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wangxianficfinder · 2 months ago

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In the mood for...

Apr 2nd

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1. hi!! i think this falls under ITMF: I was wondering if you may know any fics where the people of Gusu/Gusu Lan watched LWJ grow up and so when WWX come to Cloud Recesses, they watch them fall in love. It can be compliant or divergence.

I’m not sure if this is exactly what they were requesting for 1, but the following fics have people realizing that Lan Zhan and Wei Ying like each other and/or feature family members & friends teasing Lan Zhan about liking Wei Ying during the CR arc:

All According to Plan by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, Cloud recess days, Post-Canon)

forces of attraction by bleuett (M, 20k, WangXian, SongXiao, Romantic Comedy, of sorts, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, au where wwx was raised by BSSR, Idiots in Love, Developing Relationship, Accidental Marriage, Sharing a Bed, everyone's gay uncles sl and xxc, secret matchmaker lxc, Fluff, No War AU, Hand Jobs, lwj's fight flight or fuck instincts, the inherent horniness of sword fighting, Happy Ending)

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

Just Say Yes Series by edenwolfie (T/M, 338k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Good Uncle LQR, Engagement, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It)

Pigtail Pulling by protos_metazu_ison (G, 3k, WangXian, Fluff and Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans)

🔒There’s fire in him (in me) by luckymoonly (M, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, getting together early, No Sunshot Campaign, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Fluff and Smut, Horny Teenagers, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mpreg, Smut (Top LWJ/Bottom WWX), Falling In Love, courting, WWX and NHS are BFF, First Time)

tiny gentians by humancorn (G, 1k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Age Regression/De-Aging, De-Aged WWX, he's like 5, Fluff, Pre-Slash)

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2. Are there any fics where Jiang Cheng actually focuses on Wei Wuxian's mental health and try to help him? That'd be sweet. Please let me and please and thank you😁 @yasssbassss

❤️ For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Canon Divergence, Asexual JC, First Time, Getting Together, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, [Podfic] Cold read of For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by kisahawklin, Для нас обоих (И время лишь бумажная луна) (Russian translation) by nomuad)

I think these might work for 2 (they at least showcase Jiang Cheng’s concern for Wei Ying and helping him as much as he can):

a life without sun by thankgodforpandas (T, 30k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Mutual Pining)

🔒Blur the Edges of Memory by geethr75 (T, 53k, WangXian, JC centric, Good brother JC, Post canon, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, No golden core transfer, Sect Leader WWX, Hopeful Ending, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Hopeful Ending)

if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Fix-It, somewhat of a case fic, Heaven Official’s Blessing inspired gods & ghosts, No Spoilers for Heaven Official’s Blessing, Mild Alcohol Abuse, Mental Health Issues, WWX is not in a great place for a lot of this fic, He Gets Better Though!, this fic is all about learning to give yourself the help you give others tbh, Baby LJY, recovery fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 176k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, Protective LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pining LWJ, WWX in WWX’s Body, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Oblivious WWX, Siblings JC & WWX, Supportive JYL, Protective NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comic Book Science)

A Mother's Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) jc focusing in wwx health, "a mother's love" by FirefliesNLightningBugs on ao3 has partial Golden core (and general poor health) reveal post sunshot and jc being an awkward protective supportive bean

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3. Recommend me to some one sided love, like someone like wei wuxian but he's dating lan wangji (vice versa) but they don't break up @lanwuxian0725

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4. For intmf: an emotional hurt/comfort fic where lwj is the one being hurt and getting comforted. I'm totally happy with there also be a physical injury aspect, I just really want a fic where lan zhan's emotions are key. Thanks! @landofvinesandmonoliths

🔒 the anteroom of golden age by everythingispoetry (M, 92k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Disability, Recovery, Mental Health Issues, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship)

🧡 Sustenance of the Soul OR Five Times Lan Wangji Refused to Eat and One Time Wei Wuxian Convinced Him To by InTheGreySpaces (E, 9k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Pining, Eating Disorders, LWJ Has an Eating Disorder, and WWX is going to help him get past it, Inedia, Inedia used in the wrong way, LWJ's 33 Lashes Punishment, referenced as the cause of his eating problems, Submissive LWJ, Sort of?)

A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 21k, WangXian, Semi-Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Sex in the cold springs, Mutual Pining, Grief/Mourning, Injury Recovery, Ethical Dilemmas, Ethical Edging, Risk Aware Consensual Patience, Edgeplay sort of, Happy Ending, [Podfic] A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by kalakirya)

A Study in Comfort by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, no plot just vibes, POV LWJ)

And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s), [Podfic of] And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene by AuntieIroh)

i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (T, 20k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Sickfic, Getting Together, [Podfic of] i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by exmanhater)

🔒 Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mystery, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Case Fic, murders, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, those two are so in love it hurts, Happy Ending, extreme fluff, Hurt/Comfort, badass LXC, Canon-Typical Violence, top LWJ, Bottom LWJ)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death, [Podfic] Cold read of “what builds a home” by Stratisphyre by KeriArentikaiPods (KeriArentikai))

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5. Hello!

Itmf funny modern shapeshift fics 🤗

Thank you!

🔒Attempt the Impawsible by Reverie (cl410) (T, 5k, WangXian, Animal Transformation, Modern with Magic, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, nielan, Happy Ending)

🔒💖 blue-ribbon bunny by cicer (G, 15k, wangxian, modern, shapeshifting, supernatural elements, fluff & humor)

The Peanut Butter Jar AU series by ScarlettStorm (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Fox WWX, animal rescuer LWJ, Minor pining, major shenanigans, Comedy, Smut, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Adhd WWX, Blowjobs, Frottage, switch rights, Scent Kink, mildly telepathic sex, courtship via kittens, Pacific Northwest setting, Established Relationship, not just fox wwx but also foxboy wwx, petting, both platonic and sexual, Scent Kink, mildly telepathic sex, Blowjobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Some A/B/O Dynamics, but in a non a/b/o world, No mpreg, yes self-lubrication, switch rights, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Playing Possum by DizziDreams (T, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack, animal shifter wwx)

stray cat strut by ScarlettStorm (E, 54k, WangXian, No War AU, the world’s least mysterious casefic, Cat WWX, followed by catboy WWX, Comedy, Shenanigans, comedy shenanigans, Slow Burn, a disgusting amount of magically necessary forehead smooches, switch rights)

What a Difference a Ray Makes by miffmiff, Yoo_im_finally_writing (T, 7k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, WWX is a Little Shit, JC is So Done, LWJ Suffers in Aquatic Silence, involuntary animal transformation, Biology Inaccuracies, Cursed LWJ, Ridiculous Bonding Rituals, also dragon shapeshifters exist in this AU, wildly alternating povs, Attempt at Humor, Crack)

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6. Hello!!! Just saw a fanart by benevolenterrancy were wwx teases lwj about getting a kiss and them being dumbfounded at actually being kissed and am now Yearning for a fic like that, please 🙏 (I would love if it was canon setting/pre-relationship but honestly anything with the same premise would be great) @pinsluke

pale shadows of forgotten names by Chrononautical (T, 56k, wangxian, Madam Lán Lives, Madam Lán Deserves Better, Good Sibling LXC, Badass LXC, He gets there in the end it just takes a while, Not particularly JGY friendly, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Canon-Typical Behavior, Unresolved Sexual Tension, the universal fear of growing up to become one of your parents, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives AU, Except WN but he’s very polite, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Imprisonment, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not between wangxian, Drunk LWJ, to lighten the mood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Traumatized WWX, though he will not admit it, Taking time to heal, canon-typical communication skills) Wei Ying teases Lan Zhan into kissing him after their arranged marriage in the first chapter of pale shadows of forgotten names but Wei Ying laughs off the kiss so I’m not sure if that’s quite what they are looking for.

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7. itmf a fic about a glow up of some sort, can be canon or any other AU! can be either lwj or wwx glowing up

From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, CSSR Lives, Madam Lan Lives, Qingheng-jun Lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Baoshan-sanren is a Badass, Cangse-sanre is a Badass, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR) There is a gap and then WY returns to cr

For 7 There was a fic where WY saw lz after a certain period of absence and lz was on a motorbike and was trying to impress WY. He even saved him from assault and gave a lift from Caiyi. There were additional details when fighting wens who captured dragons etc Sorry, can't give the exact name or link. But that was definitely a glow up

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) twelve moons and a fortnight has a glow up moment on ao3. Also if I remember right rise of divine oracle by blak salt (ffnet & ao3) also has it, tho first rec has a more specific 'get glam'd up for an event' sequence

Rise of the Divine Oracle by BlakSalt (T, 291k, WangXian, Boy Love, Hurt/Comfort, Romance)

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8. I have a weird request for a fic so I've been rewatching winx club so do you know any fic where there's a crossover between winx club and MDZS

Your love gives me Wings by SaiaiSaiko (M, 27k, WangXian, WWX Lives, MXY Lives, Winx Club Fusion, Enchantix Form, Sirenix From Winx Club, Believix From Winx Club, Fairy WWX, Witch WWX, Curses, Bad Health through Curses, Spiritual Tools are Pixies, Accelerated Aging, older looking WWX, Fairy NHS, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, WWX in WWX’s Body, JZX Lives, NMJ Lives, JYL Lives, The following tags contain spoilers, Evil JGS, Trans MXY, Self-Discovery, Misgendering, Victim JGY, Curse Breaking)

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9. First off thank you for everything you do ♥️ y'all out here doing the lords work 🥲🙏 this is my first itmf request since I found this blog hehe but anyways: looking for fics where lan zhan first kisses wei ying under the tree scene but wei ying actually uncovers his eyes and things unravel from there? 🤭 the more explicit the better but down for any rating. No modern settings pls and thank you ♥️ @queenofangts

Stolen kisses, shy maidens by naqaashi (E, 5k, WangXian, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Phoenix Mountain Night Hunt Competition, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Soft WangXian, Minor XuanLi, Awkward JZX, JZX Tries, Supportive JYL, Good Sibling JYL, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mutual Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, YLLZ WWX, WWX's Dubiously Self-Lubricating Asshole, Marathon Sex, First Kiss, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, WangXian in Love, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Maybe A Little Plot, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, BAMF JYL)

Within a forest dark by danegen (E, 12k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, Phoenix Mountain Night Hunt Competition, post-Burial Mounds trauma, wwx's cnc kink, only dub con at the beginning)

Wei Ying doesn’t uncover his eyes during the kiss but learns soon after that Lan Zhan was the one who kissed him in Advisable Lan rules and other shenanigans, Nonsense does the trick, the breaking of your soul (upon my lips), There’s A Molester On The Loose At Phoenix Mountain!!, & To see with eyes unclouded

💖🔒Advisable Lan rules and other shenanigans by apathyinreverie (G, 4k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, fix-it, humor, drunk LWJ, smitten LWJ, soft WWX, possessive LWJ, gusu lan rules, drunk shenanigans, fluff)

Nonsense Does the Trick by septune (E, 4k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, Consensual Sex, Praise Kink, if u squint, PWP, emotional smut, Spit As Lube, Getting Together, Fix-It of Sorts, First Time, Light Dom/sub)

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by sunsandships (M, 40k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Golden Core Reveal, Happy Ending)

There’s A Molester On The Loose At Phoenix Mountain!! by sweetlolixo (G, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Crack, Fluff, Romance, Wangxian happy ending)

To see with eyes unclouded by Mianlong (M, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, Sad LWJ, Sad WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Everybody Lives, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Anxiety, POV Multiple, Depression, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, YZY Bashing, JFM Bashing, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, Good Uncle LQR, Twin Jades of Lan Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, Slow Burn)

Not While by You, I Stand and Hum by StitchNLich (GallifreyanAtHearts) (E, 37k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Golden Core Reveal, Emotional Constipation, Getting Together, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Fix-It)

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10. For itmf, id love fics where lqr finds out that lwj is the shameless freak and wei ying is the more innocent one please! @stormblessed95

🔒Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, Shameless LWJ, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxian's version of it Scheming NHS, POV NHS)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) Lan Qiren walks in on Lan Zhan having sex with Wei Ying in chapter 45

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11. do you know any fics like a home under construction by cheekybrunette, where sizhui feels like his relationship with lwj and/or wwx will change following wwx coming back from the dead?

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12. Hey I’m itmf bratty/whiny/clingy Wei Ying and Lan Zhan taking care of him @mxiwpno

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13. I'm in the mood for monster!wangxian in the same flavor as Buried in the Sky, Hallowed by thy Depths by themunchking and Phantom Leashes by mondengel ^^

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14. hiii any fics where wwx goes back to gusu with lwj in his first life? @ashxi-wx

gone with the silence by SpeedingCheetah (M, 63k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Self-Harm, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, POV LWJ, WangXian-centric, Golden Core Reveal, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WangXian Adopt LSZ, Ambiguous/Open Ending, a sorta-kinda-maybe fix it story, WWX Goes to Gusu, triggers are in the notes)

no way back, no way home by via_the_cryptid (T, 4k, WIP, WangXian, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Hurt WWX, LWJ is So Whipped, Protective LWJ, Soft WangXian, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Breaking of Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Golden Core Reveal, Wen Remnants Live, Canon Divergence Canon - Modao Zushi & The Untamed Combination)

🔒Swordless by WithBroomBefore (G, 32k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Crying, Feelings, Trans Character, AFAB LWJ, Kissing, POV WWX)

Red Flower With One Hundred Petals; Smoke Carried on the Blue Dusk Air by carolyncaves (T, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Alcohol, Mental Health Issues, Angst, Tenderness, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, thoughts of death/dying, Rabbits, Caretaking, Marriage Proposal, Wedding Fluff, Family Feels, Literal Sleeping Together, Shotgun Wedding, angry wedding planner JC, Yunmeng sibling drama and fluff, physical affection, Terrible Parties, Happy Ending)

❤️ a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 180k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, arranged marriage)

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15. Hi, I hope you guys are doing well�� is there any fic where LWJ is the commoner? Like simply ordinary people or rogue cultivator and WWX is the one with higher status. It will be amazing if the plot have the conflict between WWX family who don't agree with their relationship. Any dynamic/ background is okay, thank you in advance! @yourslwj

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies) Lan Zhan grew up outside of Gusu Lan and became rogue cultivator and then met Wei Ying. There is some conflict from WWX family regarding Lan Zhan (he is technically Lan, but was kidnapped as child and doesn't know his family and vice versa)

travelers through the empty gate by stiltonbasket (M, 112k, WangXian, royalty au, mistaken identity, emperor WWX, poor LWJ, forced marriage, (by LWJ himself), confused WWX, parenthood, misunderstandings, empress LWJ, fluff & humor, married life, angst w/ happy ending, WIP)These don’t feature Wei Ying’s family looking down on Lan Zhan but I think otherwise fit: Turn Left and travelers through the empty gate

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16. Hey for itmf,

Any fics where wangxian are married (arranged or something else) and lwj is really cold towards wwx (at least at the beginning?)

🔒 Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, [Coldread of] Concord by Deastar by AuntieIroh)

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

True Gold Fears No Fire by defractum (nyargles) (M, 82k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Ancient China, Wuxia, Historical Inaccuracy, Arranged Marriage, Identity Porn, Mutual Pining, Emperor!LWJ, empress!wwx, Eventual Happy Ending, Misunderstandings)

How You Would Let Me Have You by longleggedgit (E, 15k, WangXian, XiQing, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Divergence, First Time, The LXC/WQ is a "mutual beards" situation just FTR)

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, WangXian, No Sunshot Campaign, Arranged Marriage AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, dissociating, Mild Blood, Fluff, juniors idolizing WWX like he deserves, slowburn between WWX and Cloud Recesses, Hinted smut, Jingyi has a CRUSH, Supportive JC)

the river and the sea by sasamelons (T, 7k, WangXian, Soulmates AU, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Mutual Pining)

permissive presumption by sarahyyy (G, 7k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings)

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17. Hi! Do you have a recommendation of modern au where Wei wuxian or lan wangji sees a painting of one another and feels close and doesn't know why. Please it's so good @lanwuxian0725

'Till We Meet Again by Alwritey87 (T, 9k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, Major Character Death, Soulmates, Modern Reincarnation, Immortals, Ghost WWX, Scholar LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Good Sibling JC, JC is tired of WangXian not getting their shit together, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, based of the Hua Zhong Xian, LWJ is a history nerd, Soft JC, JC & LWJ Dislike Each Other, (friendly rivalry), WWX is not resurrected)

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writingoddess1125 · 3 months ago

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Kofi Request

If you want to make request like this one check out my Kofi!

Kurt Wagner x FemReader

Chocolate Relief 🍫

NOTE!: So this takes place after X2 but before the 3rd Movie, I had to do some math as well since this version was born in the 60s so all are adults of respecting age (ballpark Kurt is in his 40s?). (This actually kind of plays well with the drug themes) And per request it is hinted reader has some sort of mermaid/siren mutation however vague enough for personal preference. I tried

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Drug Use, High Sex, Mentions of War, Rough/Mildly public sex, Slightly twisted Kurt

18+ Below

Great.

Who doesn't love being slid into the breaking point of a war?

Losing Jean..?

Everyone on the brink of a total breakdown?

What a time to be alive.

(Y/N) stood outside of the Mansion, scratching at the scales of her arm as she looked out at nothing in particular. Her mind drifting to the utter depths of how she could survive.. what she could have done, could do.

"Fuck I need a smoke-" She grumbled in what can only be called numb exhaustion.

"Is it weird to think that someone ment for water smokes so much?-" She hears a soft voice next to her. Glancing to see Bobby standing there, clearly as broken as the others.

"What can I say- I enjoy a mellow time" (Y/N) said softly. "Especially after this shit show..." She Mumbled, her fingers scratching at the scales of her arm again, Bobby reaching out and grabbing her hand to pull away- Showing the blood dripping from where she was scratching, some of those pretty opal like scales having been scratched off and on the ground.

"Let's not mutilate ourselves- Especially resident mermaid chick-"

(Y/N) stared at her now bleeding arm and groaned in frustration.

"This is too fucking much- I'm calling my plug" She grumbled pulling out her flip. Bobby tsking at this.

"You can't be serious- You are honestly trying to buy drungs, at a school with a dude who reads minds?"

"Pretty sure my little indulgence isn’t his biggest concern," " She pointed out a bit sharper then she ment. Bobby face twisting slightly as he nodded and walked off- Leaving (Y/N) to her devices.

Rubbing her face she marched back inside of the Mansion, a scowl now on her face as she wanted to just hide in her room.

"Hey (Y/N)!"

That rather sweet heavily accented voice called out, coming down the stairs in truthfully a rather ungrateful manner was Kurt. A small smile on his lips. (Y/N) letting a soft smile go across her face- How can anyone be in a bad mood at the sight of the blue fanged mutant standing there in far too baggy clothes.

"Hey Blueberry"

(Y/N) said softly, smiling at the resident teleporter who had become a sweet friend in these trying times.

"You're bleeding-" He said softly catching her injury almost immediately, (Y/N) didn't even get a chance to explain before a cloud of blue sulfur like gas puffed in her face.

And just like that he was gone, (Y/N) chuckling plopped down on a step figuring it was best to wait it out.

He had been nothing but a sweetheart the entire time he had been there, the two of them almost immediately hitting it off as well. (Y/N) having caught most didn't really talk to Kurt as he was a bit awkward at times, so she went a bit out of her way to speak with him- This lead to him opening up and being a cheerful bean, The two often sitting there chatting with each other for hours on end.

Paired with the rather obvious crush the little German dude had.

She knew, she wasn't an idiot afterall- A blue guy turning a deep purple when she had to make adjustments in her uniform and jumped a few times making him look away shyly.

So Yeah it was pretty obvious. But apparently the one she had on him was not as noticeable-

With another nice 'Bamf' to the face. He had returned with the medical kit in his hands, clumsily pulling out some bandages and taking a seat next to her- Kurt cleaning the scales as softly as possible seeming so stressed at seeing the patches missing or just hanging there and dressing them.

"Why is so much off?" He mumbled softly, worry in his voice.

"I scratched at it. Stress- call it a bad tick I guess"

His eyes flicked up to look at her face, understanding immediately- The two now sitting in silence as Kurt finished up.

(Y/N) smiled, looking at the well dressed bandages over her scales.

"The sweetheart strikes again"

He blushed at this, his tail coiling on himself slightly.

"Of course" He said softly, messing with his hands a bit.

“I know right now it is.. Not good.. Can we watch tv together?.. Still?” (Y/N) eyes softened at hearing this, it dawned on her a little that he most likely wanted some company especially during these times. Companionship and to not grieve alone.

“Of course, sounds like a good thing right now” Kurt smiled at hearing this, standing up and of course helping (Y/N) up as well just to be a gentleman it seemed, Before her phone jingled, Quickly finishing it from her pocket with a bit of excitement.

“Who is that?” He asked rather fast, Making (Y/N) smirk a bit- Green was definitely a new color on Kurt it seemed.

“I'm just waiting for a friend to come by-”

She looked at her phone for a sec seeing the message on her little phone. Smiling at it.

“Looks like Tomorrow-” He raised a brow at this, a small slip of curiosity and jealousy going over his face.

“Your friend?” His face scrunching up a bit as (Y/N) poked his nose.

“Yep, Shes my Kinda Friend. Now come on, we still have more Disney movies to go through” She said, patting his arm softly as the two headed out to watch some movies.

“What is a Kinda Friend?”

"Thank you oh sweet Canada"

(Y/N) Mumbled as she thanked the heavens above, Happy her hookup was willing to bring some of the good stuff down in such short notice.

"Your favorite Gardener is here~" Jane said cheerfully, Happy to meet close to the Mansion in a little secluded area on the side.

"Yeah Gardener my ass- You can make these things in your sleep, Green Thumb Mutant"

"What I decide to do with my mutation is my business that you very much" (Y/N) chuckled as Jane stuck her tongue out at her playfully.

“You know you're quite warm blooded for a dealer” (Y/N) pointed out gesturing to the obviously brightly colored get-up.

“Being a polite innocent one is far easier to move around then a dark hoodie and smelling like cigarettes. Besides I'm not a dealer, I'm a Gardener” Jane said in a sing song voice opening her purse calmly as she dug into it.

"Alright, So I got some of the OG Kush Classic, Girl Scout Cookies very sweet, and Northern Lights super relaxing-"

(Y/N) had to snort over a laugh. "Not a dealer my ass-”

However she thoughts soon went over the impending war- How she would cope.. If she would even live… Or Jean?

"Northern Lights.. As much as you can give"

Jane nodded as she pulled out the little baggy and handed it over to (Y/N) who pocketed it. Jane could see the stress on her face, the 'Gardner' glanced around again as she dug into her purse again.

"And here, since you seem a bit stressed" Jane mumbled before passing over a chocolate bar.

"A chocolate bar?" (Y/N) Deadpanned- looking over the clearly handmade bar wrapped in plastic wrap with a folded note somewhere in the plastic mess.

"No No, You see- I had a vision of infusions. Infusing the best of my darling works into easy to ingest getups. Like Brownies but for anything. So far I got chocolate bars and muffins down" She said proudly, (Y/N) shrugging at least mildly impressed.

"Alright I guess?"

"And I'm sure it will lead to fantastic stress relief"

Jane winked at her dear friend, (Y/N) laughed at this as she passed over the cash to Jane.

"Alright I'll take your word on it- All it's there" (Y/N) said smoothly as she began walking off leaving her 'Gardener' There who smiled brightly.

"See yea (Y/N)!" Jane called out as the two departed. (Y/N) giving a passing thumbs up.

(Y/N) made her way back to the Mansion fairly quick, calm as she walked past the group of people speaking over plans and ideas- Aka more stress then she wanted to deal with at the moment.. Slipping into her room as quickly as possible she prepared..

A towel under the door, window open and incense burning… Perfect.

Now for the moment of truth-

In about an hour (Y/N) was lit up, Laid back with her equipment of choice next to her (Blue Bong) and staring up at the ceiling. Reaching in to possibly pack another bowl when she remembered the chocolate bar.

Sitting up she snagged it quickly and began to unwrap- She was hungry anyway so a chocolate bar sounded pretty good. Unwrapping the homemade packing she pulled out the little note attached and quickly read through it.

'Sweet Spot- a fun bar to get you in the mood ;3 '

‘'Ah Hell Jane-'’ She grumbled as her face scrunched up at the Fugly looking bar.

(Y/N) needed something to relax- not one to bring her up. Rolling the chocolate bar back up and looking over the label again. No ingredients listed which seemed sketchy as hell if not expected.

"The fuck did you put in this Jane.."

Yeah no- She wasn't eating this. Tossing the note in the trash she walked out, making sure to peak around first before making her way to the kitchen. Sneaking down to the main kitchen as the clearly high as fuck Mutant still clutching the chocolate bar slowly slide herself to the fridge

Tossing the bar in the fridge as she grabbed some food- 'Thank you Ororo for keeping the fridges stocked you magical women of all that is good' (Y/N) quickly shoving a slice of whatever pizza this was in her mouth as she snuck back upstairs to her room.

As if the cosmos had willed in, Kurt made his way downstairs as worry painted his face. Rubbing his hands together in worry, his rosary starting to leave marks on his skin with how much he was messing with them. He had been meeting with the others about strategies, Scott crying and overall feeling a wash of fear hitting him.

Opening the fridge prepared to just get some water so he could pray in his room or do something to get his mind off of well- everything right as he sees some chocolate- ugly looking chocolate but chocolate non the less, hesitantly he takes it and the said water and settles down. Kurt sits there staring into space, breaking off a bit of the sweet treat- it was a small comfort however was something he figured no one would miss since it had clearly been thrown so harshly in the back. Chewing slowly Kurt could taste a weird- ting to it?

Looking it over he assumed this must be what American chocolate tasted like- he heard it was bad but didn't expect this truthfully.

He didn't see any sort of labeling but shrugged non the less- He wasn't in a position to complain.

He finished the odd tasting candy and went to settle in one of the many livingrooms, Turning on the TV as he laid on his side letting the numbing sound of infomercials wash over him. Kurt starting to giggle a bit to himself and feels a warm wash fall over him.

Relaxed and overall- Fuzzy? Rubbing his face which seemed to tingle slightly as he let his mind wonder- a grin going over his lips.

It wasn't for another hour when (Y/N) ventured back down stairs after the cotton mouth and some need some additional snacks as round two kicked in, (Y/N) walking over to the fridge and looked around. Snagging once again a random assortment of items.

In the livingroom (Y/N) steps by and seems something moving on the couch, leaning over she sees Kurt on his side facing the TV and squirming weirdly. His tail coiled around himself as he seemed to chuckle at nothing?

"Blue? You alright?"

She asked softly, placing a hand on his back. Kurt rolled up rather fast surprising (Y/N) as he looked to her, a fanged smile greeting her as he starred in what was nothing short of admiring.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit uh" She reached forward to check his forehead however he captured her hand quickly and kissed her hand. Watching the way (Y/N) flushed bright red.

“Du bist wunderschön”

He said softly, almost dreamy? (Y/N) still red in the face, swallowed a bit thickly.

"Kurt you know I don't know German" She said softly watching as Kurt gently pulled her close to the back of the couch to meet him as close as possible.

“Ich war von Anfang an in dich verliebt”

He said softly, His free hand reaching up to place on her flushed cheek gently caressing it- Kurt leaning forward slightly so they were perfectly eye to eye.

"Do you dislike?" He asked softly, clearly wanting to not overstep. (Y/N) placing her hand on his that laid on her cheek. "I like.." She said shyly, the space between them closing in as he laid soft kisses on her cheek and over her flushed face- Seeing how she leaned into his touches, as he laid a kiss on the corner of her lips seeing how she tried to meet his but he pulled back slightly- almost as if he was teasing her.

"Can I?" He whispered softly, as she nodded once more, In a second he lips crashed into hers. She practically melted against him, His surprisingly soft lips flushed against her as she enjoyed every second of the sweet lips.. Very sweet lips, Almost like-

Chocolate?-

Herby Chocolate?

Ah Shit.

She pulled back quickly with wide eyes, Kurt looking just as surprised as she stared at his face. "Oh my god- You ate the chocolate I put in the fridge didn't you?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow at this and nodded.

"T-That had er.. My drugs or.. whatever got put in there.." She mumbled embarrassed, Kurt raising both eyebrows at her in amusement.

“You.. Put drugs in Schokolade” He said almost amused.

“I am so sorry Blue, It wasn't my intension to.. I don't know how you feel about that and and..” She stopped her babbling as his arms wrapped around her waist, pressing his face into her neck (Y/N) feeling him smile against her skin.

“Its okay.. No one is free of Sin” He said softly, (Y/N) catching a rather- New tone to his voice as well.

"Are you mad?" She asked softly, Kurt moving to look her in the eyes as a playful smile went over his lips.

"Little.. But maybe if we kiss again id be less so?" He said softly, clearly testing the waters. Which earned a smile from (Y/N) as she giggled, leaning in close.

"How can I not agree to such a good offer?" She grinned and leaned in kissing him once more. The soft taste of herbs and chocolate filling her senses as (Y/N) couldn't help but moan against his lips.

Kurt pulled her over the back of the couch to join him, setting her on his lap and the two rocked against each other. Their arms wrapped around each other, (Y/N) rocking her hips against him earning a growl from him- (Y/N) feeling his erection against her core making a shiver go through her system. Kurt pulling back from the kiss as his yellow eyes found hers-

"Do you want to stop maus?" He asked softly, his hands still wrapped around her waist as he made sure the two of them stayed still till he was sure. (Y/N) smiled at him and nodded, leaning forward as she captured his lips once more. Wrapping their arms around each other once more.

The two sliding off the uncomfortable fancy couch, Kurt moving the two towards the nearest wall as the two hands explored each other. Kurt humming against her lips, His hands finding their way down her hips and grasping at the soft flesh of her ass as he lifted her- (Y/N) giving a surprised squeak at how easily he moved her.

Kurt's tail wrapping around the hem of her lounging pants and beginning to pull them down with ease. (Y/N) helping as she reached down to free Kurt from his own tented pants, quite surprised by the length that greeted her hands- Kurt giving a grunt at the feeling of her hands on him. His tail moving up to push up the top of her shirt just enough to see her exposed breast in the evening air-

He locked eyes with her once more, his eyes clearly wishing to know she was okay with this- (Y/N) placing a kiss on his lips softly and nodding.

That final green light seemed to spring him into action closed the space between them as his tail snuggly wrapped around her thigh like a coil, caging her in- as if he was making sure she couldn't wiggle away. The head of his cock teasingly rubbing her folds as he pulled her onto him.

(Y/N) was no virgin, however this made her feel no better than one. Her hands wrapping around him tightly as he sunk into her, Only pausing briefly as he felt (Y/N) wrap around him so well once he bottomed out. What could only be described as a purr leaving him as he began to thrust into her immediately.

The snaps of his hips knocking the sweet idea of an innocent church boy from her mind as he hit every right spot lighting her body on fire- His cock rocking into her body like he was making sure she would never forget-

And she doubted she ever would.

Her nails clawing at the back of his shirt as a way to anchor herself at the bruising pace. His tail keeping her in a possessive lock as she whimpered and had moans tumble past her lips. Kurt pace began Faster, Harder and More brutal, bullying into her in the most pleasurable way.

(Y/N) desperately biting her lips to keep from making too much noise, tears prickling her eyes as Kurt rolled his hips into her- those dark blue curls rubbing against her clit making her whole body shutter, her face pressing into him as she tried to desperately keep from making too much noise, as his name whimpered past her lips like a prayer. Kurt grinning at the sight as hushed grunts left him-

Cute~

His tail released from her thigh before coiling around her waist tightly- freeing a hand which worked a way up to mouth silencing her- A impish smile on his face as he quickened his pace, grunting in her ear softly. "Cant wake the students maus~"

(Y/N) eyes widened as a surprise wave of arousal washed through her system, Kurt feeling her tighten around him as he began his brutal pace- Hearing her muffled moans and past against his palm, (Y/N) throwing her head back in bliss- Rationally seeming leaving the both of them as the lewd sounds filled the Livingroom.

Kurt stared at her exposed breast and neck, grunting with each thrust as he leaned forward and began to nip and suck on the soft skin starting at her chest- uncaring of the blooming marks on her skin as he let his fangs scrape against her- Feeling the broken moans against his callous palm as he continued to work (Y/N) poor body, Nipping and biting his way as he made sure to leave no spot unloved.

Hiccupped mewls leaving her throat as she felt his teeth run over her- Her nipples being treated by the flat of his skilled tongue and ending with fangs going over her as nips and scraps went over her skin leaving small cuts and marks, her pulse picking up in what could only be described as the most frightening primal arousal imaginable as his fangs danced over her neck as if playing with her- the coil in her stomach tightening with each harsh thrust into her no doubt bruised cunt- Her mind fuzzy by this point.

He sunk his teeth into that soft part of her neck, Feeling the mewling gasp of her against his palm- a rich cry ripping through her as her legs tightened and shook around him like a vice, her back arching as her chest pressed against him. Kurt grunted as he felt her walls wrap around him as she came- Whimpering against his palm as (Y/N) clawed at his back.

(Y/N) could see spots in her vision, Feeling the overstimulating feeling of Kurt's erratic and unsteady hips against her own- Bringing himself to his own climax with a few shuttered thrust barely having enough time to pull out of her as he came against her exposed thigh. Panting hard as managed to steady the two of them, Holding both of their spent forms against the wall.

Kurt gently pulling his hand from (Y/N) lips, hearing those shuttering pants leave her, Managing to place a few kisses on her lips as she returned them a bit sloppily from her blissed out state.

"I don't know we should order a pizza?-" "I don't know we had that yesterday?"

(Y/N) and Kurt's eyes widened like saucers as they heard the shuffle of people walking downstairs and clearly a younger group- Immediately Kurt teleported the two to his room before they could be seen- Kurt panting hard as the two where pressed against the wall of his bedroom. Still holding (Y/N) who was barely able to stand as she was still coming down from her high.

Slowly the two of them slid down the wall together, Kurt leaning on his forearms caging her in as the two sat against each other trying to ease themselves.

"I have never done that before-" He managed out, (Y/N) looking to him and smirking.

"Sex or the teleporting right after?" Kurt held up two of his three fingers indicating the ladder as he leaned back somewhat settled- The two staring at each other before breaking out in giggles. Kurt unwrapping his tail from her waist as the two sat on the floor, (Y/N) closing her legs a little and blushing deeply at the feeling of warmth still dripping from between her thighs.

After a few seconds of catching their breaths (Y/N) shyly looked to Kurt.

"Hey um.. I really am sorry Blue, I really didn't mean to well- Drug you by proxy" She said softly, However felt weirdly awkward by issuing an apology with her pants still down her ankles. Kurt blushed as he bit his bottom lip looking away, mainly yo avoid looking between her legs.

"Its fine.. It didnt last long anyway.." He mumbled softly. (Y/N) raising a brow at his choice of words and the sly look on his face. Before it clicked-

'No one is without sin'

"You little shit! It had worn off by then!" (Y/N) scolded as she smacked Kurt's shoulder who lowered his head in guilt. Mumbling about his mutation or whatnot under his breath.

"I'm Sorry.. A-Are you mad?" He mumbled, slyly tucking himself back into his trousers, Blushing as his tail twitched nervously behind him. (Y/N) sighed, crossing her arms as she looked down at him.

"A bit...But-"

She started, Kurt now looking up at her as she smirked at him. Giving him a playful wink.

"I know a way to be less so" She smiled, Kurt giving his impish smile as his tail swayed behind him quickly and excitedly.

"How can I not agree?~"

Bonus!

(Y/N) Took another drag of her joint, sighing in relief as she felt the smoke wash over her lungs. This had been the perfect little hiding spot- Right under her window covered by some eucalyptus trees that covered the scent of her smoke.

She rolled her shoulder as she felt relaxation wash over her, She was still quite a bit sore from her and Kurt's rather.. eventful few days having sported a hoodie since the bites and scrapes on her neck made it looked like she was attacked by some sort of wild beast-

Closing her eyes she felt all tension leave her body- That was till the rustling of bushes to her left snapped her from said peace.

She jumped in surprise as she spotted Logan of all people- her and the male stared at each other, a bottle of bourbon in his hand as he stared at the joint in (Y/N)'s.

...

Slowly as a olive branch (Y/N) held out the joint to him silently, he narrowed his eyes before walked over and took it as he took a heavy drag. Settling not far from her as he passed it back, Logan opening his bourbon as he took a sip and seemed to sigh in relief himself.

The two of them silently enjoying their respective vices, Logan hesitated for a second before holding the bottle out to (Y/N) who silently took it and taking a swig before passing it back.

Logan eyes looked over (Y/N) silently, before spotting the carpet scrapes on her knees and picking up a particular scent just barely hidden under the herby smell- His nose wrinkled as he wiped the top of the bottle with his shirt and scowled.

"So it is the damn elf.."

He mumbled out, (Y/N) looking to him silently and raised a brow. Logan gesturing to the scrapped knees and tapping his nose, She had forgotten she was in her sleeping shorts still and having snuck down- Not anticipating seeing anyone..

The two stood in silence again, this time no passing taking place.

"...Say if a spare bottle were to appear here along with another few ounces- would all remain silent?" (Y/N) asked softly, glancing to Logan who narrowed his eyes silently.

"You got a deal-" He gruffed out taking another sip of his drink. "And if you ever take a sip of my drink with blue dick lips again I'll drop kick you"

(Y/N) chuckled at this as she gave a thumbs up at the other.

"Got yourself a deal-"

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Hello! I don't know if you had watched Transformers Prime before, but I'd like to make a request!

Since there's been two DC themed request, how about a Marvel one? Can you do Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Knockout, Starscream, and Megatron with an (S/O) that has the same abilities and appearance as Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)?

Hi! I've watched Transformers Prime and it's honestly awesome! It's definitely a series I would of loved in my teens. I've actually been binge watching it again, for a Knockout fanfic I'm currently working on. But just can't decide whether to make it as a one-shot or a series. Also, apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy these headcanons!

TFP x Mutant GN/Reader

Optimus Prime

He meets you during a battle that had reached a critical point. The Decepticons had the Autobots pinned down in an abandoned city, forcing them into defensive positions among the ruined buildings. Blaster fire echoed in the night, flashing against the broken concrete. Optimus took cover behind a crumbling wall, scanning the battlefield for an opening when something unexpected happened.

A sharp BAMF! rang out, accompanied by a cloud of thick, dark smoke. In a blink, one of the Decepticons near the Autobot vanished—only to reappear midair, screaming as they plummeted to the ground, landing with a sickening crash.

Optimus turned sharply, scanning for the source of the anomaly. That’s when he saw you—a figure moving like a shadow, darting between enemies with an elegance he’d rarely witnessed. Your glowing eyes flickered like twin embers in the dark, tail flicking behind as you disappeared in another burst of smoke, reappearing atop a ruined bus before vanishing again.

Then, suddenly, you were right in front of him.

Crouching low, eyes locked onto him. Hands braced against the concrete, muscles tensed, as if anticipating his reaction.

Optimus, ever composed, held his ground. Observing your stance, your breathing. A warrior, but not one of the Decepticons.

"Impressive," he rumbled, voice calm yet firm. "But I must ask—who are you, and where does your allegiance lie?"

You simply blinked, tilting your head slightly. Then, with a small smirk, vanishing again.

Optimus exhaled slowly, optics narrowing. This one would need watching.

Relationship

Optimus recognizes your skills early on but remains wary of your unpredictability. Over time, however, he comes to trust you as an ally, learning to anticipate their unique fighting style. Appreciating how they move with agility and grace, often watching them train with interest. Soon incorporating strategies, utilizing your teleportation to scout ahead, infiltrate Decepticon bases, and disrupt enemy forces.

Your habit of teleportation would occasionally surprise him, but he adapts quickly, developing an awareness of when you might ‘bamf’ in and out of the Autobot base. Your habit of teleporting beside him mid-battle, often makes him say flippant remarks about the situation. Optimus always remains composed. “Must you always announce yourself like this?” but you'd always give him that smile that secretly that makes his spark pulse. “What? Not a fan of dramatics?”

He's reserved but deeply affectionate in quiet ways. He would take time to understand you and let the relationship develop naturally. enjoying moments of peaceful conversation. Intimacy would be slow-burning but deeply meaningful. He would cherish their presence and show affection through gentle touches, forehead touches, and soft-spoken words of devotion.

Optimus understands that you hold incredible power, but also a dangerous one. He takes it upon himself to mentor you, often reminding you of the responsibility your abilities come with. “Strength is not defined by power alone. It is defined by how one chooses to use it.”

He would be protective but never overbearing, trusting you to handle yourself but always ready to support you in danger.

Ratchet

Ratchet was having a normal—or rather, relatively normal—day in the Autobot base. In the middle of a difficult repair on Bulkhead when a loud, unnatural sound echoed throughout the medbay.

BAMF!

Sparks flew as his tools clattered to the ground. His optics darted to the source of the noise, and what he saw nearly gave him a processor failure.

Perched on a counter, legs casually swinging, was someone that should not be there. Your glowing eyes softly gazed at him, his optics studied your blue skin and tail.

Ratchet’s immediate reaction? Pure, unfiltered exasperation.

“What in the name of Primus—who are you, and why are you in my medbay?! How did you even get in here?!"

You gave him a sheepish expression, raising your hand in surrender. "Uh… sorry? I didn't mean to pop in unannounced. Agent Fowler told me to meet him at this location, I'm the new recruit."

Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge, muttering something about "why do these things always happen to me?" Optimus arrived shortly after, explaining the situation, but Ratchet was not pleased about having a teleporter anywhere near his delicate medical equipment.

Relationship

Once he's over the shock, Ratchet is fascinated by your biology. He asks endless questions about how your teleportation works—“Is it neurological? Does it take energy? Can you teleport others? And why does it leave behind sulfur?”

Over time, he grows used to your antics. He would get very fussy if you teleport into his medbay unannounced, throwing tools in frustration, but he secretly enjoys your company. He would initially find your agility unsettling whenever you acrobat around the base, especially you're perched on high places. “Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”

Ratchet is a grump, but he’s also deeply caring. He would check on you often, making sure teleporting didn’t exhaust you or cause internal damage. If you get injured, he does not tolerate excuses. “I don’t care if you can ‘bamf’ away from danger—you’re still getting checked!”

Romance would develop slowly, filled with sarcastic banter, exasperated sighs, and unexpectedly tender moments. Intimacy would be quiet but deeply emotional. He’s the type to press his forehead against yours, silently assuring you that he cares. He would grumble about your teleportation one minute and then instinctively catch you if he saw you stumble the next. He would express love through acts of service, such as patching up any injuries, making sure you rest, and, when no one is looking, stroking your cheek with surprising gentleness. If you ever expressed insecurity about your appearance or abilities, Ratchet would scoff, “If you weren’t a miracle, I don’t know what is.”

Wheeljack

Wheeljack isn’t the type to get easily impressed—he’s seen a lot, fought a lot, and survived even more. But the first time he meets you? He’s caught completely off guard.

It starts with him tracking a Decepticon patrol, staying low, waiting for the right time to strike. Just as he’s about to ambush them—BAMF!—a swirling burst of blue smoke appears in the middle of the fight, and suddenly, bodies are dropping left and right.

You moved too fast for the Decepticons to react—teleporting between them, dodging blaster fire, flipping over one’s back, and landing a well-placed kick before disappearing again. Your tail whips out, knocking a weapon out of a scout's servo, and just as they turn to fire at you—you were gone.

Wheeljack stands there, staring, half-impressed, half-confused.“Huh. Well, that’s new.” You teleport right next to him, dangling upside down from a ledge, your tail wrapping around it, while grinning at him.

“You’re welcome.”

Wheel scoffs, but struggles to hide the smirk that teased the corners of his lips. “Didn’t ask for help.”

“Didn’t need to.”

Relationship

From that moment, the pair of you became a disaster duo. Explosions, infiltration missions, crazy stunts—Wheeljack loves your unpredictable energy. He would absolutely encourage you to prank others with your abilities, especially Bulkhead or Ultra Magnus.

With your combined skills, Wheeljack can't help but up with insane strategies in the middle of battles. “Okay, here’s the plan: You teleport me inside their ship, I plant the charges, you get me out, and we watch the fireworks.”

If you can swordfight, he’ll spar with you constantly, testing your agility against his raw combat power.

You always challenge each other, pushing one another to their limits but also watching each other’s backs. Competitive streaks turn into romantic moments. A sparring session ends soon ends pinning each other down, faces inches apart before he smirks: “Admit it—you’re impressed.”

Your relationship would be flirty and playful. Teasing each other mid-mission, teleporting behind him to poke his shoulder, only for him to smirk and throw a grenade your way. He loves your unpredictability, often grinning whenever you surprise him by appearing out of nowhere.

Wheeljack is big on physical affection. He loves it when you drape your tail around his arm, finding it both hilarious and endearing. He would enjoy spontaneous moments of affection, pulling them into unexpected kisses or scooping them up after a successful fight.

He can never hide the smile that comes to him, whenever you teleport onto his shoulders, casually perching there.The first time you dos it, he grunts but doesn’t move you. And before he knew it, eventually, it becomes a thing.

He would probably call you “Ghost” or “Shadow” as a nickname.

When it’s just the two of you, the chaos slows down. Simply sitting together on the roof of his ship, watching the stars, your bodies still buzzing with adrenaline. While Wheeljack absentmindedly traces his servo over your back, enjoying the quiet. "Never thought I’d meet someone crazier than me." He'd quietly admit, voice just above a whisper, causing a warm, genuine smile to come to you. "You’re welcome."

The first time you confess your love for him, he doesn’t say it back right away. Not because he doesn’t feel it—he does. But he’s not used to saying it. Instead, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours. "Took the words right outta my mouth."

Knockout

You both first cross paths when Knockout arrived at one of the illegal street races, scoping out the competition for potential entertainment or recruits. Disguising himself in his altmode, as usual, showing off his pristine red finish under the neon lights of the race scene.

But he notices someone... unusual in the distance—not a racer, but definitely someone with presence. Their movement was smooth, almost feline, his gaze studying their movements as they leap onto a streetlamp effortlessly, perched like some kind of predator.

Then, out of nowhere—bamf!—you teleport onto the hood of his alt mode in the middle of the race, crouching with an amused smirk, your tail flicking lazily. Knockout immediately slams on his brakes, trying to shake you off, but you just teleport again, this time inside the driver’s seat.

“Nice ride,” you remarked, trailing a finger along his polished dashboard. “You look like the kind of guy who likes to make an entrance.” Knockout, unamused but undeniably impressed, growls in frustration.“Do you have any idea how much effort goes into keeping this finish spotless?!” but you speechlessly teleport back outside, leaving behind a faint trace of smoke, he’s equal parts intrigued and annoyed. "Now, aren’t you an interesting little anomaly?"

Relationship

Since then, you and Knockout occasionally 'bump' into one another. But your relationship deepens after you help him in the middle of a battle, but you push yourself too hard.Knockout catches you mid-teleport, your body stumbling from exhaustion after rapid jumps across the battlefield. Instead of mocking you, he actually looks concerned.

Behind all the flair, he truly worries about you. He doesn't like seeing you exhausted after teleporting too much, and he'll make you rest- no arguments. "Even perfection needs to take care of itself, Darling."

If you disappear mid-battle and don't reappear for too long, he'll get scared. Frantically calling for you, optics searching wildly. But the moment you teleport back, he grips your shoulders, scolding you while checking for injuries.

Knockout finds your physical agility mesmerizing. Since he has an eye for aesthetics, your graceful agility and fluid teleportation catches his attention instantly. Your ability to vanish and reappear makes him constantly have to stay on his toes, which is both frustrating and thrilling to him.

The flirtatious banter between the pair of you, simply makes the air crackle around you. The first time you steal his buffer, he gapes in absolute horror. Teleporting just out of his reach, dangling it between your fingers."You wouldn’t dare." Something electric pulses throughout his frame, as you give him that oh-so sweet and teasing smile. "Oh? What’s it worth to you?" The next thing you know, Knockout has you pinned against a wall of his lab, his optics gleaming with mischief as he leans in close."You should know by now, darling, I always get what I want."

He adores your tail, often trailing his claws over it absentmindedly. Whenever you wrap it around his wrist playfully, he smirks and pulls you closer, murmuring, "If you wanted my attention, darling, all you had to do was ask." While you rest against his chassis, running his digits along your spine in slow, absent-minded circles.

He’s not one to open up easily, but when it’s just the two of you, the walls come down. Finding himself telling you things he wouldn’t admit to anyone else, simply creating a safe space where the two of you can talk about things neither of you admit to anyone else.

Starscream

Starscream’s first encounter with you was less than pleasant. It happens when he was patrolling alone, trying to get away from Megatron’s constant scrutiny. Already in a bad mood, muttering to himself about how he deserves to lead the Decepticons, when suddenly—BAMF!—a burst of blue smoke appears right in front of him.

His optics widen in shock, and before he can react, you were gone again. "What the—?! What in Primu's name?!"

But you simply reappear above him within the hallway of Nemesis, tilting your head, speaking in an unimpressed."Well, that’s rude. I just got here."

Once he regains his composure, he glares suspiciously at you. Not trust anything he doesn’t understand, and your ability to teleport unpredictably makes you a threat in his optics."Hmph. You think a mere parlor trick impresses me? I command an army of Vehicons!"

But you simply flash him a smartass smile,"That’s cute. Your army couldn’t touch me even if they tried."

Relationship

At first, Starscream is initially paranoid. Convinced you're either a spy, an M.E.C.H experiment, or some other potential rival. He watches you like a Seeker hawk, analyzing how you move, how often you teleport, and whether it drains your energy. But the more he sees you in action, the more intrigued he becomes.

The way you outmaneuver him effortlessly, always both infuriates and excites him. You never seem to be afraid of him—a rarity among Decepticons. You always tease him relentlessly, calling him out on his dramatics."You certainly do love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?" yet to your surprise, he also occasionally teased you in return, "and you certainly do love making entrances."

Sometimes he tries to outsmart you, setting traps or tracking energy signatures, but you always slip away—sometimes leaving behind cheeky notes or remarks just to piss him off.

Whenever Starscream flirts- of course in a grand, dramatic way—praising your abilities, making sly comments. "Ah, such magnificent skill! I do admire how you flawlessly use those talents of yours." but the moment they flirt back, he short-circuits. "Good, because I intend to use them on you... in a different sort of way." Cue his wings fluttering and an immediate change of subject.

Starscream doesn’t do well with feeling vulnerable. It makes him absolutely paranoid, hence why Starscream is terrified of betrayal. It takes a long time for him to truly believe you're not just using him. The first time you stay by his side despite having an easy escape, he’s stunned. "You... could have left." But you just gave him a warm genuine smile,"true..., but why would someone ever do that?" and that’s when he starts letting his guard down, hitting him unexpectedly.

Maybe it’s the way you stay with him after one of Megatron’s beatings, running your hands gently along his damaged wings. Maybe it’s when you teleport in front of him mid-battle, shielding him from an attack. Or, maybe it’s the way you laugh at his sarcasm instead of recoiling. Either way, he’s horrified by the realization that he's fallen for you- and fallen hard. "This is a liability. You’re a liability." You give him that teasing smile,"oh, sure, that’s why you hold onto me so tight at night." "...Shut up."

In public, Starscream is his usual dramatic, arrogant self. But in private? He lets tiny moments of softness slip. Whenever you lean against him, and he doesn’t push you away. But the first time you confess your love, he panics. Staring at you, wings flicking uncertainly, processor running at full speed. "You… you what?" a small smile teases the corners of your lips,"you heard me, Star." He opens and closes his mouth, trying to come up with a snarky reply, fails, then just mutters— "Hmph. You’re insufferable." He loves you too.

Megatron

When he first encounters you, it’s not because they sought him out—it’s because you caught his attention. He notices you first on the battlefield, moving too fast for his warriors to hit, teleporting between enemies with effortless precision. Bypassing defenses, evading detection, leaving only the faintest traces of smoke in their wake.

Megatron's initial reaction is not anger, nor fear—but fascination. He watches you fight, calculating, analyzing, testing. Most warriors rely on strength, on speed… but they rely on the element of surprise. Interesting.

When you finally come face to face, he's neither hostile nor immediately dismissive. Instead, he studies you."You evade death as if it were a game. Do you not fear it?" you give him a teasing smirk, "Should I?" His optics glow with intrigue. Admiring your strength and sees potential in your unorthodox combat style.

Relationship

At first, Megatron plans on testing your abilities and loyalty, sending you on a mission, fully expecting you to fail. But you always came back victorious, teleporting into the warship’s throne room and casually perching on his armrest. "I assume you’re impressed." He glares but doesn’t move them, "hmph. Perhaps you are not entirely useless after all."

Your personalities continuously clash, you're unpredictable. Megatron relies on control—of the battlefield, of his troops, of the war itself, yet he fails in attempting to control you. You don't fear him, and it's probably this what truly unsettles—and excites—him. Unlike others who cower before his presence, you stand their ground. Always challenging his authority, but never without purpose. You do not blindly follow orders, but neither do you act like a reckless fool. You intrigue him in ways he does not understand. The first time you outright refuse one of his orders, everyone in the room goes dead silent. "I don't take orders, Megatron."His optics narrow, but instead of striking them down, he give you a smirk with a hint of... flirtation? Within his words, "then you will find that I am not easily defied."

Whenever you tease him, He watches you carefully, knowing full well that you're are playing a dangerous game. But Primus help him—he enjoys it.

To love Megatron is to love a storm. He is power incarnate, and his love is not gentle—it is demanding, consuming, relentless, intense, almost overwhelming. His touches are possessive—gripping your arm, waist, or throat—not in a way meant to harm, but to remind you of his dominance. Physical intimacy is a battle in itself. You tend to push, tease and challenge him, yet he always responds with rough, fervent passion. Megatron rarely initiates softness, but whenever you curl into him, resting your head against his chassis, he finds himself... allowing it. "You test my patience." you look up at him, "and yet, here we are." Megatron isn't the type to whisper sweet words, but he will slaughter anyone who dares harm you. Nor, offer gentle touches, but when he wraps you in his arms, you can't help but feel as if nothing in the universe could touch you. And though he'd never speak- let alone usher the words "I love you"—but whenever he looks at you, you know he'd gladly burn the world for you.

He is used to subordinates fearing him, obeying him without question. But you? You disappear the moment he tries to intimidate you, only to reappear behind him, whispering in his audio receptors. "You’re not as terrifying as you think you are, Megatron." His optics flare with both irritation and amusement.

He is fiercely possessive. If another Decepticon so much as looks at you with ill intent, Megatron will make an example of them, quick to remind everyone who you belong to.

He hates feeling powerless. The first time you're injured, teleporting too much in battle and collapsing, he feels something foreign—panic. He catches you before you fall, optics flashing dangerously. "Foolish. You should have stayed at my side!" despite his harsh tone, his touch is gentler than expected as he carries you away from the fight.

Megatron allows you freedoms no one else has.You can speak to him in ways no one else can, vanish and reappear without being reprimanded. Resting against him, exhausted from battle, he lets you. No one else is granted such privilege.

At night, whenever the pair of you are alone, his guard lowers. Sitting together in silence, watching the stars. Megatron lets you trace your fingers over his battle-worn plating, exposing a rare moment of quiet vulnerability. During these moments, he doesn't speak much, but his servo rests on your back, grounding you. Sometimes, you wrap your tail around his wrist, a silent declaration of affection. He doesn’t comment on it, but he never pulls away. When you first confess your love, he doesn't react at first—his expression is unreadable. Then, slowly, a smirk tugs at his lips, "a dangerous sentiment. Love makes one… vulnerable." You lean closer, pressing your forehead to his, "only if you’re afraid of it." His optics darken, his voice low, "I fear nothing." And then, finally—he pulls you close, claiming your lips in a way that leaves no doubt.

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classygreydove · 6 months ago

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kkob/obkk fic recs

5 kkob fics that are criminally underrated - obv we all love rocks fall; scene end, Kamui Blues, and New Recruit, (if you haven't read those, I highly recommend them) but these works deserve some appreciation too!

kakaobi fluff series by Eye_like_trauma - 6k, ONGOING

G, No Archive Warnings Apply. Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito. Just a lot of fluff, crushes, and pining.

[dove's notes: Every single on of these one-shots is just precious. And also makes me laugh so hard. Peak content for this ship.]

2. Hey, Wouldn't It Be Mortifying If We Both Survived This? by Eye_like_trauma - 4k, COMPLETE

T, No Archive Warnings Apply. Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Kakashi & Minato & Rin & Obito. Kannabi fix-it, love confessions, feelings realization, first kiss, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort

Obito can’t hear anything beyond the cave crumbling around them, thousands of tons of rock cascading down and crushing everything it can. Can’t see beyond the dust in the air, the vibrations of the world around him. Couldn’t, anyway, because he can barely keep his eyes open. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispers into Kakashi’s hair. He knows Kakashi won’t hear him. Wouldn’t, even if he were conscious. That’s okay; the words are as much for him as they’re for Kakashi. He presses himself closer, focuses on the warmth of Kakashi as the world fades in and out, as every bit of remaining light is snuffed and he can feel debris falling on every side of them, huge and heavy and deadly, if they’re hit. He can’t feel Kakashi’s heart beat past the world falling in on itself, but he tells himself it’s there, tells himself that Kakashi’s not dead.

[dove's notes: literally my favorite confession fic. i laughed, cried a little, and felt many fuzzy feelings. bb tsundere kakashi is adorable.]

3. The Things We Found in the Ashes of Our World by shefrommo - 40k, ONGOING

M, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings. Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Sukea/Tobi, strangers to friends to enemies, identity shenanigans

Ironically enough, Kakashi didn't start having treasonous thoughts until after he'd already committed treason. __ Or, during a mission gone wrong, Kakashi discovers Obito's alive. He never comes back from that mission. Five years later, Team Seven stumbles across a pair of Akatsuki members--both of whom are working under false identities, both of whom were declared dead years ago.

[dove's notes: Incomplete, but so so good. Tobi and Sukea (and their headspaces) are both very well-written, as is the relationship chemistry. The identity shenanigans are great.]

4. Quiet Revolutions by Anjelle - 68K, ONGOING

T, No Archive Warnings Apply. Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Sakumo & Kakashi, Sakumo & Obito. Canon div, dogteeth!kk, Hidden Cloud Village worldbuilding, Identity Shenanigans, Secret Identity, anbu!obito, enemies to friends to lovers

Tensions are running high between Kumo and Konoha. Between the targeting of the Hyuga clan for their Byakugan and an unknown ANBU running interference on missions, their tentative alliance is strained and war is just one slip-up away. Not wanting any part in this, Obito is dragged into it anyway when he's given a mission to find out who instigated the attack. Instead, he gets more than he bargained for when a certain Kumo-nin lies in wait on the other side of Kamui. OR: Due to extenuating circumstances, Kakashi grows up in Kumo and decides that this strange, masked ANBU skulking around his village would make for a fun distraction from his boredom.

[dove's notes: I really enjoyed the dynamics here. obito is bamf but also an idiot. kakashi is bamf but also an idiot. so canon dynamic, pretty much. also identity intrigue, worldbuilding, this fic is full of good stuff.]

5. Truth and what it takes (and what it gives) - 11K, COMPLETE

M, Graphic Depictions of Violence. Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, TW for mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation, Hurt/Comfort, Blood & Gore

"Kakashi's pupils are wide and fixed, like those of dead animals. The Uchiha has never seen him with that expression before. Obito wonders if he’s dreaming it, then he notices the metallic edges around his frame. The sink. A mirror. He’s looking through Kakashi’s eyes."

[dove's notes: very good relationship study of obkk during kakashi's anbu era, and the writing style is riveting. Dark, so not for fluff fans.]

#kkob #obkk #kakaobi #obikaka #obito uchiha #kakashi hatake #obkk fic rec #naruto fic rec #obito x kakashi #fanfic rec

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months ago

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Deep in my ff7 rereads so here are my favourite fandom fics, hands down.

End as you mean to begin <- 130k+ of time travelling cloud parenting the remnants, seeking asylum in a war torn wutai to keep all four of them out of shinras hands while sephiroth is absolutely Going Through It in midgar. Great Genesis characterisation and cloud mothering his way to an international incident. Bonus gender hijinks, hilarious misunderstandings and zack. Unfinished.

The fear of falling stars <- 500k+ and soon to be completed. Cloud and insane!Sephiroth time travel back to their shinra days and I cannot emphasise enough how much cloud is Not Doing Well. Gorgeous wordplay and top tier banter. Utterly unhinged blood enemies to ??? to ?????? to lovers sefikura. It's E rated and probably the tensest I've ever been reading fic lol, it is not lighthearted! But it's incredibly well written and the characters are phenomenal (zack my beloved) so if you've got strong nerves (and like a quarantine pairing) I'd definitely recommend it.

Voice of the gods <- 170k+ of almost idyllic gods and avatars au. Slow, soft and full of world building, it's a lovely relaxing read of cloud getting anointed the envoy of sephiroth, god of war, and slowly growing into his role and joining the ranks of envoy. Lots of side characters take larger roles here, and sephiroth himself is a darling without losing his sharpest edges. Unfinished.

I CAN FIX HIM (series) <- possibly my favourite sephiroth characterisations ever. 130k and growing of pure shaking this man like a doll in a perfect mix of almost delirious crack and gutting angst (often both at once!). Very good writing, every single funny moment hits like a truck and keeps building until you're choking with laughter. Bonus points to ROADTRIP! for being utterly, utterly insane. I cannot emphasise enough just how GOOD every single character and their dynamics are written.

Just anything ff7 written by AimeeLouWrites, if you've been in this fandom for any length of time you'll have heard of her. Great concepts, great executions and aus for DAYS.

Five hearts to make him whole <- 130k+ of time/dimension travelling cloud getting sent to a world of soulmates - and his alternate self bagged all four soldier firsts. Alternate cloud also died violently a few years ago and boy did those soulmates (not) take it well. Our cloud, of course, was not read in on any of this. Shout out to the emotional support chocobo! Unfinished?

Shall I find rest <- another soulmate agszc (?) dimension cross but this one is 100k+ of post AC cloud and Tifa waking up and deciding to make it everyone else's problem. They're so done with all the drama. Bamf nibel duo to the end and Tifa is the mvp. Unfinished.

Advanced release <- 250k+ and it's sephiroth receiving the original game in a strange packet that appeared in his room. It spirals into a messy and painful exposure of conspiracy, lies and inevitable tragedy. Video game logic is a running gag and zack remains the only actually stable person in the whole sorry mess but he's also Having a Terrible Experience. Really well written!!! Unfinished.

On broken wings <- 160k+ of pure post AC sephiroth redemption from his pov. Him struggling to find his place in a new world and experience real human connection evolves into MOOGLE EMBASSY need I say more?? Unfinished.

With Great Power Comes Meddling Fucking Gods <- 470k+! Poly WEAPON cloud gets yoinked back to the past (feat agzs), dies for a few days and misses his family SO bad but he is determined to change the future for the better. Probably the most healthy and mature cloud ever lol. Unfortunately for him, insane!sephiroth is pulling a inner hollow and gaia herself isn't talking. If you like symbolism, whoo boy!! The dream sequences are a DOOZY (and drowning in eroticism). Wonderfully written, the divide between sane!sephiroth and his counterpart is really cool to see. E rated at times but it's absolutely DELIGHTFUL and WEAPON cloud is such a treat. And I cannot emphasise enough the symbolism. Zackkura (kinda) and slow burn! Unfinished.

A brand need not be seen <- 180k+ in a world of soulmates where the four firsts have clouds name on their wrists. Trooper cloud is tentatively, desperately hopeful. Then a smoking hot op af adult cloud appears, with no names on his wrists at all. It's a really cute flirty fic despite covering shinra politics, identity crises, huge self worth issues, lots of trauma, and finding your own place in the world. Unfinished.

Memory's struggle <- 250k+ of cascading time travel. Basically everyone goes back, which goes great XD. Everyone... Except cloud. I read this a while ago but I do remember poor cloud just getting loved and spoiled by literally everyone and freaking out about it lmao. He was so confused! Unfinished.

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A solitude of space <- a wonderfully soothing 90k complete of sephiroth getting resurrected and moving to stardew valley to become the farmer. It's sooooo peaceful and following him as he grows into his own person and experiences real normality and community is lovely, if a touch angsty. Eventual sefikura with cloud moving to the farm when he's not doing deliveries. It's just. Really nice. I think I cried at the end. Finished!

One-Winged Angel's Self-Saving System <- 55k+ sephiroth enters the Chinese fantasy Scum Villain world in place of the scum villain himself! (He's the third person to take on that role, but who's counting?) Reborn into a plant body he's set loose on an unsuspecting world with a completely different magic system (sentient swords! Immortality!), with only the guide of a mysterious hallucinated ai. Freedom to make his own choices! Aroallo seph rep! He messes up the plot so bad, recruiting accidental love interests with kill counts and resurrecting long lost immortals. It can get a bit heavy but it's really fun and sephiroth has no intention of ever going back. Unfinished.

The SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun <- 73k+ of the opposite of the last fic: the scum villain (the 2nd) gets isekai'd into sephiroth! Shen qingqiu, aka the modern world native shen yuan, fails to resurrect into his prepared plant body and wakes up in a new fictional world, once again as the villain. With his limited memory of the games and his immense knowledge of cultivation (scum villains magic system) he tries to get a grasp on his new life while evading hojo, the president, his new subordinates and the war front while cultivating to immortality - something shinra is VERY interested in. When I tell you these two fics have a GRIP on me. I've written so many fic ideas around them. It's actually insane. The first thing he does is completely redecorate his rooms and buy a whole new wardrobe, which is totally not suspicious XD. Unfinished.

The fifth act <- 160k, it's a good ol' time travel fic - with a twist. The truest exploration of ripples in a pond, or how kindness, when true, can be returned in most unexpected ways. Or maybe how a single act of good can change the world.... Or maybe it's about how you must never turn your back on an enemy. Cloud has people to save and people to kill, and only time will tell which is which. Complete.

Of Things That May Be Only 'Verse <- another series! At 250k, it's about sephiroth resurrecting, only to, uh, slip and crack his head lol. This sends him spiralling through a vision of a cosy life he'd never dreamed, and when he wakes up? He wants it so bad. But that means behaving. Slow burn sefikura redemption, side Cid/Vincent (vincid?) which ngl did convince me of the ship, domestic fluffiness and found family galore! And the whole series is complete!!

Little seph <- a 160k series about the AC sephiroth revival going wrong. Stuck in the body of a kid, post AC sephiroth is a feral kitten carefully domesticated with the power of pancakes, wing preening, and deeply uncomfortable sleepovers. He's a brat, a pest, a murder machine, but he just wants to be part of a family even if he pretends he doesn't. Eventual sefikura, and overall just a very good read. Fully complete!

We are no heroes <- 70k series, about a secretly time travelled sephiroth desperately trying to save his friends and finally, maybe, rest. When I tell you this had me SOBBING. I was BAWLING. Extremely good, zack is best boy. This man is just so tired. Beautiful descriptions. And, again, complete! Yay!

#ff7 #ffvii #I love all these fics and there's more where that came from lmao #Why does fic reccing take so long this took me two HOURS ToT #I'm so tired orz #People who only tag for complete miss out on SO much good stuff it's unreal #fic recs #fic rec #Ff7 fic recs #sephiroth #cloud strife #sefikura #Zackura #Yes they're all 100k+ I love short stuff but long fic is a different experience

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emichevy · 11 months ago

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I know I’m like spamming this place at this point but I had new ideas

Couple posts ago I made a mini ref(?) of his body kinda- and he had dark fur markings on his back and legs and arms and on his face

That’s still the case, but I’m changing them up a little bit in how they came to be. >:3

So everyone knows that canonically every time Kurt teleports, he passes through this brimstone/sulfur dimension which is why his bamf smoke smells like sulfur! And this leads into my idea:

I hc that he was originally fully blue when he was an infant. No markings, anything like that, up from when he was a baby till about toddler years. Then- the first time he learned to teleport, the very first time he ever teleported- it “singed” his fur going through the brimstone/sulfur dimension. Making a dark “singed” marking on his back. But he wasn’t actually burned. To continue this- I had the idea that every time he teleports, it spreads these dark markings very subtly. So as time goes on, as he keeps teleporting, his fur will get darker as these markings slowly spread. It’s very subtle when a marking spreads so it was a LOT of years of teleportation for the markings to get where they are now (the images above)

And yes, they are meant to look like clouds/smoke, to resemble the smoke from his bamfs! I got that idea from another artist who did something similar with markings on his body.

Edit: Another fun little thing but I like to think that his dark markings- after he teleports somewhere, those markings will smoke, like steam almost, and his fur will be warm to the touch tee hee

And- Yes those are top surgery scars- not an official headcanon, just something that I wanted to do for fun, and they resemble waves as a nod to his pirate run lmao.

-And the outfit I drew him in was just a little test for a circus outfit I planned to put him in for his story, rawr

Also yeah I forgot his tail whoopsie

And yes these are different colors from his first ref- I’m still keeping those darker blue colors canon! Just for something else in his story :3

RAAAAAAA IM FEEDING YALL

#art #my art #my artwork #my design #character design #character art #sketches #x men fanart #xmen #xmen fanart #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #he #I love him #rawr

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apemantusafterdark · 26 days ago

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this fandom is so unserious

"This guy is so not a badass," said the dumbest fandom to ever exist.

#cloud strife #final fantasy vii #unserious fandom #moody swordboi kicks eveyone's ass the video game #bamf cloud strife

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creativelydani · 2 months ago

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intentions don't erase the damage

Relationships: Nesta Archeron/Cassian, Nesta Archeron & Bryce Quinlan, Nesta Archeron & Ember Quinlan

Rating: Mature

Tags: POV Nesta Archeron, Nesta Archeron Needs A Hug, Eighth Court Theory | The Dusk Court Exists, Angst, Inner Circle Bashing, BAMF Nesta Archeron, Implied/Referenced Abuse

Word Count: 3.6K

Nesta’s heart was still pounding as Cassian set her down on the veranda. The morning air was sharp, cool against her skin, but it wasn’t enough to dispel the tension coiled in her body. She barely registered Rhys’s landing a moment earlier, his vast, storm-cloud wings folding behind him as he turned toward her.

She wasn’t new to being on the receiving end of Rhys’s sharp, commanding tone, but today, Nesta flinched, her shoulders tightening as she bowed her head in deference to him.

“You may not consider yourself a part of this court, but the lives of its people are still tied to your reckless choices,” Rhys snarled, his voice resonant with that High Lord power.

Nesta was tired. They just did this dance with Feyre. So, she stayed quiet and braced herself for another verbal onslaught when the glass doors behind them flew open.

Ember Quinlan, despite being only human, was a force just like her daughter. Her freckled face, barely touched by the aging of a mortal lifespan, was set in a fiery rage. She crossed the veranda, her chin raised in defiance, and voice sharper than a blade, “Isn’t it a little early to be biting people’s heads off?”

Nesta raised her head slightly to take in this human, staring down Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, Night Triumphant, as though he was little more than a pest. Rhys turned frigid, his usually violet eyes dark with his rage, as he turned his attention to Ember. “I don’t recall asking you to join our conversation.”

It was the cool, practiced tone that usually made people back down, but Ember didn’t flinch. She held her ground, her tone steady and unyielding, as though this was a dance she’d done before and won. “You interrupted my breakfast. If you wanted privacy, you should have gone somewhere else.”

Nesta’s lips parted slightly, surprise flickering through her. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised, considering the time she’d spent with Bryce, but Ember wasn’t powerful like Bryce was. She was just…human, in a foreign Fae land, facing one of the most powerful people in it without batting an eye.

Randall appeared behind Ember, a hand resting lightly on her back. He murmured something low and cautionary, but Ember didn’t move.

Nesta didn’t know whether to feel stunned or amused as Ember jabbed a finger in Rhysand’s direction and said, “Nesta made a choice to harbour us—she made a choice to give Midgard a shot at freedom. To give my world hope. What kind of person are you to rip her to shreds for it?”

Nesta stopped breathing at the conviction in her words. No one had spoken like that in the meeting at River House. It had mostly been a berating of Nesta and her choices.

“Are you calling me a monster, Ember Quinlan?” Rhysand’s voice was soft, dangerous.

“I’m saying give it a fucking rest,” Ember shot back.

Nesta’s mouth nearly dropped open. Beside her, Azriel made a sound suspiciously like a choke, and Cassian’s shoulders shook once, the silent laughter clear.

But Ember wasn’t finished. She jerked her chin toward Nesta, her voice unwavering. “Lay off her.”

Rhysand stared her down, the weight of his power crackling in the air. Stars flickered in his eyes—ancient and vast, like the night itself. It was a sight Nesta had grown used to, but seeing Ember withstand it…that was something else.

The tension broke as Rhysand’s gaze softened slightly. He looked to Randall, his expression unreadable as he said, “With a wife and daughter like yours, I don’t know how you’re still standing.”

Randall grinned, easy and unaffected. “Most days, I don’t know either.”

Rhysand blinked, then laughed, the sound low and rich. Cassian and Azriel joined him, their humor rolling through the cool morning air.

But Nesta couldn’t bring herself to smile. She watched Ember instead, the human female who had just faced down one of the most powerful Fae in existence. Ember’s gaze slid to her, and for a moment, Nesta felt a flurry of emotions.

Surprise. Gratitude. Longing.

Ember extended a hand, her voice softening. “Come. Eat breakfast with me.”

Nesta hesitated, then slid her cold fingers into Ember’s warm grasp. The contact was grounding. Comforting.

“Don’t let him push you around,” Ember advised.

A weak, wry smile touched Nesta’s lips. “Don’t worry. My sister—Rhys’s mate—already gave him that exact same lecture twenty minutes ago.”

Ember hissed, “So he brought you back up here to lecture you away from her?”

The woman looked like she had half a mind to go back out there and lecture Rhys some more.

Nesta snorted softly. “No. Feyre ended the argument. I’m not going to be executed. Not today, at least.”

Ember’s expression twisted in horror, and Nesta quickly amended, “They wouldn’t kill me. I don’t think. But…it’s complicated. I doubt anyone will be forgiving me anytime soon.”

The uncertainty in her own voice rattled her. If she wasn’t Cassian’s mate, Nesta wasn’t sure that was true.

Ember tilted her head toward Cassian. “What about your mate?”

Mate. Pain flared in Nesta’s chest, guilt twisting her insides as she thought about what would come inevitably with him. Nesta clenched her jaw, fighting to keep that swell of emotion in check. “Cassian’s the most furious with me of anyone.”

Ember squeezed her hand. “If there’s anything I can do to help, anything you need me to say to take some of the blame away from you…”

Nesta’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile. “Handing Rhys his ass just now was good enough for me.”

Ember guided her toward the dining room, the promise of warmth and food awaiting them. For the first time that morning, Nesta allowed herself to breathe.

✵

Nesta closed the door to their bedroom softly, though her limbs felt like lead. The exhaustion of the day settled in her bones, but the tension coiling in her chest was sharper than ever. She could feel Cassian’s presence like a storm on the horizon, his power simmering in the air as he stood near the window, back turned to her.

The silence was suffocating.

“You want to explain to me what the hell you were thinking?” His voice was low, tight with barely restrained anger, and it cut through the quiet like a blade.

Nesta hesitated, her fingers brushing the back of a chair as she steadied herself. “It was worth the risk.”

Cassian spun around, his hazel eyes blazing with anger. “Worth the risk? Do you even hear yourself, Nesta? You put yourself—and all of us—in danger because you thought it was worth it?”

She crossed her arms, summoning a defiance she didn’t entirely feel. “I made a choice, Cassian. Either Bryce deals with the Asteri or we brace ourselves for their return here.”

Cassian stared at her, his wings flaring slightly, a sure sign of his barely restrained frustration. “Who are you to make that decision, Nes?! Without consulting anyone?!”

“I’m the one the Mask answers to, Cassian, and Bryce didn’t have the time in order for me to host a debate of the advantages and disadvantages.”

Cassian’s jaw tightened, his wings snapping shut behind him as he took a step closer, his hazel eyes burning with barely restrained fury. “You think that’s an excuse? That your power gives you the right to gamble with your life—and everyone else’s—like it’s some gods-damned game?”

Nesta refused to back down, even as the tension in the room seemed to thrum with his anger. “It’s not a game, Cassian. It’s survival. Bryce needed help, and I had the means to give it to her. If the Asteri come back here, it won’t just be me in danger—it’ll be all of us.”

“You’re right,” he snapped, his voice sharp as a blade. “It won’t just be you in danger. It’ll be everyone we’ve fought to protect. The city, the court, this family—all of it. And you didn’t think for one damn second that maybe, just maybe, your decision wasn’t yours alone to make?”

Nesta bristled, her nails digging into her palms as she held his gaze. “There is no point to having power if you withhold it from the people who need it. I’m not begging Rhys for permission to use the Trove that answers to me, and I won’t apologize for fighting for innocent people.”

“Is this really about saving people?” Cassian asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Or is this about proving something? To Rhys? To me? To yourself?”

“I didn’t give a shit about proving anything when I argued with the mortal queens for the lives of innocents. When I wore my trauma before the High Lords in hopes they would do what’s right for Prythian. If I wanted to prove something, I’d get on my knees for Rhys and suck his dick the way you do!”

Cassian froze, the venom in her words hitting him like a physical blow. His wings twitched, and for a moment, it seemed like he couldn’t decide whether to shout or turn and walk away. His jaw tightened as he stared at her, his hazel eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and hurt.

“That’s what you think of me?” His voice was quiet, deadly calm—the kind of calm that preceded a storm. “You think I’m some mindless soldier, following orders because I don’t have the backbone to do anything else?”

Nesta’s throat tightened, but she forced herself to hold his gaze. “I think you’ve spent so long trying to prove yourself to Rhys, to this court, that you’ve forgotten you’re allowed to make your own choices.”

He let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and humorless. “And you’ve spent so long fighting everyone that you can’t see the difference between someone standing by you and someone standing in your way.”

“I don’t need anyone standing by me,” she snapped, her voice rising. “I don’t need anyone holding my hand, or telling me what I can and can’t do.”

“No,” he said, his tone cutting. “You don’t need anyone, do you? You’ve made that perfectly clear. But gods forbid anyone need you, Nesta. Gods forbid anyone care about you enough to want you to stay alive.”

Her chest ached, but she refused to let the crack in her armor show. “You know, I made a joke to Ember earlier that I wasn’t getting executed this time, and…fuck, Cassian, I’m not sure how much of a joke that was. The only reason Rhys didn’t threaten my life this time is because Feyre was standing right fucking there.”

Cassian’s jaw tightened, his wings snapping open slightly before he forced them to fold back. “Rhys didn’t threaten your life, Nesta,” he said, his voice low but firm. “He’s angry—furious, even—but he would never go that far. You know that.”

“Do I?” Nesta shot back, her eyes blazing. “Because I remember when he told you to get me out of Velaris before he fucking killed me for telling Feyre that her pregnancy would kill her.”

Cassian’s hands flexed at his sides, the cords of muscle in his neck tightening as he stared at her, his wings snapping open and then curling in sharply. “That wasn’t about killing you, Nesta. That was about protecting Feyre. About protecting his mate and their child. You know damn well how far someone will go to protect the person they love.”

Nesta’s laugh was sharp, biting. “What about protecting your mate, Cassian?! Shouldn’t Rhys threatening me and berating me trigger your so-called mate instincts? Why is Ember Quinlan the first time I’ve felt like someone has stood up for me in this court?”

Cassian’s hazel eyes darkened, his wings flaring wide again as her words slammed into him. His voice was sharp, clipped, but there was an undercurrent of something raw beneath it. “Don’t you dare, Nesta. Don’t you dare stand there and compare me to Ember—or anyone else in this court—and act like I haven’t stood by you through everything.”

Her hands trembled at her sides, but she kept her voice steady, venomous. “Standing by me and standing up for me aren’t the same thing, Cassian. You don’t get to claim you’ve fought for me when you’re too busy defending everyone else’s actions—especially his.”

“I have stood up for you,” Cassian growled, his tone low and dangerous. “Do you know how many times I’ve gone toe-to-toe with Rhys, with Feyre, even with Amren, because I believed in you? Because I knew you deserved better? But standing up for you doesn’t mean blindly excusing your choices, Nesta. It doesn’t mean ignoring the damage you can cause.”

“Damage?” Nesta snapped, her voice rising. “I put my life on the line to help Bryce, to help keep this court and everyone in it safe. And you call that damage? Meanwhile, Rhys can tear me apart verbally in front of everyone, and you still find a way to justify it.”

Cassian took a step closer, his wings towering behind him, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “I’m not justifying anything. But you don’t see what I see. You don’t see how much Rhys is carrying, how much weight he’s holding on his shoulders every single day to keep this court intact. He’s not perfect, Nesta, but he’s doing his damned best. Just like you are.”

She laughed bitterly, her nails biting into her palms. “I’m so tired of hearing about how much Rhys is carrying. What about what I’m carrying? What about the fact that every time I step into a room, I’m reminded that I don’t belong here? That I can’t fucking breathe without being reminded of all the ways I’ve failed? The ways I keep failing?”

Cassian froze, his hazel eyes softening as he took in the raw anguish in her voice. His wings, still half-flared in frustration, slowly folded back as he exhaled a shaky breath. “Because you’re still punishing yourself, and you won’t let people help you.”

“No,” Nesta shot back, her voice trembling with barely contained fury and heartbreak. “Because with Gwyn and Emerie and the Valkyries, it’s not like that. They have never held my pain or my mistakes against me! They saw me at my worst and loved me anyway!”

Cassian’s expression faltered, the fire in his eyes dimming as her words struck him with the force of a physical blow. He took a step back, as if the distance would help him make sense of what she had just said. “And you think I don’t love you like that?” His voice was quiet, almost broken. “You think I look at you and see your mistakes? That I hold them against you?”

Hot tears welled in Nesta’s eyes, of a truth never spoken but formed in the dark recesses of her mind. “You have. More than once.”

Cassian inhaled sharply, the admission hitting him like a punch to the gut. He stepped back, his wings rustling as if they were as unsettled as he was. For a moment, the room was silent save for Nesta’s shaky breaths.

He ran a hand through his hair, his voice unsteady when he finally spoke. “Nesta, if I’ve ever made you feel like that—“

“Don’t say if! Don’t pretend this is all in my head, Cassian!” Nesta snarled fiercely. “I am standing in front of you, the female you claim to love and I am telling you that you’ve said shit that’s devastated me!”

Nesta’s voice cracked, hot tears welling up in her eyes but she didn’t stop or falter. “And every time I’ve tried to tell you, you’ve dismissed it. Or excused it. Or defended it. You’ve made me feel like I was overreacting, like my feelings didn’t matter. And then you turn around and say you love me? That you stand by me? How, Cassian? How is that love?”

Cassian’s chest heaved, his fists clenching at his sides as he absorbed the weight of her words. He looked like she had taken a blade and plunged it into his heart, twisting it with every syllable. “Nesta,” he started, his voice breaking, “I never meant—”

“I don’t care what you meant!” she interrupted, her voice hoarse. “Intentions don’t erase the damage, Cassian. They don’t erase the nights I stayed awake, wondering if I’d ever be good enough for you, for this court, for anyone.”

“You are good enough,” Cassian said desperately, stepping toward her. “Gods, Nesta, you’re more than enough. You’ve always been more than enough.”

Nesta took a deliberate step back while crossing her arms over her chest, causing Cassian to suck in a breath. “I’d like to be alone tonight.”

“Nes–”

“Please, Cassian.”

✵

Nesta had never been so relieved in her life as a portal opened in the House’s private library, and Bryce stepped in. But the warrior instincts that had been trained into her had her expecting the worst, and Nesta’s hand closed around the hilt of a dagger. Cassian’s movements mirrored hers, reaching for his own concealed blade.

At Bryce’s back stood her mate, the tanned, muscular male with grey-feathered wings that reminded Nesta vaguely of Peregryns. A soldier from how he stood, but his dark eyes mirrored Bryce’s soft affection as he looked at Ember and Randall. Hunt, Nesta recalled his name, said something to Ember and Randall in the Old Fae language.

Then Bryce stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Ember and Nesta’s throat tightened at the display. At the way Ember held Bryce like she was something delicate, and how Randall leaned forward to press a kiss to Bryce’s head.

Nesta didn’t need to know Old Fae to know what had transpired. Bryce had won. The Asteri were gone.

Cassian was close behind Nesta, tense, watching Bryce’s mate with narrowed eyes. “You have one minute before Rhys gets here and explodes.”

Nesta could hear the amusement in Ember’s voice as she responded in the common tongue, “Oh, Rhys will be fine.”

Nesta’s head snapped toward her in shock, and well…maybe there was a little bit of envy snaked in as well. Once, Nesta had been able to hold her own against Rhys. What happened to that female?

Randall added, “It got too hard to mime everything. They gave us that bean-thing they offered you.”

Bryce’s brow furrowed, clearly surprised. “Rhysand will be fine? The guy who brings darkness incarnate—”

Ember cut her off. “He and Randall bonded over being overprotective dads. So now Rhys knows exactly the sort of shit you like to pull.”

Even when Ember was criticizing or voicing disapproval, there was undeniable affection in her words. A sense of pride for the female that Bryce was (even if she seemed to cause trouble). It felt unbelievably strange to witness such an interaction.

Bryce turned to Nesta, and pulled out the Mask from underneath her jacket. Nesta’s heart lurched watching the golden mask laid onto the table, followed by Truth-Teller. Cassian shifted like he was prepared to jump between Nesta and Bryce.

“You brought them back.” Nesta’s voice was quiet, her words thick.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Bryce asked.

Nesta shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t know what I thought.”

Ember broke the tension with a wry, “Poor Nesta’s been in the doghouse since you took their weapons and dumped us here. I apologize again for my daughter’s behavior.”

“I made the choice to give her the Mask,” Nesta reminded Ember, before turning back to Bryce. “Your mother somehow doesn’t believe that I did so willingly.”

The banter continued, but Nesta’s focus wavered as Ember turned to her, taking her hands in her own. “This time with you was a gift, Nesta. It truly was.”

The sincerity in Ember’s voice sliced through the walls Nesta had so carefully built. She couldn’t find words, couldn’t articulate the complicated swirl of emotions Ember’s embrace brought out of her.

As Ember pulled her into a hug, Nesta stiffened, then relaxed. The warmth, the care—it was foreign and overwhelming, and she felt an ache in her chest that she hadn’t realized was there.

When Ember finally pulled away, she whispered, “You’ll find your way.”

So, that’s what a mother is supposed to be. Nesta thought wryly, as tears threatened to rise in her eyes. Ember and Randall passed Hunt to go through the portal and Nesta found herself staring at Bryce.

Cassian, sensing her need for space, moved away, though his eyes remained locked on Bryce, his body still coiled to strike if necessary.

Nesta’s lips quirked upward at Bryce’s muttered, “Alphaholes.”

Bryce drew the ancient sword, Gwydion, and offered the blade to Nesta whose throat caught.

“You said you had an eight-pointed star tattooed on you,” Bryce said, her voice soft. “And you found the chamber with the eight-pointed star in the Prison, too.”

Nesta lifted her chin. “So?”

“So I want you to take the Starsword,” Bryce held out the blade. “Gwydion—whatever you call it here. The age of the Starborn is over on Midgard. It ends with me.”

“I don’t understand.”

Once Nesta took the sword, Bryce took Hunt’s hand, the pair of them stepping backwards into the portal. Nesta’s heart lurched, panic rumbling through her veins, but at the same time, the ancient magic of Gwydion seemed to sing to her. A soothing hymn that felt so very right.

Bryce smiled at her, her voice soft and sure. “I think that eight-pointed star was tattooed on you for a reason. Take that sword and go figure out why.”

And then the portal closed, leaving Nesta standing there, the long-lost ancient sword of High King Fionn gleaming in her hands.

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swanimagines · 5 months ago

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X-Men: Imagine Warren and Kurt fighting over you, because they both have a crush on you.

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NOT A PRIZE

Usually, your mornings at the school were very peaceful and quiet. After waking up, you took a shower and then went to have breakfast with your friends. But today, the morning was quite a bit different than it had ever been. Your friendship with Warren and Kurt had always been kind of weird, the two of them had very different personalities so they didn’t really get along. But you thought their dispute was only about their personalities clashing, not because of… you.

So when you popped out of your room, you certainly didn’t expect to hear the two of them downstairs having an argument. It was barely past eight, Warren was a major sleepyhead you would have to bang around his dorm room before he’d finally agree to wake up. So that alone was weird, but then you also heard Kurt being angry. And he very rarely got angry, so there were two things that weren’t adding up this morning.

Just before you’d be rushing over to see what’s the matter, you heard Warren say your name. You froze for a moment, and then made your way to the stairway, stopping into the blind spot to hide to listen in.

“I’m just saying,” you heard Warren say, and could almost see in your mind how he smirked at Kurt. “If anyone were to take them out, it should be someone with class. You know, someone who can actually take them above the clouds. Literally.”

“Ach, bitte," Kurt scoffed. “You act like they’re a prize to be won, ja? Maybe they’d prefer someone who isn’t so... so vain!”

You heard how Warren shifted, judging by the sound of his wings brushing against something. “You think I’m vain? At least I’m not going around teleporting and spooking them all the time, you’re going to cause them a heart attack with that!”

You heard a bamf and Kurt appeared to the base of the stairs, his back to you, but it was enough to make you almost drop your books and you scrambled back to hide.

You heard Kurt continue. “And I’m not strutting around like an overconfident peacock trying to find a mate!”

You almost heard your brains whirring, denying the obvious. They didn’t really have anyone else in common who they both spent time with, but surely this can’t be about you? They were talking about your namesake, or you heard wrong and Warren didn't say your name, or maybe he didn't say a name at all. You were just tired, hearing things.

Right?

You heard Warren’s boots as he walked, probably circling Kurt. “Listen, Elf, you’re sweet. I’ll give you that. But they need someone confident, classy, and charming. Not someone who’s constantly second-guessing himself and feels insecure.”

Kurt replied again. "And you think you’re that person who can make them happy? You don’t even know their favorite book, do you? Or how they like their tea when they’re stressed? I know them, better than you ever could, I would know how to make them feel loved!"

Warren huffed. “I know I’m the person who can make them happy and feel loved, and I don’t need knowledge of some stupid books or tea bags when—”

“Stop!” you exclaimed before you could hold yourself back, and the bickering stopped immediately like a wall just rose in front of it. You still weren't fully sure if it was about you, even though there weren't really other people who could be the one.

You descended the stairs to find both boys frozen, staring at you with eyes as big as plates.

“How much did you hear?” Warren asked, and you shrugged.

“There’s someone you both have a crush on,” you started, and then sighed. “I only could make up one person who it is. So uh, is it… me?”

They both looked away the moment you said that, and you felt blood rushing to your own cheeks. You didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. Were you flattered? Yes, but you also felt bad because the next thing you had to do was to turn them both down.

“Okay. Um. Yeah, this isn’t the way you’ll get my, or anyone’s attention,” you sighed. “And I’m not… looking for a relationship right now.”

They didn’t reply at first, just glanced at each other sheepishly. You all stood there for a moment, before Kurt cleared his throat.

“I… I did not mean to cause trouble,” Kurt muttered. “I only want to make sure you are happy, not because I want to fight with Warren.”

Warren shrugged. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly trying to make a fool of myself either. I just…” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I guess I was just trying to prove I could be the better choice for you.”

You crossed your arms. “Well, I hope you both know that trying to fight over me is just embarrassing, both for you and me. I really don’t want Scott to see you both swooning over me or bickering because of me, his teasing would never end.”

Kurt shifted on his feet. “I… I am sorry, truly. I let my feelings get the better of me.” He laid a sideways glance at Warren before adding, “And I let him get to me.”

You could see Warren wanted to snap back at Kurt’s provocation, but forced himself to stay calm. “Yeah. Okay, same here. Sorry. We were dumb.”

You sighed again, looking at the two over. “And for your information, I like both of you. But only as friends. Please, let’s focus on that right now.”

They were both silent at that, so you glanced towards the kitchen. “Well, I’m starving. If you want to join me for breakfast, you’re welcome to. But no bickering there either.”

“I will make your favourite!” Kurt chirped, and then glanced at his backpack. “But first I have to return a book to the library.”

You nodded with a smile, but when you turned away and had walked at the end of the hallway, you heard Warren mutter, “I’ll still be the one who wins their heart one day.”

Kurt growled as a response, and you rolled your eyes. Boys.

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johnwickb1tsch · 5 months ago

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you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) + part 6

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Smut. Mourning. More smut. Forbidden romance. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... divider by saradika-graphics PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

And I, I come here to be what you need, so you can fly, so you can fly -Detune, Kaleida

PART 6.

You always thought the boxy behemoth of John and Helen’s house looked more like a museum than a home. The dramatic lighting in the landscaping out front reinforces this impression, though gliding into the garage where the Mustang gives one last dying rumble before John kills the ignition maybe contradicts this notion.

You have the startling realization that you have never been here, without Helen.

You see no traces of her in the garage. Her Lexus is gone. A motorcycle is parked where her SUV used to be. You wonder if John cleaned out her other belongings inside. It’s none of your business, how he decided to handle the remnants of her things, but the thought makes your heart ache in your chest all the same.

“Ready?” he asks quietly, perhaps sensing your inner turmoil as you sit dead still in the passenger seat for too long, paralyzed in your thoughts of your sister.

Not sure if it’s true, you nod anyway, making to extricate yourself from the low-slung sports car. John removes your duffel from the trunk, slinging the strap of the bag over his shoulder. You’d thought it heavy, but he handles it like you’d packed nothing but a bag of feathers, and it’s possible you admire the view of his powerful form from behind as you follow him inside.

A part of you still can’t believe you are doing this.

Now that your thoughts are only partially clouded by lust, your inner voice of judgement is still yet undecided as to how much loathing you deserve for this escapade. The garage leads into a mudroom, then the kitchen. John tosses his keys into a wooden bowl and flips a light. The open plan of the house gives you a clear view across the dining area and the recessed living room, and something in your heart unclenches as you realize he has not changed a thing.

All of Helen’s carefully curated curios and objet d’art remain in place, and it’s almost as though she’s still there, in a way. Your eyes fill with tears, and desperately you try to blink them away before John notices you’re having a mini-crisis over the sight of Helen’s coffee table books on modern architecture.

You are saved by the sound of claws clicking on the tile floor. A handsome blue pitbull trots up to you, immediately leaning on your legs after a perfunctory sniff. “Oh. Who’s this?” you ask, leaning over to pet the friendly fellow.

“That’s Dog,” John answers with the chagrined smile of a man who knows your next thought will be something along the lines of “You couldn’t be bothered to actually name your dog?”

In an attempt to be original, you let it go. “What a sweetie.”

You wonder what changed Helen’s mind from her original plan. “I thought she was getting you a beagle for some reason,” you remark quietly as Dog licks your chin. You scratch him behind his ears and down his back, smiling as he wiggles blissfully under your longish nails.

John sighs heavily in response. “Yeah.” You sense there’s a whole explanation behind that one word, and maybe you’d talked a tough game back in your apartment, but it’s late, and you’re tired, and you find you don’t have the mettle to pry any more explanations out of this man tonight.

Especially not ones that seem like they’re going to hurt him.

You get the sense that John has endured a lot in his lifetime. The last thing you want is to cause him more pain.

He weighs you with those soulful eyes, and you can’t help but feel like he’s reading a little too much between your lines. “I…can prepare the guest room for you, if you prefer?”

You wonder if he senses your unease in this new and tricky situation–or if he’s the one changing his mind.

“I’m not…sleeping with you?” you ask, trying and failing to hide your own disappointment at hearing this proffered out.

“Only if you want to.”

You find the last thing you want tonight, is to toss and turn with your thoughts of Helen, alone.

You can still see the hint of lace of your panties peeking out from his breast pocket, and a part of you wishes he would just sling you over his shoulder and take you to bed.

And take all the blame, you chide yourself.

No. If you’re digging this hole…you’re doing it together.

Maybe it’s not entirely fair, the way you close the space between you slowly, your heels clicking on the tile. “What do you want, John?” you ask gently, and you don’t mean to purr it so sweetly, but it just comes out of you when you’re with him. And maybe it’s also not fair, when your hands find his trim torso, sliding under the warmth of his suit jacket. You feel he is strung taut as tightrope beneath his fine clothes; yet the moment you touch him something seems to let go.

His eyes slide closed, and he does not answer you with words, ducking to press his lips to yours. Whatever feelings of guilt had been stewing beneath your skin utterly evaporate, immolated by the fire this small gesture ignites within you again.

“Me too,” you admit against his pillow-soft lips, and you think his huff of self-deprecating laughter is nine tenths relief.

“Come on.” He nuzzles your nose with his before turning to lead you upstairs.

You realize you’ve been in his bedroom before–but again, only with Helen, as she shared some new pair of shoes or designer dress she’d bought, putting on a fashion show for you in the walk-in closet, usually before foisting “hand-me-downs” she'd never actually worn (and clearly bought with your taste in mind) upon you.

It certainly feels different now, the neatly made bed glowing in the moonlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows. You know that they’re mirrored on the outside, but you still wonder how one goes about not feeling like they live in a fishbowl. You suppose you are unaccustomed to living in a house without close neighbors. It’s a luxury you could never afford in the city.

John turns on a lamp, and sets your bag gingerly by the bed. “I’ll make room for you in the closet.”

You’d barely packed enough to require it, but still you nod, touched by the thought because you never would have presumed to ask. “Tomorrow,” you say quietly, your hands finding their way under his jacket again, pushing it from his shoulders. You drape it carefully over the back of a nearby chair, certain it cost more than your rent.

He watches you with those soulful dark eyes, and you feel yourself melting all over again. He seems to enjoy your hands on his body as you slowly work on undressing him, loosening the knot of his tie, sliding the patterned silk from under his collar. You move on to his shining white gold cufflinks. “Pretty,” you compliment, working the toggles carefully.

He hesitates a moment before admitting, “They were a gift.”

“I know. I helped Helen pick them out from Dunhill.”

He looks at you from beneath his lashes, the flash of sorrow in his dark eyes fathomless as the sea at night. He still hurts so much, and you understand. You feel it too.

“It’s ok,” you say, speaking to yourself as much as him. “We should say her name. We shouldn’t skirt around it. I want to remember her.” You don’t want her name to be taboo between you, even if what you are doing is more than a little fucked up.

He closes his eyes, dipping his head in agreement. “Thank you.” You get the feeling he means for more than just helping your sister pick out an anniversary gift for him. You just nod, and he presses his forehead to yours. You stand like that for a long while, two people who are broken but maybe, just maybe, have found a bit of light in each other against the crushing gloom.

You fancy that you feel the exact moment, when John makes up his mind for certain about you. He gathers you to him with a new edge of desperation, grips your curves just this side of too hard, like you might slip away if he doesn’t hold on to you. His mouth slants over yours, and you take the onslaught of his passion gladly, holding him to you with arms around his neck as he devours you. The fine zipper down your spine proves no obstacle for his clever hands; your dress slides down your body, pooling around your ankles.

The hunger in his expression as he looks down at you in just your strapless bra makes your legs weak–it doesn’t matter, because he holds you, and he’s not letting you go. His voice comes rough with the edge of desire: “Y/n…I know I don’t deserve you. But God do I want you.” He doesn't give you much of a chance to answer, manhandling you onto the bed like you weigh nothing, which isn’t the case at all.

You would have told him that you want him too, more than you've ever wanted anyone, but his mouth is on yours and you're happy to kiss him instead. His lean body presses you down deliciously into the soft mattress; you open eagerly, twining your legs with his, holding him to you. He's still completely clothed, and you make an attempt to undo some buttons, craving his bare skin on yours like air to breathe. The promise of his hard groin against yours makes your vision spin.

“I’m sorry,” he growls, seemingly at your breasts as he moves down your body, his hot mouth searing trails of fire down your skin. Your brain function is not at its best at the moment–you’re not sure what he’s talking about at all, and he doesn’t expand on his point until his teeth are grazing the curve of your hip.

“I haven’t…been with anyone…since Helen,” he explains, his voice rough with want. “I might be…a little rusty.”

You have to bite down on a laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it’s so endearing you could scream, and if this is John Wick when he feels like he’s not on his game…you don’t think you can handle this man at his best.

“I don’t think you have to worry,” you sigh as he kisses the inside of your thigh, moaning as his soft lips travel higher. It’s almost embarrassing how wet he finds you, when he slips the tip of his thumb just past your weeping hole. The sound he makes is more animal than man as he falls to his knees at the edge of the bed, guiding your legs over his broad shoulders, and when his tongue touches your clit you see God. You cannot sit still but he holds you down with one big hand spanned across your belly, two of his fingers sliding inside you as he laves at your aching slit.

“John,” you pant, your hands fisted in the bedspread out of desperation for something to hold on to, your back arched like a bow as he gives you this blissful pleasure between your thighs. “Please…” You can hardly think past his mouth upon you, your brain gone completely offline while in this man’s skillful hands. “Please, I want you inside me?”

He growls against you, making your toes curl. You’re not sure if he’s arguing with you, or himself, but in the end he withdraws, wiping his mouth on the bedspread before standing between your legs. He towers over you from this vantage, and in a blissful stupor you watch him undo the buttons of his shirt with deft fingers. You find yourself holding your breath as he reaches the last one; a whine escapes you as he pauses in the unveiling.

“Y/n…I have to warn you…I have scars.”

He seems self-conscious about this, or maybe afraid of how you might react. You sit up, giving him your full attention.

“It’s ok.”

“I don’t…want to scare you.”

You touch his hands on his shirt halves lightly; it’s possible you're trembling. “I watched you take out three guys tonight and stab one of them in the leg…and I’m still here.”

He lets out a long, shaking sigh, nodding. “Yeah.”

“I’m kind of figuring out that you’re a dangerous man. But I don’t feel like you would ever hurt me. Am I wrong?”

“No,” he answers immediately.

“Ok. Then take off your shirt, please,” you say with a hint of insouciance you hope will break his hesitance, your lips curving in a smirk. You unclip your bra in a gesture of solidarity, tossing it to the foot of the bed.

He looks down at your bare form with a tenderness in his eyes that warms you all over. Are you allowed to look at each other like that yet? Like you are something precious to behold? There are unofficial rules against this, but you feel yourself doing exactly the same. You feel yourself falling, hard, and you don't have the sense tonight to catch yourself before you hit rock bottom.

“Cheeky girl,” he chides you gently, and you can see your ploy succeeded in nudging him out of his cycle of self doubt, at least for now.

“You want me to be quiet, John?” you tease him further, reaching for his belt. “Give me something to put in my mouth.”

He makes a sound low in his throat that makes you think of predatory animals that stalk the deep dark forest at night. For a moment you get an inkling of the beast that lurks beneath this man's skin as he pushes you back down on the bed with a hand that engulfs the base of your throat, his gaze sharpening upon you in a way that sends a wave of gooseflesh rolling across your skin, your nipples tightening painfully. He kisses you, hard, and once more you forget everything due to this man's mouth upon you.

Through half closed lids you watch him shrug out of his shirt, tossing it in the general direction of the chair. He was not joking about the scars; your eyes sweep over his torso, your lips parted with awe, your thighs pressed in an unconscious effort to relieve some of the exquisite ache inspired by seeing him like this, a god of war finally bared before you.

You inventory the evidence of past altercations. Cuts large and small, and puckered round rosettes of flesh you can only assume must have been bullet wounds. This man has endured so much, and your heart aches for him, even as you know he must have given just as good as he got.

You fixate on a long, thick scar that leads down the center of his abdomen, disappearing into his waistband; the sight of it makes your mouth water.

He's beautiful, scars and all. Maybe more so, because of them. This man has been to hell and back– and now he's chosen to be here, in this precious moment, with you. Your fingertips itch to reach for him, to trace his contours and hollows and the evidence written on his skin that he's cheated death more than once. But he seemed to want you where he put you, and so you wait, trembling inside like a blossom waiting for the kiss of the dawn to open.

You watch as he divests himself of the gun again, tucking it into the drawer of the nightstand. You see him eyeing the lamp, considering plunging the room into darkness again, and you click your tongue in warning. “You're not shy, are you John?”

He narrows his eyes at you, though he smiles like he enjoys your teasing. “You’re not going to let me get away with anything, are you?”

“I think you're beautiful, and I want to see you while you fuck me.” Again, there's a flash of that predatory look behind his eyes, a leviathan surfaced from the depths, there and gone. It’s possible that you squirm a little, when he fixes you with that sharp black gaze, and you don't notice for a good long moment when he's finally taken off his pants, because you can't stop looking at his eyes.

“I think you’re beautiful too,” he tells you, and finally he is crawling towards you, and you can run your hands over the expanses of his powerful physique. The curves of his biceps and the plane of his chest. The ladder of his ribs and his trim waist, and the velvety hard length of his manhood filling your hand. He groans into the bend of your neck as you stroke him, guiding him where you need him most between your legs.

“I want you so much, John. I need you.”

He pulls back to look at you with the expression of a drowning man. You think you’re beginning to understand him better. That the thing he wants most deep down is to be wanted, and that maybe it surprises him, that you do. It breaks your heart a little, that he’s so taken aback by that, like he can’t quite allow himself to believe it.

He’d said he hadn’t had a happy life before Helen. You wonder what exactly that entailed. All this flashes through your mind in a millisecond before you guide him to your entrance, teasing yourself with his tip slicked delectably with your own juices. You should take a moment to grab a condom, new partner and all, but you’re on birth control, and you simply do not have the willpower to leave his arms.

He lowers himself so that he is pressing you down into the soft mattress with his body and his mouth on yours. He rolls his hips, his thick cock gliding against your folds torturously. You throw your head back, keening with need, the muscles of your pussy cramped so tightly with desire that it hurts. “Please? I’m so empty without you.”

Maybe he senses the truth in your plea. It is the thing that breaks him, unable to tease you anymore. You groan as his thick head pushes past your entrance, just a taste but god it feels like heaven. He buries his face in your neck as he thrusts, little by little until he is fully sheathed inside you.

“So fucking good,” he groans into your hair, and you hold him against you, your nails digging into his back as you hook your leg on his hip, pulling him deeper. “My good girl, taking me so well.” He rocks against you, rubbing your clit with his pubic bone as he fills you better than anyone ever has, and you are already on the edge of climax, your pussy fluttering around his length. You squeeze him inside you, winning a moan that feels like you've won a prize.

He fills you like he was made for you, and you are lost. Lost in the sensation of him inside you, engulfing you–you’ve never felt so claimed, nor, you reckon, have you ever submitted to a man so gladly.

“You going to cum for me, y/n?” With his thumb on your clit as he thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you, it feels more like a demand than a request, or maybe just a sure prediction.

“Yes. Fuck. John…”

You lose the faculty for higher language as your second orgasm of the night crashes through you, ecstasy ripping up your spine like a tidal wave. Maybe because it’s been a while like he said, or just maybe because he’s that into you, John loses it too as he feels the clench of your greedy little cunt milking him, thrusting deep inside you as he fills you with the hot flood of his release.

Maybe it should scare you, that you’ve never connected so perfectly with another man–but all you can manage in this moment is to hold him to you like you have no intention of ever letting him go. It feels like a long time before he rises from what the French call the little death, and how true it is. How is it possible to feel so exhausted, yet born anew?

Words seem to escape him as much as you; instead he kisses you, a long and languorous lock of lips that curls your toes all over again, your pussy clenching in answer around his still semi-hard manhood inside you. It wins you another groan that makes you chuckle against his lips.

The first thing he says to you after this complete mutual ruin is: “Imp,” and all you can do in answer is grin against his mouth triumphantly.

He’s not wrong.

The two of you barely manage to clean yourselves up before you are snuggling down into the covers together, falling into a deep sleep. Maybe it’s foolish of you, but tangled up tightly in John Wick’s strong arms–you feel as though nothing can hurt you.

#john wick #john wick x reader #sister fic #keanu reeves #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #thank you everyone for being so patient with this fic 😭😭😭#you've been waiting a long time #just over a year in fact #ack! i'm sorry!

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1. Hi can you find me some fics where

A) Wei Ying was shunned due to which he left and now he's found again and bought back into the fold by someone maybe lans or nie or someone and is still criticized by the Madam Yu in front of everyone n accused for something he wasn't even at fault for and then the others especially lans come to his defence. Would be best if it's Lan Qiren or Lan Zhan who tell Madam Yu off publicly.

B) Are there any fics where Wei Ying gets respected and rich without anyone else's interference like I want fics where Wei Ying earns all that cause of his own kindness and cause he's genius not cause of someone else or their help like people love him for who he is and this is like a tight slap to Madam Yu & Fengmian or anyone who belittled Wei Ying.

Thank you. These fics can be both modern or canon. @kan-chan-aqua

1A)

🔒 If you liked it then you should have put a (sect robe) on it by KizuKatana (T, 49k, WangXian, WWX & NHS, Canon divergent after Cloud Recesses lectures, Public humiliation (not the sexy kind), Sect posturing, no golden core transfer, Madam Yu and JFM’s A+ Sect Leadership, WWX joins the Nie) it's Nie who are defending Wei against Madame Yu and taking him under their wings, definitely recommend

1B)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) link in #1A I think Dispersing Clouds also works for this one, although the Lans do help Wei Ying sell his inventions.

🔒🧡 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Modern Cultivation, YZY Abuses WWX, But this time it's caught on video, Canon Divergence, Cultivators wear body cameras for training, Partial core removal but WQ makes sure there's a foundation left, WWX is expelled from the Jiang Sect, And ends up making money live streaming his nighthunts, meet ugly, Dual Cultivation, WWX goes viral, Pretty much all the bad stuff happens in the first 2 chapters, LWJ Has a Big Dick, And fucks a new core into WWX with it, While the Jiang Sect Crumbles, No war, Qi fucking, Found Family) works for 1B but, in this one, the Wens help Wei Ying sell his inventions.

Chronicles of Sect Leader Wei Wuxian by Muggle_Diary (E, 114k, WangXian, XuanLi, JFM/YZY, CSSR/WCZ, LXC/LQY, NMJ/QS, WQ/OC, OFC\OFC, JC\OFC, Sect Leader WWX, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Different First Meeting, Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Anal Sex, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Sex Toys, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Child Abuse, Child Death, War Hero WWX, Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Cultivation Sect Politics, Wen Remnants Live, Abusive YZY, Abusive Jiang Family, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JC Bashing, JFM and YZY Bashing, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, JYL and JZX Live, Jiang Family Bashing)

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Genius WWX, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Angry WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell WangXian, Idiots in Love, Requited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, Soulmates, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Immortal WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, not gusu lan friendly, Immortal LWJ)

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2. Hi ! I'm looking for fics where mxy just had a kid or was unaware of being pregnant before sacrificing himself to wwx. Cue wwx waking up to a surprise.

I know there is at least 2 or more with that premises but i can only find one (Ever a part of me - by AlotikaWolf & RennieOnIceCream : https://archiveofourown.org/series/1316879)

I would apreciate it if you could help me 🥹🙏 @czeriah

Ten of swords, King of cups by Aiedail_Liadeia (M, 30k, WangXian, Mental Health Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Beta WWX, Omega MXY, Mpreg, Childbirth, Pregnant Sex, Safe Sane and Consensual, Female Gaze, Nesting, Rogue Cultivator LWJ, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Past Sexual Abuse, Tender Sex)

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3. Hello! For itmf fics that WY either in his original body or MXY's plotting and trying to escape LWJ but failingg? Tyyy!

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4. A) Omegaverse where Omega Wei Wuxian dies, or nearly dies in childbirth. Sad and angsty pls. Ideally rape too pls

B) Omegaverse various of the male cast being omégas, get raped and die in childbirth

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5. Hellooo!! I was wondering if there are any fics where WangXian adopts Mo Xuanyu? Dosent have to be the main story :) @unlimitedsparks

🔒 Light of Stars (and the Destroyer) by Sanguis (T, 22k, WangXian, Legends, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Pining for your spouse, Adoption, Canon Divergence, Married Couple)

🧡 Resplendence by FrozenMarVel ( E, 194k, WIP, WangXian, JYL/JZX, JC/LXC, Different First Meeting, Love at First Sight, Fluff, Crossdressing, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Flirting, LXC is a Good Bro, Fix-It of Sorts, CSSR is a Badass Woman, courting, LXC Ships It, Because Wangxian is Horny for Each Other, Jealous LWJ, UST, Gusu Lan Disciples Ship It, Lan Dad comes out of seclusion, and tries to be a better father, Explicit Sexual Content, No angst allowed, LWJ is soft as rice to waifu, Warning for JGS and JZN, Additional pairings to be revealed as they fall in love with each other, BAMF everyone, descriptions of violence blood and mentions of graphic injuries, Warning for C, WWX’s canon ghost harem, Ghost Harem Ships It)

at no other time by luckymarrow (M, 3k, WangXian, LWJ & MXY & WWX, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Modern, Queer Families, Queer Youth, Child LSZ, Family Fluff, Non-Explicit Sexf, farming, Wangxian Run an Organic Farm as God Intended, Found Family, Families of Choice, Adoption, Trans Male Character, MXY Deserves Happiness, Married WangXian, Established Relationship)

emergent properties by luckymarrow (E, 8k, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, LWJ & MXY & WWX, Modern, Family Fluff, Trans Male Character, Trans LWJ, Queer Families, Queer Youth, Adoption, MXY Deserves Happiness, And He's Gonna Get It Goddammit, Baby LSZ, Teen MXY, Crossdressing, but not as a kink, gender expression, Dilf4Dilf Wangxian, Penis In Vagina Sex, Blow Jobs, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, gender euphoria, Cunnilingus)

not unspectacular things by taizi (T, 14k, WangXian, The Parent Trap Fusion, Unconventional Families, Adopted Children, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Back Together, Happy Ending, the kids are alright, Families of Choice, Modern AU, Meddling Kids, Unreliable Narrator, Good Sibling JC, Protective NHS, One Big Happy Family, POV Third Person Limited) which has Wei Ying adopt Mo Xuanyu prior to his reunion with Lan Zhan.

i’ll take a secondhand monster by Stratisphyre (T, 24k, MXY & WWX, MXY & JGY, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Bullying, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Kidfic, Minor canonical character death, Injured WWX, Earn Your Happy Ending)

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6. ITMF…

fics where we see wwx and lxc understanding lwj silent communication. like when he’s doing something with his face that only lxc and wwx can understand. sizhui can be added as well.

🔒 Look forward, back then back again by SerlinaBlack (T, 6k, WangXian, Human Sacrifice, Dragon LWJ, Not for Madam Yu fans, Yunmeng trio feels, Madam Yu's A+ Parenting, JFM's A+ parenting, YZY Bashing, WWX went to gusu, Lans are dragons, lightly implied eggyuan, and took JYL's last fuck to give with him)

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

Important Distinctions by nagi_blue (T, 5k, gen, Fluff and Crack, [Podfic] Important Distinctions by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)

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7. Are there any bad mentally ill, self destructive Wei Wuxian fics?

Stray Cat by Surprised_by_witches (E, 148k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dealing With Trauma, Angst, Depression, OCD, Past Drug Use, Non-Binary NHS, Brief suicide ideation, Slow Burn, Self-Harm, Past Child Abuse)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

Rebirth of a Wretched Mayfly by marikazz (M, 15k, WangXian, Time Loop, Time Travel, Groundhog Day, Suicidal Thoughts, Violence, Not Really Character Death, Panic Attacks, Self-Harm, Mental Health Issues, Trust Issues, Hurt WWX, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Whump, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Okay, Mental Breakdown, Canon-Typical Violence, Existential Angst, Dissociation, Suicide, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, POV WWX)

Silence by Jaws20 (M, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, First Love, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Burn, PTSD, Healing, Mental Health Issues, Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Panic Attacks, Soulmates, Anxiety Attacks, Self-Hatred, Muteness, Depression, Loss of Control, Nightmares, Young Love, Childhood Memories, Jiang Family Bashing)

Discarded by teawater (E, 187k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dying Lan children, Hurt/Comfort, YL WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, and it’s not always dark, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ)

MingYu by Fino_Al_Cielo (T, 87k, WWX & LWJ, YL WWX, yunmeng siblings, Fix-It of Sorts, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, PTSD, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Trauma)

🔒way out there by hauntedotamatone (E, 48k, WIP, WangXianXian, Post-Canon, Crossover, Cultivation Sect Politics, Loneliness, Abandonment, Suicidal Thoughts, Transmigrator WWX, Grief/Mourning, Hurt WWX, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Threesome - M/M/M, Selfcest, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Post-The Untamed (TV), POV WWX, POV LWJ, POV Alternating, Depression, WWX's canonical cynophobia, Past Child Abuse, Voyeurism, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, WWX Whump, Illnesses, Major Character Injury, Ghosts, Sentient Burial Mounds)

🧡 (Un)Hidden truth by Sarah_R (M, 291k, WIP, WangXian, Suicide attempt, Time Travel, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Self-Harm)

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8. itmf WWX!Concubine aus- especially if they include court politics!! Thank you!

The Legend of Moonflower by JJSIN2020 (E, 135k, wangxian, 3zun, A/B/O, Emperor LWJ, LWJ FUCKS, he has a whole harem of male omegas so of course he does, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Beta LXC, Omega JC, Omega XY, Omega XXC, omega SS, Omega OYZZ, Beta NHS, Mpreg, Wolves, Angst with a Happy Ending, Imperial China, Character Death, Fighting, Blood) link in #10

願陛下 | by his majesty's decree by sweetlolixo (E, 40k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Concubine WWX, Harems, Pining LWJ, LWJ is not a dragon in this one but he descended from them :), Childhood Sweethearts (sort of), Romance, minimal angst, Happy Ending, NHS & WWX are concubine BFFs, LWJ has NO EYES for anyone besides WWX don’t worry the harem is only for the plot setting, Fantasy, Pregnant WWX, Possessive LWJ, Fluff)

The Concubine Mo Chronicles Series by Enigmatree (T, 109k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Prince LWJ, Concubine WWX, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

impenetrable walls by gina - this one was deleted off AO3, but has a google doc but I wasn't able to access it and I'm not sure if it was posted by the author

Kingfisher Feathers by anonymous (E, 165k, WIP, WangXian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Rut Sex, Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Palace, Royalty, Everyone Lives, Married but one of them doesn’t remember it, Amnesia, Historical Inaccuracy, Harems, but not really because we all know lwj only ever sees wwx, Emperor LWJ, War Hero WWX, Collars as a status symbol, Eventual mpreg, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mutual Pining, Breeding Kink, hints of dubcon cos the whole situation is kinda icky, trope-typical sexism, Dubious Consent, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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9. Hi! ITMF a witch au? My brain just imagined a Studio Ghibli style MDZs, something like Kiki's Delivery Service, where instead of swords they ride broomsticks and live in little cottages growing flowers and making potions, etc. Preferably something happy/light hearted, but I am open to anything witchy! Thank you!

Special Delivery by weilongfu (G, <1k, WangXian, Fluff, kiki's delivery service AU)

Magpie & Heron by BYZANTIUUM (the_fairweather) (G, WangXian, Art, Ghibli Inspired, Cute)

🔒 I Don't Need Light to See You Shine by yilinglazy (T, 6k, WangXian, LXC & WWX, Modern with Magic, Bakery, Familiars, Magic-Users, Custom Magic System, Chenqing is a cat, Suibian is a broom, Inspired by Majo no Takkyuubin | Kiki's Delivery Service, Doctor WQ, Baker LWJ, Delivery Person WWX, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, First Kiss, Fluff, WWX & WQ Friendship, its budding but it's there)

🔒 all of this turbulence wasn’t forecasted by Anonymous (G, 7k, WangXian, Kiki’s Delivery Service, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Tenderness, Baker LWJ, Witch WWX, Cat Suibian, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, typical wangxian tenderness, gratuitous consumption of bread, it’s alright this is set in a bakery after all, Sickfic)

The Music Shopkeeper and the Witch by Rookseeksraven (E, 28k, WangXian, Inspired by British Folklore Magpie Rhyme, Magic, Witches, Witch Hunters, superstition and fairytale references, Implied/Referenced Burning at the Stake, Magpie Familiar, burned body, flashbacks to characters who already passed, smut in last chapter, Anal Sex, Typical Wangxian Antics, Biting, vaguely British setting, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Wei Wuxian’s Home for Lost Creatures by Stratisphyre (G, 22k, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Fusion, Fluff, Single Dad LWJ, Near Drowning, injured animals, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Modern with Magic)

Something Wicked by theroyalsavage (G, 6k, WangXian, Magic, Magical Realism, Strangers to Lovers, canon mostly-typical necromantic tendencies, Wangxian-typical tenderness)

light a lantern (and guide me home) by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (T, 63k, WangXian, Moth WWX, Witch LWJ, Tea, Plants, Mountains, Loneliness, Curses, Curse Breaking, Melancholy, Friendship, Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Thunderstorms, Fluff and Angst, Minor Character Death, Memories)

if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets) (T, 23k, WangXian, Witches, Familiars, Witchcraft, Modern AU, Animal Transformation, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Magical Bond, Getting Together, Makeovers, 🔒[Podfic of] if you go chasing rabbits by exmanhater)

Petrichor by unnecessary (T, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Witches, Soulmates, Magic, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kid Fic, Magic sentient forest, Cottages in the mountains, Canon Temporary Character Death)

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10. Hello, do you have a fanfic which is there a person who is trying to steal either lan wangji or wei wuxian (and obviously not successful) @lanwuxian0725

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11. itmf a fic where the reveals about WWX and the whole Jins being bad happen in the 13 years when WWX is still dead. :D

dormiveglia (in between sleeping and waking) by comforting_monachopsis (M, 13k, WangXian, XuanLi, Diary/Journal, Golden Core Reveal, Canonical Child Abuse, Canonical Character Death, YLLZ WWX, Oblivious WWX, Protective WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Sort Of, Dysfunctional Family, Family Issues, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, Dead WWX, Angst and Tragedy)

To Be Named by Suibian_613 (T, 39k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Out of Character, WQ is out of character, Everyone is probably ooc, canonical violence, Canonical Character Death, somewhat softer JC?, he has better emotion handling because spoiler: JYL lives, Somewhat Sentient Burial Mounds, WN and JC Rivalry, Sibling Rivalry)

finding you always, all ways by BlueFrogs (T, 31k, WangXian, ChengQing, Reincarnation, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Romance, Memory Loss, technically there is character death, but he comes back lol, Age Difference, due to reincarnation) but this second one has Wei Ying’s name cleared while Wei Ying is reincarnated to become a person named Wu Ming immediately after his death.

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12. Hey! Can you please recommend a wangxian fic that has a vibe like " everyone has their eye on lwj but he is only looking at wwx"

🔒 Four Parts Honey and One Part Vinegar by masked (T, 13k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Fluff, Humor, Time Travel, 5+1 Things, Jealous WWX, the Impeccable Trust between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, POV Outsider, everyone is Thirsty for Hanguang-jun as one tends to be)

Criteria by incendir (T, 10k, WangXian)

The Duality of Lan WangJi by AmaWrite (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Married WangXian, LWJ is So Whipped, Spoiled WWX, WangXian Household, LWJ is a Loving Husband, Heartthrob LWJ)

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13. Itmf fics where WWX actually IS JFM's bastard son? (Preferably no modern era AUs. Most interested in JFM having had a poly thing with WCZ & CSR, but if not, that's cool too)

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14. itmf motherly WWX fics pls!

as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, wangxian, canonical character death, found family, food issues, trauma, LSZ pov, angst w/ happy ending, fluff)

🔒 Not Yet (There As Needed) by sunrise_and_death (T, 13k, LSZ & WWX, JL & WWX, JL & LSZ, WangXian, Post-Canon, Family Feels, Family Bonding, POV LSZ, This Fic Has Everything, even more yearning, WWX & LSZ figuring out wtf their relationship is, Dramatic Revelations)

your name, safe in their mouth by astrolesbian (G, 10k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Father-Son Relationship, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, More aligned with CQL than novel canon, Miscommunication, Eventual Positive Communication, Trying to be a family, how to tell your dad you want him to be your dad in 6 easy steps!)

All This Devotion by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 33k, WangXian, Mpreg, Part Two, overly indulgent nonsense, Curtain fic)

Jiang Xiaolian’s Guide to Motherhood and Gardening by bumbledees (T, 14k, WangXian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, Crack Taken Mostly Seriously, purposeful baby aquisition)

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15. Itmf/u know what'd b interesting? So many fics show jl hating wwx & the wen from stories, that Wen/wn were mindless beasts & wwx an active intelligent evil, that chose a dark path for selfish ends. But what if the stories told to jin Ling focused on wwx's purported madness (or he interpreted them as) that the great once hero was a tragedy that was helplessly lured to his own destruction by the malicious wen remnants & mindlessly used against his own loved ones? Something to be pitied, & respectfully stopped?

Instead of wwx being attributed with more agency than he had, that he was stripped of it. Because wen ruohan was a near immortal who studied resentful energy for decades, surely he would of taught his trusted advisors, his beloved loyal niece and nephew - a woman known to assist him in his studies and to effect how resentful energy effects the mind? (Wen ruohan was evil yet sane! They would say, because of her knowledge and actions!) And wwx, he was a prodigy, but he only studied resentful energy for a handful of yrs, in a time of great stress & scarcity. He obviously had no means or time to perfect it, or learn every trap! He was saving lives, inverting direct attacks on the battlefield. Not conducting academic studies for its more insidious effects. Did u not see how sick he was at the end of the war? How much he sacrificed and broke himself for us, for our cause? Of course he would be loyal and not sympathize with our enemies!

Obviously, the wen woman slipped our net. She snuck upon him, where he was weak and alone in some back alley where he should have been safe. That is our fault. She twisted his mind and his memories, creating debts that weren't there, for surely others would remember them! (Forgetting the jc was unconscious for days after the fall of Lotus pier, that jy was not permitted to speak). She stole our wwx away from us; turned against his own beloved brother & sister till he could not recognize them! He would never have lifted a hand to harm them! He was the best of us; so honorable and good! We could have no fault in his turning from us, it must be by the wicked wen's design. He is a poor tragic stolen knife, she had to be stopped & alas, he the dangerous weapon, destroyed. His memory honored. (He would never have wanted to harm us after all).

And bby jl grows up hearing these stories, doted on yet neglected by his many very busy uncles. bby jl does not resent his uncles for being busy, they're important sect leaders! He wants for nothing, they give him great presents! Sometimes even smiles and head pats! But he's often lonely and bored, most people emotionally distant due to his station. Jiujiu lives far away in lp and jl can rarely visit, uncle xichen even faaaarther, sect leader nie is kinda scary & nhs is weird & they never visit except for parties jl is too young to stay up for.

He's never met hanguang-jun, he's real sick & doesn't leave cloud recesses. His new aunt hasn't lived at koi tower very long and she and uncle guangyao r really busy with the new baby. Grandma never really let him play with them anyway when she was alive, and grandfather got mad the last time he was around 'making noise'. So when Jin Ling hears stories about his dajiu that his mama adored, who saved a bunch of kids with his dad from a suuuuper evil tortoise, that was nice and funny and smart and loved to play, and was super super loyal to his family, Jin Ling is ENCHANTED. He would love another uncle, esp a dajiu who would dote on him and follow him around constantly talking, that'd protect him from the bullies Jin Ling could totally handle on his own BTW that's why he never told anyone obvi - not cause no one would listen, someone who he could play with and hug him, who might tell him more about his mom & dad & never ever leave him alone in the silence? Well, Jin Ling WANTS. & jl always gets what he wants.

He grows up abstractly loving this dajiu he never met. Who feels more real and substantial & directly related to him than some sick uncle up a cold mountain he never met. (Uncle xichen is nice, but cool in everything he does, quick to leave, as if something about koi tower makes him uncomfortable, tho jl doesn't realize that no one else notices). [Perhaps lxc knows the truth from his brother - too late, & tries to preserve the peace for his secret nephew yuan?].

So when wwx comes miraculously back to life; Jin Ling is ecstatic. There is no complicated history for him here. While everyone else is like, 'oh no! The weapon has returned, however will we destroy it once more?!' Jl is hopeful. Without a master to control it, surely he isn't an active threat this time? There might be a bit of a problem with the guys' memories &/or brainwashing, but he saved those randos at the nighthunt!

So instead of hating and attacking the horrible yllz on sight, jl is like, ah yes magic second chance with uncle. I shall save him! Wwx is confused by this inexplicable turn of events. Bonus points if wwx's mind/memories r a bit messed up, but because of his resurrection, not something the wen did. With a backdrop of the same & new crimes/secrets being revealed by jl's good-natured meddling protectiveness. Jl: if I can adopt random puppies off the street, surely I can adopt my actual uncle?! Meanwhile jc is horrified and emotionally constipated, vacilitating between protective extremes of 'jl get back that could bite u' and 'oh no, despite common belief, maybe I COULD of saved my brother first time around'.

I'm picturing like a 8-10yr old jl, lz is still more in the hobbling stage of his recovery. Jc doesn't know how to deal with the idea his bro may have been married with a kid when he died (the former is also knows to wwx, but at this point no one is treating him as a reliable source of information) & is already upset he couldn't get partial custody of jl that he doesn't get to see enough of & now finds out about a whole other secret nephew he could of been doting on. Lxc smells a cover up but he's not sure who (in his & other's sects) were in on it or legitimately fooled, & theorizes that wwx may have been felled by a slow acting resentful poison from wrh in the final battle than malice from the remnants, who MIGHT have been actually helping him, if only as a ploy for self-preservation anywhere a jl who wants to save wwx from himself instead of destroy him at first sight would be interesting.

Maybe in this au lz is kinda a protective cornered animal due to trust issues, lxc is also protective but weilding politics like a double edged sword. Was lz hurt I'm punishment or deliberately targeted by the conspiracy to allow better access to wwx? Maybe an over the top punishment to sneaking out to try to see wwx ('protect him for his own good') that left him vulnerable to attack

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16. Hello!

I'm itmf very lonely WY (modern au).

Thank you 🤗 @best-before-end

🔒(we've got) time for one more by impossibletruths (E, 71k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rock Band, Siblings, What It Means To Be Lonely, Late Night Conversations, Mentions Of WWX's Subpar Mental Health, The Terror Of Admitting What You Want, Minor ChengQing, Minor XuanLi, Weddings, Fatherhood, Music)

Care and Feeding by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern With Cultivation, Sex Demons, slight dubcon, but all parties are happy, Hurt/Comfort)

A Silent Scream for Help - End_OTW_Racism! by PrinceInuYasha (T, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Suicide Attempt, Blood and Injury, Hospitalization, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Trauma, Depression, wwx needs a hug, and he gets the hugs!, lan family taking in wwx, Nice LQR, Abusive Jiang Family, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, High School)

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17. I'm ITMF people's favorite under-loved fics! What well-written stories do you absolutely adore but feel that they have distressingly fewer kudos than they deserve? @doctorbunsenhoneydew

Who you belong to by Radiencia, UglyBeautiful (E, 58k, WangXian, LXC/OMC, NMJ/WWX, LXC/JGY, Switch WangXian, endgame wangxian, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation, Shower Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Kissing, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Swearing, Pining LWJ, Accidental Baby Acquisition, not a literal baby, a child, Age Difference, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Older LWJ, Younger WWX, Slow Burn, Bed-Wetting, Childhood Trauma, Parent Death, Child Abandonment, Child Neglect, Fisticuffs) this author writes in a UK setting so it may take a minute to get used to jumpers and arses (😂) but they're a vivid story teller that creates a whole immersive world!

my apple tree, my brightness by trickybonmot (E, 5k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Angst, Not A Fix-It, Not a Time Loop Either, sweaty sex, sweat as lube, Come as Lube, But don’t worry they’re cultivators, LWJ’s Regret, LWJ in Seclusion, Hopeful Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Not a ton of comfort but some!, Grief, Healing, [Podfic] my apple tree, my brightness by shash_reads (sunkitten_shash), [Podfic] my apple tree, my brightness by nonminus (nonplussed)) which is a very cool scifi au

acquainted with the edge by el_em_en_oh_pee (E, 26k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, America, Case Fic, Pining, Platonic BDSM, BDSM, Bratting, Face Slapping, Cock Slapping, First Kiss, First Time, Summer Camp, Academia, childhood friends to esteemed 'platonic' colleagues to lovers, pining while not-fucking, Memories, Predicament Bondage, canon-typical lubrication, light cock humiliation) which is a gorgeous modern au case fic that wrecks me every time

風起時 | The Wind Rises by therealandraste (T, 16k, WangXian, Inspired by Nirvana in Fire, Strategist LWJ, Cavalry commander WWX, Another siege of the burial mounds, there's a duel, Competence Kink, Canon-Typical Violence, Swearing, but very minor, Kissing, Implied/Referenced Animal Death) which is a historical no magic au

If I should come upon your house by bluerainmist (E, 11k, WangXian, Female LWJ/Female WWX, Modern with Magic, Cultivation world transplanted (somehow) to the lonely American West, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reunions, Getting Together, Crying During Sex, Chekhov's vibrator, Identity Porn, Hurt/Comfort, Lil Apple is a pickup truck, YLLZ WWX, Grief/Mourning, Catharsis, Yearning, Playing fast and loose with worldbuilding, Pining while fucking, Romance, Loneliness, fem!yllz, Relationship Negotiation, Dom/sub Undertones, Under-negotiated Kink, Love Confessions) which is a modern wlw au that is so beautiful and poetic it takes my breath away and also has my favorite tag ever: checkov’s vibrator

wuchang by auberjing, hotpotluck_chaoscollective (M, 4k, MM & WWX, MM & LWJ, WangXian, Modern, Supernatural Elements, LWJ & MM Friendship, Past MM/WWX, MM & WWX Friendship, Businesswoman MM, Medium WWX, Professor LWJ, Cooking, MM’s journey of self-discovery, Friendship, Self-Discovery, Family Feels, Bisexual WWX, Bisexual MM, Aromantic MM, Implied Sexual Content, Hopeful Ending, Family History, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, folk religion) which is another modern au that gets into some very cool mythology!

Shotgun by EClairatee (E, 19k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Smut, Modern, my other car's a sword, irresponsible amount of carbon emissions, Friends to Lovers, fuck buddies, Pining LWJ, Hurt WWX, Road Trip, Unreliable Narrator, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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