#a misunderstanding ff

[foldingfittedsheets]

Oh also, from early today, I have to share this silly interaction. I was checking Leeloo out of the vets office and I needed to set up an appointment for further X-rays.

I approached the desk where three nice ladies were working. One of them smiled at me and grabbed the piece of paper the vet tech had left. I knew for a fact that that piece of paper had my info on it because I watched the tech put it into an empty inbox. There was no other papers.

The receptionist looked at it and then very confidently said, “When would you like to drop off for your rats?”

I stared at her. She blinked up at me.

“Pardon?” I asked. My ears have been congested and I was pretty sure I had missed something vital.

“Your rats, did you want a drop off appointment?”

I continued to stare at her. Finally, folding to the inevitability of making a fool of myself I said, “I have a cat.”

She stared at me.

“I don’t have rats,” I added.

“Oh!” The lady behind her said, “RADS, her radiographs.” She said it in a somewhat chiding manner to the lady helping me, as if to admonish her for assuming patients would know the lingo.

“Oh!” I blushed and then stammered through needing an appointment because Leeloo gets very grumbly for drop offs.

I was less embarrassed by the whole thing and more just bemused by what I’d thought was her rock hard certainty that I had a cat carrier full of rats.

[myprongsfootera]

I cannot stop thinking about that "Sirius killed for James, died for Harry, but lived for Remus" post

No.

Stop it.

I want to squirt water like "bad fandom"

Sirius stayed sane in Azkaban solely to avenge James's murder and try to protect Harry. It was about the two of them and Peter. If Remus ranked on the list it was a very distant fourth.

When Sirius came back, his *sole focus* was how to protect Harry. He lived alone as a dog feeding on scraps for most of his time post-Azkaban. He was only with Remus a tiny fraction of the time at the end, and even then it was with a primary focus of how to work together to protect Harry.

James's son.

It all comes back to him for Sirius.

He killed, lived, and died for James. All of it. Over and over, he was willing to do all of it for James.

Fucking Remus, who?

[average-mako-enjoyer]

Unromanced Kaidan/Ashley in ME2: I tried to move on after your death, Shepard, but I just couldn't. Your death broke me in more ways than you can imagine. Losing you was like losing a limb.

Fandom:

Just please exclude characters you never bothered to interact with or understand from your "analysis". You can just love the characters and not try to make those comparisons, really. You don't have to.

[kyliafanfiction]

aaaand the winner of the 'worst take about Amy Dallon ever award' is the person who decided 'Amy Dallon is an Incel' is sentence that is remotely coherent.

[venbetta]

Can I smack Freddy's head with that bass for being such an ignorant idiot?

Ehhh... the whole point is that it's a misunderstanding. Freddy's not ignorant (or an idiot), he's just not aware of Monty's feelings towards him. Of course, we as the audience know what's going on, but we shouldn't expect him or the other characters to know what's going on :> (<- Freddy apologist /j)

also you wouldn't smack Freddy with his late boyfriend's bass >:/ it has sentimental value.

[dnphan]

i just found out that ‘ffs’ doesn’t mean “for sure” it means “for fucks sake”.

HOW MANY PEOPLE DID I THINK WERE AGREEING WITH ME WERE ACTUALLY JUST FED UP.

[garglyswoof]

always make sure you look into something/ask questions before making accusations/assumptions

why is this so hard for everyone? (including me)

[mysticalpruneflapshepherd]

It's beautiful!

This gives the amazing chance to create even more misunderstandings when suddenly Sqq(Sy) gets hit with another bad cultivation deviation or whatever that was only to wake up as Sj.

Then Sy is thrust into this demon's body!

Imagine the confusion! The panic! The heartbreak!

Then Sy's confusion and his inevitable grief, because what if he's just been thrust into another world? Just now when he was getting used to being happy?

Then his panic is put aside, because he recognized the face of the demon he's possessing. He remembers this plot! It was something about a demon looking too much like someone the Demon Emperor hated, who also had a hot sister that fell into the royal harem, so therefore was disposed of rather fast.

It's the moment Sy finds that this demon sister of this body has a similar character to his real meimei. He takes to the big brother role real fast here. He grows attached to this family he's never met but has been hearing so much about from his new meimei. So much, that for a moment he forgets that Binghe could be looking for him.

Then Sj who is confused beyond confusion and retaliates against Binghe and Yqy like a feral cat. Lqg managed to help calm him down based barely on his strange calm attitude toward him.

Imagine a Binghe who decides to go to the demon world to do some work so he didn't do something drastic that he'd regret. Going for some good ol' land conquering to relieve some stress and accidentally injuring himself because of his distraction with the situation.

Now imagine Sy's new meimei finding this handsome young man, all beat and bloody and taking him home to have her lovely, and suddenly smarter, brother to help her look after this man.

Sy who tries his best to slowly let Binghe know that it's him without risking being beheaded for saying something outrageous. And Binghe looking at this man and being like, do I know you? You're as nice as the love of my life? Am I seeing things? I can't betray my love for shizun but there's something about this man....

Any way, if someone wants to keep adding, tag me please. I wanna see where this goes ✨🔻✨

Hear my random thought, imagine that the PIDW fandom actually start noticing the weirdo called Peerless Cucumber and they find his comments absolutely hilarious, like “this dude is crazy but hes damn funny too” and they just start teasing him with things like “what are you, Luo Binghe’s wife to defend him like this?” until someone actually makes a full 20.000 word fanfiction about peerless cucumber dying and reincarnating in PIDW and ending up rizzing up Luo Binghe, convincing him to leave his harem for him and they marry and live happily ever after and everyone finds this EVEN MORE HILARIOUS and more people start writing fanfic about it.

Before PIDW ends, the ship tag is one of the top 5 of the fandom in ao3 and they have tons of fanart and even an animation video on youtube that has hundreds of thousands of views and obviously airplane had seen it, and he found it hilarious too.

So when he finished PIDW he made some specials and he decided to be the funniest man ever and write one where peerless cucumber died and reincarnated in a male demon whom happened to be working close to Luo Binghe, and that was the first and last gay chapter of PIDW.

The fandom EXPLODED when they read this and the ship tag quickly became number 1 on the fandom in ao3, fanfiction.net, wattpad and tumblr.

Sadly, peerless cucumber stopped his activities on social media as soon as the final chapter of PIDW dropped, wonder what happened to that guy...

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it is currently 3am, no one can judge me for this thanks goodbye

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[235uranium]

oh I want to stab people. science isn't fucking magic it's just nature. yes electricity is nature. chemistry is fucking nature. it's all just nature for fucks sake.

the universe is cool! the world is cool! you do not need to pretend it's magic to be cool! holy shit just learn to embrace that the material isn't boring and is, in fact, wonderous!

[sh4nksslvt]

Espionage and Eavesdropping

You just wanted to surprise your Yonko boyfriend with something sweet. Shanks, however, misunderstands everything and thinks you're hiding a lover aboard.

shanks x reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, chaotic

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing

word count: 1k

masterlist | ko-fi

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You should’ve known better than to try anything secretive on a ship full of pirates with nothing better to do.

But here you were, crouched behind a stack of rum barrels in the ship’s lower deck, notebook clutched in one hand, whispering into a den den mushi like you were planning a military coup.

“I just need it by Thursday,” you hissed. “And don’t forget the edible glitter! It has to sparkle like Shanks’s ego.”

The den den mushi blinked at you slowly, mimicking your furrowed brows. “Sparkle. Got it. Any other unreasonable demands?”

“Make it look dangerously romantic, but also incredibly cool.”

“Sounds like you want a wedding cake without the wedding.”

You paused. “…Don’t say that out loud. He’ll hear it and assume I’m trying to marry someone else.”

And two decks above you, curled beneath a conveniently placed hammock and eavesdropping like a man twice his age, Shanks the Red-Haired Yonko of the Sea, whispered into his own den den mushi.

“I think they’re marrying someone else.”

“What?” Benn Beckman’s voice was dry.

“I just heard them say ‘don’t say that out loud, he’ll think I’m marrying someone else.’ That’s exactly what someone who’s definitely hiding an affair says, right?!”

“Shanks—”

“I KNEW they were too beautiful to be loyal.”

“You’re the most dramatic man on this ship.”

“I’m going to fake my own death and see if they cry.”

The misunderstanding began three days ago, when you asked Lucky Roux to quietly sneak into town and pick up something discreet and delicate. You’d given him a long list with unnecessary glitter stars and bold underlines, swore him to secrecy, and told him, “Tell no one. Especially Shanks. Not even if he’s dying. Especially not if he’s dying.”

Unfortunately, someone else heard that.

And Shanks? He took it personally.

Now you were organizing a surprise celebration for his birthday (which he had claimed he didn’t care about, like a liar), enlisting crew members with the stealth of a sea cat, and every time Shanks looked at you, you panicked like a criminal caught red-handed.

So of course he thought something was going on.

You’d whisper to Yasopp, run away from Hongo, disappear for hours, and dodge Shanks with the finesse of someone avoiding a breakup talk. He started following you in secret, wearing a cape and fake mustache, hiding behind crates that were nowhere near his size.

Benn walked past him one day and muttered, “This is why we can’t have normal relationships.”

Day Four.

You were on the main deck, whispering into your notebook.

“Benn’s distracting him with fake wine. Hongo’s handling the fireproof sparklers. Yasopp is swearing on his son’s life not to tell. I just need to—”

“—tell me who you’re seeing.”

You jumped so hard you nearly tossed the notebook overboard.

“Shanks! What the hell—how did you sneak up on me like that?!”

He was squinting suspiciously, arm on his hip, shirt loose, and hair windblown in a way that made him look far too attractive to be pulling this level of paranoid nonsense.

“I have connections,” he said ominously.

“Okay?”

“Lucky Roux saw you give a note to a pigeon.”

“First of all, it was a cake-ordering pigeon, and second—wait, that’s not the point. What?”

“You’ve been sneaking around. Whispering into things. Saying suspicious phrases like ‘don’t tell Shanks even if he’s dying.’ What am I supposed to think?!”

“That I’m planning something nice?”

“That you’re cheating!”

You blinked. Then blinked again.

“…Cheating? Shanks. Darling. Love of my life. Who on this ship could I possibly be cheating on you with?!”

He pointed dramatically toward the horizon. “Someone from another crew! A beautiful stranger with a strong jawline and a charming laugh—”

“That’s literally you.”

“Wait. Is this a reverse surprise? Am I the stranger?!”

“No!” you laughed, smacking his chest. “I’m planning a surprise party for you, you idiot!”

“…Oh.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Did you… spy on me?”

Shanks hesitated. Then lifted one leg onto a crate like a theater actor mid-monologue. “I’ll have you know I was on a noble quest for truth, love, and the prevention of heartbreak.”

“You wore a mustache and tried to climb the rigging, didn’t you.”

He coughed. “Irrelevant.”

You groaned, laughing despite yourself. “Unbelievable. You thought I was cheating, so you started counter-spying?”

He nodded solemnly. “It was a matter of pride. Also, Benn said if I was wrong, I owed him all my sake.”

“…And were you wrong?”

Shanks looked at you. Then at the crew. Then back at you.

“…Maybe. But in my defense, you are very suspicious when you whisper.”

Cue Party Day.

Despite the chaos, the confusion, and the unnecessary disguises, the party was perfect.

The deck was transformed with string lights, stolen silk drapes, a truly dangerous amount of glitter, and a cake shaped like his own face (your idea, obviously). A very confused seagull in a bowtie delivered the final decorations.

Shanks walked into the surprise party pretending to be shocked—even though he’d definitely heard the band warming up from below deck—and laughed like it was the greatest moment of his life.

“You did all this for me?” he beamed.

You crossed your arms. “Yes. Even though you accused me of having a secret affair.”

He grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Well, I would cheat on me for you, so I get it.”

“…That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It doesn’t have to. I’m handsome.”

He kissed your cheek before you could argue, then pulled you onto the dance floor—barefoot, wild, and surrounded by pirates singing off-key. At some point, Lucky Roux accidentally ignited the fireproof sparklers (which were not fireproof), and Benn had to douse the deck while muttering about retirement.

You and Shanks ended the night lying on a picnic blanket made from stolen tavern tablecloths, eating leftover cake straight from the tray.

“Next time you plan a surprise,” he mumbled, mouth full, “just… tell me it’s not a secret affair.”

You poked his cheek. “Only if you don’t go full spy-movie mode again.”

He smiled. “Deal. Unless you start whispering to birds again. Then all bets are off.”

The next morning, you woke to find Shanks crouched on the figurehead, holding a long telescope and muttering, “The pigeon is back. I repeat. The pigeon. Is. Back.”

You dragged a pillow over your face and groaned.

Some things never change.

[somehowukook]

(On going) Jungkook fics that totally worth the wait. PT. 1. *:･ﾟ✧

I decided to share some ongoing FFs that I’m completely obsessed with.

Minors under no circumstances can interact with my posts.

Hi guys,💕

(I usually wait for authors to finish posting so I can hyperfocus, disappear from reality, and binge-read everything in one go—but these are so good that waiting for each chapter is totally worth it).

Let’s go!

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Teach me how to love by @kookooluvr

fwb2l, slow burn

Jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

I love how we get wrapped up in the story, how the OC has walls up, and how JK breaks them down so gently. He’s so sweet, so soft, and so sure about his feelings—his patience is top-tier. And when he’s in bed… damn, a whole different side comes out. That duality hits me hard. I need one of these for myself. 😮‍💨🔥

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Wounds we never show by @smartkookiee

E2L

You and Jungkook have always at each other's throats, bound by a mutual disdain that runs deep. You both would rather step into traffic than be alone together. But when a chance encounter at a wedding leads to an unexpected and forbidden arrangement, the lines between enemies and something more begin to blur.

This is one of my all-time faves! I love a good E2L, but the way this one unfolds… you don’t really know how it started—you just piece it together through flashbacks while they’re getting real close with some 🔥 scenes. Seriously, chef’s kiss! 😙👌

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Fuck me up! by @jungkoode

E2L , RoomatesAU

A story about ruined expectations & reckless decisions ˎˊ˗

When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.

But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.

What can I even say about the story that introduced me to my fairy godmother of ffs? Kiki is brilliant, and I love how she interacts with us! But about the story- imagine getting stuck in an apartment with the most unbearable roommate... who also happens to be the best sex of your life. Not sure if it's E2L or Enemies with Benefits— your call, haha. Either way, it's amazing! The best part? It's total crack (but also no) but still unfolds so well, and I just know l'll be left face down on the floor for hours.🫠🫠🫠

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2U ⭑.ᐟ by @numinousher

E2L, roommates. SMAU.

The two of you become roommates after being cheated on. how will you and jungkook handle your new life together when one blasts sad music and cries their heart out until they don’t have anymore tears, and the other watches rom-coms movies and cries about the life they could’ve had?

It’s a mess, but this JK? Walking green flag. Absolute sweetheart and so protective… ugh, I’m in love! 🩷 And i love the way he gets her vocabulary haha giiiirl

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Bloodlines entwined by @spideyjimin

WerewolfAU, pregnancy

Having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.  

Look, I'm not really into werewolf stories. I read them, enjoy them, love the possessiveness and all, but for some reason, I've never really gotten hooked. At least, not until this one. Damn, my dream is to acidentally get pregnant by this wolf king right here, haha! WOOF WOOF 👀 🐺

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Colour me in by @taegularities

Fwb, fake dating, college!au

Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

Rid starts with a solid fake dating plot, and before you know it, all your emotions are scattered across Tumblr. For me, this FF is one of the all-time classics of Tumblr. It’s one of those to frame, read, and re-read. I’m telling you, so many scenes made me go back and read them again. When I found CMI, I was find on chap 5 and had no idea what was going on, but it was written so well I couldn’t stop the chapter, then I started from the begining. NOBODY IS GOING TO REGREAT READ THIS. In one scene i was so inspired, that i painted a giant canva.

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This is the pt.1.

Please lmk your thoughts!!!!

Soon I’ll be back with more. Kissus kissus! Beijooooo 💕💕

[novaursa]

A Lion's Leap

- Summary: The king announces the betrothal of his youngest daughter, you, to Tyland Lannister. But even the Lannister Lord is taken off guard, as there has been some miscommunication regarding the proposal.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

- Note: The reader is the younger sister of Rhaenyra, and second daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and the late Queen Aemma Arryn.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Next part: under the dragon's eye

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

- A/N: Unplanned post.

King Viserys fidgeted in his seat at the head of the small council table, clearly uncomfortable. His expression, usually jovial or preoccupied, now looked tight, and his hands drummed awkwardly against the armrests. One could sense that something weighty was coming. The usual small council faces surrounded him: Otto Hightower, Grand Maester Mellos, Lord Jasper Wylde, Lord Lyman Beesbury, Lord Lyonel Strong—and Tyland Lannister.

The atmosphere was charged, even before the king spoke. The upcoming nameday celebrations for Aegon were on everyone's mind, but it seemed there was another topic to address first. Otto Hightower caught Viserys’s eye and gave him a nod, one of those deliberate, knowing gestures that always preceded something unpleasant—or at least complicated.

Viserys cleared his throat, the sound too loud in the quiet room. "Before we set off for the Kingswood tomorrow," he began, shifting in his seat as if it were filled with thorns, "there is one... matter of great importance that I must discuss with you all."

A ripple of anticipation spread across the room. Lords exchanged brief glances, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Tyland, sitting to the left, straightened his posture, assuming this would be another discussion about logistics or finances—his usual domain.

"The succession is secure," Viserys continued, his voice more certain now. "But my youngest daughter, Y/N, has reached a marriageable age. It has been on my mind that securing an advantageous match for her would further stabilize the realm."

At this, the lords leaned in slightly, their attention sharpening. A royal marriage was no small matter.

Viserys paused, looking around the room, and then blurted, "I’ve decided to accept a proposal from House Lannister."

The silence was instant and deafening.

Tyland froze. His heartbeat quickened as the words echoed in his mind. House Lannister? His mind raced—there had been no recent talk of marriage negotiations involving him. Jason, his twin, had mentioned something, hadn’t he? But surely that had been just—

"Lord Tyland," Viserys said warmly, oblivious to Tyland’s growing panic. "I congratulate you. It will be a fine match for my daughter."

Tyland blinked, trying to process what had just been said. Did the king just congratulate me? His stomach lurched. Jason. Oh, seven hells...

The words stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. "I... I beg your pardon, Your Grace?" He immediately winced, hearing how ungrateful it sounded. All eyes snapped to him. Otto's gaze, in particular, felt like a noose tightening around his neck.

Viserys tilted his head, confusion creeping into his features. "Does my decision offend you, Lord Tyland?"

Tyland’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "No, no! Of course not!" He practically yelped the words, feeling the heat creep up the back of his neck. "It's just that... well, that is to say... I wasn’t aware of—um..." His eyes darted to Otto for help, but the Hand of the King remained as still and impassive as a statue.

Tyland gulped, painfully aware that the entire room was staring at him. "I believe there has been a misunderstanding," he finally managed to say, the words tangled with awkwardness. "I—I believe the proposal came from... from my brother, Jason." His voice cracked ever so slightly. "He was the one who—uh... made the offer, Your Grace."

A long pause followed.

Viserys furrowed his brow. "Jason?" The king scratched his chin. "Are you certain, Lord Tyland?"

Tyland’s face was burning now. "Yes, Your Grace," he said, wishing more than anything that the floor would open up and swallow him whole. "My twin... Jason, Lord of Casterly Rock, he... he made the proposal."

The silence was so thick that Tyland swore he could hear the soft rustling of Lord Jasper's cloak as the man shifted slightly in his chair, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Viserys blinked in surprise, then turned to Otto. "Did Jason propose this match?"

Otto, ever the diplomat, cleared his throat. "It would seem there has been... a minor miscommunication, Your Grace," he said smoothly, as though this entire scenario wasn’t spiraling into absurdity by the second. "But the intentions of House Lannister are clear, regardless of which brother made the proposal. I’m sure Lord Tyland is honored."

Tyland gave a tight-lipped smile that felt more like a grimace. He could almost hear his brother's laughter in his head. Jason would have a field day with this.

Viserys, still looking mildly perplexed, turned back to Tyland. "So... you do accept the match, yes?"

Tyland swallowed hard. This was it. If he didn’t speak carefully now, he could offend the crown—something no Lannister could afford. "I do, Your Grace," he said quickly, his voice betraying the slightest edge of panic. "I am honored, deeply honored, by your choice. I thank you... and House Lannister thanks you."

Internally, he was screaming. How in the seven hells do I explain this to Jason?

Viserys, oblivious to Tyland’s inner turmoil, clapped his hands together. "Good! Good. It is settled then." He smiled broadly, the earlier tension gone from his face. "We shall celebrate your betrothal after the hunt."

The lords murmured their congratulations to Tyland, who nodded stiffly, his mind a chaotic mess. Lyman Beesbury offered a clumsy clap on the back, while Lord Wylde smirked as if enjoying the whole affair a little too much. Tyland just sat there, smiling weakly, all the while contemplating whether he should flee to Essos before his twin got wind of this disaster.

Otto Hightower, as they began to disperse, leaned close to Tyland with a faint conspiratorial smile. "I'm sure Jason will understand," he whispered.

Tyland only nodded, his stomach sinking. Jason was going to kill him.

The morning sun cast warming rays over the sprawling procession as it prepared to leave the Red Keep. The royal carriages stood ready, gleaming in the early light, banners fluttering proudly in the breeze. Nobles and servants alike bustled about, finalizing the last details before the royal family set off for the Kingswood.

Tyland Lannister sat astride his horse with the other lords, stiff and silent, barely able to glance at the royal carriage where you sat alongside the king, Queen Alicent, Rhaenyra, and little Aegon. He could hear the soft cooing of the babe through the hum of voices and the clattering of hooves, and it made his stomach twist. He imagined you sitting there, likely still reeling from the news that had been thrust upon you as suddenly as it had upon him.

Tyland’s mind was a whirlpool of panic and regret. How did she react? He’d barely slept the night before, tossing and turning as he tried to picture your face when Viserys announced the betrothal. You were gentle, far more timid than your older sister, Rhaenyra, whose fiery temper and sharp tongue were infamous. But that gentleness... he imagined it must have made the news hit even harder.

He winced, recalling his awkward, fumbling response during the small council meeting. How could he explain to you that this marriage was never meant for him? That his idiot brother Jason had been the one to propose it? Oh, gods, Jason... He suppressed a groan, the thought of his twin's arrival at the hunting grounds filling him with dread. Jason would have questions—far too many questions—and worse, he'd find the entire situation hilarious.

Tyland could already picture his brother swaggering into the royal encampment, grinning like a fox in a henhouse. "So," Jason would say, clapping him on the shoulder with that irritating smirk of his. "You’ve snagged the princess, have you? Quite the achievement, little brother." Tyland could almost feel the sting of that teasing tone. And what could he possibly say to defend himself? "No, Jason, you were supposed to marry her!" Yes, that would go over splendidly.

He shifted uncomfortably in his saddle, trying not to think about it. But it was impossible. The royal carriage, though barely visible through the dust of the departing procession, was like a weight on his chest. You were inside it, no doubt feeling as bewildered and blindsided as he did. Tyland wondered if you had spoken about it with Rhaenyra yet. Surely, your older sister must have had something to say.

The idea of Rhaenyra’s reaction made him shudder. She wasn’t one to take lightly any news concerning her family, least of all something like this. He could imagine her sharp eyes narrowing as she turned to you, her lips pursed in that stern, protective way. Maybe she had comforted you, maybe she had raged at the unfairness of it all, or worse—maybe she had decided to direct that fiery rage at him, as though he had schemed this entire thing.

The thought of facing Rhaenyra was nearly as terrifying as facing Jason. Seven hells, what have I gotten myself into? he thought, rubbing his temple. He forced himself to stare at the road ahead, the thick woods of the Kingswood just beginning to loom in the distance, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the thought of you in that carriage, the weight of the betrothal hanging over your head just as heavily as it did his.

“Are you well, Lord Tyland?” came a voice from his left.

Tyland jumped, startled out of his thoughts, and found himself looking at Lord Lyman Beesbury, who was eyeing him with concern. He managed a weak smile. “Perfectly well, my lord,” he lied, his voice sounding a touch too high-pitched.

Lyman raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but too polite to press the matter. “You seem... distracted.”

Tyland swallowed hard, forcing another smile. “Just... thinking about the hunt,” he said, though the thought of hunting was the furthest thing from his mind.

Beesbury nodded, though his expression remained curious. "Ah, yes. It will be quite the affair, I imagine. His Grace has spared no expense for Aegon’s nameday."

Tyland nodded absently, his gaze once again drawn toward the royal carriage, which had just begun to rumble forward. Inside, he knew you were seated with your family, no doubt preparing yourself for the days ahead, much like he was—except your thoughts were probably filled with confusion, maybe even disappointment.

Does she think I wanted this? The question gnawed at him. You barely knew him, after all, and yet here you were, betrothed to him. How could you not think that he had somehow maneuvered this?

His thoughts spiraled as the procession continued. The royal party’s banners fluttered in the wind, the road ahead long and winding. What am I going to say to her when we reach the Kingswood? he wondered desperately. What am I going to say to Jason?

The answers, much like the distant woods, seemed far out of reach.

Inside the royal carriage, the atmosphere was heavier, despite the sunlight streaming through the windows and the soft clatter of wheels beneath them. Rhaenyra sat rigid on one side, arms crossed tightly across her chest, her gaze pointedly fixed anywhere but on her father. The air around her practically crackled with silent fury, and her refusal to even look at Viserys was as loud as any argument could have been.

You shifted awkwardly next to her, caught between the simmering storm of your sister’s silent rage and the equally uncomfortable presence of your father, who was trying, and failing, to engage in casual conversation. Aegon’s gurgles and giggles echoed through the tense silence, blissfully unaware of the drama swirling around him.

Viserys sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair, his earlier enthusiasm about the betrothal announcement clearly dwindling. "Come now, Rhaenyra," he ventured after a long pause, his voice far too cheerful for the current mood. "This will strengthen the realm, and a marriage with House Lannister—"

Rhaenyra cut him off with a sharp exhale through her nose, still refusing to look at him. Her eyes remained focused out the window, as though the trees of the Kingswood held far more interest than anything her father could possibly say. Her jaw was set, and you could tell from the rigid line of her shoulders that she wasn’t about to let this go. Not soon, anyway.

Next to Viserys, Alicent shifted uncomfortably, caught in the crossfire. She glanced between the two of them, clearly trying to think of something to say that might ease the tension, but wisely choosing silence for now. Even baby Aegon, cradled in her arms, seemed to sense the discomfort in the carriage, looking up at his mother with wide, curious eyes.

You, sitting beside Rhaenyra, felt the pressure in the air like a weight on your chest. Rhaenyra hadn’t spoken to you directly about it yet, but you knew how she must be feeling. You had felt the same when your father first told you the news, dropping the bombshell without so much as a whisper of warning. A Lannister. Of all the houses, it had to be a Lannister.

Rhaenyra shifted slightly, still staring out the window, and muttered under her breath, “Without even asking us.”

Viserys, pretending not to hear the pointed comment, tried again, his voice growing more strained. “Y/N, you understand, don’t you? This is important for the stability of the realm—”

You blinked, caught off guard, and glanced at him. “I... yes, Father,” you said, but it was clear from the way your voice trailed off that you weren’t entirely convinced. You felt Rhaenyra’s eyes shift slightly toward you, just a flicker of movement, but she said nothing, letting her silence speak volumes.

Viserys, ever the optimist, took your weak response as a victory. “See, Rhaenyra? Your sister understands. This will bring us closer to the Westerlands, secure alliances—”

“She’s being polite,” Rhaenyra muttered, this time louder, her tone dripping with disdain. “Unlike you.”

Alicent’s eyes widened, clearly realizing this was about to escalate. She glanced at you apologetically, and you offered her a small, awkward smile in return. Alicent had always been caught in the middle of these family squabbles, trying to mediate between a stubborn king and an even more stubborn princess. Today was no different.

Viserys huffed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “What would you have me do, Rhaenyra? Ignore the future of the realm because you don’t like the idea of a Lannister wedding?”

Rhaenyra finally turned to look at him, her eyes blazing. “A Lannister?” she repeated, her voice tight with anger. “You betrothed my sister to a Lannister without even consulting either of us. How could you, Father? This isn’t a decision you can make lightly!”

Alicent, ever the peacekeeper, finally spoke up, her voice soft but firm. “Your father is trying to do what’s best for the realm, Rhaenyra. He—”

Rhaenyra scoffed, cutting her off. “Best for the realm?” She turned her gaze back out the window, as if the conversation was already over. “Or best for his pride?”

You shifted uncomfortably once again, wishing there was a way to disappear into the cushions of the carriage. This was exactly the kind of situation you had been dreading since the news of your betrothal broke. It was one thing to feel unsure about it yourself, but having to sit through this battle between your father and sister made it even worse. You felt like a pawn in some larger game, a game you hadn’t even been asked to join.

Aegon chose this moment to gurgle loudly, drawing everyone’s attention for a brief, blessed moment of distraction. Alicent cooed at him, her expression softening. “See?” she said, with a forced brightness. “Aegon isn’t concerned with any of this. Perhaps we could all take a lesson from him.”

Viserys looked at his son and smiled, though it was clear his heart wasn’t fully in it. “Yes, yes,” he said, reaching over to pat the boy’s head. “Aegon knows what’s important—family.”

Rhaenyra shot him a sharp look. “You didn’t seem to think family was important when you made this decision,” she muttered under her breath.

Viserys sighed again, looking utterly defeated. He sank back into his seat, rubbing his temples. “I am doing what I must,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.

You stared at your lap, feeling the weight of their words pressing down on you. As much as you wanted to believe that this marriage would bring stability, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being swept along by a current you had no control over. Rhaenyra’s anger made sense, but what could you do? You were in this now, whether you liked it or not.

Alicent, catching your eye, gave you a small, encouraging smile, as if to say this too shall pass. But even she looked unsure.

The royal encampment in the Kingswood was nothing short of a spectacle. Pennants fluttered in the autumn breeze, and the smell of roasting meats filled the air. Courtiers and nobles mingled around the large tents, dressed in their finest hunting garb, though there wasn’t much hunting to be done—at least not yet. The festivities had only just begun, and the real event would come after the revelry. For now, it was a grand social affair, with the royal family at the center of it all.

Tyland Lannister sat stiffly by the fire, his goblet untouched in his hand. His mind was elsewhere—mainly on the royal tent a few paces away, where his twin brother was sure to arrive any moment. He could already feel the headache forming.

He didn’t have to wait long.

Jason Lannister’s arrival was as grand as ever, a striking figure atop his white stallion, wearing a tunic embroidered with gold lions. He rode into the camp with the kind of swagger only a Lannister could pull off. As he dismounted and handed the reins to a servant, his eyes scanned the encampment, and it didn’t take him long to spot the king. But before Jason moved toward Viserys, his gaze found Tyland, and a smirk crept across his face.

Oh no, Tyland thought, his stomach tightening. He straightened his back, trying to look composed, but every muscle in his body tensed as Jason made his way toward the king.

Jason approached with an air of casual arrogance, though there was something almost offended in his eyes, as if he had been personally slighted by the news he had received on the road. But, of course, knowing Jason, there was a glint of amusement there as well.

“Your Grace,” Jason began smoothly, giving a deep bow as he stood before Viserys and Otto Hightower. “It is an honor, as always, to serve the crown.” He paused, his eyes flicking briefly to Tyland, who sat motionless near the fire. “Though I must say, I’ve had some... interesting news on my journey here.”

Viserys raised an eyebrow, glancing at Otto before returning his gaze to Jason. “Interesting news?”

Jason nodded, his smile as sharp as a lion’s bite. “Yes, Your Grace. It seems there’s been a bit of a... misunderstanding.” His eyes darted toward Tyland again, and Tyland felt the heat rising to his face. “I had petitioned for the hand of your eldest daughter, Princess Rhaenyra.”

A murmur rippled through the nearby nobles, and Tyland could feel the blood drain from his face. Oh no, oh gods...

Viserys blinked in confusion, then turned to Otto. “Is this true?”

Otto, standing tall with his hands clasped behind his back, didn’t flinch. “Lord Jason did make such a proposal,” he said smoothly, his voice calm and even. “However, after careful consideration, I advised Your Grace that it would be more advantageous to secure a marriage with your younger daughter, Princess Y/N.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly incredulous. “More advantageous?” There was a note of disbelief in his voice, but beneath it was a flicker of amusement. “My dear brother is an excellent match, I’m sure.” He shot a wicked grin at Tyland, who was doing everything in his power not to sink into the ground.

Viserys looked between Otto and Jason, clearly perplexed. “But Jason petitioned for Rhaenyra’s hand?”

Otto inclined his head. “Indeed, Your Grace. However, after further discussion with other advisors, it became clear that a match between Lord Tyland and Princess Y/N would bring greater stability to the realm.” His voice had that careful, measured tone that made it sound like he was stating facts as obvious as the sky being blue.

Jason’s smirk widened, though there was still an edge of irritation beneath the humor. “So, my brother has been... elevated in my place?” He placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense. “I had no idea Tyland’s charms were so irresistible to royalty.”

Tyland, at this point, wanted to disappear. He could feel every eye in the camp on him, and the weight of his brother’s teasing was almost unbearable. He shot a desperate look at Viserys, as if pleading for the king to make this end.

Viserys, however, seemed more confused than anything. “Is this really such a matter of importance?” he asked, looking to Otto again. “Jason is Lord of Casterly Rock. Wouldn’t his proposal be...?”

Otto cut him off smoothly, “Your Grace, Tyland is a far more suitable match for Princess Y/N. His position within the court, his skills in administration... not to mention, he is already in King’s Landing, closer to your family.”

Jason made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff. “Ah, yes. Tyland. Always the practical choice.”

Tyland clenched his jaw, finally finding his voice. “Jason,” he said through gritted teeth, “this is not the time.”

“Oh, I think it’s exactly the time, brother,” Jason responded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “After all, it’s not every day one finds out their younger brother has been handed the match of a lifetime.”

Viserys, growing tired of the back-and-forth, sighed and looked between the brothers. “Enough of this. The decision has been made, and it is final. I will not have squabbling over who is the better match.” His gaze settled on Jason. “You will respect the crown’s decision, Lord Jason.”

Jason bowed, his expression a perfect mask of decorum, though the twinkle in his eye remained. “Of course, Your Grace. I meant no offense. I only wished to clarify the misunderstanding.” He shot one last look at Tyland, his lips quirking into a grin. “I look forward to celebrating with my dear brother and his future bride.”

Tyland sank a little lower in his seat, his face burning. This was going to be a long celebration.

Tyland Lannister stood at the edge of the encampment, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd of nobles and courtiers, all caught up in the revelry of the hunt and the feast. He should have been mingling, perhaps engaging in light conversation or discussing the finer points of falconry. But no, his mind was preoccupied with a far more daunting task.

There you were, standing with your sister, Rhaenyra, by the fire, your head tilted slightly as she whispered something to you. The sight of the two of you together—especially together—was enough to send a shiver down Tyland’s spine. You, the timid younger daughter of the king, and Rhaenyra, the fierce dragon who never backed down from a fight. It was a terrifying combination, particularly for a man who was about to approach you for the first time since your betrothal had been announced.

The thought alone made him wish for a quick escape. Perhaps he could just... disappear into the woods. Yes, a hunting accident, perhaps? But no. He was a Lannister, and Lannisters did not flee from their responsibilities. Well, most of the time. With a deep breath, he steeled himself. You have faced worse, Tyland, he thought, although nothing immediately came to mind.

With all the courage he could muster—and a good dose of Lannister pride—he began the slow, excruciating walk toward you and your sister. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the very ground were trying to hold him back. His mind raced with what he might say, how he might begin this conversation without making a complete fool of himself. After all, he wasn’t exactly known for his charm like Jason. Gods, what he wouldn’t give to be able to send Jason in his place right now.

As he approached, Rhaenyra’s sharp eyes flicked to him immediately. Of course. She always noticed everything. Her gaze hardened, lips pressing into a thin line, and Tyland’s heart sank. This was a mistake. But he was already here, and it was too late to turn back now.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t noticed him yet, and for that brief moment, Tyland could breathe. You seemed at ease, standing beside your sister with a soft, thoughtful expression, your hands gently clasped in front of you. There was a gentleness about you that made this whole situation feel even more precarious. How was he supposed to talk to you about this betrothal when even he barely understood how it had happened?

“Princess Y/N, Princess Rhaenyra,” he greeted with a bow, hoping his voice didn’t tremble too much. He could feel Rhaenyra’s eyes boring into him, a silent warning already in place. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or run for his life.

Rhaenyra said nothing, only narrowing her gaze as if daring him to say the wrong thing. You, however, looked up at him, surprised but polite, offering a small, uncertain smile. “Lord Tyland,” you said softly, your voice as gentle as ever. “It’s good to see you.”

Tyland managed a tight smile in return, though he could feel his nerves jangling in his chest. “The pleasure is mine, Princess Y/N.” He hesitated, glancing at Rhaenyra, who stood like a dragon guarding her treasure. Right. Just get on with it.

He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. “I... I thought it might be good for us to speak,” he began, shifting awkwardly. “Given... well, the recent developments.” His words trailed off into an awkward silence, and he resisted the urge to cringe at how clumsy it all sounded.

You blinked at him, clearly unsure of what to say. Rhaenyra, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow, her arms crossed over her chest. “Developments?” she repeated, her tone dry and sharp as a blade. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

Tyland’s mouth went dry. This was exactly the kind of situation he had feared. He glanced at you, then back at Rhaenyra, who was watching him like a hawk ready to swoop down and rip him to shreds. “Yes,” he said, forcing himself to meet her gaze. “I thought it important that Princess Y/N and I... discuss our future.”

Rhaenyra’s lips twitched into something resembling a smirk, but there was no humor in it. “Discuss, yes. I’m sure you have a great deal to say about how this arrangement came about.”

Tyland swallowed hard, feeling the sweat prickling at the back of his neck. He tried not to let his eyes dart around for an escape route. Instead, he turned to you, his voice a little more steady this time. “Princess Y/N, I want to apologize,” he said sincerely, ignoring the way Rhaenyra’s expression darkened at the word apologize. “This... this was not something I expected either. I understand if you’re upset—”

Before he could finish, Rhaenyra interrupted. “Upset?” she echoed, a dangerous edge in her voice. “That’s putting it mildly.”

You, sensing the growing tension between your sister and Tyland, gently touched Rhaenyra’s arm. “Rhaenyra,” you said softly, giving her a small smile. “I’m sure Lord Tyland means well.”

Rhaenyra exhaled sharply but didn’t argue. Instead, she stepped back slightly, allowing you and Tyland some space, though she still stood close enough to pounce if she felt it necessary.

Tyland took a deep breath, grateful for the momentary reprieve. He looked at you again, his expression softening. “I don’t want you to think I... planned any of this,” he said carefully. “In truth, it was... well, a surprise to me as well. My brother Jason, he was the one who initially... I mean, the proposal wasn’t...”

He was babbling now, and he could see Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowing with impatience. You, however, listened quietly, your expression thoughtful. “I understand,” you said gently. “I don’t think this was your doing, Lord Tyland.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Thank you,” he said, his relief evident. “I... I only want what’s best for you, Princess Y/N.” He paused, feeling awkward again under Rhaenyra’s scrutiny. “Whatever that may be.”

You smiled softly at him, though there was still a hint of uncertainty in your eyes. “I suppose we’ll figure that out together.”

Tyland nodded, his chest loosening just a little. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as disastrous as he’d feared. At least, not entirely. Of course, the sound of Jason’s laughter, still echoing in the distance, suggested that his troubles were far from over. But for now, he could count this small conversation as a victory.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Feb 17th

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1. Hi! I'm trying to find two fics

A) The first one has a scene where wei wuxian and lan wangji meet on the roof during their first meeting and then go to the jingshi. It's either a time travel fic or soulmate au I think (less sure about this partas I could be mixing up fics but I think there was a point where jiang cheng asks where his brother was last night and he replies honestly but jiang cheng doesn't believe him)

B) and the second one was a fic where wei wuxian and lan wangji were penpals before they met at the cloud recess set in canon era

Please help 😭 I'm going crazy

Hi! I'm #1 in Feb 17th ff! B is correct but I'm not sure about A I think they both stayed all night in the jingshi but I could be wrong :/

1A)

NOT FOUND! We Can See a New Start by preciousbunnynoiz (M, 127k, WangXian, XiCheng, XuanLi, MingYao, Soulmates, Time Travel Fix-It, Biting, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, but mentally they are adults, Making Out, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Happy Ending, PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Supportive LWJ, Communication, Soul Bond, Blood, Found Family, Parent-Child Relationship, aromantic JC, Lesbian WQ, Queerplatonic Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Disassociate episodes, disassociating, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Depression, Delusions, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Attempted Sexual Assault, Therapy, Supportive JC, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Family Feels, Implied/Referenced Torture, Revenge, Self-Sacrifice, Accidental Bonding, Brotherly Bonding)

FOUND! Time and Time Again by Jammingjackelopes (M, 115k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Husbands, Established Relationship, Temporary Character Death, BAMF LWJ, Consensual Kink, Time Travel, Domestic Fluff)

FOUND! 🧡 built by the fires of volcanoes by isabilightwood (T, 26k, wangxian, time travel, crack treated seriously, canon divergence, fluff & humor) It's kind of hilarious, and the running gag is that wwx shamelessly always sleeps in the jingshi with lwj (I mean, as far as THEY are concerned, they've been married for years) but jc's denial is strong, and he insists on not believing where wwx spent the night.

1B)

FOUND!🔒Epistolary by beeswaxing (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Epistolary, Pre-Canon)

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2. hello! i’m looking for this fic i read a while back, but wwx and lwj went night hunting and wwx got cursed and turned into a female, and lwj doesn’t wanna do everyday and wwx doesn’t understand and then they finally do and wwx ends up pregnant while a female and then after giving birth is still female and in the end they go back to where it first happened after everything to give thanks to having been given a chance to have a child.

thank you for all you do! @dxsktodxwn

FOUND? In Sickness and In Health (And In Strange and Unexpected Times Too) by purplemonster (E, 28k, WangXian, Fem! WWX, Mpreg, well technically not mpreg since he's a woman Fluff and Smut)

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3. Hello again! I have another ask for the fic finder. I can’t remember all the points in the story but I know at one point Wei WuXian was out when he came across Jin Ling’s dog Fairy that had fallen in a trap set up by other Jin Sect members who liked to bully and pick on Jin Ling. Fairy’s hurt and Wei WuXian gets down into the trap too. Fairy makes the situation easier for Wei WuXian by not making sudden movements. Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, who are out looking for Fairy, are led by Wei WuXian’s paper man to where Fairy fell. Then Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian lift Fairy out of the trap together. This is not the focal point of this fic but it is a memorable scene. Thanks in advance! @jikcf

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4. Hiii! I don't really remember a lot about this fic. I just know that in a celebration, I think, someone Spike the Lan's tea, and the left LZ unattended. He did something and it caused some misunderstanding. Plssss help me find this fic T^T! Thank you!!!

FOUND? 🧡 The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 51k, WangXian, NieLan, Misunderstandings, Plots, protective Jiang siblings, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Damn Jins, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Burial Mounds, Potential for M-Preg, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots Everywhere, LWJ's Biting Kink, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective WQ, Protective JYL)

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5. hello im looking for a fic where lxc visits lotus pier while everyone is having dinner(?) and wwx is wondering why everyone is kinda hostile towards lxc. and someone, maybe jc, says lxc killed wwx at nightless city. i appreciate any help finding this fic!

FOUND? 🔒❤️ kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst, [Podfic] kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by contributor-sky (deepestbluesky), esbielle was also here (esbielle), glittercracker, GodOfLaundryBaskets, jellyfishfire, kisahawklin, Koontyme, Rionaa, semperfiona)) 5 might be Kick at the Darkness 'Til it Bleeds Daylight. The scene described is towards the very end of the fic

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6. Hi! I’ve discovered so many lovely fics through this blog, I really appreciate it! I was hoping you all could help me find a fanfic that I’ve been having trouble locating.

After the Qiongqi prison camp break out, LWJ finds WWX and the Wens on the road, and takes them to Gusu. Most of the Wen are hidden in Caiyi town, bc the citizens of Caiyi town love and trust their Second Jade of Lan and are willing to take in and shelter people at his request. Wen Qing is hidden in the women’s portion of Cloud Recesses. WWX may have been in the Jingshi with LWJ? They exist there, quite peaceably for weeks, with no issues, I think?

Meanwhile, Lanling Jin has put about the WWX and his escaped Wen cultivators have been roaming around the countryside attacking villages with, uh, probably actually attacked villages and deaths to back that story up. LXC has been in Lanling this entire time, I don’t recall what he was doing. On his return to Cloud Recesses, he discovers that WWX and Co have been comfortably ensconced there since the breakout and couldn’t have committed any of the attacks the Jin have blamed on them.

Aaand, that’s about what I remember. I’d really appreciate any suggestions anyone thinks might be it or similar fics. thank you!

FOUND? 💙 Paths untaken by apathyinreverie (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, canon divergence, fix-it, fluff, not cultivation world friendly, smitten LWJ)

FOUND? 🧡 Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 48k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions) is probably not because the beginning is completely different, but it similarly has the wens in caiyi and some other parts sound similar!

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7. Hello! I just wanna know a fanfic where lan shizui was adopted by lan wangji because wei ying was in a hospital after the burnt house of the wen, I think he was kicked out of the jiangs but after getting kicked the jiangs wanted him back again after calming down but he said no because he lived with the wens now so back to the point wei ying was in a hospital for many years (comatose?) and lan shizui was confused who was in the photo on lan wangji bedroom (he forgot his childhood) and he took the frame and Jin ling saw it and recognized it and so on and forth (please help me) @lanwuxian0725

FOUND? Good Little Rabbit, Open The Door by ElopeToTheSea (G, 33k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff and Angst, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Adopted Children, Family Angst, Lullabies)

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8. hello again! I'm looking for a fic that is incomplete (or was when i read it). It takes place during WWX's growing up with the Jiangs. There is an emperor who is a young boy. He meets with the clans every year for tax purposes and for the clans to report how many yao they've killed, etc. WWX goes on a long journey to find/make his spiritual sword? He makes friends with a general in the emperor's army, I think. Thanks for your help! @classygreydove

FOUND! ❤️A Burning Cold by MountainRose (G, 29k, Chronic Illness, Pre-Canon, Nirvana in Fire Fusion, Character Study, Wen Bullshit, Snow Beetle Poison) The general was from Nirvana in Fire (I think), but it's not a complete crossover so it wasn't losted in the fandoms. If it is this one, thank Mojo for including it on the rec blog!

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9. Hello !! I've been searching for a fic where WWX is staying at the Jingshi (at some point he makes a lotus pond, and I believe he might've had a garden). He thinks he's unwelcome, and that LWJ is just keeping him around bc he feels obligated. The juniors know LWJ is head-over-heels for WWX & scheme to get them to confess to each other (resulting in disastrous consequences). I also remember LSZ eating with them in the Jinshi at some point. @blundering-owl

FOUND? call me home and I'll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy... and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX) sounds somewhat like call me home and I'll build you a throne

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10. For fic finder, please! I am looking for a war prize/arranged marriage au where LWJ is given to the Yiling Laozu. The sects think of YLLZ as an evil terror and so LWJ is scared of him at the start. The plot point that I remember is that LWJ isn’t allowed to send letters or something, so after a few months without hearing from him LXC assumes his brother has been killed and he shows up to plead with the YLLZ to take his brother’s body home. WY invites him inside and LXC sees LWJ is actually fine. I don't think WY lets the brothers speak/meet, they can only see each other from across the hall. But after that WY lets them send letters. Thank you in advance for any fics you can point me to!

FOUND? 💖🔒 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, the inherent eroticism of the forehead ribbon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, neither wwx nor lwj want to be Perceived, but sorry kids! it’s gonna happen!, rated E but the the NSFW stuff doesn’t begin until chapter 19!, bottom LWJ in chapter 20 and 27)

FOUND? 山水盆景 (Shānshuǐ Pénjǐng) by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (M, 65k, WangXian, warprize AU, warprize LWJ, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Vers WangXian, Animal Traits, PWP Turned Into All The Plot And Not Enough Porn, Snake Demon Lord WWX, Things are not what they seem, Hand Jobs, Seduction, Found Family, Wedding In The Cloud Recesses, Handfasting In The Cold Spring Cave, Alternate 3Zun, Alternative Sunshot Campaign, Hinted Future LXC/JYL, YZY is a better mother, JYL Is Not A Wilting Wallflower, empowerment, Side-Character Cameos, Rabbit Sanctuary In The Burial Mounds, Cutest Little Bun MXY, Accidental Child Acquisition, Child MXY)

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11. Hi there. Looking for a fanfic where lan wangji saves sect leader nies life by hearing the sabre screaming in pain? Sounds funny but I remember LAN wangji being very attune to sounds.

FOUND? Consequences by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 58k, WangXian, XiSu, XuanLi, Canonical Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Good Uncle LQR, WWX is a Lan, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bad Parents JFM and YZY) I think the scene described in 11 is from chapter 12 of Consequences

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12. Hi there! I’m looking for a fanfic where Wei Wuxian dies. I believe Jiang Cheng kids out he/she has kids and takes them back to Lotus Pier… I don’t remember the whole thing but they are Lan Wangji’s kids. Oh and some point Wei Wuxian is brought back to life? I know there is one similar called “from night to night of you I dream” but I was so sure there was another one… thanks!

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13. Hi, so I have trouble finding a fic I read, it might have been a time travel fix it. The only scene I remember is between Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang, where I think Mingjue is shocked about something Huaisang does and he replies something along the line of " Da-ge if you had died during the war, I would have lead our sect and won the war". I probably didn't halucinate this existing so if anyone remember where this is from, I would be utterly thankful. @creepygirl27

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14. hi im looking for this fic where people who are close to wei ying begin to notice bruises and marks on his body. they assume he's being abused by his boyfriend, lan zhan, and one of his friends or family (can't remember who) confront wei ying about it trying to help him. wei ying laughs and says they're all just sex marks @ashxi-wx

FOUND? (I should’ve known) I always knew by ilip13 (E, 187k, WangXian, WIP, Modern, Misunderstandings, Unreliable Narrator, Unreliable tagging, Sexuality Crisis, Friends to Lovers, First Time, Developing Relationship, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, POV WWX, Please read the author's note for more info, Eventual Happy Ending, Gray-Asexuality, Demisexuality, Masturbation, Dom/sub Undertones, Rape Fantasy, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Homophobia, Rimming, Rough Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Subspace, Subdrop, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Undernegotiated Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Breathplay, Breaking Up & Making Up, Hurt/Comfort, How to kink negotiate without kink negotiation: the extended saga) There is also a scene like it in Incendir's White Flag, but not with family but a healer.

FOUND? Life is Very Long by Vamillepudding (T, 12k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Comedy, Protective JC, Protective JL, Misunderstandings, Oblivious WWX, Protective LWJ)

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15. Does anyone remember a short story where Wangxian were taking the classes you need to to become foster parents and one of their teachers brings up something that upsets Wei Wuxian because the Jiangs never did that for him, and Lan Wangji comforts him. I think it was about being the primary caregiver for that child and the responsibilities inherent to that.

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16. Heyyy. Thank you so much for all the work you do In helping us helpless fans find lost fics.

I wanted to know if you could try and find me the fic where: Wei WuXian is kept captive in the Wen Sect. I think it was like a huge tower or something, I don't think he was ever adopted by Jiang (I think he was and dissappeard). Lan Wangji gets held captive and thrown in the cell of Wei WuXian and they bond even though Wei WuXian gets tortured more the Lan Zhan.

I remember Wei WuXian being a Phoenix (I think) and he always looks up at the sky wanting to be free. Eventually he manages to break Lan Zhan out of the prison and Lan Zhan comes back with back up and swords blazing but Wei WuXian already unleashed his Phoenix powers.

That's what remember.

Thank you so much on advance!!! @thewintersoldier2002

FOUND? a thousand hills, no birds in flight | 千山鳥飛絕 by defractum (nyargles) (E, 26k, WangXian, Mythology, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon adjacent setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)

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17. for the next fic finder: there was a fic where wwx is a jiaoren, living on a lake and meadow being kinda of worshiped by the village where lwj is dealing with a case. i remeber that a'yuan is taken care of by wwx and is human, living in a kind of nest? the last thing that i remember was lwj taking his jiaoren and baby to gusu. unfortunaly i don't remember much

FOUND! The Tainted Waters of Hubei (Come Back with Me to Gusu) by LiJiejie (M, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Jiāorén, Canon Divergence, Hurt WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Canon-Typical Violence, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX is Not Yiling Laozu, Minor Original Character(s), Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Mermaid WWX, Mutual Pining, Soft WangXian, Creature WWX, Adult WangXian, Adult Content)

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18. Hi, I am looking for a fic where Lan Wangji, and maybe also Lan Xichen, turned to stone through a curse. Wei Wuxian was the one who investigated and eventually solved things. I feel like the title was something like "The Jade Curse" or something similar. Thank you for your help!

FOUND! 🧡 moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Ghosts)

If 18 isn't Moonlight Caught in Mutton Fat (both jades are cursed) then here are a couple others I had that mostly fit: NOT FOUND! Frozen by Kaytla (T, 19k, WangXian, curse fic, Case Fic, Getting Together, First Kiss, Fairy Tale, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, Pining LWJ, Light Angst) only LWJ is cursed NOT FOUND! A Curse of a Different Color by nickel710 (G, 35k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Curses, Curse Breaking, Asexual polyamory, Repressed LWJ, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, kinda a sick fic but also kinda not, Drunk LWJ, Falling In Love, WWX Being an Idiot, Bunnies, Non-explicit vomit, just a tiny reference to it, Anxiety) modern, only lwj is cursed

NOT FOUND! The Jade Curse by Tabi_essentially (M, 62k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Angst, Curses, Curse Breaking, Cursed LWJ, Time Travel, Post-Canon, not an au, Other Lives, Soulmates, background implied past XiYao if you squint, Past NieLan, implied 3zun, LXC and WWX friendship, WQ/BSSR, LQR and WWX reconciliation, Good Uncle LQR, ZhuiYi if you squint, Non-Explicit Sex, (WWX/LWJ non explicit sex to be clear, Canon-Typical Violence, Harm to Children, canon typical harm to children, LXC is sort of psychic, LXC / SL friendship, WWX POV, LXC POV, POV Alternating, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Paperman!LWJ)

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19. Hi! For fic finder, please: I am looking for an arranged marriage au where Wei Wuxian married into the Lan clan and for some reason (I think because he was the “wife”) they placed him in the women’s section of the sect compound. The Jiang hadn’t separated by gender so he was used to working alongside women, but the Lan women were a little disturbed by his presence at first. But Wei Wuxian eventually was accepted by them and he started helping out with their tasks, making talismans and the like, and the women really supported him. I can’t remember how the fic ended or what Lan Wangji thought of Wei Wuxian being over there. Would love to read this again if anyone can point me towards it, thank you!

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20. Hello! The fic I’m looking for is an AU, modern setting, and I think? based off a movie? Though i don’t remember which one. LWJ was essentially kidnapped at a young age by the Wens and then “trained” to kill whoever they told him to. He escapes them and stumbles upon WWX. WWX runs a music shop, Wen Ning is very involved, Wen Yuan is a little kid and cared for by WWX. WWX assumes LWJ is just homeless and had a very bad life, ends up taking him in and helping him. Eventually the Wens are beaten and LWJ gets reunited with his brother he hardly remembers and learns how to be human again. I’m so annoyed that I can’t find my bookmark for this anymore lmao

FOUND? Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

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[lev-berryz]

Hedone

Rafayel x Reader

CW: 18+; Prof Rafayel AU; sensory play; smut; oral sex

a/n: this is my first ff, so things might not be labeled right.

“Greek lessons, Professor?” Your heart pounds faster with the implications of private lessons.

“So you can read the original Odyssey.” Rafayel’s words hang in the air. 

You remember the class discussion from the day before. Rafayel, your art history professor, was fascinated by your talk about Ancient Greece and the myths surrounding it.

“Ah, yes. I remember what I said, sir. But why are you offering me lessons?” You avoid his gaze- his azure and rose colored eyes feel like they are boring into you.

“Because I’m fluent and I like your dedication to the Arts.” His soft looking lips turn up to smile at you. “Meet me in my studio, tonight, at 7pm.”

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When you finally arrive at his studio, you’re almost shaking in your boots. Your nerves try to overpower your body before you can finally knock on the door. No answer. You knock again, but still, no answer. You start to doubt yourself. Did you misunderstand? Did you get the time wrong? The third time you knock the door swings open by itself.

“Professor?” You carefully push open the door and walk into the dimly lit studio. Paintings of the ocean are scattered everywhere. “Professor?” You call again. “Are you here?”

“Ah, there’s my favourite student.” Goosebumps spread over your body from his voice, more friendly and energetic than during class. “Come closer, cutie.” You finally find his silhouette sitting at his easel, only his dusty violet hair peeking out from behind the canvas.

“I’m here for the lessons, sir?” Your voice sounds unsteady, even to yourself. “The… uhm… Greek lessons…” You take a step closer.

“Wait there.” You immediately stop in my tracks from his voice. “Do you want boring language lessons? Or…” His voice trails off for a second “A… more hands on experience?”

“Did you just lure me here with language lessons, sir?” You try to sound confident but the cracks in your voice betray your nerves.

“I’ve seen how you look at me, cutie. I’ve even noticed how much your sketches look like me. Now choose.”

You swallow deeply before finally answering.

“I guess… Hands on then… Give me the full Greek immersion.”

You can hear a soft chuckle coming from behind the canvas.

“Turn to your left, cutie. There’s a blindfold there. Put it on.”

You hesitate, but quickly give in. Your hands shake as you fasten the silky fabric around your head. 

“What’s the purpose of this, sir?”

As soon as you lower your hands, you feel a soft touch on your bare arm.

“Erota… Aphrodisia… Do you recognise these words?”

“Desire and Passion, sir. Coming from the gods Eros and Aphrodite.” His sudden breath on your neck makes you weak at the knees.

“Words deeply engraved in Greek culture.” His voice whispers in your ear, soft and sultry.

“Tonight, I will be Eros and you will be my Psyche. I will make you experience a new kind of Hedone.”

Hedone… Pleasure. The word keeps circling in your mind. Your body shudders again when Rafayel starts to softly caress your neck.

You feel him move away again, making you yearn for more of his touch.

“Do not give in to curiosity, Agapi Mou.” You can hear him move around the studio. A click and the last light disappears from under the blindfold. “Agapi Mou… Greek for ‘my love’. Do you trust me, Psyche?”

“Y… yes. I will not remove the blindfold… I will not light a candle. I will trust my husband.”

“Good girl.” You almost collapse when those two words are whispered in your ear. But Rafayel’s strong arms keep me upright. “The winds have guided you to my palace. Tonight I will take care of you.”

His fingers slowly unbutton your shirt and toss it aside. A soft touch lingers on your collarbone before trailing down and unhooking your bra. Each touch sends a jolt through your body.

“Do you feel me, Psyche?” His lips hover over your ear and his tongue flicks out to caress your neck.

“Aaah! Yes!” The low moan escapes before you can stop it.

His lips curve into a smile against your skin as he traces patterns down to your breasts, circling them without touching.

“What about now?” His voice drops lower, becoming almost hypnotic. “Can you feel my touch everywhere?”

Another whimper escapes when he softly blows on your nipple.

Satisfied with your reaction, his fingers continue to trace teasing patterns down to your waist.

“Such a good girl.” He hooks his fingers into the sides of your pants and thong and slowly pulls them down. “Step out.”

You do as he says, barely holding onto my last composure when his touch barely grazes your now bare skin.

“Pro-” A finger stops you from saying more before his lips capture you with a soft kiss.

You can feel his hands on your thighs again, spreading them wider. His touch turns almost unbearably soft as he grazes the inside of your thighs softly, avoiding your center.

“So sensitive, agapi mou.” His lips find your neck again, sucking gently. You can feel his fingers trail back, grazing the skin on your inner knees, almost making you drop again.

“Tickles.” Your voice is hardly above a whisper. He grazes the surface again, making you squirm under his touch, trying to move away.

“Don’t move from your God.” Rafayel’s voice grows more dangerous and husky as he presses you against the wall. 

"Mischievous God, tickling me.” You finally find the confidence to explore his body. Tracing every muscle on his back, trying to memorize them for later sketching.

He grunts and starts to softly tickle your ribs, making you laugh and wiggle again.

“You laugh like a goddess.” His breath is heavy on your neck. “But I’d rather hear you moan.”

Rafayel’s strong hands hook under your legs and carry you to the couch.

“Maybe I can tickle you in another way.” He presses you down on the couch and pulls my legs open wider with his knees. “What do you say, Psyche?”

“Di Imortalis … Yes … please …”

You can feel him smirk at your breathless plea, moving down your body slowly. His tongue traces a feather-light pattern down your stomach. When he reaches your hips, he nips gently, making you jump.

“You’re trembling already. Shall I stop?”

“Mea culpa. Please don’t stop!”

“Wrong language, agapi mou.” His hands dig into your thighs, spreading them open farther.

His tongue continues its slow descent, finally finding your warm core. He licks slowly, teasingly, savoring your taste. One hand moves up to trace circles around your breasts while he keeps teasing you with his tongue. “You taste just like ambrosia.”

You shudder when he finally flicks his tongue against your most sensitive spot. Feeling your response he smiles against your flesh, continuing his slow sensual torture. Licking and sucking with a deliberate pace designed to drive you slowly insane. His fingers pinch and roll your tender peaks.

“Say my name…”

“Rafayel.” 

The moan escapes your lips sounding more like a prayer. He increases the pressure of his tongue slightly, driving you closer to the edge. You gasp loudly when two fingers suddenly enter you and curl inside you. 

“Again…”

“Aah, Rafa-!”

He softly sucks on your clit, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers move faster, deeper. He adds a third one, stretching you softly.

“Louder.” 

He murmurs against your skin, his words reverberating against your clit. Feeling how your body starts to tense he redoubles his efforts. His fingers curling sharply against your sensitive walls as his tongue rapidly flicks over your clit.

“Come for me, Psyche.”

Your final release is so violent that you can’t contain the scream that comes out when you say his name.

He laps up your essence eagerly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He continues to eat you out until you’re fully spent.

Finally, he kisses his way back up your trembling body.

“You are so beautiful, my goddess.” He murmurs, claiming your lips in a gentle kiss.

“Now, shall we continue our language lessons?”

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Tags from @madreemeritus. You know what? I’m not even going to deign this with a full analysis. Sure, Husk has changed. When did I imply he didn’t? I’m saying that if Husk owned Angel, it wouldn’t be a love story. You clearly haven’t considered the full implications of gambling souls, and it shows. If you want to show your whole ass to the internet, don’t do it where I can point out your bullshit. Because I fucking will.

The fandom: Husk must have been the best Overlord out there! He was caring and kind-hearted and nice!

The show: He was fucking horrible, actually. :)

How did so many people come to the same conclusion when the show directly contradicts it? Is it because of his romance with Angel? Is it because they want Husk to be a powerless little meow meow that needs to be saved from Alastor? Is it because of the AUs where Husk owns Angel’s soul, and they still want to have the romance?

He sold his soul to save his power, he was gambling in souls, and it takes two to play a game of cards. Husk was a despicable Overlord, and his thralls breathed a sigh of relief when Alastor took him down, because they no longer had to wonder if they’d be gambled next.

And, while I’m on the topic, those Husk-owns-Angel AUs? What happened to the big bad power dynamic of Overlord-thrall? Is that suddenly out the window?