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Could a simple farmer like me ask if knight König and monster horangi could get their part three.

I need more of these two I need them to come together sweetly and see that all the problems they have seen in themselves is the most beautiful thing in the world in someone else's eyes and that they can be loved.

(Hopefully you are still interested in this AU, it's been a while since you posted it but I just remembered it and I got unhappy because it never went further.)

(not a complaint to you but more to me as you always continue to write when asked and I only now dare to ask)

Heyo! Not gonna lie, I had to go searching because I had completely forgotten about this, but I have delivered!!

König brought the things required to roast fish and small cakes for Horangi. He would ask him what he liked later, wanting to feed him well.

The townspeople were confused by his behavior, but König said he handled the monster so they believed him.

No gold though. The liars.

König put everything together and wore looser clothing due to how hot it was. He searched for Horangi and heard him when he got closer to the river.

Horangi was bathing. His clothes were draped over a rock and the frigid water ran over his beautiful body. The stripes really were everywhere, going along his spine. and then branching out. He was very toned and he really was just beautiful.

Horangi glanced over at König who froze as he was caught. "Gonna keep staring or are you going to join me?"

Water ran down his spine in little rivers and König wanted to taste the water on his skin. He refrained from that of course and instead just tried to join him.

"König. You don't want to get your clothes wet do you?" Horangi blinked up at him and König reluctantly agreed that he was right. He started to undress, feeling eyes on him. He hoped Horangi had not felt this way when he was staring. Though, he couldn't find it in himself to hate the feeling either.

The little basket of food was sat on the rock next to their clothing. König didn't want it to get wet.

Gingerly, he put his foot in the water, wincing at how cold it was. That did not deter him though and he moved further in.

Horangi moved closer and König could feel the heat rolling off of him. "I love your hair. So bright and red."

König blushed. "I don't think so. Too... gaudy and noticeable. Unnatural." He only realized after saying that how it may sound to Horangi, who was cursed and unnatural. "Not that I think being different is bad, it's just bad on me. I don't want to be unnatural, but that doesn't make it a bad thing and being unique is fi-" Horangi's hand covered his mouth.

"König. I know what you meant." He smiled up at him. His face had designs. Just little lines on them that cut across his cheeks. But his eyes.... König found himself leaning into the touch.

Horangi smiled softly and leaned closer, pressing into König's chest. "You run cold. Feels nice." He nuzzled against him and purred, unintentionally arching his back. The water was clear enough that if König's looked down, he could see everything. It was a fact that weighed on him. Especially since unlike Horangi, he kept his boxers on.

"You run so hot. Feels like you have a fever."

Horangi purred again and turned around, leaning his back against König's chest. "Don't know why. Does it burn you?"

"No. It's... It's nice..." He slowly, carefully, leaving plenty of room for Horangi to pull away, put his arms around him. Next, he put his head on Horangi's finding them a perfect fit.

"König, can scrub my back? I can never reach." Horangi gave him the soap and stepped out of the embrace.

"Of course, liebling." König said it without thinking, gently starting to wash him. Horangi purred and hummed the entire time. He seemed to enjoy König's hands on his lithe body.

They sat in silence as König started to wash Horangi's chest after that and then his sides. He was not aware of the fact that Horangi had already done that and Horangi didn't inform him. Horangi also didn't point out that wasn't part of his original ask.

"Although this is fun, I want whatever you have in the basket. So get out and turn away while I get dressed."

König didn't understand the faux modesty but he obeyed, turning his back. He couldn't see it, but he could feel Horangi staring. His back was a mess of whipping scars and scrapes from training accidents. He knew he should hurry up and get dressed, but he didn't. He wanted Horangi to look.

Horangi touched his lower back and König jumped but did not turn around. “I’m dressed now, yeobo. You can look at me.”

König smiled and quickly showed him what he brought. Horangi grabbed one of the cakes and quickly ate it, looking very happy. “Missed sweets so much. Fruits and meat are nice, but…” He licked his fingers of the sugar and König followed it.

“I’ll uh… set up the….” König just held up the stuff to roast fish and Horangi nodded in understanding.

“I’ll go catch some fish. A proper dinner to share.” He smiled and trotted off. König watched him perch on a rock and go still.

How unnerving. How attractive.

König started the fire with some matches he had and set up the roasting spit. Before he had even turned around to watch Horangi work, he had already caught a few fish.

Horangi looked proud of himself. They settled in next to each other, both using the other’s ambient temperature to make themselves more comfortable. König handled the cooking, watching the fish start to crisp up.

“I like hanging out with you, Horangi.”

“König, I like hanging out with you too.” Horangi smiled at him and leaned in. König shivered a little and pressed in closer. “You know, I like your freckles too. And your scars. And how big you are.”

König turned red. “I… um…”

“I think you’re very pretty. Sure you have ladies falling all over themselves for you.”

“No. Not at all!!” König shook his head. “I’m… much more awkward usually.”

“You seem plenty calm around me.”

“You’re different I guess. You don’t make me as nervous.”

Horangi smiled. “Because I’m cursed?”

“No. Because you are Horangi.” König answered simply.

Horangi looked at him for a moment and he looked like he was about to say something.

König announced. “The fish are done!” He pulled away and grabbed one of them, giving the first one to Horangi and instead taking the second one for himself. They started to eat and weren’t able to keep talking.

Horangi noticed König shivering more as it started to darken. The sun started to set and he didn’t want König walking home. His boxers had finally dried enough for him to pull his clothes on, but it would soon be too cold for that to help.

“Do you want to stay the night?” Horangi offered.

König flushed. “I…”

“Please?”

König couldn’t say no. He was starting to wonder if maybe Horangi did have some mild hypnotization power. Maybe a calming effect. “Okay.”

Horangi smiled. “Good. I’ve been staying in a cave, but I’ve made it really nice!!”

The journey was rather rough. They went higher up the mountain and the area only got colder. König couldn’t exactly cut his losses and go home at this point so he pushed on and hoped this wasn’t an elaborate trick to get him to freeze to death.

Really nice was an understatement for the home. He had made floors and walls and it looked so nice. It was incredibly well decorated and incredibly NOT well insulated. The whole house was just as a cold as outside.

Horangi winced and gently pulled König to the bed. “Here. Lay down. Need to warm you up.”

König blushed and glanced away as Horangi sat by him and gently held his hands to encourage warmth back into them. “Yeobo, you need gloves if you keep coming up here. Don’t want you to get frostbite.” He didn’t rub at first, worried about hurting any frozen skin. Instead, he just gently kept his hands on König’s for a few seconds before starting to rub circles into his skin. Soon, König was not only warmed up, but also very flustered.

“Where will I be sleeping?”

“In the bed of course. You look to comfy for me to kick you out.”

“And you will be sleeping with me?” König immediately winced, but he didn’t rush to explain himself, remembering how embarrassing that was earlier.

Horangi blushed. It was a funny look on him. König found he rather liked it though. “Yeah. I’ll sleep next to you. Are you cold anywhere else?”

König didn’t answer but he did bring Horangi’s hands to his face, melting into the warmth of them. He closed his eyes and his whole body felt so heavy. “Horangi.”

“Yes, König?”

König put his arms around Horangi and pulled him closer. “It would be easier to keep me warm like this.”

“You’re right. It would be.”

Right before König finished falling asleep, he was sure he felt the brush of warm lips against his own.

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This Story Took Me Three Years!

May 10 1779 Wednesday

The rolling hills around Jockey Hollow are green with patches of wildflowers. Yesterday after our lessons, the girls and I put away our journals then dashed out of the hut. Robert came, too. We ran through fields, over a creek, and up a slope. We just felt like running! When we reached headquarters, we heard commotion coming along the road. Horsemen and soldiers were cheering “Lafayette!” came the shouts. “Huzzah!” “Huzzah!” We each jumped upon a tree stump, hoping to see we only got a quick glimpse of his face and his red hair when he waved at us

May 11 1779 Thursday

Today I went to headquarters, when I got in Ms. Washington was cooking “good morning Abby! How about you eat with us today, we have a new guest!”

I knew who she meant and I was happy to meet him again. After breakfast Lafayette introduced himself “i don't think we properly introduced i am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier the Marquis de Lafayette it is a pleasure to meet you” “ same here my name is Abigail Jane Stewart” then we heard Washington say “Marquis where did you go i need your opinion on this battle strategy” Lafayette bowed at me “i hope to see you again Miss Stewart au revoir” i must say he is quite a kind man and i hope to see him again to

May 19 1779 Wednesday

I went to headquarters again today because i had to drop off a letter to Mrs Washington i was secretly hoping to see Lafayette when i got in there the generals were all eating Mrs Washington was sitting next to her husband when i looked around I didn’t see Lafayette Oney came up to me and asked “can i help you dear” “oh…uh I have this letter for Mrs Washington” “i will take it dear” i walked back to the tents puzzled: why wasn’t lafayette there, did he leave already?

May 20 1779 Thursday

I came to headquarters again cause Mrs Washington invited me for tea,

Mrs Knox was waiting “hello Abby come in and sit Mrs Washington will be here soon” upstairs I heard horrible coughing. I must have had a confused look cause Mrs Knox said “poor thing, hopefully he’ll get better soon” “who?” “Lafayette, poor thing caught a terrible fever been coughing and wheezing all day and yesterday to” that's why I didn’t see him yesterday he didnt leave he’s sick “ahh Abby you're here, sorry to disappoint you but we might have to cancel this meeting i don't know if Mrs Knox already told you but Lafayette has a terrible fever poor thing and worst of all he feels bad i keep telling him it's fine but he won’t stop saying sorry” i left feeling sorry for him

May 23 1779 Sunday

I told mama she said “we should bring him something” we spend all day trying to convince the soldiers to go steal eggs flour milk and butter from farmers so we could make butter bread Sally and Mazie stole one mama wasn’t to happy she might of thrown a wooden spoon at sally once or twice

May 24 1779 Monday

Today i went to headquarters, to give the biscuits to Lafayette Mrs Washington let me go up to see him cause she said he should be asleep I walked upstairs and entered the room I walked over and but the basket on the table bye his bed I turned and couldn’t stop string he looked so adorable with his fever flushed cheeks and his long hair falling down his face I couldn’t help but tuck the loose hair behind his ear he moaned and his eyes flickered open he opened his mouth to speak but a coughing fit hit him he groaned and shut his eyes again I told him he not speak or it would drain his energy further he moaned again and grabbed my hand squeezing it I sighed he was delirious I set a wet washcloth on his forehead and headed downstairs i said my quick goodbyes and left

May 30 1779 Friday

Ok if i don’t write this down I’ll explode with joy, so it was a regular day I was doing laundry with mama and Mrs Lulu while Sally and Mazie played i was about to hang something when i heard horse hoofs i was pretty sure it was the general he always does check-in’s on the soldiers but the hooves stopped at our tent then I heard mama “thank you and you feel better” i knew who it was i almost yelled Lafayette was at our tent a major general at our tent i walked over pretending i didnt know he was here “oh hello again” i said, he smiled but this time he seemed really happy “do you feel better?” I asked of course he said “yes, thank you for that bread it was heavenly”

I felt myself blushing. I couldn’t stop. He smiled, of course Sally asked “can i pet your horse” either he has kids at home or he doesn’t want to be rude “but of course” he said then this spiraled into a tornado of questions “what is it like in France? Do you have a family? Are you married? Do you have kids? Do you have more pets? Do you know Mr and Mrs Washington?” He answered all of them which I thought was humanly impossible. But it answers my questions here are the answers

What is it like in France: well it's nothing like America

Do you have a family: sadly my mom and dad died before i was 13

Are you married: yes

Do you have kids: yes

Do you have more pets: yes lots more but all of them are back in France

Do you know Mr and Mrs Washington: Yes Mr. Washington is my commanding officer, and Mrs. Washington helped take care of me when i was sick

Then he bowed and rode off i was starstruck he was kind with my mom and answered all of the questions my sister asked and let her and Mazie pet his horse he didn’t even care that Mrs Lulu and Mazie are black, but i knew that him and Mr. Washington are really close and wanna something cool diary he had both pants pulled up so i could see a musket ball scar i wanted to ask but i knew it was rude my candle is Burning out goodnight diary

June 1779 Monday

Me and sally walked over to headquarters today and wow it's hot i was sweating like crazy, before i go in i rub my forehead with my dress, everyone was drinking wine and cheering Lafayette was sitting with Mr. Washington i could see Washington laughing while Lafayette smiled suddenly Oney popped up next to me “there sweet aren’t they lafayette is one of the only generals that make him laugh” i looked back she was looking at me i didn't know what to say but luckily Sally saved me “Abby we have to go back to the camp” before i left i waved to lafayette he waved back i didn't know that was gonna happen Washington looked over at me and smiled that was the first time i saw him smile at me.

June 10 1779 Wednesday

Today lafayette wrote to me and asked if i wanted to come to headquarters cause his was “bored out of my mind” i came over but before i could go inside i heard this “Miss Stewart over here” i didn't consider that we would walk around jockey hollow together but it was nice we talked about our family’s and our life’s it got late and he walked me back to camp kissing my hand before he left

June 11 1779 Thursday

Today i came by just for fun, when i came everyone looked sad Lafayette had his head in hands Mrs. Washington was patting him on the back she asked me to grab a handkerchief for Lafayette i did and he picked up his head his eyes where red and his face was pale he was trying to catch his breath Mrs. Washington nodded to the kitchen and we both walked over there “what going on?” “Lafayette’s oldest daughter Henriette passed away a year ago poor thing had just got the letter” as i was walking back i thought to myself:

1: lafayette was on a boat for 2 months and then hiked through snow

2: he got a terrible cold

3: and know he just lost his oldest daughter

Can things get any worse for him?

July 12 1779 Tuesday

I went over to check on Lafayette only to find he wasn’t at headquarters I walked around trying to find him until I finally saw a figure sleeping against a tree I walked over and sure enough it was lafayette he was sound asleep against a giant oak tree I got a little nervous when i saw that he was a slight bit more pale but i walked over to him and shook him a bit he startled and then opened his eyes he say me and instantly shot up like a bullet “Miss Stewart to what do i owe the pleasure I smiled and told him I was looking for him he smiled and sat back down we talked for awhile sometimes he would pause a swallow down what i expected to be a sob I told he didn't have to hid it he instantly let multiple teardrops fall from his face and all i did was wrap my arms around him and pull him into a tight hug

July 13 1779 Wednesday

My fathers division is now under command of Lafayette finally more time to see a dear friend. He is based in a brick house a few miles away. Sally and Mazie have been doing stick races on the frozen lake

January 1 1779 Thursday

Lafayette has been riding back and forth from Washington’s camp and whenever he returns he looks stressed. I haven’t been able to see him a lot but he smiles whenever he sees me.

January 21779 Friday

Oh diary i am writing while crying tis why there are wet spots on these pages I can’t write about it know

July 16 1780 Saturday

Ok, diary time to write about last night.

As I said in my entirety on Thursday Lafayette rides back and forth from Washington’s camp to his, well yesterday he went out again. I heard a rumor about him having a violent headache but he looked fine when he left. Well after an hour of him gone people started to worry so we sent a scout to go see if he was ok so when he comes back asking for a wagon we all yell “Mrs. Washington is coming with friends” but i didn't cause the man looked concerned well when he came back and no one was in the wagon we all put our heads down Mrs.Washington Wasn’t coming but then the man called for a doctor we all panicked looking for anyone well sally and Mazie found one sleeping they shook him awake no one knew who it could be but i think i knew and it hit me like a bullet to the heart when i saw reddish hair it was lafayette he passed out on his ride there and when the scout saw him and no horse he panicked that why he wanted blankets and a wagon the doctor got over and first checked his palm for a heart beat lucky he told everyone his heart was beating but very faintly he was shivering and looked horrid the doctor asked Capitan Sherman Locks to help carry lafayette in side to the hearth where he could warm up next the doctor asked for an assistant and picked me when i got in i was assigned to put a hot rag on his head. for a job that sounded so simple it pulled on your heart strings he would moan and shut his eyes tight and squeeze my hand which made me know he was still living which was a good sign but when he was squeezing and his hand loosened i panicked i called for the doctor but he didn’t hear me i got so stressed i fainted when i awoke i was on a chair someone must’ve put me there but when i saw lafayette rubbing his head my world lit up he was alive when i stood he said “ahh your awake”

“How are you?” I asked “good, but my head feels like it was hit by a carriage” I laughed and he joined me then From the other room “Miss Stewart, is he awake?” “Yes, sir he is” the doctor walked over a put his hand on Lafayette’s head “ow” said lafayette The man shook his head “General Lafayette, I am afraid you might be dying” tears poured down me face i shook my head and ran out I don't know what Lafayette said but I bet he was as scared and sad as me

January 17 1778 Sunday

I told Mama,Sally,Miss Lulu,and Mazie every single one of them started to cry the word spread fast people started to pray and some started to make a coffin i couldn’t make my body move i was so upset all of a sudden I started to feel scared really scared like i lost all the protection i had gained i realized that i was scared because being around lafayette made me feel safe.

January 18 1778 Monday

I got a letter from headquarters today i asked around i was the only one to get it i lit a candle outside and opened the letter: “Dear Adrienne” oh no it was for his wife but i really wanted to read it so I copied the letter in this diary and then sealed it and told myself to sneak to the mail pile in headquarters here diary but lets keep this our little secret

Dear Adrienne, this hard to write as my hand trembles at the mere thought of it but i have came down with a fever and when the doctor examined me he said i might be dying although i may have committed many errors and pushed your heart to its limits

I don't want you to grief for i do not believe this doctor and i will live until i am back with you adieu my dear adieu oh diary i wish i had a husband like that

January 19 1778 Tuesday

Well today was a sad day. It was the day of goodbyes and farewells. I was last in line when It was my time the man said “I can’t let you pass, General Lafayette needs his rest.” Then we heard from the other room “Know Jacob, does that seem fair?” It was Mr. Washington. Washington walked over and leaning heavily on his shoulder was…Lafayette Oh i was so happy to see him he did not look any better but oh diary how his face lit up when he saw me “Miss Stewart it is a true pleasure to see you again” Mr. Washington said “same here sir” he nodded then after i prayed for Lafayette and wished him heath I went back to camp when I got back I asked mama “why didn’t Lafayette talk to me?” She answered and both of them i didn't like

1: “well either he was sad and grieving and just disappeared into himself i did that when David died”

2: “ he's too sick to talk and his in need of very serious care and help”

January 20 1778 Wednesday

Today was a weird day, the doctor told me to come over and care for Lafayette, cause the he had to go see more patients, so I went over expecting to find him sleeping or resting, but instead he was at a desk, piles of letters around him he seemed fine so i sat down on a chair at the dining table. Then I heard a moan and walked over to find him head in hands and grimacing. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder as he lurched away. I stood in shock for a second and then gently spoke into his ear “hey…let's get you up into bed” he nodded and i helped him up the stairs once I finally had him in bed I went back downstairs to continue cleaning

January 21 1778 Thursday

I came over today and he was sleeping I started to cook and then called to him “Lafayette, i made some soup do you want some” when i got no answer i went over and found him eyes shut and breathing heavily, i panicked the first thing that popped in my head was to go get my mom, i ran as fast as i could my mom dropped her spoon and ran with me first thing she did before we went was she told one of the volunteers to go get the doctor, when we got in my mom walked over and picked up his head and felt his forehead before the doctor came in, when the doctor came in he said the heavy breathing was because his body was fighting pain i took a deep breath at least he wasn’t losing breath, when the doctor left after waking lafayette up and helping him walk upstairs the doctor asked if i could stay for a while i asked him why he said he might die any minute at the word i burst into tears my mother walked over “my daughter will not see the man who she is friends with die” the word die was said to many times for my brain to count i started to lose count my legs go all nub and i fell to my knees head in hands and cried why him why my mom helped me outside and to our campsite Mazie and Sally were playing and when Sally saw my tears she ran up to me and hugged me i hugged her back she was a good sister

January 30 1780 Wednesday

I have had a weird few days, well a weird hour because almost an hour ago I was asked to see take care of Lafayette (he didn't die yet) when I got inside I went up to his room where was staring at the ceiling “how are you?” I asked he just moaned “who made you mister depressed” he chuckled at that but it caused him to start wheezing i sat him up so he could breathe better “Merci Beaucoup Miss Stewart” I couldn’t stop crying he looked at me puzzled “what’s wrong?” “I’m scared for you” I couldn’t hold my self back anymore “Your one of my best friends and I honestly care about you and you don’t deserve to die like this, your wife needs you, your kid needs you…America needs you. He looked me in the eyes and smilied “trust me Miss. Stewart I will fight to my last breath” he held open his arms and I jumped into them and hugged him then I heard quiet snores I laughed he fell asleep in my arms. I let go and tucked him in and kissed his forehead “I have no doubt” and I walked out of his room feeling like my old self.

February 2 1780 Saturday

I was sitting by the fire when an officer came over and handed me a letter. Curious and confused, I opened it. It read: Hello Miss. Stewart, I am sorry to contact you on such short notice but Lafayette has developed a horrible fever and if we don’t get his temperature down he might die. I know that this is on such short notice but I need you to come back to Fish Kill. He keeps asking for you and is refusing help from anyone else. Yours Truly Martha Washington (P.S If you accept this offer I will have a carriage sent for you personally.) Lafayette was asking for me, the poor girl who made food and cleaned the soldiers' old smelly clothes. There was no hesitation. I wrote back immediately . Dear Mrs. Washington, I would be honored to come back to Fish Kill and help Lafayette. To be honest I have become quite attached to the young french man thinking of him as my brother. I would be delighted if I could help in anyway I could. Is it true he is asking for me specifically. Sincerely Abigail Stewart. The next day I got a letter back from Mrs. Washington. Thank you so much Mrs. Stewart! I will have a carriage sent right away and yes, he has been asking for you specifically.

February 10, 1780 Sunday

A carriage arrived the very next day to escort me back to Fishkill. As I sat inside, the wheels rattling over the uneven terrain, my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination. Lafayette needed me, and I was determined to do whatever I could to help him.

Upon arriving at Fishkill, I was greeted by Mrs. Washington herself, her face etched with worry. Without wasting a moment, she led me inside the grand estate, where Lafayette lay feverish and weak.

Entering Lafayette's room, I was struck by the sight of him lying in bed, his face flushed with fever and his breathing labored. Mrs. Washington explained that despite their best efforts, they had been unable to bring down his temperature.

Taking a deep breath, I approached Lafayette's bedside, my hands trembling with apprehension. He stirred at the sound of my footsteps, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Abby..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

I took his hand in mine, feeling the heat radiating from his fevered skin. "I'm here, Lafayette," I said softly, willing my voice to remain steady despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me.

For hours, I sat by Lafayette's side, bathing his fevered brow and offering words of comfort as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Despite his weakened state, his spirit remained unbroken, his determination to fight evident in the steely resolve that flickered in his eyes.

As the hours stretched into days, Lafayette's condition began to improve, thanks to the tireless care and attention of Mrs. Washington and the skilled physicians who tended to him. His fever gradually subsided, and color returned to his cheeks, a welcome sign of his strengthening resolve.

Throughout it all, I remained by Lafayette's side, offering whatever support I could. In those quiet moments by his bedside, I came to realize the depth of the bond that had formed between us—a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and strengthened by shared moments of fear and courage.

And as Lafayette finally emerged from the shadow of illness, his spirit renewed and his strength restored, I knew that our journey was far from over. Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, drawing strength from each other and the unbreakable bond that bound us together.

February 15, 1780 Friday

As the days passed, Lafayette's strength continued to return, much to the relief of everyone at Fishkill. With each passing day, his fever subsided further, and his appetite slowly returned. The once pale and weakened Lafayette began to regain his color and vitality, a testament to his resilience and determination.

I remained by Lafayette's side, offering companionship and support as he recovered. We would spend hours talking about everything from our hopes and dreams to the challenges we had faced during the war. Lafayette's spirit was indomitable, his optimism contagious, and in his presence, I found solace and strength.

Despite the hardship he had endured, Lafayette remained steadfast in his commitment to the cause of liberty. His passion for freedom burned bright within him, a guiding light that inspired all who knew him.

As Lafayette grew stronger, he expressed his gratitude for my presence and unwavering support during his illness. He thanked me for being there for him when he needed it most, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

In those quiet moments together, I came to cherish the bond that had formed between us—a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and strengthened by our shared experiences. Lafayette had become more than just a friend; he was like family to me, and I was grateful for the opportunity to stand by his side.

And as Lafayette continued on the path to recovery, I knew that our friendship would endure long after the war had ended. For in the midst of darkness, we had found light, and in each other, we had found the strength to persevere. Together, we would face whatever challenges the future held, knowing that as long as we stood united, nothing could break our bond.

February 25, 1780 Monday

As Lafayette's recovery progressed, a sense of normalcy began to return to Fishkill. The tension that had gripped the estate during Lafayette's illness slowly dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and optimism.

Lafayette's presence was like a beacon of light, lifting the spirits of all who crossed his path. His laughter echoed through the halls, his infectious energy infusing the estate with newfound vitality.

Despite his recent brush with death, Lafayette remained as determined as ever to continue the fight for liberty. He spoke passionately about the future of America, his vision of a nation united by freedom and equality inspiring all who listened.

I found myself drawn to Lafayette's unwavering optimism and boundless enthusiasm. In his company, I felt a sense of purpose and belonging, as if I were part of something greater than myself.

As the days turned into weeks, Lafayette and I grew closer, our friendship deepening with each passing moment. We shared laughter and tears, dreams and fears, finding comfort in each other's presence.

And as spring approached, casting its golden glow over the rolling hills of Fishkill, I knew that a new chapter was beginning—one filled with promise and possibility.

For Lafayette and I, the journey was far from over. But with courage in our hearts and hope in our souls, we faced the future together, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.

And as we stood side by side, gazing out at the horizon, I knew that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we had each other, we could overcome anything.

March 3rd, 1780 Saturday

A shadow hangs over the estate—a shadow casted by the specter of illness that once again gripped Lafayette.

It began with a slight cough, barely noticeable at first, but soon it grew into a persistent wheeze that wracked Lafayette's frail frame. Despite his best efforts to conceal his suffering, it was clear to all who knew him that something was terribly wrong.

As the days passed, Lafayette's condition deteriorated rapidly. His once vibrant energy waned, replaced by a pallor that spoke of deep-seated sickness. His cough grew more violent, each rasping breath a painful reminder of the frailty of human life.

Despite the best efforts of the physicians at Fishkill, Lafayette's fever raged unabated, burning like a wildfire within him. His strength waned with each passing day, his spirit dimming like a candle in the wind.

I remained by Lafayette's side, offering whatever comfort and support I could, but it pained me to see him suffer so. His once bright eyes now dulled with pain, his voice reduced to a mere whisper as he struggled to draw breath.

In those quiet moments by his bedside, I prayed for a miracle—a glimmer of hope to pierce the darkness that threatened to consume us. And miraculously, it came.

Despite the dire prognosis, Lafayette's condition began to improve. His fever broke, and color returned to his cheeks as his strength slowly returned. It was a testament to his resilience and determination, a testament to the indomitable spirit that had carried him through so many trials before.

As Lafayette's health improved, so too did the mood at Fishkill. The once somber atmosphere gave way to a sense of cautious optimism, as we dared to hope for a brighter future.

And though Lafayette's recovery would be slow and arduous, we knew that with time and care, he would emerge from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

As I sat by Lafayette's side, watching over him as he slept, I felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over me. Gratitude for his resilience, for his courage, and for the unwavering friendship that had sustained us through the darkest of days.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden rays over the peaceful landscape, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the resilience of the human spirit, we found the strength to endure, one day at a time.

April 20, 1780 Saturday

Despite the budding beauty of the season, a sense of tension hung heavy in the air—a tension born of the ever-present threat of danger that lurked just beyond the horizon.

One fateful day, Lafayette embarked on a reconnaissance mission to gather crucial intelligence on enemy movements. His departure filled us with a sense of unease, for we knew all too well the perils that awaited him on the battlefield.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word from Lafayette. Each passing day brought with it a sense of mounting dread, as we waited anxiously for news of his fate.

Then, one stormy night, a rider arrived at Fishkill, bearing grave tidings. Lafayette had been gravely injured in battle, his condition critical. Without hesitation, we rallied to his side, determined to do whatever it took to save him.

As we journeyed to the battlefield, the sounds of cannons and muskets grew louder, a cacophony of chaos that served as a grim reminder of the horrors of war. But amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope—a hope that Lafayette would emerge from this ordeal alive and well.

Finally, we reached the battlefield, where Lafayette lay wounded amidst the carnage of war. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, but his spirit remained unbroken. With trembling hands, we carried him to safety, praying for his swift recovery.

Back at Fishkill, we tended to Lafayette's injuries with the utmost care, each of us doing our part to ease his suffering. But as the days passed, it became increasingly clear that his injuries were more severe than we had initially feared.

Lafayette had sustained multiple gunshot wounds, each one more serious than the last. His condition was critical, his very life hanging in the balance as we fought tirelessly to keep him alive.

Despite the pain, Lafayette remained resolute, his determination to overcome his injuries serving as a source of inspiration to us all. But as the days stretched into weeks, his strength began to wane, his once bright spirit dimming like a flickering flame.

And yet, even in his darkest hour, Lafayette refused to give up hope. With each passing day, he fought bravely against the odds, his unwavering courage a testament to the indomitable human spirit.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lafayette's condition began to stabilize. Though the road to recovery would be long and arduous, there was a glimmer of hope on the horizon—a hope that Lafayette would emerge from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

And as we watched him slowly regain his strength, we knew that though the scars of battle would always remain, they served as a reminder of Lafayette's bravery and sacrifice in the fight for freedom.

As spring gave way to summer, the war continued to rage on, but with Lafayette by our side once more, we faced the challenges ahead with renewed determination. And though the road ahead would be long and fraught with peril, we knew that as long as we stood together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome.

August 10, 1780 Sunday

With the arrival of fall, a sense of rejuvenation swept through Fishkill, breathing new life into the estate and its inhabitants. The once barren trees began to bud, and vibrant wildflowers dotted the landscape, painting the hillsides with splashes of color.

Lafayette, now fully recovered from his illness, seemed to embody the spirit of renewal that permeated the air. His energy was boundless, his enthusiasm infectious, and everywhere he went, he brought with him a sense of hope and optimism.

As the days grew longer and warmer, Lafayette took to exploring the surrounding countryside, eager to immerse himself in the beauty of nature. He would often invite me to accompany him on his walks, and together we would wander through meadows and forests, lost in conversation and laughter.

During these moments of tranquility, Lafayette would share stories of his homeland, regaling me with tales of France and his family. I found myself captivated by his words, transported to a world far removed from the chaos of war.

But amidst the beauty of spring, reminders of the ongoing struggle for independence were never far away. News from the front lines brought both triumph and tragedy, as the tide of battle ebbed and flowed across the countryside.

Yet, even in the face of adversity, Lafayette remained steadfast in his commitment to the cause. His unwavering resolve served as a beacon of hope for all who fought alongside him, a reminder that victory was within reach if they remained united in their pursuit of freedom.

And as we stood together beneath the clear blue skies of spring, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the promise of a brighter tomorrow, we found the strength to endure, one day at a time.

March 28th, 1780 Saturday

Even with spring now blooming into full splendor, the war raged on, its echoes reaching even the tranquil sanctuary of Fishkill. The distant thunder of cannons served as a constant reminder of the sacrifices being made on the battlefield, a reminder of the price of freedom.

But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was a sense of unity and purpose that bound us together. Lafayette's presence at Fishkill served as a beacon of hope, his unwavering dedication to the cause inspiring us all to persevere in the face of adversity.

Together, we worked tirelessly to support the troops, providing aid and comfort to those in need. From sewing uniforms to tending to the wounded, each of us played our part in the fight for liberty, fueled by the belief that a better future awaited us on the other side of the struggle.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, a sense of anticipation began to build. Rumors of impending victory spread like wildfire, igniting a spark of hope in the hearts of all who longed for peace.

Then, one fateful day, news arrived that the war had come to an end. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived—the dream of independence had become a reality.

Amidst the jubilation and celebrations that swept across the land, Lafayette stood tall, a symbol of resilience and determination. His unwavering commitment to the cause had helped pave the way for victory, and his legacy would forever be enshrined in the annals of history.

As the sun set on the battlefield, casting its golden rays over the hallowed ground, I stood beside Lafayette, gazing out at the horizon. In that moment, amidst the quiet beauty of the evening, I knew that a new chapter was beginning—a chapter filled with promise, possibility, and the enduring hope of a brighter tomorrow.

And as we looked towards the future, hand in hand, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the triumph of the human spirit, we found the strength to build a better world—one step at a time.

#marquis de lafayette #Fanfiction #WHUMP #OC #3 years!#Please Read #reblog this

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Emotional Motion Sickness | Part 3 | A Rickyl ficlet

Rick x Daryl

AO3

Summary: Daryl gets sick before a supply run, and denies it vehemently. He is a big tantrum baby. Rick is constantly worried and drama ensures.

Chapter 3 summary: As Daryl prepares to leave for the run, he is accosted by other members of the convoy.

AU: This fic has some timeline and plot-point changes. They are still in the prison and the second Governor fight never happened. He died in the first one and the last few months have been them adjusting to all the new Woodbury inhabitants. Rick and Lori broke up when Shane was killed, but Rick still lost his mind when she died. Daryl and Rick have just recently gotten together. Farmer Rick era is lot shorter than in the show. An original character is introduced for plot furthering purposes.

Content warning: adult language, sickfic, mess, snot, bodily functions, hurt/comfort, vivid nightmares, adult content, 18+ for eventual smut (still deciding hehe), ORIGINAL CHARACTER MAKES APPEARANCE IN THIS CHAPTER

Word Count: 3k+

My personal Daryl Dixon playlist

As always, huge shout out to @dumbslxtclub for editing my grammar and being the best hype girl ever <3

Chapter 3: People are annoying, leave me alone.

Daryl placed a cigarette between his chapped lips, fiddling with his lighter until flame made contact with paper. He knew better than to aggravate his delicate immune system with a wave of hot tobacco, but right now he didn’t really give a shit.

He took a tentative drag. The heavy smoke permeated through his upper respiratory tract, lighting up inflamed airways like a forest fire. The deep burning, unsurprisingly, caused an almost vomit inducing coughing fit, launching Daryl forward once more. He was getting really fucking sick of this.

Tears, snot and saliva joined together to render the hunter’s face a wet dripping mess. Recovering enough, he returned to vertical and dried the mess with a cleanish section of his sweatshirt. Glancing down at the cigarette that was still turning to ash in his fingers, he contemplated trying again. ‘Mm, better not,’ he thought and stubbed the rest of it out, throwing it to the wayside. Breathing shakily, Daryl brought the back of his wrist up to his sore nose and gave it a tired rub, trying to ascertain whether he should expect an encore from his sinuses, determining that he was safe. For now.

Daryl was leant up against one of the external prison walls overlooking the courtyard. There was just enough of a lip above his head to keep the October rain from completely drenching him. Although running between the truck and prison had definitely dampened him enough for his fever to start rising again. Fortunately for Daryl their vehicle had pretty much been stocked by the time he got out there. Normally the hunter preferred to be in charge of the cargo that left the prison walls, but today he was just grateful that he didn’t have to exert himself too much.

Continuing his respite against the cold brick, Daryl was shivering and desperately trying to wipe his memory of the events of the morning. Guilt was an emotion that he despised and something he certainly didn’t have time for today.

Just as he was about to head down the stairs, the door to the left of him opened with an obnoxious laugh and a whip of long brunette curls. Peri.

‘Peri…Peri, uh, what’s-her-face.’

Peri What’s-her-face, was the group's latest addition, being welcomed in by Rick and the council when they had found her wandering about in a daze several weeks ago. Daryl didn’t know a lot about the woman except that she had an unusual aptitude for knife throwing but was bullshit with a gun. “Be nice, she’s improving,” Rick had said to his partner after a less than spectacular training session a week prior. Maybe she was. Too many people to keep to keep tabs on. Oh, she was Australian too, a geographical concept that seemed to flummox Daryl on a regular basis. Peri was charming enough, making everyone laugh with her Oceanic idioms and generally sunny disposition. She had a mad temper too and seldom took crap from anyone, resulting in a lot of heated arguments between the two. Recently she’d taken it upon herself to repeatedly guess Daryl’s middle name; a game that was endearing and irritating at the same time. Overall she was the type of person Daryl knew he’d end up loving and laughing with, but he didn’t have the energy to try today, especially with her weak skills accompanying him on the supply run.

“Oi kndife girl!” He rasped out as she started heading down the stairs.

“Yes bow-boy?” She retorted.

“You fired a gund without jumbping yet?”

“I’m getting there, Dixon. You know I actually grew up in a country with gun laws?” She leant back on the railing nonchalantly, drops of rain gathering atop her curly hair. “Thanks for the concern, but I can definitely hold my own in a Zombie crisis.”

“I’ll believe it wheheh-n I heh s’h’h’ETSCHUuu… hih’ATTCHtuu…heh…heh’snNXXTt oo-, ugh, fuck.” Daryl sneezed openly and suddenly, leaving a line of not-so-clear-anymore mucus trickling out of his left nostril.

An awkward silence followed as Daryl attempted pitifully to clean himself up.

“Dude you look like shit.” She said bluntly. A drastically different comment to what he was used to hearing today. Daryl laughed.

“Fuck you,” he finally said between sniffles and chuckles.

“Hey, fuck you too, mate,” she laughed loudly and heartily, holding up a middle finger to retain an amusing upper hand.

It was a weird and wonderful moment between prospering friends.

“Aah, alright D-man, I’m going to do a round, see if anyone has any item requests.” Throwing him a halfhearted peace sign. “Meet you at the truck, Daryl Norman??”

“Ndot even close.”

She smiled, shrugged and walked away, twirling a couple of daggers around her hands as though it was as easy as breathing.

Daryl pulled out another cigarette.

‘Strange girl.’

———-

A couple of barebows, fuel tanks, and silencers; Daryl loaded them into the Jeep, feeling the sickly heaviness grow worse with every single item. He stupidly expected to feel better with every new turn of the day. But denial is a silly creature. His congestion was so bad that he could barely even sniff anymore, no air able to pass through the swelling and snot that had made extended residence above the hunter's red-raw nostrils. It was still constantly dripping though, rendering the sleeves of his sweatshirt as good as a pack of tissues. Daryl was too tired to contemplate the juxtaposing predicament that was afflicting his sinuses. Running his hand across the arrows that sat atop his crossbow, he felt a couple of notches that were threatening to snap. He knew he should make some sort of repair attempt, but found that he could not move at this juncture in time, hands holding strong on the back of the truck with a little bit too much need.

“Daryl!” The newly adolescent voice of Carl frightened him out of his febrile stupor. How long had he been standing there?

“Shit kid, your daddy ever teach you ndot to sndeak up on people?”

“Uh yeah but I’ve been saying your name for the last thirty seconds so…” Yeah, Carl had been there a while.

Not knowing how to respond, Daryl went with a trademark grunt and busied himself with items in the back of their vehicle.

“Why aren’t you taking the bike?”

“Ndeeds fixin’.”

“If I help you when we get back will you teach me to ride?”

“That ain’t up to mbe, Carl.” Daryl brought his gaze to the young man, gazing apologetically down at him, pushing the deputy hat down over his eyes in a show of affection.

“Fine. Well Peri and I did a round and got a list of requests from people.” Carl handed a slip of paper to the man that landed itself directly in a damp pocket.

“Uh, thangks kid,” He said with a pitiful sniffle, hoping that the smaller Grimes man would walk away so he could cough or sneeze or blow his nose or something else gross and humiliating. But the boy hovered.

“Daryl, you okay?” Asked with more concern for general safety than anything else.

“Yes, Carl.”

“I was in the dining room earlier, so really. Are you okay?”

“Christ! Yeah! I’mb getting real fucgking sick of that question today!” He used his outburst as a good excuse to wipe some excess snot from his upper lip. Gotta keep up appearances.

“Okay.” Carl shrugged. “My dad’s looking for you by the way.”

Shit.

“Mb’kay, he kndows where to find mbe.” Daryl mumbled, hands on his crossbow again. Silence. Please leave me be. Daryl normally relished his time with the boy; teaching him card tricks, browsing comics, and fighting alongside him. But today there was no room for civility.

“Are you and my dad- I dunno- okay?” A hint of discomfort adorning the pubescent voice.

‘Are we?’ Daryl pondered melancholically. Truth be told, Rick and Daryl hadn’t been quote unquote ‘together’ for very long. The pair had always possessed an unbreakable resolve to protect each other, a friendship growing deeper as their found family triumphed over and over again. And then Lori died. While the husband and wife had separated long before the birth of Judith, the trauma of her passing sent Rick down a psychological rabbit hole and Daryl lost his best friend to an avalanche of grief. Unable to help, unable to ease the pain of his loss, Daryl redirected his affections and fell hopelessly in love with Judith, the tiniest addition to the family. The hunter made sure the beloved baby girl was alive and well for when her father came back to them. Then all of a sudden, he did. Rick had entered his room in the middle of the night, a face full of tears, glistening in the faint moonlight. He finally granted himself the comfort that Daryl ached to provide. The pair had held each other hard, long into the morning, falling asleep in a tangled mess of limbs. Nights like this became commonplace for the duo. At this point, they were both well aware of their mutual affections, but lacking Shakespeare’s apt for romantic declarations, they went unvoiced for much longer than anyone deemed necessary. Months of longing stares, gently brushing fingertips and falling asleep in the same bed culminated in a tearful night of emotional exclamations and explosions of physical passion. It was new. It was exciting. It was terrifying. But they loved each other, and that was enough for now.

Coming back to reality,Daryl reduced his immense thought process to a mere two word sentence.

“We’re finde.”

“Good.” Carl took a moment to choose his next words carefully. “Just so you know, if you hurt my dad, I’ll kill you.”

Daryl didn’t know how to fathom a response to this. Carl had virtually become a man overnight, protecting them all in ways he probably couldn’t comprehend. Now, there’s no way the boy could actually take the fully grown crossbow wearing man, but Daryl understood. The kid had lost so many people in such a short time. He understood. ‘I love him beyond comprehension, killing me is the least you could do if I ever hurt him.’

He settled for a curt nod.

“Good then. I’ll meet you back here soon, gotta say goodbye to Judy.” They shared a smile of understanding.

Carl walked away, passing the older Grimes man who was walking towards Daryl, joining the queue of personal irritants plaguing his morning.

“Hey.”

Rick lay the leather jacket he was holding over the side of the truck and wrapped his arms around the back of the sick man. Nestling his head into shoulder, he felt Daryl melt into the embrace. They stood there in comfortable silence, the manly scent of sweet tobacco and fresh cotton joining together as they breathed the other man in.

“You good?” Rick whispered delicately into his lover's ear.

A shiver of pleasure trickled its way through Daryl’s body and all he could manage was a tired, congested, “mmhm.”

“Carl ask you ‘bout the bike again?”

“Yep. Don’t worry I said ndo.” He responded with a small but wet cough. “Oh, and he threatened to mburder mbe if I ever hurt you.”

Rick turned his head away from Daryl’s and laughed heartily.

“It ain’t that funny!”

“No…I know!” He responded through fits of giggles. “He said the same thing to me!”

Daryl chuckled as much as his body would allow him without coughing. “Good to kndow he don’t play favourites.”

He was so comfortable in Rick’s arm’s he’d almost forgotten how goddamn awful he felt. The pressure in his head seemingly melted away as the weight of his skull rested on another. The strong arms enveloping his torso provided much needed warmth against the harsh, miserable weather. He was safe. He was warm. He didn’t want to go anywhere or move any muscle of his angry body. But they were in the midst of a supply crisis, and there was no time for selfish comforts. Not today. His nose chose his next move before the hunter could even formulate another thought. He shrugged Rick off as quickly as he could and grabbed hold of the trunk to steady himself for another onslaught of fittish sneezes. Daryl’s head reared back, mouth parting slightly.

“Hh…ehh..Hh’ExTChUu…H’HasTCHhUU…Hh’NXXtchu…heh…Hehh—! Jesus Fucking Christ!” The final sneeze never came, leaving him damp, teary and frustrated. A heavy drop of snot landed on the back of his hand that continued to hold onto the jeep for dear life. He snorted back as loudly as he dared, wiping the rest away with his forearm. A concerned hand reached to comfort him, but the belligerent man swatted it away. He abhorred being seen like this.

Rick watched Daryl struggle with pity and heartache, wanting to hold the man until he was okay again, but equally wanting to slap him for being a stubborn prick. He chose neither and became a gawky witness to the grossest sneezing fit he’d ever seen.

“So um…” The Deputy started, but didn’t know how to articulate his thoughts, scared of the reaction from partner. “Back in th’ dining room…I was…I was talkin’...”

“Say what you gotta say!” Daryl spat. Emotionally and literally.

“Well, I was talk’n to Glenn, and he’s willin’ to come today in your place if you’re not up for it.” A tense silence followed, and when no answer came, Rick continued. “You need to rest Daryl! God, how’r ya supposed to get through a trip when you can barely stand?”

A taut silence perfused the air, and Rick prepared himself for the Daryl Dixon onslaught.

“You. Fucking. What?” He whipped around to face his partner, eyes filled with that same unbridled fury that premiered during the breakfast showdown. “Whatever happened to givin’ me space and ndot saying stupid shit huh? Jesus, how mandy times do I gotta say I’mb finde for you people to leave mbe the fuck alone?!” Daryl was on the edge of pure ferocity, pacing around in a feverish tantrum.

Rick knew the telltale signs of a Daryl Dixon meltdown and would usually intervene, but he was so pissed off with the contentious man that he decided to add fuel to the fire.

“Y’know, sometimes I can’t believe how goddamn idiotic you are! The fuck you think you’re gaining by being so pigheaded? God! You’re such an irresponsible asshole y’know?”

“You wannda talk about irresponsible, Rick Grimbes? How ‘bout thinkin’ before you let half a dozend strangers into the prison without stocking up on rations huh? Or what about that damnbed farming bullshit? Christ, you’re su-huhch a f-huh-cking…heh..h’hypocrite…hih!”

A secondary ripple of irritation surged through Daryl’s nose, leaving him powerless to continue the fight. He held up a middle finger to his boyfriend, a lax attempt at appearing tough when he was truly the picture of misery.

Rick stood impatiently, watching the other man getting sicker with every painful, waist-bending sneeze. Did he want to punch Daryl? Yes. Did he want to hold him? Yes. Did he want fuck him sideways because he was feeling very weirdly turned on? Also yes. He sighed, shaking away bewildered frustrations. After the attack on the prison, both men found it difficult to reign in their tempers, and were quick to lash out, often at each other. With some wise suggestion from Herschel Greene, Daryl took to going on solo hunting trips to clear his head, and Rick turned his focus on the developing prison farm. At this juncture in time, the Deputy willed himself to be the bigger person and back down. Daryl would come to his senses sooner or later. Hopefully before he passed out.

“You done?”

“...Yeah.” The hunter breathed shakily, rubbing his nose hard with the palm of his hand.

“Here, put this on and let's go.” Rick held out the leather jacket to Daryl with a sigh. It absolutely wasn’t warm enough, but it would have to do for today.

“I aind’t your kid Rick, I’mb finde.” He looked down on the jacket with contempt, although at this point he didn't know why. He was fucking freezing.

“It’s forty five fucking degrees Daryl, put the damn jacket on!”

Snatching the coat from the outstretched arm, the sickly man broke into another wet coughing fit. He wanted to have the last word but couldn’t seem to catch his breath. ‘Jesus. Merle and dad were right, you are pathetic.’

“Oi!” He finally croaked, drawing the attention of his partner who had started walking away. “I’mb drivin’!”

“Whatever, Daryl.” Rick tossed his arms up in weary defeat. “And hey, do us all a favour, cover your damn mouth!” He slammed the door of the passenger side closed, beckoning the others in. Unbeknownst to the lovers, Carl and Peri had witnessed most of the heated argument and stood gaping at them in shock.

“Do your dad’s always fight like this?” Peri whispered to Carl, who frowned between Daryl and the echo of Rick’s presence .

“Get in th’ car!” Daryl mumbled forcefully, watching the two younger companions hurry into the vehicle like scared little kids.

Daryl exasperatedly ran a hand through the wet clumps of his hickory hair. He wanted to scream and punch and cry. ‘God! You’re the absolute fucking worst. You don’t deserve him.’ He fought off pressing tears with an aggressive snort, attempting to rid himself of the ever worsening gunk that filled his sinuses to the brim. He looked down at the jacket in his hand and begrudgingly threw it on, thankful for something even a skerrick drier than that already clinging to his fever riddled body. He put his hands into the pockets and paused when he grazed something. In the right, a clean red handkerchief, neatly folded. In the left, a small blister pack of cold and flu tablets.

He made a small silent sob as the ever dreaded guilt rose in his throat like hot bile. ‘You really really don’t deserve him.’

No time for that. No room for weakness.

He gathered all the strength he could find and hopped into the driver’s seat. Daryl wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, praying to some sort of god that he could get through the next few hours without sneezing or coughing or something else that would paint him fragile and humiliated. He was not a faithful man.

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The Blossom surrounded by Fire - Ch. 2 (Warrior AU- HBO MAX)

Many of those that I checked up on were poor, like most of Chinatown. They didn’t trust me at first, but as their loved one’s conditions began to improve, they welcomed me into their homes. Rarely they gave me money for my help, but mostly they gave me herbs, food, and other items that I would put in my room. A chicken farmer’s wife was sick, and he tried to offer me a ring that was known to be a family heirloom. I gracefully declined his method of payment and still treated his wife. I had many medicines for fevers, pains, injuries from cuts to bruises. I cleaned wounds and sewed up men who worked for the Hop Wei. I knew this because some of them wore their nice suits proudly. They did pay me. I left my last home and wiped my forehead with my arm. I had a cloth around my face and needed to clean my hands. I made my way back to Chao’s store, keeping my head down when I found myself passing a cop.

They were definitely looking at me harder than most. I guess they wondered what it was I was doing in a place like this and not with my own people. As I re-entered the shop, I poured a small cup of water over my hands and cleaned them with a small thing of detergent that Chao had. I wiped my hands on my dress and moved out and decided to use the front door of his shop, which was the next door from the chicken shop. I was never allowed to use the front door of shops back in Tennessee, so I wanted to make a habit of doing it now. As I opened the door, I paused to see Chao standing across his weapons table from three men, all with markings going down the sides of their face.

They looked at me with intimidating glares. They wore brown leather attire. Fung Hai. The one in the middle with swooping hair tilted his head at me with curiosity. Chao looked at me with a professional smile as I slowly pulled down my mask revealing more of my face which made the man’s dark features liven as if he’s completely stunned.

“Ah, you’re back. I am just doing business. You know where to wait for me.” he said. I have heard that tone before. He wanted me to immediately get from these men’s view. I nodded.

“Of course.” I replied and moved toward Chao and walked behind him with the intention to disappear into the room in the back. However, one of the larger men moved in front of me.

“Chao, you’re not going to introduce me to your friend. That’s very rude, isn’t it?” the swooped- hair man said almost wickedly. He had leather around his wrist and rings on his fingers. He looked at me with heavy interest and I just looked at Chao leaning back some into his back and away from the man who blocked me. Chao’s relaxed smile remained on his face, but his body was tense.

“Of course, where are my manners. Zing, this is Amaka, one of my associates. Amaka, this is Zing leader of the Fung Hai. They run the casinos in Chinatown.” he introduced. Zing, continued to watch me almost as if he were a predator toying with his prey. I looked at Zing and bowed my head respectfully. I have noticed many of the people around here do this, obviously a sign of respect.

“It is nice to meet you.” I replied. Zing smirked.

“Amaka… interesting name.” he said. The air was tense, and I gave a smile out of sheer panic. This man scared me, and he knew that I was nervous of him. He wasn’t looking at the sides of my head, so I knew my ears weren’t showing.

“You speak our language quite well… for a colored girl.” he said watching me carefully as if to gauge my reaction. Chao and I both glanced at each other, and I looked back at him and nodded with a small smile again.

“Thank you.” I said lowly and Chao cleared his throat.

“Shall we continue business? I do have other appointments.” he said. Zing looked at me for a moment before looking at Chao with a venomous smile.

“Of course.” he replied before looking at the other Fung Hai member and motioned with his head for him to step aside. Once the large man did, I just walked through the door in the back and once I closed the door calmly, I pressed my back to the door and took big breaths. I didn’t realize I had held my breath. I covered my mouth and moved across the small room into the back where I stayed. This was the first time I had ever met the leader of a tong and already I knew I didn’t want to meet another one.

Later that evening, I was finishing up a few notes on each person I had seen today. I wasn’t all that good with names yet, so I drew their faces and items of each person’s home to help me remember. My door slid open, and I didn’t look up at first. I wanted to finish my notes first. Chao was moving about my room, of which I didn’t mind. It was his room before I got here, and he has been kind enough to sleep elsewhere while I was here. I told him I wouldn’t mind if he decided to sleep in here again with me, however.

“Oh come on the silent treatment?” I heard him say. I lifted my head and turned to him seeing something draped over his arm. I shook my head.

“I was just writing down notes to remember every person’s progress.” I replied standing up and wiping off my knees. I was in a corset with lace panties. He looked me over as I did him. He was fully dressed in a nice black and red suit. Draped over his arms was a red dress. I tilted my head. “Is that for me?” He smiled almost proudly and nodded stepping closer to me holding up the dress. It was flowing and has ribbons on certain angles of it.

“For tonight out.” he said. I smiled as he handed it to me, and I held it open to admire it.

“Wow, it’s beautiful. I’ve… never been given something so nice.” I replied looking at him and he bowed his head at me.

“Well believe it or not, you’ve been very helpful to those in the Chinatown. You don’t have to help those you help, but you do. Given your past, your people have done a lot for this country even if the ducks refuse to acknowledge, but I do. And I got you some nice red flats to go with it.” he said. My eyes widened at his words and joy continued to fill me.

“Thank you, Chao.” I replied. He smiled and motioned his hand toward me.

“Well try it on, see if it fits.” he said. I nodded and moved to lie it on my bed so I could get ready. He stepped out to give me privacy. Within an hour, we were both walking out to his carriage that would escort us to this brothel. The dress fit snug and pushed my breasts up a bit. My hair was pulled up and into a nice bun, exposing my ears. I never tried to purposely expose them, but it seemed this event would have lots of drinking and women that no one would notice them, and if they did, wouldn’t remember seeing them. The flats were comfy. However, I did not wear makeup. It broke out my face to wear it, so I made sure it was clean enough to be seen by others. Chao looked at me with a smile and held his hand up to me to guide me into the carriage. He followed in after me and the horses pulled us along. We sat together and he smiled with his hand gently on my left knee.

“You look beautiful.” he said. I looked at him and smiled warmly.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” I complimented. He smiled for a moment before it faded, and he looked at me apologetically.

“I am sorry if Zing made you uncomfortable today.” he said. I shook my head immediately.

“It’s okay. This is your job. I should have gone through the other shop. It just… felt good to go in through the front door instead of the back.” I replied. He winced and looked down at my lap taking my hands into his.

“I know all too well what that’s like.” he said lowly. I placed my hand atop of his and smiled as his eyes met my own.

“Let us be happy that we are no longer in those horrid places.” I replied. He nodded.

“A-fucking-men.” he said, and we both smiled wide at each other chuckling low and pressing our foreheads together. The carriage finally stopped, and Chao moved out first before helping me out. I looked at the big black building with golden pillars and bright lights coming from the window. I could hear laughing and music. I looked up the building and could see the silhouettes of people in the windows. Paper lanterns decorated the sky it seemed. Very beautiful. I jumped lightly at Chao’s hand on my back, and I looked at him and smiled. He held his arm up to me and I wrapped my arm around him, and we moved inside. Immediately I could smell tobacco and alcohol that combined with the loud laughs and cheers.

The walls were brown but well painted and well-lit with white trees painted in them. The place was huge, like one of those museums, and there were many men and women standing about talking, laughing, and other things. However, the sight of me caught many people’s attention and they began to immediately whisper and stare at me with fascination.

“I wonder what caught their attention more, my skin or my ears.” I replied lowly. Chao smirked.

“Your skin and your ears just add to your incredible African beauty. You should feel honored to have this kind of attention.” he said as he led me to a long bar. We stood between the barstools.

“Whiskey and water please.” he told the man who just nodded and turned from us. I eyed the many different women who were dressed provocatively and were leaning on men, smiling, and drinking with them. The men were easily aroused by them, and some were following the women up the stairs like a horse to water.

“This place is… unlike anything I have ever seen.” I said in awe.

“Yes, to an outsider, it’s like walking into another world. But you never want the aura to hold you captive here.” Chao said. I looked at him curiously.

“Have you ever fucked a girl here?” I asked. He grinned.

“Everyone has fucked a girl here. But don’t worry none of them compared to you.” he said. Chao and I both have needs, and when we can’t find someone that interests us, we are happy to oblige the other. But if I had to count, Chao has come to me more times than I had come to him. I scoffed with a smile.

“I am not trying to compete with the women here. If you like their pussy, you like their pussy. It won’t hurt my feelings.” I replied. He grinned.

“Oh, trust me, your pussy does not compare to theirs.” he said. I noticed a woman strutting over here, obviously looking taken aback and I just reached over and grabbed Chao’s arm. He saw my look of mild worry and looked behind me.

“Did I hear someone’s pussy is better than my girls? I definitely would need to meet the competition then.” she said with a purr. Chao grinned and leaned off the table and smiled at the woman as he took her hand and kissed the top of it. She was very beautiful, with long flowing black hair pinned up with golden pins. Her dress was long black and flowing with gold streaks. Her makeup was sharp and sparkling.

“Ah I was wondering when I would see you. How are you?” he asked. The woman smiled.

“Good, but the night is still young. Who is your friend?” she asked eyeing me with attentiveness. Chao nodded.

“Ah Toy, this is Amaka. Amaka, Ah Toy the woman I told you about.” he introduced. I smiled and bowed my head at her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I replied with a pleasant smile. Her smile was very seductive, yet innocent as well.

“The pleasure is all mine.” she replied taking a step toward me. She even smelled good. I had to look up at her some and I watched as her hand raised as she was gazing at the side of my head. “How… beautiful.” I tensed lightly as he fingers neared the tip of my ears. Chao cleared his throat, and Ah Toy immediately paused and recoiled her hand.

“I’m sorry, I have just… never seen a woman like you before. How did you end up with Chao here?” she asked with a grin and Chao shrugged.

“What can I say, life has been bringing unexpectant people to my doorstep.” he said drinking from his glass. Ah Toy nodded.

“Clearly. Well… Amaka, Chao has told me quite a lot about your charity work in helping the people of Chinatown. You are a very skilled healer. Maybe you and I can do business sometime. Although my girls are here of their own free will, sometimes, the men can get rough. I throw them out, but I want my girls to have the best care. Maybe, you help me, and I pay you to take care of the girls if they need it?” she asked. I was not expecting a proposal, but I nodded.

“Of course. This community has been kind to me, as an outsider. It’s the least I can do.” I replied. She smiled warmly at me.

“I am glad to hear that. And you speak Cantonese very well.” she said. I nodded.

“I speak many languages.” I replied. She nodded as if further impressed.

“Maybe you could assist me in the future with that?” she asked. But before I could answer, I jumped at the sight of someone yelling.

“ALRIGHT WHERE’S THE STICKY AT!” someone hollered.

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IAM Programs 2023-24

Holly Harris/Jason Chan 🇦🇺AUS RD: Madonna, Material Girl, Into the Groove, Express Yourself FD: Colossal Trailer Music, Ocean Lullaby; Christian Reindl, Lucie Paradis, Gefion, Freya; Christian Reindl, Lucie Paradis, Power-Haus, Vale choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil

Alicia Fabbri/Paul Ayer 🇨🇦CAN RD: AC/DC, Back in Black, Hells Bells, You Shook Me All Night Long FD: keeping FD from last season- Lewis Capaldi: Someone You Loved choreo: Zachary Donohue RD, Marie-France Dubrueil FD

Laurence Fournier-Beaudry/Nikolaj Soerensen 🇨🇦CAN RD: Top Gun - Harold Faltemeyer, Top Gun Anthem; Kenny Loggins, Playing with the Boys; Berlin, Take My Breath Away; Miami Sound Machine, Hot Summer Nights; Kenny Loggins, Danger Zone FD: Notre Dame de Paris - Mario Pelchat, Danse Mon Esmerelda- Acoustic; Monks of the Abbey of Notre Dame, Final Angelus Bells; Noa, Ave Maria Paien; Cirque du Soleil, Les Sans-Papiers; Garou, Danse Mon Esmerelda choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil, Romain Haguenauer, Ginette Cournoyer, Samuel Chouinard

Sandrine Gauthier/Quentin Thieren 🇨🇦CAN RD: Joan Jett, I Love Rock n Roll; Def Leppard, Pour Some Sugar on Me; Twisted Sister, I Wanna Rock FD: Game of Thrones choreo:

Marjorie Lajoie/Zachary Lagha 🇨🇦CAN RD: Michael Jackson, Thriller FD: Jean-Michel Blais, Roses choreo: Romain Haguenauer, Ginette Cournoyer

Marie-Jade Lauriault/Romain LeGac 🇨🇦CAN RD: INXS, Need You Tonight, Never Tear Us Apart, Devil Inside FD: Danny Elfman, Corpse Bride choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil, Romain Haguenauer, Sam Chouinard, Ginette Cournoyer

Emmy Bronsard/Jacob Richmond 🇨🇦CAN RD: Les Rita Mitsouko, Andy, Marcia Baïla FD: Muse, Exogenesis Symphony part 3 choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil

Shiyue Wang/Xinyu Liu 🇨🇳CHN RD: Falco, Rock Me Amadeus FD: LP, Forever for Now, The One That You Love choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil

Solene Mazingue/Marjo Jevgeni Gaidajenko 🇪🇪EST RD: Run-DMC, Walk This Way; Salt ‘n Peoa, Push It FD: Tems, No Woman No Cry; Rihanna, Lift Me Up

Evgeniia Lopareva/Geoffrey Brissaud 🇫🇷FRA RD: Myléne Farmer, Sans Contrefaçon, Tristana FD: Rachmaninoff, Elegie in eb minor, Prelude in c# minor choreo: Romain Haguenauer RD, Guillaume Cizeron FD

Lilah Fear/Lewis Gibson 🇬🇧GBR RD: Eurhythmics, Sweet Dreams, Here Comes the Rain Again FD: Rocky choreo: Romain Haguenauer, Samuel Chouinard, Ginette Cournoyer

Misato Komatsubara/Tim Koleto 🇯🇵JPN RD: Ghostbusters FD: Loving You (from Passion) Barbara Streisand & Patrick Wilson; Love Grows (from Final Fantasy VIII) Nobuo Uematsu (choreo: Romain Haguenauer) choreo: Romain Haguenauer, Marie-France Dubreuil, Ginette Cournoyer, Sam Chouinard, Eva Airapetian

Azusa Tanaka/Shingo Nishiyama 🇯🇵JPN RD: Super Mario Bros. FD: Giselle choreo: Romain Haguenauer

Hannah Lim/Ye Quan 🇰🇷KOR RD: Prince, When Doves Cry, Let's Go Crazy FD: Umbrellas of Cherbourg choreo: Romain Haguenauer RD, Marie-France Dubreuil FD

Allison Reed/Saulius Ambrulevicius 🇱🇹LTU RD: Guns n' Roses, Welcome to the Jungle, Paradise City FD: Son Lux, Enough of Our Machines; Tokio Myers, Children choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil, Sam Chouinard

Olivia Smart/Tim Dieck 🇪🇸ESP RD: Blondie, Call Me, Rapture FD: Strauss, Also Sprach Zarathustra; Elvis Presley, Fever choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil, Romain Haguenauer

Kayleigh Macsymek/Felix Desmarais 🇨🇭SUI RD: Beverly Hills Cop - Harold Faltermeyer, Axel F; Corey Hart, Hold On; Glenn Frey, The Heat is On

Mariia Holubtsova & Kyryl Bielobrov 🇺🇦UKR RD: Bonnie Tyler, Holding out for a Hero; Bonnie Tyler, Bryan Adams, Straight From the Heart; Bonnie Tyler, Desmond Child, If I Were a Woman (and You Were a Man) FD: Joe Hisaishi, Merry Go Round of Life, Fragile Dream, A Walk in the Skies (Howl's Moving Castle) choreo: Romain Haguenauer, Pascal Denis, Sam Chouinard

Oona Brown/Gage Brown 🇺🇸USA RD: Elton John, This Town, Satellite, I'm Still Standing FD: Eric Carmen, All By Myself choreo: Patrice Lauzon, Romain Haguenauer, Joel Dear

Madison Chock/Evan Bates 🇺🇸USA RD: Queen, Another One Bites the Dust, Who Wants to Live Forever, I Want it All FD: Pink Floyd, Time, Breathe, Eclipse choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil

Kaitlin Hawayek/Jean-Luc Baker 🇺🇸USA RD: U2, With or Without You FD: Fred Again, Kyle (Northern Line); Charles LeClerc, AUS23 (1:1) choreo: Marie-France Dubreuil, Kaitlin Hawayek, Jean-Luc Baker

Sara Kishimoto/Atsuhiko Tamura 🇯🇵JPN jrs RD: Styx, Mr.Roboto FD: keeping FD from last season - Pulp Fiction choreo: Romain Haguenauer, Sam Chouinard, Ginette Cournoyer, Eva Airapetian

Jamie Fournier/Everest Zhu 🇨🇦CAN jrs RD: Soft Cell, Frustration, Seedy Films, Tainted Love FD: Damien Rice, The Blower's Daughter; Melanie Laurent feat. Damien Rice, Uncomfortable choreo: Romain Haguenauer

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chill-mcyt-art-reblogs · 1 year

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2, 6, and 8? :0

2. it's christmas you whos

ah. This fic.

The fic that haunts my dreams and keeps me awake far into the night. My mortal shame. The fic that was supposed to be released last christmas but instead i imploded in on myself like a dying star.

It's your standard It's a Wonderful Life AU. Wilbur starts off as a happy kid with aspirations of being in a band and slowly I beat him down until the only solution left is local not-supposed-to-be-a-guardian-angel Phil who's doing this to get his wings back from his wife to take Wilbur on a fever dream where he gets to witness all of his loved ones in varying degrees of distress.

Something I really like doing for this fic is figuring out where the different people come in and how it all eventually ties together... and how, if Wilbur wasn't there, it would have just fallen apart.

Another favorite part is career farmer Techno who is *constantly* going to war with the local government but only because he can't just dismantle them once.

A short snippet:

There’s a man on the bridge.

It’s an old bridge. Re-done and upgraded a thousand times. New beams. New asphalt. New guardrails. Everything kept up just enough to be called safe, and yet still, in the town’s endeavors of saving the pennies and dimes from repairing the old instead of building the new, they preserved some of the romance of the thing.

In truth, it had been widened to accommodate two lanes, had proper sidewalks installed, along with street lamps. But it still looked out on the same beautiful river it had when it was first built. The forest on either side somehow having remained untouched by progress. The kind of place lovers walk at night. A place where people gaze out of their car windows to see the beauty as it passes too quickly by.

Not tonight though.

6. i was reading that one fic again

this one haunts me less but only because it has no seasonal theme that i missed and also the final chapter is almost done.

This is my fic, "That I Could Fear a Door" over on Ao3 (linked under the cut). And I got the idea reading Silverwing15's "Two Fusiliers" (also linked under the cut). Because we love Philza and Technoblade have an emotional reunion and also Phil's a little messed up.

It's been a fun little project. I hope to finish the final chapter soon. It's angsty, emotional conversations from here on out >:). Phil has not had a good time and between the decades and the brainwashing he's got no idea how to approach Techno. And it doesn't help that Techno's getting pushy and distressed himself.

Actually this fic was supposed to start, like, the day before where it actually starts because I was going to show Wilbur getting whipped for "inciting rebellious thoughts."

Which is exactly what he was doing, actually.

A short snippet:

A happier time. Sure it existed, but it’s gone, gone now. It’s over.

(there was laughter, and warmth, and good things. The burn of sweet whiskey on his tongue and the sound of a crackling fireplace)

(and someone else was there as well)

Someone else-

Technoblade-

Technoblade was there. He was always there.

And then he wasn’t. He wasn’t- wasn’t there.

Just a memory. Just a dream. The smallest figment of old comforts that still manage to haunt him at night. Slowly whittled away at by whips and chains and time, time, time-

He’s gone, it’s all gone.

8. “Lost Voice” Toast AU

basically i saw the distinct lack of ghost!tommy fics and decided that clearly Tubbo needed more torturing than what he's already gone through so I made Tommy accidentally down in Exile and Ghost Tommy, or Toast, wandering around outside L'manburg.

oh and also he just disappears one day because Dream revives him and no there is no explanation giving to Tubbo so I just leave him wondering for a while if Tommy melted because he wouldn't come inside or if he just... doesn't want to see him anymore.

I also considered maybe having post-prison death Toast show up but eh I think it will work better as a sad, short little fic where everyone's got that Big Sad

and I don't actually have a good snippet for this one so :|

#fanfiction ask game answers

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Oh, oops

#jugpea #riverdale #jughead jones #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #swughead #sweethead #jughead x sweet pea #southside serpents #photo #farmer au fever again -

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augustinewrites · 3 years

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HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

MIYA ATSUMU

series

a sprained heart || in which atsumu sprains his ankle, meets a cute doctor, is a shameless flirt, and sakusa is over it

r.i.c.e

hard to get

stolen heart

causing a scene

one-shots

favouritism

over all over again

drabbles

bunk beds

breakfast

sending signals

mornings like this

07:30

04:20

tattoos

sore loser

first date

ulterior motives

MIYA OSAMU

one-shots

off-season

fake fiancé

drabbles

saturday nights

13:25

out of reach

late night snack

just friends

headcanons

food as a love language

most popular recipe

SUNA RINTARO

series

enchanted to meet you || in which you meet rin when he finds you crying in the boys restroom

first meeting

birthday parties & tiny onesies

love at first sight

the adventures of suna suki || in which you and suna raise your first daughter, suki

baby fever (prequel)

first day of school

unicorn milkshake

away games

most special valentine

drabbles

shut up and kiss me

late nights in different apartments

birthday kisses

shower kisses

the best wingman

“we shouldn’t do this”

denim jacket

KITA SHINSUKE

series

the slow rise || in which the local baker falls for the charming local farmer (i’m pushing my cottagecore kita agenda)

new recipe

granny yumie’s boy

only you

drabbles

01:47

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

series:

the miya method || in a moment of weakness, sakusa kiyoomi does the unthinkable; ask miya atsumu for advice. it goes about as well as one might expect.

advice from miya atsumu

lunch date

lipstick

drabbles

jealous

14:37

braids

about last night

slow mornings

spoiled

AKAASHI KEIJI

series

royal au (untitled so far!)

i: wonderstruck

ii:

iii:

one-shots

tutoring

got it all

cashmere scarf

home for christmas

canon in d

bachelor party

birthdays

secret admirer

drabbles

canon in d sequel

working from home

headcanons

coworkers to lovers

gifts

KUROO TETSUROU

series

office rivals series || in which your work rival tricks you into going on a date with him.

office rivals masterlist

drabbles

sleeping patterns

all talk?

birthday

worth the wait

dad!kuroo

OIKAWA TOORU

one-shots/fics

roommates

drabbles

you belong with me

03:15

blurry

first fight

pretty boy (barista oiks)

five more minutes

small victories

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

series

mercenary!iwa (royalty au hehe)

one-shots

roommates

dad!iwa

team japan’s athletic trainer

valentine’s day

drabbles

slow mornings

headcanons

more dad!iwa

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

report card

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

drabbles

anniversary

HIRUGAMI SACHIRO

one-shots/fics

veterinarian recommended child support

puppies

drabbles

dad!hirugami

#augustine.navi

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 3 years

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Sweet Dreams

Summary: Soulmate AU where you and your soulmate share a dreamscape. Kaz has only ever felt truly comfortable in his dreams, living a life as a simple farmer with a wonderful partner. What happens when he meets that partner in his waking hours? Word count: 4,924 CW: Spoilers for Kaz’s backstory, food mention,

As a child, Kaz would run through fields in his dreams, another child by his side. There, they would wrestle, climb trees, and generally do whatever small children did while playing together. When Kaz had woken that first day he’d dreamt of them, he had climbed into his father’s lap and told him all about how he had met someone while he slept and what they were like.

His father had laughed and said it was his soulmate. That person would be waiting for him in his dreams until the moment came when they could meet in person and even after that; they’d always be there in his dreams. Kaz had asked what a soulmate was for. Were they just a lifelong playmate? Were they supposed to end up like his mother and father, married and with children? Or were they more like Jordie, someone who would always be there with him? The only answer he got was that the soulmate would be whichever of those he chose them to be, in whatever way they happened to be it. There was no one way to have a soulmate.

So, Kaz relied on them. He told them everything about his day as they climbed and ran and played or laid in the grass and saw shapes in the clouds. And they did the same. They told him everything about their days and their life and that their name was Y/N. He got used to their presence, finding comfort in his dreams. When his father died, Kaz had cried himself to sleep and met Y/N in his dreams, where they had sat with him as he mourned.

He told them everything that happened on the boat and in Ketterdam, about Jakob Hertzoon and sharing a hot chocolate with Jordie. When Kaz learned a new magic trick, Y/N was always the first person to hear about it.

Life changed when the Queen’s Lady Plague hit Ketterdam. Kaz spent a lot of time sleeping, unable to distinguish reality from a dream anymore besides Y/N’s presence. His soulmate was always there, holding his hand and talking to him. Their mother owned a bakery and Y/N described how it looked, the smells of the freshly baked bread, what the specials of the day were, and how business was doing. When they ran out of descriptions, they told him about their day and rambled about any topic that came to their mind, anything to keep his off the pain. They kept him going and living and surviving through it all.

When he came back to shore that fateful night, something in him had changed. An innocence was lost in him that had still been there a few days before. Something had broken inside him and scales had fallen from his eyes as he saw the world in a new light, a crueler one. He avoided sleeping that first week in the same way he would avoid touch for years after. He didn’t want them to see him like this, was desperate to hide what he had become from them. He wasn’t sure if he could even bear their touch in the retreat that was his dreams.

Still, he could only fight sleep for so long before he lost the battle and dreamt.

Y/N was there waiting for him, sitting on the wall that overlooked the field they had once played in. They turned their head to look at him and smiled. “Hey! We’re finally asleep at the same time again! I’ve been helping Ma at the bakery so my sleep schedule is a mess right now. I hope you haven't been having too much fun without me.” They giggled at their own joke, sunlight lighting up behind them.

Kaz didn’t say anything, just hopped up to sit beside them on the wall. Y/N tilted their head. “Something’s different about you. Did you recover from your fever?”

Kaz nodded, a single, sharp movement. “Yeah, I recovered.” His voice was just as gravelly as it had become while awake, the only sign of the plague left on him. A few moments were spent in silence as Kaz steeled himself to speak the words that would bring the events into reality. “Jordie didn’t.”

Y/N’s face crumbled, sorrow mixed with worry swimming in their eyes. “Oh, Kaz.” They pulled him into their arms. Unlike with others, whose touch made him revolted, Kaz found solace in their arms and let himself burrow deeper, clasping his arms tightly around them.

“He died a week ago. Maybe longer.” Kaz forced the words past the block in his throat and the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Y/N just pulled him closer and held him tight, letting him cry out the emotions he hadn’t truly processed until that moment.

As they grew older, the dreamscape expanded. They were able to manipulate and shape it, to change colors and add buildings, even change the time of day and season on a whim. The field where they played as children stayed where it was; a stone wall bordered it and a simple farmhouse stood across the road. It had a large library with a bay window where they would often curl together to read. There, there was no work to be done, no worries to be had. A kitchen was in the back, always stocked with whatever ingredients either desired. The house was not a childhood home, but a home that the soulmates could grow and change in. Overtime, their relationship changed in a similar way. They'd started as simply play companions, then childhood confidantes. Soon, that changed to fast friends. Slower, that friendship shifted into something different, a shyness around the other that led to confessions of romantic feelings and a romantic relationship blooming around them.

Always, Kaz was touching Y/N in some way. His head in their lap, theirs on his shoulder, hands intertwined, curled around each other in some way. There was never a time when they were not touching if they could help it. Kaz had come to crave touch in his sleep, his one refuge from the world. Even when he started sweating at the mere thought of brushing past a crowd, Y/N was a beacon of light and safety in the stormy sea of his thoughts. They were the safe haven he guarded with his life.

Only in sleep could he truly let all his walls down and simply exist with another person. Y/N laughed and called him clingy at times but they understood he had always been physically affectionate, never truly growing out of his childhood habits around them. With Y/N, he wasn’t Dirtyhands, nor the Bastard of the Barrel. He was Kaz Rietveld, a farm boy making his way in a big city. He’d never told them of Brekker, never let them know what he was like in real life. It was selfish and possibly cruel to hide that part of himself from them. However, he longed for a sense of normalcy, a simple life.

When he was unsure who his true self even was, Brekker or Rietveld, how could he be hiding it from them and how did he reveal it to them?

Kaz checked his watch. The candles were burning low, the sun long since set, and he was still sitting in his office with paperwork in front of him. None of that mattered as he saw the time was close to midnight. He put down his pen, blew out the light, and hurriedly climbed the stairs to his room. He’d always looked forward to sleeping and tried to warn Y/N that his sleep schedule might become sporadic when he took on jobs that required limited sleep. They never worried about him, simply thinking they were just missing him when it came to sleeping. When those times happened, they both left little notes for each other around the dreamscape to make up for the lack of interactions.

Kaz dropped onto his bed and, within moments, was asleep.

He opened his eyes to find himself standing on the road in front of the house. Pushing open the door, he called into the house, “Darling, I’m home!”

Y/N laughed and responded, “In the library!”

Kaz shucked off a pair of work boots and wandered over to them, wrapping his arms around their waist as they stood before a bookshelf. He buried his nose in their hair and took a deep breath, losing himself in the feel of them. “You smell nice. Were you helping at the bakery today?”

Y/N hummed in affirmation. “Yep. Ma wanted the extra set of hands and I had finished university homework early. Did you just get off work?”

Kaz nodded against them, eyes slipping shut. “What are we reading today?”

Y/N pulled a book off the shelf, a hand slipping down to lay over Kaz’s as they guided him over to the bay window. “I was thinking The Last Knight.”

Kaz released them to sit on the cushion, smiling at the feel of the sun warming the seat and his face, eyes briefly slipping closed to enjoy it more. Y/N laid down in front of him, throwing a pillow into his lap before resting their head atop it, looking up at him with the book on their stomach. “Did you want to read or should I?”

“You go ahead.” Kaz looked down at them and marveled at the way the sun lit up their eyes and danced through their hair, the way their voice wove the story so intricately. He couldn’t help it when his hand wandered to pick up a few of those strands, to feel why the light would dance so joyously through it. He wanted this image, this peaceful moment in the sun, to be imprinted just behind his eyelids so he could gaze at them for the rest of time.

Y/N stopped reading, their eyes fixed on Kaz’s face. “Is there something wrong?”

Kaz shook his eyes, eyes smiling. “No, sweetheart, nothing’s wrong. I just got caught up marveling at you, that’s all. Please, keep reading.” They would never know it if he could help it but Y/N was the only one he would ever give an unprompted ‘please’ to.

Y/N smiled and grabbed his hand, pressing a quick kiss to the back of it before going back to reading.

The rest of their night was spent in that peaceful moment in the country sun, curled around each other and relaxing. Kaz always loved falling asleep at night, getting to shed his gloves and burdens and not be expected to do anything but exist with his loved one.

The next day, Kaz and Anika were in the Government District of Ketterdam for a deal, Anika coming as his second. The deal went as they’d expected it to, Kaz getting what he needed out of it. On the way back, it had started to pour. The noon sun quickly gave way to dark clouds and rain that washed the streets of the dirt that lingered between the cobblestones.

Anika raised her collar and shivered, never caring much for the frequency of Ketterdam’s rains. “Do we have to head back right now?”

Kaz raised a brow at her. “Why? Scared of a little water?”

“I’d rather not catch a cold right before winter, if it’s all the same to you,” she snarked back, never one to show weakness. It’s why he’d chosen her as his second.

“And what do you suggest we do otherwise? The browboat doesn’t pass by here for another half hour.”

Anika glanced around, eyes lighting up when she spotted something. “We skipped lunch to deal with this parlay. I say we hole up in that bakery over there for a quick meal and to wait for the boat.”

Kaz glanced over at the brightly colored sign, a stark contrast to the drab gray of the building. “Fine.”

A bell chimed when he pushed the door open and a voice he would have recognized anywhere greeted them. “Come on in! I just made a new batch of bread rolls!”

There, in a black apron with flour covering the front and dusting their hair, was Kaz’s soulmate. He stepped inside and approached the counter with Anika in tow, trying to calm his racing heart. He’d never looked like this to them, always dressed in the loose roughspun clothes of a farmer or common layperson. He’d never let them see him as a Barrel gang boss.

Y/N slid a tray into its slot in the display case and looked up with a smile. “Hello, how can I help . . .?” Their voice trailed off as Y/N’s eyes found Kaz.

Their face lit up with the joy Kaz was used to seeing on them and that he always loved to see. “Kaz?!” Quickly, they lifted the hinged part of the counter and stepped out from behind it, moving with the clear intent to hug him.

Anika stepped in between them and kept a clear distance before Kaz had the chance to react. Y/N’s smile dimmed. “Kaz? What’s going on?”

“Brekker doesn’t touch people,” Anika answered, a rough bark in her voice.

Kaz cleared his throat and placed the head of his cane on Anika’s arm, lowering it forcefully. “Step away, Anika. I know them.” Y/N reached for Kaz but didn’t touch him, their questions clear in their eyes. Kaz reached out first and gently took their hand, keeping his grip loose. “I’ll explain everything soon, my love,” he said softly.

Y/N nodded and glanced at the display case. “Well, in the meantime, would you like anything to eat?”

Kaz smirked, letting the smile reach his eyes in a way they would recognize. “I’ll take a cup of coffee and that fried dough with currants that you rave about every now and again.”

Anika looked between the two but didn’t comment. “I’ll take a few of the white bread rolls and some gumdrops if you have them.”

Y/N smiled back at Kaz and squeezed his hand before releasing him to gather their meals. Kaz placed both hands back on his cane and looked around at the small gathering of people also stopping at the bakery for lunch and to get out of the rain. Kaz paid for the meal and Anika absconded to a separate table to give them some privacy.

“Do you have a few minutes to talk?” Kaz looked at Y/N, eyes gentler than they ever usually were when he was awake.

Y/N glanced around and nodded, pulling their apron off. “Give me a moment.” Stepping back behind the counter, Y/N tossed their apron into the backroom. “Ma, I’m taking my five minute break!”

“Okay, dear!” a voice called back.

Y/N turned and smiled at Kaz. “I’m all yours for the next few minutes.”

Kaz took a deep breath and sat at a nearby table, cane leaning against his leg. Y/N sat down across from him, arms folded on the table and patiently waiting for him to speak. “I don’t really know where to start. A lot of what you want to know isn’t something to be said in public.”

Y/N hummed in thought, sticking their tongue out slightly as they always did while thinking deeply. “Well, you can start with whatever you want. We can save this for later tonight and just talk about the weather or something else mundane for now. You can explain anything you’re comfortable with now and go into greater detail later.”

“Have I mentioned recently how much I love you and your wonderful brain?”

Y/N ducked their head and laughed. “Thank you, darling.”

Kaz took another few moments to collect himself before he spoke. “I haven’t ever lied to you. Not once have I twisted words to conceal a truth, nor have I directed a conversation away from a fact. I want you to know that going into this.”

Y/N nodded but didn’t say anything, letting him take his time on the story.

“I don’t touch people. At least, no one except you and that’s only been in my dreams so far. I don’t usually like to touch people or have them touch me.” He took a bite of his pastry to stall for time.

Y/N nodded. “I wonder what makes me different. Is it because it’s only while in a dream that touch hasn’t been bothering you? Or is it the soulmate aspect of it? Is it the constant touch, the safety of it all, there’s so many factors to consider.”

Kaz chuckled lightly. “I thought the same thing at first. Over time, I just stopped wondering about it and let you be a safe haven for me.”

“I like that.” They glanced out a window at a nearby clock tower. “Another two minutes or so until my break is over.”

Kaz nodded. “Okay, we can talk more later tonight. I promise I’ll answer every question you have. For now, tell me about your day. I want to hear about you.”

Y/N smiled softly at him and obliged. They talked about their mother calling them in to help with the bakery as there had been a bigger morning rush than expected. They were in the government district so it was probably an early morning meeting that many of them had been rushing to. For the next few minutes, they rambled about their morning in the way they usually would when talking to Kaz.

He ate his meal as they talked, asking questions to prompt them along at times. Too soon, they had to get back to work. With a squeeze to Kaz’s gloved wrist, Y/N slid off their chair and disappeared behind the counter. Kaz gathered his trash and threw it away before joining Anika at the door. He put his hat on and strode out, not glancing at his second.

Anika fell into step beside him, hands behind her back and expression curious. Kaz sighed. “Ask. I know you want to.”

“Who was that?”

Kaz glanced at Anika through the still pouring rain. “Why are you so curious?”

She shrugged. “Information is a currency in the Barrel and curiosity is a boon.”

Kaz was almost impressed. Still, he shook his head. “They’re someone very special to me and that’s as much currency as you’re going to get out of me. Let’s get home.”

That night, Kaz shed both his gloves and his burdens and sank into his dreams.

He looked out over the fields, saw the gentle rise of the hills and the soft sunlight filtering through the trees, and could feel his stress leaving him. Here, there were no worries, no jobs, just peace and rest. Something he greatly lacked in the waking world.

“Kaz? Are you here yet?” Y/N’s voice rang out from the house.

Kaz smiled and stepped inside, toeing off his simple work boots. “Yes, dear, I just got off work.”

“Good. I’m in the bedroom.”

Kaz followed their voice into the farmhouse’s bedroom, a small and cozy room filled with the same gentle sunlight that permeated the entire house. Y/N was lying on top of the covers, a book in front of them. Kaz chuckled and joined them on the bed, curling an arm around them and kissing the back of their neck. Y/N turned their head to smile at him. “How was the rest of your day?”

“It was okay. Long and tiring. My companions never really know how to be quiet.” It felt right, to talk about his day so casually with his soulmate. He wanted to do it more often, talk about the Crows and the Dregs, talk about how the Crow Club was doing and what new things he was planning for it and the gang. His arm curled tighter around them, hand slipping under their shirt to rub his thumb across their bare stomach.

Y/N giggled and squirmed. “Your hand is freezing!”

Kaz smiled. “Should I move?”

“No, it’s nice, just cold, that’s all.”

Kaz hummed and looked at the book they were reading. "What's that one about?"

"A Shu Han princess falls for a Zemeni farmer when she visits. They have moonlight trysts before the farmer eventually saves the heir to the throne and is given a title within the Shu kingdom."

"So they marry at that point?"

"No. The princess didn't want to be a princess, all she wanted was to be loved. So, the farmer uses her new status to get close to the princess and whisks her away to her farm in Novyi Zem, where they get married quietly and live peacefully."

Kaz kissed Y/N’s cheek. "Sounds like you've read it before."

"I have. It's a favorite of mine." Y/N’s smile faded and they rolled onto their back. “Do you want to talk about it now or save it for later?”

Kaz sobered and took a steadying breath. “Now. I promised we’d talk about it, and we will.” He didn’t need to ask them what they meant, there was only one topic of conversation that seemed to loom over them.

“Will you really answer any question I ask?”

“As truthfully as I can.”

“Okay. What do you do for a living?”

Kaz smiled. Trust them of all people to jump straight in. “I’m the leader of a gang. You met Anika today, she’s a more trusted member of that gang.”

Y/N looked at him softly. “Care to share a few more details about it? Like, the name?”

Kaz told them all about the Dregs, praising his Crows to them with words he would rarely say to the crew themselves. He answered every question they had about his past, connecting the dots well enough for his touch aversion. With a simple thought, Kaz called up a dream version of his cane and let Y/N handle it, exploring all the different facets of his identity. He usually used a plain wooden cane in the dreamscape, his limp a part of him he would never hide from them.

“Kaz, do you think I could meet your Crows?” Y/N asked, absentmindedly running their fingers over the cane. “I’m not asking to meet the whole gang, just your trusted inner circle that you’d consider to be your friends.”

Kaz hummed in thought, shifting to pull them closer into his side. “I was thinking about asking if I could see you more in person. Maybe I’ll find a few convenient reasons to send people by or to stop by myself with people in tow every now and again.”

Y/N giggled. “I’d like that.”

Kaz started them out slowly. He sent Jesper to the bakery under the ruse that it was a drop site for an informant and Y/N sent him back with a small note and a few pastries. Wylan had already met them before, having frequented the bakery while in council meetings. Kaz even managed to bring Inej there when she docked for a week.

Kaz began using his few breaks to meet up with Y/N on their own breaks. Often, they would walk by the harbor and Kaz would take off his gloves to hold their hand. Around them, he was getting more comfortable with touch but still preferred to keep physical affection for their private moments in dreams or without a crowd around.

One day a few months later, Kaz swept into the bakery, letting himself in through the back. Y/N smiled at him. “What are you doing here?”

Kaz let his coat fall over his arms and stood with both hands on the head of his cane. “You know perfectly well what I’m doing here.” He’d pulled out all the theatrics for them even though they’d discussed this plan the night before. Kaz was here to ‘steal’ his soulmate away and finally let them see what he does. Today, that happened to mainly be paperwork and a few errands.

Y/N giggled and pulled the strap of their bag over their shoulder. “Yes, Mister Rietveld, I think I do.”

Kaz held their hand and wound through the streets with them, helping Y/N onto the browboat and sitting as close to them as he could. Y/N gripped Kaz’s arm when a few particularly rough looking Black Tips strolled by. Kaz tipped his cane forward, flashing the silver crow head, and the rival gang quickly diverted elsewhere.

Soon enough, they arrived at the Crow Club. Kaz leaned down slightly to speak quietly by Y/N’s ear. “Would you like to walk through the main entrance or skip the crowd and use the side? I can always show you around after hours or during a less busy time if you’re interested in seeing the place.”

Their brow furrowed and he knew they were thinking about the large crowd that must be in there despite the early hour. “Side door, please.”

Kaz nodded and walked through the narrow alley, holding open the requested door. They walked through the dark wood halls, Y/N sticking close to Kaz’s side but looking around curiously. Kaz ushered them into his office and pulled off his coat, hanging it on the coat rack. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable. For the day and any other time you visit, this room belongs to you as well.”

Y/N nodded and looked around for a moment. Kaz pulled his gloves off and set them on the desk before sitting himself, cane resting in the nook of a slightly open drawer, and started looking over paperwork. In the corner of his eye, Kaz could see Y/N wandering the room, pulling books off the shelves and running their hands over various surfaces.

They grabbed a chair and pulled it around the desk, setting it up close to Kaz’s chair. When they turned around, Kaz pulled the chair closer to his own and went back to his work. Y/N was still across the room when a knock came from the door. They looked at Kaz over their shoulder, eyes widening, but he just held up a hand and said, “Come in,” before going back to his work.

Rotty opened the door and stepped inside, approaching the desk and not seeming to notice the other person in the room. “Kaz, I got that report on the harbor you asked for.”

“Good, put it on the desk and go.” Kaz barely glanced up from his work.

Rotty put the bundle of papers on top of a stack and turned, noticing Y/N still standing by the bookshelves. He tipped his hat to them and left, closing the door behind him. Y/N crossed the room back to Kaz’s side and sat in the chair. They kicked off their boots and curled their legs beneath them, using a slate as a surface to write on.

“You can use part of the desk if you want.” Kaz reached over and started clearing it off.

“That’s okay. It’s just a few recipes I wanted to transcribe for my own use. Besides, this is comfortable.” Y/N leaned their head on Kaz’s shoulder briefly, hair brushing against his jaw, before going back to work. Kaz nodded and planted a kiss on the top of their head before resuming his own work.

Throughout the day, people came and went to drop off reports or pick up assignments. Y/N occasionally shifted to stretch or find a new position but they always remained close to Kaz. He occasionally put a hand on their knee or arm when he thought there was a potential of them leaving while another was in the room.

Sporadically, Y/N would look over at what Kaz was working on and rest their chin on his shoulder before kissing his cheek and going back to their work. Now and again, when he felt up to it, Kaz turned his head and stole a kiss on the lips. One of these instances was in the evening when work was really kicking up for most Dregs. The door to the office opened without a knock but Kaz was too absorbed in the kiss to notice much. Jesper yelped from by the door and closed it, his hurried footsteps fading down the hall.

One of Kaz’s hands rested on Y/N’s wrist, slender fingers wrapped around the joint and pressed to their pulse to ground him. The other cupped their cheek, his thumb rubbing their cheekbone and pinky resting on the pulse point at their neck. Y/N sighed into the kiss, shifting to be practically in Kaz’s lap and enjoying every second of the attention he gave them, even as he pulled away a few seconds later. They were still working on physical contact in the waking world but it was progressing quickly, already used to the feeling of being in each other’s arms while dreaming.

Kaz escorted Y/N back to their home, waiting until they were inside before he started the trek back to the Slat. He was content and happy. Happy that his soulmate was finally in front of him while he was awake. Happy to be able to see them whenever he wanted and for longer than the few hours their sleep schedules overlapped. He was happy to be able to heal for them, always striving to be the man they need in their life.

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#ace writes #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #anika (six of crows)#fluff #domestic fluff #tooth rotting fluff #just something really cute #spoilers for Kaz's backstory

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wangxianficfinder · 3 years

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Fic Finder

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1. I've been trying to find a fic that I saw on AO3. Its a modern au where wwx is a farmer and (I think) a youtuber (sort of like li ziqi) and lxc and nmj show lwj his videos and he immediately falls in love and decides to visit. I remember wwx mentioning that he was going to have to resort to the farmers only dating app to find love. Thank you in advance!

FOUND? Winter Sun by brojorlas (M, 38k, wangxian, youtuber!WWX)

FOUND? ❤️【那夏天的我們】a stroke of fate by puddingcatbeans (G, 60k, wangxian, youtuber!wwx, musician!lwj) also fits

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2. hello! thank you for your hard work! i'm looking for a fic, it was post-canon but modern times, and all i remember from it is that historians were confused about wwx's death, because they had records of him dying a certain date but they also had records of him being alive years later and married to lwj.

FOUND? Future Cultivation AU series by Aki_no_hikari (G, 23k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, the characters from MDZS have been reincarnated and are studying the legendary historical figures Hanguang-Jun and the Yiling Patriarch)

Similar:

living in my memory/living in my mouth by tardigradeschool (T, 33k, wangxian, Mojo’s post, modern w/ magic, reincarnation)

The Life Cycle of the Frog and the Fish by Aerlalaith (T, 53k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

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3. Can u tell me the title of fanfiction about wangxian time travel to the past. Wei wuxian, lan wangji, lan xichen, jiang cheng and kids a-yuan time travel to the timeline where they still study at cloud recesses. The future time traveler from the siege of wei wuxian. Wei wuxian end up hurt on his leg I think bitten by the corpse. Lan wangji already being punished by the discipline whip and a-yuan got a fever. I don't remember the title nor the author. Forget to save the fanfiction.

FOUND! How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 37k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it)

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4. Sort of a fic finder - I saw someone mention the cuddler fic, where WWX is a professional cuddler and LWJ is a client, but I can’t find the link. Can you please post it again?

FOUND! Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 20k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

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5. Im looking for this specific fic where they address wwx by his rightful titles as lan er gonzi's spouse and the lan apologize, also a-yuan was young.Honestly any recs that are like that are welcomed, i cant get this out of my head so anything is goodThanks! Have a great day!

FOUND? Ghost Wedding by nirejseki (G, 4k, wangxian, ghost marriage; no young A-Yuan, but insisting on WWX being called 'Madam Lan' is a plot point, Mojo’s bookmark)

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6. hi! thank you for the wonderful work yall do!! i need help finding a fic. it's a modern uni au. i remember this one super specific part where there was a party at the jin mansion. it was a huge party. but they got snowed in. (according to my notes) they were stuck there for 3 days but now im not too sure? there was an Incident with a Vase that someone broke and jzx complained about how it was a rare and wwx snarked back. wangxian found a gorgeous room and stayed there to Bond. ringing any bells?

FOUND! and here comes the summertime by ribena (M, 72k, wangxian, modern, slow burn)

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7. Hi! Thank you so much for everything you do! I was wondering if you could help me with a fic? LWJ wakes up in an AU and back in time in during the war, and WWX behaves very differently. I assume LWJ is originally from a timeline where WWX is dead? And WWX sleeps in LWJ's tent, while LWJ is panicking. I hope it's not too little information! Thank you!

FOUND! ❤️More than a Dream of You by VoidRune (T, 8k, wangxian, timetravel, fix-it)

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8. Thanks for bringing help to the fandom.🤗 I'm looking for fic where the Lan's have a really progressive sex ed program and they have live examples with question and answer s. Wangxian are the only couple available to do it for the year and they do it so well and for so in long, the students want to be cut sleeves as well. @iwillbetrash4eva

FOUND? what do you mean this goes in that by lao_you_tiao has WWX and LWJ teaching a popular Sex Ed class at Gusu Summer School but it’s been put under an anonymous collection w/ no access to others, my post

More sex ed in Gusu Lan shenanigans can be found on #9 of this post.

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9. Looking for a story where the Wens and wwx wind up in CR. To further protect them, a marriage is proposed between wwx and lwj. Lwj protests, bc wwx is being forced into this and that's never what lwj wants. He asks to speak w wwx first, to explain. Only the talk goes badly. Wwx totally gets the wrong impression. They still get married, but neither thinks the other wants it. They're living apart in the beginning, but wwx starts spending time in the Jingshi and eventually moves in. Lwj is trying to be good, but they start sleeping in the same bed. One day, lwj thinks he's dreaming of kissing wwx, but they're actually kissing. Lwj straight up panics and tries to flee, thinking he forced himself on wwx, but he doesn't quite make it. Wwx manages to calm him down, lwj didn't force the kiss (wwx initiated the kiss) and in the process they both realize they love each other. @whisperprime

FOUND! The Vermillion Ribbon by Unforth (E, 223k, wangxian, wen!wwx)

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10. Honestly, Idk how to use this. But im swallowing my pride asking for help in finding a fic. Its about wwx and lqr, where they play a board game then wwx apologized to lqr for being a terrible student then. Its because wwx has a student who is as disruptive as he was. They talk, lqr telling him about regretting sending his perfect nephew to a troublemaker then fall in love. He realizes the parallel was his adopted son, not lsz and his student. Pls forgive my insolence and broken english [You’re doing a wonderful job, no worries!]

FOUND? someone like you by Basingstoke (G, <1k, wangxian, Future Fic, Cloud Recesses, Teacher WWX)

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11. Hi i was wondering if you could help me find a fic. It’s a modern AU where wwx wakes up with no memory and doesn’t remember divorcing lwj. lxc and jiang cheng were married and keeping it a secret from wwx. i think wwx had an extreme sports show or something. thanks!

FOUND! no balance by silverclaw (G, 20k, wangxian, JC/LXC, modern, post-divorce)

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12. Does anyone else remember a fic where LWJ does some kind of ritual and sacrifices/kills a lot of people to bring back WWX? It might or might not have happened in Golden Carp Tower?

FOUND! I just wanted to see you so bad by Blackberreh & ThatOnePlatypus (T, 1k, wangxian, dark!lwj)

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13. Hi! Was looking for a modern AU where Sizhui is adopted by LWJ and WWX as a teenager? It had some things about them as teens first and two timelines. Thanks for your work!

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14. Hello, I was hoping you could help me find a fic. I don't remember much of it, only that wwx was having some suicidal ideation. Like he was sitting or standing at a cliff's edge. I think lsz stops him and lwj stops him as well. It was post canon and they're already together.

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15. Hi mods thank you so much for running this blog! Could you help me find a time travel fic (it may have been deleted? I fear) of lwj and nhs traveling back in time to when yllz was still alive and not-so-secretly helping him? They became friends from exchanging nsfw books somehow lmao. I remember lwj wore this hat disguise and ayuan called him "hat gege." Wwx finds out who he is eventually and also writes his own cultivation manuel which becomes pretty popular. I really appreciate your help! <33

According to @mikkeneko this one has been deleted :( which is a shame, I remember liking it ~Mod L

Not to be sobered by anything(like regret) by astrobandit (deleted)

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16. Thank you so much for all the lovely fics you find!!! Do you remember one where Lan Zhan gets cursed by merchants trying to take over the salt trade(i think) in Guzu- Wei Ying finds him through a blood link and has to unmake the merchants to save Lan Zhan. Appreciate any help you might give!

FOUND! the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 8k, wangxian, this one’s a perfect storm of BAMF! WWX, Protective! WWX, Hurt! WWX (as well as Hurt! LWJ), YLLZ! WWX, and Genius! WWX.)

Podifcs available here by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona) and here by jellyfishfire

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17. Hi, I'm looking for a fic that I read probably three years ago?? And I just remember that LSZ is still a kid prob 5-6yo, and WWX is in a coma state, he got injured(?) by accidentally burning his and Wen's apartment. His unconscious soul (ghost) keeps LSZ company and helps him remember his childhood with WWX. And LSZ got adopted by LWJ, and keep saying that he got a ghost friend that is his bunny plush toy (I guess?) teaching him some mandarin words with a song (Xiao Tuzi Guai Guai). Can you please find it? Thank you🙏🏻

FOUND! Good Little Rabbit, Open The Door by ElopeToTheSea (G, 33k, wangxian, modern, fluff and angst)

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18. Two asks for you! (18a) One is a hot fic where Wei Wuxian is a fox, first one he gets the old ‘stuck in a wall’ trope, (18b) second one he sneaks in to try and blow Lan Wangji. The second one ends with Lan Wangji declaring that the jade seal marked WW as his pet, & he’d helpfully collared himself already. The second ask is not nearly so easily found I’m afraid. All I really remember is LW idly asking about watching WW ride a dildo, and WW trying to play it cool but blurting put “will you tell me what to do?

18a)

FOUND! naïve little fox by celerydragon (not rated, 4k, wangxian, fox wwx, dragon lwj)

18b)

FOUND! An Education in Biting off More Than You Can Chew by celerydragon (E, 4k, wangxian, non-con somnophilia) sequel to 18a

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19. Each chapter was a different au. There was one where wwx was in the nie sect and found a way to counteract the nie saber problem. Another is where when wwx died he rejected a part of himself and that part became another entity and wwx was fragmented and lost his memories and at the end when he accepted back the parts of himself that he rejected, he became a god. there was one where he made a ritual to help people pass on and grew flowers for that purpose. @alwaystiredinsomniac

FOUND? ❤️ Death of a Ghost by gotcocomilk (E, 107k, wangxian, Mojo’s post) the second description matches a complete fic

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20. I'm looking for a fic where the Juniors decide to break Wei Wuxian's record for how many rules he's broken. At the start, they scare Wei Wuxian by waking him up with Fairy (because of Jin Ling), and they release Little Apple to ransack Jiang Cheng's room (because of Lan Sizhui), who is visiting soon. They get caught by Wei Wuxian in their last rule breaking stunt, who figures out what they did this morning.

FOUND! a game of dares by t_why (Not rated, 7k, fluff, humor)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder

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digitalstowaway · 2 years

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Farmer AU w/ Marshallworth

Miles is in the village for some work but he gets super sick. And everyone in towns is a bit cold towards him, so he doesn't want to go to the clinic or general store. He doesn't want anyone to see him all gross and exhausted and weak. He doesn't want anyone to see him when he's less than perfect.

So he tries to ride it out himself.

Only it's hard. The village is so cold, and his little cottage is drafty. Heat is a luxury in the village. Only one person can install heater, and he's on bad terms with her. Always has been. He only has so much tea and food, and whatever is plaguing him is holding on for a long ride.

Eventually he cracks. He needs something to help him. He pulls on his boots and a thick sweater and his coat. He coughs roughly before stepping out of his cottage and into the village.

He gets a few odd looks as he walks up the street to the general store. He ignores them.

And then he hears the annoying clomping of a horse behind him. He keeps his head down. Whoever it is can pass him.

"Miles? That you?"

Miles looks up. Neil is looking down at him. Lifting his head to look at Neil makes Miles dizzy.

"I thought you left town already--woah."

Neil jumps off his horse just as Miles' knees crash into the cobblestone. He grabs Miles by the shoulders. He says he'll take Miles to the clinic, but Miles shakes his head.

Neil insists, but Miles is just as stubborn even with his body shaking and his lungs seizing with coughs. They compromise. Neil gets Miles on his horse, holds him tight, and heads back to his ranch.

"Nice and slow for him," Neil tells his horse. Miles never learned her name. He never bothered to tell any of his horses apart. "We gotta go easy on the poor thing."

Miles hates horses, but he seems almost unbothered. He's too distracted by his own fever and Neil's arm around him.

Neil's cottage is warm and smells like home-cooked food. His bed is soft and there's plenty of blankets for Neil to tuck around him.

And then there's water pressed to his lips, a cold towel at his forehead, and a fire being stoked beside him.

He wakes up hours later without having realized he had fallen asleep in the first place. Neil is by his bedside, changing the cold towel on his forehead. The fire has died down. Miles feels heavy and warm in Neil's bed.

"You worried me there for a bit," Neil says. "I was about to call for the doctor."

He helps Miles drink more water and promises him hot stew next time he wakes up. It'll be something to fix that scrawny frame of his. That's why he got sick, Neil tells him. He needs to put on more weight.

Miles drifts back to sleep without saying much. When he wakes again, he can smell simmering stew--beef and potatoes and spices--and he can hear Neil humming to himself.

He rolls onto his side, curls up with a soft blanket, and thinks maybe it's okay someone saw him less than perfect just this once. He'll just have to make sure it doesn't happen again.

#farmer au #marshallworth

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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years

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Hucow!AU Story, Part 2 (N/s/f/w)

Things get steamy in this part; I stayed up all night finishing this. Again, credit belongs to @dark-side-blog2 for creating the Hucow!au, and giving me the idea for this story in the first place.

All characters aged up to be 18 or older!!!

WARNINGS: not sfw, yandere, noncon, dubcon, lactation, ruts/heat, manipulation, Bruno being very manipulative and naughty lol. Let me know if any of you are interested in a part 3, I might be persuaded into continuing this story~

EDIT: omg i’m an idiot i forgot to post the actual fic sorry lol

While Bruno got Narancia situated in bed, Mista helped you in the kitchen as usual.

“I was thinking we’d have some fresh garden salad with our stew tonight, how does that sound y/n?” Mista called out from the fridge he was rummaging through.

“Sounds good to me!” You replied, dicing the ingredients for the stew and tossing them into the pot. This was a daily routine between you and Mista nowadays. While you would fix breakfast and lunch, he would usually help you make a hearty dinner for all of you. It was not only tasty, but healthy, utilizing the freshest ingredients from your farm. Bruno seemed to be something of a farmer himself, actually, as he cultivated a few unusual crops you’d never heard of before, but nonetheless delicious.

For example, Mista and Bruno had introduced you to a hucow staple. It was called mulgeo salad, made primarily of edible flowers that were a pretty lavender blue. They made sure you had some with your dinner every night, as apparently it has many health benefits for female hucows, and therefore must be good for human women as well. You couldn’t really complain, even if it did have a funny aftertaste, as you did notice feeling healthier after changing your diet.

“Here, I tried a new dressing this time, try some!” Mista prodded you with a fork full of some mulgeo salad and what looked like a vinaigrette. You sighed and opened your mouth, and Mista happily fed you his creation.

“Not Bad,” you told him, “maybe a squeeze of lemon juice?” You suggested, mulling over the taste in your mouth. Mista tried some of the sauce himself, and nodded, agreeing with you. “Good thinking, that’ll help with the aftertaste.”

Meanwhile, Narancia was tossing in your guest bed, fussing with Bruno who was trying to be patient with the younger bull.

“Brunooo, I don’t want to be in bed, I want to see y/n! You know she’s the only one who can really help me anyways!” Narancia whined, as Bruno gently but firmly pushed him back onto the bed.

“What I know is that you need to preserve your strength, and let y/n get ready for tonight. You want your first time to be special, don’t you?” Bruno countered, handing Narancia a glass of water and some medication.

It’s true, Narancia was feverish, and he wasn’t feeling his best, there was a perfectly good reason, and it had nothing to do with being sick. But Bruno had told Narancia that humans don’t go through what hucows go through, at least not as intensely. So Bruno had asked Narancia to be patient with y/n, and to help her into the herd. Narancia didn’t understand it all, but he trusted Bruno, and he loves y/n, so he takes his medicine and tries to be patient.

But he can’t wait forever.

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Dinner was good but uneventful, you carried a tray of food up to Narancia who ate it like a man starved and thanked you. After dinner, you helped the boys get situated into your guest bedroom, Bruno taking a chair and the rest sleeping on the floor, with all the pillows and blankets you could find. The bulls each thanked you, and conked out surprisingly easily. Well, you guess old blankets and pillows were still more comfortable than grassy fields and dirt.

You wished them all a goodnight, and made your way to your bedroom.

Ever since dinner, your body’s felt heavy and warm- you hoped you hadn’t caught Narancia’s fever. You tossed and turned in bed trying to fall asleep, but despite your body being so tired, you felt too… hot. Your cheeks burned,’Really, y/n? Now? The bulls are in the room across from yours…’but you just couldn’t sleep.

You turned over to your bedside alarm clock-11:30 pm-it had been a few hours since the boys had all gone to bed, and they had looked exhausted, too. Surely, they wouldn’t wake up so easily? After another deathly silent minute, searching for any possible sign the bulls were awake or could hear you, you made up your mind and threw off your covers. Pausing again and hearing nothing, you slowly pulled off your panties, shocked at how wet they were. What’s wrong with your body, why were you reacting like this? What would the others think if they saw you like this? Your mind protested, but your fingers had other ideas.

You pulled your night dress off, fondling your breasts and twisting your nipples. They had been so sore recently, and if you didn’t know better you would swear they felt larger than normal. Feeling a sudden wetness, you gasped. Why….

“It hurts”

Like a shot in the dark, Narancia’s voice rang out and pulled you out of your stupor. You sat up, trying to cover yourself up. “N-narancia, what-?!”

“It hurts, y/n; it hurts and I can’t wait anymore!” Narancia repeated, pleading for something but didn’t know what. He stumbled into your room, naked and,well-

He crawled onto your bed, climbing on top of you and grinding into your hips. Yes, just like you, he was incredibly aroused.

“N-naranica, please! Get a hold of yourself!” You pleaded with the bull, trying to pry him off of you. It was hard to get a grip on him, his skin was sweaty and he leaned into your touch instead of fighting it. Up close, you got a better look at Narancia’s face, and you could tell something was off with the bull. His eyes were unfocused, his face flushed red, and he couldn’t stop moaning into you. At first, you had thought it was his fever, but now, it seemed like his “illness” was something much more...animalistic.

“Oh, Narancia, you went and spoiled the surprise. You must have given y/n quite the fright.” Bruno chided. As if out of thin air, possibly during your struggle with Narancia, Bruno appeared, looming over the two of you with an eerie smile.

“Bruno, help me! Narancia, he, he-” You started, panicking while trying to keep a modicum of dignity.

“Why would I do that, bella? You seem to want this just as much as he does.” He replied, unwavered. You looked at him incredulously, and he reached under Narancia to pull your legs apart. With humiliating ease, he sunk a finger into you, and white hot pleasure rocked your core. You moaned, surprised and aroused, and earned a whine just as loud from Narancia, still thrusting into your hips.

“Bruno, stop, please!” You begged, trying to break away from Narancia and now Bruno.

“It’s perfectly natural, Bella, don’t be afraid. You’ve never met any other hucows besides us, have you?” Bruno pulled his finger out, and with the same hand, stroked your face, moving hair out of your eyes. Your eyes followed his hands, watering, and said, “W-...no?”

Bruno sat down on the bed, putting a hand on Narancia’s back that stopped him immediately, to your relief.

“For Hucows, when we reach adulthood, we start to have regular ruts, or in a heifer’s case, heats. Like many animals, we have a monthly cycle of intense carnal desires--our body's way of saying we’re at our most fertile. And it looks like your body has synched with Narancia.” Bruno explained, stroking your head, watching your eyes widen in shock,fear.

“This is ridiculous, I'm not a Hucow, I'm not like you!” You argued, pushing his hand away. This was becoming too much, these were not the bulls who’d wormed their way into your heart. Bruno had the gall to laugh, and your stomach sank with dread. In a flash, he grabbed your cheeks and cooed, “Really, y/n, there’s a difference in being coy and being oblivious. I mean look at you, haven’t you noticed your body changing? You’re soaking wet without being touched, your bodies hot to the touch, for god’s sake, you’re leaning into my hands” And to your absolute horror, as he pulled away his hand, your head followed. He was right.

Bruno grabbed your breasts, and you felt the familiar wetness from before, “Not only that, but haven’t you noticed your breasts? You’re producing milk.” As if by divine fate, the clouds decided to move out of the way of the moon, shining a light onto your breasts, and sure enough, you could see rivulets of milk leaking from your nipples. Tears fell from your eyes-shocked, confused, betrayed not just by your friends but your own body. Were you going crazy?

“Shhhhh, shhh It’s okay amore, it’s okay. You’re bodies just changing, it happens to every heifer your age. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, in fact it’s beautiful.” Bruno reassured you, stroking your breasts fondly, “Your body just wants to be bred, to be filled with our calves, isn’t that wonderful? Don’t worry, we’ll be good fathers, and you’ll be a wonderful mother!” Bruno’s breathing growing heavier, his eyes staring you down with a deranged intensity.

Narancia, not wanting to be left out, latched himself to one of your breasts, “I’ll be gentle, y/n, I promise! I know your heat must be painful, with no one to help you out. My ruts have been so painful too, without you. But that’s over now, yeah? We can finally be a proper herd, and raise lots of cute calves together.” He mumbled into your chest, as if stabbing you with his words directly into your heart.

“Poor bambina, I know you’re so confused, and scared- I remember my first rut. The other bulls and I, we won’t let you go through that same pain. We’ll take care of you, y/n, that’s what herds do.” Bruno rested his cheek on your head, planting the softest kiss to your forehead. You didn’t even have the strength to resist him.

At this point, you weren’t even surprised when you saw Abbachio, Fugo, and Mista come into your room.

“Just relax y/n; we’ll take care of you and Narancia. This time it’s you two in heat, but soon enough we’ll all sync up, that’s what happens normally in herds. Leave this to us” Bruno cooed to you, licking up tears you didn’t realize were falling.

“...Please take care of me…” You gave up, closing your eyes.

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The bulls had piled all the pillows and blankets they could gather onto your bedroom floor, so there was enough room for all of them to gather by your side. Narancia curled into your side, Bruno propping you up against his back, Abbacchio standing by the door( as if guarding it from being opened) , Mista sitting front row watching, and fugo awkwardly kneeling off to the side as if too embarrassed to look directly at you.

“Narancia, please hold her legs open, we need to prepare her before she can take us.” Bruno instructed, as if he was giving orders on farming or something else as mundane. Narancia was quick to follow, and spread your legs open despite your embarrassment.

You buried your face into Bruno’s chest.

“No Bella, don’t be shy. We love this part of you, we want to see you lost in pleasure,” Bruno reassured you, turning your head back to the other bulls. Narancia and the others stared at you with feverish intensity, Narancia groaned at the audible sound your cunt made as he parted your folds.

“Y/n, you’re so wet, have you been like this all day? Is it because of me?” Narancia asked, unable to look away. His fingers traced your lips delicately, as if he were afraid to break you, and gathered your slick onto his index finger.

“Don’t just gawk, idiot, make her feel good!” Mista chided, palming himself. At this point, all of you were naked, and you saw for the first time how the bulls...measured up. They had been naked when you had first met them, sure, but you hadn’t looked closely, and they hadn’t been quite as, well, excited. They were large, and animalistic not just in size but shape. Needless to say, you would need a lot of preparation if you were to take any of their cocks.

Just as impatient as Mista, Narancia plunged two fingers into your pussy, and you couldn’t contain the squeal you let out. It was sudden, and not an experienced hand, but his fingers felt like such a huge relief, you were starting to believe Bruno and wondering if you really were in heat.

“Jesus Christ y/n, I can feel you clenching on my hands! What should I do, Bruno? What’ll make her feel good?” Narancia gasped, he seemed to have trouble controlling his hands and body.

“Remember what I showed you before, and how we got you ready when you helped us with our heats?” Bruno reminded Narancia, leaving you to wonder what they’d done in the past before you.

Narancia’s Fingers Curled and massaged the front walls of your pussy, searching for your special spot. Based on the noises you were making, he was doing a good job of finding it. Bruno reached one of the hands he had wrapped around your waist down to your pussy, and lightly rubbed circles into your clit. You moaned again, bucking up into their hands. You were beyond losing control, you had lost it as well as any other thoughts of resisting. Your body was in ecstasy, Narancia and Bruno double teaming you was too much.

Suddenly, you felt another, unfamiliar hand toy with your breasts. You opened your eyes you hadn’t realized were closed, and saw Mista leaning over you, massaging you. As he squeezed them, some more milk squeezed out of your tender breasts; as mortifying as it was, it also gave you a small sense of relief? You weren’t sure whether it was arousal or merely a relief of your breast’s fullness, it felt much better than normally when you played with yourself.

“Holy shit, you really must be a heifer, your tits are full of milk!” Mista exclaimed, “Hey y’n, you wouldn’t mind if i had a drink would you? I'm awfully thirsty~” He snickered, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts.

You cried out wantonly, getting finger fucked and your tits sucked at the same time was bringing you close to the edge.

“P-please, I can’t!” You begged, not sure what you were begging for.

“Awww, begging for us? Our sweet little bambina, you don’t know how long I've been waiting for this day,” sighed Bruno, playing with your bud more and more intensely. “Narancia, why don't you try using your mouth, I think she’d like that. She’s so close.” Bruno suggested to the smaller bull, who nodded eagerly and lowered his face into your crotch.

You couldn't help yourself, you cried out and tried to close your legs as you felt Narancia nuzzle into you. “Wait, Narancia, it’s too much!”

“It’s okay, y/n, I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise!” Narancia murmbled, cheeks squeezed between your thighs- it’d be hilarious in any other situation. Narancia pried your legs open again, peppering them with kisses. Tentatively, he licked a stripe vertically up your pussy before sucking on your clit, moving Bruno’s hand away. He wrapped his tongue around your clit and massaged it, while you bucked and writhed underneath. You were begging incoherently, not sure what or who for, but the boys seemed to understand. Narancia slipped his wet fingers back into your pussy and kitten licked your bud; Mista played with your breasts in each hand while he sucked milk from you like it was a delicacy. Bruno turned your head to look at him-even upside down you could tell from his blissed out face he was enjoying himself as much as you were.

“Are you gonna come, Tesoro? Your expression is so indecent, you must be close.” Bruno teased you, sticking his fingers into your mouth before you could answer. But he was right, you were close. Narancia and Mista’s mouths were full, but their faces were as indecent as yours must have been, as they doubled down on your efforts. Your insides were quivering, your thighs wrapped around Narancia’s head again to pull him closer. Close, you were so close…

“Come for us, y/n, for the first of many times tonight,” Bruno all but commanded, so you complied. A wave of pleasure rolled over you, and Bruno’s fingers couldn’t contain your cries. Narancia ate you through it, his own moans vibrating onto your overstimulated pussy, and didn;t pull away until you pushed him with your hands. Mista laughed into your breasts, but the look in his eyes was hungry, preditorial.

“That was so fuckin’ hot, y/n, you moan like a porn star!” He joked, popping off of your abused nipples.

Narancia pulled away too, with wet eyes, “Y/n,that was wonderful, I'm glad I could make you come, but please…” He tugged one of your hands onto his hard throbbing cock. It twitched in your hands; you could tell he’d been restraining himself. You slowly, against your better judgement, stroked the up his shaft, tracing a pulsing vein along the underside. Narancia cried in relief, bucking into your hand grinning wildly.

“So goooood, you’re hand’s so soft, way softer than mine. It's so small…” Moaned Narancia, giggling as he held your hand in his own larger one to show you how to properly touch him.

“Y/n, I think it’s time now, don’t you?” Bruno asked you, loud enough for Narancia to hear. “Narancia made you feel so good just now, and he’s been so patient for you. Won’t you help him feel good too?”

You were nervous, to be honest-you’d never been with anyone,or even used a toy their size. And Narancia was the smallest of the group. But your orgasm hadn’t cleared your mind at all-if anything you were even more horny. If you had been in a better state of mind, maybe you could have realized how they were manipulating you and said no. But…

You pulled Narancia up to your face and kissed him for the first time that night. Narancia early reciprocated, pulling you as close to him as possible. He took it as an invitation to grab his dick in one hand, slobber it up with remnants of his spit and our cum, and sink his cock inside of your wet hot pussy.

You both simultaneously cried out but for different reasons as the head entered you, Narancia’s tip stretching you to your limits. Narancia tried to go further in, but sensing your discomfort, Bruno grabbed Narancia’s hips and held them from moving any further. Narancia cursed, trying to fight out of Bruno’s hold, clearly not in his right mind. But Bruno Wouldn’t budge.

“Wait Narancia, or you’ll hurt her.” Bruno commanded, not backing down. For once this night, you were thankful for Bruno’s involvement.

Reluctantly, Narancia slowly pushed further and further inside of you, tears streaming down his face and moaning like, well, like he was in heat.

“It’s heaven...y/n is like heaven inside!” Narancia cried, a blissful smile on his face. You wished you could say the same as you were stretched to your limits, nails digging into Narancia’s arms.

“It’s too big! Narancia, you're too big for me!” You pleaded, trying to relax your muscles and allow yourself to be stretched.

“Fuck yeah I am! My big cock’s doing this to you, right? I’ve made you come from feeling so good, right?? I’m gonna make you come lots more, so many more times y/n! I’m gonna make you come on my dick and get pregnant! Take it, take it y/n!” Narancia snarled, finally starting to thrust properly.

He was so happy his rut came first, that he was able to fuck you before the others and stake his claim early. Sure, having to wait sucked, but this was definitely worth it. Since Narancia’s libido could no longer be contained, Bruno decided the next best thing would be to help you enjoy yourself more. He bit the shell of your ear, massaging your clit between his fingers.

“What a good girl you are for us, Bambina, letting Narancia fuck your little pussy with his big bull cock. I bet you've never been so full in your life, huh? We’re gonna keep you nice and stuffed too, all of us will. I can’t wait to see how even more beautiful you’ll look, satisfied by all of our dicks. We’re gonna make you feel so good, bambina, you’ll go crazy~” Bruno moaned into your ear.

It alarmed and aroused you at the same time, which didn’t go unnoticed by Narancia.

He picked up the pace, and you started to move with him, getting into the feeling. Against your better judgement, you looked up to see what the others were doing while you were getting railed by Narancia.

Abbachio was leaning against the doorframe, stroking his cock as he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust. When he saw you were looking at him, he smirked but said nothing. His eyes were intense, staring at you unwaveringly. The only way you could tell he was affected at all (aside from jerking off) was a light blush that trailed from his cheeks down to his chest, breathing heavily.

Fugo looked like he was trying to hide the fact he was so turned on, face flushed and glancing back and forth from you to the floor. He gingerly palmed himself in between his legs, trying to cover it up from you. His tail was swishing in anticipation, and he bit his lip to keep himself from making any noises. Mista, on the other hand, was manspreading on the floor, eagerly watching and wolf whistling at the show. Clearly, he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you were getting the daylights fucked out of you by Narancia, and happy to give you a look at himself masterbaiting.

“Like what ya see, sweetcheeks? I’d be happy to let you touch it too~” He flirted, winking at you.

“Wait your turn.” Bruno told him, before Narancia or you had the chance to react.

The pleasure in your was building up again, slowly but surely, as Narancia’s prick massaged your aching walls. Narancia was getting more and more desperate as well.

“Fuck, y/n, i don’t know how much longer I can last, you feel too good! Are you close? Please say you’re close!” Narancia begged, just as he hit your g-spot directly. You cried out loudly and clenched down, unable to help yourself, to the bull’s joy.

“Oooh, I felt that y/n, you like it when I hit ‘here’ right?” He teased, fucking you harder and focusing on your sweet spot. You nodded, unable to form the right words, but Narancia understood regardless. You clung to him now, it seemed like the two of you were the only ones in the room, as you cried out from each thrust inside of you and on your clit. You wouldn’t be long now, and Narancia was right behind you.

“Y/n, I love you. I love you so much, so fucking much it hurts. I’m about to come in the girl I love so much and make her pregnant, fuck, I can��t wait! Please take it-take it take it take it!!!” Narancia felt too good inside of you to hold on anymore, he’d been so good for you. He came and true to his word, filled you to the brim with his hot sticky cum. It felt too good to hold out yourself, and you came on his cock with a sharp gasp and locked your legs around his waist. He shivers, and has enough in him to gush just a little more into your abused hole.

“Thank you so much, y/n...that was so wonderful,”Narancia mumbled into your cheek, kissing you gently. He collapsed onto you, and you couldn’t help but pat his head sympathetically-that was quite the workout, after all. Narancia cuddled into you, peppering you with kisses he was too shy to give you before.

You were too tired to resist their affections any more, too tired to move, too tired period. You were ready to finally fall to sleep, when you heard Bruno’s voice call out to you.

“That was wonderful to watch, y/n. I’m very happy you’ve finally accepted us. But, don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” You cracked an eye open, reality settling in. Standing over you were the other bulls, all hard and looking very impatient.

“Hey, you’re not gonna leave us hanging, are you bella?”Mista teased you.

“You’re crazy if you think we’re gonna let you go after just one round,” Abbacchio replied deadpan.

“It’s just not Narancia, we, I need you too y/n!” Fugo ordered (pleaded with) you.

Bruno stroked your hair again, licking away new tears from your cheeks.

“We’re famiglia, y/n, we always do things together. You wouldn’t want us to feel left out, would you?” Bruno asked you. You could feel his desire poking into your back.

“Hey, I'm not done yet! Y/n, don’t pass out on me yet!” Narancia complained, weakly thrusting into you again. You moaned, unable to form any protest.

This was going to be a long night.

#not sfw #n/s/f/w #sluttbuttsstuff #hucow!au #yandere #yandere!bruno #bruno #abbacchio #fugo #mista #narancia #reader #readerxnarancia #readerxbruno #i don't think i can really tag shipping for the others #yet #mwahahaha #fic

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This Story Took Me Three Years!

May 10 1779 Wednesday

May 11 1779 Thursday

Today I went to headquarters, when I got in Ms. Washington was cooking “good morning Abby! How about you eat with us today, we have a new guest!”

May 19 1779 Wednesday

May 20 1779 Thursday

I came to headquarters again cause Mrs Washington invited me for tea,

May 23 1779 Sunday

May 24 1779 Monday

May 30 1779 Friday

What is it like in France: well it's nothing like America

Do you have a family: sadly my mom and dad died before i was 13

Are you married: yes

Do you have kids: yes

Do you have more pets: yes lots more but all of them are back in France

Do you know Mr and Mrs Washington: Yes Mr. Washington is my commanding officer, and Mrs. Washington helped take care of me when i was sick

June 1779 Monday

June 10 1779 Wednesday

June 11 1779 Thursday

1: lafayette was on a boat for 2 months and then hiked through snow

2: he got a terrible cold

3: and know he just lost his oldest daughter

Can things get any worse for him?

July 12 1779 Tuesday

July 13 1779 Wednesday

January 1 1779 Thursday

Lafayette has been riding back and forth from Washington’s camp and whenever he returns he looks stressed. I haven’t been able to see him a lot but he smiles whenever he sees me.

January 21779 Friday

Oh diary i am writing while crying tis why there are wet spots on these pages I can’t write about it know

July 16 1780 Saturday

Ok, diary time to write about last night.

January 17 1778 Sunday

January 18 1778 Monday

I don't want you to grief for i do not believe this doctor and i will live until i am back with you adieu my dear adieu oh diary i wish i had a husband like that

January 19 1778 Tuesday

1: “well either he was sad and grieving and just disappeared into himself i did that when David died”

2: “ he's too sick to talk and his in need of very serious care and help”

January 20 1778 Wednesday

January 21 1778 Thursday

January 30 1780 Wednesday

February 2 1780 Saturday

February 10, 1780 Sunday

Upon arriving at Fishkill, I was greeted by Mrs. Washington herself, her face etched with worry. Without wasting a moment, she led me inside the grand estate, where Lafayette lay feverish and weak.

Taking a deep breath, I approached Lafayette's bedside, my hands trembling with apprehension. He stirred at the sound of my footsteps, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Abby..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

I took his hand in mine, feeling the heat radiating from his fevered skin. "I'm here, Lafayette," I said softly, willing my voice to remain steady despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me.

February 15, 1780 Friday

February 25, 1780 Monday

I found myself drawn to Lafayette's unwavering optimism and boundless enthusiasm. In his company, I felt a sense of purpose and belonging, as if I were part of something greater than myself.

And as spring approached, casting its golden glow over the rolling hills of Fishkill, I knew that a new chapter was beginning—one filled with promise and possibility.

For Lafayette and I, the journey was far from over. But with courage in our hearts and hope in our souls, we faced the future together, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.

And as we stood side by side, gazing out at the horizon, I knew that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we had each other, we could overcome anything.

March 3rd, 1780 Saturday

A shadow hangs over the estate—a shadow casted by the specter of illness that once again gripped Lafayette.

In those quiet moments by his bedside, I prayed for a miracle—a glimmer of hope to pierce the darkness that threatened to consume us. And miraculously, it came.

As Lafayette's health improved, so too did the mood at Fishkill. The once somber atmosphere gave way to a sense of cautious optimism, as we dared to hope for a brighter future.

And though Lafayette's recovery would be slow and arduous, we knew that with time and care, he would emerge from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

April 20, 1780 Saturday

Despite the budding beauty of the season, a sense of tension hung heavy in the air—a tension born of the ever-present threat of danger that lurked just beyond the horizon.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word from Lafayette. Each passing day brought with it a sense of mounting dread, as we waited anxiously for news of his fate.

Lafayette had sustained multiple gunshot wounds, each one more serious than the last. His condition was critical, his very life hanging in the balance as we fought tirelessly to keep him alive.

And yet, even in his darkest hour, Lafayette refused to give up hope. With each passing day, he fought bravely against the odds, his unwavering courage a testament to the indomitable human spirit.

And as we watched him slowly regain his strength, we knew that though the scars of battle would always remain, they served as a reminder of Lafayette's bravery and sacrifice in the fight for freedom.

August 10, 1780 Sunday

March 28th, 1780 Saturday

Then, one fateful day, news arrived that the war had come to an end. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived—the dream of independence had become a reality.

#marquis de lafayette #fanfiction #Hamilton #OC #3 Years #Seriously please read

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