#inspired by all the rain we’ve been getting where i live

[awildteddy]

kiddo who keeps stomping in rain puddles with no boots on + carer who picks them up and carries them over the puddles so their clothes don’t get wrecked

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Link Limit Reached! Check out replies for more recs ^^

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1. Any fics where wwx dies and becomes a water spirit? Or any plain water spirit wwx stories?

the past drifts away with the waves by thelastdboy (E, 5k, wangxian, WWX & Wen remnants, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, canon divergence, fall of lotus pier, major characger undeath, YZY being an asshole, implied/referenced child abuse, minor character death, major character injury, amputation, loss of limbs, transformation, merpeople, fierce corpse WWX, kind of, merperson WWX, resentful creature WWX, undead WWX, riverspirit WWX, it gets worse before it gets better, heavy angst w happy ending, no sunshot, hurt/comfort, politics, not cultivation world friendly, slow burn, getting together, revenge, demonic cultivation, WWX pov, dark WWX, monsterfucker LWJ, wen remnants live, sect leader WQ, WIP) i recently started this story

You still sound like a song by Moominmammashandbag (M, 64k, wangxian, WIP, Ghost!WWX, Mystery, LWJ plays inquiry, AU from after the Wens came to Lotus Pier, Most people lived, not everybody died, Angst with a Happy Ending, river spirit!WWX, Angst and Feels, description of murder, imminent smut, Execution, bad dog names, Poisons, Discussion of Attempted Murder, BAMF WWX, Family Feels)

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2. Hi! I recently saw the rec about a fic where WWX was pregnant and didn’t know, it was called blood, google and love, I believe, and I‘ve read that, and the fic inspired by the same post. So now I‘m in the mood for that „he didn’t know he was pregnant“ scenario. I don’t really care who the one pregnant is. Thank you so much! @desperation-is-my-middle-name​

Little fall of rain by luckymoonly (M, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, WWX didn’t now he was pregnant, mpreg, family feels, soft LQR, misunderstandings, jealous LWJ, fluff & angst, happy ending, smut, breastfeeding, thirsty granny, JGS being usual self)

Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal) And there's the, "I didn't know I was /still/ pregnant" fic 

Surprise Baby! by trulywicked (M, 10k, wangxian, modern cultivation, ABO, mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, accidental baby acquisation, didn’t know he was pregnant, birthing scene, blood, established relationship, fluff)

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3. hello!! can you guys suggest some hidden/secret child or any stories like lwj didnt know he had a child with wwx

The time we’ve lost by Anye (T, 54k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Everyone Is Alive, But they don't know that, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Twins, Misunderstandings)

Nothing but your heart by airinshaw (E, 21k, wangxian, modern, ABO, implied mpreg, first time, getting together, drama, angst w happy ending, anal sex, whump, breeding kink)

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4. Hello! If this ask is repeated please ignore it I’ve got a memory as bad as wwx and I forgot if I asked this already or not (Not to worry even if it WAS a repeat ask! ITMF posts have a lot of popular asks cycling through frequently ☺️ Repeats are even encouraged since there might have been found even more fics fitting those asks later on ~Mod L)

Anyways, for the itmf I’d like some kind of time travel but starring their parents, like Madam Lan or Canse or Wei Chanze or even Qinghengjun. But please it’s gotta have at least a little bit of wangxian too

Thank! Again sorry if I already asked this

🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, fix it, not YZY friendly, not Jiang friendly, butterfly effect, no sunshot, madam lan lives, lan WWX) /technically/ a YZY time travel fic?

An Inch of Grass, and All The Sunshine of Spring by ChilianXianzi (T, 1k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR & LWJ &WCZ, time travel, grief/mourning, parent-child relationship, found family, fluff & angst, CSSR & WCZ live, WIP) Does it count if it’s to the future? Either way, CSSR/WCZ time travel

The Long Winding Road Home by Admiranda (T, 12k, CSSR/WCZ, wangxian, time travel, post-canon, not JC friendly, fluff, family reunion, mocking LQR to his face, mocking JC to his face, wild rumours) another CSSR/WCZ travel forward in time

Love you always, in any form you come in by YumichanHamano (G, 7k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, post-canon, time travel, fluff) CSSR/WCZ time traveling forward again

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5. Hey ! This is a request for a very specific fic (not a fic finder ) Modern setting is preferred!

Is there any story where either lwj or wwx struggle with understanding social cues /jokes having trouble not being able to hold small talk etc.and people ( friends) making mean comments reactions to , etc..

Like struggling with mental health or

Basically struggling with neurodivergency not knowing their condition/ late diagnosis .

The Bunny Next Door by detailsinthefabric (E, 43k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bottom LWJ, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, LWJ Has Feelings, Soft WangXian, Internally Screaming LWJ, Neighbours)

this author writes neurodivergent wangxian in a very soft and gentle way her fics are locked to the archive so I don't know if I can link any fics?

leave all your love and your longing behind  by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly,   Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood   asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining,   Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the   asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation)

maybe together we can get somewhere (any place is better) by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 49k, LXC & LWJ, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, LWJ & LQE & LXC, modern, coming of age, QHJ raises his kids, child neglect, implied/referenced child abuse, teen romance, angst w happy ending, first kiss, implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced self-harm, neurodivergent wangxian)

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, modern, kid fic, good uncle LQR, neurodivergent LWJ, baby LWJ, baby WWX, parenthood, homophobia, implied/referenced child abuse, LQR pov, implied/referenced underage sex, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort)

deliciousblizzardshark also writes neurodivergent wangxian as well !

Lan Wangji and the Artificial Phallus by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 15k, wangxian, LWJ & MM, LWJ & LXC, modern, neurodivergent LWJ, virgin LWJ, WWX has ADHD, single parent WWX, trans WWX, implied/referenced trans male pregnancy, getting together, fluff & humor, panic attacks, anxiety, implied/referenced ableism, unreliable narrator, masturbation, bottom LWJ)

Heaven, Wait by sunflowersfield (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, neurodiversity, falling in love, getting together, happy ending, first dates, first kiss, hyperfixations, strangers to lovers, meet-cute)

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6. Hi. I’m kinda new to the whole tumbler asking and all 😅. But I would like to know if you have an fic where it

A) yu ziyuan bashing or the whole jiang family bashing

B) Everyone loving Wei ying and protective of him

C) The junior squad ABSOLUTELY LOVING wei ying ( i LOVE this prompt 😅🥹)

6A)

💖  Lessons relearned  by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu   Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical   Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse   Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) link in #10

A Curse Upon Your House (Nearly Worn Wings Take Flight) by Preludian_Staves (T, 5k, wangxian, canon divergence, curses, not YZY friendly, off-screen death, rogue cultivator WWX, happy ending, canon-typical violence, no war au, WWX leaves Jiang sect, JFM chooses YZY over WWX)

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

Through the Storm by marhikit (T, 33k, WangXian, Wen Xu/Male OC, WWX has siblings, Canon Divergence, Not Jiang Family Friendly, No golden core transfer, JZX & WWX friendship)

Debts of a Child by Hauntcats (M, 115k, WangXian, dark, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters.)

🧡 All will be well when the day is done  by abCEE (T, 76k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, fix it, not  YZY friendly, not Jiang friendly, butterfly effect, no sunshot, madam lan lives, lan WWX) link in #4

💖 Let the Heavens be the judge) by A_Mirror_of_memories (T, 4k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly)

the world wags on by justdoityoufucker (T, 5k, WCZ & WWX, WCZ & LQR, WCZ/LQR, canon divergence, pre-canon, WCZ lives, not everyone dies au, not Jiang friendly, past child abuse, canon Jiang family dynamics, not YZY friendly, parent- child relationship)

Haunted by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR & WWX & WCZ, canon divergence, revenge, not YZY friendly, not JC friendly, not Jiang friendly, non-linear narrative, canonical child abuse, child neglect, WIP but chapters can stand alone)

💖 Xiao-Ying of the Third Refugee Village by abCEE (T, 31k, wangxian, WWX banished from Jiang sect, not Jiang friendly, found family, mpreg, fluff, flirting)

💖 Light Source by abCEE (M, 31k, wangxian, not Jiang friendly, no golden core transfer, fall of the jiang sect, happy ending)

💖  in payment, a hand series by justdoityoufucker (M, 10k, wangxian, not jiang friendly, amputation, injury recovery, self reflection, abusive YZY, families of choice)

💖 To Speak Up by Vrishchika (M, 7k, wangxian, modern, child abuse, child neglect, not jiang friendly)

💖 crying like a fire in the sun by cl410 (T, 10k, wangxian, runaway WWX, not YZY friendly, rogue cultivator WWX, post-cloud recesses study, grandmother BSSR, angst w/ happy ending)

re 6a, I think we have Jiang Cheng bashing comp lol which might be up their alley

6C)

🧡 the stone-filled sea by yukla (T, 9k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Post-Canon, senior wei defense squad, [Podfic] the stone-filled sea by yukla by Beria1021, the stone-filled sea [Podfic] by BrickGrass) THIS ONE for #6c (junior squad loving wwx) but it’s mostly sizhui and jingyi

The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (T, 19k, WangXian, In-Universe RPF, Romance Novel, Post-Canon Fix-It, The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea))

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7. Hellooo, for the next itmf; I'm looking for a fic with alpha wwx and omega lwj. preferably a long fic but it doesn't really matter. Thank you!

Until There Was You Series by farawayanddreaming, InTheGreySpaces (E, 50k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Omega Verse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, LWJ In Denial About Sexuality, Bottom LWJ, Omega LWJ, Beta LXC, Sibling Incest, Sex as Therapy, LXC is the Best Brother, Worldbuilding, Lore creation, Canon Divergence, Submissive LWJ, but only kind of, Jade-cest, Chronic Pain, Terminal Illnesses, Grief/Mourning, Heavy Angst, Gentle Dominant WWX, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian)

to eclipse the night by quillifer (E, 15k, WangXian, Courtesan AU, alpha courtesan wwx, Omega LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Canon-era AU, light Violence, off-screen mentioned noncon (not btwn main ship), noncon, A/B/O, minor mentions of future mpreg)

your heart of shadows, your eyes like stars by DrPanda99 (E, 62k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, YLLZ WWX, LWJ Has a YLLZ Kink, Immortal WWX, Identity Porn, Humiliation, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Canon-Typical Violence, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mildly Dubious Consent, Happy Ending, Alternate Sunshot Campaign, Marriage)

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8. Any fanfic about Lan Wangji not growing up in the Lans? WangXian centric if possible. @catmaid-san​

The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, family, not lan sect friendly, canon typical violence & gore, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mothers who live, some people live/not everyone dies, [Podfic] Cold read of The Dreams of Youth by kisahawklin) Lwj leaves the lan sect and is raised by his mother.

My Boy Builds Coffins by enbysaurus_rex (Not Rated, 48k, WangXian, Coffin Maker AU, YL WWX, Location: Yílíng, LWJ builds coffins, Autistic LWJ, falling in love over a coffin, Hurt WWX, Mutual Pining, LWJ Has Feelings, Deathscapes, Death as a bittersweet community thing, accidental ecofiction, Farmer LWJ)

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9. Hi, please recommend  some of the best dark lwj fan fiction @dog-89

A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (E, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX) After slaughtering many cultivators lwj travels back in time and takes wwx for himself. Not dark as in cruel, but on the dark end if morally grey- lwj kills anyone who tries to get in the way of him and wwx

💖 Ominous by 3neetee (T, 5k, wangxian, pre-relationship, established relationship, character death, fae & fairies, changelings, dark LWJ, dark WWX, BAMF WWX, graphic description, suicide, implied/referenced domestic violence)

💖 I just wanted to see you so bad by Blackberreh, ThatOnePlatypus (T, 1k, wangxian, canon divergence, dark LWJ, minor character death, blood)

💖 demons run when a good man goes to war by Miranda_Aurelia (T, 20k, wangxian, LWJ & NHS, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, angst w happy ending, NHS & LWJ friendship, not JGY friendly, dark LWJ, revenge, (presumed) major character death, not LXC friendly)

💖 Somewhere Sits an Empty Throne by Siamesa (E, 19k, WangXian, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, tgcf fusion, Gods & Goddesses, Ghosts, Romance, vengeance, Dark LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending)

💖 Do you want to hear by allollipoppins, dameauxgentianes (T, 12k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, canon divergence, not everyone dies au, epistolary, Madam Lan lives, minor character death, dark LWJ, Lan WWX, bad parents JFM & YZY, good uncle LQR, no sunshot campaign)

💖  Like the sea loves the shore by Say (E, 15k, wangxian, LQY & WWX, implied/referenced WWX/WC, F/F, rule 63, dark LWJ, protective LWJ, sirens, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst w/ happy ending, eventual smut, human WWX, siren LWJ, age difference, non-human genitalia, minor character death)

💖  Buried in the Sky, Hallowed by thy Depths by themunchking (T, 9k, wangxian, supernatural elements, sirens, dark wangxian, canon-typical violence)

💖 The Way You Tremble by themunchking (E, 6k, wangxian, murder husbands, vampires, blood, violence, supernatural elements)

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10. In the mood for a timetravel AU where it's not wangxian that timetravels but someone else.

Heliocentric by Aki_no_hikari (T, 13k, Time Travel Fix-It, slight angst at the beginning, badass wq, Murder, dark!wq, although not as dark as she could be) Wen Qing time travel

Who You Condemn by osiesaur (M, 53k, LXC/NMJ, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, semi-successful fix-it, 3zun dynamics, grief/mourning, chronic illness, angst w happy ending,not everyone dies au, WIP) LXC time travels (the other two fics in the series also have non-wangxian time travel)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

Baby Of Mine by pupeez4eva (G, 3k, wangxian, time travel, humor, canon divergence, everyone lives, gusu school days, family) I really like this one where baby a-yuan time travels

💖 Alternative Choices by StarClearWaters (Readoutloud) (T, 20k, wangxian, time travel, butterfly effect, LXC pov, protective LXC, temporary character death, mpreg, panic attacks) LXC time travels multiple times

💖 Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) LQR time travels

💖 The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WWX & WQ, LXC & WWX, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, possessive LWJ, oblivious WWX, fluff, siblings, romance, golden core reveal, golden core fix-it) LXC time travels, link in #16B

💖 secondhand regrets by spookykingdomstarlight (T, 18k, JGY/NHS, wangxian, NHS/WWX, time travel fix-it, canon divergence, curses, cloud recesses study arc, jealousy, misunderstandings, petty LWJ, pining, minor romantic experimentation between NHS/WWX, jealous LWJ) NHS time travels

💖 With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder) WQ time traveling

Jiang Rising by eebee (M, 134k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, JC&WQ, JYL/LXC/NMJ, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, JYL is out of fucks, WQ never even had many, epistolary, polyamory negotiations, WIP) JYL time travels

Keeping Our Promises Unbroken by ColdBloodedReptile (M, 80k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL & WWX & JC, JYL & WQ, LWJ & JYL, canon divergence, time travel, fix-it of sorts, not everyone dies, angst w eventual happy ending, fluff, family feels, slow burn, JYL pov, found family, sibling bonding, protective siblings, occasional LWJ pov, canon-typical violence, WIP) here's a Yanli (and surprise other) time travel fic

💖 How Much Love Has the Inch Long Grass by Vainwyrm (M, 12k, WIP,  WangXian, ZhuiLingYi, XuanLi, Time Travel Fix-It, Permanent Injury,   Disability, Canon Disabled Character, Physical Disability, Non-canon   disabled character, Self-Worth Issues) The juniors time travel

💖 The Stuff of Legend by pupeez4eva (T, 21k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, time travel, humor, cloud recesses study days, post-canon, matchmaking, misunderstandings, WIP) Another time travel for juniors

💖 Who Ever Said the Past is Set in Stone? by Tekia (T, 24k, time travel, not a fix-it, and then a fix-it, canon-typical violence, sunshot campaign, canon divergence, suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, depression) juniors time travel multiple times

💖 The night sky is vast and wide by RedWritingHood (not rated, 5k, WC & WWX, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, WC the embodiment of fear and anxiety, PTSD, WC suffering, WC & WWX... friendship?, concerned WWX, frightened WC, sweetheart WN) Wen Chao ends up time traveling

💖 the peaceful old broad river by Sienne (not rated, 11k, WQ & WWX & WN, WQ pov, time travel, found family, family feels, no golden core transfer) WQ time travels in this one!

💖 A Brother's Choice by Admiranda (G, 8k, gen, time travel, yiling bros, animal death, minor character death, WN has no time for fools, YZY’s canonical cruelty, post-canon setting) WN time travels

💖 aim to repaint these days by NinthFeather (T, 2k, time travel fix-it, junior shenanigans, humor, sunshot campaign) Juniors again

💖 Drag Me Into Your Coffin (I Will Drag Your Sins Into the Light) by the5leggedCricket (G, 2k, canon divergence, temporary character death, time travel fix-it, BAMF LXC) LXC time travels

💖 Back in time  by LilacNeko (T, 32k, wangxian, time travel fix-it of sorts, angst, family feels, good kid LSZ, sad JL)

💖 i’ll keep walking by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, WQ &WWX & WN, wangxian, time travel fix-it, not JC friendly, everyone lives au, found family)

💖 parent trap by tongzhi (T, 23k, JL & LSZ & LJY & OYZZ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, time travel, cloud recesses study arc, humor, bad matchmaking)

💖 无别无离 | Without Farewells, Without Parting by dragongirlG (M, 30k, Junior Quartet, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, POV Alternating, Jin Ling’s Hundredth Day Celebration, qiongqi path, Family Feels, Hopeful Ending)

💖 Mission: Ensure A Better Future by a_dancer (Not rated, 21k, wangxian, junior quartet, time travel)

💖 Truth, Like an Arrow by Nahiel (T, 3k, wangxian, character death, time travel fix-it, WN is a good boy)

To Fix Your Twisted Reflection by Dgcakes (ficsnfun) (M, 167k, 3zun, time travel fix-it, slow burn, trust, healthy relationships, or at least trying)

Snapping brushes by Kayo_San (T, 63k, NHS & NMJ, time travel fix-it, Nie sect theories)

from the top, this time with personality by thunderwear (G, 15k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, time travel, JYL stands up for herself, family feels, WIP)

Sunlight Through Pines by handsofstardust (M, 66k, JGY/NMJ, wangxian, JZX/JYL, JC/NHS, time travel, eventual romance, pining, verbal abuse)

Wandering Eyes series by AstaraelWeeps (M, 14k, JGY & NHS, NHS & NMJ, JGY & NMJ & LXC, 3zun, time travel fix-it, outsider pov in the first part, JGY pov, murder, JGS being a creep, self-assigned honeypot, dub con, attempted rape/non-con, scheming NHS)

You might like fics in #4 and #16B also

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11. ITMF request! (for when AO3 returns from the war): I am looking for WangXian fic that includes very close and loving Twin Jades (not Jadecest). Fics where LXC mercilessly teases his didi, where LWJ makes it his mission to pull his brother out of seclusion post-canon, where LXC and LWJ are "battle bros" of the highest order, where they try their damnedest to embarrass each other in front of other people in the most stoic, staid, subtle Lan way possible! @kimboo-york

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12. i wanted to ask if there are any recs for fics in which wwx is saved by lwj, like from the jiangs or whatever, doesn't even have to be heavy whump, but very much jiang slandering.

(not yanli or jiang chen necessarily, but feel free to include anti madam and fengmian propaganda :3)!! @clawmark

🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 48k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU) also preludian_staves

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13. In the mood for fics where people mistake Lan Sizhui as the biological son of WangXian / Lan Sizhui showing habits & similarities to WangXian (based off a reply to a previous ask - Mod C) @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

the-marathon-continues-nip: 13a, I have a fic that fits this in my bookmarks , I just have to find it , can the requester bookmark this post cause I might take a couple days to find it. it's a modern AU and it was a 5 times type thing where the premise was 5 times lan zhan got mistaken for being wen yuans dad or something like that over the years. it's very sweet. maybe somebody might remember it?

Just Like His Father by narikanyan (G, 2k, WangXian, Kid Fic, Mistaken Identity, A-Yuan is WWX's, Fluff, Falling In Love) I found it !!

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14. Hi! For the next ITMF I wanted to ask for fics where WWX relates to YZY when he has to hide A-Yuan to save him at the siege (I don't even know if there's a fic like this lol) Like, both of them had to make the difficult decision to leave alone their child and go back to fight, and that was the last time they saw their children before dying. Thank you mods! @jiangclaritybell

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15. Hi, I'm looking for stories where Lan Zhan overprotects Lan Sizhui. He is so overprotective that he won't let him leave Cloud Recesses without company. Sometimes he won't even let it out.If you can find stories that deal with that would be amazing. Thank you. @majhe2026

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16. itmf for outsider pov fics

A) wangxian's relationship development through an outside perspective

B) time travel (doesn't matter who time travels back) through an outsider's perspective

16A)

💙 Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, WangXian, 3rd person pov, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

16B)

I Have Been Selfish, Too by osiesaur (M, 176k, 3zun, JGY & NHS, JGY & JZX & MXY & QS, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, everyone lives au, outsider pov, happy ending, fluff & angst, scheming NHS, protective NHS, 3zun dynamics, anxiety, PTSD, mental health issues, chronic pain, chronic illness, canon-typical abuse & bigotry)

💖 That Moment When You Find Out That Your Classmates Apparently Have a Fighting Kink by BonBonWaifu (T, 2k, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel, outsider pov, NHS pov, sexual tension, fighting kink, cloud recesses study arc)

💖 Marry for Love by tuesday (T, 3k, JYL/NHS, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, minor character death, outsider pov, political marriage)

💖 The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WWX & WQ, LXC & WWX, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, possessive LWJ, oblivious WWX, fluff, siblings, romance, golden core reveal, golden core fix-it)

💖 Who Ever Said the Past is Set in Stone? by Tekia (T, 24k, time travel, not a fix-it, and then a fix-it, canon-typical violence, sunshot campaign, canon divergence, suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, depression) IIRC this one fits here too, link in #10

💖 bleed by justdoityoufucker (T, 5k, WangXian, Sunshot Campaign, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Families of Choice, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Canon JC Characteristics, Not Jiāng Chéng Friendly)

💖 Targets by nirejseki (G, 10k, NHS & NMJ, JC & WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX & JC, canon divergence, time travel, outsider POV, families of choice, unexpected consequences)

💖 things happen, don’t ask by MarbleGlove (T, 6k, wangxian, time travel, outsider POV, Mojo’s post)

💖 rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 2k, wangxian, time travel, outsider pov, jiang cheng POV, Mojo’s post)

💖 Wei Wuxian’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good First Meeting With His Future by Enigmatree (T, 3k, wangxian, time travel, outsider pov, YLLZ WWX)

Wandering Eyes series by AstaraelWeeps (M, 14k, JGY & NHS, NHS & NMJ, JGY & NMJ & LXC, 3zun, time travel fix-it, outsider pov in the first part, JGY pov, murder, JGS being a creep, self-assigned honeypot, dub con, attempted rape/non-con, scheming NHS)

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17. ITMF teen wangxian shenanigans

Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets) (E, 31k, wangxian, canon divergence, pining while fucking, friends w benefits, cloud recesses study arc, first time, practise kissing, sharing a bed, smut, loss of virginity, getting together, confessions, happy ending)

Wei Laoshi, Poonslayer by FeelsForBreakfast (E, 6k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, POV LWJ, straight boy wwx, Loss of Virginity, Getting Together)

when you love somebody, bite your tongue by sophiahelix (E, 17k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, first time, just the tip, only one bed, horny teenagers, sharing a bed, fantasizing, size kink)

your petals that bloom in the snow by lulu_kitty (T, 10k, wangxian, modern w magic, cloud recesses study arc, skaterboy WWX, everyone lives au)

Conjunction by DrJLecter (T, 12k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, soulmates au, soulmate identifying song, WWX is a menace, pining, supportive LXC, meddling LXC, LWJ pov)

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cold secrets, warm light (simon “ghost” riley x f!reader) - part 1/3

I wasn’t going to write more, but then I was like “okay what if…” and then this story was born. I’m splitting it into parts because this bitch lengthy as hell.

This takes place in the same universe as cold hands, warm heart and is seen as a continuation of that fic. A spiritual part 3, if you will.  

Rating: Mature (Explicit Language, violence, blood/injuries) 

Fic warnings: hurt/comfort, tending to injuries, touch!starved ghost, mentions of murder/suicide (not related to main characters), unplanned pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, forced proximity (haha bitches u gotta live together), injuries/discussions of lack of mobility, canon-typical violence/consequences, reader goes feral to protect ghost, then he goes feral to protect her, mutual respect, lovers to soulmates.

** All the names of politicians are fake/do not relate to any living or deceased person. I also created 2 entire locations because I don’t want to use the real world lmao. (Al-Qunbar & Noreth)

No use of Y/N. Reader is described as muscular/toned with scars from active combat/torture, and no other descriptors are used.

Summary: Soap’s been shot. Price makes the call to bring him to a safe house occupied by an old associate. And when Lt. Ghost crashes into your orbit again, your treasured secret is revealed, and the aftermath inspires you to ask him to follow you into the light.

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“Fuck!” Soap shouts before he collapses into the muddy marsh. Ghost whirls around to provide cover. The ricocheting gunfire and Johnny’s desperate, pained breath in his earpiece fills his head. A migraine pounds behind his eyelids. They’re exposed. They’re sitting fucking ducks out here.

Ghost yells, “get up, Johnny!”

“I’m fucking tryin’” Soap grits out. He crawls through the mud and his leg drags uselessly and heavy behind him. His temples flare. His mud-streaked face flushes red under the hot Noreth sun. A stinging pain slits across Ghosts’ shoulder. He ignores it.

Ghost returns fire, “Price, tell me we’ve got evac!” He shouts brusquely into his comm. His voice crackles like a dry log. “Affirmative, Lieutenant.”

Bloody hell.  Ghost crouches into the tall, swaying reeds, his pants are slick with dark earth, and his reflection ripples in the rich, cloudy water before disappearing in a plume of umber. He pulls Johnny’s arm over his shoulders and lifts him from the muck.

“On your feet, soldier.”  He barks. The helicopter rains hell from above, covering their exit, as the Humvee’s tires squelch and squeal to a harsh, mud-splattering stop.

He yanks the door open, “Soap’s been hit!”

“How bad?” Price demands.

Soap’s face crumples and he turns his head away from Price’s line of sight. “I can’t feel my leg.”

Fuck.

The tires spin wetly. The truck jolts forward, jostling them, as Price’s boot slams onto the accelerator. Ghost doesn’t bother asking where they’re going. He trusts Price to get them the hell out of here and into safety. The wetland fades into dirt roads and tiny rocks rebound with sharp, tinny pings against the vehicle's undercarriage. Ghost hangs onto the handlebar above and frequently checks behind him.

“You’re bleeding.” Price observes. Shiny wetness glistens across his black sleeve. He doesn’t feel it. His body is thrumming with adrenaline. There is gunfire and grenades in his head.

Ghost glances at his arm. “Superficial.”

“Suit yourself.” The Captain murmurs under his breath. They pass farmland and wetlands. Most of Noreth is contained within these two biomes. It’s flat, and warm, and their winters are mild. Price joked that it wouldn’t be a bad place to retire.

“Still with us, MacTavish?” asks Price while glancing in the rearview toward him.

“Affirmative, sir.”

“Good. We’re here.” The truck crests over a small hill and Ghost stiffens at the sight of a woman approaching their vehicle. She raises a hand. Price slows to a stop. There’s a dilapidated barn behind her, its roof caved in, but he notices the flash of a sniper’s scope in the loft. On the side of the barn, a pickup truck is parked, and an obvious metal ladder juts from the truck bed. It feels like a set up. It feels like a trap. He stiffens. His finger poises over the trigger of his pistol.

“Price…” Ghost injects a note of warning into his voice. Where are they? Who is this woman?

“At ease, Ghost.”

She approaches the driver side window. Her head is wrapped in a navy Shayla and her chestnut brown hair peeks from the scarf. The right side of her face is scarred, her brown skin bumpy and ridged.

His chest aches. A phantom pain, an old memory. He doesn’t have a heart. Not even a cold one. He said goodbye to his heart nearly three years ago in a hospital room. But, if he were to think about it, about you, he’d remember your scars. He crushes the thought. He buries it among the rest.

“You’ve gone the wrong way, traveler.” She says, neither unkindly nor kindly. Her walkie-talkie crackles suddenly at her hip.

A voice slices through the static.

“They’re clear. Over.”

The words blind him. He grips the handlebar and his knuckle joints crackle under the pressure. It can’t be. It’s impossible. He must’ve misheard. But he doesn’t make mistakes. It is your voice. It’s you. It’s you, you, you–come back to haunt him, damn him, torment him with a life he cannot have.

You said goodbye. You both did. That was meant to be the end of it.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You peer through the scope one last time, seeing Ghost, seeing Price, and your heart threatens to detonate your ribs and send your organs flying. You scramble on your stomach, intending to rise and join her, but Samira’s voice comes through the walkie-talkie.

“Three in the vehicle, one wounded. Over.”

You bite your tongue. Ice slithers through your veins, numbing them, and your teeth chatter in your skull. You stop yourself from asking how badly, or where, or whom. Samira is an ex-army medic, and her knowledge greatly outclasses your own. She’s needed. And you are better suited here.

“Go.” You reply, “send Agathi to cover your shift, over.”

“Copy.”

Through the scope, you watch Samira wave at them, but Ghost clambers out of the passenger side. He looks directly into the loft. You nudge and wiggle yourself deeper into the shadows. It’s pointless. Awareness ruptures across your skin in equal parts euphoria and dread. You’ve dreamed of reunions. But that’s all they ever were, all they ever could be. Dreams. Paltry. Insubstantial. They were akin to the stories you created in the cemetery. A way to cope amidst the madness and subterfuge.

You bring the radio to your lips. Below, you can hear Samira arguing with Ghost that he cannot go into the barn because it’s dangerous.

“I bet it’s dangerous alright.”  He grouses. You snicker and roll your eyes.

Samira opens her arms to stop him. If the choice is between keeping you safe and helping strangers, then it is no choice at all for her. She will choose you every single time. You know this.

“It’s alright.” You announce into the walkie-talkie. “Go help the others and don’t make me pull rank. Over.”

Samira glares mutinously at the loft. She replies, “we have no rank. But I will go out of the goodness of my heart. Over and out.”

You stifle another laugh. Samira is pretending to be sarcastic and cold, but you know her better than anyone. She’s warm. She cares. You would not be here–you would not be alive–if not for her.

You set the rifle aside, though you are not unarmed as you climb down the rickety, wooden ladder into the decayed, rotting barn. You hear the truck pull away, gravel and dirt kicking up beneath its tires, and you walk toward the sliver of angelic daylight that pours between the large doors. You don’t use the barn door. It’s likely to fall off its hinges if you did. Instead, you push aside several wooden planks nearby and crawl out of the barn. You return the planks to their rightful place and kick grass with the toe of your boot to hide your tracks.

His shadow is the first thing you see. Big and imposing, stretching in the open sunlight, a dark splotch against the overgrown grass. You inhale slowly and prepare yourself.  

You meet his eyes for the first time in nearly a year.

The world stops spinning. Or it spins too fast. It’s hard to say. You feel, somehow, both grounded and completely out of orbit. Your throat is painfully dry, uncooperative, and you swallow around the strange tightness before breathing sharply through your nostrils. Ghost is as you remember. You are both relieved by his consistency and saddened by it. The world will change, regimens will rise and fall, ice caps will melt, but Simon will remain immovable and unchanging.

You observe, “you’re wounded.”

“It’s nothing I can’t manage.”

You roll your eyes. You don’t doubt it, but he should know as well as anyone that an injury can get infected without proper treatment. You walk to the parked truck and open the glovebox to remove the first-aid kit. The truck barely runs, but it’s good cover and makes it seem like someone is trying to repair the barn in case any patrols pass by.  

“Who else was in the truck?” You ask, setting the kit on the passenger seat and snapping on a pair of latex gloves.

“Soap.”

Your heart freezes. You’re thankful Ghost he cannot read your expression due to your turned back. Your mind flashes with images, with memories of MacTavish. Your time was limited with him, but his kindness and earnestness made a lasting impression.

You cannot stop yourself from asking, “how bad is it?”

“Don’t know.” He replies gruffly.

“Classified?” You venture, glancing over your shoulder to him.

Ghost hooks his thumbs underneath the straps of his tactical vest and shifts his weight. You take his silence as an affirmative. He has no reason to tell you, really. You aren’t part of his task force. You aren’t anything, anymore. Not to him, not to anyone. With that thought firm in mind, you grab the scissors and approach Ghost, your expression calm and neutral.

“May I?”

Ghost nods stiffly. You lift his t-shirt sleeve with your littlest finger and snip away a section of fabric that’s caked and sticky with blood. Thankfully, the wound is little more than a graze. A bullet passed him but did not lodge itself into his skin. You click your tongue and smile archly.  

“Lucky.”

“I told you it’d be fine.”

“Not if it gets infected.” You say in a singsong, wiping away blood with an alcohol pad. He doesn’t even wince. You avoid his eyes, focused on the injury, though you can feel Ghosts’ attention burning into the side of your face like an open flame. It doesn’t need stitches. You disinfect the area and tape a piece of gauze. Your touch is careful and practiced and never lingering no matter how badly you want to.

Once finished, you drag your eyes away from the glaring, white square of gauze on his skin and drift toward his skull mask.

He holds your gaze for what feels like a lifetime. You haven’t forgotten the intensity of those dark, mysterious eyes. You recall them in every variation–heavily lidded with lust, intense and serious, suspicious, or dark and narrowed, bright like coffee with sarcastic humor and bad jokes.

Beneath his gaze, Ghost makes you feel as if you are the only object in the universe.

You realize slowly that your fingertips are on his bicep. You tentatively pull your hand away and his muscle jumps reflexively at the absence of your touch.

“It’s good to see you.” You admit softly.

His gaze softens imperceptibly. Agathi’s voice comes through your walkie-talkie, informing you that she’ll be there in a minute, and that she’s bringing along Kaja, so you can speak with ‘Mr. Price.’

You laugh when Agathi calls him ‘Mr.’ instead of Captain. Ghost’s breath hitches in his throat.

You respond, biting your lip to stop your smile, “copy that. Over and out.”

Your stolen moments of reunion with Simon beside the barn dwindle like dry tumbleweeds across the desert. You are grateful for whatever little time you have considering you never expected to see him again. Yet, you are selfish and wishing you could have more time.

You organize and store the first-aid supplies, tucking your bloody gloves in your back pocket to throw them away once you’re in the house. Ghost says nothing. He watches you. If it were anyone else–you’d bark at them for leering, for being creepy, but this is Ghost, it’s Simon. You are – intimately -  comfortable with his gaze on you. A sudden flush of heat burns your ears.

Agathi rounds the corner with Kaja behind her. Agathi is nearly six feet tall and seeing her next to Ghost is impressive and it puts his massive height into perspective. Her hair is short and blonde, and her striking blue eyes are hidden behind her large, dark aviator sunglasses. Kaja is younger than Agathi and a foot shorter. She is olive-skinned and has dark, ruffled hair that lays across her head like a raven’s nest.

“Whoa.” Kaja says when she sees Ghost, then looks to you quizzically, “he a friend of yours?”

You nod. “Old friend.”

“You said all your friends were dead.” Agathi says. She is less welcoming than Kaja and rightfully distrustful.

You smile at her. “They are.”

Agathi scoffs and pushes her sunglasses up at her nose with two fingers. She doesn’t say anything when she walks away from you, but you can feel suspicion radiating from her. However, the task force is under your protection, and she won’t do anything to anyone beyond sneering. Kaja watches you leave with awe on her youthful face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After ten minutes of silence, you see your haven in the distance.

“Agathi has two boys. Sven and James.” You announce. “Try not to brood so much and scare them.” Ghost’s footsteps are light beside yours and you move like wraiths down the dusty road.

“That’s risky.” He intones, voice deep and scratchy.

You whip your face toward his, frowning. There is risk to everything, you think. But you know Agathi. You trust her. You care for her. You know Ghost isn’t judging her, only taking the intel he has, and drawing a pragmatic conclusion. Noreth is at war and traveling with multiple people–especially children–increases the overall danger. Still, despite knowing this, you cannot help but defend her.

“What? Was she meant to leave them behind?”  You shove your curled fists into your pockets. You made a similar decision six months ago. Although, in retrospect, it wasn’t much of a choice at all.

“Besides,” you continue, your tone and face hot, the sun beating down on the back of your neck like someone’s gaze. “It’s easier to think of this place as a sanctuary. A temporary place for refugees to recover before they continue onward.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Six months.”

“Since Al-Qunbar then.”

You wince at his steel-trap memory. Nothing slips by Ghost. Six months ago, you fled Al-Qunbar and settled into Noreth with Samira’s help. The recent conflict between East and West Noreth has torn asunder all the comfort and stability your little ragtag family found.

“Thereabouts, yeah.”

“And is this what the agency has you doing?” He motions with his chin toward the house, “running a safe haven?”

You suck your lower lip between your teeth, worrying flesh between your teeth, and shrug noncommittally.

The agency no longer owns you. No one does. You wish you could celebrate this with him, but you don’t know what his reaction will be. Will he call you a coward and say you are abandoning your country? Or will he be grateful that you’re no longer in the line of fire? That you're no longer puppeteering diplomats and manipulating powers beyond your ken?  If you explained your reasoning, explained why, would he understand? Or would he hate you for keeping secrets?

He doesn’t press for more information, and you don’t try to fill the silence with idle chatter. You’re reminded of your long, quiet treks through the fresh snow in Russia. Your face tucked in your scarf, the air bright and sharp, the sky a delirious blue like chlorine above your heads. You’d walk for hours without saying anything.

You watch two birds’ flit across a sky of cotton ball shaped clouds. You hope the conflict and fighting will not reach you, but you know it’s a foolish dream. Your lips twist in a chagrined smile.

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Your safe haven consists of two buildings. The first is a two-story house with a front porch, bulletproof glass windows, and peeling, chipped green paint. There is laundry strung up on the line and it flaps like an elephant’s ear. The second building is smaller, the size of a studio apartment, the roof is squat and flat, and the brown paint appears baked-on from the distance. Price’s vehicle is parked outside alongside Kaja’s pet project motorcycle—still in pieces. The infirmary is sequestered and guarded from the main house. A necessary precaution for privacy and sustainability.

Despite the soundproofing and the roaring generator for electricity, you hear Price’s voice. You grimace, looking back at Simon briefly, before opening the door.

“And I’m telling you,” Samira exclaims, “I will not move him! He must not be moved!”

“I need him out of this zone in order to extract him.” Price says.

“He cannot go!” Samira’s dark brown eyes meet yours. “Talk sense into your old Captain,” She gestures impatiently with both hands. A bloody blue smock covers her clothes and a surgical mask dangled from one ear.

You ask, “what happened?”

Samira debriefs you. Soap was shot in his lower back. She managed to remove the bullet, but she suspects moderate to severe nerve damage, and he’ll need physical therapy included in his recovery plan if he wants to walk again. Price wants to remove him and return him to Scotland.

However, Samira explains he’ll need to wait a minimum of four weeks before traveling overseas, otherwise he’ll risk blood clotting and other complications. Although Price is willing to honor and uphold the secrecy of your haven and not request a direct evacuation–he wants to drive Soap to a safe zone and have him evacuated from there.

“He stays.” Samira says sternly, “or he dies.”

Price looks at Ghost and you.

“Lt, can I talk to you outside?”

You step aside to let them pass and approach Samira. You expression pinches in worry and you touch her shoulder. Your stomach binds itself into knots. In your mind, you see Soap smiling and crossing his arms after you defeated him in a card game, your heart alive with mirth for the first time in years.

You peel your words free like dried, white crafting glue, “is he going to be alright?”

“That’s mostly up to him right now.” Samira sighs, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. About two months ago, a refugee died on Samira’s operating table from an ill-fated bullet wound. You hope that Soap isn’t as unlucky. Your eyes dart to the window to Soap and Price, talking with their heads bent low, and the knot in your stomach tightens.

“Can we move him to the house?”

Samira nods. “In a few hours, yes.”

“Good. I don’t like it when everyone is spread out.”

You wait until Ghost and Price are finished before offering to take them into the house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two blonde boys run out of the front door toward you. One has the gawkish and long-limbed awkwardness of a teenager, his pale face is dotted with pimples, his smile is wide and crinkles the skin around his clear, blue eyes. You open your arms and the smaller, younger one leaps into them. His blonde hair shines golden beneath the sun. You spin him in a circle, and he giggles, delighted. Ghost is momentarily stunned.

When was the last time he heard a child laugh? His expression stiffens. His breath shudders and fans through his mask. You set the boy down. His big, curious blue eyes look past you and toward Price and him.

“James, this is Ghost.” You gesture to him, “and this is Captain Price.”

“Like a boat captain?” asks James.

“Something like that.” Price responds warmly.

You introduce the teenager as Sven. Agathis’ boys clearly and obviously adore you. While walking to the door, James holds your hand and prattles endlessly about a ‘dragon game’ that he and his brother are playing. Your replies are warm, attentive, and genuinely curious about his make-believe game. He wonders if it’s an act. Another layer of subterfuge, to make the residents of this place feel welcome and safe, all part of your role—whatever that may be. But the moment the thought passes his mind, he dismisses it.

There is something to you that didn’t exist before. The light you carried within has changed, it has shifted, and he doesn’t know if anyone else can see it. He doubts Price notices it. The scathing, self-loathing part of him entertains the idea that you’ve fallen in love with someone. That would explain the lightness to your step and the glowing warmth of your smile. He roughly shoulders the dark thoughts to another dusty corner of his mind.

“And you, you’d be a red dragon.” James says knowingly, his voice filled with innocent wisdom.

You laugh. He wants to get drunk on that sound – your laugh. It bubbles inside his veins like dry, expensive champagne. It heats his skin like a good sunburn. He can endure any level of torture as long as he has your laughter playing on a loop within his mind.

“Why red?”

James clarifies, “because red dragons are strong! A-and they have magic fire powers.”

“Ah!” You chuckle, “that makes sense.”

James asks, “will you play with us after dinner?”

You don’t even pause to think about it. “Of course!”

The front door leads into a sitting room with overstuffed, stripey couches and black iron wood stove with a thick column that feeds into the wall. Next to it, a narrow kitchen is painted robin’s egg blue. A small, ancient white fridge is humming in the corner and the oven has several knitted washcloths dangling from its handle.

The light fixtures are barren, their sockets empty or completely removed from the walls their thin wires exposed like intestines. The file on Noreth comes to his mind. Earlier in the conflict, families blacked out their houses with dark, heavy curtains or bedsheets, or removed their lights to hide from the air raids. However, the aerial risk has since vanished now that Noreth’s only airport is smoldering ruins.

He imagines you efficiently pinning up curtains and unscrewing lightbulbs. He wonders if you said anything to the children, offered them explanations, or words of comfort. His tongue tingles like he’s pressed it to a live battery charged with a thousand questions.

Price is engaging you in conversation, and your voice is amicable, but your body language is guarded. He notices you – more than once – avoid a pointed question and maneuver around it like an Olympic figure-skater. Topics like Noreth’s political climate or the safety measures at the house are encouraged, but any personal questions about yourself or the other women living at the haven are swiftly evaded. Ghost stands near the door, watching through the window toward the road and he occasionally looks at you or the two boys building a puzzle on the living room floor.

“You’re confident then?” Price is saying, “Samira can handle Soap’s recovery?”

“I trust Samira with my life.” You say, steadfast and poised. Ghost’s molars gnash and he averts his gaze. Jealousy burns like acid reflux in his gut. “If I had any reservations whatsoever about her abilities then I would argue against her call.”

“You have everything you need for him?” Price prompts. Ghost almost wants to give him shit for being overbearing like an old, nervous mother hen. He checks out the window. All clear. Samira paces outside the infirmary, smoking. He finds that wonderfully ironic. A doctor who smokes. He scowls. Who is Samira to you? Do you trust her because of your circumstance? Or because you’re teammates? Or has something happened between you?

You respond, “yes.”

Price sighs heavily like the air inside his lungs is a physical object that he can lift and carry around.

“Samira says she’ll move him in a few hours. You’re welcome to stay until then.”

Price grins, “and stay for dinner?”

“It gives us a reason to take out the nice, fancy plates.” You smile easily. Ghost greedily traces the lines of your mouth from his peripheral vision. He can savor it when your smile isn’t direct at him. He wishes he could pull you aside, speak privately, but this isn’t a job where something as childish as wishes get granted.

He realizes he can’t stay in this room, listening to Price make small talk, hearing the soft murmuring and excited chatter of the children on the carpet. He needs to be useful otherwise his temper will shorten, and his mood will sour like curdled milk.

He says to Price, “I’m goin’ to check the perimeter.”

“Copy that, Lt.” Price nods.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You chop onions for the soup stock and your vision blurs with tears. Through the blinking, wet haze, you see Price regard you with warm familiarity and steady, quiet gentleness.

“It’s good to see you alive, Lux.” He says softly. “Seems like I made the right call.”

Your chest warms. It’s nice to see his face and talk to him again despite the shitty circumstance.

“Getting sentimental in your old age?” You joke to hide how deeply his comment affected you. You’re happy to have the onions as an excuse for the tears strolling down your cheeks.  

He laughs. His white teeth flash and his eyes are enfolded by mirthful wrinkles. “At ease, solider.”

You wipe your wet eyes and glance toward the door that Ghost exited through. Price’s eyebrow notches upward and he leans his arms on the countertop. Your scalp prickles. You suddenly feel like a teenager caught passing a note to their crush in class. His perceptive eyes narrow and the unsaid question lingers in the onion-smelling air between you.

“He’s the same.” You explain quietly, shrugging.

“He’s not,” says Price.

You occupy your hands by scooping the chopped onions into a large soup pot and avert your eyes from Price. You aren’t sure if this is a conversation you’re supposed to have or meant to have. Ghost is private. It feels wrong – no – it feels treacherous to talk about him when he’s not in the room.

“You and MacTavish.” Price continues without prompting, “you’ve changed him for the better, I think.”

“Oh,” you say, “that’s good.” You say it like you’re commenting on the weather. You shove as much nonchalance into your tone to make it boring. Ordinary. But your mind spins wildly on its axis. Ghost has changed on some level because of you. And it was noticeable enough to catch the attention of his superior officer, someone who has known him for years. You wonder if it’s the same for you. You wonder if Price can see Ghosts’ fingerprints all over your skin. Wordlessly, you tuck your moth charm necklace inside your shirt.

The necklace isn’t your only secret connection to Ghost. There is a more precious, more sacred secret. And he’s sleeping upstairs. You imagine telling Price about him, but immediately disregard the idea. There’s no guessing what Price’s reaction would be. Or Simon’s. No. It’s safer for everyone if he remains a secret. Your heart aches with foolish, idyllic longing to walk outside and talk to Simon and pour out every feeling you’ve bottled over the past six months.

You redirect the conversation away from Ghost and shelve your deep, complicated feelings aside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When he returns hours later, you are peeling potatoes. He admires your skilled, careful hands and the sunset behind you frames you in butterscotch gold and hazy yellow.

A memory hits his skull like a stun grenade. In Russia, you skinned a rabbit in front of him and he called you a ‘proper boy scout’. You laughed, your head thrown back, your hands red and slimy. He thinks that might’ve been the moment his heart started to thaw.

Samira says something to you in her native tongue. You reply with a faux-serious expression but then your eyes crinkle and your smile runs the facade. Is this what you’ve been up to? Making soup and hiding in old barns?

Steam rises and billows from the pot around your face like a cloud. You tap the wooden spoon rhythmically against the rim. His heart squeezes like a fist. Price and Soap talk lowly in the sitting area, Soap in a wheelchair, Price leaning his hip against the arm of the sofa with his muscular arms crossed and his face drawn.

The domesticity of this moment should frighten him, it should fill him with self-loathing, yet all he feels is keening, sharp yearning. This could be any kitchen in the world. It hurts to look at you. It feels like heartburn. He balls his fingers into fists.  

Price’s words come unbidden to his mind: “You need to stay here,” he said.

“What d’you mean?” Ghost said, scowling behind his mask.

“Noreth is a war zone. I can’t pull Soap out, so you need to stay here and look after him.”

“You’re kidding.” Ghost deadpans.

“Not counting ourselves, there are only two individuals on this farm that have combat training.” He knew Price was talking about you, so it was either Samira or Agathi who had experience, though he didn’t know which.

Price said, “There are few he’d trust with his life, Simon. But I know you’re one of them.” He couldn’t argue with that. He’d stay. Even if he didn’t have much say in the matter.    

Sven shouts from the staircase, “Lukas is awake from his nap! Can I bring him down?”

“Yeah!” You reply, your words followed by an easygoing smile. His gaze flickers back to the staircase at the sound of Sven’s careful, yet loud footfalls.

Sven carries a toddler in his arms that must be his youngest brother. He guesses his age is somewhere around 2 or 3 based on size alone. You mentioned Agathi had boys. Plural. It’s hard to imagine a mother of three crossing hostile territory, but he supposes anything is possible within the right circumstance. When you defended Agathi, your voice was filled with flushed pride and indignation like you were scolding him for being uncouth. His lips press together under his mask. He missed that—your spark. No one has a bite quite like yours.

The boy’s cherubic face is more solemn than bashful Sven or inquisitive, talkative James. And his big, round brown eyes must’ve been inherited from his father (who is likely dead, Ghost assumes, since there’s no one else at the safe house).

Sven settles the child onto the carpet and passes him a red toy truck.

“Beep beep!” He proclaims. His voice deepens to rumble the car across the wooden floorboards.

You ask from the kitchen, “Lukas, what do you want for dinner?”

“Mashed potatoes!” Lukas replies and his smile dimples his chin.

Samira rolls her eyes. Her lips twitch, and her sideways pose, and half-smile remind Ghost of a coyote.

“Naturally,” says Samira.

“He likes what he likes.” You say breezily.

You divide the soup into neutral toned bowls and Samira helps you hand them out. Price accepts the meal with a grateful smile. Soap complains about how little Samira has given him and she primly responds that he’s likely to throw up as a side effect to medication, so he ought to eat in small portions.

The soup bowl is between your hands like a tender, reverent offering.

He declines with a small and curt shake of his head. He ate an MRE during his walk-about of the property. He doesn’t have the stomach for anything else. He never could eat much on missions. He ate enough to keep him coherent, keep him sharp, but that was it.

“My cooking’s not that bad, is it?” You say with a teasing, familiar lilt to your voice.

He shifts his weight. His rifle, a comfortable weight, nudges between his shoulder blades. “Sod off.” He grumbles. Your eyes brighten followed by your smile.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He glances to the rest of the room. Everyone else is talking or eating. No one is paying attention to this corner. Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxes infinitesimally. He feels his jaw unclench, the sensation miniscule yet poignant, as he regards you.  

“Quit fishin’ for compliments.”

“Can’t blame a gal for seeking a little praise.” You cover your lips over your spoon, slurping, and mischief illuminates your expression. He watches you. Something low and aching and hardly forgotten comes to life and unfurls in smoldering heat. If you were alone—God help him—if you were alone…

He inclines his head ever-so-slightly, his voice deep and rumbling and dangerous, “consider it noted.”

Samira calls to you in her language. It grates at him. Is Samira trying to hide something? Does Price know what she’s saying? How much can they really trust anyone here? You’re quick to reply and you sidle over to her and Sven, though you switch the conversation to English.

His jaw tightens. You might suddenly come under fire from an ambush. He peers out the window. All clear. The walkie-talkie at your hip is silent. Price looks relaxed. You look relaxed.

However, it doesn’t mollify his sense of paranoia. The flatlands of Noreth are too exposed for his liking.

The property is filled with tall, thin reeds similar to switch or cord grass. It’s massive enough to camouflage his height if he crouches and he suspects the boy—James—can get completely lost in it. But the spongy earth makes it difficult to travel on foot and the lonely safehouse isn’t fenced in.

Thankfully, he did find an all-terrain vehicle covered by a mottled brown and green tarp which meant you had some evacuation plan if things went south. He glances sideways out the window again. All clear.

Johnny pushes on the wheels of his wheelchair toward him and he nearly knocks into Ghost’s heavy combat boots. He balances his empty soup bowl on his thighs. The heat and warm food has flushed Johnny’s neck and cheeks to a soft, dusty pink. It’s good to see some color on him. He was too pale and ashen on the drive to the safehouse.

He’s changed out of his tactical gear. He’s wearing an ill-fitting gray jumper and sweatpants. He assumes the clothes are from Samira because they didn’t bring their full kits. This mission wasn’t supposed to be overnight. Now they’d be stuck for a minimum of four weeks.

“I guess we’ll be here for a bit, Lt.”

“Looks like it.”

Following the abrupt, wheezing sound of your laughter, Soap tilts his head over his shoulder to you, then returns his gaze to Ghost.

“I know Price asked you to stay, but you don’t have to.” Soap begins, “I’ll make a quick recovery. And they need you in the field, running operations, not sitting here playing guard dog.”

Ghost shakes his head slowly.

“Orders came from Price, Johnny.”

“I know.” Soap sighs. He peeks over at you, Samira, and Sven again. Then murmurs quietly to himself, “won’t be all bad, I suppose.”

Ghost pretends like he doesn’t hear and ignores the part of him that agrees.

[ Part Two ]

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1. one step closer

A/N: Hello everyone!! I present to you my very first LoZ fic!!! And also my first ever poly ship fic that's been posted, so I hope I do this as well as I'd like to. This story is actually inspired by a post I came across that was posted by @fangirlingpuggle, who gave me permission to use their idea as story inspiration!! I'll provide a link to the post if you'd like to see it!! Now, one thing I'd like to say about this story is that it's not just a Sidlink fic or just a Linkona fic. It is also a Sidyona fic. It is all three ships. I will try to balance out each one, showing each individual love story, plus the big one of just all three together. I have not yet decided which ship will be getting together first, or if it'll be an all three all at once type of thing, and because of my indecision, I would like to hear from you guys, my lovely readers, as the story progresses, on which ship you think would make the most sense when it comes to getting together first. It all depends on how I write it out, of course, but I just wanted to let y'all know ahead of time!! Last thing, this chapter is a little short compared to where the other chapters will be at length-wise, but it's also just a letter exchange this chapter, so there will be lots more in the next chapter!! Enjoy!!

Inspiration Post

Pairing(s): N/A

Summary: Sidon and Yona exchange a series of letters, keeping each other updated on everything happening in their lives, as childhood friends do

Tag(s): N/A

Word Count: 2,258

Song Inspiration: A Thousand Years By Christina Perri

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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Dear Lady Yona,

I hope this letter finds you well. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, things around here have been a bit busy. Vah Ruta, the divine beast that my late sister Mipha once piloted, well, something has gone wrong with it. It's caused a near constant downpour of rain here in our domain and if we don't find a way to stop it, our reservoir will flood over the dam and completely take over not only our home, but much of the rest of Hyrule as well. And of course, us Zoras can survive just fine in such a situation, but the others in our land cannot, none of them have such an affinity for water as the Zora do.

With that in mind, I am terribly worried. We've been doing so much research it's making my head spin. I'm not sure I can take staring at another book right now, especially when everything it says is completely useless to our attempts in finding a solution to this problem. I just pray that we find a way to stop it soon.

How are things over in your domain? Good, I hope. I would never wish anything like the mess here on anyone. I miss you much, my friend, though I know if you were to visit right now, I would not be very good company to keep. And alas, I cannot bring myself to leave home at a time like this. As prince, I must face this head on. But once this is all over, we can work out the details, I suppose, no matter how far off that is. Get back to me whenever you find the time to do so.

Sincerely,

Sidon

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Dear Prince Sidon,

Oh my. Please be careful. I, too, will be praying for a quick success in taming that divine beast. I wish I could help in some way. I am sending with this letter the few sheikah books I could find in our royal library, though I'm not sure if they'll be of any help, considering the sheikah have never spent much time here. But it's the least I can do. And do not worry about sending them back once you've looked over them. These have been collecting dust for decades over here. They will be much better off with you.

Things here in my domain are very well, though nothing very exciting has happened at the domain itself. However, recently, I've taken on two new handmaidens. Mother suggested I have them, especially since I've started doing a lot more traveling around our land. Khira and Chroma are lovely, when they're not bickering at least. Chroma can be a bit easily frazzled and Khira is usually very serious and strict. But I just try to remind them both that I am not counting on either of them being perfect. Just their companionship alone is wonderful to have.

But anyways. On your land, you have those winged tribe, yes? Those that resemble birds? I remember meeting one when we were younger, but I never had much contact with them besides that. But in my travels, I came across a very small village of them on our land! All the way across the sea! But they're much more colorful than the one I met. Brilliant greens and oranges and reds. I spent a few days there, learning about them and their culture. It's absolutely fascinating!

I may visit them again eventually, but for now, I've come back to the domain for awhile. I'll be setting out again soon, so I'll be sure to tell you lots more of my next adventure. And once this whole divine beast thing has settled down, I'll come visit your domain as soon as I can. Besides, mother has been a lot more pushy recently when it comes to our...arrangement. She believes it is time for me to finally marry, though I've tried to remind her that it's not just up to her and I, but you and your father as well. But there's no need to worry about that right now. That's for another time. Take care, dear Sidon, and I hope to hear from you again soon.

Yours,

Yona

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Dear Lady Yona,

Thank you so much for the texts you sent. I will be going through them soon.  The rain is still neverending, but we're learning to get used to it for now. It's all we can do. And do not worry, I am being as careful as I can be. But enough of that. I'm so glad to hear of you going on such wonderful adventures, Yona. The... winged tribe, as you say, those are the Rito. It is indeed fascinating to learn of some being on your land, I thought they were only in Hyrule. The way you've described them, I bet they are quite the sight. Maybe one day I shall get to see them as well.

Tell me, what is having handmaidens like? I've always wondered. I have nothing of the sort, though I'm okay with that. Is it true they always follow you around and try to do everything for you that you may usually do yourself? I could never imagine having to deal with such a thing. Though my only experience with them is the few vague memories I have of Mipha having one and the stories I've heard about them, so maybe I'm not one who could be so biased against them.

Oh, yes. Our arranged marriage does seem to be coming up more and more these days. Both here and there, it seems. Father has been talking about it as well. Says he wants me to be prepared for when I finally take the throne, but I'm not so sure that will be happening anytime soon. But I suppose it would be best for us all to talk about it eventually. Once Vah Ruta is back to her normal self, our domain will happily host both you and your mother. Until then, I can't wait to hear of all your adventures to come. Please do keep in touch to the best of your abilities during your travels, I will find great joy in reading about them.

Sincerely,

Sidon

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Dear Prince Sidon,

Ah, yes, the Rito! Forgive me for forgetting their name, it's been so long since I've heard it. Those I found here did not go by that name. They called themselves the Zitty. But they were the same species, I'm sure of it. Next time you find yourself on my land, I will definitely be sure to take you to see them. They're quite the lively bunch, and wonderful company to keep. I think you would fit in very well with them.

Silly Sidon. Yes, some handmaidens are very much like that. However, Khira and Chroma are not. While they do follow me to most places, they do not attempt to do something for me unless I ask it of them, thankfully. I could not handle being coddled in such a way either, so I am very grateful that they are not pushy in that regard. And no worries, I take none of your assumptions unkindly. I am happy to answer any questions you may have, about handmaidens or otherwise. You know that.

That sounds like a very good idea. I'm sure mother would love to spend some time overseas as well. Oh, it's been so long since I've paid a visit, I can't wait. Has any progress been made with Vah Ruta? Did my books help you at all? I apologize if they did not, though I hope that something has been found either way. Please keep me updated.

Yours,

Yona

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Dear Lady Yona,

Yona. I cannot believe what this day has become. I do apologize if my writing isn't the best, I just can't keep myself from shaking. So much has happened in just this last pass of the sun through the sky. I will start with this. All of our research finally paid off and the books you sent me were definitely of great help with that. We learned of the way Vah Ruta works, of her mechanisms and what controls the water she spews. The best solution is to shock her system with electricity, like shock arrows. However, as you know, electricity is deadly to Zora, therefore we cannot use them.

Because of this, we'd begun asking for help. Traveling a bit away from the domain and looking for travelers, asking if any of them would be willing. We had no luck finding such a person, until yesterday. A young traveler was making his way past and I asked for his help. Later I found out that many others had spoken to him as well about what was going on. I asked for his help and he actually said yes! I was beyond grateful. He carried with him armor and weaponry, including a bow and arrow, so I already had high hopes for his success. He made his way to our domain and I did as well, trying to guide him whenever our paths crossed.

I had asked his name when we first met, and I didn't think too much of it at first. His name is Link. I'm sure he wouldn't be the first to be named after such a well-known hero. However, upon bringing him to meet my father, I found that I had been wrong. My father knows this young man. Because this Link is the same exact Link from one hundred years ago! And he came here to our domain to fix Vah Ruta as part of his quest to complete what was started all those years ago.

Oh, Yona, he's even more amazing than either one of us has ever imagined. Even better than all of our childish wonders. Him and I worked together quite closely in order to get Vah Ruta working properly again. I carried him on my back as I swam through the reservoir, getting as close to Vah Ruta as I dared so that he could shoot each of her mechanisms. I would launch him up and he would shoot up into the air, pulling his bow out with such ease. Once he had an arrow nocked, it was like time slowed down just for him. He made perfect shots each time. And then he ventured inside the divine beast to destroy the beast inside, the waterblight created by Calamity Ganon all those years ago, the same one that killed my sister, Mipha.

As soon as he was inside, I returned to the domain and waited anxiously for his return. He was gone for so long. He only just returned about an hour before I'm writing this, and the moon was already high in the sky. And when he finally returned, he looked exhausted. But miraculously, not a single serious injury was on him. He was covered in scratches and bruises, dried blood on most of them, and dirt all over his face, but that was the worst of it. And Yona, oh Yona. He's so beautiful. He's fierce, determined, kind, and gorgeous. I can understand why my sister fell for him so. I can't get him out of my head and my entire body is positively vibrating with excitement.

Now that Vah Ruta is tamed, you must come right away. With your mother, too, of course. You must come and meet him. He'll be staying in the domain for a few weeks before he moves on, so he'll definitely still be here when you arrive. Oh, I can't wait for you to see him. Please, come as soon as you can.

Sincerely,

Sidon

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Dear Prince Sidon,

My friend, I write to you as my bags are being packed for my visit to your domain. Mother is delighted to be taking the trip and much like you, I find myself buzzing with excitement. What you've described...I cannot believe it. Link? The Link? How is that even possible? Oh, I'm sure you'll explain it when I get there. I'm so glad that the threat to your land is no more, I am so very grateful for whatever brought such a hero to your domain.

Oh, I want to know all about him. I haven't felt such a feeling since we were children, Sidon. And even now, my childish dreams are coming back to me, even if I know how silly they are. What do you think he thinks of you? What do you think he'll think of me? Do you think he likes women or men? Maybe both? What things does he like? What things does he dislike? I can't wait to ask.

Oh my, the excitement is overwhelming. I apologize for how short of a letter this is. It's mostly just to tell you that we will be leaving shortly and should arrive soon after this letter does. I cannot wait to see you again, Sidon. Make sure you put in a good word for me with our new hero friend, if it's not too much to ask.

Yours,

Yona

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A/N: What did y'all think?? Please let me know!! I'd love to hear your thoughts!!! All feedback is much appreciated!!!

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HUMBLE QUEST

HUMBLE QUEST, JJ MAYBANK X ROUTLEDGE!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: after john b’s disappearance, and the death of her father, y/n routledge is on a humble quest trying to figure out where she went wrong, what she did to deserve this, and most of all, what the meaning behind humble was.

inspired by humble quest by maren morris

cw; the disappearance of john b & sarah, angst, swearing, slight mention of drugs and alcohol, & big john’s death! (let me know if i missed anything !!!)

lowercase is intentional! word count: 993

note: one of my fav tracks off of this album (literally my username) & i hope i did it justice. also she/her pronouns are used for the reader!!

STANDING BY THE SHORELINE, WITH THE WIND BLOWING AGAINST HER FACE,

y/n routledge could see the storm clouds coming in, darkening the entire island around her.

four days, 13 hours and 42 minutes since she last saw her brother, leaving on the boat the two practically lived on for their entire lives. it felt like an eternity since she last saw her older brother, and one of her good friends. she felt empty inside. the entire group were so caught up in getting the gold, they couldn’t see the storm that was brewing behind them. 

“peaches we’ve gotta get inside.”the voice of jj maybank broke through the air, cutting the silence in half, but y/n didn’t budge, “c’mon, i’ll make you something to eat.”

it was silent between the two as jj stood next to the h/c girl, with bags under her e/c eyes. ones that hadn’t left since the day john b and sarah disappeared.

“he’s still out there.”y/n spoke up as the two started to feel raindrops on their skin, and a low rumble of thunder rang through the humid air, “i know he is and i’m not giving up until i find him and sarah.”

“they’re going to come back.”jj reassured her, before the rain started to get heavy, soaking the two, “c’mon, lets get in.”

jj guided the routledge girl towards the chateau, where they were greeted by silence, something that was unusual for the two. almost everyday for the past two years there has been some type of noise. wether that was the radio playing with some new country song, or kie and jj messing around with each other. it had never been this silent.

after guiding the girl towards the couch, jj walked into the kitchen before seeing the cabinets and fridge were completely empty, “actually, do you wanna stop by the wreck?”

“i’m not hungry.”her dull voice rang from the living room, and jj walked over to her with a concerned look coming across his face. crouching in front of the girl, jj cupped her cheeks, causing her e/c to bore into his blue ones.

“talk to me.”the simple three words spilled out of his mouth, and she could feel the walls she had built up starting to crumble below her, “i’m worried, hell all of us are worried about you.”

it was silence as y/n fought back tears, trying her best to not fall apart right then and there. she wanted to hold back the tears, something she had done since her father left and dcs got involved a few months back. holding up a wall, and biting her tongue was half of the battle.

“i can’t lose him.”she finally spoke up, with a tear slipping down her cheeks, “he’s the only person that i can trust that i have left.”

“i don’t know my purpose without following my older brother.”

stressfully running a hair through her h/c hair, she quickly stood up, and started to walk around the chateau, attempting to stop the tears that kept spilling.

“y/n i get it-”jj started, but was quickly stopped by the girl as she quickly grabbed her keys and cellphone, racing to find a way out of this mess.

“no jj you don't get it!”she snapped, before ripping the door open seeing pouring rain coming down, “nobody fucking gets it!”

and with that, the door slammed shut, before tires squealed out of the driveway, leaving jj maybank standing at the chateau alone. 

with the radio shut off, and the only noise joining her was the rain that came down heavily on the roof. she sat alone in her thoughts, finding herself holding her breath, and realizing she didn’t actually know who she was.

as of late, she wasn't proud of herself. it seemed like as soon as her dad’s disappearance, she kept hitting her head on an invisible glass, poisoning herself on the daily with alcohol, and other substances she was too ashamed to tell her brother or the rest of the pogues about. the h/c girl pulled into an empty parking spot, and sat in front of the beach as she tried to figure out the last time she actually had a hold on her life.

she spent the last few months trying to find a line of fulfillment, and trying to not be full of herself, standing up against rafe cameron, speaking up about something that put her safety in jeopardy, and finally waking up, realizing that being polite wasn’t going to get you anywhere in life.

the youngest routledge felt like she was on a humble quest, trying not to hold her breath, entirely unsure if she would ever be able to find one. 

y/n was a hell of a hassle, and she knew that, but didn’t understand any of it until now. it was like all the puzzle pieces were connecting, and everything started to make sense to her. her mind wandered, wondering if she had done her best the past few months, struggling with not only the loss of their mother still, but now the loss of their father.

“i’m on a humble quest.”y/n whispered to herself, realizing what everything meant.

“and damn i gotta do my best.”

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Unravel

Inspired by this ask by @romulanhorsegirl and written with their permission. My god. This has been living in my brain for SO MANY DAYS. PLEASE ENJOY THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR. This is just under 11,300 words. Enjoy!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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T’Kosh (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is angsty, fluffy, and smutty, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, making out in a sacred hallway, blasphemy, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), fondling, biting, marking, dirty talk, innuendo, mild choking kink, frottage, mild d/s dynamics.

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**2151 - P’Jem Monastery**

The monks of P’Jem were all meditating quietly in the large room where the Andorian officers had corralled them. There was little else to do. As their order was pacifistic in nature, they would not commit violence, and there was no way to convince the Andorians to leave. At T’Kosh’s urging, the monks simply tried to bide their time. Their heads lifted, though, at the sound of the door banging open. The Commander of the Andorian officers stood fuming in the doorway.

“We’ve detected a vessel in orbit,” he growled as he and one of his Lieutenants walked farther into the room. “We don’t recognize its configuration, and they’ve launched a shuttle. One of you will come to the entryway and get rid of them.”

As T’Kosh was the eldest monk present, he stood and clasped his hands in front of him, carefully ignoring the weapon being pointed in his direction.

“Allow me,” he said taking a small step forward as he spoke. The Commander strode over to him, moving well into his personal space.

“If you alert them to our presence in any way, you’ll experience the emotion of wrath firsthand as I rain it down upon you and the others. Got it, old man?”

“I understand, Commander,” T’Kosh replied, and he was ushered out of the room with a weapon pointed at his back. Dutifully, he took up the correct position in the atrium and waited for their unexpected visitors. Soon, someone pulled at the bell rope, as was customary, however, the Andorian soldier hiding behind the wooden divider shook his head at T’Kosh mutely. The Vulcan remained where he was. He had little choice when an armed soldier was mere feet from him just looking for an excuse to kill him.

Eventually, the visitors pushed the door open and stepped inside the monastery’s atrium. T’Kosh recognized the first two as Human males. The third was a Vulcan female in a military uniform, and the fourth was - there was no other word for her but beautiful. Were all Human females that...arresting? The young woman met his eyes for barely a moment, giving him a shy smile before averting her gaze. T’Kosh had never seen a Human in such close proximity, and he regretted that his only opportunity to encounter them was under such unpleasant circumstances. They were intriguing by appearance alone.

He turned his attention to the Vulcan officer approaching him and listened as she communicated her crewmates’ desire to see the temple. With great reluctance, he knew that he must do as the Andorians had ordered him. He wanted to show the young Human female around and answer her questions - judging by the curiosity in her expression, she would have many - but his first priority had to be protecting the members of his order. She would be protected as well, if he did his job sufficiently. The Andorians would have no reason to harm or detain her if he kept her ignorant of the present situation.

The lie fell from T’Kosh’s tongue as convincingly as he could manage.

“This is the time of kolinahr. The order must remain in silent reflection throughout the duration of the lunar cycle. Forgive me, I must refuse you,” he said, and the Vulcan officer nodded her head, returning to the three Humans to deliver the news. Of their own volition, T’Kosh’s eyes returned to the young woman who was examining a small statue of Surak that was poorly placed. He wished to straighten it so that his order would not seem slovenly to her.

That impulse startled him. Oh no. Perhaps it was best that he’d refused them entry. She threatened his decades long work in the art of kolinahr. His logic was as tightly woven and carefully structured as a tapestry, but she was pulling quite insistently at one of the threads. If she pulled any harder, he suspected that he might unravel completely.

“Your service honors us. Before we leave, may I request the offering of the J’Kah stone for my distinguished guests?” Such an offering had never been made to Humans. Nevertheless, T’Kosh nodded his head and requested for them to wait before turning to retrieve the stone. He knew the Andorian Commander would not be pleased if this took too long, but it was better to honor the request. To refuse would be illogical and would raise more questions than would be acceptable to his captors.

When he returned, T’Kosh allowed himself a small personal liberty. He carried the box containing the J’Kah stone over to stand in front of the young woman who had so easily caught his attention. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he approached. He knew the Vulcan officer would wonder why he chose her in particular to receive the honor of the litany, but he had no doubt he could explain it logically should he be questioned.

Before he could begin, however, the two Human men began commenting on other monasteries they’d visited, and the one with the odd accent paused by an upended jar as he remarked about the potential cleanup time.

“Forgive the disarray,” T’Kosh began. “Kolinahr encourages the members of our order to face their vestigial emotions. The repercussions can sometimes be violent. Please. This is the stone of J'Kah, which represents the foundation of all we believe. A life of order and control through logic.”

At his explanation, the woman stood a little straighter and watched him open the box in awe. Odd. T’Kosh had heard that Humans had little respect for logic. Yes, he had chosen wisely. She was clearly special. Once she placed her hand delicately on the carved stone, as was customary, he began the litany.

“Ishtaya kulah. Vestal ma etak J'Kah,” he intoned as clearly and with as much reverence as he could. Mentally, he chastised himself for being a hypocrite. How could he recite such sacred words when she had already inspired emotional desires within him?

The silence after she opened her eyes was a breathless one for T’Kosh. He knew what was happening. Mere minutes and one woman had already begun to destroy over fifty years of painstaking meditation and work all without saying a word.

The jarringly out-of-place voice of her Captain broke the almost-trance that the Vulcan Elder had fallen into. Coming back to himself, T’Kosh closed the box, turned, and listened to the idle conversation between the Captain and the Commander before urging them to leave. He did not wish to send her away, but for her own safety, he knew that he must. She must not be dragged into this.

He was still trying to work out why one woman had inspired such strong reactions in him when he realized how far into the room the men had moved. Both ended up alarmingly close to the Andorian officer’s hiding place - Thon, if he remembered correctly - and T’Kosh was able to do no more than watch as the Humans broke down the wooden barrier. The lady by his side moved to help them, but reflexively, T’Kosh caught her arm. The less she was involved, the easier it would be for him to protect her from the Commander’s anger.

“Wha–”

She broke off when the other three Andorian officers entered with their weapons aimed at them.

As the five of them were herded into the room where the monks were being kept, T’Kosh ensured that his body blocked her from the officer just behind them.

An illogical action. She is an officer. She can protect herself.

But she is innocent. It is logical to protect the innocent. She is no threat to them. She is gentle and curious, nothing more. It is logical to protect her.

His mind argued back and forth with all the violence of his long-repressed emotions; logic and emotion warred silently within him, but all he showed outwardly was a minutely furrowed brow. The members of his order would likely realize something was wrong, but none of the visitors would be the wiser, just so long as he was careful.

The Andorian Commander shoved the Humans to one side of the room, including the woman T’Kosh had been attempting to protect, then he got right up in his face.

“Why didn’t you tell us one of your people was aboard?” He practically snarled, but T’Kosh remained as calm as before.

“It’s an Earth vessel, I didn’t know.” The ensuing conversation was a mass of Andorian posturing and poorly-timed comments from the Human Captain. Once the latter was on the floor gasping for air, the soldiers finally left their prisoners alone. The Vulcan science officer began to explain who their captors were to her superior officer, and despite his better judgment, T’Kosh made his way to the Human woman’s side again. “In order to alleviate tensions, we negotiated a treaty, but some Andorian factions still believe we're bent on conquest.”

“What do they want with a three thousand year old temple?” The man with the odd accent asked from the Captain’s side.

“They believe we are hiding a long range sensor array,” T’Kosh explained. He hated that these outsiders had been dragged into the middle of their conflict. He hoped that the Andorians would simply allow the Human crew to leave so that she - they - would be safe. Though he did not wish to lie, he knew it was for the good of Vulcan. The needs of the many... “This is a place of introspection, Captain. There are no spies here, and no technology.”

He could not look at her as he spoke for fear that she would see his deception and think less of him for it. There were many spies below the catacombs harboring and utilizing sophisticated technology to spy on their neighbors. There were not many choices T’Kosh made that caused him true, deep consternation, but allowing a spy station to exist beneath a place of introspection and pure logic which he held so dear...that was one of them.

Glancing over at the young woman, who was helping her Captain to his feet, he felt the beginning spark of an ire stronger than he had experienced in decades. Why should he allow a woman as kindhearted as she was to be caught up in conflicts that should not even begin to touch her?

“Thanks, Lieutenant,” the Captain murmured, and she gave him a respectful nod. The Human Commander looked at T’Kosh and the others in confusion.

“So what are ya going to do, just sit here and let ‘em ransack the place?”

Sulok, one of the initiates, spoke up before T’Kosh could.

“Typically, they make a great display of their indignance. When they find nothing, they leave,” he explained, and he was essentially correct. There was obviously a large mess to clean up each time, but that was to be expected where Andorian commandos were concerned.

“The Andorians were here twice before and both times left within a day,” T’Kosh said. “Unfortunately your arrival has amplified their suspicions.”

Before the Elder could stop him, Sulok spoke again, this time with discernible bitterness in his tone.

“You've endangered us all,” he said looking directly at the Lieutenant, and at the look of horrified regret that crossed her features, T’Kosh bristled. This was not her fault. He could tell she was motivated by curiosity alone. Malicious intent was not to be found in her, especially not in this situation.

Placing what he hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder, T’Kosh herded the initiate and the rest of the order closer to one end of the room and encouraged them to attempt meditation. They would be engaged in communal kolinahr at this time, anyway, so it was only logical that they meditate while they had the opportunity.

--

As Captain Archer was taken from the room for questioning for the third time by the Andorians, T’Kosh noted the troubled look on his beautiful, unofficial charge’s face.

She is a Lieutenant. Though you may only be thinking of her, show the proper respect by acknowledging her rank. She must have exerted much effort to attain her position.

He knelt beside her and regarded her quietly. She had been questioned earlier, but unlike her crewmates, she’d returned unharmed. There was something special about her. T’Kosh couldn’t quite identify it, but whatever it was, the Andorians had obviously seen it too, or she would’ve come back bloody and beaten just like the others. She still looked rather nervous, though.

Of course she’s nervous. She is a prisoner.

“I realize that we are being held here just as you are, but if there is any way that I can assist you in feeling more comfortable, please do not hesitate to inform me,” he said, and she gave him a small smile that made his heart flutter in his side. What an alarming sensation.

“Thank you, mister...?”

“My name is T’Kosh, t’sai,” he supplied giving her a polite bow of his head. Fetching one of the blankets from the pile at the side, he offered it to her. He regretted that it wasn’t softer, but it would provide quite a bit of warmth. “While I cannot offer many amenities, I must suggest you use one of these. Our sanctuary can become quite cold at night.”

“Thank you for your generosity. We’re the ones who put your people in danger, yet you’ve been kind to me. I’m very grateful,” she said as she accepted the rough cloth from him. Her fingers brushed his for barely a second, and T’Kosh’s breath caught in his throat. “Forgive my curiosity, T’Kosh, but may I ask a few questions about this place? I’ve never seen a Vulcan monastery before.”

“Certainly. What do you wish to know?” For nearly the next hour, the Vulcan Elder answered her questions in as much detail and with as much clarity as he could. She hung on his every word as if transfixed by a tale of heroics he was spinning with the history of his order. Perhaps, to her, he was. Vulcan’s history was not Earth’s, so, logically, everything he told her could have been entirely new to her. Based on the High Command’s information, intellectual curiosity was not what he expected from a Human, but his ashaya apparently had it in abundance.

What right do you have to even think of her as yours?

Before he could ask about her culture in return, though, the door opened, and Captain Archer was tossed back inside with a bloodied, bruised face. She and Commander Tucker immediately moved to help him, and she began to wipe away the blood dripping down his cheek with a small, damp cloth. She was compassionate, too?

Gentle, caring, tender mate!

His emotions roared within him with an almost startling urgency. He felt his cheeks heat up for a moment before he forced his physical control back into place.

“These guys are serious,” Archer rasped as he took the cloth from the Lieutenant’s hand and started dabbing at his split lip. “They're going to start killing you people if they don't find what they're looking for.”

“There is nothing to find,” T’Kosh insisted, though each lie made him feel less and less worthy of his position in the order...and less worthy of her. Archer and the Commander started talking about other options, and T’Kosh dipped into his courage. They were all in a rather desperate position, after all. He explained about the old, possibly non-functional transmitter down in the catacombs, and Sulok led the Commander into the passage to locate it.

Would that be enough? If the transmitter worked, would this be enough to keep the Lieutenant safe and assuage his conscience?

And why was he feeling guilt in the first place? He’d spent years mastering his emotions. He was reacting logically to each situation that was presented to him. Why was all of his training crashing down around him in a smoldering pile of rubble?

Fool, you know why. She’s standing mere feet away. Open the door to one emotion and the rest come rushing in, too. Your regard for her started this descent into chaos. You know the choice you must make.

Indeed, he did, but...he did not want to. His logic was precious to him, but the urge to protect her, to win her over, to be hers...that was stronger than anything he’d felt before, save the pon farr drives. How had she captured him so fully? She’d decimated his kolinahr training, and she was not even aware of the effect she was having on him.

While Sulok and the Commander were gone, T’Kosh took a deep breath and attempted to meditate. He knew it would not be deep or particularly productive, but he hoped it would be just enough to bring him closer to regaining his equilibrium.

He had no idea how long his focus lasted, but when he opened his eyes he saw that both men were back and that he wasn’t alone. The Lieutenant was sitting beside him huddled quietly under the blanket he’d given her. The sun had begun to set and the temperature had dropped several degrees. In spite of her covering, she shivered slightly as she looked out the window at the changing horizon.

“Are you cold, t’sai?” His voice seemed to surprise her, but she smiled softly up at him.

“A little chilly, maybe, but I’m fine, T’Kosh, really.”

Allowing himself a skeptical raised eyebrow, he made it quite clear that he didn’t believe her polite demurral.

“It would be illogical for a host to allow his guest to freeze, even if we are both hostages,” he stated as he moved closer to her and opened his arms. She took the hint and leaned against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her so she could share his body heat. Protect, provide, keep her warm. Several members of his order looked scandalized by his behavior, but T’Kosh’s only focus was on the woman nestled in his arms.

“What are sunsets like on Vulcan?” T’Kosh blinked at her murmured question. “I’ve never had the chance to go there, but I’ve always wondered what Vulcan must be like. Earth only has one star and the sunsets are beautiful. How much more exquisite must sunsets look on a planet with two stars like your home has?”

“I must admit, I have no frame of reference with which to describe the differences. I have never been to Earth,” the Vulcan Elder said as his gaze skimmed slowly over her face. “However, as this monastery is in a system which has one star, can I assume that what you are watching now is similar to your own sunset?”

“Yeah, it is, actually.”

“In that case, you might be interested to learn that Vulcan’s sunsets are more prolonged, and the colors are more vibrant.” Her eyes lit up in wonder, and T’Kosh nodded his head in confirmation. “Another contrast to your planet’s night is that Vulcan has no moon...”

He answered several more of her questions before she began yawning. Ah, yes. He’d read somewhere that Humans required more sleep than Vulcans.

“Rest, Lieutenant. I will keep you safe,” T’Kosh promised, and as he trailed his fingers lightly through her hair, she nuzzled into his robe.

Gentle...precious...

He was acutely aware that his behavior toward her was much too familiar to be proper. It was inappropriate, yet as she drifted to sleep with her head on his chest, T’Kosh couldn’t bring himself to move away. He would gladly allow her to use him as a pillow anytime she desired. Subtly, he sniffed the air and found his senses clouded by her pheromones. How had he missed them before when she smelled so sensual? He’d always heard that Humans had an unpleasant odor, but her scent was delicious.

Beautiful, fragrant, compatible mate! His instincts screamed at him with a passion and urgency they had not attained since before he began studying kolinahr. She was truly dangerous, but all he had to do was restrain himself until morning.

The night hours felt slower than they ever had before, but T’Kosh didn’t dare attempt to meditate. He knew his time with the Lieutenant was likely to be limited either by her crew’s escape or by the Andorians killing them all. He didn’t want to miss a single second with her, even if his control was tenuous at best in her presence. She looked so peaceful sleeping against his sternum. Had she any idea how much turmoil she’d inspired within him?

When morning finally came, Archer and Tucker awoke easily. T’Kosh allowed her a few minutes more of merciful rest before he carefully attempted to wake her. He murmured her name and ran his fingers gently through her hair. When she let out a small, discontented noise, the Vulcan Elder felt a surge of regret. He wished more than anything that he could soothe her back to sleep and allow her to escape the reality of her situation a while longer, but the Captain was watching them expectantly. He refused to be harsh in awakening her, though.

“Forgive me, Lieutenant. You must wake up. Morning has arrived,” he murmured, and when she blinked sleepily up at him disoriented and disheveled, T’Kosh realized he had never seen such a lovely sight in all his life. “Good morning.”

“G’morning.” Her voice was rough with sleep, and she smiled up at him before her situation came back to her. Her eyes widened and she clumsily extracted herself from his arms. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean–”

“Calm yourself. You have committed no offense,” he soothed looking into her eyes. She seemed surprised that he wasn’t angry, but ultimately her relief allowed her to let out a breath.

“Lieutenant,” the Captain called out to her with an amused smile on his face. Could he tell what feelings had been building between them? Could he see the evidence of T’Kosh’s failure to retain his kolinahr training in the face of a single, breathtaking woman?

Creating a map of the catacombs on the floor using old coins, T’Kosh watched as the Starfleet officers attempted to construct a plan in the early morning light.

“Do any of these tunnels lead to the outside?” Archer asked, but the Elder was forced to disappoint him. “What about this reliquary?”

“No one has entered it in years,” Sulok replied.

“To do so would be blasphemy,” T’Kosh said firmly, hoping that would be enough to keep them away from the underground spy station. If his ashaya found out that he had lied to them...to her...

Stop. She is not yours.

“I saw an old stairwell down there, maybe a meter wide. It was right about here,” Commander Tucker said. “There were three dim lights coming from the top. It looked somethin’ like this...”

He trailed off as he arranged three extra coins into the shape of a triangle.

“The face in the atrium,” the Lieutenant murmured as she looked up at the Captain. “If those two connect–”

“–We might have an opportunity. Great job you two.” The Captain praised his officers, and, foolishly, T’Kosh felt a swell of pride at her cleverness. “Alright, I’ll get myself in there and toss something in the mouth. One of you needs to wait in the tunnel and see if we’re right.”

“I’ll do it, Captain,” the Lieutenant volunteered, and at a nod from Archer, T’Kosh came to a decision.

“Then I will accompany you. You have not been in the catacombs yet and will, logically, require an escort.” The Lieutenant gave him a grateful smile that made all the judgmental looks from the rest of his order fade into nothingness.

“Alright. You two stay here until the Andorians take me. As soon as I’m gone, make your way to the catacombs,” the Captain ordered. Quickly, they all cleared away the evidence of their plan, and Archer started yelling for Commander Shran to let him out. T’Kosh felt the Lieutenant’s hands take up residence on his arm, and he took a deep, slow breath to keep himself calm.

As soon as the Andorians dragged the Captain out, T’Kosh and the Lieutenant grabbed torches and went into the dusty, old tunnels. En route to their destination, he heard her ask a question just above a whisper.

“Is there...? I mean, I know you said that entering the reliquary was blasphemous, but is my presence here in the tunnels...allowed?” She sounded tentative, as though she was truly afraid of accidentally desecrating sacred ground by merely existing. Considerate, respectful mate.

“You are not committing an offense, ashaya. Were you to come down here alone, I could not say the same, but so long as I am with you, you have no reason to fear,” T’Kosh assured quietly as he cleared away a cobweb and hung his torch just before the final turn. She did the same with the hook on the other side of the tunnel. They would have to go the rest of the way without the additional light. “Be careful. The ground is not flat here.”

He allowed her to go first in the final stretch. The lighting from their torches stretched just far enough to allow them to see where they were going, but a few feet from the spot where they needed to wait, the Lieutenant tripped on a hidden root. T’Kosh didn’t think, he simply reacted. His arms shot out, catching her and pulling her back against his chest.

“Are you alright?” He whispered against her ear, and she nodded her head. Turning in his arms, she looked up at him with wide eyes and thanked him. Despite his training and his decades of flawless control, he became lost in her eyes.

The sound of angry voices pulled them both from their reverie, and they walked closer to the alcove to wait. Quietly, the Vulcan Elder watched the Lieutenant lean against one of the wooden supports in the wall. She wasn’t staring at the three points of light, however. She was observing him. Did she feel it, too, this building attraction?

Taking a slow step toward her, T’Kosh took a chance. After being in such close proximity with her, smelling her pheromones all night, his control was hanging by a thread. He reached out carefully so as not to startle her, and he brushed two fingertips lightly, tenderly over her lips. The receptive, encouraging spark of desire in her consciousness that he felt during that brief moment of contact lit his passions aflame.

Swallowing heavily, T’Kosh stepped closer to her and brought both hands up to caress her cheeks, her forehead, her neck. She arched into him, and before he could register what was happening, the Lieutenant had tugged him closer by the front of his robes and pressed her lips against his.

Her lips moved tentatively against his, and when he attempted to reciprocate, she let out a pleased little sigh against his mouth. Had the situation been any different, T’Kosh would’ve taken her right there amidst the ancient, dust-covered relics. Oh, to hear her pleas for his seed echo through the sacred catacombs!

As his fingers laced with hers to begin a seductive dance, he trailed his lips downward, and she breathed his name with such lust that T’Kosh growled. Without conscious thought, he bit the corner of her jaw. Her fingers squeezed his, and a rush of her pheromones flooded his senses. 

Bite, mark, keep, MINE! Responsive mate!

She would not be able to hide that from her crewmates...from the rest of his order...

Good! She is mine, mine, MINE! No others shall touch her! No others shall please her with their bodies! Only me! Only mine!

Her free hand wove its way into T’Kosh’s hair, encouraging his inappropriate behavior. And it was inappropriate. The two of them being in the tunnel was one thing, but to behave so lustfully in such close proximity to sacred relics and the remains of honored kolinahr masters? Nothing else he’d ever done had even remotely approached this level of sacrilege and dishonor.

Alarmingly, it occurred to him as his lips reconnected with hers that he didn’t care. If this was wrong, then he wished to be wrong for the rest of his life, so long as she was there to share in his blasphemy.

A dull thunk a few steps from them made them pull apart in surprise. The spell had been broken. With an apologetic look, she stepped away from him and bent down to pick up a small figure.

Ah. The Captain. The plan. Of course. Forcing his control back into place, T’Kosh attempted to breathe more slowly and to resist the desire to tug her back into his arms and unclothe her.

The Lieutenant smiled up at him and pressed her lips against his cheek one last time before beginning to head back toward their torches. T’Kosh swallowed reflexively and took a deep breath. He needed to force his physical reaction away. Her pheromones coating his robe and the mark he’d left on her would be damning enough without him appearing to be in rut like an undisciplined sehlat. The very least he could do was compose himself before they returned to the others.

Fortunately, by the time they reemerged, the tenting in his robe had disappeared again, but that did nothing to stop the surprised looks from the others. Her Captain was clutching his side and dabbing at another wound, but when he saw the drip of blood that had trickled down her neck, his brow furrowed.

T’Kosh hadn’t even realized that he’d bitten her that hard. Did he have her blood on his lips? Was that why he’d tasted a burst of copper? Commander Tucker walked over to her and traded her a clean cloth for the little figure they’d been sent to retrieve.

“Looks like y’all had fun.”

‘Fun’...What an inadequate descriptor for what T’Kosh had felt when he’d indulged himself in her...

--

“I don’t have to tell you, Captain, we don’t condone the actions you are about to take,” T’Kosh stated. He knew that his ashaya would understand - she seemed to understand his culture better than the other two Humans - but Archer seemed hellbent on taking rash action. He knew she had little choice but to obey her commanding officer, but he disliked that she was forced to do something so dangerous.

And it was all because she was caught in the middle of a conflict that had nothing to do with her.

T’Kosh realized that his feelings for her were not the only strong motivators he had to seriously consider leaving the order. Logic had once held a lofty appeal for him. It could be used to explain noble actions, to remove the emotion from heroics, to remove one’s ambitions and fears, leaving only duty and reason in their place.

But it could also be used to justify misdirection, deception, and blatant lies. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Wise words, but even wisdom could be twisted when logic was applied with ill intent. This was not the first time T’Kosh had held this debate within himself.

What good was logic when it was being twisted and used for illogical, non-peaceful purposes?

“No, you don't have to tell me. Just try and stay out of the way and everything will work out fine.”

The Lieutenant gave him an apologetic look at her C.O.’s rude words. Quietly, T’Kosh reached her side and let the backs of his fingers brush against hers.

“Be careful,” he breathed, and she gave him a smile so disarming that his cheeks burned. The mark he’d left on her had begun to go dark around the edges. Humans bruised quite easily. At least the bleeding had stopped.

“I will,” she murmured, and he did as her Captain had instructed, moving to stand with his order against the far wall. As soon as the officers who beamed in had entered the passage, the Andorians burst in, guns at the ready and talking about an energy surge.

The Commander began to leave one of his men in charge when he caught sight of the Lieutenant’s injury. T’Kosh relied on the last of his restraint and control not to snap the man’s neck when he lightly grasped her jaw.

“Did one of my men do this to you, Lieutenant? You can answer truthfully, I promise you. We are not in the business of sexually assaulting people, even those in league with the Vulcans,” he said with surprising gentleness.

“No, sir. I wasn’t assaulted,” she answered quietly. With a glance at Archer, Shran raised an eyebrow.

“I take it this is your work, then, Captain? Do you often take...liberties with your officers?”

“I would never behave inappropriately with those under my command,” he said firmly. “I’m supposed to protect my officers, not take advantage of them.”

Tucker denied it too, and Shran turned back to the young woman curiously.

“Then who...?”

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell, Commander,” she said with a smirk. Kiss? Was that the name for what they’d done? The Andorian looked over at the Vulcans, staring each one down until he reached T’Kosh. Foolishly, he lifted his chin in pride.

She is mine, Andorian. I have claimed her - marked her and felt her lust - which is more than you could ever do.

Eyes widening in surprise, the Commander blinked in disbelief and glanced between the two of them.

“The Vulcan Elder? You have poor taste in men, Lieutenant, but I must say I’m impressed. I’ve never known a Vulcan to express such...passion. You must have provoked him severely. Stay with them, Tholos,” he ordered before he and the others walked out. Now there was only one officer to fight. Those odds were better than what Sub-commander T’Pol had assumed. She thought two would remain in the chamber with them. One was much easier to overcome.

However, that officer was much too close to his ashaya. Protectiveness roared within him as Tholos began to walk a circuit around her.

“Was he good for you? Or would you prefer a truly passionate mate?” He muttered, and T’Kosh felt his rage simmer. The Lieutenant seemed calm, though, so he restrained himself. “I doubt he could appreciate your scent as I do.”

“Somethin’ sure smells,” Tucker muttered, and Tholos turned to him with ire.

“Did you say something, pink skin?” After a few moments, the Andorian returned to his pacing. “I wonder how different your mating rituals are? Vulcan women force their men to fight to the death for them. Would you like me to kill someone for you?”

A dark, instinctive part of T’Kosh screamed for him to tear Tholos’s head off. He hadn’t even realized he’d taken a step forward until a member of his order grabbed his upper arms and held him back. Tholos gave him a dark smile before turning back to the Lieutenant.

“Would you like me to kill him?”

“To be honest, I’d rather you shut up,” she said, but when the Andorian went to reply, an explosion sounded from the atrium. Without hesitation, the Lieutenant hit him in the jaw with a right hook that knocked him flat on his back. She then kicked his weapon from his grasp, allowing the Captain to pick it up and stun him. Strong, protective, fierce mate!

While the Captain, T’Pol, and the Lieutenant went to the catacombs to chase the Andorians with Sulok in tow, T’Kosh realized that if they were successful he might not have much time left with her. There was no way that he could go with her, and her staying at the monastery was equally impossible. With an ache in his chest that he’d not felt so intensely before, T’Kosh retrieved a piece of paper and the blanket the two of them had shared the night before.

Tucking the note and one other small item into the blanket, he enveloped them securely so that they would not fall out during the trip back to Enterprise.

Then he settled in to wait for the Humans to reemerge. As he did, one of the monks stood by his side. Another Elder like T’Kosh, but his junior in relative rank.

“I assume you realize what you have done, osu?”

T’Kosh nodded his head ruefully.

“I do. I regret nothing but the necessity of my departure,” he murmured. “I will remain for a few days to settle you into my position...and to attempt to regain my balance, but...I will do what my transgression demands.”

“Vulcan will be much improved by your return.”

“No. I will be nothing more than an added disgrace,” T’Kosh said quietly. “But...she is worth the sacrifice.”

“We have known each other many years, and I believe you are overlooking something crucial,” the monk began, and T’Kosh looked at him with a single raised eyebrow. “To leave for hatred or ambition is to leave in disgrace. To leave for love? For that, you cannot be faulted. If she is the one who finally gave your katra its missing piece, then you are to be congratulated.”

Kind words did nothing to change the situation. In a few days, T’Kosh would be back on Vulcan having broken his vows. Even in disgrace, though, he could never regret being in such intimate contact with such a lovely woman. And he wouldn’t simply shove aside his feelings, even if he might never see her again.

--

By the time the Andorians had left and the Captain had led us back to the surface, I’d gained a few new bruises and scrapes. Not to mention the guilt roiling in my gut about having been forced to enter the reliquary when it was so obviously off-limits. T’Kosh would understand, though, wouldn’t he? After all, if he knew about the sensor array and had lied about it for the good of his people, then surely he’d understand why we’d done as we had...right?

If he didn’t, then would he regret what we’d done in the catacombs because of this?

When we reached the room we’d been kept in, though, it was almost empty. The majority of the monks had already left, presumably to resume whatever they had been doing prior to the Andorians’ arrival or to bathe or something. All, except T’Kosh. The Vulcan Elder stood a little straighter when he saw us.

“You people have a lot of nerve,” the Captain groused as he stormed toward the atrium. I knew there were only a few precious seconds that I could steal before I had to catch up on the way to the shuttle. I took up the rear of the group and paused in front of T’Kosh.

“Lieutenant...ashaya, I apologize. I was bound to secrecy. The needs of the many–”

“–outweigh the needs of the few,” I finished with a smile. He looked as though I’d stunned him. “I do know something of Surak’s teachings even if I’m not Vulcan.”

“Is that why you were selected to come to the surface?”

“Among other things, yes,” I murmured as I took a step closer to him. Why was I so nervous? I’d made out with the man in the middle of a dusty tunnel filled with relics and decaying corpses, so why was it that being this close to him in the daylight was making me shake? “T’Kosh, I...I know that Vulcans don’t view attachments the same way that Humans do, but...”

I trailed off and blinked away a few tears. How the hell was I supposed to convey what I needed to in such a short time span?

The tunnels. We hadn’t needed words in the tunnels, yet he seemed to understand every movement I made better than I understood it myself. Throwing caution to the wind, I closed the remaining distance between us and kissed him. Skimming one of my hands down his arm to grasp his fingers, I felt that same warm jolt at the contact that I had before. The quiet moan that he let out against my mouth assured me that he understood. I wasn’t alone in this feeling.

When we finally broke apart, T’Kosh touched his forehead to mine and took a breath as shaky as I felt.

“I wish for you to take this with you,” he said after a long moment, pushing something soft into my hands. “The blanket we shared. Ashaya, though we have not had much time together, every moment with you was a pleasure I thought I would never experience. You are everything I could have ever desired.”

“You’re better than even my best dreams,” I admitted feeling my heart shatter in my chest. I didn’t want to leave him, but I knew I had to. “We’ll find each other again.”

“Of that I have no doubt. Be safe, ashaya,” he looked into my eyes one last time and struggled for the right words. “I...lo...I will miss you.”

What he didn’t say was just as important as what he did. Leaning in and pressing a final soft kiss on his cheek, I gave him a smile.

“The feeling is mutual, T’Kosh.” With that, I released his fingers and clutched the blanket he’d given me close. I expected to be alone when I got to the outer door, but Trip was leaning against the doorframe. “Commander?”

“Cap’n’s pissed off with the Vulcans. Didn’t wanna give him a reason to lose his temper at you just because you wanted to say goodbye,” he said as we both walked quickly toward the shuttle. “I know he’ll be angry at me too, now, but I figured it shouldn’t just be you gettin’ yelled at, y’know?”

I didn’t find T’Kosh’s gift until after we’d dodged the Captain’s temper and returned to the ship. Wrapped carefully in the center of the blanket he’d given me was a small statue of Surak - one that looked old enough that it had to be a relic of some sort - and a handwritten note. The script on the page was in Vuhlkansu, so I went straight to Hoshi’s quarters. She’d looked at me with a mischievous little smile when I explained where it came from, but, mercifully, she didn’t comment.

“Whoever that monk was, he has beautiful handwriting. He couldn’t have made this any easier to read even if he’d typed it up on the computer,” she said as she skimmed it over and typed the translation up on a data PADD. She passed both back over to me a moment later with a smile. “There you go.”

“Thank you!” Taking a seat on the sofa beside her, I looked down at the PADD that held what might be the last I’d ever hear from the Vulcan monk I’d...befriended. Was that really the right word for someone I’d fallen asleep on top of and made out with in an ancient tunnel?

Lieutenant, I haven’t sufficient space to convey all that I wish after such a singular experience, so I will be brief. May your curiosity take you far, may logic keep you strong, and may we meet again. When you visit Vulcan, I recommend a hillside half a kilometer west of Mount Tar’Hana. There is a single tree that grows atop its summit. I have watched many sunsets there, and I believe you would find it pleasant. Live long and prosper, my lady. Stay warm. - One Who Wishes To Be Remembered

I didn’t realize I’d started crying until Hoshi wrapped her arms around my shoulders in a gentle hug.

“Yep, I thought it was something like that,” she murmured sympathetically as I hugged her back and sniffled.

That’s when I realized why I wouldn’t forget him. I couldn’t, even if I tried.

**2154 - Three Years Later - Near Mount Tar’Hana, Vulcan**

T’Kosh had a well-ordered routine. He awoke, he meditated, he tended his gardens, and every day at sunset he looked toward the hill not far from his home. The former monk realized that it was most likely an illogical endeavor. There were dozens of reasons - entirely logical reasons - why the Lieutenant might never come to this hill.

He’d only known her for two days. She may not have been able to read the note he’d given her. She might have perished in the Enterprise’s search for the Xindi, despite her name not being registered on the casualty list. But, perhaps the most painful reason of all and, unfortunately, the most likely of them all, as well, was that she’d simply forgotten him.

T’Kosh would never be able to forget her, though. Decades of work in the art of kolinahr had been entirely undone by her in a matter of hours. In the days after the Enterprise’s departure from P’Jem, T’Kosh had attempted to regain control of himself - of his newly-raging passions - but he was right back where he’d begun fifty years before.

This time, though, the primary emotion causing him trouble was not anger as it had been before. Now, it was affection...desire for a woman he would likely never be fortunate enough to encounter again. Obviously, that did not bode well for his next pon farr.

Every time he laid down to rest, he recalled the serenity he felt when she was curled up against him, nuzzling softly into his robes. The soft, sleepy sigh she let out when he placed a steadying arm around her unfailingly sent a sharp, hot pang of longing tearing through him. Even the memory of her scent never truly left him.

Had she ever thought of him the way he thought of her? If she did, was the memory of him as comforting to her as she was to him? Did she dream as sweetly of him as he did of her?

Fool. She is likely mated to a member of her own species by now...one who can offer more than a disgraced former monk ever could.

Despite those doubts, T’Kosh staunchly kept to his evening vigil. He would kneel in his home in the spot where he conducted his meditations, look out the window that faced the hill he’d described to her, and wait. When night fell and darkness blanketed the land again, he would close his eyes and meditate.

This evening was no different. Taking up his usual spot, the disgraced monk knelt and turned his gaze to the hilltop. Patience had always been one of his strengths. That was one of the reasons he’d succeeded at his studies in the art of kolinahr for so long.

Fate, it seemed, had decided that he’d been patient long enough. Just as the sky began to change colors, T’Kosh became aware of a figure ascending the ancient slope toward the gnarled, old tree that grew stubbornly atop its summit.

T’Kosh blinked once, twice, just to ascertain the truth of what his eyes were reporting to him. Someone was there!

His heart raced in his side as he got to his feet. Pulling a robe from its hook by the door in case she became cold in the night air, he hurried out the door and made his way to meet her.

Do not leap to conclusions. That could be anyone in the galaxy. She is not the only one who would climb a hill.

But what reason would anyone else have to visit such a secluded spot as this?

As he followed in the person’s path, he saw that his doubts were unfounded. The visitor was clearly Human, and her pheromones drifted to him on the wind.

The visitor was her.

Ashaya! Parted from me, but reunited!

After three years, she had made it to Vulcan to watch the suns set from the hill near his home. She’d taken a seat beneath the shade of the tree’s branches, clutching gray fabric to her chest. The blanket! She reached into the bag hanging from her shoulder and pulled out a small square frame.

She seemed not to hear his approach. Attempting to make his footfalls louder so that he wouldn’t startle her, T’Kosh approached her, stopping several feet away and sitting in the grass, laying his robe beside him.

He couldn’t take his eyes from her. She was his most impossible dream. When they bid each other farewell in the monastery that day, he knew that though they hoped to see one another again, the chances were slim to none.

But now she was here! T’Kosh was acutely aware of the affection that must be evident in his expression, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when he’d found the one who completed him again. Illogically, he was almost afraid to reach out and touch her. Would she shatter into a million pieces as in his dreams?

Was this a dream? Was he truly awake, or was his subconscious torturing him with what might have been?

After a moment, the Lieutenant wiped a tear from her cheek, sniffled, and looked to her side. Immediately, her eyes widened when she realized she wasn’t alone.

“T’Kosh?” She breathed his name like a prayer as her eyes filled with fresh tears. Sadness? That was not at all the emotion he had hoped to inspire in her. Should he have remained in his home? Before he could react, though, she’d set the frame aside, scrambled over to him, and flung her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder as she wept. Had he been any less in control than he was, the former monk would likely have allowed a few tears to escape as well. As it was, though, he held her securely and nuzzled the side of her head. “I thought I’d never see you again! After the monastery was destroyed, I tried to find out what happened to you, but all Ambassador Soval would tell me was that you’d left the order two months before the attack.”

“You...did not forget me...” he observed rather obviously as he held her close. Gentle, caring, affectionate mate, his emotions screamed, and this time he didn’t silence them immediately. He allowed himself to savor the comfort that her presence gave him. She’d asked a prominent Vulcan about him as if he was a person of importance. She had worried over him. Compassionate, surprising, wonderful, perfect mate!

“Of course not,” she replied with a damp little laugh. Pulling back just far enough to look into his eyes, the Lieutenant gifted him a soft, loving smile. “How could I forget someone who so clearly wished to be remembered?”

His breath caught in his chest. She had been able to translate his note then. Of course she was able to, or she would not be here now to confound you, old fool. T’Kosh swallowed nervously as his arms tightened almost imperceptibly around her.

Don’t let go. Can’t lose her again. Mine...

“The Xindi...I was relieved that your name was not listed amongst the casualties. I grieve with your people over your loss, and...I am proud that you and your crew were able to resolve the situation,” he murmured, and she thanked him quietly. He noticed, then, that she was practically seated in his lap. Lifting her easily in his arms, T’Kosh adjusted his legs to support her more fully and set her back on his thighs, content with how steady she felt now.

“To be honest with you, I would’ve thought that you would have forgotten me a long time ago. Or that you would’ve at least wanted to forget me. After all, everything that happened was our fault. P’Jem is gone because of us, and you...I thought...Soval explained that I’d ruined everything you worked for. I thought you’d hate me...that you wouldn’t want me to come here,” she said looking away with shame and guilt written on her features. T’Kosh couldn’t let that stand. Tilting her chin up as gently as he could muster, he looked into her eyes.

“You and your people could not have known what you’d stumbled into. The High Command should have warned you of our conflict with Andoria. In regards to my kolinahr training, you were not the only reason I left, and...I would not wish to forget you even if you had been sole motivation for my withdrawal from the order,” he admitted, “though, you were the most pleasant reason. I have...ached to hold you since the day we were parted.”

Her eyes widened as if he was a marvel.

“You don’t resent me?”

“Why should I resent the one who completes me?” T’Kosh asked nudging her nose lightly with his. Her lips met his, and he blinked in surprise before allowing his eyelids to flutter closed. He hadn’t experienced this gesture since they were alone in the catacombs, but it was just as pleasant now as it had been three years ago. Memories of the sweet, secret sounds she’d made for him that day flooded T’Kosh’s mind, and he couldn’t hold back a low, rumbling hum of hunger.

Mine...

The moment he pulled back, he missed the contact, and his instincts howled for him to kiss her again. He would - oh he would! T’Kosh would kiss her until she was breathless and dripping, positively aching for his touch, but first he had something important to say. Something that he hadn’t the chance or the right to say all those years ago.

Lifting her hands to cup his cheeks, the Lieutenant looked at him with such open, blinding affection that T’Kosh felt a surge of desire equal only to that which surfaced during the height of the blood fever. She was going to consume what little remained of his logic until all that remained was the beast that all Vulcans struggled so hard all their lives to control. His voice came out as a rough, bedraggled whisper when he finally spoke.

“Taluhk nash-veh k’dular. You...precious being who has stolen my logic from me...I cherish thee with all that I am. My homeworld is made brighter with the addition of your presence. I wish never to be parted from you again.”

She looked surprised, but pleased at his declaration. How could she possibly be surprised? Did she not know that it was entirely logical for him to be so fully devoted to her? Her gaze pierced straight into the center of his being. Could she not see that she was the only one who had ever inspired such strong desires within him? That he would drop to his knees and worship the ground upon which she walked even if it only earned him a moment of her attention?

“Disgraced though I may be, I wish to protect you, to provide for you...to be for you,” he murmured looking into her eyes with reverence. “I am yours, if you will stay...if you will have me.”

He’d barely finished speaking when her mouth met his. Her tears dampened his cheeks as she clung to him.

MINE.

“I want you, T’Kosh. I’ll have you for as long as you allow me to be yours,” she breathed, and his control shattered. Flipping her onto her back in the soft grass, he tangled his fingers with hers, pressed her hands into the grass on either side of her head, and kissed her as well as his lack of practice would allow.

He reveled in the simple, overwhelming pleasure of his mate’s affection.

She is mine! She is finally mine! Cherish her, protect her, mark her, keep her! Mine forever!

She pulled one hand free and buried it in his hair as she had three years prior, and this time, he allowed himself to moan as he kissed his way down her jaw. Pausing over the spot he had marked before, T’Kosh lavished the area with gentle licks and kisses. Soon she would be covered in marks. No one in the galaxy would be able to deny that she had an attentive, devoted mate.

Her hand slid down to his tunic, fumbling with the fastening.

“Every time I looked out at the stars I thought of you...I ached for you,” she admitted as she managed to pull the fabric around his torso loose.

“I am here with you, now. I will give myself to you as many times and in as many ways as you will allow,” he murmured as he sat back on his heels just long enough to finish removing the garment she had so clearly desired off of him. Before the fabric hit the ground, though, she sat up, placing searing kisses down his neck and chest as she grasped his bare shoulders. T’Kosh’s mouth dropped open in a silent gasp.

This was certainly not his first sexual encounter, but after being immersed in his studies of pure logic, her every touch felt like fire swirling through him and settling squarely in his throbbing lok.

Cupping the back of her head, T’Kosh slipped his fingers into her hair and gently pulled her back. Her pupils were dilated in hunger, and she was looking at him as though he was a meal. How could such a simple, animalistic expression rob him of his thoughts? His breathing was heavy and labored from the effort of forcing himself to go slowly. He would go carefully. She deserved–

“There were nights where I dreamed of the catacombs. I wandered alone, and the bodies came alive, but you...you saved me every time,” she murmured as if confessing to a crime. “And I’d try to thank you...to show you how grateful I was. You’d kiss me and bite me just like you did three years ago, and each time I woke up so close to an orgasm that I had no choice...”

“Tell me,” T’Kosh ordered, but he knew what she was going to say before she replied.

“I used my fingers...I thought of you...” Her voice was barely above a whisper as her hands slid down to the front of his pants. She didn’t dare continue without his permission, though.

“And did thinking of me bring about a pleasurable conclusion?” When she whispered ‘yes, osu,’ T’Kosh dipped his head and rewarded her honesty with a kiss. As lovely as it would have been to be there to hear her moan, he was about to make her scream for him. “I will satisfy your every desire. Every millimeter of you will be surrounded by my love for you.”

He had not been able to say it when they parted, and his lack of expression had haunted his nightmares. He had been afraid that they would not meet again - that he would not have an opportunity to rectify that mistake.

That she would live the rest of her life unaware of how much he adored her.

Looking into her eyes, T’Kosh cupped her cheeks. She was as breathtaking as she had been before. He could see how exhaustion and fear had weighed upon her over the years, but he intended to smooth her worries away and replace them with pleasure. Turning to the side, he spread his extra robe over the ground then lifted her easily onto it. Their fingers went for her shirt at the same time, and both their remaining clothes were soon no more than discarded fabric littering the hilltop.

He was busy nibbling a mark onto her neck when her nimble little fingers wrapped around his lok and made him snarl against her skin. He caught her wrists and brought them to his lips, giving her a dark, hungry expression. Instead of fear, though, he found desire that matched his own.

“I wish to be gentle, but I am not above claiming you in the manner which you are attempting to provoke.” A mischievous smirk crossed her lips at his warning, but she nodded her head. Laying on his back atop the spare robe, T’Kosh pulled her over him and urged her forward so that her dripping center rested above his mouth.

“T’Kosh, wha-oh!” She broke off with a yelp of pleasure as he began feasting upon the sweetness that had spread down her thighs. The sharp memory of the catacombs flashed through his mind, and he realized that this was the gush of pheromones he’d detected when he’d bitten her.

She’d been dripping on sacred ground with Andorian soldiers mere feet away.

For him.

Because of his actions.

With a growl, T’Kosh abandoned any delicacy he’d been able to retain and pulled her thighs down harder over his face. If he was smothered this way, he would be content to drown in his lady’s pleasure. The Lieutenant moaned, making his lok throb where it rested hard and ready on his stomach. She tried to brace herself with one hand on his chest and the other tangled in his hair, which suited T’Kosh’s inner beast perfectly.

Yes, fall apart for me, become weak for me! I will take care of you! I will look after you and ensure your pleasure!

Within moments she shattered over his tongue, and a fresh wave of her slick covered the lower half of his face. With her scent marking him as hers, T’Kosh luxuriated in the feeling of her trembling above him and whimpering his name.

With a final long stroke of his tongue between her folds, T’Kosh carefully flipped her onto her back and lifted her legs in his grasp. He knew that he must look utterly savage with his hair all mussed and her essence dripping down his chin onto his neck and chest, but he was on a mission. Admiring how her inner thighs glistened while she was spread open for him, T’Kosh met her blissfully pliant gaze with one of hunger.

“You seem quite prepared for me, little one,” he murmured turning his head far enough to nip at her ankle. “Would you prefer that I take you now or shall I give you a demonstration of my prowess?”

“Do as you wish, my love,” she crooned, and the former monk pressed her legs together, laying her ankles against his shoulder. He rubbed the tip of his lok against her dripping cleft then moved upwards just far enough to push himself between her slicked up thighs. His length was squeezed deliciously between her soft skin, pulling a moan from deep in his throat. When his hips rested flush against the backs of her legs, T’Kosh looked down to see his tip peeking through the other side of her limbs. “Fuck...you might split me in half.”

Her awe-filled whisper forced his hips into movement. He had imagined what it might be like to give her a show like this, but he never thought he’d actually get the chance. He’d been so tightly wound for so long that he assumed he’d lose control much earlier. Thrusting slowly, T’Kosh gave her a molten stare.

“I will endeavor to bring you as much pleasure you can take and more,” he promised before biting her calf muscle. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the air, and after a few moments of this exquisite torture, the Lieutenant pulled away.

Fear gripped T’Kosh’s mind. Had he done something wrong? He’d just opened his mouth to ask when she laid on her stomach in front of him and took his lok in her mouth.

A devastated groan escaped him as her eyes met his. Such innocence didn’t belong in the expression of someone so adept at giving pleasure. He could feel her dexterous, devious little tongue swirling around his tip and pressing against his veins as her hand massaged the rest.

He didn’t want her to overtax herself with this - he should be the one worshiping her - but as he watched her, he realized that she was enjoying this. There was no sign of strain in her countenance, only pure, sensual bliss.

“You are making it very difficult for me to restrain myself,” he warned. Her hands took the place of her mouth, stroking his length as she looked up at him with mischief dancing in her eyes.

“What if I don’t want you to?”

“Do not tempt me,” T’Kosh ordered, but it felt like more of a plea. He wanted to be rougher - oh, he wanted to - but she deserved his tenderness and devotion after waiting so long.

“Please, T’Kosh...osu...”

Something in him snapped, and he flipped his lover onto her hands and knees. He tried to be careful as he penetrated her for the first time, and once he was in to the hilt, he set a fast, merciless pace. His ashaya shouted in pleasure, rocking herself back to meet his thrusts as one of his hands settled lightly around her throat.

“Perfect mate! I can feel you stretching to accommodate me. Yes, take me!”

The two lost themselves in the sensation of filling and being filled. Time was no more. The universe was narrowed to the two of them and the intimacy of their joining atop a hill in Vulcan’s remote countryside. She called for him countless times, and he was there to answer every one without fail. He was with her. He was hers. And he wasn’t going anywhere.

“T’Kosh, please...”

Her voice was high and breathy, making his beast sing.

“Anything you wish...name it and it’s yours...” he crooned nuzzling the nape of her neck as he pounded into her. She was close. They both were.

“Fill me. Let me feel you come inside me. Please,” she whimpered as her walls fluttered around him. T’Kosh groaned in pleasure and gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust into her. His composure abandoned him entirely as she screamed his name for all of Vulcan to hear. The former monk was no more than a wild man as he frantically chased his own end inside his mate. With a roar, he spilled inside her feeling complete for the first time in his life.

Wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist, he felt words slipping past his lips.

“Parted...from me...but never parted...never and always...touching and t-touched...” His forehead rested against the back of her neck. Pulling carefully out of her and easing her into his lap, T’Kosh spoke quietly. “Ashaya, I wish to be bonded with you...to pledge myself to you for the rest of my life and swear that my katra will seek yours when that life has ended.”

Exhausted, she laid soft kisses across his jaw.

“If that’s what you want, then we’ll be bonded,” she said as easily as if she was commenting on the suns which had now disappeared to reveal the dark swath of night sky that T’Kosh loved.

“You’re certain that you wish the same thing?” A quiet, gentle laugh poured from her throat at his question.

“Of course I am. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me, remember?”

Oh, did he remember. They stayed there a few moments longer - just until T’Kosh’s legs could support them both. Then he gathered their clothes and placed them in her bag. Picking up the blanket and the little frame she’d been holding, he paused.

“Was a hastily scrawled note truly worth the expense of a frame?” He asked as he saw his own handwriting glaring up at him from beneath the glass. Soft arms wrapped themselves around his still-nude waist.

“It was, because it was from the man I love.”

The sweet earnestness with which she spoke brought tears to T’Kosh’s eyes. He blinked them back and turned to kiss his soon-to-be wife.

“Come, ashaya. Let us go home.”

~*~*~

Vulcan Words:

t’sai = lady (polite form of address)

ashaya = love

osu = sir (polite form of address)

[ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm]

Letters in Transition, 28 Jul 2022

A collaborative correspondence between @academicdisasterfic and I, inspired by our encounters with fic as queer, trans boys. Letters, words and art exchanged at the start of an unrestrained life. Previous entries can be found here. The fics mentioned in this letter are draco malfoy and the rabbit on the moon by me and Away Childish Things by lettered.

Dear Rooney,

I think a lot of trans people have a complicated relationship with summers. If you pick up on what’s going on with you as a kid, it can be a relief to have the number of people perceiving you daily suddenly and drastically reduce, to be left alone in your house to think whatever, google whatever, wear whatever. At the same time, it’s hard on our bodies. I dislike being cold, it’s one of my least favourite sensations, but I’ve always been particularly terrified of heat, on some grand conceptual scale. Over the years, I’ve got it down to this - if you’re cold, you can always put something on, but if you’re too hot, there’s only so many things you can do until it’s just you and your skin, and then where do we go from there? Summers, especially like the one we’re having now, are a constant reminder of that, to a trans body. You are forced to face your nakedness in a practical, almost clinical way. Pushed to seek comfort in what makes your skin crawl. Resigned to wear things you never would want to just because they’re there, and it’s hot, and you need to physically show up in the world.

Sometime next month, I’ll have to be very publicly visible for a couple of weeks. I’ll meet new people and people who haven’t seen me in a while, I’ll have to sell myself in a professional capacity and in between that attempt to make friends, or feel at ease, or do whatever it is you’re supposed to do when your little gray cells are buzzing with the proximity of others. I’m doing little things to prepare - I’m adding things to my wardrobe that will make me feel more confident, I’m in counseling, I’m making my skin intentionally and selfishly soft. It’s going well. But tonight, in the middle of this hot summer, it’s raining, and I’m sitting on the floor and thinking, again, if I should cut my hair.

We’ve talked about this before. You said that one day it gets better. I realistically know that I would look and feel better if I just cut it all off - but the last time I did it it was before i came out to myself. I was happy, in the salon, and then afterward I had about twenty minutes of pure unadulterated joy beforeIi was overcome with terror and confusion at what I was seeing in the mirror. With that came an awful, slow-burning bout of that unplaced feeling (that I now know is called dysphoria) whenever I had to see myself in the mirror, in photographs, in the eyes of other people. It was so painful that I don't EVER want to feel that way again - I would sob so loud that my housemate from across the hall would hear me, and I generally never let myself make loud sounds, the way I talked about loud breathing in this fic.

I was always frustrated that the chain of experiences in Away Childish Things means that that Draco will likely never grow his hair long again, that he’ll never plait it with ribbons. There’s that moment when he’s small and with Harry on the couch and he wails “I miss my hair”, when we think he’s going to say something else, and whenever I hear or read that moment I always think I’ll laugh but I never do, it always hurts, it always hits me right where I live.

In mainstream media, trans people cut their hair and love it. In  mainstream media, women cut their hair and either spiral or transform. In  mainstream media men cut their hair and…what? Either glow up or become incapacitated? I know I associate my own…value? interest? with the length of my hair. I know it’s probably something as simple as that, some conflation of internalised misogyny and the fear of looking like something I’m not - which would be what? A woman with short hair? Who knows. My point is, I don’t have any sort of answer or out to my silly, vain dilemma.

But fic, especially fic in this universe, gave me something that’s a better anchor than an answer of the kind I might be expected to take away from a film, a montage in a music video, a prying news report.

In fics, I have so often found a mirror for my pain and gotten to sit with it, with the lasting and echoing reality of discomfort. That in itself is a gift.

Dreaming of an uncomplicated summer for you,

From the mirror, the summer, the rain,

yours,

joy.

[eyesaremosaics]

Really struggling with depression lately. At first I thought it was the rain… for those who don’t know California has been repeatedly hit with what they are calling: the atmospheric river, or the Pineapple Express from Hawaii. It’s been pretty dreary, lots of flooding… trees knocked over… power outages… you know. Fun stuff. The city, where I live, has remained mostly unaffected by the storms. Though being trapped inside all day every day… is a little daunting.

It isn’t the weather, though I’m sure it contributes. Trying to work on my gratitude practice. I have much to be grateful for, which is why I find this depression so irksome. My relationship with my partner is stronger than ever. We’ve been together for 3 years now… and I guess I am wondering when or if he will ever ask me to marry him. Pretty positive I know the reason why he hasn’t asked though. Finances are tight for him, his work has slowed down and he’s pivoting in terms of career in favor of more stability. He has student loans, plus having to pay his parents rent on top of half of our own. He isn’t left with much to play with.

I work 4 jobs, so I am very burnt out. When the weekend comes, I want to go out and explore the city. I want to see shows, try new bourgeois restaurants, go shopping, go to the movies, play mini golf—whatever. What I’d really love to do is more traveling. I feel trapped by my current situation… I’m comfortable making a lot of money, but I have no free time as a result. There has to be a way to make just as much money… without having to sacrifice so much of my time.

Feeling a sort of creative death. I don’t journal anymore. I used to draw and write in my journal everyday. I don’t paint, or make mixed CDs, collages, music videos… I used to always be doing creative things when I was broke in college. Now that I’m an adult—I have no time for self care, let alone creativity. I don’t even blog on here as much anymore. This is where I used to come to get inspired. Life feels very dull and lackluster these days. Looking to find a way to make more space for creativity in 2023.

I think… I will have to ask my boss to cut my hours. That seems like the best solution. Just 5 hours a week would significantly open up my day. I’d have more time to workout and go for runs/walks. I could actually put up all the things that need to go in my Etsy shop. I could start this YouTube channel I’ve been threatening to start for 3 years. This will require a pay cut, and sacrifice.

Standing up for what I need, and communicating that to my employers is very hard for me. Having healthy boundaries, has always been a challenge. When your boundaries are repeatedly stepped on as a child… you don’t know any other way to act to feel accepted by others. This is the year I prioritize myself. My own growth and development matters too. It’s not healthy to continually sacrifice myself for others all day everyday. Hell—it’s even become my job.

Since our finances are in different places, we cannot enjoy the same activities. He believes the activities I like to engage in are just a means to escape reality… uh, yeah dude. Get me outta here. If not physically, then mentally at the very least. (as that TikTok girl would say lol).

I think I know what I need to do… it’s just plucking up the courage to do it. I pray we get a decent amount of money out of the lawsuit we are in. I’m praying for 40,000$ each. Then I could afford to cut back my hours, and make more time for myself and my art. I beseech the universe for this blessing. Energy goes where your focus goes… I have to remember to practice what I preach.

[arwenkenobi48]

Answer The Call

I sat alone on the bench at the top of the hill. Behind me, the gothic monument was lit up by three spotlights, casting an eerie silver light over everything. This was the one spot in the city I could still feel some modicum of peace. My phone began vibrating in my pocket and out of pure instinct, I answered it.

“Hello?” “Hallo, Ezra?” Mephistopheles’ voice was on the other line. “When are you coming back?” He asked. I sighed. “I don’t know, Mephi. I’m not even sure where I’m going anymore.” “Join the club,” he chuckled dryly. “I’m serious, Mephisto,” I insisted. “I feel like as long as I remain who I am, I’m just going to reach dead end after dead end. I just wish I could throw it all away and become an average person like everybody else!”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. “Why would you want to do that?” Mephistopheles asked. “So that I’m not in pain anymore,” I replied tearfully, my voice cracking as I tried - and failed - to stifle a sob. “You do realise what would happen if you did that, don’t you?” Mephistopheles spoke again, now more solemn than before. “Aside from what you mentioned, that is.” “What’s that?” I asked dismally, still sniffling. Mephistopheles gulped as he replied: “It means that I won’t exist.”

I gasped, a horrible cold feeling seizing me like a frozen washing up glove. “What?” I whispered, my stomach dropping. “You mean…you wouldn’t be my muse anymore?” “It’s not just that,” Mephistopheles explained. “The MephistoVerse, Blood Moon Sky, all of your side projects, original and adaptation-wise, they’d all go away.” I felt my body trembling all over as I realised the full extent of what that meant.

“Oh, Mephi…” I whimpered, horrified at what I had almost wished away. “You mustn’t do this, Ezra.” Mephistopheles pleaded. “You won’t end up with anything, good or bad. If something bad happens again, you won’t have anything to give you comfort during those times. You wouldn’t be able to help any of your friends either. Don’t give up on them and for the love of chocolate pudding, don’t give up on me!”

“I don’t want to do that!” I insisted, now with a sense of determination in my previously defeated mind. “I’m just so tired of being hurt so many times.” “That’s precisely why you created me, don’t you remember?” Mephistopheles enquired. “Me, Ulysses, Amsel, all the rest of us. We’ve been the artistic manifestations of your will to live and believe in yourself. The only reason why we’re all still here is because you didn’t give up. If you don’t believe in your dreams, Ezra, who will?”

I couldn’t help admitting that I hadn’t thought of it that way. “Are you sure you’re not still an angel in disguise, Mephi?” I asked curiously. “Only if you wrote it into my character lore.” He responded. A small chuckle escaped my lips. “Let’s at least wait to see what happens in June,” Mephistopheles continued. “You’ll be turning 23! A lot can happen between now and then. Besides, Amsel asked me whether or not you’re going to continue with your new project starting him and all of us.” “Which one?” I asked. “You know, the one you’d been planning to announce but couldn’t officially schedule. The one you’re going to publish on AO3.” Mephistopheles coughed, surreptitiously muttering “Twelvefold Brotherhood” in the process. “Of course!” I gasped, jumping to my feet. “How the hell did I forget that!?”

“So,” Mephistopheles continued. “You’re going to keep going no matter what happens, even if dreams are all you have to live for, and I’m going to be your endless fountain of inspiration. Do we have a deal? Plus it’s raining outside and l don’t want you to get pneumonia. See if you can catch a tram back, will you?” I couldn’t help but smile as I started back down the hill. “Mephi, you’re a marvel,” I said. “Eh, I can’t take all the credit,” he replied.

[helpinghandsrpc]

literary sexts vol. 2 poetry meme

PART TWO

Inspired by the Vol 1 meme by lizzyisameme, I have decided to make an unofficial sequel with various quotes from Literary Sexts Vol 2, found here on Amazon, as edited by Amanda Oaks & Caitlyn Siehl. As always, if you like what you read, please consider supporting the authors and buying the book yourself!

Not all poems from the book will be found here, as this is only from the middle of the book, and I’m still leaving a good chunk out. 

I want you, smelling like the earth, fresh out from the rain, running back to me clothes heavy and soaked with sky.

I watch your eyelids flutter with our fluidity, intertwining into a perfect rhythm that I could never hope to recreate in even my greatest love poem. 

Kiss me so loud the clothes are quiet when we peel off each other’s shells. Love me with such volume the neighbors mistake our bodies for gunshots and we’ll never run out of ammunition. 

The are are no fig leaves, no apples. Just an overripe peach waiting, your wide mouth with tongue catching rivers of golden summer light.

Desire is fundamental, the lexicon of planets and moons, a sentence’s structure, the lunar longing to pull you into me with the unequivocal dark power, like the black noun longs to pull the red verb inside it.

You are a mountain beside me. I am the slowest river. We are aglow.

Your name like a caramel thing, burnt-sweet and sticky. In my mouth, dissolving, sugar cube, cherry red, lips locked.

I’m licking the salt of your body from my fingertips, never thought I’d find such a burning sea.

I have been collecting your voice for ages - taking syllables here and there, burying them in memory like seeds. I forget where I leave them, only remembering when I hear you again, and then it is springtime, the first bloom, your hands soft on my skin.

Let us ask forgiveness for our sins after we’ve finished - or shall we just shout God’s name in something like praise?

These mountains of yours have taken more lives than Everest. Inching closer to the top and I can hardly breathe. I bet you the world that I will barely make it out of here alive.

Your body, a bolted cage; mine, a feral beast. I know the ecstasy of a free life but I want forever to be trapped inside you.

Cities were sacked, entire civilizations raised and leveled, stars imploded and sucked up the crust of the universe when they heard those sultry words leave your lips.

My back arched over the surface of the kitchen table, bent up, concave with one fixed kiss below. You leave whole notes around my wrists. I etch staves down your back, and the fermatas holding each beat in its curve.

You smell distantly of a slice of honeydew melon, and I want to be the one who grabs you underneath the chalky lights of this bar, show you the curves of you -- how I can eat you, until you are nothing but a rind. 

Tonight my ridges are violent and gritty. If you’re not willing to get a dirty love underneath your fingernails, pivot your heel back downtown. I am not catharsis; I am a pair of crimson lips, ready to bleed between yours.

My liberty is godless but tonight, your lips are holy. I am the restless disciple of your hands; I will be what they tell me to be. You are unhooking my faithless declaration with honeysuckle fingers, you’re becoming my religion.

Where you walk, shadows draw back and nothing escapes your light. Where you walk, gravity moves away from you and you divide the sea of people. 

All this time I spent boarding my windows against you and still stole in through the cracks, sifted over the furniture, and settled into the carpet, persistent as sand in a beach house.

I am the vagabond moon swallowed by your wandering star, the crescent sliver of light kissed into oblivion by your absolute eclipse.

Kissing you didn’t require practice. It was slipping back into my skin. It was our bodies adrift in dark water.

You sigh; dancing in the ash of separation. I shudder; the tragedy of years wasted. We collide; for the first time I make love with both eyes open.

I see something new each time I taste you. How do you so widen the hearth of my desire? I cannot hold my hunger for you. 

We make love like near-death. You’re a hellhound man with heaven-streaked hands. I run towards the light.

My tongue will speak you into riverbed. Flood your throat until the drought of your heart becomes thirsty again.

Let me dribble peach juice down your chest. Let me trace a sugar road into your mouth, lick my fingers clean from your sin and drink your body whole. 

I never pretended to be anything less than what you see: a woman completely in love with you, the most dangerous kind of wolf. It was only when you buried your hands in my fur that I bit down. 

Tired of names, let this only be colors: the red of your nail lacquer, matching the stem of your wine glass. Now, I brush my teeth while you sleep, your long hair everywhere. Later, I will braid it into my own, dream of you. 

[cowtale-utau]

This time it's lyrics from songs on my “current replays” playlist.

Undertale Sans/Ace - “Cloud is hangin' over my mind, Sippin' somethin' bittersweet, Tired of feeling tired” (Xylo - Chlorine)

Undertale Papyrus/Lief - “Put on a happy face, Make a scene and leave a permanent trace” (Shinedown - Hope)

Underfell Sans/Chisel - “Go on, make my day, Go get high on my mistakes” (Palaye Royale - Punching Bag)

Underfell Papyrus/Spur - “Is there composure in the pain? Can I ever find my peace? Will I ever balance me?” (Rivals - Alkaline)

Underswap Sans/Scout - “I don't need lessons, I do what I want, it's refreshing, As soon as you taste independence, you start living life in the present” (Yonaka - Seize the Power)

Underswap Papyrus/Piper - “But in the end I learned it rains in hell, And angels could be bad” (Vicetone - Angels)

Swapfell(Red) Sans/Whip - “Level up, She wanna fight, bitch, huddle up” (ppcocaine - Level Up)

Swapfell(Red) Papyrus/Coyote - “Run away and lead a life without consequence, Reaching for a book of matches, Strike a light and you'll see the real mess that I am” (Des Rocs - Nothing Personal)

Horrortale Sans/Tender - “I would feed you all my pleasures just to drown in all of yours, Have you heard of me? Are you hurting me?” (Slipknot - Yen)

Horrortale Papyrus/Cook - “Wanna stand up and scream, what do I care? Sing this shit like a mantra, Middle finger's up, I got ya” (New Medicine - Fuck It)

Swapfell(Purple) Sans/Doc - “Believe there's freedom, took my soul, I'll burn your shit alive and take the throne” (Saint Mesa - Throne)

Swapfell(Purple) Papyrus/Flint - “Never give them, No respect, Because all authority, Have told me, You're just a lost cause” (KennyHoopla - lost cause//)

Fellswap Gold Sans/Haze - “I'm a boss bitch, I can't argue with mutts, Headed straight to the bank, I been addin' it up” (Flo Milli and Monaleo - We Not Humpin’)

Fellswap Gold Papyrus/Cirrus - “It's getting too loud, I want to lay down” (Anavae - Human)

Underlust Sans/Shine - “I don’t want you, baby, Just your attention” (Picturesque - ATTN)

Underlust Papyrus/Calico - “I'm not your princess, I'm a motherfucking queen” (Emlyn - Rapunzel)

Dancetale Sans/Shuffle – “We convince ourselves that we are free, we are free, But we tread the same routine, We wake up to the same face day by day, day by day” (Anavae - High)

Dancetale Papyrus/Foxtrot - “Your babydoll has got a wandering eye, And she keeps looking at me” (LUNA AURA - BABYDOLL)

Outertale Sans/Saturn – “Don't get me in trouble now, let's not pretend, That you're the good guy and I just lost my patience” (Yonaka - Clique)

Outertale Papyrus/Mercury – “You inspire me beautiful genius, Conquering the world no sign of weakness” (Snowblood - Crazy Fucking Robot Body)

Farmtale Sans/Sage – “Cuz I've been looking, but I've yet to see, Where do all these men find the audacity” (Emlyn - Audacity) 

Farmtale Papyrus/Thyme – “So figure it out, or don't figure it out, I figured it out, The bigger the river, The bigger the drought” (Highly Suspect - My Name is Human) 

G!Sans/Aurum - “We've gone so far, we have passed the horizon, Can't look back, we're beyond any reason” (Normandie - Babylon)

G!Papyrus/Viridis – “One of the lost ones, The one without a name, Without an honest heart as compass” (Nightwish - Nemo)

[themidnightghoul]

Midnight’s Summoning Blanket

I forgot who I originally saw the HC from that Lussy likes to knit/crochet blankets for the new Summons. I want to say it was @littlemoon-beam but I also have the memory of a goldfish 🥲 But I loved it, it stuck with me (obviously) and I wanted to incorporate it into my original Ghoul baby, Midnight! I had a vision for it initially and I was happy with it, it was cute and simple but fit her well. And then. I got this really pretty purple ombré yarn recently and my brain went nuts trying to figure out what I wanted to do with it. I’m weird about ombré yarns like this because I feel like they have to have the perfect pattern which isn’t always the easiest thing with these kinds of yarns (at least for me and my brain). But then I saw a video of a star blanket crochet tutorial and it got the gears turning, which led to me wanting to change my original idea for the blanket Midnight gets from Cumulus. I eventually found the perfect pattern and finally finished the blanket today! So, presenting, Midnight’s Summoning blanket:

If you’d like to read a little Midnight lore and learn about the blanket, feel free to keep reading below! If not and you just wanted to see the finished blanket, thank you for reading this far and I hope I inspired you to make your own star blanket 🖤

Midnight is a Quintessence Ghoul and the way I HC Quint Ghouls is that they’re literally from the stars. Like, made of stardust and galaxies and the like. So, when Midnight is Summoned, she’s pulled from the cosmos and thrust into a vessel. She has no idea what to do and all she knows is that she misses her stars. At first, she spends a lot of time just sitting in her room staring at the sky at night. She won’t really talk a lot and is basically in mourning for her stars and the life she lived up there. Mountain makes her a rocking chair so that she can at least have somewhere to sit that isn’t the floor or the edge of her window (he’s terrified she’s gonna fall one night). And once Cumulus gets to know her a little better (as much as she can because at first, Midnight really just doesn’t let anyone get close) she makes her a blanket.

It’s purple, obviously, because she’s a Quintessence Ghoul and Midnight just happens to love the color purple. But its various shades of purple, lights and darks, that resemble the various colors found in space. And the shape? An eight pointed star. Midnight is confused at first but then Cumulus explains why an eight pointed star:

“Rain. Dew. Swiss. Mount. Phantom. Aurora. Cirrus. Me. Eight points, eight Ghouls. And we’re all connected, we’ve all come together as one pack to comfort you.” She covers Midnight with the blanket and the realization of what Cumulus has just said hits her and she starts to cry. “You’re a long way from where you came from, Starshine, and you may not feel like you have a place here just yet. But you’re our family. You’re not alone and you never will be again.”

Cumulus hugs her tightly, wiping away her tears. “And if you ever feel lonely but don’t want to come to one of us, just cover yourself with this blanket and know that you have all of us with you. We love you, sweetheart.”

I didn’t intend to actually make this blanket but things just happened to work out to where I could bring the thing in my brain to life, so I did. I’ve been going through it lately in my personal life but working on this was very therapeutic. Having this thing that brings comfort to a character that is very similar to me in a lot of ways is incredibly soothing and I’m so incredibly proud of this silly little blanket 🖤

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️

It looks like we’ll be getting heavy rain all day with chances of flash flooding. I think we’ll be fine where we are as far as flooding goes but I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose power.

Good thing my coffee is brewed and in hand. 😃

Sarah Vogelsong • virginiamercury.com

Youngkin declares state of emergency ahead of Tropical Storm Ophelia

So, yeah, this is why we have a state of emergency here in Virginia. Overnight we got a bit of rain, enough to have standing water in the yard, but we’ll be fine. I feel for folks in lower lying areas. The town of Staunton often has flooding issues. Here’s hoping everyone stays safe and dry today. 🤞🏼

Nathan Edwards • The Verge

Mastodon, the federated microblogging platform, has been updated to version 4.2, which comes with massive improvements to search and the web interface, particularly for logged-out and first-time users.

The tiny open source crew behind Mastodon continues to deliver excellent features and they do it right unlike Space Karen’s company.

While I wish some friends would leave the bird place I’m still extremely happy to have this space to share and have wonderful conversations with amazing people every day. ❤️

Paul Sutter • Space.com

The loss of dark skies is so painful, astronomers coined a new term for it

This is pretty sad, isn’t it? I read this great piece in The Bitter Southerner a few years back that talked about a small town in Georgia Astronomers love because it’s so dark out there. 🌚

Joe George • Den Of Geek

The Star Trek Next Generation Story That Connects the Borg to The Original Series Crew

My question for Star Trek fans, do you love this or hate this?

I like it! 👍🏼

Vjeran Pavic • The Verge

Apple recently extended its deal for Qualcomm modems despite years of effort to develop its own — now we know why. According to a detailed report from the Wall Street Journal, Apple’s attempt to develop its own in-house 5G modem has been stymied by issues resulting from the iPhone maker underestimating the complexity and technical challenges of the task, and a lack of global leadership to guide the separate development groups siloed in the US and abroad.

This is a surprise to me. I can’t see it being because of the technical challenges. I could understand them saying “It’s just not ready.” But a technical challenge? Perhaps? 🤔

Joel Chrono • joelchrono12.xyz

This post was inspired by Rob Fahrni’s post, Saturday Morning Coffee. It has absolutely nothing to do with the content itself, but I got up, served myself a coffe, and wrote all this…

Hey! I inspired someone to write on their blog! That’s never happened before! It’s really wonderful and I hope Joel continues to write and bring us interesting content. Thanks for the love, Joel! ❤️

Ageist

I believe we’ve got retirement wrong. Hear me out. In the early 1990s, I attended my first business trip as a fresh-faced 23-year-old eager to make my mark in the world. I found myself at a workshop, listening to a speaker discuss the concept of retirement. At that age, retirement was a distant, almost foreign concept. Still, one statement from the speaker stuck in my mind: “People know to prepare financially for retirement but don’t know to prepare mentally.” He revealed a startling fact: mortality rates increase dramatically within the first three years of retirement. This revelation has stayed with me ever since.

Right. Do not retire and live like Blue Zone folks live. I actually love this idea.

Not retiring can take on different forms so go read the piece. Folks that know me know I want to write my own software if I ever achieve the financial stability to do it. I’ve considered doing part time work for someone like Starbucks just to socialize a bit. When we lived in Exeter I would frequent Exeter Coffee Company and hang out with a ragtag gang of folks. That’s living in my book. 👍🏼

Robert Harrington • palmerreport.com

What does it mean should Trump’s bail be revoked? First it’s important to recall he’s out on bail on four different felony charges in the first place. In other words, “out on bail” means he’s free and at liberty at the pleasure of four separate jurisdictions. If that bail is revoked in any of those jurisdictions, US marshals will be sent to wherever Trump is at the moment and summarily drag him out — in handcuffs — and take him to jail.

I know some people don’t believe a former President should be indicted of a crime much less be prosecuted or spend time in jail if convicted. I’m certainly not one of those people. TFG is a criminal and as such deserves a bit of time in the clank. 🚓

And, yeah, even at the risk of violence. If we allow certain people to get away with anything we don’t have a democracy or the rule of law. 🧑‍⚖️

Catherine Thorbecke • CNN

Alyssa Henry, the CEO of Square – a unit of Jack Dorsey’s fintech company, Block – will leave her post at the company next month.

I wonder if Jack plans to sell Block off to Space Karen so he can realize his everything app? 🤣

Valerie Ettenhofer • /Film

While you won’t find a “Joker” alternate ending available to view online, rumors about one persist thanks to a tidbit shared by filmmaker Kevin Smith on his “Fatman Beyond” podcast (via CinemaBlend). In a discussion of the film, Smith explains that he was told about a proposed original ending for the movie in which Arthur himself is revealed to be the Wayne family’s killer, and Bruce Wayne ends up in his crosshairs.

This would’ve been an amazing ending for Joker! The only problem with that is we couldn’t have sequels where Joker and Batman tangle.

I want so badly to see a Batman movie or series of movies that feature Joker exclusively. That may be too much to pull off so at the very least give us A Death in The Family in movie form. In Superman vs. Batman we get a glimpse of Robin’s — Jason Todd — armor in a glass case with Jokers writing on it. Great Easter egg.

Dave Rogers

The second night I was there, two more of our classmates joined us. One was a retired Air Force E-9 who’d worked in meteorology his whole career. The other is a highly trained engineer. Climate came up again, this time from the engineer. He’s convinced we can solve the crisis. Our host told him not to ask me, because he wouldn’t like the answer. But our Air Force friend was in my camp. It was interesting to me to listen to his take. Our views differ somewhat, but our conclusions are the same. It’s too late to avert a general collapse of civilization, likely before this century is out.

I like Dave’s writing a lot. He’s very open in what her shares and is extremely concerned with the state of the state of Florida. It’s a complete nightmare to live in if you’re an empathetic, caring, person. The GOP lead government doesn’t care about anyone or anything.

Dave’s take may seem a bit dark but I think he’s hit the nail on the head. We have screwed ourselves in the name of capitalism and investor return. And we’ve screwed future generations. 🤬

Bradley Brownell • Jalopnik

The United Auto Workers strike has expanded from three facilities to 41, as contract negotiations continue to slog on. Ford and the UAW have come together to form a tentative agreement, and while there is still a lot of work to be done, the union has chosen not to expand its striking efforts against Ford facilities.

Here’s an industry where we need radical transformation, now. I know the piece is about workers and I hope they’re able to negotiate and get what they need to survive and thrive.

At one point Detroit was a model of the middle class because of the automobile.

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James Robins • defector.com

Musk’s life and personality, it turns out, is not so hard to contain. It is flat and shallow and open for all to read. The difficulty comes when Isaacson tries to impose some fabricated complexity on a not-very-complex man, and uses that illusion of knottiness as an excuse to paper over a much truer and more interesting story.

Space Karen isn’t the genius everyone thinks he is. He’s a bully who needs someone to smash his nose a few times so he’ll understand that treating people like crap has consequences.

Garbage human who managed to con his way into crap tons of money.

[kambahpeoplesmap]

Kambah - exhibition at Tuggeranong Arts Centre 20 Jan to 4 March

Welcome to the exhibition ‘Kambah’. Explore and help create two maps of our experience and the atmosphere of living in Kambah – the good, the great, the not-so-great, the personal, the useful, the curious ... 

Mapping Kambah with you finds its inspiration in The People's Map of Wangaratta made by artist Ashabee Abraham (like Nick Cave, Wangaratta born and bred). She mapped the tiny personal things - locations of first kisses, best dog walking route, best sunset spot. She also mapped touristic sites, useful sites, happy places and not so happy places. 

Mapping involves sensing and recording. I’ve used old style photography to record what I’ve seen and that’s what you’re seeing on the walls. I’ve talked to lots of people and you’ll find photos and stories getting added to the map over the exhibition. I learnt about the movie you see in the corner from one of those conversations.

I started Kambah during the first Covid 19 lockdown back in May 2020. The fires had just terrified us and the rains had started washing top soil off the burn sites into the creeks and gullies. Then we were all forced to stay home other than our walks. I noticed many people out on what are usually quiet routes. I noticed I paid attention to the Crozier area (my neighbourhood) in ways I have not before. I started to notice things. 

This is where the map began. 

I invite you to share what you would like others to know or what stays in your mind about Kambah. Maybe it’s a memory, maybe it’s something important to you. There are intriguing historical things (Skyline Disco at the Kambah Inn for example, that the IGA was known by a whole generation as Vic and Rick’s, that the real action for Kambah High’s Year 10 formal was at the woolshed) but there’s also intriguing experience (for my 10 years in Kambah, I’ve been woken by cockatoos who have roosted here from at least 1974).

But wait, there’s more. I’m also investigating our bogan reputation. 

Kambah has an internet reputation as Australia’s biggest bogan suburb. Are we bogans? To me that means people who know their own mind. Dictionaries call it a mildly derogatory term. The internet says bogans are perceived to be unsophisticated or of a lower class background. 

Kambah was planned as a 1970s utopia with a 28 hectare commons. Yet research from 2008 shows we don’t do much together here in Kambah. We’ve got the repeated experience of losing our community resources - eg the old Kambah homestead was pulled down, the closed schools were sold rather than turned over the community. Does this sense that there’s not much community in Kambah have something to do with our bogan reputation?

So that’s another reason to map. Those of us who live here know that 2902 is pretty interesting. The more I look, the more interesting it becomes. 

I explained my journey of looking began with making photos using leaves, feathers and weeds from the edge of the golf course on Crozier Circuit (the blue square of small images you can see in the gallery). 

I soon turned to the most basic camera I could find, a pinhole. For me, these silver-gelatin pinhole and cyanotype photographs are literal reflections of Kambah’s social processes. The photos signal change – the pinhole images exit the camera upside down and back to front, things look different. The blue of the cyanotypes is fixed with exposure to daylight. As metaphors, these photos both celebrate and change up how we view our bogan lineage.

And finally, in 2024, Kambah turns 50. Contribute to the map and help explore how best we can celebrate. 

[thedivinefish]

TGIWednesday: Because there was no wind

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Not too long ago in a science experiment where they built a bio dome as big as a stadium, they had also planted trees and tried to create something germ free and different.  Oddly enough the trees kept falling over.  They finally figured out it was because there was no wind and that very wind would strengthen the tree and it’s roots so that it could grow strong and tall.  So in every life there’s going to be some wind, turbulence and upheavel from time to time.  Life chanllenges over time make us wiser, stronger and more resilient and I see you as in that mode as you read this now!  This whole month has been about Mother, and Mother Earth, Gaia so please join us for our monthly Zoom call TONIGHT because that is the topic! 

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~ SURIVING TOUGH TIMES ~

I believe, think, know and feel that I have learned all the lessons that I needed to from life’s challenges, upheavals, chaos and drama.  I know, when, where, how and why to recreate all sequences differently now allowing hard times to pass and for my strength to emerge and endure.  I am ready, willing and able to face any and all challenges head on and know that Spirit is always flowing in, around and through me now and thus allowing my consciousness to shine through.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. May the rest of your life be the best of your life and remember to make progress every day!

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Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack MAY 25TH "Today I will use the unconventional methods to realize my dreams. I will come up with creative ways and ideas that no one has ever thought of before. Divine guidance will rain down on me and direct my path."  

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Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show: https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

From the Fish Box

"I thank you very much for your kindness and for checking on me. I have been sleeping, waking up and day time listening to your mp3 l keep it on at all hours. I'm trusting the process and looking forward for changes. I'm patient and give it time and praying that one day soon l shall be among the people who’s lives has been improving and will put my testimonies. For now .., lm looking forward to our group call. Sending you much love and gratitude." - S.R. 

Come See Me in Tampa 

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  NEXT DATE - TBD

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions  Get on the schedule today. Please call their office directly at  ?? (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75.  403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

IMPORTANT REMINDER: After your purchase of any digital files in the shop or in a special offer, you MUST Download them to a desktop, tablet or phone AND save them to your own device. These files get moved, replaced and updated over time and will not be forever active on your original purchase link.  So be certain to download all of Jimmy’s eBook or audio files instead of listening to them from the live links directly. For Apple device users... look into installing the free app that the Apple Store provides so that you can download and store your files directly without requesting the alternate links. It may be worth looking into on your end for future convenience. https://apps.apple.com/us/app/files/id1232058109

Below is list of the 30+ audios in the MyBeliefWorks series…. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better.  Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

MyBeliefWorks Audio Series Receiving Abundance Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Experiencing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Attracting a Financial Windfall Gold Coin: More Money in All Forms Joy of Money

Healing Body Disorders Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Pro$perity Unlocked Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

Guided Energy Processes The Purple Rain Process The Golden Key Process

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

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TGIWednesday: Because there was no wind

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Not too long ago in a science experiment where they built a bio dome as big as a stadium, they had also planted trees and tried to create something germ free and different.  Oddly enough the trees kept falling over.  They finally figured out it was because there was no wind and that very wind would strengthen the tree and it’s roots so that it could grow strong and tall.  So in every life there’s going to be some wind, turbulence and upheavel from time to time.  Life chanllenges over time make us wiser, stronger and more resilient and I see you as in that mode as you read this now!  This whole month has been about Mother, and Mother Earth, Gaia so please join us for our monthly Zoom call TONIGHT because that is the topic! 

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~ SURIVING TOUGH TIMES ~

I believe, think, know and feel that I have learned all the lessons that I needed to from life’s challenges, upheavals, chaos and drama.  I know, when, where, how and why to recreate all sequences differently now allowing hard times to pass and for my strength to emerge and endure.  I am ready, willing and able to face any and all challenges head on and know that Spirit is always flowing in, around and through me now and thus allowing my consciousness to shine through.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. May the rest of your life be the best of your life and remember to make progress every day!

TONIGHT'S Zoom Event

TONIGHT MAY 25th at 7:30pm Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and replay) https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/may-zoom-event-ywr

TOPIC: Mother Earth Goddess Energy  Any issues you've had with Mom or being a Mom. Any area where you lacked guidance from Mom, or she was overbearing and anything in between. You'll be asked to submit your top 3 wishes to change and they will each be addressed and cleared LIVE on this 30-minute Zoom call.  *NOTE* The replay of this call will now be sold for $27 the day after in our shop. So pre-register & submit your items whether or not you can attend live to get the lower price. **Submit your top 3 wishes to change using short powerful sentences by NOON Eastern on the day of the event to support@jimmymackhealing.com Here's a sample of what folks have sent in so far:

May my angst  before being born, coming into this world, be healedMay both my mother and I be healed from the birthing process

May the lack of understanding between my mother and me be healed

Allow me to be an excellent child to my mother and an excellent mother to my children and grandchildren

I ask to receive huge amounts of wealth and abundance from my beautiful Mama Earth!

Please remove any ill will between myself, my mother, my children and grandchildren.

I tenderly mother my new baby business venture with kind attention and compassion.

Pre-register Here - $22

**Browse all previous MySwitchWorks Zoom replays here

Last Chance - 20% OFF

We've got one more week of Mercury Retrograde ending June 2nd - how's it going for you? Releasing Dark Energies MBW Audio MP3/PDF is now 20% off  If you've had a rough go these past weeks, we KNOW this will help/contribute to lessening the effects of the miscommunications that often accompany this astrological event now and in the future.

Buy Now - Discount is Automatic

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The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack MAY 25TH "Today I will use the unconventional methods to realize my dreams. I will come up with creative ways and ideas that no one has ever thought of before. Divine guidance will rain down on me and direct my path."  

FREE Live Appearances

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show: https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

From the Fish Box

"I thank you very much for your kindness and for checking on me. I have been sleeping, waking up and day time listening to your mp3 l keep it on at all hours. I'm trusting the process and looking forward for changes. I'm patient and give it time and praying that one day soon l shall be among the people who’s lives has been improving and will put my testimonies. For now .., lm looking forward to our group call. Sending you much love and gratitude." - S.R. 

Come See Me in Tampa 

SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  NEXT DATE - TBD

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office at Swann Holistic Health Solutions  Get on the schedule today. Please call their office directly at  ?? (813) 873-7773 in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75.  403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

The 30-day service is now being offered exclusively  and you also have the option of selecting an ongoing subscription ($95/month) which is managed through PayPal only.

Upon written email request, for each new order we offer a one-time email analysis via the intelligent healing software that Jimmy uses on your behalf.  Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day! 

Sign Up for 30-Days - $99

IMPORTANT REMINDER: After your purchase of any digital files in the shop or in a special offer, you MUST Download them to a desktop, tablet or phone AND save them to your own device. These files get moved, replaced and updated over time and will not be forever active on your original purchase link.  So be certain to download all of Jimmy’s eBook or audio files instead of listening to them from the live links directly. For Apple device users... look into installing the free app that the Apple Store provides so that you can download and store your files directly without requesting the alternate links. It may be worth looking into on your end for future convenience. https://apps.apple.com/us/app/files/id1232058109

Below is list of the 30+ audios in the MyBeliefWorks series…. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better.  Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

MyBeliefWorks Audio Series Receiving Abundance Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Experiencing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Healing Family Relationships Attracting a Financial Windfall Gold Coin: More Money in All Forms Joy of Money

Healing Body Disorders Mental Stress Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Finding Love & Romance Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Pro$perity Unlocked Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Traveling with Ease Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

Guided Energy Processes The Purple Rain Process The Golden Key Process

Go deep sea "fishing" with Jimmy!

Level 1 is open to ANYONE at anytime! Click here to watch the Mastery video playlist

The Certificate of Mastery Program includes 2 best-selling ebooks and 2 clearing audios plus written & video instructions, AND one-on-one time with Jimmy ALL for about the cost of a single 1-hr session! This online course is for anyone who is familiar with OR new to "fishing" and is ready to dive into the deep end & get results that are beyond the ordinary! It includes The Tackle Box & The Dowser's Handbook ebooks PLUS 2 MP3s "Clearing Dark Energies" & "Increasing Your Intuition" to help clear, strengthen and prepare your energy field for optimal “fishing” results. This is a work-at-your-own-pace curriculum that will TEACH & CLEAR you at the same time! In under 2wks you will be finished with the program and ready to fish on your own with greater results! Level II offers Practitioner Certification for those who qualify.

Learn About Certification Here

TGIFunny

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments Skype: Jimmy.Mack55 Clearwater Florida USA Book a 15 minute session Book a 30 minute session Book a 60 minute session FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions) ??? Transformational Healing of Body, Mind? & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!? ? Access the My Liquid Fish™ Starter Kit  Audio MP3 Downloads? and books? to improve your life! Get Certified in ?My Liquid Fish™Change Made Simple™ Watch Free Videos on YouTube Radio Show Archives Healing and Grounding Mats ...enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at checkout for Free shipping! Shop for ?Supplements ? http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2022 All Rights Reserved  

-------------------------------------------------- TGIW newsletter managed by: Sandy Bidinger Digital Marketing Specialist at SMBeConnected Solutions www.sandybidinger.com  

  Our mailing address is: Clearwater Florida 33756 USA