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mockerycrow · 2 years ago

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Frozen Fingertips [2/2] (Ghost x GN!Reader)

ghost masterlist - part one

Summary: Ghost struggles to keep you alive through these harsh times.

A/N: I’m so glad you guys enjoyed part one!! i did not shrink the font of this one because i realized that it may strain some peoples’ eyes. this is not as angsty as i wished it to be, and it isn’t as long as i hoped. i apologize. tbh i don’t like this, but i hope y’all enjoy

[WARNINGS: Descriptions of developing hypothermia and frost bite, delirium, near-death experience(s), angst to fluff.]

THE BLIZZARD WAS not stopping and it didn’t show signs of stopping any time soon, which honestly terrifies Ghost because of your awful condition. Despite his previous efforts, you quickly slipped back into a delirious state of developing hypothermia—a state you weren’t completely aware of, but you knew something was wrong. You could vaguely acknowledge the way that you were fading in and out wasn’t normal, but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it. What you hated was the painful tingling and the weird.. harsh cold entering your lungs every time you took a deep breath. You’re so warm, yet your lungs burn cold.

You only saw times in glimpses—what you thought was likely a matter of hours, expanded across a matter of a few days. The harsh blizzard was unwavering, it’s snow falling from the sky harshly messing with the radio signals. Ghost would sit by the window with his personal radio on his vest, along with the emergency signal radio he had stowed in his pack. He would get small glimpses of other peoples voices—Price’s would come through occasionally, luckily long enough for Ghost to update him about their situation and their whereabouts, your condition; but Ghost was never able to provide an update about an exact location. The windows were frosted over and even when they weren’t, all Ghost saw was endless snow and pine trees far as the eye can see, until they eventually faded from view due to the snow coverage. Every time Ghost suddenly becomes aware of his breath, he can’t help but glance over at you; wrapped up in two sleeping bags, sitting way too close to the fireplace—sometimes shuddering, and sometimes.. not moving at all. His heart drops to his stomach when he doesn’t see your breath in the air. He calls your name loudly, firm and demanding and when you don’t answer, he scrambles from his position by the window. “Fuck,�� He utters. “Fuck!”

Ghost ignores the pain in his knees when they harshly bash against the ground as he kneels next to you. He grabs your face by your cheeks, startled by the hue of blue on your lips. “Bloody bell—wake up!” Ghost snarls, somehow managing to keep his voice steady. He holds his breath until he sees your chest slowly yet shakily rise—and then you exhale very slowly, and clearly with amounts of trouble. Relief floods Ghost’s veins, but it’s quickly replaced by frustration and panic. You gasp quietly before you begin to shiver uncontrollably again, and taking Ghost completely by surprise; you open your eyes. Your eyes are glazed over, your eyelids puffy. “[Name]?” Ghost questions, his eyes staring hard into yours, silently noting your dialed pupils. “[Name], can you hear me?” If you do, you don’t make coherent indication. Your tongue darts out and wets your lips before you croak out, “I gotta pee.” Ghost huffs and shakes his head, his hand shooting up and laying on your chest—which is covered by many thicker layers, so disregarding Ghost’s hand, it’s not very likely you could’ve gotten up without help, anyway. “You went an hour ago, yeah? You need to stay layin’ down.” You groan and despite your arms being tucked into your multiple covers, something moves against the fabric as if to swat Ghost’s hand away. Ghost can’t help but swallow nervously; he isn’t stupid, he’s aware you’re in one of the stages of hypothermia, he told Price as much. He’s been able to keep the frostbite at bay, but he’s running out of firewood. It’s snowing way too damn hard for him to even pick up stray logs and sticks laying around. Your slowed heartrate, increased urge to urinate, slow cognitive functions, slurred speech, cold skin—blue lips..

It’s not looking good and Ghost doesn’t want to think about that, but that’s all he can see of you right now, so how could he not? And it’s hard both mentally and physically to stay in this cabin, seeing you deteriorate while he himself is getting absolutely fucking freezing. Ghost has had to shed a layer or two just to keep you alive. He can’t deny the way the cold air is scratching at his skin, seeping through his balaclava and into his jaw, nearly making his bones hurt. Ghost clenches his teeth as he shudders for a moment, eyes fluttering closed just long enough to gain his composure. Fuck. Ghost doesn’t want to die here. He doesn’t want you to die here, not like this. Not in a run-down abandoned cabin with shitty insulation, where frostbite is nipping at your fingers and where the cold is finally getting to Ghost’s head. He grits his teeth and sits back on his ass normally with a gloved hand to his head, his vision absolutely swimming. “Stop it,” He grunts quietly. “Hafta stay up.” Ghost takes a deep breath and grunts as he pushes himself to his feet, his boots booming against the wooden floor as he walks over to the area where the firewood is kept. He grabs a few of the pre-cut logs and he makes his way over to you and the fireplace, tossing the logs into the ashes, slowly refueling the dying embers. Ghost sniffles a little under his mask as he grabs a piece of paper and takes out a lighter, lighting it on fire before quickly tossing it into the fireplace to make a better fuel source. He crouches near the growing fire, taking his spot by your feet. Ghost sucks in a shuddering breath and rubs his upper arms, and he can’t help but take another glance at you. You stopped trying to get out of your warm enclosure of blankets, but your eyes were darting around the room slowly, unfocused and hazy.

Ghost’s chest clenches for a moment and he walks back over to your shivering form, and he already did it, but he presses his fingers against your lukewarm skin—nearly cold. Your eyes flutter again and then they vaguely glance in the direction that you think he’s in; which you’re almost right, but a few inches off. You try to speak but a quiet choked noise leaves you, your breathing shaky—finally from fear this time. Ghost puts his finger to his mask in a shushing motion, trying his best to keep you calm. “You’ll be alright, yeah? Gotta wait until the storm’s done brewing out there.” He attempts to reassure your delirious brain, but you can only make another “out of it” noise before your eyes flutter shut once again, you losing consciousness. Ghost feels an ugly and dreadful feeling deep in his gut, scratching at his veins, climbing them until his fingertips are cold both due to the temperature and panic. Ghost has always insisted he doesn’t panic, and he hasn’t—until now. Not until he fears the storm won’t pass over and help won’t arrive until you’re frozen and stiff under your fear, despite his desperate attempts to keep you warm—and alive. Ghost doesn’t want to admit it, but fuck, he’s terrified to fall asleep because out of the two of you, what if he’s the only one who wakes up?

Ghost’s eyelids flutter for a moment before he inhales in a sharp manner and his spine straightens up, his hands clenching together for a moment. “M’not going to fall asleep.” He mutters to himself as he takes his place next to you on the floor and holy hell, the floor is cold—so he silently scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your body, and Ghost uses his other arm as a pillow. Your chest very slowly rises and falls, and he finds comfort in the sight of a sign of you being alive—you’re still here with him, and that’s all he needs.

Ghost is awoken from a banging on the cabin door. He jolts ever so slightly, but he’s immediately hit with chills, his limbs trembling. Fuck, he fell asleep. His eyelids feel like sandbags and and he can’t stop fucking shaking—and he feels so heavy.. so tired. “Ghost!” A familiar voice yells outside of the cabin. His arm wraps around your form tighter when he doesn’t immediately recognize the British accent behind the door, he grunts as he clumsily sits up and pulls you closer, his trembling hand grasping as his hip, taking out his service pistol. The door opens as he attempts to aim it, his weak and low voice hissing out, “I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out—“

“Ghost, it’s Price. We found you. Put the gun down.”

Ghost blinks slowly as he looks at the figure who slowly approaches, two others trailing behind—and it is Price—with Gaz and Soap. Ghost sharply inhaled and his arm lowers, the pistol slipping out of his grip. Gaz rushes over to him and your limp form, taking off his gloves. “We got you, Ghost. We got you.” Price assures, but his lips are pressed together as he watches Gaz. Ghost’s head rolls back for a moment, blacking out for a few seconds—Soap’s hands catching his head before it hits the floor. “They’re alive,” Gaz grunts out, leaning down to pick you up bridal style while keeping all of the layers around your body. “Barely, but we gotta get ‘em both to warmth. Now.”

When Ghost finally comes to, the first thing he notices is the smell—it doesn’t smell like rotting and burning wood; his lungs don’t burn with every breath and he can keep his fingers. The second thing he notices is the ache within his throat and his limbs, and the third thing he notices is that he is not wearing his mask. He still feels heavy, but it’s not the kind of heavy where you want to sleep forever heavy. It’s a.. comforting heavy. Someone laying on top of him heavy. It takes him a hot second to open his eyes, and another second to adjust to the harsh lights of the hospital room—oh, wait, they’re not that bad, his head just hurts. Ghost notices someone laying their head on the bed on top of Ghost, their arms under their head as a cushion. He blinks blearily as he doesn’t register it at first; the hospital gown, two IV drips for two separate patients, and the bandages covering your fingers—it’s you. His eyes widen and he lets out a quiet noise, causing you to lift your head up immediately and look at him with the most vulnerable look you could ever have, your eyes wide and bulging like when a child doesn’t know whether to believe the adult in front of them. “Ghost?” You ask, and fuck, your throat croaks. Your vocal cords sound like they’ve been torn apart and reattached, croaking with relief and pain. He swallows thickly and he nods for a moment, unable to find his voice. Your eyes soften for a moment before you whisper to him. “Hurts to talk, huh? Me too.”

Then don’t, said his silent gaze. Yet, somehow, you manage to catch on his memo. Wordlessly, you reach up to one of his hands—covered in scars and calluses, but you don’t mind. Your hands are similar as you nervously glance at him, grabbing his wrist and turning it over so his palm faces up. Ghost eyes your movements, but makes no move to stop you. You take one of your pointer fingers—the one that isn’t bandaged—and you trace letters into his hand slowly.

T H A N K Y O U

Ghost meets your gaze, and you have tears in your eyes. His hand is grossly limp as he grabs the hand you were moving away, and he instead pulls your hand closer to his face for a closer inspection. The bandages concern him, so he looks at you again. You reach for the clipboard you left by his feet and you place it in his lap, pointing to the part of the medical report about your frostbite blisters. Ghost inhales deeply for a moment before his fingers tap against your hand—rhythmically? Oh, it’s morse code.

Ghost is tapping SAFE over and over while looking at you, to reassure himself—and you. You nod in response and offer him the smile he’s been waiting to see and you tap back to him, SAFE.

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aspenmissing · 20 days ago

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Can I request headcanons for Karlach, Gale, Halsin, Astarion, poly Gale & Astarion, and poly Astarion & Halsin flustering her/his/their shy female s/o by showering her with kisses because she absolutely loves it but she's always feel extra bashful afterwards please?

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ASTARION

The fire crackled softly, casting a golden glow on the mossy rocks and worn leather bedrolls. Shadows danced on nearby trees like slow-moving ghosts, and the occasional breeze carried the scent of pine needles and smoldering embers. The night was calm—a rare, precious gift after a day marked by bloodshed and the screaming of the dying.

The others had drifted off to their corners of camp, either asleep or feigning it. Gale was mumbling in his sleep again, something about “Weave compatibility,” while Karlach’s snores rolled through the clearing like distant thunder. Shadowheart sat in her tent, quietly reading. Lae’zel had long since retreated to sharpen her blade—or her temper.

But not you. And certainly not Astarion.

You sat beside him near the fire, your knees drawn up, your hair slightly damp from a hasty rinse in the river. The ends curled softly in the heat. You’d just finished recounting a particularly mortifying story from your childhood—one Astarion had insisted on hearing, after expertly needling you into it with those teasing eyes and that unbearably smug smile.

“Oh gods,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands as the final detail slipped from your lips like a death sentence. “Why did I tell you that?”

Astarion let out a delighted laugh, sharp and musical, like chimes caught in a summer wind. It made your heart stutter, every time.

“My dear, that was positively adorable,” he cooed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Who knew the mighty, fearsome warrior of our little troupe once got her foot stuck in a pumpkin of all things?”

“Please,” you moaned, voice muffled by your hands. “Let me melt into the ground now.”

“But if you do,” he said, scooting closer, “how will I keep you all to myself?”

You peeked through your fingers to find him already far too close, the firelight reflecting off his pale skin like moonlight on silk. Instead of mocking you further, Astarion did something worse—far worse.

He reached out, gently taking your wrists in his cool hands, and pried your hands away from your face. His touch was light, reverent, as though you might vanish at the slightest protest. When your gaze met his, you forgot how to breathe for a moment.

“I simply can’t resist you when you’re like this,” he purred, his voice dropping into that dangerous velvet register. “All pink in the cheeks, lips twitching, trying so hard not to smile…”

“Astarion—” you warned, though it lacked any real conviction.

His lips brushed your forehead.

You froze, the warmth of the kiss blooming through you like wine in your veins.

Then he kissed your temple. Your breath caught.

Another kiss landed on your cheek. Then another. Then another. Quick, soft pecks. Featherlight. Mischievous. His mouth moved like a whisper across your skin, never lingering, always chasing the places you didn’t know you needed to feel.

He was grinning now, and your face burned hotter than the fire.

“A-Astarion!” you squeaked, trying to twist away, though the attempt was more symbolic than sincere. “You’re doing that thing again—”

“Oh? You mean the thing where I absolutely shower you with affection?” He captured your hands again, bringing them to his lips. He kissed each knuckle slowly, as if savoring the taste of your skin, like royalty or a relic. “Guilty as charged.”

You whined, half-laughing, half-mortified, your face so hot you could have sworn it was glowing. “You’re awful.”

“I’m charming,” he corrected smoothly, trailing his kisses down your wrist. “And—what was it?—irresistible? Wasn’t that what you called me the other night after your fourth glass of wine?”

“That was the wine talking,” you mumbled, hiding behind your free hand again.

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, brushing his lips up your arm now, slow and lazy, “but you’ve never needed wine to look at me like I hung the stars.”

You peeked at him through your fingers again, flushed and trembling and melting in equal parts. “You said there was a secret.”

He raised an infuriating brow, smug as the devil. “Ah, yes. A little secret I’ve discovered about you.” He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “You love it when I do this.”

Your hands dropped to your lap, betrayed by your own curiosity. “...Do not.”

“Oh, really?” His eyes gleamed, and before you could think of a rebuttal, he began peppering kisses along your jawline. One, two, three—pausing only to smirk against your skin as you squirmed in his grasp.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, voice like silk dragging across bare skin.

You bit your lip, eyes squeezed shut, and tried very hard not to giggle. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just beneath your ear, “you still haven’t stopped me.”

“I’m trying to hold onto some dignity,” you mumbled, voice featherlight and almost pleading.

“Darling,” he chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours, “I stole your dignity days ago. Right after you told me you dreamed of me feeding you grapes on a velvet couch.”

Your eyes flew open. “That was one time!”

“And a delicious detail it was,” he purred, all mischief and moonlight.

Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You landed against his chest with a soft yelp, and he held you there with startling gentleness.

“You’re far too precious,” he whispered, the tone of his voice suddenly shifting—less teasing now, more reverent. “Every time you blush, I swear my unbeating heart stirs.”

You buried your face in his shoulder with a muffled groan. “You are the worst.”

“And you,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple again, “are mine.”

The silence that followed was warm and heavy, broken only by the fire’s lullaby and the soft beating of your heart against his. He ran his fingers slowly along your spine, his other hand gently cradling the back of your head as though holding a dream he wasn’t ready to wake from.

You stayed like that, tangled in moonlight and warmth, your heart thudding embarrassingly loud in your chest while his lips found the soft spot just below your ear, the place that made your breath hitch every time.

You didn’t tell him to stop.

You never really meant it when you did.

KARLACH

The lake glittered under the afternoon sun, each ripple catching the light like a tossed coin. Wildflowers lined the grassy shore, and dragonflies skimmed lazily across the surface of the water. It was quiet—peaceful in a way the road rarely allowed. No shouting. No blades clashing. Just the hush of the breeze and the gentle lapping of water against smooth stones.

Y/N sat in the grass a few feet from the shoreline, boots kicked off and legs tucked beneath her. She ran her fingers absently through her damp hair, tugging out little knots and brushing dried blood from the ends. The fight earlier in the day hadn’t been bad, but it had been enough to leave her nerves buzzing, heart still trying to decide whether to calm down or stay on edge.

A shadow fell over her.

She looked up just in time to see Karlach grinning—wide, radiant, and slightly mischievous.

Before she could react, strong arms swooped down and lifted her off the ground.

“Karlach—!” Y/N yelped, flailing a little as she was hauled effortlessly into the barbarian’s lap.

Karlach plopped them both back into the soft grass with a huff of laughter. “There she is,” she said, nuzzling into Y/N’s shoulder like a happy bear. “My favourite girl.”

Y/N covered her face with both hands, already blushing furiously. “You can’t just—pick me up like that out of nowhere…”

Karlach leaned in, her voice warm and teasing in Y/N’s ear. “Pretty sure I just did.”

Y/N groaned softly, trying to hide in her own sleeves.

“Stop it,” she muttered, the words utterly devoid of conviction.

“Stop what?” Karlach asked innocently. “Showering my adorable girlfriend with affection?” She punctuated it with a kiss just below Y/N’s ear, then her jaw, her cheek, her temple—soft, rapid-fire kisses that made Y/N squirm and gasp with every one.

“Karlach—!” she half-laughed, half-whined, trying to duck away. “You’re not being fair!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not trying to be fair.”

Before Y/N could wriggle out of her grasp, Karlach leaned them both back into the grass, rolling until she hovered above her. She braced herself on one arm while the other gently cupped Y/N’s flushed face, thumb brushing lightly against her cheek.

Pinned beneath her, Y/N looked up with wide, dazed eyes, the sky a perfect summer blue above Karlach’s silhouette.

The cold press of Karlach’s infernal engine brushed against Y/N’s stomach, barely felt through the fabric of her tunic—but it was the heat in Karlach’s eyes that made her breath catch.

“Look at you,” Karlach murmured, grinning down at her. “You’re blushing so hard I think the sun’s getting jealous.”

“D-Don’t say stuff like that,” Y/N stammered, covering her face with both hands again. “It’s embarrassing…”

Karlach chuckled low in her throat, eyes crinkling. She bent down and gently pried one of Y/N’s hands away, pressing a lingering kiss to the centre of her palm. “You love it,” she said smugly.

Y/N shook her head stubbornly, lips pursed into something between a pout and a bashful smile. “N-No I don’t.”

“Oh really?” Karlach grinned and kissed her nose. “Then what’s this?” A kiss to her cheek. “And this?” Another to the tip of her chin. “And this one right—here.”

A slow, soft kiss to Y/N’s lips shut her up entirely.

Y/N let out a tiny, startled noise, one hand curling into Karlach’s shirt like an anchor. She was melting—absolutely melting. Her thoughts turned to mist, her whole body tingling in the warm sunlight and the weight of the woman above her.

Karlach pulled back just enough to brush their foreheads together.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” she whispered. “Like, devastatingly cute. I might never recover.”

Y/N made a soft, strangled sound, now covering her face again with both hands and mumbling something incoherent.

Karlach laughed again, a real belly laugh that rumbled through her chest. She leaned in, nuzzling against Y/N’s neck with exaggerated affection, nose scrunching up like a big, overgrown puppy.

“Okay,” she whispered dramatically. “I’m gonna keep kissing you until you admit you love it. No escape. This is your life now.”

Y/N peeked between her fingers, still bright red, voice muffled. “…Maybe just one more.”

Karlach froze. Then slowly, that grin returned, wide and unstoppable. “Oh, baby,” she said, voice low and warm, “you have no idea what you just unleashed.”

And with that, she kissed her again—slow, deep, sun-drenched—and didn’t stop for a very long time.

GALE

You were quietly reading by the campfire, the flickering flames casting warm, golden shadows across Gale’s face as he watched you with that familiar, soft smile that always made your heart flutter. The crackling fire filled the night air with a comforting rhythm, and for a while, nothing else mattered but the simple pleasure of being together.

You loved moments like these—peaceful, simple, shared.

The book in your hands slipped a little as you caught Gale’s gaze lingering on you, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames. He looked almost… mesmerized. You smiled softly and glanced up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

Before you could say a word, Gale leaned in, his breath warm against your skin, and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

Your breath hitched, cheeks flushing a deep rose as a surge of warmth spread through you.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured, voice low and tender, almost a secret meant just for you.

You swallowed, heart pounding, but before you could respond, his lips trailed down your cheek, slow and featherlight, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your eye. Then came the tip of your nose, which he nuzzled playfully.

You instinctively tried to pull back, eyes sparkling with laughter, but suddenly a shimmer of sparkling blue magic flickered around your wrists and ankles—a delicate yet firm Hold Person spell.

“Gale! What—?” you giggled, caught between surprise and amusement as you realized you were frozen in place.

He grinned like a mischievous child, eyes twinkling with delight. “Just a little spell to keep my favourite person still. I want to make sure I can show you exactly how much I adore you without you running away.”

Your cheeks burned hotter, both from the magic and the affection radiating off him in waves.

His hands cupped your face gently, thumbs brushing along your cheekbones as he leaned closer, lips capturing yours in a soft, insistent kiss. The world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you—firelight flickering, your breaths mingling, and the steady beating of your hearts.

He pulled back just enough to pepper a dozen little kisses along your jawline and down to your collarbone, each one igniting tiny sparks beneath your skin. You sighed against him, body melting, heart pounding so hard you feared it might burst free.

When he finally released the spell, your limbs tingled, freed but reluctant to move. You instinctively tried to pull away, cheeks flushed a bright crimson, voice barely above a whisper.

“Gale… you’re… you’re impossible.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and deep, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a tender touch. “Only for you,” he replied softly.

You hid your face against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calm your own racing pulse. The moment felt infinite—intimate and perfect.

“More kisses?” you dared to ask, still shy but secretly hoping, your voice trembling with a bashful excitement.

Gale’s smile deepened, eyes shining with affection and a hint of playful mischief. “Always.”

Without hesitation, his lips found yours again—gentle, lingering, and utterly full of love. You laughed softly between kisses, the bashfulness melting away into pure, happy contentment.

When at last you pulled back, breathless and flushed, Gale tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and whispered, “You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

You smiled shyly, fingers threading through his. “And you make me feel like I’m the most loved.”

He leaned in once more, a single tender kiss pressed to your forehead before resting his cheek against yours. The fire crackled on, but you barely noticed — because in that moment, nothing else existed but the warmth of his love and the sweetness of his kisses.

HALSIN

The forest around you was alive with the soft sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdcalls, but your focus was entirely on the steady, quick rhythm of your own heartbeat as you darted between the towering oaks. The air was cool and crisp, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth—a scent that grounded you even as adrenaline surged through your veins and made your pulse race with excitement.

Your feet barely made a sound against the thick carpet of moss and fallen leaves, your movements light and fluid beneath the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. You weren’t running from danger—far from it. This was a game, a chase woven from laughter and shared moments, something wild and free that you cherished more than you could say.

Glancing behind you, just once, you caught sight of a familiar figure moving effortlessly through the trees. His amber eyes glinted with something playful, something warm that made your breath hitch and a smile tug at your lips despite yourself.

He was gaining on you fast, closing the distance with sure, steady strides that never broke the rhythm of the chase. You knew, without a doubt, that he could catch you whenever he wished—but the thrill was in the trying, in the momentary hope of escape.

You pushed yourself harder, laughter bubbling from your lips like a melody, light and bright as the sunbeams around you. Branches brushed against your arms, leaves tickled your skin, and your hair danced wildly around your face. Your heart soared, not from fear, but from the joy of being alive and being seen.

Just as you thought you might slip away—just as the soft whisper of victory brushed your mind—a rush of warm air brushed past your cheek. Before you could turn your head fully, strong arms wrapped gently but firmly around you, pulling you down onto the soft moss with careful ease.

You landed in a tangled heap, breath leaving you in a startled gasp as the world shifted beneath you. For a moment, all you could see were those warm amber eyes—bright, amused, sparkling with quiet delight—hovering just inches from your face.

A faint, tender smile played on his lips as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead. His touch was soft and reverent, like he was handling something precious, something delicate and dear.

“You thought you could outrun me?” The words came then, low and teasing, but you hadn’t even realized he’d spoken until you heard the rich rumble of his voice. It was a sound that sent a shiver down your spine, warm and comforting all at once.

Your cheeks burned as you struggled to meet his gaze, feeling utterly exposed and wonderfully vulnerable beneath the intensity of his eyes. “I… I wasn’t running away,” you said quickly, your voice trembling despite your best effort to sound casual and composed.

His smile widened, slow and affectionate, the kind of smile that made your heart flutter and your knees go weak. Before you could even find the words to respond, he leaned down, his breath warm against your skin. A gentle kiss pressed to your temple, soft and tender as the caress of a summer breeze.

Then another—softer still—landing on your cheek like a whispered secret meant only for you.

You barely had time to breathe before his lips found your jawline, each kiss slow, deliberate, like a promise held close and treasured. Your eyes fluttered closed, heart swelling with a blissful warmth that bloomed through every fiber of your being, a feeling that words could never quite capture.

When he finally pulled back, the flush in your cheeks deepened, and your breath came faster, uneven and shallow.

His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, tracing a path so gentle it was almost a question. He caught your shy smile, his own amusement and tenderness shining through like the golden light filtering through the trees.

“You really do love this, don’t you?” His voice was barely more than a murmur, teasing yet filled with something softer, something entirely his own.

You bit your lip, cheeks aflame, trying—and failing—to hide just how flustered you were beneath his gaze. “Maybe…” you whispered, voice soft, almost shy, the tiniest smile playing at your lips.

A quiet chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest as he tucked a stray curl behind your ear with delicate care. “Good,” he said simply, eyes gleaming with warmth and affection. “Because I’m not done yet.”

And then, with a final, lingering kiss pressed to your lips—slow, sweet, and full of quiet adoration—he wrapped you in a gentle embrace, holding you close beneath the ancient trees, the forest around you seeming to hold its breath in reverence to the moment.

You rested your forehead against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your skin, your own pulse still racing. Whispering breathlessly, you said, “Next time… I’m not running.”

He smiled against your hair, his voice low and certain, like a vow and a promise all at once. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

GALE / ASTARION

The dappled sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of ancient trees, casting warm golden patches on the mossy ground beneath your feet. The forest was alive with quiet sounds—the distant call of a bird, the soft rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze, and somewhere nearby, a brook babbled in a soothing murmur. The air was crisp and fresh, filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers, grounding you in this peaceful moment far from the chaos of the road.

You, Gale, and Astarion had just finished dealing with a particularly troublesome patrol of goblins that had been harassing the trade routes. The fight had been swift but exhausting, and now you had a moment to catch your breath. The tension in your muscles began to ease as you sank down onto a smooth, sun-warmed stone, letting the soothing quiet wash over you.

Gale came to sit beside you, his presence steady and calming. His eyes, filled with that familiar blend of kindness and admiration, softened as he looked at you. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “You fought admirably,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, a tenderness threading through every word.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, an involuntary smile tugging at your lips. Before you could respond, a shadow shifted nearby, and Astarion stepped forward from where he’d been lounging on a fallen log, his usual roguish grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes sparkled with mischievous delight. “And it seems our dear is as fierce as ever,” he added, his tone teasing but genuine.

Your blush deepened, cheeks flaming like embers as you tried to suppress a shy laugh. But before you could protest or deflect their praise, Gale leaned in gently, closing the small distance between you, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. The warmth of his lips sent an immediate shiver through you, as if a current of electricity had sparked beneath your skin.

No sooner had Gale pulled back than Astarion slid down from the log with catlike grace and closed in on your other side. His lips brushed lightly against your cheek in a feather-light kiss, his breath warm and scented faintly of herbs and danger. “We do enjoy reminding you how much you’re adored,” he whispered, his voice a velvet caress that made your heart hammer wildly in your chest.

Your pulse raced as two pairs of lips lavished you with affection, each kiss feather-soft but charged with promise. Gale’s hands settled on your shoulders, steady and grounding, while Astarion’s fingers traced delicate, teasing circles along your forearm, sending delightful sparks of pleasure radiating beneath your skin.

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed for a moment, savouring the sensation. When you opened them again, both men were watching you intently—Gale with that warm, open expression, and Astarion with a playful, almost triumphant gleam in his gaze.

You felt like you might melt where you sat, cheeks flushed with a deep rosy hue, lips parted slightly as if trying to find the words that seemed just out of reach. Instead, all you managed was a soft, breathless whisper. “You’re both impossible…”

Gale chuckled quietly, reaching up to brush his thumb lightly over your flushed cheek, the touch gentle and tender. “Only for you,” he said, voice thick with affection.

Astarion’s grin widened, eyes sparkling with unrestrained delight. “And we both rather enjoy making you this adorable,” he added, his tone teasing but filled with warmth.

You couldn’t help but glance up at them, heart swelling with something fierce and sweet all at once, warmth spreading through your entire being like sunlight on a cool morning. You bit your lip, voice shy but daring as it barely escaped your throat. “Well… maybe don’t stop, then.”

At that, Gale leaned in again, pressing a slow kiss just beneath your jawline, and Astarion’s lips found yours in a tender, lingering brush that left you breathless. Their hands found yours, fingers entwining easily, grounding you in the moment.

For a long while, the three of you simply existed in that quiet, sunlit glade—two men showering you with affection, and you, utterly and blissfully overwhelmed, basking in the warmth of their love, your cheeks forever stained with the sweetest kind of bashfulness.

ASTARION / HALSIN

The campfire flickered softly, casting warm, dancing shadows on the faces gathered around it. The air was crisp, carrying the subtle scent of pine and earth, but Y/N felt a comforting warmth radiate from the glowing embers nearby. She sat cross-legged on a soft patch of grass, the firelight catching the soft flush on her cheeks—part from the cool evening breeze, part from something else entirely.

Halsin sat quietly close by, his calm and steady presence a soothing anchor. He caught her eye and gave her that gentle, reassuring smile that made her heart flutter just a little. Across the fire, Astarion lounged with his usual mischievous smirk, the gleam in his eyes telling tales of some impish plan.

Y/N felt a quiet thrill run through her, knowing she was surrounded by two people who cared so deeply for her, even if their expressions said “plotting” more than “sweet moments.”

Then, without warning, Halsin’s form began to ripple and shift. His human features softened, muscles expanding, fur sprouting thick and glossy beneath the campfire’s glow. Within seconds, the massive, powerful bear stood where he had been only moments before.

The great, furry bear padded over to Y/N with surprising gentleness, each step soft despite the size of his paws. His warm breath brushed against her skin as he lowered himself carefully. With a low, affectionate growl, Halsin plopped down right on top of her, his broad, heavy body pressing her gently into the soft grass.

Y/N gasped, caught off guard, her breath hitching in a burst of surprised laughter. “H-Halsin! You’re—” She squirmed beneath his warm weight, trying to push him off playfully, but he was too steady, too strong.

Before she could get a proper protest out, Astarion was at her side like a shadow, graceful and quick. He leaned down, lips brushing over her cheeks, her jawline, her neck—each kiss soft, teasing, deliberate.

“Looks like we’ve got you, little one,” Astarion whispered with that sly grin of his, voice low and velvety as his lips trailed warm, feather-light kisses down her skin.

Y/N’s cheeks flamed hotter than the fire. She squirmed again, laughter bubbling out as her heart hammered in her chest. “S-stop… you’re going to—”

A deep, rumbling growl vibrated through Halsin’s thick fur, low and affectionate, as he nuzzled her gently with his massive head. His warm breath brushed her cheek, and with careful, deliberate weight, he settled himself to keep her pinned just enough—firm but tender.

Y/N’s bashful smile was a quiet confession. She did. She loved it. She loved how safe and adored she felt wrapped between these two—Halsin’s protective strength, Astarion’s playful intimacy.

Astarion’s lips lingered a moment longer just below her ear, a tender, teasing kiss that made a shiver ripple down her spine. Then he looked up at Halsin, eyes sparkling with affection and amusement.

The bear let out a soft huff, a contented sound like a purr, and gently pawed the grass beside her, as if marking this moment sacred and tender without words.

Y/N’s heart fluttered wildly, caught between embarrassment and the pure, joyful warmth that blossomed inside her chest. She felt the steady beat of Halsin’s heartbeat through his thick fur and the soft brush of Astarion’s breath on her skin.

Her cheeks burned as she whispered, “You’re impossible...” but the smile she gave them was full of affection and secret happiness.

Astarion grinned wider. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

Another affectionate growl rumbled low and fond from Halsin, the bear’s eyes soft as he rested his massive head near her shoulder.

Y/N let herself melt under the weight of their love, surrendering to the safe, playful cocoon of their kisses and embraces. The night stretched on around them, the stars blinking down like silent witnesses to this perfect moment—full of laughter, whispered promises, and the sweet, electric joy of being utterly cherished.

#baldur's gate 3 #reader insert #astarion x reader #karlach x reader #gale x reader #halsin x reader #Gale x reader x astarion #Astarion x reader x halsin

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jellojellyfish20 · 2 months ago

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yandere batfam x neglected ghost rider reader Tw: death, blood, cursing

Screams ran out through Gotham. Bruce didn't know what was going on, so many criminals dead. but how, he didn't want to believe the rumors. the rumors of a walking skeleton that was on fire killing the guilty, as a justice hunting vigilante. but the evidence was was strongly there. he sighed then turned when he heard steps behind him. "did you find out the cause of the murders?" dick asked standing beside Bruce looking at the bat computer. "i have to believe it is the fire skeleton that people have said seen doing the murders. their only targeting rapist, child abusers, and animal abusers. people they think are worthless in this world." Bruce said pinching the bridge of his nose. "so its a meta?" dick asked. "i think we have to believe so." Bruce responded to him. "batman." a voice called through the coms. "yes robin what is it?" Bruce said. "i believe i have spotted the skeleton, theirs been a new victim." robin said through the comms. "Damian be careful we have to believe this person is a meta." Bruce said to him quickly suiting up to head to Damians location. "understood batman." Damain said, watching and stalking the skeleton and the vitcim. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

a man was in a dark alley shaking wide eyes staring at ghost? demon? skeleton? he didn't know but the fuck was on fire and holding a baseball bat full of nails and and skate board. "who are you?!" the man yelled. the thing tilted its head and began to chuckle, "my real name is none of your concern. but you can call me... Dearil, the last thing you'll ever know." it said before rushing forward baseball bat raised.

'another scumbag to get rid of man, i'm tired.' {name} thought as they bashed the mans skull in blood gushing out the wound, they pulled the bat out and continued the blunged the downed man , the mans head breaking down bit by bit leaving mush , as his skull had finally broken and they were hitting plain concert. they let out a sigh and rolled their shoulder and cracked their neck. they turned away from the corpse and walking away, soon getting on their skateboard and skating away their bat resting on their shoulder , still covered in blood, as they rode through the streets. whistling filled the streets as they rode through, making it to their destination, an abandoned building they turned into their hide out. as the walked inside and made it up the fleet of stares and into the room they occupied. humming filled the room as they turned on the light and walked to the couch and table with a computer resting on it. "another one to mark off the list." they said powering on the computer and logging in. 15 minutes passed, they closed computer, ready to go out again but froze. then sighed rolling their non existent eyes. "oh dear the batman, what ever shall i do" they said turning their head in his direction and saw batman, with his "team", red hood, nightwing, red robin, and the current robin. "my my what has gathered you all here today?" {name} aske putting their hands on their hips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "you have caused enough death, we are here to stop you." bruce said, looking imposing. "and how will you do that?" {name} asked tilting their head, "ive been doing nothing wrong , ive been dealing justice." they said putting their hand on their chest. "youve been commiting murder." nightwing said narrowing his eyes. "is it really murder if the scum deserved it?" {name } asked leaning forward. "they were evil people, people who arent really people. their monster walking on earth." {name} said "can you really blame me for wanting to get rid of monsters?" they asked walking towards them, and stopping ten feet Infront of them. "their are ways to deal with them without murder." bruce said , ready to fight if needed. "like jail, pfft how funny putting them through a system so corrupted that the monster would get out sooner then later and start their terror again. im not taking a chance im dealing with the evil you wont deal with." they scoffed out. "you deal with your great big villains, ill deal with my monsters" they said pointing at bruce then themselves. "no you wont." bruce said. "then stop me. how will you do it?" they asked tilting their head. a stand off a battle of two strong wills. tension high. the room cold and warm at the same time. the fire licking at {names} skull flickering and swaying like an angry vengeance. "who are you?" red robin asked breaking the silence the tensioning lowering a bit. it was quiet before a hysterical laugh broke out. {name} clutched their stomach barreling in laughter. "you really dont know who i am?" they giggled out. "no" red hood responded. "then how bout i show you" they said and it was weird seeing a skeleton smiling. but soon muscle and flesh formed over the skeleton, the fire fading and turning into hair, and eyes that seemed to stare into the soul formed. "recognized me now, red robin~" {name said smiling widely showing off braced teeth. "it cant be...." he said staring in shock. pure silence all staring at someone who they thought was gone forever. "{name}?" bruce asked shocked. "hello "family." they said making air quotes in the air. laughter filling the once silent room.

(to be continued)

#platonic yandere #ooc post #yandere batfamily #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere bruce wayne #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #gender neutral reader #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne #cw: gore #horror

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wangxianficfinder · 24 days ago

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In the mood for...

May 22nd

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1. I really, really would love to read a story in which Wei Ying kinda retaliate against people. You know, I want a story where he's morally gray, I want to see him scheming, I want to see him attack whoever tries to attack him, I want a Wei Ying who isn't passive and submitting, but who acts and is even somewhat... evil? And no, it's not those Bashing Wei Ying or Attacking Wei Ying stories, I just want to see my boy being a little bad, I think he, of all people, has his reasons for being like a "villain".

🔒💙 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX’s questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding)

🔒you soothe me just to torture me again by PrismaticAvocado (M, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark WWX, Dark LWJ, Dark LSZ, Dark LXC, Dark LQR, jc is honestly not that much darker than in canon if at all, Murder Husbands, Torture, Homophobia, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, almost everyone is bashed somewhat except for wangxian and a-yuan be warned, JC Bashing, WWX Lives, BAMF WWX)

Heart of Ember, Wrought in Time by Argent_Strife (Wild_Card_Writing) (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, BAMF WWX, Time Loop, WWX Has Issues, about everyone using him in some fashion, Morally Gray WWX, Minor WangXian, romance will not be the center of this story, WWX in WWX's Body, Cinnamon Roll WN, WWX is Not Oblivious)

Dissolution by alate_feline, wing_shadow_feline (alate_feline) (M, 1k, YLLZ WWX, Blood and Violence, Time Shenanigans weaponized, Dark WWX, Minor Character Death, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, the yiling patriarch is an eldritch horror, body horror, kinda, Chronic Illness, Disabled WWX, Canon Disabled Character, Drunken Confessions, Ongoing Trauma, Canon Divergence - First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Self-Sacrificing WWX, Rated For Violence, Near Death Experiences, Doctor WN, BAMF WWX, No Ambush at Qiongqi Path, for now, Monsters that look human, Excessively Loyal WN)

Revenge of Yiling Laozu by Muggle_Diary (E, 57k, WangXian, JFM/YZY, Dark WWX, Dark LWJ, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, Manipulative WWX, JC Bashing, JFM and YZY Bashing, Jiang Family Bashing, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, LXC Bashing, NMJ Bashing, Nie sect bashing, Lanling Jin Sect Bashing, critical of NHS, Cultivation World Critical, Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Golden Core Transfer, Explicit Sexual Content, punishment to jiang family, Semi-Public Sex, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, critical of JYL, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Gusu Lan Sect Bashing, LQR critical, Mind Manipulation, Child Abuse)

The water keeps on flowing by IsilmeLasgalen (E, 114k, wangxian, WKX/ZZS, BSSR/LY, JYL/JZX, MXY/NHS, Cultivation Sect Politics, YLLZ WWX, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, LWJ pov, WWX pov, The mistery of Madam Lan, The Power of Communication, Soft wangxian, The Ghost Path, Yīn Iron, outsider pov, multiple pov, Protective WWX, Morally Gray WWX, Bottom LWJ, Smut, Shameless wangxian, Angst, Fluff, Everyone Lives au)

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2. itmf fics with a group of suitors competing. for example harem selection, wife selection, dating show, etcetera. any length any kinks. thanks!

The Proposal by LFMH021 (T, 93k, WangXian, One-sided LWJ/OMC, Post-Canon, Mutual Pining, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Courtship, WWX denying his feelings until he can't, LWJ and WWX are dumb idiots in love, Love Triangles, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Light Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort)

🧡 After the Final Rose by azurewaxwing (E, 55k, wangxian, modern, reality show au, secret relationship, fluff & angst, happy ending, bachelor LWJ, cameraman WWX, smut, The Bachelor)

❤️ Knight Hunt! Phoenix Mountain by travelingneuritis (E, 51k, wangxian, modern, dating show, Modern Cultivation, but in the silliest way possible, Reality TV, the juniors are interns, Smut, Illustrations, low-stakes pining)

❤️all your life you'll dream of this by Attila (T, 22k, WangXian, Prince WWX, Cinderella LWJ, Fairy Tale, Cinderella Fusion, Pining)

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 wei to the kingdom (is through the prince's heart) by Bird_of_Dreams (T, 4k, WangXian, Prince LWJ, historical, royal family, Tournaments, Mutual Pining)

The Counterfeit Lotus by Greywake (E, 35k, WangXian, Royalty, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Intersex Omegas, WWX Has a Vulva, unintentional misgendering, Medical Examination Detail, Crossdressing, Questioning Sexuality, mention of miscarriage, BAMF WWX, Genius WWX, Politics, Eventual Smut, A Little Light CNC, Orgasm Denial, First Time, Getting Together, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, SS Being an Asshole, Emperor LXC, Prince LWJ)

🧡 shoot your shot -- hot or knot by defractum (nyargles) (E, 51k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Reality Show, Hunger Games Setting, Canon-Typical Violence, Extremely Dubious Consent, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Humor, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes, shoot your shot -- hot or knot [PODFIC] by Opalsong) Not sure if that is really what they are looking for, but it was the first thing I thought about when I saw it.

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3. itmf fae!WWX fics please! @sleeplesssoporific

🔒The Way You Stare, It Casts a Spell by Latios (T, 50k, WangXian, Fantasy, Fae & Fairies, Domestic Fluff, Blood and Injury, Animal Transformation, Elemental Magic, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Fairy AU, cultivator lwj, Fairy WWX)

you'll love me at once (the way you did once upon a dream) by sweetlolixo (T, 18k, WangXian, Dark Fairytale, Inspired by Maleficent (2014), Wingfic, Sleeping Beauty with a twist, Maleficent WWX, Prince LWJ, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, True Love's Kiss)

🔒The Human by Sillygoofyqueer (Not Rated, 9k, WIP, WangXian, Fantasy, no cultivation, Fae Magic, Fae & Fairies, Fae Courts, each Fae court has different defining characteristics, Funny Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

🔒Winging It by Prince_kun (M, 4k, WangXian, Soulmates, Retelling, Fae & Fairies, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Fairy Tale Curses, Fairy Tale Elements, Domestic Fluff, Wings, Miscommunication, Fairy LWJ, Fairy WWX, Movie: Tinker Bell and the Secret of the Wings (2012))

Your love gives me Wings by SaiaiSaiko (M, 27k, WangXian, WWX Lives, MXY Lives, Winx Club Fusion, Enchantix Form (Winx Club), Sirenix From Winx Club, Believix From Winx Club, fairy WWX, Witch WWX, 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, Evil JGS, Trans MXY, Self-Discovery, Misgendering, Victim JGY, Curse Breaking)

Baby, that's what love is by Anonymous (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Implied Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Anal Fingering, Attempted Sexual Assault, Dark WWX, Killing, Fae & Fairies, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Death, Manipulation, Fae Magic, Fae WWX, Stalking, Kidnapping)

too real (to call it magic) by nike_s_river_styx (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Fantasy, fae!wwx, human!lwj, the inherent romanticism of a magical forest, Meet-Cute, Kinda?, mostly fluffy, like there's one scene of danger but it's resolved pretty quickly, forbidden romanceTM)

come feel this magic i've been feeling since i met you by bunnylan (weiyingpretty) (E, 48k, WangXian, Fantasy, Fae & Fairies, Arranged Marriage, Butterfly Fairy WWX, Crystal Fairy LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Fluff, Smut, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, First Time, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Anal Sex, Mpreg, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Married WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slice of Life, Hurt WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Fairy Tale, Arranged Marriage, Fairy Tale Elements)

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4. Hi! For ITMF: Jiang Zongzhu Wei Wuxian? As in, no golden core transfer, or like, somehow he always has been the heir? Thanks!

The River Runs Forever by Cerusee (T, 257k, WangXian, SangLi, Major Character Death, Badass WWX, Inventor WWX, Jiang/Nie sibling power quartet, Dead JC, Jiang Sect Leader WWX)

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5. imtmf timeskip-centric fics? any character but I love the grief/scheming from all sides @personontheswing

never beat, never break by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight) (T, 4k, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & LWJ, implied WangXian, Injury Recovery, Grief/Mourning, Hurt No Comfort, actually just. unrelenting sadness., Adoption, Canon Divergence, The Gentian House, inquiry, [podfic] never beat, never break by flamingwell, kisahawklin, klainelynch, Rionaa, [Podfic] never beat, never break by lattice_frames)

and especially sequel to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight) (G, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, Wangxian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, Music, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, CQL Verse, [Podfic] to the act of making noise by Ceewelsh, flamingwell, kisahawklin, Rionaa) highly recommend the podfic version with music if you want to use a whole box of tissues

💖 The Echoes of that News Ring Loud by Scarlet_Gryphon (T, 111k, NHS & NMJ, 3Zun, SangNing, WangXian, Major Character Death, Time Travel Fix-It, NMJ Lives, WWX Raised by a Different Sect, Universal Da-ge NMJ, JGY deserved better, Cinnamon Roll WN, Temporary character death (but they get better), Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Everyone Lives, Good Guy XY, Let's give NHS Battle Fans club member, Gray-Ace power trio 3Zun, Canon Divergence, discussions of JGS's canon-levels of dickery, brief and non-graphic discussion of past rape/non-con due to QS's origins, Mentions of Nightmares, NHS is a Little Shit, Minor Character Death, Happy Ending)

Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Sunshot Campaign, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mpreg, Gore, Medical Procedures, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Assumed Miscarriage, Explicit Sexual Content, Cesarean Section, Childbirth, Golden Core Reveal)

The Trouble With Politics: a Treatise on Jiang Sect Deputies Gone Rogue by Sect Leader Wei Wuxian by stiltonbasket (G, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Yílíng Wèi Sect, or: the one where yu zhenhong is a wild card, Smitten LWJ, Domestic Fluff, Politics, Happy Ending, Sect Leader WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, JZX still dies though)

Take My Pieces, Make Me Whole by InTheGreySpaces (M, 297k, WangXian, NieLan, JChengQing, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, JC & WWX Reconciliation, JC is a good brother, LXC Is A Good Brother, Golden Core Reveal, Mpreg, Yuan really IS WWX's son, and LWJ is his other father, LQR is a good uncle, Eventual Happy Ending, WWX Has Memory Issues, NMJ is a good brother, Hurt LWJ, Hurt NMJ, Baxia is a misbehaving bitch, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, tiny bit of non-con, chapters will be tagged individually with necessary warnings, sentient Yin Iron)

❤️ Restoration by ritualist (M, 84k, WangXian, Fairy Tale Elements, Non-Linear Narrative, Time Skips, Time Shenanigans, YL WWX, Sentient Burial Mounds, Sunshot Campaign, Politics, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, JGS Is His Own Content Warning, Necromancy, Surgery, Identity Issues, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Love at First Sight, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending)

further than the grave by idrilka (E, 31k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, Time Skips, Grief/Mourning, Injury Recovery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Familial Relationships, Emotional Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Body Worship, Established Relationship, Hair Brushing as an Expression of Love)

🔒when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 176k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad!WWX, dad!lwj, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears!, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations)

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6. ITMF

Hello, I look for Wangxian fics in which people think A-yuan is the illegitimate child of Lan Zhan or Wwx and people are shocked and gossip. It is a scandal.

Thank you!

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7. Hi! I am looking for time travel fics where both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji go back in time together and as a power couple they change the events of the past. Thank you!

Broken by Hauntcats (T, 9k, WangXian, JC Bashing, Canon JC Characteristics, Canon JC homophobia, not Jiang friendly, WWX is So Done, Time Travel Fix-It, No JC & WWX Reconciliation, angst with happy ending, Major character death, Underage Relationship, Post-Canon)

Family by Quiet_crash (G, 57k, WangXian, XuanLi, Time Travel Fix-It, Grief/Mourning, Loss of Parent(s), Established Relationship)

❤️ in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, unless I hate them, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Genius Inventor WWX, NHS Finds His Calling, No Women Die)

Of Forgetting Envies and Leaving Mortal world by Muggle_Diary (M, 5k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, WWX is angry at cultivation world, LWJ leaves Lan Sect, WWX has a new core, Immortality, Established Relationship, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Sunshot Campaign, WWX does not participate in the war, LWJ does not participate in the war, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, JC Bashing, Cultivation World Critical, Wen Remnants Live, Lan sect critical)

The Cultivation World Needs a Reset by FangirlingIsLife (Not Rated, 53k, WIP, WangXian, NieLan, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Temporary Character Death, Immortality, Time Travel Fix-It, Physical Abuse, Fix-It, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, The Cloud Recesses Rabbits, Abusive Jiang Family, Jiang Family Bashing, YZY Bashing, LWJ is a Little Shit)

🔒Til Death Do Us Part by Thyone14 (Not Rated, 73k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Character Death, WWX Needs a Hug, Protective LWJ, Soft WangXian, POV LWJ, POV Alternating, No Smut, POV WWX)

Trials of Time by Muggle_Diary (E, 32k, WangXian, Not Jiang Family Friendly, YZY Bashing, JC Bashing, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Artistic Liberties, Butterfly Effect, WWX is free of debts, WangXian in love, Fluff, Established Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia)

A Measure Of Time by NebulusCharlie (Not Rated, 309k, WangXian, Revenge, Darkji, jiang bashing, Protective LWJ, protective wwx, Time Travel Fix It, good uncle lqr, Murder Babies, Heavy on the angst in the middle but i swear it gets better, Canon Typical Violence, Kidfic, Hugs, Good Parental Figures, Found Family, bad Qingheng-Jun, Heavenly Trials, destroying the Yin Iron pieces) also fits but Wen Qing also time traveled along with Wei Ying and Lan Zhan in this one.

This time, together! by danny16doc (G, 157k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Major Character Death, Time Travel, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, No Golden Core Transfer, No Sunshot Campaign, Genius WWX, JFM and YZY Bashing)

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8. While I've read fics where WWX is adopted or trained by tgcf's Hualian, I'm itmf fics where WWX is their biological child specifically.

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9. Hello! I am interested in war fics set during the Sunshot Campaign or in some other fighting conflict. I would love to read about WangXian fighting side by side, the horror of the battlefield, the small comforts of a tent and bath and warm meal after a difficult day. Thank you!

Grief Kindly Stopped by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 5k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Identity Porn, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV LWJ, AU after WWX gets dropped in the Burial Mounds, Light Horror, Fix-It)

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real by KatAnni (M, 36k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending,Sunshot Campaign, Canon-Typical Violence, Heavy Angst, Canon Temporary Character Death, Necromancy, Demonic Cultivation, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Sentient Burial Mounds, WWX's Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

🔒💖 Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, WangXian, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Self-Indulgent)

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10. I'm in the mood for a fic where it'll literally rip my heart out and make me lose my breath from crying because of angst. I want LWJ to be the one suffering here (whether he dies or is harmed in a very dangerous way) because I love him hehe

voicemail mementos by waywardwriter (T, 3k, WangXian, Major Character Death, Modern, Getting Together, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Closure) I am a person who rarely cries at any piece of media, yet this one left me sobbing into my pillow for 10 minutes

Sunder by naqaashi (E, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Emotional Sex, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Light BDSM, Fix-It, POV LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Light Dom/sub, Explicit Sexual Content, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, Suicidal Thoughts)

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)

the sullen wind by naqaashi (M, 1k, WangXian, Heavy Angst, LWJ is Not Okay, Not Gūsū Lán Sect Friendly, Quick and Dirty, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Whump, Dark LWJ, Dark fic, LWJ Whump, Rage, Revenge, Angry LWJ, POV LWJ, not LQR friendly, Not LXC friendly, BAMF LWJ, Dark Gusu Lan Sect, Eventual Happy Ending, for the series, LQR Bashing, Gusu Lan Sect Bashing, LXC Bashing)

agape, please don't dissipate by kissofmortality (M, 7k, WangXian, Getting Together, Post-Canon, lwj gets kidnapped, Whump LWJ, First Kiss, Love Confessions, wangxian beings idiots in love, Hurt/Comfort, rated m for some violence and noncon elements, Protective WWX, BAMF WWX)

swallowing rocks, swallowing peach skins by AvoOwO (M, 24k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & LWJ, JC & LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ. Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Drowning, Torture, Threats of Violence, Death Threats, Choking, Stabbing, Major Character Injury, POV LWJ. Smart LWJ. Smart WWX, Murder, Kidnapping, Gags, Protective LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, Pining LWJ. LWJ Has a Crush, Drugs, Vomiting, Literal Sleeping Together, WWX Has PTSD, Food Issues, Sharing Clothes, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, Holding Hands, Angry WWX, Protectiveness, Caretaking, Crying, Food as a Metaphor for Love, the mortifying idea of being known, Suicidal Thoughts, Angry LWJ) also works but Wei Ying is equally tortured in it.

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11. For ITMF: Teenxian meeting Hanguan-jun and finally having an adult he can rely on? Maybe Hanguan-jun making him value himself more?

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, age difference, manipulation, not jiang friendly)

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12. Hi, I love what y'all are doing here. I'm looking for fics in which Jiang Yanli marries into the Nie, preferably Nie Mingjue. Thanks! @teawithbuzzz

Initiative by nirejseki (G, 7k, MingLi, Canon Divergence)

made for each other by KouriArashi (T, 118k, MingLi, WangXian, ChengQing, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Romance, Developing Relationship, Slow Build, Matchmaking, Mutual Pining, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Sibling Bonding, Class Issues, first half is fluffy but then, Sunshot Campaign, Canon-Typical Violence, Child Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Boyfriends, Happy Ending, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 72k, wangxian, YZY/CSSR/Madam Lan, JYL/NMJ, time travel, family, not everyone dies au, childhood friends to lovers, families of choice, parenthood, fluff, angst, underage sex, PTSD)

🔒The Straightest Path by meyari (T, 30k, WangXian, NieLan, MingLi, ChengSang, war and death, Grief/Mourning, Politics, plotting for neuroatypicals, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Non-Canon Relationship, No Yīn Iron, Sect Leader LWJ)

🧡 To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, MingLi, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending)

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13. Hello!

For fic finder please:

Fics where Jiang Yanli gets to prove people wrong and be valued and rewarded

(Good marriage also a plus but not essential)

No A/B/O please @chalionkat

at the end of a storm (is a golden sky) by KouriArashi (M, 106k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC/WQ, JC & WWX & JYL, JYL/JGY, Canon Divergence, Angst, Family, Grief/Mourning, Developing Relationship, Slow Build, Politics, Intrigue, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Everybody Lives, Eventual Happy Ending, Chronic Illness, jiang family feels, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, post sunshot)

thunderstorms by antebunny (G, 11k, JYL & WWX, JYL & JC, JYL & YZY, canon divergence, fix-it, character study, BAMF JYL, YZY 's A+ parenting, angst, childhood trauma, hurt/comfort, yunmeng siblings, protective siblings, cultivator JYL, OOC JYL)

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 112k, Wangxian, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Angst with a happy ending, Everyone lives, Hurt/Comfort)

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending)

four people in a room and a wedding that cannot happen by MarbleGlove (T, 4k, YaoSu, Canonical Incest)

from the top, this time with personality by thunderwear (G, 17k, XuanLi, WangXian, cloud recesses days, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Family Feels)

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 89k, WIP, WangXian, Lan protective team, Time Travel, Past, LWJ oriented, Arranged Marriage, Boys In Love, Soulmates, Fix-It, Jiang siblings, not jiang parents friendly, JC is slowly becoming a good sibling, Soft LWJ, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX)

Aftermath by KouriArashi (T, 57k, XuanLi, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Romance, Developing Relationship, Family, Sibling Bonding, Light Angst, Politics, Attempted Sexual Assault)

it's a long road but we're not alone by Stratisphyre (M, 62k, WangXian, JYL & WWX, LWJ & LJY, JL & LSZ & LJY & OYZZ, Canon Divergence, Not Everyone Dies, Canon-Typical Violence, Parenthood, Grief/Mourning, Family Feels, Reunions, Golden Core Reveal, Getting Together)

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14. Hello, this is the resend one (I don't know if this is correct because I already forgot it but I still have a few of them in my mind)

A. Switch personality (wangxian)

B. I need some that wei wuxian died and they are all remorseful.

C. A bamf wei wuxian! (Oh my, I need a wei wuxian who doesn't have a low self esteem person) Or a revengeful one.

D. If you could offer me a not well known fanfic but it is so good to you.

E. This is an international group, so I hope you all find something interesting in your language, please do share (any language, I'm desperate 😭🙏)

I probably poured all my questions in here, no bottom ji or rape (also switch) anything is available for me, thanks mods! @lanwuxian0725

14B)

finding you always, all ways by BlueFrogs (T, 31k, WangXian, Minor 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)

in this place where we don't have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, XuanLi, WangXian, ChengQing)

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)

14C)

A chance to live—live well, live life to the fullest by Hsbee (T, 153k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, JFM/YZY, XiYao, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Rogue Cultivator WWX, YLLZ WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Fluff and Angst, Genius WWX, Immortal WWX, PTSD, Happy Ending, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Jiang Family Bashing, Supportive LXC, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Dark WWX, Eventual Smut, Background Character Death, WWX is Not Oblivious, No Yīn Iron, YZY Bashing, Inventor WWX BAMF WWX, Wen Remnants Live, Rich WWX)

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, musical cultivation, Slow Burn, Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Demonic Cultivation, POV WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Worldbuilding, No Yīn Iron, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Artist WWX, Musician WWX, Night Hunts, Fate & Destiny, Bad Parent JFM & YZY, Golden Core, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Father-Son Relationship, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Parent-Child Relationship, Angry WWX, Pining WWX, WWX is Not Okay, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Pining LWJ, POV LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell Wangxian, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love)

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 363k, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

🔒Discarded and Displaced by CLCA03 (E, 115k, WIP, WangXian, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF WWX, Assassin WWX, Cinnamon Roll WN, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Found Family, YLLZ WWX, Sunshot Campaign, POV WWX, Hurt WWX, Child LSZ, LSZ is a Wen, Sect Leader WWX, Protective LWJ, WWX & WQ Friendship)

Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 178k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Flirting, Teen Romance, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, WWX in WWX’s Body, Secret Relationship, Falling In Love, First Kiss, First Dates, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Canon Divergence, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Ripple Effect, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Optional Smut, Supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Has an Angry LWJ Kink, Drunk LWJ, Gusu Lan Alcohol Tolerance, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect)

14D)

Once Patience Bears Fruit by FinallyGotTheInvitation (E, 202k, WIP, WangXian, Immortal LWJ, Immortal LSZ, Mortal WWX, soon to be, Immortal WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Oblivious WWX, Protective LWJ, Reincarnation, Sex Magic, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, novel canon, "Straight" WWX, Age Difference, switching POV, Drunken Kissing, Drunken Flirting, Power Dynamics, Light Bondage)

Odd Geometry by maziodyne (M, 134k, WangXian, ChengSang, XuanLi, QingLi, WIP, Major Character Death, WWX does not grow up in Lotus Pier, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, Elemental Magic, Healer WWX, Sunshot Campaign, Post-Sunshot Campaign Slow Burn, letter writing romance, flirting at inopportune times, Crows, Familiars, Homoeroticism, epic divorce incoming, triple agent WQ, lockpicking, communication (but does it change anything?))

transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not Rated, 113k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern with Magic, non-cultivation magic, Magical Realism, Minor ChengSang, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, XY redemption arc through coffee, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Non-Linear Narrative, Minor XiYao)

Lovesong of the Square Root of Negative One by honeydrip (lmeden) (M, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Blood and Gore, Elements of Horror, Elements of magical realism, Layered Narratives, A Story Within a Story, POV Multiple, Slow Burn, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

14E)

Kaukana paratiisista (Far from paradise) by toivomusluu (M, 16k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst and Romance, Getting Together, Character Study, Suomi | Finnish)

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15. Any fics with confrontations between Madam Yu & Lan Qiren? Or at least LWJ?

🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY)

🔒 Come Lay Your Head Down Beside Me by Preludian_Staves (Not Rated, 9k, WangXian, No Sunshot Campaign, Fluff and Angst, protective Lans, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Mpreg, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Past Abuse, Child Abuse, Getting to Know Each Other, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX)

Consequences by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 58k, WangXian, XiSu, XuanLi, Canonical Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Good Uncle LQR, WWX is a Lan, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bad Parents JFM and YZY)

Untamed: Ribbon Bound (On Hiatus) by SaberclawPrime (M, 54k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Mentions of Character Death, betrothed WangXian,Good Parent LQR, Bad Parent Madam Yu, Protective JYL, Mpreg, Everyone Is Gay, some people die, Getting Together, No Golden Core Transfer, Non-demonic cultivator WWX, JGS is an Asshole, Adopted WWX, Bottom WWX/Top LWJ)

🧡 To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending)

Thunderstorm in the Library Pavilion by ZamaShines (M, 22k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parent YZY, Abusive YZY, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Whipping, Astraphobia, phobia - thunder, Thunderstorms, Panic Attacks, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, WWX Needs a Hug, and gets the hug, Good Sibling JC, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

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16. Hi! I'm looking for fics where the Jiang Clan are held accountable for their actions and have canon characterization, including Jiang Yanli (who I often see excused, for some reason). No excessive bashing (as in, over the top), thank you!

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)

Consequences by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 58k, WangXian, XiSu, XuanLi, Canonical Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Good Uncle LQR, WWX is a Lan, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bad Parents JFM and YZY) (link in #15)

🔒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)

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17. Not sure if I asked this before or not but any untamed Wangxian fics where they meet up again and its just hard pining, being sweet with each other, touching A lot, that romcom moment of almost kisses and that intense scene when they finally kiss and its like kind of accidental but also with a lot of feeling in it? (Sorry if this was sappy, but its what I'm looking for😅) with also sweet nicknames for each other. Please let me know, Please and thank you😁 @yasssbassss

all I find is you by daltoneering (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Fluff, Confessions, There Was Only One Bed, First Time, finding home in unexpected places, Braid LWJ, Wound Tending)

and i will go this way by detention_notes (T, 24k, WangXian, Romance, Feelings Realization, Fluff, Love Letters, Epistolary, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Love Confessions, Kissing, Drunken Flirting, Implied Sexual Content, Fluff and Humor, Romantic Fluff, Kissing in the Rain, Marriage)

Senseless by carolyncaves (T, 6k, WangXian, Fluff, obviously, angst level minimal, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, First Kiss, Oblivious WWX, Wingman Juniors, [Podfic of] Senseless by exmanhater)

how do i forgive myself (for losing so much time) by thunderwear (M, 26k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition, of sorts, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, yunmeng bros reconciliation, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pining, 50 percent angst and 50 percent domestic fluff, read end notes for warnings, Post-Canon)

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, post-canon, case fic, curses, intimacy, getting together, romance, fluff, scars, non-verbal communication)

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fear-is-truth · 7 months ago

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the evans with a reader who is usually very stoic and/or serious laughing at something they said or did?

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans x stoic!reader .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel

a/n: damn this is relatable. me & my resting b!tch face

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

if tate was trying to be really serious and you broke out laughing, he’d look down and rub the back of his neck, giving you a shy smile. “you’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” he’d say softly, but there’s no malice in his voice—just that gruff, bashful tone he gets when he feels a little flustered.

he’d become a more of a little shit around you, pulling pranks or insulting the other ghosts just to see if he can crack that serious expression again. he’d love the challenge and would become determined to make your laughter a regular occurrence.

completely obsessed with the sound of your laughter. he’d think about it when you’re not around, replaying the moment in his mind like a victory. you being serious and stoic most of the time would only make your laugh feel more special and rare, like a treasure he was lucky enough to uncover.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would initially be confused if you laughed at something he said seriously, especially since he’s a pretty earnest and straightforward guy. he’d give you a puzzled look, trying to figure out if you’re laughing at him or if he accidentally said something funny. but he’s not the type to get upset over it—if anything, your laughter would make him smile too, even if he’s not sure why you’re laughing.

“oh, so i’m a comedian now?” he’d joke affectionately. kit has a good sense of humour, so once he realises what’s happening, he’d be more than willing to roll with it and laugh with you.

he has an easygoing nature, so once he realises you’re not mocking him, he’d start chuckling along with you. he’d grin at the sound of your laugh, that soft, affectionate look in his brown eyes as he watches you.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle is that guy who thrives on making people smile, especially his partner. if you’re stoic or serious by nature, it wouldn’t discourage him—in fact, it would motivate him even more. he’d see your seriousness as a puzzle to solve.

the first time he gets you to laugh, kyle’s face would light up like a christmas tree. “oh my god, was that a laugh? did i—wait—did i just make you laugh? you’re way cuter when you smile.” he’d wear that as a badge of honor for weeks

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

jimmy would take it as a personal mission to make you laugh. he’s a natural charmer and wants to bring out the light in you.

“c’mon, pretty girl’, i know you’ve got a smile hiding in there somewhere,” he’d say with that trademark wink of his, trying to coax a laugh out of you.

the first time you actually laughed at something jimmy said, he’d light up with joy. his reaction would be so genuine and full of pride that it might make you laugh even more. “there it is! i knew you had it in you!” he’d say, beaming as if he’d won the lottery. he’d tease you a little more after that, but all in good fun, because seeing you happy would mean everything to him.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

calls you his “little marble statue,” while delighting in how you manage to maintain your ice queen front.

would never mock your seriousness or make you feel bad for being stoic. “you carry yourself with such grace, my dear, but surely even a creature of your caliber deserves a moment of levity,”

when you finally did laugh or let out a small giggle, james would be positively delighted. he’d coo softly in your ear, his voice full of affection and lavish praise, “my sweet little dove, gracing me with her joy.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai is a scary dude but he always manages to say the funniest shit with a straight face.

he’s used to people agreeing with him out of fear, so hearing you laugh—especially at a time when he’s worked up—would throw him off balance.

he’d feel like you weren’t taking him seriously, and that would irritate him, bruise his ego. “what the fuck is so funny?” then demand to know why you’re laughing, even if it was something he unintentionally said that just came out funny. despite his annoyance, kai secretly likes that you feel comfortable enough around him to laugh. he’d never admit it, though. on some level, he feels a bit of pride that he was able to make you laugh.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

he wouldn’t get too frustrated if you didn’t laugh right away. he’d just keep cracking jokes, hoping that even if you didn’t show it, you at least thought some of his antics were funny. “oh, so you’re one of those people, huh? the ‘too-cool-for-laughs’ type. i get it.”

if you suddenly laughed at something he did, peter would be ridiculously ecstatic. “whoa… did i just do that? did i just make you laugh? hold on, someone get a camera this is a historic moment!”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

would poke fun at himself to lighten the mood. “you know, i might be a detective, but apparently, i can’t detect a sense of humour. how’s that for irony?”

if you actually laughed at something colin said, he’d be genuinely surprised and a little flustered. his ears would turn pink, and he’d look away with a bashful smile. “oh, you liked that? uh, cool, yeah. i mean, glad you found that funny,” clearly thrilled that he managed to make you laugh.

even if you laugh at something he didn’t intend to be funny, colin would secretly love it. he’d pause for a second, just to take in the sound of your sweet laughter. it would warm his heart to see you so relaxed and carefree, and that would be a bright spot in his day.

#american horror story #ahs #kai anderson #evan peters #tate langdon #ahs cult #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #james patrick march #kit walker #colin zabel #peter maximoff #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #kyle spencer x reader #jpm x reader #kit walker x reader #peter maximoff x reader

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matrixbearer2024 · 8 months ago

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Cruel

[Mr Bill Pines AU: Bill Cipher-Pines x Clifford(Stanford Reincarnation)]

Bill misses his husband and he can’t decide at the moment if this was Karma or just another mistake he’d walked into. Fate could be very kind, but it could also be a very cruel thing.

Inspired by a comic from @honeqq and I decided why not write something related to it! I need to write more stuff for them PLEASE-

Bill had to steel himself once more at the familiar chime summoning him again. He already knew who it was and had a few theories about the reason behind it. The real problem was that he didn’t know if he could take it anymore; each moment felt like a deep cut, with wounds left to fester as his heart battled his mind, tearing apart any semblance of sanity.

He had to mentally prepare himself for every encounter with the lookalike of his deceased husband, the imitation of a man to whom he had once given everything. Just being there was painful—the same voice, the same face, the similar mutation…

But he wasn’t the same man.

Taking a deep breath, Bill stepped in front of the impatient artist, who regarded him with mild annoyance. The artist was blissfully unaware of the constant struggle the god faced just to maintain a decent appearance. For some reason, Bill didn’t dare to explain this to him; it made it easier… sort of.

“Oh, finally. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

Bill mused that someone must be pulling a sadistic prank, repeatedly putting him in this situation where every waking moment threatened to unleash the flood of emotions and grief once more. This man wasn’t the genius he had once loved. This guy wasn’t Sixer, no matter how similar they looked.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d call you ‘lucky’ number seven, but you’ve just been annoying. Of all the cosmic beings to seek guidance from, you’d think you’d pick one that hasn’t faded into obscurity.”

“You were the muse for this journal’s author, so I thought you’d be able to help me in some way, somehow. I think.”

At the mention of the journal, Bill wanted to shrivel up and die. It was the only one he hadn’t had a hand in writing. The others he had co-authored with his husband, but this one… this one had eluded him for so long, only to be found by… this guy.

He wanted to bash his skull in and scream.

Stanford was gone; that pill had been hard enough to swallow a thousand years ago. Fate just had to rub salt into that open wound. This whole situation was cruel.

“What’s the problem this time?”

“I can’t decide what I want to paint.”

The empty canvas the other man gestured to seemed to beckon him, the stark white void drawing him in and holding him in a vice grip. The triangle stared blankly at the vacant space; an idea flickered to life in his mind, but he hesitated to indulge it. What if he did? It would only unleash another wave of grief, a haunting reminder of what once was and what he had lost to the relentless claws of time and the cold hands of death.

Bill already knew this was going to be idiotic. He felt it in his bones—he was about to make yet another stupidly ridiculous choice. Yet, before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out. Regret settled in immediately after he spoke.

“How about this? What if you painted someone for me? A portrait.”

The reincarnation regarded him with curiosity and interest, and Bill felt an overwhelming urge to gouge out his lone eye at the sight. Don’t look at him like that. Don’t give him the same expression that once held so much love and adoration, the kind that had nearly drowned him. Don’t remind him of those memories. Don’t drive the knife in deeper.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

That was the amusement that haunted him: the ghost of a man he had once loved to his own detriment. Someone whose smile caused the edges of his eyes to crinkle with unbridled joy, someone whose gaze never wavered in love and adoration. It was a ticking time bomb to have chosen and loved a mortal; inevitable goodbyes lurked around every corner of his finite life. There was no telling how much time they had left together, yet Bill still felt like Stanford was taken from him far too soon.

What he would have given for just a little more time—one last kiss, one final “I love you.”

He was a god, yet he would have surrendered absolutely everything for just another moment with the man he once called a husband. His equal. His muse.

Bill had to turn away from the other man, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly blinked them back; after a thousand years, the grief was still overwhelming. It felt like just yesterday he had been in the arms of his lover, and now that love and comfort were nowhere to be found. The ache in his heart throbbed and pounded, emotions turning him soft. What a useless god he’d become. What was once a pleasant feeling had morphed into crippling sorrow.

“If you don’t mind me asking, though… who is it that you want me to paint?”

That was a loaded question, burdened by the lament and grief of a thousand years—a love lost to the hands of time and the embrace of death. The one plane of existence where Bill couldn’t follow. Not as he was. Not when he didn’t have the ability to die. The sickness of an immortal, truly.

“Someone important to me. My muse.”

“You have a muse? Wow. They must be someone incredible.”

Bill could only let out an empty laugh. Stanford was incredible—more than he could ever dare to articulate. Words simply wouldn’t do the man justice; to have a god fall to his knees out of love was an immeasurable feat. The triangle always believed his lover was a force to be reckoned with, a powerhouse and then some. Yet, the relentless sands of time eventually wore him down. Even Stanford's brilliant mind, which had endured so much, couldn’t escape the inevitable; the grim reaper came to collect his dues.

No mortal was spared from that fate.

“Yeah. He was .”

The pain that bled through the triangle’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by the artist, despite his attempts to conceal it. However, the artist chose not to mention it, believing it was best not to pry. After all, it wasn’t his place to interfere; why would he?

Bill cleared his throat and floated up to get a better look at the empty canvas. Every instruction was clear and concise, every requested stroke of the brush executed with intention and purpose. The triangle’s close guidance and precise descriptions of each detail left no room for error; there were simply no mistakes.

As the painting began to take shape, colors and pigments blended seamlessly, crafting an image clearer than crystal. Gradually, the likeness of a man emerged—one with silver hair and a gentle gaze, complemented by a smile that reached his eyes, eyes that radiated immense love and adoration. It was evident that the painting captured an intensely intimate moment; such an expression was not meant for just anyone. Only someone so deeply loved and cherished could inspire a face like that. Only someone who felt eternally young could carry the weight of age with the wonder and joy of a child. The painting became a living juxtaposition.

The artist dropped his paintbrush in surprise; the painting looked so… alive. Under Bill’s guidance, this project had transformed into one of his best works. He couldn't help but wonder if its resemblance to a self-portrait was purely coincidental—an unnerving mirror he had created hour after hour, stroke after stroke, with immense specificity from the triangle beside him. However, the longing gaze from Bill toward the smiling subject made things clear. That action alone spoke more truth than any words they had ever exchanged. Yet, despite the painstaking effort poured into this piece, his eyes were inevitably drawn back to the final product.

It felt… familiar somehow, as if he knew this man, perhaps having met him somewhere before, despite the artist's certainty that he never had.

What was this sense of déjà vu?

The painting was beautifully crafted, distinctly unreplicable, particularly within the eyes of this man, which overflowed with mirth and fondness that clearly belonged to a lover. The expression he wore embodied the true essence of being loved, the purest depiction of happiness.

How had Bill even known about this? Not to mention in such explicit detail…

“Bill—”

“You have your painting, I need some time to think.”

The triangle’s voice trembled with overwhelming emotion, cracking under the weight of his grief. He couldn’t bear to look at the painting any longer. He turned away, unable to face either the finished work or the living, breathing human who looked so painfully similar to the man immortalised in the portrait. Every glance at the painting drove the knife in his chest deeper.

He had been right—this was a stupid idea.

“Just summon me again when you need me,”

Bill muttered, his voice barely holding together. And with that, the god vanished before the artist could even respond.

Back in his original resting place, hot tears spilled from his lone eye as the grief he’d kept buried for so long finally poured out. The triangle broke down into uncontrollable sobs, curling up against a nearby wall, shivering as anguish consumed him. An agonised scream tore from his chest, shaking the very room. It was a miracle he had managed to stay composed for as long as he had.

Maybe he had wanted to see Stanford again—wanted to remember a happier time, to recall a memory frozen in place. The face of his husband, the man he had loved so deeply. But that love was now buried beneath a thousand years of pain and loss, an ache that had festered beyond measure.

Bill Cipher couldn’t move. He stayed there, weeping through the day, letting the weight of eternity crush him.

If he was truly fated to cross paths with that reincarnation, there was only one truth left.

Fate was just so cruel.

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3ardnpc · 1 year ago

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a sacrifice in your name

SUMMARY: A paladin's oath means everything to them—but not to Simon, not when it comes to you.

ALTERNATIVELY: Simon sacrifices his oath to save you.

TAGS: oathbreaker!ghost, f!reader, DND!au, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, nondiscript violence, implied minor character death(s), Simon can lift reader, special villain guest appearance by Graves, body worship, cock warming, WC: 3.2k

A/N: a little what if scenario for vengeance paladin!Simon, who will always choose you over everyone else no matter the cost. and yes, the title is another sleep token lyric...

thank you to @/saradika-graphics for the dividers!

You wake to dim woods, a full moon overhead, and arms firmly encircled around your waist. The world bounces and sways in your bleary vision with a persistent ache pounding through your head.

Memories of the past few hours are a rapid flash of reds and oranges, sounds of crackling, splintering wood, and terrified screams echoing through the night. The bone-chilling fear of death seems to still freeze your sore muscles.

Now, as you slowly regain your senses, you realize you're riding atop a horse somewhere deep in unfamiliar woods in nothing but your night gown. The figure, whose arms encircle your body, grips the reins in front of you. Their own weight almost sags against yours. A helmet rests against your shoulder.

Icy fear crawls back through your body. You wish you can remember or get a clue as to where you were, but it is too dark and the horse is no longer on a path. The best you can do is escape, run, somewhere far from this stranger.

You jerk forward and claw at their arms, but you're blocked by leather vambraces. The stranger pull you closer to their chest, trapping your arms against your body.

“Let me go,” you plead. The stranger scrambles to restrain you and reign in the horse, who has become spooked by your cries. “Please!”

“Shh, you're safe,” a familiar voice soothes. It's grated, rough. Simon. “It's alright.”

Your body sags into his, but your heart still pounds. Your thoughts are mush in your head as you try to piece them together.

“What happened?”

The last thing you can recall is smoke and flames, raiders breaking down your door, and the blunt end of a sword bashing your temple.

Your query is followed by thick silence. A dark cloud of confusion hangs over you and Simon doesn't seem to want to offer any guidance.

“Simon?” You attempt to turn, but he holds you tighter, almost forcing the air from your lungs. And then, you realize he's trembling.

Simon, who was the pillar of strength, never trembled, never showed an ounce of fear. You grew worried.

“Don't,” he says quietly. “Just rest. We’ll be at an inn soon.”

A pit sinks in your stomach. An inn, but not your inn. If your fragmented memory serves you correctly, your inn is ash. The home and business your family-owned for generations was gone in a single night.

All the fight and adrenaline drains out of your body, leaving you weak and exhausted. You shut your eyes and lean against Simon, allowing tears to fall freely in the dark.

The neighboring town’s inn is small, cold, decorated with the heads of different animals and sharp weapons mounted on the walls. You hate it. There is no fireplace, no warmth, or life—nothing like your inn, your home.

You stare into the glassy eyes of a deer hanging above the owner. Your blank expression stares back in the reflection.

The owner is a bony, severe-looking man whose slimy gaze clings to you alone. Even as you cower behind Simon the man’s hunger makes you shudder.

You stare into the glassy eyes of a deer hanging above the owner instead. Your blank expression stares back in the reflection.

“A bath for her.” Simon tosses an extra silver piece onto the counter.

You're covered in soot with a trail of dried blood running down your temple and a small cut on your neck.

The owner perks up. “Do you require any assistance washing?”

You can't help but cringe at his words and wrap your arms around yourself.

Simon’s hand darts over the counter to grab the man by the scruff of his neck and slam his face onto the counter.

“Shut the fuck up,” he barks, “and get it ready. Or I'll spill your fucking guts on the floor and you can wash that up instead.”

The man whimpers and you can't find it in you to feel bad for him. But you do worry. Simon always makes a point to keep his violence away from you.

His fury wasn't a sight you saw often. You only know the beginnings and ends of it. The deep breaths as he tried to control himself and keep his temper in check or the bloodied knuckles and split lips.

“Yes, yes, right away,” the man stammers.

Simon doesn't let up. You see the fingers of his pointed gauntlets curl tighter, forcing a choked gasp from the man.

“Mercy,” the man pleads, voice wavering on the edge of tears.

Finally, Simon flings the man back and he stumbles to catch himself from hitting the wall. Scampering off, the man disappears around the corner.

Simon heaves a sigh, bordering on frustration and exhaustion. His shoulders are tense and when you reach a hand out to touch his arm, he doesn't look at you. He hasn't since you woke up on his horse. His helmet being on didn't help either.

You desperately want to know what he is thinking. Simon was never a talker, but his eyes were always more expressive than his words.

His arm wraps around you, bringing you into his chest. Your cheek rests against his chest plate. The metal is cool against your skin. Your arms wrap around his waist in turn.

You want to ask him so many questions, but now isn't the time. You want to think he’ll explain everything soon, but his tension doesn't reassure you.

He holds you in silence until the owner returns.

The man's gaze doesn't fall anywhere near you this time. The bloodshot, green eyes stay firmly on Simon as he stumbles over his words and let's you know the bath is ready.

Simon takes your hand and leads you around the corner. The narrow hallway has a wooden staircase built into the left and leads further down to an open door. You can see the tub inside, a towel draped over a wooden chair beside it.

The washroom is a simple room with a basin and a chair. There's a standing mirror tucked in the corner you use to look at the grime covering your body. Your face is gaunt, a shell of yourself. Your fingers ghost over the frown you fear will become permanent.

Simon shuts the door and moves behind you like a pillar, poised to support your unsteady legs. “Off,” he commands with a low voice, brushing the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder.

Your clothes slip off easily and Simon guides you into the tub. The water is lukewarm at best and you curl your knees to your chest to conserve heat.

“Will you tell me what happened now?” Your question is quiet.

He runs a cloth over your shoulders.

“Raiders,” he all but spits.

“What of everyone else?”

“Gone.”

Your brows furrow. You just couldn't believe you were the only one to make it out. Your heart breaks for all the people who were lost.

“And the raiders?”

No doubt Simon made short work of those bastards. He always did.

Simon wrings the towel out and extends his hand. “Come on. Out before you get cold.”

You're redressed in your nightgown but not satisfied.

He leads the two of you up to your room for the night. There's a wooden bed tucked in the corner and a dresser beside it with an oil lamp. You grimace at the sheets which are covered in a layer of dust. You pull them off the bed and toss them to the floor.

Simon begins the quiet routine of shedding his armor at the door. It almost feels like you're back home. His helmet comes off first and rests on the dresser.

Finally, you can see the tight furrowed brows, the downcast eyes, and tense jaw he wears. There is a quiet conflict raging behind his tired eyes. He looks exhausted and beaten to the core. He leans his sword against the wall, places his gauntlets on the dresser, chest plate and greaves beside it.

You watch as each piece comes off, searching for signs of injury. He never returns to you without scars or bruises for you to fuss over. But piece by piece, his clothes are free of blood and his body doesn't tense from sudden movements.

No sign of injuries should be reassuring, but it only adds more questions.

“Are you okay?” Your hands run down his chest to rest on his abdomen.

He's quiet for a moment, tense beneath your hand, before he mutters a curt, “Fine.”

Simon takes your hands and guides you back onto the bed. He leans over you, forcing your neck to crane back. A hand cradles your cheek, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb, as his lips lower to ghost over yours.

You want to ask him more questions—ones he won't answer, he can't answer—but he stops you short.

Simon captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He kisses you with a hunger that he needs satiated. His hands cup either side of your face, always gentle.

When he pulls away there's something missing from his gaze, replaced with a despair that stretches beyond you.

“Simon…”

“Not tonight,” he whispers.

He never liked to talk about his missions, the evils he faced all in the name of upholding his oath. And you never forced him to, simply doing your best to provide him comfort in other ways. You gave him a home to return to, open arms to fall into, and loved him completely. But, the hollow look on his face warns you of something terrible, something that can't be healed.

He brings himself to his knees, head hung in quiet repentance. His lips press against your knee. Then his hands snake up, pushing your nightgown past your thighs.

You grab his hands before he can reveal anymore, but he is insistent.

He looks up between your thighs like you alone can offer him salvation for whatever sin is consuming him whole.

“I need you,” he pleads. “Let me have you.”

Simon doesn't wait for your response before he’s rising once again to push you against the bed. When his lips meet yours, it's fierce and demanding. His body cages you and you're helpless to refuse as he knees your legs open.

Simon’s rough hands explore the soft curve of your body. Your hands caresses the slender curve of his neck and into the silk strands of his hair while his thumb traces random patterns on your stomach before dipping below the waist of your panties. His fingers skim lower and lower, and you squirm when the dull ache between your thighs grows stronger.

The pads of his finger meet your sensitive clit for the first time and rub slowly. Your body seizes around him, thighs clamping around his, and your arms wrap around his neck to ground yourself around the sensation.

The way he gazes upon you so reverently, like a goddess worthy of his devotion, nearly makes tears spill down your cheeks. You let out a gasp as the pleasure in your stomach grows stronger.

Your hips move against his hand, demanding more. When his hand moves away to tug at your gown, you pout.

“Off,” he commands.

Nothing needs to be said twice, not with Simon. You pull your dress off, freeing yourself to the darkness and his roaming eyes. Your nipples are pert against the cold air. His calloused hands glide over your waist, mapping every inch and curve of your body to commit you to memory.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispers in awe. His hand cups your breast as he lays kisses across your chest. Between each kiss he says, “You’re mine.”

You feel yourself blossom beneath his reverent touch and words. You lift your hips to let him pull your underwear off. His hands slide up your calves, over your thighs, and eventually one settles over your mound. You arch into his touch. A sigh leaves your lips as he runs his finger through your slick folds.

Two fingers are thrust into you without warning. Your breath is caught in your chest as you clench around him. His fingers work inside of you, pulling sweet moans from your lips, until you come undone.

Simon lifts your limp body against him as he settles on the bed with his back against the wall. You lay against his chest, face buried in his neck, as a wave of exhaustion hits you. The traumatic night is finally catching up with you.

As you come down from your orgasm and your eyes grow heavy, he pulls his cock free and positions you above him.

You attempt to shift your hips down to take him, but he stops you with a gentle squeeze of your hips.

“I've got you. Just relax.”

Simon eases you down on his cock, stretching you open. You want to squirm, to move, to please him the same way he did for you.

“Just stay here,” he says, his breath heavy in your ear. His hands cling to you as he shifts your bodies against the pillows. You feel the stir of him in you and involuntarily clench. He groans, burying his face into your neck to regain control of himself. “Let me feel you.”

You stay in each other's arms until your breaths fall steady. The closeness, his warmth, is a comfort you relish. Your home may be gone, but you still have Simon.

And, for now, it is all you need.

Simon waits for you to fall asleep first, cradled against his chest, before he allows himself to feel guilt wash over him. The weight threatens to drown him and he clings onto you like a raft.

He leans his head against the wall, staring at the water-stained ceiling. A veil of unshed tears blurs his vision. “Forgive me,” he whispers.

To who and for what, he doesn't know. He just hopes those words are enough to make the ache fade—it doesn't.

He allows himself to fully recall the entire night before he found you, before it all fell to shit.

Simon returned to ruin.

He saw the plume of smoke in the distance and hoped it wasn't real, but it was. Your town was engulfed in flames, glowing in the dark as bright as day, burning in his eyes like hellfire.

He moved through rubble, mind swimming with dread, to find you at the center of town, bound and unconscious. There were men surrounding you who wore a familiar coat of arms.

Graves, the pain in his side who never seemed to just disappear, was standing in the center of it all. Simon had faced his men before, but never Graves in person.

Simon would have caught on to the strangeness of the situation if not for the fury boiling in his blood.

Simon knew what he had to do—kill him, make him suffer. His oath wouldn't allow his evil to continue any further.

Gods, he hated the cocky grin on his face.

“There you are,” Graves called out like he was greeting an old friend.

“What the fuck do you want?” Simon’s sword was already unsheathed, ready to taste blood.

“To teach you not to fuck with me.”

Simon almost barks out a laugh. He raised his sword toward the challenge. Not one of Graves’ men moved to help defuse the situation.

“Go ahead and do as your oath commands—kill me.” Graves stood proud, arms spread wide.

Simon took a step further.

“But if you kill me, your girl dies too.”

A henchman hauled you up and placed a dagger at your throat.

Simon, for once, faltered. The sword in his hand trembled. He tried to steal himself but found he couldn't catch his breath.

He couldn't kill Graves and reach you in time. And he was sure if he made any move to save you, you'd be dead already.

“If you don’t kill me, I'll let you leave with her. Make your choice.”

So that was the game.

“Fuck you,” Simon spat. “I don't know ‘er.”

Graves ignored the bluff. Something in his smile told Simon, he saw right through his bullshit. “Go ahead and be a hero, Ghost.”

“I'm not a hero.”

He scoffed at the word. Destroy evil by any means necessary. His tenant echoed in his mind. Any means necessary.

He was far from a hero. A hero didn't turn a blind eye to those in need to pursue evil. He left behind innocent's far more times than he can count in the name of his oath.

Would you become one of the souls he sacrificed too?

Ever since he lost his family and took up his oath, he couldn't allow himself to feel emotions like guilt, sorrow, or fear, less it made him weaker to deliver the vengeance he swore to uphold.

But, you were his new family, the love he found amidst his violent wandering. He couldn't lose the safety and warmth that you were.

No matter what he chose, you or his oath, he would lose a part of himself.

Simon wanted to plunge his sword into Graves’ chest and be rid of the man and his impossible choice and that fucking smug smile. He wanted to destroy his very existence, so not even the strongest magic or God could piece him back together. He knew the world would be better off without him. He knew it deeply.

Yet, Simon lowered his sword and made his choice to condemn the world.

“I knew you were a selfish one.”

“Give her to me.”

Graves waved his hand and you were dropped. Simon caught you before you could touch the ground. He wrapped his arms tight around you, shielding you from the world.

“Fuck with me again and I won't wait for you to save her.”

Simon gritted his teeth but didn't say a thing. He kept his eyes on you. There was a cut on your neck where the blade was, shallow enough to draw a sliver of blood, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Fighting Graves would mean your death. Simon didn't care if he died, but he would never risk you. All he could do was lift you up and walk away.

Each step away from that ruined town he felt a piece himself slip further into the dark, remaining in the wreckage. His limbs lost feeling; his chest constricted.

A rope pulled inside his chest, urging him back to finish his duty. But, his feet dragged against the force to continue forward.

When Simon stepped over the town's threshold, the rope snapped. He was left with cold, empty despair.

Simon held you because that was all he could do as he left behind the destruction and his oath. At least he still had you.

He condemned the town’s survivors to death and allowed evil to escape the wrath of punishment—and he would do it all again to save you.

He will tell you of his selfishness in the morning. But, for now, he will hold your bare form tighter against his chest, closer to his heart, convincing himself you will fill the piece of himself that will never return.

But the void is boundless. It is echoes of flame and terror, shame and guilt, and a haunting voice calling to him in the dark.

“Oathbreaker, what have you done?”

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ximmortalis · 5 months ago

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Emmerich Volkarin/Rook: Miss me.

Summary:

Rook had sent letters to him, letting him know that she was safe setting his worries at ease. She wrote how desperately she missed him and how she couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. How she ached to have his hands on her body, wanting to feel him inside of her. It was nothing short of pure smut, he made the mistake of reading the letter before he started his lecture and now his mind his wholly focused on her.

He’s a love sick fool.

When Rook is away for a while, Emmerich looks back on how their romance came to be.

NSFW

There’s been plenty of talk around the Necropolis since Emmrich returned; after taking a sabbatical to kill two Elven Gods and having a helping hand in stopping the Dreadwolf from tearing down the veil. He’s been the main topic of conversation as well as the gossip. It’s not gone unnoticed that he’s returned with a woman, only a few know of his relationship. Most comment that he seems happier and clearly the sabbatical was much needed. He saw wonderous and learned truth’s that longed to stay buried, he put a ghost of his past behind him, looked death square in the face with barely a flinch and met someone who completely turned his world upside down.

Rook was a breath of fresh air that he didn’t know he needed.

Fierce and strong willed she dominated on the battlefield a whirlwind of blades and a dangerous precision with her bow a testament of her training as an Antivan Crow. When she and Bellera had first come to the Necropolis seeking his help as a fade expert; he had been captivated by her beauty. Emmerich kept that to himself, a beautiful young woman such as herself would have no interest in a man of his age. What he didn’t count on was her having the same thoughts that he did.

The first time she had said a flirtatious comment his way, his brain came to halt, and he must have looked like a complete fool. He didn’t take it seriously at the beginning she couldn’t have possible been interested in him, not when there were others such as, Davrin and Lucanis.

When she went with him to the memorial gardens for the first time to conduct a ceremony, she had listened intently to every word he spoke. Asked questions of his works wanting to learn everything she could of spirts and the fade. They shared an interest in botany, she taught him the many uses of different plants, admittedly mainly for poisons.

And she absolutely adored Manfred.

His little spirt of curiosity had taken a shine to her.

It was a common sight to see Manfred following her around the lighthouse; Neve had sweetly referred to him as Rook’s shadow. Even out in the field he wouldn’t stray too far from her side, when she picked herbs and plants Manfred would offer his backpack for her to store them and would walk with more cautious steps to not ruin them. On their return he would lift each one out of his pack studying them with a curious hiss; Rook would then take the time to tell him the names of each one, what they were used for and what did cause him some minor concern, how effective of a poison they could be. Manfred would gift her little tickets his found, shiny stones, seashells from the beaches of Rivain and once the skull of a bird. Rook had cleared out space in her room to house them all.

Their courtship was a slow dance, when it was clear to him that her intentions where sincere. Even more so when she timidly admitted that she had been with no other, a surprise to him; a woman of such beauty who had never felt the touch of a lover. It truly amazed him how she went from confident leader, one who wouldn’t think to throw a sarcastic one liner against an all-powerful enemy, to a bashful little thing. The blush that engulfed her cheeks when he leaned down for a kiss was simply wonderful.

Her lack of experience she made up for with the utmost enthusiasm.

Late night rendezvous in his room always ending with enthusiastic kisses, tongues sliding against each other’s. She made him feel like a young man again, like a lovesick teenager who couldn’t keep his hands to himself; she thrived under his attention. Rook loved to touch and be touched. Her fingers would trace over his hands and fiddled with the many rings that adorned them. He would watch with interest taking note of the slight blush, but it was the way she bit her bottom lip that gave her away.

Rook had a thing for his hands.

From then on, he started to be a bit more frivolous with his hand gestures and her eyes would track each movement. It brought him great pleasure knowing that something so small could unravel her.

The first time he touched her intimately started by accident, Rook had been perched on his lap while he responded to letters. Straddled over one of his thighs, her head resting against his shoulder, with one hand cupped against the side of his neck and her thumb stroking against his jaw. His arm wrapped around her back, hand resting on her hip as he traced random patterns with his thumb.

He absents mindedly shifted his leg which pressed against her.

Rook sharply inhaled and tensed the following breath shuddered against his neck; he froze unsure one what action to take next, but Rook answered that for him. With a tentative roll of her hips, he could feel the heat of her cunt against his leg. She sat up her gaze filled with need; he bridged the gap between them pulling her in for a heated kiss. Letting Rook take the lead, she rutted against his thigh with wild abandon with no proper rhythm, she huffed in frustration at not being able to feel what she wanted. He gripped her hips forcing her to stop her frantic movements.

‘’Slow.’’

He started a gentle and slow rhythm each time he rolled her hips down he would press up with his thigh. She gasped her hands clutching his shoulders, Emmrich could not help himself, his lips finding her throat and leaving trails of bites sucking what he knows will be deep purple bruises on her skin. The wetness of her cunt seeping through his pants as he works her closer to orgasm.

Rook begs for him to touch her to feel the ache deep inside of her that only his touch can sate. His fingers delving under the waistband of her pants, he groans at the first touch of her cunt. He rubs over her clit and is rewarded handsomely; her hips buck into his hand, and she moans loudly.

‘’In-inside, need to feel you inside.’’

Sinking two fingers into her with ease curling them makes her arch against him, she wraps her arms around his neck, one hand finding purchase in the hair at the base of his neck. He fucks his fingers inside of her with dangerous precision on that one special spot inside of her, Rook rocks against him with each thrust, he can feel that she’s close the tremble in her hips giving her away.

‘’So good for me darling, you’re close, aren’t you?’’

She sobbed out a garbled yes and more pleas followed.

‘’Come for me, my love; oh, you’re so good for me.’’

Her cunt clenches and she let out a wail as she falls over the edge; he keeps thrusting inside to draw out her orgasm until she falls against him spent. Soothing a hand up her back as her body works through the aftershocks. He can feel her heart racing, breath heavy and hot against his neck.

From then she’s an insatiable little minx.

They take every moment that they can to explore each other’s bodies, learn how to pleasure one another. The first time he had his mouth on her he pulled orgasm after orgasm from her until she was a whimpering mess, tears streaming down her face and drooling against the bedsheets. He was just as dishevelled as she was, hair a mess from her hands, moustache drenched from her juices and his pants ruined, his seed spilling inside of them from rutting against the bedspread. When she had gotten on her knees for him sucking his cock down her throat, worshiping him like a God and in return he praised her like a Goddess. The warmth of her mouth felt sinfully delicious, it didn’t take long before he spilled down her throat and she swallowed every drop of his seed. She released his cock with a lude pop pressing a loving kiss to the tip.

Emmrich was waiting for the perfect time to take his beloveds flower. Once the Gods were dead and the veil left untouched. He wanted to take her out again, have a fancy meal a night just for her to show how he cherished her. Wanting to take her to his home to worship her in his bed.

However, fate took an unexpected turn.

They argue before heading to Tearstone Island, Emmerich had his fear of death overwhelm him. They came to a stalemate just staring at one another before Rook let out a sigh and walked away, he yearned to follow but stubbornly remained in place and he regretted that choice. Despite this, Rook had chosen him to go into battle with her and before they reached Ghilan’nain he had a moment of sombre; if he was to die today did, he really want their last conversation together being a silly argument. He called out to her, apologises spilling from him. Rook smiled at him and promised that they’d talk once this was over.

But that didn’t come to pass.

After the death of Ghilan'nain he searches around the tarnished battlefield looking for his love but when he couldn’t find her his heart shattered. Rook had disappeared without a trace, it was only when the team found out that Solas had made an appearance in Minrathous that the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. Solas had escaped the fade prison by making her the perfect substitute. For the three weeks she was gone Emmerich was inconsolable, lost in grief he took to locking himself away in his room searching for something, anything that could return Rook to him. When he crafted the imitation dagger, he let himself hope but that was quickly snatched away when it couldn’t cut through the simplest of enchantments.

Taash couldn’t take just sitting around and doing nothing the dragon hunter wasn’t versed in magic but wanted to help in anyway she could. Taash dragged him from his room not giving him a choice and with Lucanis in toe, they made their way back to Tearstone. Again, they searched and once more found nothing. They were just about to depart when he felt it, a thinning in the veil. He called out for her as did the others, hoping that she could hear them. Then finally after what felt like an eternity, he caught a glimpse of her from, without thinking he reached in when he contacted something solid, he pulled with all his strength. Taash and Lucanis joining him and with one final heave Rook was pulled out of the fade and into his awaiting arms.

After three agonisingly long weeks she was back where she belonged, safe in his arms he held her close when she crumbled to her knees. A heart wrenching sob left her, and his body shook with each one. Emmerich learned the true extent of the cruelty she suffered at the hands of Solas. All this time she though that Varric was alive and recovering from his injuries, but the reality was that he was dead.

The night before they leave for Minrathous he takes her to the Necropolis wanting to ensure whatever horrid enchantment Solas had put on her was gone.

‘’Darling… I thought I’d lost you forever in the fade.’’

‘’I wasn’t afraid I would die. I was afraid I’d be there forever.’’

‘’You’re not, you’re here with me.’’

Rook pulled him to his feet, ‘’I did have someone to come back too.’’

The kiss they share is filled with longing and the deep love that they share for each other, he gently guides her until her back touches stone, and she waste no time in climbing into the coffin, dragging him with her. In the mist of hungry kisses, they shed items of clothing until they are both bare. She opens her legs giving him room to slot himself between them. His cock presses against her cunt and he can’t stop himself from grinding against her. He worships her body pleasuring her in all the way he knows she loves using his hands and mouth. When he sits back on his knees prepared to lets things end she surprises him once more, wrapping her legs around his waist.

‘’No more waiting. I want to be connected with you in mind, soul and body.’’

He intertwines one of their hands, bringing it to his lips.

‘’You already have me, my darling.’’

Slowly he pushes himself inside and she takes all of him beautifully when he is fully sheaved inside, she looks down at where they are connected and moans. Her cunt is tight, warm and wet and feels positively divine his cock snug within her walls. Rook pulls him down closer to her clutches his shoulders. It takes a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling the uncomfortable fullness blossoming into pleasure. A deep thrust has her throwing her head back, her pleasure echoing off the walls. They don’t take their eyes off one another the contact only breaking when their mouths crash together in a passionate kiss. Her cunt clenches around his cock as she comes with a cry and with one last deep thrust, he follows her, his come spilling deep inside.

Falling asleep embraced together, he wakes early with the good intentions of getting breakfast instead she coaxes him back inside the coffin with whispers of what she wanted to do to him. Who was he to say no?

The tables turn when he’s the one on his back while his love rides his cock for all it’s worth and all he can do is grip her hips and let praises fall from his lips.

Emmrich gets pulled from the past and into the present by one of his students calling his name. He clears his throat and apologises for being distracted, normally he isn’t so easy to distract but he hasn’t seen his darling for just shy of two weeks, currently out on an adventure with Taash in Rivain. He’d been invited of course, but since the world had been saved the vast knowledge that he had learned was needed back at the necropolis and thus he went back to teaching. Eager students had filled the seats in the lecture hall wanting to know of his involvement of helping stop the Gods. He fed them small titbits here and there, spoke of his companions in high regards.

He's nearing the end of his lesson when the door flings open with a loud bang, revealing Manfred, dragging a very apologetic Rook behind him.

‘’Rook! Rook!’’

All his students stop what they are doing turning with star filled eyes, fascinated at seeing the woman who saved the world, the leader of The Veilguard. Manfred who is still chanting her name, clearly excited that she has returned. She looks over at him and smiles and calls Manfreds name to get his attention.

‘’I’m sorry Em, he got a little to excited.’’

Emmerich lets out a small laugh, ‘’That’s quiet all right my dear, I’ll be done soon.’’

Her attention turns back to Manfred, ‘’Let’s go, you wanna see the gifts I brought for you.’’

With an excited hiss they leave, his bony arm interlinked with hers. His students make no comment when he rushes through the last of the material, especially when in his rush to finish he forget to assign them work to study outside his lecture. He leaves the hall with a quick thank you to them and makes his way to his room. Opening the door, he’s greeted by the sight of Rook and Manfred sat on the couch, her showing him the many trinkets she brought back. She sends him off with a puzzle box, clearly an item to keep him busy for a good while.

Emmerich wastes no time sitting down next to her and pulling her into his lap, he’s waited for this moment long enough.

‘’My darling, how I have missed you.’’

Rook leans down to kiss him, ‘’I’ve missed you too, hopefully my letters help with my absence.’’

‘’Speaking of letters, you’re last one has landed you in trouble,’’ His hands squeeze the flesh of her thighs, and she lets out a breathy sigh before she smirks and rolls her hips against his readily hardening cock, ‘’Oh really?’’

‘’You absolute minx.’’

Her laugh turns into a surprised shriek as he stands, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carries her over to his desk. Hands making their way under her shirt to cup her breasts, thumb skimming over her nipple. Rook leans back on her elbows looking up at him through her lashes.

‘’Show me how much you missed me.’’

‘’As you wish, Darling.’’

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kichikichiko · 1 year ago

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Can you please do a Nanook X trailblazer reader

Destruction and love

Not me taking a year to write this request 💀

Im so sorry Anon but back then I had NO IDEA how to write this out but now I got some idea hihihi

Synopsis : drabble of being with the Aeon of destruction, right under your fellow trailblazer's noses

Pairing: Nanook (aeon) x trailblazer gn! reader

CW: READER IS NOT THE MC TRAILBLAZER FROM THE GAME!, short af, I use use he/him pronouns for the aeon when THEY appear in their moetal form!, my first time writing for Nanook pls dont bash me yall, OOC Nanook obvi, not proofread

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Nanook and trailblazer reader! Are an interesting pair

You and the Aeon of destruction keep your relationship a secret

After all, you and your coworkers are out to destroy every stellaron the Aeon has planted

How you and Nanook see each other is through your dreams

Although it is not THEIR forte, all Aeons have the ability to traverse a mortal's mind if they so please

You may not be the Emanator of Destruction but you recieve far more attention from the Aeon than THEIR emanators

In your dreams the form THEY take is always switching between 2 options

1, THEIR normal Aeon form, where you are but a spec in comparison to THEM. You fit perfectly in the palm of THEIR hand. The fiery blaze that follows the Aeon does not burn you, but instead warms you up comfortably.

2, THEIR human form. Yes, Aeons have disgarded THEIR mortal bodies as they ascend to Aeonhood, however, in dreams it is possible to ignore the laws entirely. Nanook takes on the form of a tall man, his long braided white hair and piercing yellow eyes still remaining even in THEIR mortal form.

Nanook does this to be closer to you, to show you that you and THEM are equals.

Everytime Nanook appears in THEIR human form, you cannot help but feel closer, and feel as if you arent below THEM

You sleep and descended to the realm of dreams after a long day of trailblazing to a distant planet. After bidding farewell to reality, you open your eyes to the all too familiar landscape of the stars. THEY are here. You are meeting THEM again. Which form will THEY take on today?

You feel a the glowing warmth behind you as you looked at the vast sky of the universe. "Hello love" your eyes darted up to where you would usually meet his gaze, however THEIR eyes are nowhere in sight.

THEY have taken on THEIR mortal form to meet you today. "Down here, my love" he spoke warmly

Your eyes went down from the sky and finally meets his gaze. You smiled to yourself and walked up to him "So you've decided to see me in your mortal form."

He nodded, caressing your cheeks when you finally got close enough "I know how much you adore this form of mine"

You hummed in agreement "True, it makes me feel as if I am not below you, and that in some ways, we are the same." You chuckled a little "I dont mean to say that Im in the same level as an Aeon but.. you get what I mean"

A ghost of a smile was seen on his face as he kisses your forehead "I know what you mean. And you are not below me, my love. We are indeed equals in the present time, all the way to the end of time."

"When you finally get what you want.. and destroy the universe.. will you take me with you?"

"Of course. My love for you, is stronger than my hatred for this universe. I will follow you on your path of trailblazing, and you will follow my path of destruction until the death of this universe."

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

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mist-see · 5 days ago

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What you protect.

Pairing: Ghost x Tall Black!Female!Reader

Theme: slow burn, vulnerability, patching up wounds, near-death tension, trust-building

Word Count: ~2400

Setting: After a mission gone wrong — a small, abandoned medical outpost

He should’ve died.

You watched the blood drip from his side, slow and thick, as you dragged his half-conscious body into the busted-out safehouse.

His eyes stayed scanning —hazy but alert. He hadn’t made a sound, not even when the bullet hit him. But now, under the flickering lights, he was sweaty, and probably pale, trying to stay upright for your sake.

“Don’t pull the tough guy act now,” you snapped, breath ragged. “Let me work.”

“Didn’t—know you cared,” he muttered, a crooked smile twitching beneath the mask.

You glared, dropping your pack hard enough to rattle the floor.

“You think I train with someone that long and don’t give a damn? You don’t know shit, Ghost.” Your tone was rough- angry almost and you didn’t mean for it to sound that way.

He flinched—not from the wound. From the truth. You didn’t really care about him as a person, at least not now. But he was your boss, and you’ve been on this task force team for years now.

You peeled back the tactical gear and found the entry wound. Through the side. Clean, but deep.

“You’re lucky,” you muttered. “Two inches closer and I’d be zipping you into a body bag.”

He chuckled weakly. “Didn’t know you were planning to be the one to bury me.”

Your hands paused, blood coating your gloves. You looked up at him.

“I don’t bury people I haven’t had the chance to know.”

That shut him up. You made it awkward, on purpose to avoid speaking right now.

You worked in silence after that, ignoring his quiet grunts and groans as you stuffed the gauze into the wound, packing it through and through to slow the bleeding. You were distracted, you didn’t notice his other hand slowly reaching to his face. The mask came up.

You paused when you see the stark beige color surrounded by darkness.

You barely stared at him, you didn’t understand why he was letting you see his face. It was too intimate, it didn’t make sense. You weren’t friends, you two barely spoke.

But still, you didn’t speak, and he didn’t either, just watched as you wrapped him up, using the mole on your cheek to stay focus, to keep breathing, to stay alive. He just…let you.

Let you touch him.

Let you see.

And he was…tired…from more than just the bleeding out.

Not mutilated the way you expected. Not broken or gruesome. Just scars from years of abuse and war.

Just human.

Eyes softer than you’d thought. Jaw tight. Shadowed stubble across his cheek. Mouth slightly parted like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

You didn’t stare. You didn’t flinch.

You just dabbed the gauze along the angry red line in his skin and muttered, “You always throw yourself into gunfire, or is that just how you flirt?” You spoke finally in the daunting 15 minutes the two of you had been hidden.

He gave a breathy, broken laugh. He wasn’t used to your humor yet, it matched his own.

“You think this is me flirting?”

“I think it’s the only way you know how to get someone close… sacrificing yourself instead of just starting a conversation..” so that you could owe him companionship.

His eyes darkened. “Maybe it’s the only way someone like me deserves to be touched.”

You stopped. Maybe you’ve underestimated.

Fingers still. Gaze sharp.

And for once, you didn’t say something hard-edged or cocky.

You just said, “Don’t talk about yourself like that. Not with me.” You weren’t going to give him a pity party, and he understood that, he respected that. But at the same time you hated when people would bash themselves in front of you.

His eyes searched yours—like he was trying to decide if he should keep going just to rile you up, or move on. He does both.

He mutters softly:

“I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever trusted.”

You stayed kneeling there, pressing the gauze tighter. But your tone turned low, softer. Your brain was telling you to not get to close, but you also weren’t a dick head. He was opening up to you and you wouldn’t pass on this, you couldn’t pass on the chance to know Simon Riley.

“So have I. Doesn’t mean you stop trying.”

“Doesn’t mean you start either.”

“Maybe not.” You met his gaze. “But you let me fix you. That’s a start.”

The night settled around you like a second skin.

He fell asleep eventually, slouched against the wall, skin pale and breath shallow but even.

You stayed awake. Guarding. Watching.

When he stirred—hours later—it was to find your thigh resting near his thigh, not quite touching, but there.

A silent gesture. I’m still here.

“You stayed,” he rasped.

You didn’t look at him. Just nodded once.

“Where the fuck else would I go… You’re my lieutenant…Would’ve dragged you out if I had to.” You shrugged that shit off, like it was something you were meant to say.

A beat of silence passed between you. Your eyes stayed glued on the glass-less window.

Then, he whispered:

“I dreamt of you.”

You finally looked at him, brow raised and obviously caught off guard. How odd. But you didn’t tell him to shut the hell up, you urged him to continue.“Yeah?” Who wouldn’t be curious.

He nodded, licking his cracked bloodied lips. “But you weren’t saving me.”

“What was I doing?”

“Standing in front of me. Between me and the bullet.”

You stared at him. Something shifted in your chest as you thought about this dream, this nightmare. Would you had stood in front of the bullet like he had with you?

… a question that wasn’t hard to answer, surprisingly, and that annoyed you.

“That’s not a dream,” you said quietly. “That’s hell… a fear. A nightmare.”

He looked away, ashamed almost, as if he knew that you were trying to dismiss him. That’s not what you intended. Or maybe he was ashamed because he knew what this meant, that that dream could’ve meant something deeper. Would you save him?

You didn’t like that, you didn’t like that at all. Did you make him feel bad? Oh so what, all of a sudden you care about his feelings?

So, you leaned closer, slowly, until you were eye-level, nose to nose.

“You’re not the only one who’s scared,” you said. It was something that was finally vulnerable, to let him know that he wasn’t truly alone. You were terrified. You always are, this is war.

Then—because the moment felt too raw to leave empty—you reached out, fingers gripping the dusty balaclava that sat in his head like a hat, and slid it back down, masking him.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t pull away.

deep down you didn’t know if you were ready for Simon Riley yet. You found yourself more comfortable with ghost for right now.

Pt3

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auspicioustidings · 1 year ago

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Ae Fond Kiss - Part 1

Winsome Wee Thing

Summary: This is the start of a story from this concept. You fall in love and you learn loss more ways than one. Words: 3.9k TWs: major character death (temporary), miscarriage

Parts: 1 2 3

You and your boyfriend's Lieutenant disliked one another immensely and immediately.

For you it wasn’t so much that the hulking idiot was in a balaclava, although you found the skull pattern so teenage boy edgy that it caused a cringe deep enough to feel right through your molars, it was the obvious dismissal he had for you. For Simon it wasn’t so much that Johnny’s newest pretty little bit was a smart arse, although he could practically feel the ‘not like other girls’ radiating off of you in waves, it was the obvious disdain you had for him. The first impression set the tone for what became a horrid relationship.

–

“This is my Lieutenant, they call him Ghost but I believe he prefers to be called-”

“That’ll do.”

There was something about the way he cut the puppy dog that was your boyfriend off that riled you a little.

“Nice to meet you, Ghost. Is that your gamer tag or something?”

“Never been one for games. You a gamer girl?”

“Not enough to have such a cool nickname.”

“Oh I’m sure we could come up with a nickname that would suit you princess.”

Gaz, who you did like, spent the rest of the night meditating while Johnny remained clueless to the simmering hostility between the two of you. Price didn’t really seem to know what to make of it all, but you found you had a natural respect for the Captain and as time went on, he was the one that could always tell you and Ghost to knock it off if he could see a fight brewing.

–

Johnny had been so excited to introduce you to his team and his team to you and the only thing you and bonehead could seem to agree on was that you would pretend to be civil when Johnny was around. So the jokes were underhanded but could be brushed off as humour, the vitriol was kept for when his back was turned, the eventual birthday presents were tactfully meant to appear innocent but actually be biting insults and the all out war that was had around a pool table was played off as healthy competition.

If it has been anyone but John MacTavish you’d have dumped him purely so you would never have to see Simon Riley again, but fuck you fell hard and fast for Johnny. You didn’t even fully remember your first meeting. It had been a blind date and you thought you had been stood up so got well past merrily drunk at the bar of a nice restaurant. You had not been stood up, your date had broken down in the snow and in the hours you had been drinking the flurries had become a full blizzard. But that wasn’t going to stop Johnny. In the middle of a backroad with a blizzard beating down and no signal to call he had hiked his ass all the way to you, getting there just in time to catch you wobbling out the door.

He had been a gentleman, hadn’t taken advantage. You woke up the next day with a handsome man bringing you breakfast in bed and apologising profusely for the whole thing. He had slept on your couch and admitted sheepishly that he had walked you home. From what little you did remember, you had made it difficult by starting a snowball fight and wanting to make snow angels every 5 minutes. You remembered the scent of pine and a roaring fire that enveloped you when he had bundled you in his jacket, breathing in and being transported to a log cabin in the Scottish highlands in winter, safe and drinking something warm with a hint of whiskey.

If you hadn’t already been falling for him after his bashful teasing that morning, you were flung head first into it when you spent the next week looking after him when his gallantry earned him the worst cold known to man. He was a big baby when he was sick and that combined with the terrible sense of humour that he had made you desperate to learn more about him.

–

“Ye cannae be mean tae me, I’m naw long for this world!”

For such a large man, he really was like a little kid bundled up in blankets and whining.

“Uh huh, that’s very valid and very sad but you still need to take your medicine.”

“I was never any good at swallowing, maybe ye can give it tae me as a suppository.”

Ridiculous man.

“Aww come on, swallow like a good boy and maybe we can talk about that suppository when you’re better.”

“Fuck, where have ye been all my life?”

His loopy grin nearly made you plant a kiss on his lips regardless of how ill he was, but instead you just ruffled his hair when he knocked back the pills and wondered how you were ever going to keep from loving this man.

–

The second date he had left you with a fond kiss at the doorstep after a wild night of earning enough tickets at the arcade to win him a little plush skull toy. He had been obsessed with it when he had first seen it, had told you he needed to win it for his Lieutenant. You thought that was adorable and had put your frankly suspiciously good reflexes to work absolutely rinsing the whack a mole for every ticket you could get from it. Of course had you known then that Simon Riley was the biggest ass on the planet you’d have hoarded your tickets and gotten 300 packets of Haribo instead (or so you’d like to think, but you knew deep down you could never have denied Johnny knowing how bright he smiled when he had traded the tickets for that stupid plush).

By the third date you wanted him so badly that you felt like a bitch in heat. You started to think that maybe you were making a fool of yourself with how calm he seemed whenever you sneaked a touch or whispered a filthy promise. God you liked him so much, it was killing you that maybe he didn’t feel the same. You needn’t have worried as it turned out, date number 3 was when John MacTavish had completely ruined you in a way you had not expected.

–

“This was really nice” you said, a bit embarrassed if you were honest and avoiding his eyes after he walked you to your front door.

You had been a menace the whole evening. You had never been some sex kitten but fuck he just brought it out in you without even trying. He probably thought you were ridiculous now with how you had tried to be all sultry the whole way through dinner. Fuck, your hands had wandered something awful during the movie as well and you felt the humiliation from it burn from your ears to your toes. He didn’t want you the way you wanted him and you had pathetically thrown yourself at him. He probably couldn’t wait to lose your number.

“Open the door.”

Shit. He sounded almost angry. The first guy you had really liked in a long time, maybe ever, and you had totally blown it by being over eager. You shakily unlocked your door and blew out a breath, prepared to go inside and cry over a glass of wine. Instead you were grabbed by the waist and slammed against the door to close it behind you so fast it made your head spin.

John MacTavish’s tongue was down your throat and he had your wrists pinned above your head in a bruising vice grip. You had only just found the sense to kiss back when his lips were gone and instead his teeth were sinking into the delicate skin of your throat. The whine you made at that was all animal, as was his answering growl.

“Next time ye misbehave like that I’m going tae bend ye over the dinner table and fuck ye hard and proper in front of all those nice, fancy people.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You had never gotten so wet so fast in your life. The nice lace panties you had on under this dress were soaked right through. He bit off a curse and your legs nearly gave out when he suddenly let you go and backed right off, dragging a hand roughly through his hair.

“Fuck, sorry. Dinnae hate me, I wanted tae… our first time I mean, I had it all planned oot. Which makes me sound like a creepy, presumptuous bawbag. And now I’m being a fucking reprobate and pinning you tae the door without even asking first.”

Oh my God. You could not just fall in love with a man after 3 dates. And yet looking at his blown out eyes, how his body thrummed with barely contained lust for you and how he nearly vibrated with the effort of holding himself back because he wanted to treat you right… you had fallen in love with a man after 3 dates.

“I thought…” you said, your hand coming to rest on your flushed chest as you tried to find the words. “I mean at dinner and then at the movie, I um… well I wanted you to, you know. I thought maybe you didn’t want to? Which is fine obviously. I mean if you didn’t want to.”

The whiplash from going from lust to humiliation to lust and back to embarrassment was not something you were enjoying. You looked at him, he looked at you and after a few long moment the two of you burst into laughter. What a bloody pair you made. He came over and wrapped you in his arms, that wonderful scent that just gave you a feeling of contentment deep in your bones sinking into you.

“I want to. Was hard for the whole film, couldnae move that popcorn bucket or someone was getting an eye oot. Wanted tae spank ye red raw for all that teasing” he confessed into your hair, so sincere and blunt about it that you weren’t sure your pussy was likely to forgive you if you didn’t go out of your way to tease him next time.

“Wanted?”

He laughed, probably because you sounded somewhat like a petulant child, and leaned back, hands going to gently cup your face. Looking into his eyes felt like a gentle falling. Falling into a warm bed on a cold morning after a hot coffee, falling into the first fresh powdery snow of the year, falling in love with a man you hardly knew but felt so much like coming home.

“Was planning on asking ye tae come with me up North. Got a nice cabin in the Highlands that I usually rent oot since my Captain is always going on about having a backup plan. Want it tae be perfect.”

“You don’t have to go to all that trouble.”

Nobody ever had before. In your somewhat limited experience men wanted to get to fucking as soon as they could and while a few had made sure you came first, none had ever put much thought into getting you into bed in the first place. It just sort of happened. You would never have said you were insecure, but at that moment you felt the crushing weight of feeling that you didn’t deserve this man making such a grand gesture just to get inside you. You already wanted him. And there was no way he wasn’t experienced, how would you ever be good enough to warrant all the effort he was going to?

“Hey, look at me beautiful” he said quietly, thumbs rubbing soothingly across your cheekbones and coaxing your eyes back to his. “I really like you.”

Those four words ruined you entirely. John MacTavish put his heart out there with such simplicity that it stunned you. He could have thrown you on the bed and fucked you rough and savage and you’d have enjoyed it, but instead here he was butting his forehead lightly on yours in affection despite his evident arousal because he wanted more than that.

“I really like you too.”

Instead of fucking, he held you while you cried like a baby, overwhelmed by the care he took with you. He only made it worse when he whispered to you how you deserved to be treated with adoration. He called you beautiful, bonnie thing, mo leannan, winsome wee thing (that one made you laugh). He refused gently when you wanted to take care of him that night, instead laying you down softly on the pillows and lapping between your legs to bring you to slow orgasm after slow orgasm until you were boneless and sated, slurring your speech as he bundled you in his arms and you spoke about everything from your childhood pets to your great hopes and dreams until you drifted off into the best sleep of your life.

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Your first time with him inside you was in that cabin like he had wanted and it had been the most perfect few days of your life. He had made sure you felt safe and comfortable, insisting you gave the location to your friends and going over maps of the area with you, pointing out where you’d need to go to get signal to check in with them. He bought ingredients for all of your favourite meals and stopped for a snack run on the way to boot. He showed you his test results but stressed that he was putting no pressure on you either way and if you did want to have sex he would have condoms if you preferred. And after all that he made it clear that you did not have to have sex with him if you didn’t feel like it. Johnny would be happy to just hold you for a weekend. As soon as you arrived he taught you how to use the sat phone if there was an emergency. The voice on the other end was gruff but soothing somehow, safe sounding (that at least was something that never changed about Simon, despite not liking the man, you always felt safe with him).

You were ready to explode by the time he finally laid you in bed. He stroked deep and slow inside of you, steady and solid and torturous. You understood then the difference between fucking and making love. It was the first time anyone had ever shown you the latter.

He then proceeded to show you the former in great detail on every surface inside the cabin and on quite a few outside. Your pussy was battered and your clit bruised in the most delicious ways. Your throat was raw from screaming and from being fucked. After a lifetime of swearing up and down it was never something you were interested in, you wound up practically begging for his cock in your ass because there was not one part of you that you did not want dripping with him. And of course he was only too happy to make sure you understood everything he would do to prep you by letting you do it to him first. You couldn’t fucking sit down for a full day after he had indeed spanked you red raw for the teasing you had done on that 3rd date.

A week later you met his family, the week after that his brothers in arms. And then he was gone and you were so worried about him that you constantly felt nauseous. It took years for you to be able to settle when he was deployed, to not spend the whole time imagining him not coming home to you. Because by that time that was what you had built together, a home.

You and Kyle became friends throughout the years. You really did like him, he was easy going and would laugh and let you bitch about Simon whenever you wanted. Captain Price came to feel like an older brother. He was there whenever you needed him, whether it be a car breakdown or because you were in a panic about a handsy coworker (poor guy had broken both hands in an accident the next weekend). And Simon? Well not too much changed there, you dealt with each other when you had to and were it not for your shared love of Johnny you suspected you’d have killed one another.

At least until Las Almas.

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You didn’t know how you were going to tell Johnny. In fact, you probably wouldn’t. What good would it do? It had sorted itself out. That was how you tried to think about it. Food poisoning had made the pill ineffective for a day, you had gotten pregnant unplanned and unwanted and had lost the baby before you’d even started showing. It didn’t matter that while Johnny was somewhere being a hero you had heard a tiny heartbeat at the doctors. You told yourself over and over again that you didn’t want it anyway. You tried to think about how awful everything felt all the time. The morning sickness, the fatigue, the mood swings.

It was probably just the shock of it, waking up wet from the blood and thinking you were dying. If your first thought had been that you’d rather you die and the baby lived then you tried not to dwell on that. She would have had Johnny’s eyes. He would have wanted a mohawk so he could match his daddy. You forced an image of you telling Johnny and him being upset and not wanting a baby. It was useless. You knew that man. You loved that man. And that man would have gently made sure you wanted to keep it before bursting into happy tears and kissing you senseless.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t break his heart the way the last few months had broken yours. Maybe it was selfish, to want to keep this pain for yourself when you knew beyond a doubt that he’d be desperate to share it, to take as much as he could from you and turn it to gentle comfort the way he always did when you were hurting. But you wanted to be selfish over this.

It was a whole new pain when you answered the door and Ghost was standing there. Your knees went from under you and you collapsed with the weight of why he would be at your door. Why would he be here without your Johnny? It was the first time Simon Riley caught you.

You never spoke about the way he held you gently and told you that Johnny was ok, he was alive but injured. He made you laugh through your tears and snot by telling you what a bad patient Johnny was being, how he was about ready to beat up every medic on base to get back to you because “I dinnae need fucking morphine I need tae eat my bird’s pussy”. His Scottish accent on that impersonation was truly dreadful.

Simon never thought he would find himself comforting you. He didn’t like you, he never had. Johnny had never been so serious about anyone and it drove him nuts that you made him so happy. Happiness like that was an easy thing to ruin and you could ruin it if you wanted, that scared the shit out of him. It was even scarier when Johnny had shown him the ring he was planning to offer you.

He never told Johnny how you had broke in his arms that night. How you had told him about the miscarriage in the dark, bled your pain all over him and let it sink into his skin. He had taken it gladly. In the light of the morning you went back to your dislike of one another, but something had changed in the dark.

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You never did tell Johnny. You and Simon settled then on some sort of begrudging respect for one another. You still argued and bit at each other, but with the knowledge that now you would be part of one another's lives forever through Johnny given that only a few days after he came home he had slid a ring onto your finger.

Frankly you were fucking terrified when you came off of the pill. The only thing that got you through it was, unbelievably, Simon mumbling to you in the pub over a game of pool that you were going to be good parents. Of course Johnny had told him you were trying, but you found you didn’t really mind as you grumbled back an awkward thank you.

You could have strangled Johnny for having such strong fucking swimmers. You hadn't expected to get pregnant almost as soon as you were off birth control and it meant your wedding dress had to be altered to account for the small bump there. The bump he could not keep his hands off. Honestly the man was already insatiable, but fuck he loved you pregnant. He was already talking about more kids and you hadn’t even had the first one, he fucked you and groaned about wanting you pregnant all the time.

Your husband, something you thought you’d never get sick of saying, drove you mad once again in the late stages. You were hornier than ever and he was determined to treat you like you were made of glass all of a sudden. He certainly still gave you as many orgasms as you demanded, but gone was any rough and feral fucking. You loved making love with Johnny, but fuck if you didn’t miss the fucking.

You’d never tell Simon it had been your suggestion, not under pain of death. Neither of you had been attached to any name in particular, but you knew how much Johnny loved his Lieutenant. He was his best friend and they owed one another their lives several times over. There was a good chance that you owed him your life. Your husband had kissed you with so much love when you had asked if he’d like to call your son Joseph and after talking about it late into the night you had agreed that the little human inside you was your wee Joey.

A wee fucking bruiser is what he was, coming into the world kicking and screaming. Ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes. You joked that he must have screamed so loud he had damaged his own ears when he was referred to the audiology clinic after a second newborn hearing test. They stressed that you shouldn’t worry over it, but you hadn’t been anyway. Joseph was the strongest most wonderful thing you had ever seen, whatever came of it he had two parents who were going to make sure it never made his life anything less than a grand happy adventure.

Johnny had hated leaving him. Price had hated to ask it, had sent you enough flowers to start your own florist in apology. You understood though, your husband was off saving the world after all. Your heart was in your throat when he kissed Joey’s head and then kissed you soundly. Something felt off with him. The kiss felt different somehow, mournful. Maybe it was just a trick of your memory, hindsight tainting what you hadn’t known was the last time you would see your husband.

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Simon Riley caught you a second time. John MacTavish was dead.

#mhairiwrites #cod #fanfic #soap x reader #ghost x reader #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x john mactavish #eventual happy ending #my guys I wrote this in one go this evening so have mercy on my soul #enjoy all the sprinklings of trauma in here that are surprise tools that will help us with angst later

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marvelstars · 9 months ago

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“You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker, I did” Darth Vader in OWK

While I believe with some work this phrase could be worked into SW canon, I dislike it´s implications, I think this phrase was the show creators trying to whitewash Obi-Wan role in ROTS when he decided to cut off all of Anakin´s limbs and letting him burn alive, one of the most painful ways to die ever. This tells me not only part of the fandom has a hard time seeing the story as it´s with nuance but also current creators at disney but that´s not how Lucas developed his story.

Obi-Wan may have not groomed Anakin like Palpatine did, owned him like Watto but he certainly tried to kill him on behalf of the Jedi Order and he was convinced he only could kill him off , in fact it´s Obi-Wan the one who started the fight on mustafar activating his lightsaber first while Anakin wasn´t looking at him.

Obi-Wan´s mission on mustafar was to kill off Anakin plain and simple, when he saw him burn alive he didn´t feel pity or mercy, he feel disgusted, in lucas words, Obi-Wan thought he was a thing, a thing of the darkside and when he discovered Vader was alive he planned to train Anakin´s Son, use his memories of Anakin to convince Luke to kill off Vader, his father, then tried to deflect blame when confronted with the truth by Luke.

This doesn´t mean Obi-Wan didn´t love Anakin at some point but he believed in "once a sith always a sith" for someone who told Anakin only Sith deal in absolutes, he had a very "absolute" way of thinking, the only thing Obi-Wan tought he could do for Anakin once he fell to the darkside was kill him off, at no point does Obi-Wan in the OT tries to deny that´s his intention so it´s unnecesary for the fandom and some creators to try to do mental gimnastics over this fact and by the way Obi-Wan learned of Anakin´s actions, you could even say he was justified even if his actions were cruel.

That said the story is clear that there are two types of deaths, the physical one and the spiritual one when people fall to the darkside, the jedi believe killing a sith is ok because they are already dead and so they are not killing the same person, that´s the logic Yoda follows and Obi-Wan when it came to Anakin and Dooku but they are also hypocritical in this choice of words when they act as if revenge wasn´t a big factor on it but at least they accepted they played a part in what happened to Anakin even if they are trying to fix it by killing him.

This is what makes Luke reject their orders, because he doesn´t want to commit patricide for revenge, he respects and loves his teachers but that´s something he knows he can´t do without falling to the darkside as well and despite all the reasons he had to hate Vader, he also has felt his care for him in the force and that´s why he wanted to save him.

Anakin tried to convince himself that he was spiritually dead and lost until Luke went to rescue him and that´s why he told him he already saved him even if he was dying.

Obi-Wan was totally surprised when he discovered Vader turned back from the darkside and when he realized Anakin was going to join the force he realized he wasn´t going to see him as himself again, unless he teached him how to become a force ghost(this is tackled in the novel version of Obi-Wan´s pov in ROTJ), so ironically, it was Obi-Wan´s need to keep Anakin around, on his side, what promted him to teach him how to become a force ghost, because he discovered he still loved him as his friend and wanted his friend back.

It´s pretty clear in the story, this isn´t about criticizing Obi-Wan, this isn´t Jedi bashing, it´s how literally the events happened in star wars and those are part of Obi-Wan´s personality as well as some of the Order povs on the darkside this doesn´t contradict their good intentions or Obi-Wan´s sassy lines and warm demeanor with friends and family.

#anakin skywalker #star wars #darth vader #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #yoda #Jedi Order #miss the days in which you could make an honest analysis of a series without being told all kind of insults for having an opinion XD #stop taking the nuance out of star wars

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wangxianficfinder · 5 months ago

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In the mood for...

Jan 29th

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1. hello!! for itmf does anyone know any canon divergence fics where wangxian enlopes, or, and leave their respectives sects - not needed, but a bonus, if there is everyone elses reaction to it

thank you!!

An Unforeseen Shift by Remma3760 (G, 142k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, References to Canon, No Golden Core Transfer, JFM and YZY Bashing, Bad Parent JFM, Fix-It of Sorts, JYL is Not Angelic, Not Jiang Family Friendly, NHS is smart, Married WangXian)

🔒the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 105k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming NHS, Disabled Character)

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2. any fics that have the canon guidao, like that explores wwx cultivation as it was in the books/novels: the ghost path, not demonic cultivation, not making him crazy without control, hurting him, etc.

🔒 Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Flower Fall War by Anon_De_Plume (M, 32k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Nightless City, Canon-Typical Violence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Some people still do die though, JYL Lives, Not A Fix-It, Canon-Typical JC, Not really bashing but I didn't soften his canonical abrasiveness, Blood and Gore, Canonical Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death, Guidao is not Modao, Golden Core Reveal, WWX in MXY's Body, Slow Burn)

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3. i just reread kizukatana's "truth will out (when caught on video)" and i was wandering if anyone has a fic rec similar to it??

An Unscheduled Stream by trippednfell (M, 71k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivation, Misunderstandings, BAMF WWX, BAMF Wen Popo, WWX cultivates resentful energy but keeps his golden core, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Presumed Enemies to Lovers, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, Time Skips, Dual Cultivation - Not the Sexy Kind, but ALSO the sexy kind, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Horny wound tending)

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4. Hello, are there any recs that are similar to Body and Soul by toosel on A03 ?

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5. Hi, I'm looking for pics with gender non-conforming wei ying. Anything including; wearing feminine clothing, makeup, some type of non-binary, fluid or agender identity (NOT TRANS FEM OR MASC) in Canon, Canon-divergent or any non-modern Canon adjacent universe. I've already read resplendence by frozenmarvel so give me anything else you got @purplefuzzypickle

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, WangXian, Mix of CQL and MDZS, Identity Porn, WWX has an atypical relationship with gender)

Wei Wuxian, Who's That? by bumbledees (T, 48k, wangxian, crossdressing, pining, sibling feels)

🔒 To Make Him a Perfect Bride by Hinu (E, 139k, WangXian, Modern, Feminization, Crossdressing, Consensual, Marriage Proposal, Romance, Drama, Romantic Comedy, Meet the Family, Homophobia, Cultural Differences, Discrimination, Clothing Porn, Wealth kink, Potentially Unhealthy Beauty Standards, Crazy Rich Lans, Rich LWJ, Friendship, Power Bottom WWX, Corporate, Extended Lan Family, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Plot With Porn, Mild Kink, Bullying, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Coming Out, Implied Canon-Typical Child Abuse, Phone Sex in Public, Sexual Harassment, Competent WWX, Financial Domination, Sexual Roleplay, Light BDSM, Caught, WWX's dog phobia, Submissive LWJ, Blood, Smoking, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, WWX's dissociative panic attacks in later chapters, Gay LWJ, Protective LWJ, Weddings, Wedding Planning, Secret Relationship, Genderqueer WWX, BAMF NHS, Gay WWX, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, fem!WWX is LJY's and LSZ's sexual awakening, Office Sex, Airplane Sex, Happy Ending, Class Differences, Crazy Rich Asians Fusion)

i’ll be your girl by plonk (E, 30k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Crossdressing, The Porn Is the Plot, idiots to lovers)

drop the game by martyrsdaughter (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern, Romantic Comedy, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sports, Cheerleaders, Flirting, Banter, Sexual Tension, Kissing, Dom/sub Undertones, Bruises, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Crossdressing, Dubious Consent, Shower Sex, Frottage, Intercrural Sex, Mild Breathplay, Semi-Public Sex, Rimming, Wall Sex, Brief Sexuality Crisis, Comeplay, Come as Lube, Creampie, Loss of Virginity, Under-negotiated Kink, Consensual Non-Consent)

A Flower in Bloom (or Wei Wuxian Crashes a Party) by UmbrellaMartialGod (E, 30k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Crossdressing, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Festivals, Dancer WWX, Insecurity, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, mild possessive behavior)

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6. Hello, I'm itmf fics where wei ying doesn't have a close/good relationship with the jiangs (not bashing, more natural consequence of their behaviour to him) similar to stray cat by suprised_by_witches. Preferably where he finds support outside the jiangs/ doesn't reconcile with them or at least he isnt the one constantly reaching out to them

🔒 To Speak Up by Vrishchika (M, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Not Jiāng Chéng Friendly)

🔒 Lessons in Belonging by Nyatci (M, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers, POV LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Abuse, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, Jiang Family Bashing, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobia, Good Uncle LQR, background 3zun, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Assumed Asexuality, but it’s just an assumption, some mild non-overly-explicit smut, Domestic Fluff, wangxian adopt a-yuan, 5+1 Things, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Jealous WWX)

Love Don't Belong To Me by airinshaw (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Kissing, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attack, WWX's canonical self-esteem issues, Canonical Child Abuse, not as dark as the tags imply, Past Relationships mention)

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7. I'm in the mood for fics where upon first meeting LWJ thinks WWX is a barely-holding-it-together hot mess only to find out later that WWX is working himself to the bone to look after A-Yuan and the Wens.

Any time period/AU is acceptable.

Bonus points if LWJ does a little grovelling for allowing himself to make assumptions.

My only requirement is that it's gotta have a happy ending! 💗 @greywake

🧡 i really want to know (who are you) by Stratisphyre (M, 19k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single Dad WWX, Reasonable Authority Figure LQR, Allusions to violence and murder, Hospitalization) fits but it just features A-Yuan, not the rest of the Wens

🔒the stars in the hazy heaven tremble above you by cicer (G, 64k, WangXian, Fantasy, Cinderella Fusion, Mutual Pining, Background NMJ/LXC, background JC/NHS) may also work but I think Lan Zhan is more annoyed by Wei Ying than thinking he's a hot mess

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8. Itmf: a proper war time fic with baby juniors as a bonus addition ✨✨ @jaywuji

🔒 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX’s questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding) If 8 is looking for fics that describe the horrors of war, A Heart Undying does an excellent job but does not feature the Junior Quartet.

🔒 Forget Myself in Memories by geethr75 (T, 10k, WangXian, XuanLi, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travel Fix-It, Juniors travel to the past, Post-Canon, Canon Divergence, Past WWX meets future WWX in MXY's body, Past JC meets future JC, Sect Leader JL, Sect Leader OYZZ, Sect Heir LJY, Fluff and Angst, Mostly Fluff, Happy Ending, JGY dies as MY, SS and JZ dies, JGS dies, WQ and WN lives, JYL and JZX Lives, no golden core transfer, No golden core melting, Alternate Timelines)

Stubborn Shadows by secretlyteo (teobunn), teobunn (T, 24k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, mostly based on donghua and cql)

Time Travel, Obviously by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, Time Travel, Crack)

Lan Yuan's War by BurningTea (G, 196k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Dad lwj, Sunshot Campaign, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Rumours, CQL Verse, Mental Health Issues, Sick LWJ)

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9. Hello! ITMF a fic where WWX is in Ghost City after his death, not necessarily a ghost king or anything though

Not Only Gods Are Listening by a_dancer (Not Rated, 69k, WangXian, HuaLian, Post-Canon TGCFm MDZS Fix-it, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, YLLZ WWX, Crossover)

let this soul be your whisper by merthurlin (T, 28k, HuaLian, WangXian, Post-Canon TGCF, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds MDZS, Canonical Character Death, Canon Divergence, Found Family, kid fic but watch out, ghost city's express family therapy)

Raise It Up, Roll the Dice by GhostySword (T, 5k, Canon Divergence, Crossover, Fairy Tale Elements, Deal with a Devil, Grief/Mourning, Canon-Typical Gore, Excessive PDA, lots of feels, Ghost City’s Spirited Away Vibes) Bonus! - which features Wei Ying living in Ghost City after his supposed death.

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10. Hi, I'm having difficulty finding a fic where Wei Wuxian isn't portrayed as just a bundle of insecurities and self-worth issues. I would love something similar to the Wei Wuxian from The Shade of Old Trees, he's super strong, a genius, confident, and charming.I prefer canon setting, but at this point I will read anything,The longer the better! Thank you

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing) might appreciate Tawaen's fics! - is a good one. I also recommend browsing the "BAMF Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian" tag - there are a lot of gems in there!

🧡 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)

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 316k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Plot, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX’s Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings, Married WangXian, Honeymoon, Wangxian’s Baby Fever)

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)

Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ, Loss of Limbs)

transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (M, 83k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, ridiculously long author notes, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo)

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11. Hi! Ty for all the awesome recs (　-∀-)

I'm itmf a) any wwx pregnant that lead to him being kicked out by the jiangs, or B) jyl critical fics

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All The Years Lost by UseMyMuse (T, 26k, WangXian, Teen Pregnancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Single Parent AU, Forced misunderstandings, Forced miscommunication, Mpreg)

The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani (M, 46k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, Old Friends, One Night Stands, No Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forgiveness, Second Chances, Inspired by Mamma Mia! (Movies) Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, mention of miscarriage, Birth Trauma, amniotic fluid embolism)

Train Rides Change Everything by Seriana (E, 508k, WangXian, SangXu, ChengJue, ChenLi, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Mpreg, Abusive Jiang Family, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Slut Shaming, Fluff and Angst, Unplanned Pregnancy, Abusive YZY, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, Beta JC, Omega JYL, Modern Era, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Beta NHS, WC Being an Asshole, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Misunderstandings, Mating Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Scenting, Scent Marking, Slow Burn, Forced Marriage, First Time, Forced Bitching - Omegaverse, Alpha WX, Minor Character Death, Murder, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Kidnapping, drug overdose, Sexual Tension, Omega JC)

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A Matter of Choice by mrcformoso (T, 17k, WangXian, Dark LWJ, POV WWX, Flashbacks, references to grooming, References to Manipulation, References to Underage Sex, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Depression, Panic Attacks, Dissociation Self-Esteem Issues, Abusive Jiang Family, JYL critical, Jiang Family Bashing, WWX Needs a Hug, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt WWX, References to Torture, References to Starvation, references to cannibalism, Please read all warnings in author's notes, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cultivation Sect Politics, Genius WWX)

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

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12. Heyyy ! Thank your for your wonderful work ! For the next itmf I would love to have your favorite nie huisang / jiang cheng centered fics (preferably looong fics please) ! I am very open to canon but prefer modern au, thank you @sebyyw

Adventures in Roommates by eleloh (E, 37k, ChengSang, College/University, Roommates, First Time, Misunderstandings, Sexual Experimentation, Jealousy, Pining for someone actively having sex with you, sexual awakening, Light body issues/scars, Crying, idiots to lovers, Brief NHS/OMCs, Casual Promiscuity)

stop being cute by skyestiel (T, 10k, ChengSang, SongXiao, QingLi, 3Zun, WangXian, College/University, Valentine's Day, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Social Media, Kissing, Candy Hearts, First Dates, Mutual Pining, Awkward Flirting, they're in love, some canon elements, could be read as a standalone piece, or at least i hope, mainly sangcheng but other ships are mentioned)

What's Wrong with Secretary Nie? by chai_sang (mariexa) (T, 11k, ChengSang, implied WangXian, Modern AU, ceo JC, Secretary NHS, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, POV Outsider, Fluff, Shenanigans, HR approved flirting, No Drama, Well adjusted Jiangs)

break my soul in two by shoelaces (T, 57k, ChengSang, WangXian, Modern AU, Amnesia, Car Accidents, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempt, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, Trauma, Recovery)

our footsteps sing a reckless serenade by ThirtySixSaveFiles (E, 45k, ChengSang, background WangXian, background XuanLi, background 3zun, Modern with Magic, Urban Fantasy, Everybody Lives, (Except JGS), Arranged Marriage, pining for the person you’re sleeping with, Politics, Donghua Hairstyles, Emotionally Significant Braids, so much hand holding, Minor peril)

this boy, half-destroyed by queen_gee (T, 64k, ChengSang, Post-Canon, Canonical Character Death, Slow Burn, Character Study, Love, Tragedy, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Loss, War, falling in love despite it all, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, tw for suicidal thoughts and suicidal ideation)

🔒Confluence by captain_apostrophe (M, 122k, ChengSang, Modern with Magic, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Canon, Whump, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, but they're gonna have to earn it, Canon-Typical Violence, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Drinking, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drunk Driving, Self-Harm, A tiny bit of smut, Minor Poly Quartet, Identity Porn, weaponised levels of sad, including NMJ being really mean to NHS, don't read this if you aren't prepared to cry, Suicide)

not until the bright moon shines by shoelaces (T, 84k, WIP, ChengSang, Modern Cultivation, Reincarnation, national parks, Inspired by Firewatch (Video Game), Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, they're both real sad in this one) and if the requestor enjoys AUs I'd like to generally recommend the author roseclaw as being a prolific source of quality longfics in many genres for SangCheng

The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 133k, 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) It's not tagged as such (yet), but NHS and JC work together and time travel and develop deeper relationship too😉 (it might even become romantic soon). They are also focus of the story and it's enjoyable to read.

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13. Hello!! I’ve been reading a lot of danmei novels and got in the mood for some wangxian fics with Cnovel settings, like interstellar w/ mecha, entertainment circle or even zombies with superpowers, I’m really not picky… (thank you for all the hard work, I’ve been finding fics to read with your lists for quite sometime now!!) @pinsluke

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14. hi!!! i’m itmf a fic that has jc defending wwx’s honor after witnessing lwj hurt him in some way, basically like how he and wwx gave jzx a hard time for hurting jyl before. it can be like canon teenji rudeness or just miscommunication like the scene near the end of “put your heart where your mouth is” by protos_metazu_ison @nalalie

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15. itmf wangxian age gap fics w A) older!lwj and younger!wwx

B) or teacher!wwx (specifically like a cultivation instructor) and disciple!lwj. i like the idea of lwj being overwhelmed by wwx’s unconventional teaching methods, very unlike the structured lessons he’s used to from the lans, if a fic similar to that exists

no modern aus for either pls!

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

To the Solitary Me, Who Loved You by gremlinweiying (T, 207k, WangXian, WIP, Underage Sex, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Canon Divergence, Older LWJ, Younger WWX, Age Difference, Genius WWX, Soft WangXian, Protective LWJ, Fix-It of Sorts, Dark LWJ, Size Difference, Jiang Family Bashing, But Not Much)

Smoke signals. by springssea (E, 12k, WangXian, CSSR & WCZ Live, Time Travel Fix-It, WWX in WWX's Body, WangXian in Love, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Has Feelings, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Older LWJ, Younger WWX, Warning: XY, BAMF WQ, BAMF LWJ, Protective LWJ, Jiang Family Bashing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Inventor WWX)

I Am Happy I Met You by Bhargavee00 (Not Rated, 34k, LWJ & WWX, WIP, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Sect Leader LWJ, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Dragon LWJ, Madam Lan Lives, QHJ Lives, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Protective LXC, Protective LQR, Good Uncle LQR, WangXian Are Soulmates, WWX Goes to Gusu, Gusu Lan Sect, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, Jiang Family Bashing, LWJ Is So Whipped, Older LWJ, Good Older Sibling LXC, Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX is a Lan, WWX is So Whipped)

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16. Hello!!! Do you have any fics where Jiang Yanli and/or Jin Zixuan survive, but Wei Wuxian is still killed? Like he still does the whole dying and coming back to life thing but with one of them still alive (or both!).

Thank you!!! I really appreciate all the searching you guys do, I love going through all the lists. :)

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, JYL & LWJ, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending)

To Be Named by Suibian_613 (T, 39k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Out of Character, WQ is out of character, Everyone is probably ooc, canonical violence, Canonical Character Death, 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) which has We Ying reincarnated (born to new parents and without his memories but gets connected to the Jiangs and cultivation world again as he grows up).

🧡 like speaking to my heart by SnowshadowAO3 (T, 613k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Daemons, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death)

A Bell That Tells Us to Rise and Fight by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (T, 120k, WangXian, ChengQing, XuanLi, SongXiao, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Everyone Needs A Hug, Yunmeng Bros, BAMF Women, Minor Character Death)

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17. this is going to be very niche but itmf a fic where wei ying still has someone he doesn’t talk to anymore as his emergency contact and ends up in the hospital. could be lan zhan, the jiangs, anyone. would also take the othwr way around (with wy being the contact) but would really rather some wwx whump. thanks !

Hanging by a Thread by Greywake (T, 5k, WangXian, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, mentions of domestic abuse, First Meetings, re-meet-cute, Rescue, Family Reunions, First Date, First Kiss, Car Accident, Modern AU, Firefighter LWJ, Teacher WWX)

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

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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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fandom-oneshots-etc · 2 years ago

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Hi there! Did I hear you say that requests are open for Kol Mikaelson? Yes? Excellent! (You have made a mistake in giving me this power.)

Okay, I've been thinking about this for a while, so would you be willing to do a Kol x ghost!reader fic? I was thinking it could take place after Kol comes back from the dead in NOLA and he starts seeing this girl hanging around the compound - a girl no one else can see. He and this ghost become really close friends but she doesn't remember anything about her life or death - just that she's dead and can't leave the compound. But over time she begins remembering and realizes that her new best friend is the one who killed her in the first place....

I know that's really specific but you can decide the rest and I can't wait to see what you make of this idea 🥰 Thank you so much, lovely!!!

🍄 Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff/light angst

🍄 Summary: Since returning from the dead, Kol had wanted to live his life to the fullest. The last thing he planned was to have a dead stalker.

🍄 Word Count: 1783

🍄 Abbreviations: N/A

🍄 Warnings: Death, blood, mentions of murder, a little Twilight bashing

🍄 Note: Thank you for this request @fitzs-trained-monkey! I really enjoyed writing this. Sorry it took so long, this was such a great request I wanted to make sure I did it justice. I intend on making 1 or 2 more parts to this to build a mini series soon! Hope you enjoy! 😊

Kol had seen you twice before he knew who you were.

The first had been a few days after Davina had successfully returned him to his original body. You had been hovering outside the Compound, watching. At first, Kol had assumed you were some kind of spy. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time someone had been sent to gather intel on his family and report back to aid in some plan for their demise. But then he had caught sight of your attire. The front of your clothing was caked in the thick red liquid he and his family had come to crave, yet he couldn’t smell a thing. He had started to follow you but you had slipped down a short and narrow street and merged amongst the many tourists, disappearing from sight and unable to track you, Kol hadn’t given it another thought.

The second time had been during one of the extravagant parties his brother Niklaus had decided to throw. It was just after midnight and despite the glorious variety of alcohol and women available, Kol was bored. Elijah had been droning on about something, but Kol wasn’t too sure what they were talking about anymore, but one thing he did know was that he wasn’t interested in anything his brother had to say. Elijah’s words seemed to skim over his head as he stared aimlessly at the people below. The noble Elijah could be so boring. Kol was mentally planning his escape route when you caught his eye from the balcony. You were dressed in the same clothes as before and you were still completely caked in blood. In a split second, Kol had placed his drink precariously on the edge of the balcony railing and took off in your direction, weaving his way through the crowded bodies. Kol had been aware of Elijah’s presence behind him, but still he followed you, determined to find out who you were. As he and Elijah stormed through the doorway you had passed through, you stood still opposite, eyes wide having been caught red-handed.

“Who are you?” Kol demanded. Silence only greeted him as your lips parted in shock.

“Kol, who are you talking to?” Kol flashed his brother an annoyed glance.

“Her-“ He flicked his head around to see you still stood there frozen. “I’ve seen her twice now!”

“Kol,” his brother spoke slowly, as you offered a small smile and an awkward wave. “There’s no one here.”

And now here he was, sat in the armchair he had bought for his room, book in hand. He didn’t flinch as he heard your breathing by his ear, his eyes remaining focused on the lines of words. It was one of the things about Kol that no one could’ve guessed, him being a reader. Since his return from the dead he had spent the majority of his time, when he wasn’t bothering his brothers that is, catching up on all of the literature he had missed in the years he had been in that blasted coffin. When he had been awoken by the Salvatore brothers, he barely had the time to read given his murderous mother and then the orders that Niklaus had tasked him with in regards to Jeremy Gilbert. But now he had the time.

He lifted a hand from the arm of the chair and flipped the page, he scanned the last few lines of the chapter then slipped in a bookmark and closed the book.

“I don’t understand the appeal myself,” Kol explained as he flipped the book in his hands, glancing across the cover. “Edward seem’s like a right twat.”

“Right!” you gasped, finally glad that someone could see the true colours of the fictional vampire. “He’s so controlling and manipulative, you see that as you move on through the books. But I mean the total disregard for his family’s safety,” Kol nodded along. “And don’t even get me started on Bella. you’s so bland, I mean seriously? I mean I get what Stephenie Meyer was trying to do make her like the average girl, but there’s average and then there’s boring, stale even,” Kol didn’t dare speak as you rambled on, a sprinkle of glittery stars appearing in your eyes as you continued to express your distaste for the bland character.

It was extraordinary - you were extraordinary.

You couldn’t remember a thing about your living life. Not your family, friends, not where you lived, anything you had done. The furthest you and Kol had gotten was a name, although it had taken the pair of you a few hours and a few dozen phone books to come up with that. There were a few (y/n)’s in the phone book of New Orleans that had been circulated just a few months ago, but even then you couldn’t identify which of the (y/n)’s you were. But now you had a name. Kol could no longer just refer to you as ‘the dead stalker’, which after a few weeks had become less of an insult and more of a term of endearment.

You couldn’t remember anything about your life, but you could remember intense feelings, like these feelings about Bella and Edward from Twilight. You also had had intense feelings about Kol’s relationships with his siblings that were still shaky and that had led Kol to the assumption that family was an important thing to you when you were alive.

“Oh, I’m rambling, sorry…” Kol was certain he could see a blush beginning to flush your cheeks as you dropped your gaze to the book cover, avoiding his eyes.

“No, please, don’t be sorry, darling,” He grinned. “How could I ever tire of your sweet voice?” Kol knew exactly what he was doing. Since he had first realized how shy you could be, he had been doing everything in his power to make you blush like the delicate rose that you were and every time so far, he had succeeded.

“And who’s sweet voice would that be, brother?” Niklaus’ words shattered the peaceful comfort that had settled in the room and Kol’s grin dipped slightly.

“Well yours of course, Niklaus, who else?” Kol flickered his eyes to you as you giggled into your hand, not that his brothers could hear you. Elijah stepped further into the room whilst Niklaus stayed situated at the door, resting against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest a slight grimace on his lips.

Elijah was more suspicious than his counterpart, Kol could tell. It was the way his eyes flickered around every inch of the room, searching for any intruder that could be hiding. Which only made it all the more amusing to Kol that Elijah would never find the intruder, you.

“Is there a reason you interrupted my reading time, or did you just wish to throw my afternoon plans out of the window?” In a split second, Niklaus had sped past Kol and grabbed the book from his hands, flipping it in his own to read the cover.

“The sparkly vampires. Really Kol?”

“A friend recommended it,” Kol defended as he sped past Niklaus to take the book back and rested it on the small side table by the chair. He watched out the corner of his eye as you slipped down from the arm of the chair and sat comfortably, your legs thrown over one of the arms and your back rested against the other.

“You have friends-?”

“I think we’re getting a bit off track here, Niklaus,” Elijah interrupted before Kol could snark back at their brother. “We came here to politely ask that you stop terrorizing the women at the local library,” Elijah ran his fingers along the spines on the bookcase wall. “It’s come to our attention from the Human faction that you’ve been spending a lot of time at the library talking with the women, one in particular being the daughter of the new Faction leader, Ottilie Landry. As you can imagine, he is hardly pleased knowing that you have been hovering around her.”

“I haven’t been terrorizing anyone,” Kol spoke firmly, all signs of amusement drained from his features leaving a displeased anger in it’s place. “Yes, I went down to the library. And yes, I asked the lovely ladies working there for their help, but I have not upset anyone. I did not threaten nor compel anyone.”

“Then why would they do as you asked?” Niklaus questioned, not bothering to hide the accusatory tone that slipped from his tongue.

“I simply asked brother. Not all of us are so feral that we’ve forgotten how to interact with others.” The slight twitch of Niklaus’ eyes was enough for Kol to know that he had successfully tapped a nerve. Elijah must’ve noticed too as he quickly carried on.

“What is it you’ve asked them to do, Kol? What could you possibly want with the library staff? You know the rules on feeding on the locals-”

“Of course,” Kol scoffed. “If I’m involved it must mean I’m up to something sinister. I must be out to destroy the city that you build whilst I was tucked away in that retched box,” his voice heightened as the underlying anger began to boil. “God forbid, I wish to live here peacefully like the rest of you. I must be up to something. Well, no, Elijah. I did not plan on feeding from the locals. I simply asked them to look through the old archives for some information I wanted to find. Is that sinister enough for you?”

A silence filled the air and despite Kol’s simmering anger, neither of his brothers seemed to care for his words, although Elijah did have the decency to look a little uncomfortable but it disappeared in a split second.

“I’m sure you’re expecting me to take off and massacre half of New Orleans in a fit of rage. Anything that would excuse you shoving one of those bloody daggers into my chest for another few centuries, right?” Kol scoffed. “But lucky for you brothers, I’ve grown up and changed my toxic ways,” His phone vibrated against the side of his leg in his jeans pocket and he slipped it out just enough to glance at the screen briefly. “It’s just a shame you haven’t done the same.”

Kol made his way out of the room, knowing that you were following close behind. He began to make his way to the entrance of the compound, not stopping till he was just out of sight of his brothers before he held his phone screen up to show you the text that had come through.

‘I found something. Tilly.’

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