#angst fic 🌧

[centipede-gutzz]

🃏 COLD COURT [LC JESTER x GN READER]

A/N: sorry, you're going through the horrors this time.

SUMMARY: The Cold Court of Dine is cold and unforgiving, and the Jester is no different. Yet, it could be different for you.

WARNINGS: scenes containing death and violence.

TYPE: fic, gn reader, platonic, angst with comfort from the thing that literally killed your teammates not too long ago.

"Alright, that should be the last of it."

You nod in agreement as your teammate puts down the rubix cubes one of them found in the loot pile. Said teammate, or Orange, sighs in relief. Another successful job in the cold planet, Dine.

Your crew managed to save up a decent amount of money to land here, in hopes of better loot to reach the next quota more efficiently. And for once, it was a mansion! A nice break from the steamy pipes and creaking metal of the railings. And surprisely enough, no casualties were to be had.

The previous run didn't end well. You recall losing one of your mates to a Coil-Head. He didn't react in time when the sound of scattering footsteps quickly approache them from behind, catching him off guard as his head was ejected from his body. Blood stained your suit as you stared down at his corpse, the spring sticking out where his neck once was wobbling around.

It was a gruesome sight to behold. You're lucky the others were there to help you, handing you the loot to escape while they took care of watching the Coil-Head. They managed to escape with you soon after, but you can't stop the guilt from invading your mind. You could've saved him, perhaps if you were faster. It's too late now. As quick as he was gone, a new employee arrived to replace him. The newbie seemed to do just fine, despite being a nervous wreck (you all nicknamed her Yellow, due to her suit color). You can't blame her, this job isn't exactly an everyday choice. This time, you hope that things will turn out differently.

"Woah hey, what the hell is that?!"

Orange's voice breaks you out of your thoughts as you turn your head towards him. He seems on edge, taking a step back as he points to the doorway on the other side of the room. You open your mouth to speak and turn to look at whatever he saw. Before you can even speak, you let out a startled noise at the sight.

It's a jack-in-the-box. The thing is huge, more bigger than any other one you've seen. It has legs too, with a singular arm on its left right below the crank. You quickly activate your scanner to figure out what the weird toy was. A "jester", the words read from your scanner. It certainly didn't look like one, no funny hat or ringing bells to accompany its design.

It just stands there...menacingly. The box slightly moves up and down in an idle manner, as if waiting for something. Your teammates quickly scramble to grab whatever loot they can hold.

"I don't what the hell that is, but I don't think we should stick around to find out," Orange rambles out. You quickly nod, your grip on your items tightening.

As soon as you were all about to leave, the Jester raises its arm to reach for its crank. It begins to crank itself with a steady pace, the song "Pop Goes the Weasel" coming from the box. Dread washes over you as you take a few steps around the box towards the door it came from. The exit shouldn't be too far from here, if your memory serves you correctly.

You call out for your teammates to leave, one of them already making a run for it. You soon follow but quickly turn around to see Yellow staring at the Jester.

Your voices rings through the air as you call out to her, pleading for her to move away from the box. She doesn't move as she responds, "But...what if it's fine? I used to have one of these as a kid, and the most it would do was scare me! Surely it won't be any different, right?"

"IT VERY MUCH COULD BE! We can't stand here forever and risk everything, we gotta move," Orange yells out. He lets out a noise of frustration when she doesn't budge and he puts all of his loot into your hands. He looks at you with a serious, yet sorry look.

"Hey bud, I'm sorry you have to be put in this situation again but we can't lose our stuff. I'm gonna try to get her out of here, but you gotta get this stuff back to the ship. Blue's still there, they should be starting the ship by the time you get there," he says. You shake your head in response. You can't lose another one again! What if something happens again? They've gotten this far, it doesn't have to be this way.

It feels like he can read your thoughts or perhaps noticed your quivering body and panicked breathing as he continues, "I know things shouldn't be like this again, but who knows what happens if we miss quota? Just run, we'll be right behind you!"

He pushes you out of the room and runs to Yellow, tugging at her arm and yelling at her to leave. The song never stops, the speed increasing as time goes on.

It's the same thing again. You feel helpless, once again the last resort. Your grip on the loot falters for a second before turning to run towards where the exit should be. The sound of Pop Goes the Weasel and your teammates voices echo through the halls of the mansion as you run as fast as you can.

What if something happens? Your thoughts quickly begin to swirl, making you come to a halt. The glass of your helmet's visor fogs up as you begin to hyperventilate. You can't be a coward again. There's a reason why you lost your teammate, and maybe even these ones if you just run away. You argue with yourself back and forth, undecided if you should continue to the exit or go back to your mates. Your mind seems to go with the latter, your shaking legs quickly turning around to go back.

As you take a step forward, you feel that something is off. You can barely make out the distant sound of screams, both human and not. Fast and heavy footsteps are heard muffled beyond the hard walls of the mansion, and whatever is causing them doesn't sound friendly. It's too late now, it was always too late for you.

You choke back a sob as you turn to run away from the horrible noises. It doesn't last long, seeing how whatever caused your teammates' deaths is quickly approaching. You go around a few corners that you swear were ones that could lead you out, but you were only met with an empty room. You fall to the floor with tears filling your eyes, items clattering to the side as you clench your fists.

Perhaps this job was never meant for you. Maybe it was all just twisted luck that got you this far. Fate is cruel, and she had much more in store for you. There's no time to play the blame game, the Court Jester is waiting. You face the doorway, face to face with the one who's responsible for your end. The wall touches your back as you make a poor attempt to delay your death and scoot away from the Jester.

It's screaming. Not out loud, nor in pain, but it sounds faint. What was once just a box is now flesh and bone, empty eye sockets staring into your soul. Broken sobs and pleas leave your mouth, wishing for another outcome than this. You and your teammates were nothing but thieves, commoners that trespassed this Cold Court. Perhaps this is for the best. You close your eyes shut and fearfully accept this fate given to you. It's cold and relentless, the fear never-ending. Exhale, and await your shortcoming.

...

.....

...the screaming doesn't stop. Even with your eyes shut, you can feel the Jester looming over you. Somehow, boldness finds its way in your mind as you open your eyes to peer above you. The sight isn't pretty.

It's way too close for comfort, bloody teeth and gore filling your sights. It's surprising that you didn't faint yet. Despite this situation, you can't help but smile weakly. Nervous laughter meets faint screaming as you mumble out a simple greeting. Maybe you truly lost it.

The Jester opens its jaw, blood dripping and landing on your helmet. You wince and extend your arms to protect yourself, whatever that could do. It's probably just toying with its food at this point, how cruel can this thing get?

Apparently, it has other things in mind. You feel yourself being lifted up from the ground. Teeth bites at your suit as the Jester settles you in its mouth, dangling like a bear would catch a fish. One bite, and it's all over. You can't stop shaking in fear, even with the Jester walking out of the room. Its gentle with its hold on you, footsteps thudding against the wood flooring.

How the hell did you end up here? This is not something you ever imagined happening to you. The feeling of flesh squishing against your sides makes you cringe. You bite your lip to stop a noise of complaint, no doubt it could kill you in an instant if you insult it.

It walks through the dark halls perfectly, like it knew the entire layout by heart. You recoil at the sudden bright lights attacking your eyes as you both end up in the main room. It stops nearby the door and settles you down as gentle as it could.

Both of you stare at each other silently, waiting for the other to make a move. This thing killed your friends not a while ago, so why can't you move? Despite the obvious danger levels of the Jester, you find yourself muttering a quiet "thank you".

The Jester twitches, seemingly pleased at your thanks. It lowers its skull towards you and exposes the top, nudging at you against the door. You make a noise of confusion before cautiously raising you hand to pat it softly. You don't feel like testing how sturdy it is compared to your human skull. It quickly raises itself up, bouncing in excitement like a puppy who's horrors is beyond your comprehension. Bits of gore fall from the box from its movement and you try your best not to show your disgust. You wave a small goodbye towards the Jester and quickly exit out the door.

You've never been more excited to hear the crunch of snow beneath your boots. It becomes red from the blood on your suit, but you don't seem to notice. Luck seems to be on your side again, with the Jester being kind enough to let you go. It doesn't feel like the best of fate, but you decide to accept it.

The Cold Court is unrelenting, the snow never stopping for a moment. A kingdom with no king or queen, instead a Jester to take their place. You were blessed to be spared by the faux ruler, the gift of horrible memories containing your teammates screams and cries forever following.

It's cold, and unforgiving.

[quinnysnursery]

♡₊˚  welcome to the nursery!

hihihi! i’m quinny!! i noticed a severe lack of agere (age regression) fics in the sturniolo triplets & jake webber and johnnie guilbert community! so i wanted to help fill the gap :3 requests are open! as always, age regression is NONSEXUAL. it is a COPING MECHANISM, NOT a kink.

♡₊˚  who i write for ! 🍼・₊✧

willing to write any of the following people as either a little or a caregiver!

🦇 johnnie guilbert

❤️ tara yummy

🥀 jake webber

🥤 chris sturniolo

🌟 nick sturniolo

🩹 matt sturniolo

🏒 nathan doe

♡₊˚  what i will write ! 🍼・₊✧

🐑 fluff

🐚 angst

🫧 headcannons & one-shots

🧺 (specific)!reader x ___

♡₊˚  what i WON’T write ! 🍼・₊✧

🌧 anything sexual

🌬 incest/generally anything icky

⛄️ nick sturniolo x female reader (unless platonic !)

 🍦 romantic jake x johnnie

♡₊˚  requests are currently : closed! but inbox is open for chit-chat and small blurbs! 🍼・₊✧

[thatmexisaurusrex]

SamBucky Summer Ficlet Prompts

Thought I'd start a little fun prompt spiel in honor of @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Summer Bingo ending soon 🥰 So, send me an ask with the prompt you'd like me to do and I'll make a ficlet! Reblog if you want to do this too! And you don't have to do a ficlet like me. You can do edits or graphics or art or whatever you want to too 🥰

Vacation

🌊 Beach Day

🌈 Pride Parade

🎫 Long, Separate Vacations

🚣‍♀️ Meanwhile, on the Boat

🥘 Cookout

😎 Summer Camp/Lifeguards AU

✨ Stargazing

🌳 Hiking

Mission

🛏 Only One Bed

🏠 Cabin Fic

🩹 Hurt/Comfort

🕶 Undercover

🌃 Madripoor

✈️ Cap Quartet 2.0/Thunderbolts

🦅 Redwing

🌎 Multiverse

Loving

👑 Royalty/Celebrity AU

🚪 And They Were Just Roommates

💒 Summer Wedding

❤️ Enemies/Friends to Lovers

🚙 Meet-Cute/Meet-Ugly

🌧 Angst with a Happy Ending

🌙 Date Night

☀️ Summer Fling

[ghostofskywalker]

my original clone fics masterlist got too long, so i'm splitting up clones in groups!

Emoji Key:

☀️ - pure fluff

🌧 - pure angst

🌤 - both fluff and angst, but more fluff

🌦 - both fluff and angst, but more angst

👀 - multichapter work that is ongoing

🌲 - multichapter work that is complete

🍄 - platonic/no romantic relationship

✨ - gender neutral reader

🌻 - author favorite

My Main Masterlist || Main Clone Masterlist

Call It Even: one || two 🌤 🌲

He gets a cold 🌤✨

You get a cold 🌤✨

In Your Sights 🌤

Valentines Scheming ☀️

Drunk Crosshair 🌦✨

A Test of Strength ☀️

In The Heat of Battle 🌤✨

Don’t Say I Told You So ☀️

Not Lost, But Not Yet Found 🌦

A Quiet Moment ☀️ ✨

First Life Day ☀️ ✨

Back to School ☀️ 👀

Stop Running From Love 🌤

these fics feature bad batch!echo. for fics that feature 501st!echo, check out my 501st masterlist

Some Things Stay The Same 🌤

Concussions and Cuddling 🌦✨

Bittersweet Memories 🌤✨

Here For You 🌦✨

Drunk Echo ☀️ ✨

Under a Watchful Eye 🌤

Daydreams and Jealousy ☀️

Dreaming of This ☀️ ✨

Time Together ☀️ ✨

A New Look ☀️ ✨

The Bad Batch’s (Successful) Guide to Invoking a Love Confession ☀️

Don’t Deny It 🌤

The Weather Outside is Frightful ☀️✨

What Happens When You Try To Hide Your Relationship From a Highly Trained Clone Unit ☀️✨

He gets jealous 🌤✨

Stubborn Medic 🌤✨

Don’t Wait For The Sky to Clear ☀️✨

Sweet Dreams ☀️✨

What Feels Like Forever 🌤✨

Play It Cool 🌤✨

If Things Can Go Wrong, They Will 🌦✨

Why Serenno Isn’t Exactly The Best Place For a Vacation 🌦✨

Seeing Double ☀️ ✨

A Worthy Opponent ☀️

Twice the Cuddles ☀️ ✨

Something to Cuddle With ☀️

“did you know you talk in your sleep?” ☀️ ✨

Almost Disasters ☀️ ✨

Not Qualified 🌦✨

Comfort, Silence, and Conversations in the Middle Of The Night 🌤 ✨

Nightmare Repellent 🌤✨

Soft Touches 🌤✨

Knight in Plastoid Armor 🌤

Spa Day ☀️ ✨

You Would Have Thought This Heist Would Have Been Slightly More Thought Out, Given The Circumstances ☀️ ✨ 🍄

[writingforcuteppl]

Kenny’s Birthday Week Celebration

Since Kenny’s birthday is within a week I decided to post one fic every day for over a week to celebrate the birthday of my favorite character in South Park!

☀️fluff 🌧angst ❄️smut

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (+18)

Tattoos ❄️

Pop-Tarts ☀️

Like I’m Gonna Lose You ☀️🌧

Sucking Kenny off while he’s playing with the guys ❄️

Secret Identity ☀️

Letting Kenny Free-use You As A Birthday Present Headcanons ❄️

Enchanted (Kenny’s Version) ☀️🌧 - part of the “All Too Well Series”

n a v i g a t i o n

[coltrainbat]

MASTERLIST

✨Masterlist ✨

READ ME BEFORE YOU REQUEST

Please note I don’t write anything that is illegal or borderline inappropriate. This includes sibling smut, adult baby kink (I dont even know what its called), teacherxstudent relationships and anything else I deem off. I also havent been to high school for many years so even if it’s innocent fluff I do not write HS AUs. If you’re unsure just ask! Can even be anon and if you don’t get a reply to your request then it’s a no. I’m fine with Daddy kink and most sex stuff as long as it doesn't cross lines into over infantilising, acting like an actual baby. 

As much as I’d love to sit in my bed all day and write fics... I have a big girl job and answer my requests in order I receive them (lol OCD tings) and I cant start one until the other is done (again sorry OCD tings). So please note there is a 3 week ish turn around for requests at max. And sometimes if I get a good idea I’ll write my own first cause I have to get it out of my head. But if you want updates feel free to message me or I’ll post an update if I get caught up in life! 

I’m always up for a chat and am pretty active on here so you’re welcome to talk to me about whatever, ask questions or just chat! Please note it’s an 18+ account and if you don’t specify that I won’t reply. 

Ty x

Clover ☘️

Dividers from the brilliant @firefly-graphics 💕

Gifs and images are not mine! 

KEY:

☁️ - Fluff 🔥 - Smut/NSFW 🌤 - Platonic 

🌧  - Tear Jerker / Sad

🌪 - Angst

SERIES: 

COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)

Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:

Part 1 -  Meet Cute ☁️

Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:

Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪

Part 2 - your first date. ☁️

Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️

Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):

Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧

Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:

Chris Evans

You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️

All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥

What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥

Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪

Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️

Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️

Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️

Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed.  🔥

Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️

My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️

Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous...  ☁️🌪

Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned.  ☁️🔥

High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️

I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥

Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️

Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️

Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️

Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay  🔥

Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️

Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️

Steve Rogers 

I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥

Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧

Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤 

Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥

Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️

Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧

Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️

Frank Adler 

Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️

Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️

Andy Barber

What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️

Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️

You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️

Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️

Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥

Lloyd Hansen

You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪

Ari Levinson

I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥

Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari.  🔥

Ransom Drysdale

Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥

Liam Hemsworth

Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪

[writing-fanics]

( Jack Dawson x Reader Fic Ideas )

[key 🌧 angst]

unlikely trio : [Jack x F!Reader] x Platonic!Rose

[summary: After saving Rose from falling off the ship. Jack, Rose, and Y/n grow an unlikely bond.

where you go I go : Jack x F!Reader 🌧

[summary: she stared up at Jack as the lifeboat was slowly being lowered into the water. either she stayed on the boat or…]

Imagine: Being Pregnant with Jack’s Child While on the Titanic

Requests for Jack are now open

[bloodhoundluke]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

welcome! here's my masterlist. i hope you enjoy these pieces as much i've enjoyed writing them. as in for now, i'll be writing for luke hemmings. this is supposed to be a safe place for everyone. please keep in mind that the writing here does not represent real people: in other words, these are purely fiction.

REQUESTS: CLOSED

🌸 = fluff

🌧 = angst

❤️‍🔥 = smut

𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

singular blurbs & fics:

birthday shenanigans 🌸 wake me up when september ends 🌸🌧 (songfic) and i love the way you decorate my heart 🌸🌧 (christmas themed) nervous [university au] 🌸🌧 for the love of strange medicine 🌸🌧 lucky 🌸 (sickfic) you, forever 🌧🌸

drunken smiles & fishnet stockings ❤️‍🔥🌸 (halloween themed) hush and kiss me 🌸 (winter themed)

headcanons:

halloween 🌸

instagram blurbs:

pt. 1 ➢ pt. 2 (gf! reader, fc: camila cabello) secrets? ➢ pt. 2 no more secrets (gf! reader, fc: claudia tihan) roses (painter/digital illustrator! reader, fc: sabrina carpenter) ready for those flashing lights (model!reader, fc: alexa demie) i like thursdays (booktuber!reader, fc: steph bohrer)

series:

dress code: baby blue pt. 1: best years 🌸 ⎮ pt.2 (coming)

when facing the things we turn away from (the rest of them are coming) starting line 🌸🌧 ⎮ saigon 🌸🌧 ⎮ motion 🌸🌧 ⎮ place in me 🌧 ⎮ baby blue ⎮ repeat ⎮ mum ⎮ slip away 🌧 ⎮ diamonds ⎮ a beautiful dream ⎮ bloodline ⎮ comedown

updated: 11/2023.

© 2022- bloodhoundluke. everything posted here is original, written by me (unless stated otherwise). so please, do respect my writing pieces and do not post them anywhere without crediting me. and if you want to do so, please contact me first.

& you can find my prompt list here!

++ you can find my 5sos fic recommendations by the tag 'my recommendations'

& the dividers are not mine, they are by @baexywth.

[bunnypansy]

Genshin Impact Films

Rated E = SFW, fluff Rated PG = SFW, angst or h/c Rated M = Mostly SFW, suggestive Rated R = NSFW, sexual content Rated NC-17 = NSFW, dark fic (graphic depictions of sexual acts, violence, drug abuse, ect.)

Monsdadt

❄Kaeya❄

Coming soon...

✴Dainsleif✴

Coming soon...

Liyue

♦ Zhongli ♦

Coming soon...

 𓆙 Baizhu 𓆙

Coming soon...

⚜ Pantalone ⚜

Pantalone NSFW Alphabet (Rated R)

Inazuma

¥ Ayato ¥

Coming soon...

Sumeru

𖧧Al-Haitham𖧧

Coming soon...

🖌 Kaveh 🖌

Coming soon...

+ Dottore +

Coming soon...

Scheznaya

➵ Childe ➵

Coming soon...

Fontaine

🗡Wriothesley🗡

Coming soon...

🌧Neuvillette🌧

Coming soon...

Natlan

⚔ Capitano ⚔

Coming soon...

[belovedstill]

no one more devoted (ao3) tgcf, hualian | ~4k, major character death, angst with an unhappy ending, amnesia, ruoye doing his best

Time and time again, Hua Cheng swore that he was Xie Lian’s most devoted believer. He was right. Then, not even he remained. (aka Hua Cheng is bitten by a monster; it erases Xie Lian from his memory)

written for week 2 prompt: devotion and/or inconstancy of the @multifandommatch event, representing team angst 🌧 beautiful people from my team created bonus works for this fic! thank you to: Sapphie for the Spanish translation, CarCrash for the playlist, Dylan for the formatted pdf , and Ace for the recorded podfic ❤ my team is the best, guys 🥰

It started with absence. One day, unexpectedly, Xie Lian awoke in his Puqi shrine with no Hua Cheng next to him, no barely-legible note left on the table, and no silver butterfly to keep him company in Hua Cheng’s stead. That this hadn’t happened before wasn’t enough to make Xie Lian worried, though.

What unsettled him was this:

The absence went on for days with not a whisper of explanation.

He could not reach the other gods to ask whether they knew something about it.

When he entered Hua Cheng’s spiritual communication array, his voice was met with startled, tense silence, and then he was forcibly shut out. Further attempts were blocked.

After the last one, he hurriedly pulled a set of dice from his sleeves, shook them in the palm of his hand, and threw them on the table. They landed on single dots.

With bated breath, he waited.

Hua Cheng did not appear.

He hurried to the Ghost City, but there, too, Hua Cheng was absent.

The overheard gossip said that some peculiar life-devouring monster encroaching the realms had appeared a while ago and had stirred trouble in Hua Cheng’s territory, even dared to attack the Lord himself, and so the Lord chased after it to teach it a lesson it surely wouldn’t forget.

Just as Xie Lian was becoming more and more worried, the ghosts rejoiced - the City’s Lord had returned!

Hua Cheng strode through the streets towards his manor with a dangerous expression, a fading bite mark on the palm of his hand; without a command, all the ghosts immediately scattered to the sidelines, making way.

Xie Lian breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over, falling into step beside him. He had just parted his lips to ask what had happened, to offer help, when—

“Scram,” Hua Cheng snarled towards him, with only a passing look that froze Xie Lian in his step. There, and then it was gone; Hua Cheng’s pace never even faltered.

It was a single word, a short glance, but in that fleeting moment, Xie Lian understood. The absence, the lonely days, the rejection—

Hua Cheng did not know who Xie Lian was.

The thing about life-devouring monsters was that they fed on the life essence of the living. Ghosts, however, were not alive anymore; the most life they had to offer existed in the source of their most precious memories which most of them had long forgotten, anyway. If such a monster were to attack a ghost, all they would manage to do was sample a feeble memory or two, then perish from hunger if they didn’t look for another prey.

Hua Cheng was not a low-level ghost, however; the most a bite from that monster could do was temporarily lock his memory away.

Hoping that interacting with him would speed up the recovery of Hua Cheng’s memory, Xie Lian decided to show up wherever he got wind of the ghost king’s whereabouts. The mere sight of him seemed to agitate Hua Cheng to the point of reaching for his sabre, though—and for the first time since they had met, Xie Lian tasted the bitterness of being seen as distrustful.

Was it surprising, though? In Hua Cheng’s eyes, Xie Lian was now an unknown cultivator poking his nose where it didn’t belong. He had always been suspicious of anybody who wasn’t Xie Lian; now, he had nobody to trust at all.

With a heavy heart but a resolved mind, Xie Lian returned to the Puqi village and decided to wait.

The bite’s side effects would go away soon.

The first time Xie Lian noticed something about himself was amiss, he was in the middle of sending home a low-level ghost who had escaped into the mortal realm to stir some trouble. The day seemed ordinary and Xie Lian’s borrowed spiritual powers weren’t depleted just yet; however, right as he was reciting the last words of the send-off, a flash of overwhelming, restraining darkness took over his eyes, sudden and long enough to break his concentration.

When he came to, the building was vacant, the ghost had escaped, and he was hunched over on the floor, arms braced against the ground. His heart was racing with exertion.

What… happened?

Did something attack…? Was something hiding, was somebody in there?

When Xie Lian, trembling and covered in cooling sweat, looked around and examined the surroundings with a careful eye, there was nobody there.

Don’t worry.

“I’m not worried, San—”

He broke off his words again and covered it up with a small cough. He patted his wrist. “I’m not worried, Ruoye. You don’t need to worry, either.”

The ghost had still escaped, though.

Ah, what a mess, Xie Lian thought, carefully keeping his words internal as he got back on his still-shaking feet. That’s alright, that’s alright. It can’t be helped. I’ll fix this right away.

But finding the little ghost took no less than three days, and during that time, it wreaked havoc all around the village, spoiling merchants’ produce, turning large patches of soil barren, contaminating the nearby stream… Not only that, but it also sucked some of the locals’ cattle dry of their blood, leaving behind only carcasses and people’s uncertainty about their nearest future.

The people from the village had prayed in his little shrine in the past, asking for favours, small and big alike. Even when Xie Lian could not grant most of them, the people would come back. This time, no struggling local showed up with requests for help even in such dire times.

Had they finally decided I wasn’t dependable? Xie Lian wondered with a sigh on his way back to the Puqi shrine. He hadn’t waited for the villagers to come and ask for his assistance—the ghost’s actions had been his fault in the first place, after all—and he had drained nearly all his remaining spiritual powers to fix the mess until mere crumbs remained. He could not help the spoiled produce, the dead cattle, nor the crops that had already suffered, but he managed to purify the source of the waters and urge unaffected plants to bear fruits much sooner.

It’s just my luck that this happened when San Lang is unavailable, he thought. That ghost wouldn’t have dared bother the villagers if Hua Cheng had been around. His powers wouldn’t be almost gone now, either.

That was fair, however; Xie Lian had gone centuries without an ounce of spiritual power and managed to survive, living the life of a mortal. This time, he could do it, too.

Just as he thought it, one of his legs grew numb and he lost his balance, then stumbled on the even path and fell straight into the thorny sideroad bushes. He tried to get up, but his arms turned weak to the point of numbness. Any struggle on his part made the rough thorns and nimble twigs tangle with his limbs further.

Ruoye loosened around his wrist and brushed against his skin, but as it uncurled, thorns scraped against it and it retreated with a shudder instead, disrupting a lone butterfly perched nearby.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry,” Xie Lian murmured, stroking Ruoye’s trembling body with his thumb. “Just my luck, ah, I’m getting up, see?”

He didn’t regain control of his limbs until long after the sun had set.

As he entered the Puqi shrine, there next to the empty offerings table, leaning against the wall, stood—

“San—!”

He immediately clamped his lips shut. Hua Cheng’s appearance was of the red-clad youth he had met a long time ago. Did he remember? One look at his face told Xie Lian everything he needed to know.

On Hua Cheng’s face, there was a strained, fake smile.

“Daozhang,” he said, his voice as pleasant and smooth as ever, “I believe you have something of mine.”

Xie Lian’s heart sank. His face, however, showed no signs of upset.

Amiably, he asked, “Pray tell, what could it be?”

If Hua Cheng remembered even just a bit of him, even just their first meeting, be it on Mount Yujun or on the Zhongyuan Festival, that fateful ox cart ride among the reds of sunset and maple leaves, he would surely use this moment to tease, so free-spirited he was. But Hua Cheng simply pushed himself away from the wall and approached him, slowly—on guard—and paused several long steps away from him.

“That thing on your neck,” he said with a nod. Xie Lian’s hand instinctively flew to the cursed shackle hidden underneath the white bandage, but Hua Cheng’s eyes flicked to something resting lower. “Where would Daozhang come across something as rare as this?”

Cursed shackles could be considered rare, but Xie Lian knew already that it wasn’t what Hua Cheng was asking about. He looked down and let his hand fall to the ring resting underneath his robes. As his fingers brushed against the delicate chain on the way down, Hua Cheng’s mouth tensed.

“Yes,” he said. “This.”

Xie Lian took a small breath and gently pulled out the ring, letting it rest in the palm of his hand. The dying, flickering candlelight reflected in the smooth edges of the diamond. “It was a gift.”

“From whom.”

It wasn’t a question. The voice still held the impression of politeness, but it sounded sharper.

Still, could Xie Lian ever leave any of Hua Cheng’s honest questions unanswered? He lowered his eyes.

“From you.”

Hua Cheng arched his brow. “Whatever reason.”

“I don’t know. I woke up with it around my neck.”

Oh, his luck… Of course, it had to sound this way—wasn’t that just so convenient? ‘I didn’t steal your special steamed bun, I just so happened to have an identical one in my pocket!’, ‘I didn’t shatter this vase, I turned around for just a moment and when I looked back, it was already in pieces!’. Xie Lian wouldn’t have believed his words himself, either.

“That’s a curious thing to just appear out of the blue in Daozhang’s hands,” Hua Cheng said. He titled his head. “In any case, if it was truly given by me, I have a request.”

For a moment, Xie Lian’s heart stopped.

Please, don’t—

“I ask Daozhang to return it to me.”

Despite the wrappings around his neck, Xie Lian’s skin there felt cold without the steady presence of the delicate chain. Only when it was gone did he realise just how comforting the weight of the crystal ring had been when it used to rest against his heart.

Of course, he gave it back—a ghost’s ashes were a precious thing, meant to be kept safe, protected against dangers lest they be harmed. That Hua Cheng no longer believed him secure, as temporarily as it would be (please, be temporary; please remember), was a different weight that grew heavier and heavier on his shoulders the longer he ruminated on it, but—in the end, it made perfect sense. Had he refused to return the ring, it would only have worsened Hua Cheng’s opinion of him. It was best to part with this treasure.

Once Hua Cheng’s memories returned, he would perhaps see the ring again; that, he chose to believe.

….Please, remember soon.

The days slowly passed by. With nothing to do and nobody to talk to, Xie Lian busied himself with strolling the nearby villages and forests, picking up junk that looked perfectly useful for his little shrine, and foraging the morsels growing between the grasses.

The shrine seemed even more abandoned than before he first moved into it. Everything Hua Cheng had not touched broke or fell apart completely within days of their last meeting.

The stove was too damp to light a fire. When he would try to start a fire outside, any embers would die on a sudden gust of wind or trickle of rain. With nobody to be mindful of feeding properly, Xie Lian simply gave up and munched on the mushrooms, roots, and berries raw. In the past, no matter how bad the food poisoning, it was still easier to handle than hunger, and his cultivator body worked through the side effects faster than a mere mortal’s.

This time, though, when it came, he got inexplicably ill.

Hot. Unbearable. Ache. Cold. Empty. Too full. No more. Is that—swords? Sharp, no—

Wet cloth on his forehead.

San Lang? San Lang—

“Sa… La…?” he mumbled deliriously.

No reply. The cloth disappeared. Silence, then a resounding splash!, near-soundless faraway flutter, water droplets falling into a water bin, wet rag dragged on the floor, and silence, and—

Cool, heavy wet fabric dragged against his arm, then shoulder, then cheek, and slumped heavily on his brow.

With difficulty, he opened his blurry eyes.

Ruoye wiggled slightly back and forth on his skin. Through the friction, a cooler part of Ruoye’s fabric briefly brought a shade of relief.

There was no one else in the shrine.

On the day Xie Lian realised his body refused to lift him from the straw mat, he had to admit that something was very wrong. This had never happened unprompted. In the past, being unable to move his body was caused by any number of unpleasant things—being stabbed and stabbed and stabbed, buried and impaled to the bottom of the coffin, trampled by horses and soldiers alike—but never without a reason. Last night, the most exertion he had gone through had been trying to fix the crumbling wooden beam and a broken wall in the shrine, with no great results anyway.

Hua Cheng’s painting of the shrine god had fallen together with the wall. Of course, he had to fix it.

“Ruoye,” Xie Lian breathed, and the band of white silk uncurled from around his wrist, “help me up? I need just a little pull.”

Ruoye did. With one end still wrapped around Xie Lian’s wrist, it flew deeper into the room and tugged, but only Xie Lian’s arm moved; the rest of him stayed lying.

“A bit more.”

Even when Ruoye curled around Xie Lian’s shoulders and pulled him up til his upper body sat propped up, his head rolled lifelessly to the side.

His eyes fell towards the shrine—he was supposed to continue working on the wall today—when he noticed the painting he had put aside last night.

His pupils shrank.

In the body of the painting, there was a large, ragged hole, impaled through a crumbled shard of the rotten-through wooden beam. It must have broken during the night and fallen apart while he was unconscious.

“No…”

No no no…

His ears started ringing,

If Hua Cheng had been there, he’d definitely have soothed him and said that it was just a painting—Gege, I’ll paint you another one, it’s nothing to be upset about. I’ll give you an even better one this time. Look, I’ll do it right away—

But he wasn’t there. He hadn’t been there for over a month now and it wasn’t—it wasn’t getting easier.

“I’ll fix it,” Xie Lian mumbled to nobody in particular, eyes blurring as he kept them fixed on the last keepsake of San Lang he had in this realm. “I’ll fix it.”

Xie Lian was a patient man, the most patient man—had to learn to be patient over the centuries of his life. He didn’t mind time passing. But this—oh, this was truly too cruel.

He didn’t even notice that Ruoye had gently put him back on the straw mat, his eyes unseeing. All he felt was the white band leaving his body and heard it rustle in the air as it chased some kind of fluttering insect around the room.

A feeling of gaping loneliness filled Xie Lian’s heart. He wanted somebody to— he wished that San Lang would—

He swallowed down the tightness in his throat and closed his eyes.

Staying away this time was really too painful.

…But maybe—as long as he didn’t cause trouble and didn’t make himself known…—maybe he didn’t have to stay away…?

The Ghost City was as loud and chaotic as he remembered it. All around him, the red streets were full of shouting ghostly merchants with their stands full of inhuman produce and peculiar trinkets, but Xie Lian didn’t pay them any mind. His sights were on the Gambler’s Den.

With a sturdy stick in hand to help his balance, he walked through the streets. The crowds wouldn’t disperse and only grew thicker the closer he got to the place in the city he remembered. Fatigue crawled up his legs and arms and he stumbled once—twice—thrice, before Ruoye tapped at his wrist, tightened, and pulled in a direction that was less populated.

Alright, alright, Xie Lian thought with resignation, and let the little spirit guide him away to rest. Only for a moment.

Now that he was here, impatience coursed through his veins. Hua Cheng was probably there, lounging behind the red curtains, half-heartedly listening to the gamblers’ bets and offers and finding their miserable attempts at winning amusing. If he was truly there, Xie Lian could just hide in the crowd and simply take a look, just a glance would be enough. He’d make sure he wasn’t noticed—after all, it wasn’t hard to do at all; these days, no one seemed to pay him any mind.

The little side path Ruoye led him into was deserted enough for Xie Lian to sit down and have a rest, but his companion kept tugging on his wrist and leading him further away. Putting most of his weight on the stick in his hand, Xie Lian followed—

—until, all of a sudden, Ruoye jerked in his hold, froze in the air, and started frantically tugging him in the opposite direction.

Xie Lian frowned and finally looked up. “What is it? Ruoye, what did you—”

But the rest of the question died on his tongue.

Before him, was the Qiandeng Temple of the Ghost City, its doors open and the name of the place which used to be engraved into the stones paving the path towards it—destroyed.

The inside of it was deathly dark, but in the dim, smoky red of the Ghost City lights, Xie Lian noticed—and knew immediately it to be true—the building was completely empty.

Where scrolls upon scrolls of practice lines he wrote himself used to cover the jaded bureau, there was nothing.

Where endless offerings and an incense burner used to be laid out on the altar, there was nothing.

Where thousands of lights used to blanket every corner of the building in golden warmth, there was nothing.

The little air that was stuck in Xie Lian’s chest left his lungs as if it were his very last breath.

This was the temple Hua Cheng had built himself and showed him, bashfully, all that time ago. This was the temple which he had sworn would worship Xie Lian, his god— what god, what god ?— no matter how ‘dirty’ and ‘unworthy’ the place of its location was. This was the temple in which Hua Cheng had lit three thousand lanterns in his name and, lovingly, sent them up into the heavens.

Nothing was left. Everything was gone.

Ruoye tugged at his arm more forcefully.

This time, he let it lead him away.

He’ll remember, he whispered to himself in his thoughts as he took step after numb step away from what used to be a miraculous divine shrine. Soon, he will.

…he will.

In the end, when he tried to sneak into the Gambler’s Den, the same ghosts that usually welcomed him as their lord’s cherished guest sensed him from a mile away and raised an alarm for a suspicious cultivator trespassing on Ghost Realm.

With the light of a single curious silver butterfly flickering in and out of the corner of his eye, he fled.

Hua Cheng didn’t show up again. 

Xie Lian had heard in the past stories about gods forgotten. For many centuries, he had believed himself to be one of them.

He’d never wondered back then why he was still around - weren’t forgotten gods supposed to disappear from the world like dispersed ghosts? What kept him there, more or less alive, coming back and coming back and coming back, still strong enough to keep going even at his weakest?

He knew the answer now—now, that his mortal body was clearly giving out, any leftover or borrowed spiritual powers gone as if they had never been there.

It had all been thanks to Hua Cheng.

How could a single person—a single soul, a single ghost—keep a god alive all those years?

San Lang could.

It was true what people said; one really didn’t know what they had until it was gone.

Xie Lian faded out on a cold autumn night, collapsed against a tree on the outskirts of the nearby forest, an almost empty bag of scraps he’d managed to find that day abandoned on the ground next to him. Under his last breaths, he kept whispering soothing nothings to Ruoye; the silk band quivered under his numb fingertips, tightening, uncurling, shifting and wrapping around his whole body, as if to embrace, as if to support.

As if to keep him together.

It’s alright, Xie Lian thought to his only companion when he could no longer speak, it’s alright. I’ve existed long enough.

The world grew quiet, numb, then blurry as Xie Lian’s senses gave out one after the other. As the night lost any remaining colours, his eyes burned with achingly bright blurred-out silver lights rapidly dancing in his dying vision.

How beautiful, was his last thought, unconscious, delirious as the smallest of the lights fluttered close to his face, distraught, almost brushing against his forehead. Thank goodness for San Lang.

If I only could—

Then, it all went dark, and Xie Lian’s soul dimmed until he was no more.

The silver butterfly found no surface to perch on; as a sudden tremble overtook the world, it shattered into a thousand specks of dust.

There once was a god; a kind god, a merciful god, the only god that mattered. A beloved god.

A forgotten god.

A god who was remembered, but remembered too late.

And there was a believer; a powerful ghost, unyielding, devoted, always searching, always waiting.

They had met once, at the beginning of their lives, and then once more, when fate crossed their paths again. Ominous powers, long since destroyed and made an example of, meddled in fate’s plans and forced the god’s and the ghost’s paths apart, parting them forever.

If his god were to disappear, the ghost had always planned to leave the world with him. After all, without the god, there was no purpose, no meaning, no life. 

…But as there was no banquet in the world that didn’t come to an end, there also was no separation that lasted for eternity.

And so, against his deepest wish to disperse into nothingness—in anguish, in penance, in shame—the ghost held onto the hope in his still heart and waited for his god to come back.

He’s still waiting to this day. They say he uses millions of disguises to walk the world in search of his beloved. The disguises have nothing in common. Some are children, some are men, some are women. Some look rich, some poor.

If you want to spot the real face of the ghost, look for a band of white silk wrapped around his wrist. Don’t approach - both the master and the silk are stained with the blood and resentment of those who have wronged the one they’re looking for. Just let them pass, and search, and wait.

And if the god ever comes back—

Why would he come back? Please, come back.

—tell them.

[blackshadowswriter]

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌/𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍

All fics are Matt x fem!reader fics unless stated otherwise.

Requests: Very much open, send me your ideas!

🤗 = fluff, 💖= hurt/comfort, 🌧 = angst, 🔥 = smut

《 Make It Better 🔥💖🤗

The cramps that plague the female body every month are a curse that only one thing can solve—Matt Murdock's fingers.

《 Save The World 🤗 Matt Murdock + Kamala Khan

The Devil and the Marvel reunite after an unorthodox first meeting.

《 Always Here 🌧💖🤗

Even the Devil gets nightmares sometimes. But you'll always be there to pick up the pieces for him.

《 By Your Side 💖🤗

You have been condemned to your doom (you have cavities that need to be filled), but Matt is always there to valiantly face down that doom with you (holding your hand in the dentist's office).

《 Kneel At The Altar 🔥

The one in which the Devil fucks you at the altar.

《 Destressed 🔥

Matt is stressed out about work, so naturally you do the one thing that helps him unwind. You ride him until he fucks you himself.

《 World Gone Dark 🌧💖

In your world gone dark, Matt is your comforting light.

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AN: Please remember to leave a like, comment, or reblog if you enjoy! They mean so much, and they always make my day! 🥰🖤

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Masterlist 🐳

Hi!! This is where you can find some fics, mostly short. And a little guide - 🌧 angst, 💍 fluff, 🧊 smut. Hope you have fun reading my stuff and feel free to request with a prompt. A like or a reblog would be highly appreciated! 🩵

Scoups

Jeonghan

💍 They Know

Joshua

🌧️💍Flower

Jun

Hoshi

💍 Sweet Thing

Wonwoo

Woozi

The8

Mingyu

🌧️💍 Old Money

DK

🌧️💍Sunshine & Midnights

Seungkwan

Vernon

Dino

I know there's not much right now but you can always go read the letters I've written to them here -> 💌

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Casey Jones Jr Masterlist

Fluff- ☁️

Angst- 🌩

Hurt/Comfort- 🌧

Eventual Fluff- ⛅

Fics

Shapeshifter S/O ☁️

General FtM S/O Dating Headcanons ☁️

First Kiss ☁️

[tellmewhatyouc]

i had a lovely time participating in ficwip's @multifandommatch on team angst! i wanted to compile all my fics for the event and their bonus modifiers in one place ✨

🌧 Week 1: secrets and/or confessions

don't let it slip through your fingers // ordem paranormal: quarantena

Art by sapphiresflame

Polish translation by pyosnka

Playlist by CarCrash

🌧 Week 2: devotion and/or inconstancy

to take the edge off // nu: carnival, rei/quincy

Graphic by reclamation

Spanish translation by FlamaDeZafiro

🌧 Week 3: soulmates and/or strangers

a confusion so thick you forget forgetting // generation loss

Polish translation by pyosnka

🌧 Week 4: innocence and/or experience

you'll notice yourself smiling with delight over things you once paid no attention to // nu: carnival, blade/huey

Art by labrabell

Polish translation by pyosnka

Playlist by CarCrash

Podfic by taurussieben

[bunnypansy]

Twisted Wonderland Films!

Rated E = SFW, fluff Rated PG = SFW, angst or h/c Rated M = Mostly SFW, suggestive content Rated R = NSFW, sexual content Rated NC-17 = NSFW, dark fic (graphic depictions of sexual acts, violence, drug abuse, ect.)

Heartslaybul

♔ Riddle Rosehearts ♔

This is How to Fall in Love With Me! (Rated E) A Fist Amidst The Hands (Rated PG)

♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

SPEAK UP! (Rated E) This is How to Fall in Love With Me! (Rated E) NSFW Alphabet: Trey Clover! (Rated R)

♦ Cater Diamond ♦

This is How to Fall in Love With Me! (Rated E)

♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

Coming soon...

♥️ Ace Trappola ♥️

Coming soon...

Savanaclaw

♕ Leona Kingscholar ♕

SPEAK UP! (Rated E)

🍽 Ruggie Bucci 🍽

Coming soon...

🗡 Jack Howl 🗡

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Octavinelle

🌧 Azul Ashengrotto 🌧

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𓍊𓋼 Jade Leech 𓋼𓍊

Coming soon...

🗲 Floyd Leech 🗲

SPEAK UP! (Rated E) A Fist Amidst The Hands (Rated PG)

Scarabia

☀ Kalim Al-Asim ☀

Coming soon...

𓆙 Jamil Viper 𓆙

Coming soon...

Pomefiore

⚜ Vil Schoenheit ⚜

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➵ Rook Hunt ➵

Unbalanced Diet (Rated NC-17) NSFW Alphabet: Rook Hunt! (Rated R)

❄ Epel Felmier ❄

Coming soon...

Ignihyde

⚠ Idia ⚠

NSFW Alphabet: Idia Shroud! (Rated R)

Diasomnia

🌩 Malleus Draconia 🌩

Coming soon...

⚰ Lilia Vanrouge ⚰

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♞ Silver ♞

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⚔ Sebek Zigvolt ⚔

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Everyone

Idol Au

Pt. 1 (Rated E)

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HiMERU

Fluff - ☀ Angst - 🌧 Top Post - ★

Hiiro Amagi and HiMERU with a S/O who does cute nail art (separate) ☀

HiMERU appreciation (Not a fic)