing character in the main fic xD).

So. Meet Wen Minzhi. Friend or enemy? Who knows :)

--

Right in front of him, sitting on the opposite side of the table and drinking her tea with her eyes closed as if this is simply her usual afternoon teatime, is Wen Minzhi. She looks like a noble from some imperial court rather than a cultivator, covered with delicate make-up and wearing heavy robes made from silk and velvet, with golden brocades depicting flying firebirds. She wears jewelry as well and her golden claws clink on the teacup when she finally puts it back down.

Not even a simple noble then — now that Wen Ruohan is dead, Wen Minzhi seems as if she fancies herself the empress.

He has never met Wen Minzhi but he knows of her. Yunmeng Jiang has its Madam Yu, Lanling Jin has its Madam Jin and Qishan Wen has Wen Minzhi. Not a Madam but what does it matter when she is just as powerful, if not more?

She used to teach the young disciples, and the stories say that she is the one who noticed Wen Ruohan’s talent when he was only a young boy and trained him until he finally surpassed her. The more disdainful ones suggest that she taught him everything in the hopes that he would take her as a wife or a concubine, despite being much older than him. A few suggest that she is the one who gave young Wen Ruohan, only Sect Heir back then, his thirst for power. Behind a tyrant, after all, must be the wiles of a woman too weak to seize power for herself. Wei Wuxian scoffs at the idea. Wen Ruohan was born into power and needed no one’s help to crave for more of it.

Still, Wen Minzhi certainly is cunning and old enough to know the dance of politics better than most at this table. She retired from teaching shortly after Wen Chao started his own studies — perhaps, if one is uncharitable, to avoid having to teach him — and has instead taken on the duties of leading the more scholarly branches of the Wen Sect. She is effectively the head of the teachers, of the librarians and of the researchers.

If she decides to oppose him, she will be his greatest adversary.

He smiles at her when she finally looks at him, lifting his own cup as a silent toast.

She smiles back, her eyes glinting like the gold of her bracelets. It is a much colder color than Lan Zhan’s eyes, he thinks.

[dramioneasks]

Can you recommend me fics where H is a princess and D is a guard/knight? Much like WIP Castle Guard by GreenFlowerPot. Thank you 😁

The Queen’s Knight By: cleotheo - M, 29 Chapters - There’s a new craze in the wizarding world: Immersion Books. When Harry and Ron buy one for Hermione’s birthday she finds herself immersed in a medieval world where a certain blond Slytherin has been cast as her lover.

The Witch in the Wood - LittleIvy - M, 7 chapters - Trapped in a loveless marriage to Lord Voldemort and forced to beget him an heir, it won't be long before Hermione withdraws into herself, sinking so deep not even a Legilimens spelunking in the hollows of her mind will be able to find her. Engaging in a forbidden romance with her bodyguard keeps her afloat, but secret affairs in the Dark Lord's court never stay secret for long. Someone must know of their treason—why else would Lord Voldemort send him, of all people, to hunt her down once she escapes?

his eyes were gray - dhrdump (ryekiree) - T, one-shot - This year, as Princess Hermione turns 24, more than ever, she was nervous. She never understood why but she had a slight inkling. It was the first festivity they held since Draco returned to the castle. Returned to her. And it was to celebrate the day of her birth.

The Tides of Power - LadyAniko - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy, knight and heir to the great House Malfoy, has been given a task that his father believes is necessary for furthering Malfoy influence in the royal realm. Draco expects it to be a distasteful task, and a tedious one, but he does not expect it to be difficult. He certainly doesn’t expect the woman he is supposed to guard, one Hermione Granger, to throw everyone’s plans to chaos.

-Lisa

[stesierra]

WIP INTRO: STITCHES AND MEMORIES

Title: Stitches and Memories

Genre: Adult fantasy

Setting: the Kingdom of Ritalia

Pitch: Antea is hunting her father, who ripped apart her mind, left her for dead, and vanished twelve years ago. His motive for murder might explain why everyone wants to kill her now. If only she knew what that motive was.

Tropes: authoritarian state, medieval dystopia, fallen democracy, magical seizures, chosen by the gods, daddy issues, parental betrayal, you can't handle the truth, monarchy is evil, cat boys, not your grandma's dragons, sweet romance, chronic pain, partial amnesia, 30-year-old MC

Story:

Antea's father ripped her mind apart, left her for dead, and vanished twelve years ago, and all she's wanted since then is to find out why. When she's evicted from her tenement on her thirtieth birthday and shunted into a hospice for the homeless, she meets Jedan, a man whose magic can track her father. The sensible thing to do is stay in the capital. Her father's attack left her with a lifetime of convulsions, and she's not healthy enough for a long journey. Hunting her father across the kingdom of Ritalia would be madness. But it might take madness to find answers.

Antea ditches her job as a maid and sets out into the countryside on her father's trail. But when she wakes a long-forgotten goddess, the mage her father once served places a death sentence on her head. Now her convulsions are the least of her worries. Waking the goddess stirs magic inside of Antea, revealing secrets and lies that might explain her father's deeds. Lies that might shift the balance of power in the kingdom or topple it altogether. As the notables of the land compete to control or kill her, finding her father starts to look like suicide. A less reckless woman would turn back, but Antea is willing to die to get her answers.

The Characters:

Antea- Our main character. She's just turned thirty. Twelve years ago, her father destroyed her mind and some of her memories. Her black hair also turned metallic gold on that day. Why? She has no idea. There's a lot about being eighteen that she doesn't remember. She's in constant pain and has seizures whenever she tries to remember.

Jeden- The Love Interest. He's chosen by the Lion Goddess as one of her champions. As her champion, he has special abilities, such as tracking people. Maybe he can find Antea's father. Basically a cat boy. Adorable.

Reza- the bastard daughter of the king and, due to the remnants of Ritalia's constitution, the rightful heir. On the run from her murderous father, who wants his lawful children to inherit. Desperate women sometimes make terrible decisions.

Vilsel- a former constable who dedicates his life to protecting Reza. A bad man. There are no good constables.

Antea's father- Antea loved him once. And he adored her. She was the most precious thing in his world.

Doval- Master of the One Hundred (the kingdom's mages) and the constables. Antea's father used to work for him as a mage, so why does he want her dead?

King Ratiden- This fucker rules the kingdom.

Worst Comment from a Beta Reader: I have wiped this from my mind. But the critique partner made me put this aside for three years and I'm still embarrassed by it.

Status Check: Fourth draft (122k words) and available for beta reading but only by mutuals who are really excited about it.

First chapter here.

No more will be posted but you can volunteer to read it.

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