#golden core fix

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Alternative form of 'Hitting Wangxian with a Catboyification beam'

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💙 Caught in 4k by KizuKatana

🔒💙 Caught in 4k

by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)

E, Series, WIP, 184k, Wangxian

Summary: A night-hunt goes wrong, and Wei Wuxian is scapegoated for the death of the Jiang Sect Leader and the destroyed core of the Jiang Sect Heir. As punishment, his core is taken and given to Jiang Cheng, and he is stripped of his cultivation credentials and expelled from the sect. What everyone forgot was that Wei Wuxian was wearing the standard issue body camera that each cultivator wore on training missions and high-risk night-hunts. Struggling to make ends meet, Wei Wuxian finds his way to Caiyi Town with the doctor who performed the surgery, a partial core still secretly in place. His application to work at Cloud Recesses is summarily rejected by the hard-edged Second Jade of Lan after an unfortunate initial encounter. But things change when someone hacks into the Jiang systems and releases the footage of what happened. Kay's comments: The series is still a WIP, but the main story is complete! I am so weak for Kizu's modern AUs with cultivation, they are great. Especially the world building and how the cultivation society might function in a modern AU shines in this story. Definitely not a story for fans of the Jiang family, but a story for everyone who wants to see some retribution for the things Wei Wuxian went through. Here, Jiang Fengmian dies during a night-hunt accident where Jiang Cheng's golden core gets destroyed and Madam Yu makes Wei Wuxian give his golden core to him, unfortunately for her, his body-cam is still filming everything. Wei Wuxian finds himself taken in by Wen Qing and her family and we get the sweetest found family and Dadxian vibes here and then meets Lan Wangji as well, who's highly judgemental at first but soon finds himself drawn to Wei Wuxian as well. This story really got it all, the drama, the horny, the softness, the restitution & humor. Excerpt: Still Wei Wuxian forced himself to at least try one last time. “You could also interview me. Have me talk to your best talisman experts,” Wei Wuxian said, forcing himself to keep the desperation out of his voice. “Interviews are scheduled based on receipt of proper credentials and references.” “I don’t have any, at least not right now. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be a great teacher.” “No references, no interview.” “Come on. Look, ask me anything about talismans. You’re an experienced cultivator, right? So you must know enough to at least interview me to see if I know what I’m talking about.” “Simply ‘knowing about something’ is not sufficient. Our lecturers are renown cultivators, and masters in their fields. No references, no interview.” Wei Wuxian felt frustration well up in him, especially at the reminder that Lan Wangji didn’t see him as a cultivator. No one would, in his current condition. Why would they? He didn’t have a functional core, which was the main scale against which all cultivation efforts were measured. He thought he had done a good job of not getting his hopes up about the teaching position, but the suffocating feeling constricting his chest was calling him out for being a liar. He should have known better. Why did he never learn? Some people had luck on their said, but Wei Wuxian had never been one of them. “Right. Of course. Because it would be impossible for someone who wasn’t born to the fucking clan nobility to ever actually be good at something, and the cost of taking the mastery test makes sure that other people can’t do it!” Lan Wangji’s lips parted slightly, like he might say something, but his expression was as opaque and emotionless as before. Wei Wuxian didn’t need to sit around and listen to him defend the clan system. “Good to know that the Lan are just the same as all the other sects,” Wei Wuxian continued, his lips twisting into a sarcastic smile. “Thanks for making that clear.”

pov alternating, modern setting, modern with magic, yu ziyuan being an asshole, dysfunctional jiang family, jiang family bashing, canon divergence, golden core reveal, burial mounds ensemble as family, golden core transfer, golden core transfer fix-it, top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian, dual cultivation, strangers to lovers, misunderstandings, meet ugly, families of choice, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort

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[wangxianficfinder]

Golden Core Reveal / Golden Core Fix-It

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brave enough to breathe by Sour_Idealist (M, 10k, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Fix-It, Golden Core Transfer, canon-typical family dysfunction, Torture, secondary character death, Canonical Character Death)

The Grand Master of Daemonic Cultivation by FayJay (G, 3k, WangXian, daemon au)

a bow for the bad decisions by curiositykilled (T, 154k, Yunmeng Siblings, WangXian, ChengQing, Angst with a Happy Ending, eventually, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Except WWX, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Canon Divergence, POV WWX, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Canon Temporary Character Death, Heavy Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Body Horror, nmj still dies (sorry))

we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign)

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

Drowning in the Sun by Zelos (T, 8k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Transfer, Brotherly Love, Sunshot Campaign, Family Dynamics, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, [Podfic] Drowning in the Sun by flamingwell)

they who refuse to be blessed by sysrae (E, 7k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Golden Core Reveal, Developing Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Confessions, Sharing a Bed)

Talking is Better than Silence by KuroiWrites (blackcatkuroi) (T, 202k, WIP, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Maybe a bit much of both but who cares, What-If, Canon Divergence, Resentful Energy is a Thing, Musical Cultivation gets Center Stage, Soulmates, Cultivation Healing is Expanded, lore Lore Creation, Any Rated E for Extra Sexy scenes posted as separate CODA chapters) Technically a fix it since they meld and share a core

these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, ...eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign)

my life's journey is far from over by thelastdboy (E, 148k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Madam Lán Lives, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, Post-Sunshot Campaign, POV WWX, Slow Burn, YLLZ WWX, Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Lives, Mental Health Issues, References to Depression, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Single Parent WWX, Selectively Mute LWJ, Eventual Smut, Light Dom/sub)

🧡 but his smile never dimmed by Stratisphyre (G, 9k, LQR & WWX, Modern AU, Modern with Magic, College/University, WWX's canonical self-worth issues, Reasonable Authority Figure LQR, depiction of panic attacks, no plot only feelings, Parenthood, JFM's A+ parenting)

nothing gold can stay by rikke (M, 10k, WangXian)

🧡 a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 179k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage)

decay by antebunny (G, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort)

Caught Between Sun and Shadows by Alliandra (E, 71k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, grapshic depictions of violence, sunshot campaign, arranged marriage, YLLZ WWX, pining, battle husbands, versatile wangxian, falling in love, resentacles, sex pollen, fuck or die, golden core reveal, politics, hurt/comfort)

The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, possessive LWJ, oblivious WWX, fluff, romance, golden core reveal, golden core fix-it)

Yiling Patriarch's Guide on How Not to Communicate With Your Loved Ones by b00mgh (Not rated, 4k, wangxian, JC & WWX, golden core reveal, hurt/comfort, hurt WWX, Done (tm) WQ)

the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, modern cultivation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Sort Of, Getting Together, Confessions)

If I don’t make it back from where I’ve gone just know— by curiositea (T, 6k, WangXian, WWX & WQ, Canon Divergence, Multiple Pov, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, YL WWX, yllz!wwx-typical horror imagery, LSZ Best Boy, Major Injury,   Medical Procedure, implied golden core reveal)

the world passes by but for me there is only you by beeswaxing (E, 82k, wangxian, canon divergence, Fix-it of sorts, accidental marriage, love confessions, first times, smut, everyone lives au, golden core reveal)

in defense of lightning  by fruitys (E, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Golden Core Reveal, Getting Together, First Time, Dual Cultivation)

Of Curses and Cottontails by Alliandra (T, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement days, curses, animal transformation, rabbit LWJ, angry bunji, fluff & humor, fix-it, golden core reveal)

Lan Wangji's Prank by shiroakuma (E, 23k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, everyone lives au, pining, golden core reveal, YLLZ WWX, first kiss, first time, love confessions, wangxian get happy ending)

Truths Laid Bare For All by Preludian_Staves (T, 38k, wangxian, arranged marriage, not Jiang friendly, truth serum, love confessions, golden core reveal, implied referenced abuse, getting to know each other, genius WWX, falling in love, courting, WIP)

💖 Gently Haunted by LusBeatha (T, 19k, wangxian, LWJ & LXC, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, major character death, sentient burial mounds, autistic LWJ, shutdowns, ghost wangxian, getting together, ghost marriage, grief/mourning, golden core reveal, happy ending)

❤️ start getting real by azurewaxwing (T, 21k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Reality TV, POV Outsider, Golden Core Reveal, (sort of), Appropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Silencing Spell, Getting Together)

my hand in yours by andreanna (E, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, golden core reveal, canon-typical violence, wound healing, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, bottom LWJ, healing sex, illustrated, angst w/ happy ending)

The Next Right Thing by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (G, 15k, wangxian, post-sunshot, angst w/ happy ending, YLLZ WWX, golden core reveal, hurt/comfort, supportive LXC, angsry JC, protective LXC, protective LWJ, LXC pov, everyone lives au, fix-it)

Claiming Life from Death by MarbleGlove (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement survives, pining WWX, rumors, past rape/non-con, light bondage, YLLZ WWX, golden core reveal)

nothing you confess by PorcupineGirl (T, 31k, wangxian, soulmates au, soulmate-identifying marks, golden core reveal, depressed WWX, WWX has PTSD, LWJ & JC in friendly terms, hurt/comfort, recovery)

💖 The Path by Seastar98 (Not rated, 279k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, fix-it of sorts, CQL verse, golden core reveal, angst w/ happy ending, BAMF NHS)

No Strings Attached by stiltonbasket (G, 3k, wangxian, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LXC/NMJ, fix-it, good uncle LQR, politics, genius WWX, smitten LWJ, golden core reveal)

could you find a way to let me down slowly, if you’re leaving baby let me down slowly by ravenditefairylights (M, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Implied/Referenced Sex, Miscommunication, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Hurt WWX, Mutual Pining, Unreliable Narrator, Self-Esteem Issues, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Protective Siblings, Trauma, Slightly dubious consent, courtesy of drunk sex, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Phoenix Mountain, Chronic Pain, Getting Together, Fix-It of Sorts, One Braincell Trio, PTSD)

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool (T, 10k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Poison, Golden Core Reveal, Sharing a Bed, Hair Brushing, very very background 3zun, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD, WWX’s terrible self-esteem)

💖 Minding series by WithBroomBefore (G, 85k, wangxian, canon divergence, what if WWX got therapy and recovery post-sunshot, trans LWJ, fix-it, golden core reveal, angst w/ happy ending, misgendering, family)

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by sunsandships (M, 41k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, mutual pining, happy ending, golden core reveal, Mojo’s post)

Sick Bed Reserved In Gusu Lan by scifigeek14 (T, 14k, wangxian, canon divergence, sick fic, hurt/comfort, healing, illnesses, fever, fix-it, golden core reveal, happy ending)

Diverge by WithBroomBefore (T, 13k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it of sorts, angst w/ happy ending, first kiss, golden core reveal, LWJ pov, established relationship, sick fic, LWJ stays at burial mounds, everyone lives au)

Standing Engagement by x_los (M, 18k, wangxian, canon divergence, misunderstandings, accidental engagement, sunshot campaign, golden core reveal, accidental relationship, everyone lives au)

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, canon divergence, fix-it, golden core reveal, everyone lives au, WWX goes to Gusu, pining)

Life by scifigeek14 (T, 66k, wangxian, shotgun wedding, canon divergence, not everyone dies au, angst w/ happy ending, devotion, feelings realization, family feels, politics, golden core reveal, grief/mourning, established relationship)

💖 so full of love i could barely eat by cicer (E, 40k, wangxian, ABO, canon divergence, breastfeeding, lactation kink, golden core reveal, fix-it, bottom LWJ)

The most dangerous thing is to love by KatAnni (E, 113k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, WWX & WQ, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, golden core reveal, fix it, everyone lives au, angst w/ happy ending, hurt WWX, found family, implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced cannibalism, PTSD, golden core transfer Fix-It, major character injury, WWX has a new golden core, asexual JC, whump, marriage proposal, wedding night)

the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 82k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)

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

🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 115k, WIP, WangXian, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect, Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ)

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[gonguji]

I'm having lots of new brainworms lately thinking of verses for kabukimono, as well as figuring out a changed version of the story to serve as a base :3c

[truly-morgan]

[Soulmate AU, post golden core melting]

RuoCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Soulmate AU, based on RialAstral idea 08-04-2021

[#ruocheng – soulmate, based on RialAstral tweet] 

Where JC gets his golden core destroyed and upon being whipped by wc his robe comes undone a bit, revealing his chest. Wzl is the one to stop the action, blocking barehanded the whip. “what are you doing?” comes from an annoyed and angry wc. 

“the soulmate mark… looks familiar” wzl replies before hesitantly parting the robe a bit more, only to feel freeze immediately. 

Nearly all cultivators and soldiers close to wrh knew what the soulmate mark reminded them of: their leader's one. A pretty looking lotus with fire. 

Wc immediately pales at the revelation, feeling sick to his stomach. This was really /bad/ news. Every soldier present started feeling nervous: they had just been torturing their leader /soulmate/. They were all as good as dead. 

Wzl is the first one to react, quickly gathering jc who was in a really bad state, pulling a robe he had asked for from one of the soldiers, ready to carry him. 

He needed to save the young man or it was a sure dead, and with an anxious and annoying wc at his side, he rode his sword to wq. She was the closest and one of their best healer, she should be able to help. 

Of course, wq doesn’t like the situation he's bringing, but she figured it could give her more good points to save her family, so she helped. Plus, she did not want to know what would happen if it was known she refused to save wrh soulmate, she'd be in as much trouble as wc and the others. She makes sure to ask wzl to mention what she did to wrh. 

Wzl really wanted to get jc to wrh as quickly as possible, because he knew the man most likely /already knew/ something had happened. A big part of it being /his own/ fault. So he ignored wc usual whining. 

Taking jc to their leader was a truly nerve-wracking task, even more since jc was still unconscious. He explained the situation, shutting wc up when he wanted to talk. 

Wrh was truly /too/ calm, commanding for jc to be taken to his room and asking for a healer to look over him again to make sure his state would stay stable at least. 

“I assume you know I cannot accept such a situation" the man calmly stated, wzl answering he knew. Yet wrh didn't add more immediately. Wzl /was/ a useful tool, he couldn't just throw him away so easily. And he felt like being a bit fairer on the behalf that he now knew who his soulmate was (which was good news), wzl obviously did /not/ know jc was his soulmate or he wouldn't have let such a thing happen. He was present only as wc bodyguard, he did not initiate anything and even rushed him to wq. 

“you will be punished as I see fit” he said while standing up, wc getting agitated yet he didn't receive anything from his father and for once he didn't dare push his luck. Wrh wouldn't do anything /himself/ to his son, he still needed to follow some expectations, but he was far from satisfied with what his son had caused. 

When he gets to his room jc is still unconscious, healer finishing their checkup, telling him what they noticed and what he should be expecting for the time being. “He needs a lot of rest, the body has been wounded a lot and losing one golden core isn’t something easy on the body... as for the mental, I think someone should keep an eye on him, this is a lot to take in for his young age”. 

Losing his family and losing his golden core had to be something really big for someone as young as jc to take. He had probably never lost anything the way he did in the past day. When everything is done he dismisses everyone, simply taking a seat next to the jiang heir, watching over him. He wants to see the soulmate mark for himself, although he doubts wzl would lie to him, nor what he felt would have lied to him. Yet he did not, supposing there would be bandages, but also not wanting for the young man to be more upset if he were to wake up. 

And when he wakes up jc is upset, because it doesn't take long for him to remember what happened, the sight of his parents, the feeling of losing his core, the feeling of being whipped. He wakes up only to have his body hurting and aching just to top over all the emotional pain. 

And the cherry on top he's at /Nightless City/. He can recognise some of the architecture from previous visits. Why is he here? 

Soon wrh and healers are joining him again and he couldn't be more on guard despite how tired and weak he feels, alert to whatever wrh had in store for him. He won't go down without a fight. 

Wrh is the one to explain the situation, how they are soulmates (which jc doesn't believe until the man strips his upper body enough to show him his own mark), that what wc did was not under his command (or approval) and that he wishes for jc to stay here “at least for the time to heal correctly and get back on your feet" (but they all know wrh meant forever). 

Jc is given his own room and mourning clothes so he can mourn his parents properly (with the promise that their bodies were being preserved so he can bury them properly too under ymj traditions). He has to keep himself from breaking down crying when he is brought his mother's crown and both parents' silver bells (though he does cry himself to sleep holding these bells close to himself that same night).

He is being reassured that no wen is left at lotus pier and that no one is chasing after the remaining ymj disciple. This sounds reassuring for once, also giving him the relief that his sister and wwx are safe in that regard. He wonders where these two went, hoping llj could take them in. 

He doesn’t like that wzl is the one assigned for his security. The man would normally be rather honoured that the sect leader was trusting enough of him to let him protect his soulmate, but he knew that jc wanted him nowhere near him. Yet wrh trusted him, he knew he would do his job correctly. So he was mostly staying out of jc eyesight, only close enough to make sure everything was fine. They were at NC anyway, no one would dare do anything to jc, not when it meant wrh would surely punish them heavily. 

Plus jc seems good to defend himself despite his recovering health. If anyone approaches him without his permission everyone can hear the crackling of zidian at his side, a sharp warning that if anyone takes a step closer, he /will/ use it. 

He usually passes all day alone in his room or wandering around a bit (wzl always at a wall corner just to make sure he won’t get lost or get in trouble). He’s slowly planning on getting his revenge because wrh being his soulmate won’t stop him from wanting to avenge his parents for what wc caused. He even tries to snoop around to find out who exactly was at lp that day, yet he only meets dead ends, it is as if all those cultivators already disappeared.

Honestly, the only ones left are wlj and wc. One of which avoids him like the pest, as if crossing his path would be deadly (good call) while the other is still missing. Up until one day wrh tells him he has something to show him. He follows still on guard (because maybe it’s a trap, even if the man didn’t do anything in the three weeks he was there). He is led to a  dungeon, he hesitates, yet upon hearing familiar voices arguing inside he finally gets in. Wrh is already sitting in a corner, some tea sitting on a small table. Wzl closes the door behind them, putting a silencing talisman on it. 

He won't lie that it is pretty good to have her and wc delivered on a plate, but he still doesn't get it. He turns towards wrh with a confused look, the ma giving him a small smile. “I believe you were looking for revenge, I found the people you were looking for". 

This only made jc stand there dumbstruck. Was wrh really letting him take revenge this easily? On his own son? Was this some kind of trick? Yet he couldn't see anything that showed it was some kind of trap. 

He was really giving him this. 

“Nothing that happens here will leave these walls, you can do whatever you want” added the sect leader. This made something in him come loose, only fuelled by the swearing of wlj, even daring to be arrogant in such a moment. This fire in her seemed to die down when zidian started crackling before fully forming in his hand. Jc would probably not have recognised himself if he were to look at the scene, lashing out all of his rage and pain at the woman who had caused the fall of his parents and dared try to disrespect yzy. Arrogance quickly changed for plead, yet not even wc was ready to save her because he /knew/ jc was harbouring as much hate for him, yet he still hoped his father would /do something/. 

Jc only stopped when it was pretty clear wlj would /never/ cause any problem in the future, his eyes sharply finding wc as he was breathing heavily from all the action, his arms feeling rather sore now. 

This is when wrh stopped drinking his tea calmly, and stood up, it caught both young man attention. Wc seemed hopeful that he would be helped, yet all he saw was his father walking to the door. Jc wasn’t sure if he should take it as “I do not wish to see my son tortured” or “If I do not see it without doing anything I cannot be blamed for it”, but decided it wasn’t bad if the man wasn’t stopping him from doing whatever he wanted. 

“Seems like you do have to pay for what you did, should have thought about it before doing it, dad cannot save you all the time” commented jc. And the whole game restarted, just as badly as before. 

Wc cocky and arrogant façade quickly breaks apart and soon he is begging for wzl to do something, but quickly realises that the man won’t respond to his command anymore. 

Jc ended up stopping after a while, breath heaving as he looked down at wx who was trying to crawl back to a corner. Wrecking wlj appearance and beauty had been a good choice, it was probably the best asset she had, her cultivation was most likely not that great. 

But wc was different. He was aiming to be a powerful cultivator, at least he supposed so, and he knew a way to take his sweet revenge in a way that would be even better. An eye for an eye. 

“Wen Zhuliu, you want to be useful and show me you can do what Sect leader Wen asked you to do?” he asked, immediately receiving an affirmative response from the man who had been standing to the side since the beginning. “Why not melt his core, so he can have a taste of how it feels” he said, not as a question, “Make it as slow and painful as you can” he then added. 

More begging from wc came after this as the man step forward to follow the new instruction, trying to bribe him. But nothing would do, the man was too loyal to wrh to go against his orders, which were to follow what his soulmate asked him to do. 

“How long do you think he would survive outside like this?” asked jc after wzl came back to his side (at a safe distance so as not to anger him, now was not the time to piss him off). “wc does not have many allies outside of the Qishan Wen clan, but he has many enemies due to years of picking a fight with other” he points out, “with these injuries and no golden core... not very long”. 

This sounded rather right. Not many would be ready to help him out, and if he wanted to counterattack attack he basically had wrh behind him (at least seemingly for now) and he was now down to his level. 

“Do you think I would stay silent? What do you think people will say if I tell them the ymj heir had killed and tortured someone and commanded for the other to have his core destroyed? Your reputation would be finished” wc said, clearly planning on ruining his reputation. 

“I hate to admit you have a point” admitted Jc “I suppose you cannot get out of this room alive then” he added, wc expression dropping quickly. This time he didn’t take as much time as before, finishing off wc rather quickly because he was getting tired of his provocation. 

He knew the satisfaction of his action would slowly fade away later and leave him with disgust for what he did, but right now he felt pleased. It wouldn’t bring back his parent and the disciple that had been killed, but it made him feel like at least now everything had been repaid. 

“I will work on disposing of everything,” wzl said as jc stood there without doing anything anymore, only slowly calming down. Jc simply nodded, before leaving the room. 

He wanted to get back to his room and stay alone right now, he needed to get down from the high of what he had just done. But of course, he couldn’t have this, a servant approaching him hesitantly. “A bath as been prepared for you in case you wish for one”. This made jc a bit confused, only to realise who might have asked for this. He accepted, thinking a warm bath would be good, following the servant. He was relieved to finally be alone, shaky and sore hands taking off his robes, he washed himself from the possible blood on him before sinking deep into the warm water.

He wasn’t sure what he would do now that his revenge on those that had caused all this was done. He could think about it after his bath, now he simply wanted to be empty-headed.

The days after were both tense and a bit numb, once he had come down from the energy taken for his revenge. He wasn't sure how to act around wrh, although he did accept to be a bit more around him when he was the one suggesting some tea, idle talk or just sitting in silence if this was what jc preferred. Jc had the impression the man was trying to make him used to him, which was probably normal seeing that they were soulmates. 

He was rather troubled with how... careful he was and how he was making sure jc was healing correctly and feeling as much at home as he could feel here. It was all going against what he had seen and heard of the man before. Where was the man who thought he was superior to everyone, who could get easily angry over the smallest thing and even borderline sadistic at time? He did find back this man when someone messed something up, punishing them for it. Then jc realised: he was like this only to him. This realisation made him feel a bit weird, unsure what he was feeling about that. 

Soon he was doing good enough for him to do more than just sit around and wait for time to pass and he was given the right to train at any time he wanted on the training ground. He couldn’t really find anyone who would fight him, which did annoy him. He may be coreless, but he wasn’t defenceless either. Wrh was the one to suggest training with him, clearly restraining himself so he wouldn’t overpower jc, but he let it go, at least he was training again. 

This was more time passing around wrh and more time getting used to him. But he also needed to get used to something else: having full attention on him and being praised when he did good. The first time it had hit him hard in the chest, looking clearly surprised to be praised like this when he was still /so weak/ compared to a normal cultivator (could he even still call himself that?). 

Yet the way wrh would praise him always sounded genuine, as if he actually saw something good in whatever he was doing. This made him feel warm despite how he still didn’t feel like trusting the man. He didn’t want to allow himself to trust him, the man would probably pull something on him, he couldn’t get this idea-

out of his head. 

But maybe he could still allow himself to be praised a little bit, the warm and new feeling felt nice. 

The first time he got out of NC was when wrh suggested he comes with him to a sect conference. He didn’t say it clearly, but some of his words implied “it would be good for the heir of ymj to attend them”. He was now doing well enough, sitting in these conferences shouldn’t be too hard, especially since he would mostly just accompany him. 

Going to KT was his first reappearance into the cultivation world and gossip must have travelled quickly when they arrived, because he was soon reunited with his sister. He allowed himself to hug her for a moment longer than needed, feeling like he /needed/ this familiar feeling, something he had missed in the past weeks he had been at NC. It felt like forever since he had allowed someone so close to him, and even touch him this much other than for health matters. 

Jzx simply settled for a more polite greeting when jyl decided to let go of him. He deduced alone that llj had taken her under their roof, which was reassuring, although he sure hopes this peacock was taking good care of his sister. They talked a bit, learning that wwx was apparently out to try and find him, despite wrh having sent a message that he was safe (they apparently did not trust the man that much). He also learned that the remaining disciple had gone back to LP, where they had started to do some cleaning a repairs, only waiting for him to maybe step back in and take his role as a sect leader. 

This made him glance back at wrh, who seemed indifferent to this idea. Would it really be alright of he decided to lift up ymj again? Although he wondered how he would do that without his core (but he threw this to the back of his mind). 

She did wonder why he was staying at NC, clearly looking over the wen robes he had been led to come here, changing out of his white robes probably for the first time in weeks. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her he was his soulmate; he was still trying to process that fully. Wrh seem to accept him not wanting to say now, as he simply said he was taking care of the mess his son had caused. Jc did not miss the doubtful look jzx gave the man, but it seemed enough for jyl who preferred believing his brother was doing good. 

There was an awkward moment when jzx asked about rooms, as they didn’t know wrh would bring someone else than his usual disciple and wzl. “I wouldn’t want for it to be a bother to prepare one more room, we should have warned you beforehand” had simply said jc, more out of politeness than because he wanted to sleep in the same bed as wrh. Jzx simply nodded, before saying he would see if it could be arranged. 

When came the meeting he did not miss the weird look given his way, everyone clearly wondering what he was doing by wrh side, but no one actually dares to ask because the sect leader himself was there. At some point they touch the fragile subject of lp and ymj, to which hc took a firm stand “I will rebuild LP and won’t let down the ymj clan, did you believe one of the five great clans would die this easily?”. This was a warning to both wrh and everyone around that he was /not/ gonna let anyone step on him because of what had happened and because he was still young. He didn’t miss the little satisfied and proud look in wrh eyes, as if the idea of his soulmate strongly wanting to rebuild his sect correctly was the best thing he could hear of. 

No one went deeper on the subject, deciding that between jc possibly getting more agitated and wrh who /clearly/ was looking out for jc it wasn’t worth risking offending the ymj heir (new sect leader?). 

The banquet held by jgs that night had people even more curious and confused about them, wondering /why/ wrh seemed suddenly so... affectionate? Towards jc, while the young man seemed /too/ at ease around the man who was at the head of the sect who had /killed/ his parents. Had wrh somehow brainwashed him? 

Only jyl dared join them to talk, asking how he had been doing. Jc didn’t mind telling, keeping out anything to do with his golden core (it was better if no one knew) or what he did to wc. At some point, wrh had to leave them because of some business he needed to talk about with other clan leaders. The pat and lingering hand on jc shoulder was not missed by many. 

“I went back home” admitted jyl once wrh was gone, “We took care of the funeral” she admitted with a little sorry smile, as if feeling bad that she couldn’t wait for jc to do this. Jc simply smiled saying he was happy that this had been taken care of correctly. “I brought back some of your robes” she then said with a smile, jc supposing it was in case he was alright and would have come back to KT instead of being sent to NC. “I can deliver them to your room, I am sure you’d like to have your own robes”. 

And he would love to, a lot. He had been wearing nothing else than mourning robes and now wen robes, he missed his robes in the usual colours of ymj. 

And she did just that, delivering them to his room (or rather his and wrh room, jgs was not able to prepare one more for the night). And since he knew wrh would be out until later, talking with jgs, nmj and lqr (as the great sect leader often does after these banquets, he remember his father attending these late-night discussions), he decided to put them on, feeling like he needed this part of him to be normal.

It was probably stupid to feel so relaxed and satisfied to finally be able to put on his own robes, they were just robes after all. But it still did. He was in the process of changing when the door opened, making him freeze in his action, turning to wrh. He had not expected the man to suddenly come back now, as he thought he would stay late. Or maybe only his father was one to stay rather late? He never knew for how long the other would stay. 

He quickly pulled his clothes close, looking to the side unsure what to say as wrh was looking at him. “Purple does fit you better” he heard, feeling his face heat up a bit, not expecting this sudden compliment. Of course, it did, what else did he think? 

He couldn’t help but tense a bit when he saw him approach, looking at the hand reaching towards him as if ready to defend himself if needed. Yet all these hands did was arrange his robes better, even reaching for the sash sitting on the bed, correcting the collars. He stepped away once it was done, jc looking down at himself, smiling at his own clothes. He felt really childish-

for feeling this good because of clothing, but wrh didn’t comment on this. 

“I thought you would be out longer” admitted jc now that the silence felt too much. They would be together here until the next day, it wasn’t the same as just sitting in silence while doing other things in his presence. “I sometimes stay longer, but I wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said, although it was more, he had felt how happy jc was and had wondered what had caused it, it was something nice to finally sense coming from his soulmate in so long. “But I suppose your father used to stay longer with jgs” he commented, probably only now seeing why he had thought so. 

Neither added more, knowing that jc parents were still a touchy and fragile subject to touch, especially if it was wrh. The man instead went to sit at the table, some wine arriving at the same time, having called for some. “why not join me for a drink? It's still early we could talk a bit, if you want to of course" suggest wrh. 

Jc feels like he should refuse, but decide otherwise. Maybe drinking a bit would help ease him up a-

bit for the night. So he just sits down, accepting the cup given to him and drinking it without much hesitation (it would be rather late in all this for wrh to poison him). 

“you did good earlier" comments wrh after a couple of minutes of strangely comfortable silence. This surprised jc, who wouldn't have thought that wrh would see one of the somewhat fallen great sect being surely built back as good. Doesn't he want to be above everyone and one less sect against him is good? 

Yet the comment does send some warmth in him, not used to such easy praise. “it just the truth, I won't let the ymj sect fall like this, I might be young but I am not unable to do it". The older man hums at this, a pleased smile on his face “Good" he replies as he pours him more wine “I never thought otherwise, you will surely do good". Then they are both silent again, jc unsure how to feel about this. He was praised and wrh had always believed he would take over his father's title? He never believed jc would give up that? Truly the man was becoming more different to what he had thought he was all this time. Or maybe was it something only he was allowed? 

“The soulmark... can I see it again?” jc asked after a couple of wine cups taken, somewhat curious. He had only seen his before, many times even, wondering what the symbol might mean (now he understood). But he had seen wrh one only once and rather quickly to prove a point. “If you let me see yours” replied the man after a while. 

It was only then that jc realised he had never shown it to wrh and he felt like the man never tried to sneakily find out. Had he believed wzl words so easily without checking? Had he believed jc reaction all this time without proof? 

He decided it was a fair trade, taking more wine to give him more courage and make him less nervous. He then preceded to loosen his robes, trying not to look up at wrh who was doing the same. He did it enough so he could show the mark sitting at the very centre of his chest, only a bit lower than his collarbone, a dark red against his pale skin. 

He finally looked up when wrh seem to be done, only one shoulder uncovered to show the left part of his chest, the same lotus on fire branding over his heart, a dark purple colour. 

So they truly are soulmates. 

His hand is itching to reach and touch it, as if to make sure this was not all an illusion. 

He had found his soulmate when he somehow believed he would never manage to. Maybe he wasn’t fully happy about it being wrh, but he /had/ managed to find him, even if it had taken a rather painful road to get there. 

He looked back up, only to see wrh smile to him /softly/, making his breath hitch. How was this man looking this softly at him?!? How come wrh was so different from what he had believed him to be?! 

“Did... father know about your soulmark?” jc asked. He knew the reason jyl and jzx were engaged was because both jfm and jgs had found out their children were soulmates (how convenient was that really). But if jfm had known about wrh... would he have ever told him? Or would he have kept on saying “one day you will find” (although sometimes his mother gave him the impression if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have a choice to marry anyway). 

“I don’t think he did, I am not known for showing my mark around a lot” he replied which seemed like a fair point. Jc couldn’t say the same. Not that he was showing it around all the time, but rather that he had often swum with other disciples that weren’t from ymj, so he had probably been seen by more than just his sect. 

“Did your wife... had a similar mark?” asked jc, feeling strangely curious and chatty right now, maybe the alcohol was doing its job (and he was still accepting more wine). Something a bit sadder flashed across wrh face, offering him only a small smile. “No, hers was... of a flying bird, a beautiful mark too, really”. 

“Did you... love her?” he asked a bit hesitantly, wondering if wrh had married his wife the same way his parent had. 

“I did,” the man said with a sad melancholic smile, “We weren’t meant to be with each other, but we still managed to love each other”. This made jc smile despite himself, happy to hear it was possible, although it only made him feel sad afterwards, wondering why their parent could never have that too. He never felt like his parent had truly loved each other, it was not a secret that they weren’t soulmates either, their marriage had truly been political. But he still hoped maybe they managed to find something in each other at some point, even if it wasn’t necessarily love. 

He then wonders if he could have that too, with wrh. They were soulmates, but it didn’t mean everything would necessarily lead to that (after all, he was still unsure if he could fully trust wrh). 

As if feeling his trouble (wrh did literally) the man gave him a reassuring smile, “but you do not have to worry about my past love” he said, before standing up, holding a hand out for jc “It’s getting late, I think some sleep might be good for you”. 

Jc accepted his help (for once), feeling his legs a bit wobbly under him, maybe he shouldn’t have drunk so much. He managed to change into some purple night robes, noticing how wrh gave him his privacy by simply turning away to find his own clothing. 

He went to bed a bit hesitantly, unsure if it would bother wrh to share, yet it didn’t seem to since he laid down next to him, leaving him his space. It felt less awkward than he thought (or maybe it was the alcohol again), even feeling nice to be sleeping next to wrh. He fell asleep without noticing he had gotten a bit closer to wrh. 

Afterwards, jc managed to get closer to wrh, allowing the man to get closer to him. It took a bit of time for him to be fully trusting of wrh, But the sect leader was doing his best to show him he /could/. Wrh even help with his rebuilding of LP, letting him go there alone, showing he was trusting him too. 

Jc even managed to influence wrh to be less paranoid and less easily angered by other cultivators, actually managing to lift up the Qishan Wen sect reputation a bit, making everything a bit easier for everyone. 

Wq even ends up telling wrh she might have a way for jc to have a new golden core, which they do talk about with him. Of course, jc would only accept if someone is willing, which wrh did find (although willing is probably not to word to use about this, but jc doesn’t need to know). 

Jc feels like his relationship with wrh is complicated, but he knows things are better than when t all started and he can fully trust the man, allowing him to be something no one had ever been for him, slowly falling a bit more with how affectionate he could be.

=(ends. this has 5.5k words, at this point I might as well just make a fanfic out of it)=

Original

[sandu-zidian]

Not me every once in a while adding to this insanely expansive Star Wars AU for CQL/MDZS. Just made the sect political landscape set on a planet that is/was a colony of Mandalore, where because they’re quite separate from the planet’s political turmoil, are kind of is insulated and deal with their shit internally. The sects are also actual political entities now, having merged in part with the regional government at some point in the planet’s history. There’s still a distinction between the sect families and the actual government, but their relationship is much more tied and because of this the five great sects act as a government body together. The Wens have some sort of relationship with the empire when they take over Mandalore and gain access to their planet, and through them, problems begin to arise

[mauxanhduong]

holy shit. holy shit. so that’s what happened

[dogbites-puppylove]

Yandere Batfam: Incentives

TW: description of yandere mentalities and actions (obsession, possessive tendencies, stalking, etc)

Tags: Yandere! Batfam x reader

Bruce Wayne: The Epitome of a Hero

Batman without fail has proven himself a near-perfect hero, impressive for the fact that he's first generation and had tackled Gotham's cursed land. But obviously, as with any being on earth, the stress of the facade weighs on him. The stretch between the isle of Bruce Wayne and the Scowl of Batman no longer cut clean. They blur and tear at him ravenously until he sometimes feels he is nothing but a ghost of obsession, of a boy in the middle of an alley with his parent's blood puddled around his knees.

Bruce, in essence, needs something to define himself, he is a man who cares for his partners painfully (each robin has chiseled a part of himself out) and yet he cannot choose them over his city (over his villains). He has nobody else to define who he is, he is nothing without them and as much as he loves being their father the cowl is the only thing he has left of what was once an unbreakable will

The darling plays a sort of anchor, a guide, a definition that Bruce can cling onto. For Bruce who cannot say confidently that he can live truly as either a civilian or a hero without regret, his darling is all he has to cling to. For even should he forsake his sacred code that defines him, forsake his morals that he clings to, and go off the deep end never to return he can still manage to drench himself in you. 

You're in his bones, his flesh, and on his lips at all times of the night and day, the cowl and fatherhood are at his core and as they conflict, chipping away at him and forcing him into nothing but a broken mess you seep into the cracks and fill him up until all of him is nothing but you, you, you. Your scorn, your praise, all of what you say, you're what he can finally define himself off of.

It doesn't matter if your nails drag into his skin as a punishment, or even if you carve your woes into his flesh with a knife. He will take them as his law all the same he will revere your kisses, your soft touches, and your smiles. His unbreakable will is nothing in the end as long as he has you.

You have him in the palm of his hand, your word is law, you define who he is with your mood, whether he is a failure and must strive to be better or whether he can finally rest is all up to you.

Even from a young age when childhood should have been grass stains and scraped knees, Dick has always known an audience's eyes and dizzying heights. He knows his role, his actions and his expressions are all being watched, and taken into account and he knows best how to play the role of the easily lovable. Responsibility and acting all of this have been him forever, he's a natural at it. Basically, its second nature for him to mold himself into the one everyone likes, he knows the script and he plays it well

Richard Grayson: The golden boy

His entire life has been a role, something that he has to put his all into acting, the perfect robin, the leader of the titans, the leader of the young justice league, Nightwing-the vigilante who garners the respect of heroes and law alike. It is a tightrope walk of never-ending smiles and actions and if he slips it all comes crashing down and he cannot risk it. If he bows to the weight on his shoulders, even if it's all too much he has far too much to lose. Of course, he loves being loved, and he genuinely does love his family, loves his pseudo father and his little brothers and his friends but he knows who they love and it might not be him as a person.

The darling for him is a slow burn. a t first their a sort of self-fulfillment, just a little fix of appreciation from his favorite person, but the more he visits them, the more he drops some prefixes, is able to be a little rougher around the edges he gets lost in it, the brunt of his feelings finally flooding out from the cracks in his perfect facade and you're his addiction. He needs you to need him, to like him, to adore him he needs you to approve of who he is without the flashing lights and cameras. It's a strange mix of needing your approval to prove that he's still balancing, that the weight hasn't yet managed to take hold and drag him down, and needing you to see the fact that he is a broken grieving man. He's been used and weaponized and he just needs to know that outside of that Richard Grayson is still useable, love him outside of his role, be his everything meld your existence into his he's begging you

It comes to a point that he can almost no longer separate where you begin and where he ends, and he's never felt so intoxicated, so in love, because if love isn't the way he can barely focus, his brain clouding over and the way he basically turns into an animal for you, your loyal little dog he doesn't know what could possibly count. As long as he has your praise, your approval, and your need for him he's a brainless pet. Just love him, love him, love him or he might finally fall. 

What many forget about the second robin is though he is the robin who crosses the lines others won't, the one who sees things to a more permanent end, Jason is the one who is more in tune with his emotions. They overwhelm him and lead him more than rationality but Jason has emotions, he bares his heart on his sleeve, and others are simply too blind to see it. Perhaps it's because of this strange self-awareness, of how fucked he is, how broken he is that he cannot delude himself in the same way his family does. He cannot seem to meld himself with you(how could something like him even think of being one with someone like you), but he's so desperate for the connection. 

Jason Todd: The monster

In comparison to the other robins, Jason understands that he is replaceable. It's so easy to swap him out with any other broken street rat, hell he might even argue it would be an improvement. He's watched Gotham from its sewer, eyes glancing over crime alleys streets from broken street lights as a child, how women were beaten into submission by men with too much audacity and beer on their breath, how good men would be turned to corpses and looted, how children stood on corners and Gotham nods her head because his city is nothing it not vile and rotten in its core

He has known death intimately and hates life just a little bit more because there isn't anything he can feel truly justifies how Gotham lets the sewage and filth thrive. He's never had the luxury of childhood, of the safety of a child's innocence because he's aware that life isn't a gift, it's a cesspool of sin prepping souls on earth for hell. There's nothing good, but there are people who need protection from it and Jason goes about his days repenting for existing because there's no divinity, no god other than the men who see themselves on the top of the chain. There's no god before you.

His darling is a light, something near untouchable, someone who can do no wrong. Jason is the type of delusional where he can justify every single thing Darling can ever say or do, say the skies green and he’ll rearrange the dictionary just to prove you right. You in a sense define what is good or evil, something invaluable, something so good that they could even pity him. A benevolent deity bestowed open Gotham and he'd be damned if he let anything from the street touch you. Jason is the robin who came back wrong, the killer, the monster, the black sheep of the family of maniacs who want better from the world, and he's disgusting but he'll do anything for you.

In a sick way, he already knows well how his presence is painfully unworthy of you, but he longs, craves, and hungers for you all the same. He's reverent in his treatment. If he cannot connect with you by becoming one he'll be your loyal slave, your servant to the ends of the earth, his hands are already stained but even his own sins become virtues if there for you. He lives and breathes on you, everything he does is for you until the dead bodies piling his work are but offerings, sacrifices all for you. Carve a place in your body for him to reside, for him to leash himself upon so he can hide and forever more belong to you. A Divine and their monster acolyte. 

Tim is a being born of neglect, constant patronization, rejection, and scorn. His only sense of motivation had been at first obsession without a sense of preservation. Tim has always known nothing but a world where he has to be able to provide to earn his right to stay, to exist. He knows intimately what it's like to be looked through, to be invisible, to have his own name replaced with another, or to have never been born, so like money he exchanges himself and all his actions in a transactional way. Every relationship for him is a simple give and take, he gives them what they want, and they let him stay and remember his name. As long as Tim is functioning and working he can't be thrown away, can't be truly invisible. As long as he is working he is kept.

Tim Drake: The Forgotten 

Tim is smart, he knows how to run the table, and play the game and he does it well, he knows exactly how to pick apart everyone around him. Tears into them and learns, absorbs, and sees what they need, how he needs to act, what he needs to provide, and remakes himself for the sake of their approval. From the constant twists and turns of his character, Tim knows how to seek out the role, how to play it, how to thrive in it, Tim sees everything, and thus he is left feeling empty because nobody sees him. Something carnal in him screams for something, anything to tear him apart as well, to meet his obsession with their own.

His darling is someone who he needs to ruin him, he needs them to dissect him, to cut him up and tear away everything and covet his entrails. He's begging you to tear away at him, until Red Robin is nothing until Drake Wayne is but a far away title, and see him, see Time in all he is. Obsessive, disgusting, and desperate. He needs his darling to keep digging even as they see this and decide he's good enough to continue unraveling, to rip him open and keep something of him in your pocket.

As is apparent the relationship with his darling is almost masochistic in a way, with a clear power dynamic but what is to be noted is that while he is desperate he will never truly give up control. He knows when he is being manipulated, but he thrives on it, that you've picked him apart and have decided him worthy to manipulate, you get what he allows but he allows a lot for you. He wants his darling to devour him whole, to stitch themselves into a Frankenstein monster just as he has with them. Take on his mannerisms, remember his coffee order, his eye color, anything. He'd thrive just knowing they have a photo of him somewhere in their pocket. (as if it equates to the massive amounts of video he has on you, the photos, the cameras, the trackers, the microphones, the bugs, and chips)he just needs you to know who he is. He needs you to prove that Timothy Drake truly exists. 

What most cannot see off the bat due to confident words and even more confident actions is that the most familiar feeling Damian is acquainted with is unsurity. He is a being born with a purpose, and the purpose was not to be human, it was to be heir, to be a leader to be everything that he needed to be. His life is a mix of criteria he needs to meet, of missions and proving himself and needing to be perfect, needing the validation of praise and a good grade. He is the heir of a league of assassins and yet he can no longer kill, he is the protege of a notorious hero and yet he contemplates lethality for too much, day in and day out Damian defines himself by this conflict and with true humanity alluding him, he cannot tell truly who he is. 

Damian Wayne: The heir 

The source of his need for competency comes from fear of inadequacy. Because if he cannot fit the criteria given, if he cannot prove himself worthy then does he even have the right to exist? When he has been born for a role he can no longer call his own, where does that leave him? Lost, he's lost and wandering and he thinks something is rotting in him. It plagues him, the fact that Damian Wayne is a leader, son, brother,heir but not human.

His darling in his case plays the role of safe haven, a little home in the form of flesh and blood where he can bury himself alive. He needs the surety they bring, there is no throne, no rubric or evaluation, there is only their own eyes and lips and Damian's own heart in their hands. They are his humanity, if Damian is a role then they are his wants and needs, they are his tears and very heart, he's sure if he could tear his chest open his darling would be there, cradled precisely within his ribs. In their arms Damian feels so painfully useless that he remembers he too has lungs that need air, that he too has basic needs, he feels helpless and ragged and he thinks that this sort of helplessness can be nothing but love.

Darling is living proof that Damian Wayne has something to himself outside of Robin, outside of al-Ghul, and outside of his last name. He is flawed, he sleeps and dreams and cries and is so very weak. He eats from the palm of your hand, everything that makes him disgustingly weak, mortal, he's putty in your hands, even if you were to feed him poison he would drink greedily. The thought of death, the foe that drove his grandfather to the pits over and over again, feels no harder than a feather brush with your arms around him.

Alfred: extra 

Apologies 

He is far too old to fancy himself a darling, and far too sensible to feel infatuation as strongly as his wayward family but he can care, and he can love and he would do anything for his family as he always has

Of course, he feels bad, lucid as he is he can see how they covet you, how they stress you and pull you so thin you might disappear but he cannot let you go, he hopes you forgive him.

He does pity you, is fond of you and your softer nature in the cave of monsters that lurk around for you as their sole prey and he’ll protect you as much as he can but ever since they've had you the manor has a bit lighter and they've smiled so much more he cannot truly let you go

He’ll provide everything but freedom, he'll coddle you through the transition and until he too must take his place in a grave but he begs of you to stay by his family of beasts

You're his only hope 

Author's Note: Dipping my toes back into writing - if this seems familiar it's because it's a reupload! I was previously known as lovesick laboratories but my mental health took a nose dive but I'm back!

Tags: yandere batfam, yandere dc, yandere batfam x reader, bruce wayne x reader, dick grayson x reader, jason todd x reader, tim drake x reader, damian wayne x reader

[sadhours]

Ugh, that so hard... I picture Gator being so touchstarved but wanting to be rough with a soft side.... and Steve, well, I have a serious hand kink for the man, so... I feel like he'd lose his mind if his girlfriend had his thumb on her tongue.

i will start with the Steve one here and post the gator one separately bc… yeah… Steve’s hands

steve harrington x fem!reader

requests open! • masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, hand kink, oral fixation, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

steve’s hands are massive compared to yours. you’re always in awe of it when you press your palm to his, watching the way his fingers close and completely envelope the back of your hand. always so warm and soft. comforting in a way you hadn’t felt before.

but steve’s just as into it as you are.

you’re sprawled out on your back, sleep warm tangled sheets beneath you while he snakes his way between your thighs. large hands make purchase over the sensitive flesh as he spreads them. and you’re a little sore from the night before but your core aches in anticipation for more, slick already dripping from you. steve dips down to kiss you tenderly, the promise of his weight on you has your hips rolling up at him. your hands sliding into the hair curling at the nape of his neck. steve mumbles into the kiss, “you’re beautiful, baby.”

the compliment heats you up even more, whining in response as the pair of you smile into a needier kiss. steve’s hard against you, shaft of his cock fitting between your folds as his hands slide up your hips, sides until he’s holding your jaw. his hands so big it covers the entirety of your face, fingertips meeting your hairline while he deepens the kiss. his tongue gaining entrance into your parted lips and rolling against your own. he slips into you slowly, giving your sore cunt plenty of time to adjust to his size. you still gasp when he slides in, you always do.

steve breaks the kiss then, gazing down at you lovingly as his thumb grazes against your lower lip. you chase it, tongue darting out to meet the digit before you wrap your lips around it. steve’s eyes darken, zoned in on where you’re sucking lazily on his thumb. his lips part as he breathes out a shaky moan, his other hand moves to grip your hip. he reels back slightly, thrusting forward a second later. your eyebrows furrow and you moan around his thumb as he prods that golden spot deep inside you. he’s staring down at you in awe, adoring the way his hand cases over the expanse of your cheek. can’t help but push his thumb against your tongue as he drives his hips deeper before retreating slightly, drags his pulsing cock against your fluttering walls. you squeeze him so good, he hiccups out these soft and sweet sounds.

you stick your tongue out then, steve keeps his thumb fixed on it as he builds up a faster pace. maintains the deepness of it.

“such a good girl for me,” he praises you, voice breathy and gentle. goes straight to your head, feeling all warm and gooey. back arching from the delicious friction, nerves aflame with lulling euphoria.

he moves his hand then, prods his middle and ring finger against your tongue. your lips circle around them on their own volition, uncontrollable urge to have him fill you all over, wherever he can.

“Christ— you’re—“ he grunts out, hips snapping into you harder and quicker, chasing his own bliss. pounding against your sweet spot just right, just hard enough, just repetitive enough to have your pussy clenching around him as your orgasm crashes into you. your moans are muffled by his fingers, eyes rolling back as steve pants out the most pretty, shocked moan. all high pitched. followed by a slew of babbling, “that’s it, good girl, cum all over my cock, ah— ah, yeah, i’m gonna cum, you feel so good— fuck, ah!”

his hips drill harder, sloppier until they still and his face contorts all pretty as he fills you with his release. he pulls his fingers from your mouth, collapsing on top of you and nuzzling his face into your neck. you wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him tight, smile tugging your lips up at the corners.

[guccifrog]

CAUGHT

⤷matt sturniolo x fem!reader

requested ✉

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⤷As the sun peeked through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting a warm, golden light across the floor, you lay there, staring at your phone screen, your eyes scanning each word carefully. The bed sheets beneath you were cool and crisp against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat that seemed to be building up inside of you.

The door suddenly creaked open, and you felt a cool draft of air flowing into the room. You quickly hid your phone under your pillow, as you recognized the familiar silhouette of your boyfriend, Matt, standing in the doorway. He was taking a shower, his hair dripped with water, and a towel wrapped around his slender torso. You bit your lip, trying not to let your excitement show.

"Hi," Matt said casually, as he walked over to the closet to put his towel away. You smiled innocently at him, trying to appear nonchalant as well."How was your shower?" you asked, hoping the playful tone didn't betray your nervousness. He turned to face you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"It was refreshing," he replied, making his way to your shared closet. You watched as he opened the door, searching for something. "Damn, I think I left my deodorant in the bathroom."

You grinned and sat up, crossing your legs. " I'll get it for you!" You quickly got up and hurried out of the bedroom, You grabbed the deodorant from the vanity and quickly returned to the bedroom, just in time to see Matt sitting on the bed, your phone in hand, looking through its screen with an amused expression.

"Matt!" You gasped, feeling a mixture of panic and embarrassment. You dropped the deodorant and ran as fast as you could to snatch your phone from his hand. But he was quicker. With a playful grin, he raised his arm higher, blocking your reach. "Give it back!" You exclaimed, trying to grab the phone. 

"What an interesting thing to read," He said before glancing at the phone with a smirk as he read" warning this story contains a lot of smut- Wait, is that my name?" Matt raised his eyebrows surprised, giggling as you covered your face with your hands. "Matt sturniolo x reader?" He continued to read with an unreadable expression. "How many of these are there?" He snickered as he looked at you smirking.

He grabbed your hand and tried to remove it away from your face, his grip firm but not painful. You pouted, still trying to hide your face, his hand moved to cradle your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "You're blushing!" He teased, his grin widening. "So, what are you reading about me?" He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear as he glanced at the phone continuing to read" He placed his length against her core, making her shiver." 

His hand was now on your waist, and he gently pushed you onto the bed his eyes not leaving your phone"She arches her back, moaning softly as he thrusts deeper. "Oh, Matt..." she whispers, feeling him pressed against her in a way that makes her ache" His eyes widen as his grin grows wider, his eyes now fixed on you as you hide your face again.

He slowly moved closer to you, his breath hot against your neck as he teased you. "Do you want to know what I did next?" he teased.

"stop it " You whispered, your voice shaking slightly as he continued to tease you. You felt his hand move lower, tracing soft circles around your hip, sending shivers down your spine. His other hand held your phone above the bed, still reading, a wicked grin playing on his lips. 

"Fine" You sighed, rolling your eyes, as he looked at you confused.

"I admit it" you huffed avoiding eye contact with him.

"Admit what sweetheart ?" Matt asked, still holding your phone. He leaned closer, his lips inches away from yours.

"That I was reading smut about you" you mumbled, your heart racing as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against yours, and he smiled against them.

"What was that ?" Matt chuckled, as he let your lips go. Smiling teasingly as he watches your lips form a confused frown.

He collapsed on the bed next to you laughing, throwing his head back. "Oh, my god, you're expression was priceless!" he managed to get out between giggles. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and reached for the phone, but you moved it just out of his reach.

"Hey! Give that back!" he protested, trying to grab it again. You leaned forward, pressing your body against his, and pinned his arms down with your knees. "Nuh-uh," you giggled, shaking your head. He smiled up at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Matt's chest rose and fell with each breath as he stared up at you, his eyes studying your face." so?" He asked, making you raise an eyebrow" wanna watch porn together?"

"Matt!" You exclaimed, a blush spreading across your cheeks. But he just grinned wider"I'm just saying" he teased, moving his hands to rest on your hips, his thumbs brushing against your bare skin. "I mean, if you're into it..." He let the words trail off, grinning widely, as you playfully hit him on the chest.

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[hallietblr]

Could i get a conrad x reader smut where they are in a secret relationship/fwb and at the end maybe admit they like each other or start dating?

tangled up with you | c.fisher x reader

a/n: ahh i had such a good time writing this one for you! thank you so much for the request love <3

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), swearing, mentions of weed usage.

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sneaking around with my best friend’s older brother made life so exhilarating, maybe because of the risk tied to it. i know that if jeremiah were to find out about conrad and my secret relationship that’s been going on for the past eight months, there’s the possibility of losing my best friend.

according to jeremiah, conrad and steven were not allowed to date or hook up with me. i was off limits. i was jeremiah’s best friend since the second grade and the last thing he ever wanted was for things to get complicated with his brothers (steven is basically another brother to him) having a relationship with me.

but feelings are feelings, they can only be suppressed for so long before moves are made.

and maybe the incredible sex tied to conrad fisher sways that statement.

i look out my bedroom window to see the jeep park on the side of the road. the silhouette of the golden haired fisher brother bobbing his head to the music. i giggle before turning to my vanity mirror to check myself out for the last time.

i fixed up my hair, touched up my mascara and lip gloss before spritzing myself with my signature perfume. i grab my phone that sat on my bed before scurrying down the stairs and yelling to my parents that i’m heading out.

i slide my vans on as i make my way over to conrad’s car. i open the door and he’s already smiling at me,

“hey pretty lady,” he winks, making me flush pink.

“hey handsome,” i say back as i settle into my seat, he cradles my face before pulling me into a long kiss. something we’ve both been craving for after pretending for the whole day around steven, belly, and jeremiah that we were, of course, only friends.

his lips tasted like mint and his chapstick, i smile into the kiss and i feel his lips turn upwards in response.

“you ready?” he asks after pulling away, i nod excitedly.

conrad always takes me to new places around cousins, we typically sit on the roof of the car and talk endlessly for hours into the night. sometimes we will smoke a j together, often making out and touching each other in places that isn’t normal for friends to touch.

the weeknd hums quietly as we drive in the night, his large and vascular hand placed highly on my thigh. his long fingers slowly crawling up to my centre. i feel myself getting more excited when his hand is centimetres away from my core.

he pulls away which makes me pout while he puts the jeep into park and steps out the door. he comes to my side of the car and opens my door, he offers his hand as i step out.

conrad brought us to the lighthouse, where waves crashed upon the large rocks and you can see the bright reflection of the moon and stars sparkling on the water. his muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind and we sway side to side, i’m taking in the beautiful sight.

he places gentle kisses on the back of my neck, and i tilt it to the side to give him better access. i can feel him smile at the action as he carefully sucks at the soft skin.

“this view is beautiful,” i tell him, turning around to put my arms around his neck,

“yeah?” he asks with a smirk, “well my view is better.”

his eyes flicker down me and back up to my eyes,

“you’re so cheesy”

“i love you, baby” he kisses me again,

i kiss him back passionately, my fingers getting tangled up in the locks of hair at the back of his head, “i love you so much more.”

so stands two teenagers, desperately in love, making out by the cousins lighthouse in the middle of the night. their hands running up and down the sides of each other before conrad pulls her back towards the car to continue their fun.

we both crawl into the back seat, he lays me down carefully across the three seats as he hovers over me. he removes his shirt in one motion before leaning down fo connect our lips again.

our teeth and lips are clashing as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip, i open my mouth to greet his tongue as it continues to explore.

his hand inches down my body, giving a soft squeeze to my boob before moving down to the edge of my cotton shorts. i sigh in pleasure as he slips his hand into my lacy thong, his fingers playing with the bundle of nerves that make me lift my hips up for more contact,

“please.” i beg him, arching my back as his lips kiss down my throat,

“relax, my love,” he mumbles against my skin, “i’ve got you.”

i moan out as two digits enter me, slowly but hardly thrusting into my centre, “fuck, you’re so wet.” he groans.

he continues to finger me for a few moments longer to prepare me,

“you ready?” he asks me and i nod, conrad kisses my lips again before pulling down my shorts and his own. his thick cock with veins running up it’s sides slaps his abdomen, released from the constrained boxers they were in.

my mouth basically drools at the sight. i’ve always knew that conrad fisher was handsome, but seeing him in the moonlight with his six pack and erected dick only made the wetness between my legs increase.

i watched intently as he lines himself up before sinking down into me, bottoming out. every vein and inch of his cock stretching me out in the best way possible. my head throws back at the feel of him inside of me as he thrusts deeply into me.

i moan loudly, grabbing the edge of the car seat and the head rest as i feel him nearly hitting my gut.

“fuck!” i cry out as he buries his face into my neck, increasing how hard he’s pounding into me. his hand grabs the back of my right thigh, pushing it to my chest to give himself a better angle to hit my sweet spot.

i bite into his shoulder, making him groan lowly as i feel his dick twitch inside of me. my hands are in a frenzy, clawing his back or pulling at his hair or anything to get him closer to me.

“you like that, baby” he moans as he continues to thrust his cock to my sweet spot that makes the knot in my stomach tighten. i nod quickly, “yes, holy fuck, you feel so good!”

“no matter how often i fuck you, your pussy is always tight for me,” conrad breathes out into my ear, “you feel so good around me, babe”

“m- maybe because your dick is so big,” i stutter out back to him, as i feel my orgasm coming closer.

“are you close?” he asks, “i feel your walls squeezing my cock.”

i moan out in response, unable to form words with the state of bliss im in. i cling onto his shoulders as my legs start to shake,

“fuck, i’m gonna come soon,” conrad groans, throwing his head back in pleasure, “where do you want it?”

“i- i’m” i try to speak, but my eyes keep rolling backwards, “i’m on the pill.”

he looks down at me with lust in his eyes, “are you sure?”

i nod, “fuck, conrad!”

he picks up the pace of his thrusts, now chasing his high. his hand reaches down to start rubbing figure eights on my clit to help me get my orgasm,

“come on my dick, baby” he tells me, “i know you can do it. i’m right behind you.”

“fuck, conrad!” i scream out, “i’m coming!”

“that’s it baby” he pants out

conrad litters my face with kisses as my toes flex upwards and my thighs are shaking. my back arches to his chest as i feel my orgasm crashing down on me all at once.

i release pornographic type moans and all i see is white as my nails claw down his back.

i feel him release inside of me, his warm coating my walls as he slowly thrusts me through my orgasm. he eventually pulls out and grabs a baby wipe that he stored under the driver to seat to clean me and himself up. conrad helps me put my clothes back on and kisses my shoulders while he pulls my t-shirt on.

we drive quietly back to my house where he kisses my goodnight before i exit the jeep. right as i open my front door i feel my phone buzz in my back pocket,

con <3:

goodnight my sweet girl, i hope you had as much fun as i did tonight! i love you so so much❤️

i blush at the text and turn around to the road where i see him blow a kiss in my direction. i pretend to catch it and place it on my heart before sending one back. i see a smile etch onto his face before driving off.

y/n <3:

i always have fun when i’m around you, sweet dream baby :) i love you!

[touyasdoll]

Oral Fixation

Pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: oral (fem!receving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, he’s a little stern but he just wants to please, praise

Basically: Keigo’s had a very long day and the only cure is trapped between your thighs <3

Hawks comes soaring through the door of your shared home and tosses the door shut behind him. It closes loud enough that it makes you jump a little from your seat on the couch.

You open your mouth to speak as you whip your head around to look at him, but his lips move first and the the quality of his tone catches you off guard. It’s gruff and commanding, but still controlled.

“Don’t move.”

Your mouth closes into a small frown. Confusion is evident on your features, but he isn’t looking at you to see it. He hasn’t even peeked in your direction yet.

He kicks off his boots as he stalks over to the couch, letting them fall haphazardly in his path. His coat comes off next, shrugged off his shoulders fast enough to make a soft whooshing sound before it piles onto the floor behind him.

“Keigo, what’s—,”

You don’t get to finish your question either, because he’s suddenly on his knees in front of you, parting your knees with an assertive confidence that throws you for a loop as you blink at him.

“Bad day. I just,” he explains in a huff—if you can call that an explanation.

His hands knead at your flesh, working their way higher as he bunches up the hem of the oversized shirt that's hiding your bare skin from him. His lips move to the inside of your knee and begin their ascent while his thumbs rub circles into the innermost part of your thighs. He gently pries your legs open further andcontinues to lean in, trailing fervent kisses up towards your core.

“K-Kei, baby. Hahh..what. What’re you—,”

“Jus’ need..” he murmurs, voice barely audible as he begins jawing at your clothed cunt. “To taste you.”

You gasp, the noise transforming into a moan as you watch his messy blonde locks diving deep between your thighs. He's practically eating you out already, pressing the fabric of your panties between your lips to search for your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Of course, he finds it. He moans shamlessly as he begins dragging it in slow circles, teasing you not only with his tempo, but by keeping the barrier between you. It isn't until you start squirming, hands wrenching anxiously at the couch cushions, that he relents.

"I see I'm not the only one who's impatient today," he drawls, smirking against your inner thigh while his golden eyes peek up at you.

He gently nips at your skin while pulling his gloves off to hook a finger into the crotch of your panties. His eyes never once stray from your face, remaining dutifully fixed on your expression.

The way that your lips part when his warm breath fans over your bare pussy makes his cock throb and his mouth water.

"Fuck," he breathes out, hurrying to slip your underwear off of your hips and toss them aside. "I don't even have the patience to tease you properly today. Can't wait any longer."

He stoops down to toss your legs over his shoulders, hands gripping your hips to tug them right up to the edge of the couch. You sink into the cushions as his tongue sinks into you, tasting the mess he'd made of you already with his unexpected onslaught of affection.

"Keigo!" You cry out, sinfully sweet moans pervading the air.

However, they're nothing in comparison to the frankly disgusting sounds that he's making as he laps at your core. He's a man who's wholly unashamed and hungrier than you've ever seen him.

Your hands push into his hair and he growls, hands slipping beneath you to grab handfuls of your ass as he feasts. His tongue slides in and out of you, nose bumping against your clit as his pink muscle delves deep.

"Goddamn, you taste good," he murmurs when he comes up for air.

He isn't up long, diving right back into to kiss the lips between your legs with as much passion as he has ever delivered to the ones on your face. He turns his head this way and that, slipping his tongue inside you now and againjust to feel the way you clench and cry out when he does.

He moves on to your clit next, giving it some much needed attenton by closing his lips around it to suck. He's gentle at first, giving you just enough to keep you steadily marching towards your end, but he soon becomes greedy, lashing at the sensitive bundles of nerves with his tongue as a smirk spreads across his face.

Your brows knit together, jaw hanging open as pathetic noises escape you whie you just sit back and watch him completely unravel your with his mouth alone.

"Wings," he instructs, the word muffled and partially drowned out by the sound of you both panting.

You nod as you comply, reaching down to grab onto the base of his wings, working your hands along and into his plumage, fingers tensing around his feathers whenever he stimulates your clit just right.

He moans just as loudly as you do while he drives you right up to the edge. His chin is slick with proof of his efforts. You’re a quivering, shaking mess, seconds away from what you’re anticipating might be the greatest orgasm of your life and you’re both excited and fearful of the full force of it hitting you.

And then it does.

Your thighs close involuntarily around his head, hands tugging on his wings as your head snaps backward, resting against the back of the couch as you let your cries of ecstasy echo off of the vaulted ceiling of the penthouse.

“Mhm,” he hums, happier than he’s ever been when he finds himself trapped between your legs. “Doin’ so good for me, baby.”

He isn’t sure if you can’t take much more, but he doesn’t want to stop. He’s completely lost himself to the taste of you and he just wants to keep chasing it.

He wants to make you feel even better, scream even louder, and cum even harder.

“B-baby,” you whine, though it comes out as a whisper, voice hoarse from expressing your pleasure. “Keigo. M’done. I can’t—fuck! C-can’t take anymore, baby.”

“Yeah, you can,” he insists, nose bumping your clit again as his tongue voyages inside you once more.

He can’t stop himself. He just needs to make you fall apart like that one more time. Just once more, he tells himself as he doubles down on his efforts, slipping two digits inside you while he laps relentlessly at your pussy.

“Just need one more, baby. You can give me that, yeah?” He coos sweetly, peeking up at your face before his eyes are right back on the main attraction. “You’re close. I know you are, angel.”

He’s correct. You gush a moment later and he moans at the sight, unwilling to tear his eyes away as he marvels at the evidence of his effect on you, muttering curses beneath his breath while you scream them without restraint.

“So good. So, so good,” he praises you when he finally leaves your poor pussy be.

He crawls over your trembling frame, carefully slipping his muscular arm beneath you as he lays down and pulls you on top of him.

“Thank you for that, baby,” he says quietly as he kisses the top of your head, his smile growing when he feels you shiver. “I needed that. And I love you,” he adds with a whisper as he begins to gently rub your back.

“Mm,” you hum, eyes closed and body still wired. It’s the only sound that you’re capable of at the moment.

He chuckles and closes his eyes.

“I’m going to assume that means that you love me too.”

“Mmhmm,” you confirm, eyes too heavy to open as you nuzzle into his chest and feel his smiling lips on your forehead once more.

[wangxianficrecs]

The blame game by apathyinreverie

🔒 The blame game

by apathyinreverie (@apathyinreverie)

T, 13k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying doesn’t know what to make of it when, after he so publicly confronts the Jins, his staunchest supporter turns out to be… Zewu-jun? (Or, Lan Xichen time travels, immediately goes about fixing things, and promptly confuses the fuck out of everyone along the way.) Kay's comments: Ah, POV Outsider on time-travel stories can be so fun! Especially if it's just confusing to everyone around! Here we have POV Wei Wuxian on a time-travelling Lan Xichen, who stands up for him when he first asks after the Wens after Wen Qing came to hime for help. Wei Wuxian is mostly passive here, as Lan Xichen takes the lead, and I absolutely love it. Suddenly, he finds himself in the Jingshi, with Lan Wangji taking playing with A-Yuan and wonderung: Huh... How did I end up here again? Super great and hopeful story! Excerpt: “Er-ge,” Jin Guangyao steps forward from beside his father’s seat, ready to smooth things over with his sworn brother. Lan Xichen calmly turns his head to meet his eyes, head tilting in a gentle gesture of encouragement. Although… There seems to be something off about it. Something coiled, something sad, something devastated. Wei Ying is confused. A quick glance at Lan Zhan shows him that it clearly isn’t his imagination either, the merest of furrows between the Second Jade’s brow as he watches Zewu-jun. Like, Lan Zhan, too, might be uncertain what to make of his brother’s uncharacteristic demeanor at the moment. Silence reigns for several elongated moments, Jin Guangyao appearing somewhat taken aback by the uncharacteristically inflexible look on his sworn brother’s usually so amicable face. Still, he rallies himself quickly, speaking softly, demurely, bowing his head in supposed agreement, “Er-ge is of course right. Such accusations should be considered carefully for their… merit.” It is that brief pause at the end which almost has Wei Ying wanting to applaud the man for his delicate phrasing. As though everyone here isn’t aware that Jin Guangyao is – once more and forever again – pointing out the disparity between Wei Ying’s station as the accuser and Jin What’s-His-Face’s as the accused. A not-so-subtle reminder that it is the mere son of a servant, who is daring to speak against one of the gentry. How laughable.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, time travel, time travel fix-it, time travelling lan xichen, pov outsider on time travel, possessive lan wangji, oblivious wei wuxian, developing relationship, wen remnants live, wei wuxian lives, wei wuxian has a new golden core, golden core reveal, wei wuxian goes to gusu, friends to lovers, happy ending

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[yrqrnc]

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, domestic relationship

word count: n/a

summary: wherein, it’s a late afternoon and you’re watching your favorite series with your dearest boyfriend as you cuddle on the couch, but it seems that it’s physically impossible for you to keep your attention fixed on the large monitor in front of you, and not him.

the tv playing in the background starts to feel like white noises and slowly fades off into the void as your gaze stays fixed on donghyuck. his eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, but you find that you’re unable to tear yours away from his figure. his face glistens in the dim light, and the golden light radiating off of the sun that’s currently putting itself to sleep now comes in through the windows and reflects the room around you in a soft orange glow.

so this is what they call the golden hour, it hits you.

if there’s one thing that you’ve realized in these years of dating hyuck, it is that, whenever you’re with him, time seems to go by so fast—that it becomes a blur, something that falls in between the lines, something that fades off in the background, something that doesn’t matter. what really matters, every time, is him, and only him. 

you remember the time you told him that, using weak, broken constellations of words that didn’t—and could never—live up to the actual intimate emotion you felt for him. and he’d teased you, gushed endlessly about how deeply in love you were with him, and you’d huffed at his antics, but never once did you try to say a word against it. because he was right, after all. you were in love with him, deeply, more than you ever would’ve thought was possible.

and that day, despite his playful reaction, you hadn’t missed the way he’d smiled at you adoringly when he thought you weren’t watching and kept a close hold on you for the rest of the day.

his attempt to cover up actions like that with teasing and play-fighting was adorable, you’d always thought.

even now, you smile at him playfully as he looks down at you, looking away from the tv and at you for once, with a slight smirk on his face, his tone light in the air as he laughs out a “can’t take your eyes off me, right? even with your favorite show on the screen?”

and the smug in his tone is annoying to the very core, but you can’t even find anything to say against his teasing. he is right anyway, though you would never admit that to his face. even with your favorite characters and plot unraveling right there in front of you, all your attention was on him, on lee donghyuck. this man, whom you see almost everyday, whom you text and facetime so regularly, whose features you have memorised and admired too many times to count.

you should’ve been so used to him and being with him at this point, but somehow, you still could never look away.

is this obsession? is this love? is this you going back to those high-school teenage type of crush? is it a mix of everything above, or is it something that is completely something else?

who knows? and who cares, honestly?

how could you, when you had lee donghyuck existing, and loving you, right in front of your eyes, and you now believed that watching him was better than watching any movie or series that you had ever been addicted to.

[lunetoone]

just between us

s; a make out sesh is between you and draco is bothered by the golden trio, luckily they dont ask much questions

fem!reader x draco malfoy

draco bites your lower lips earning a small moan from you. your bodies so close that no air is between you two, chest to chest, lower half to lower half. draco has his arm snaked around your body, touching everywhere trying to find a spot you find the most pleasuring.

his hands now find solace in your neck as his mouth dips deeper into your lips kissing you aggressively as if you two haven't ventured each others bodies in a long time. his right hand finds your waist and grips it hard while the other stays on your neck ensuring your head doesn't weaken its bones.

the kiss broke with a gasp, catching up your breath draco decides to suck on your neck finding a spot you wouldn't mind having a mark on. his knee digs into your clothes cunt making you throw your head back, biting back your moans. "nobody's hear, let me hear you" draco continues his abuse on your neck and you cunt. after his remark you lay your head on his shoulder moaning low for him to hear.

the sound you made sent straight to his core, tightening his already tightened pants. the hands from your neck ventures down to your chest, cupping them, then low to your cunt. rubbing your clothed clit making you moan incoherent words "draco, please"

he lets out a low groan, "shit y/n youre making me loose my mind" his fingers continue drawing circles on your clit as his mouth is on your mouth, turning it even more pink as it is.

"draco i-" "y/n?" you both immediately break off each other hearing an uninvited voice. "draco? what are you two doing?" you fix your disheveled hair and fix your top and skirt.

harry,hermione and ron stared at you two in shocked faces. your red faced contrasts to dracos proud smirk.

"what? keep staring and see what happens" draco says, hands in his pocket. you walk to the trio and look back at draco "bye draco"

he only smirks "goodbye darling"

the four of you hesitantly walk away.

"y/n what the bloody hell was that?" rons face was so funny you wanted to stone him just ro capture the moment

"me and draco was just having a little fight" you smiled at the three. "blimey, a sexual fight that there" hermione only rolls her eyes at rons stupidity.

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I don't think people really stop and think about how absolutely massive Jiang Cheng's sacrifice for Wei Wuxian truly was. Lotus Pier was in ruins, his parents dead, he was what, 17 years old??? He's gone through massive trauma, and he blamed Wei Wuxian for the attack out of misguided anger and grief, yet he stepped out in that crucial moment.

He is the sole heir of the Jiang sect. He plans to get revenge, there's a war brewing, he has his sister to protect and take care of, along with the people of Yunmeng, that are now ruled by the ruthless Wen.

And yet he doesn't hesitate- he doesn't fucking hesitate to let himself be captured in order to save Wei Wuxian. He was beaten half to death. He lost his golden core. He had no way of knowing that would be fixed, he thought he would probably be killed.

And more importantly? What I will never get over?

He never mentioned it to Wei Wuxian. Not even when Wei Wuxian left; he didn't use it to persuade Wei Wuxian to stay with him, he didn't throw it in his face, he never breathed a word of it.

The most devastating part of both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng's sacrifices is that neither of them ever told each other.

Even more devastating is that Jiang Cheng has to live with the knowledge of what his brother gave up for him. Wei Wuxian, blissfully, doesn't.